A Reason to Fill the Silence

"Alright, that should be it" Pouncing huffed to himself, dropping the final box onto the floor. Looking around the empty flat, he couldn't help but smile. Yes, it looked like a disaster, boxes and fruniture everywhere. But it was his own disaster, and he was damn proud of it.

It was nothing large, just a one bedroom flat, a semi-large kitchen and a somewhat-avarage living room. The rooms had a vibrant yellow color painted onto the walls, and he was already in love with the place.

But what was the best, was the view from his window. You just had to draw the courtains back, and you'd be hit by a flawless image of Jamaa, the streets below crashing together into an endless labyrinth, all the houses placed in a almost symetrical way, and bright hills rising from behind the town.

And the best thing was, he did this all himself- he finally moved out of his family house, away from his parents and siblings he'll be sure to miss dearly, and into Jamaa.

He leaned his back againced the wall, exhausted. All he wanted at the moment was a drink of water or some food. Yet he also felt good, like he just acomplished something great by finally moving here, and our of his family's home-were it was getting pretty crowded, to the point were he had to take the couch on some nights.

Already tiered, and also hungry, he decided againced making something and just go to a take out place. Something was bound to be open at this hour- it was Jamaa after all. If his father would have seen him wondering the streets at this hour, he'd probably have a heart attack- but since he wasn't here, Pouncing could finally feel a bit of freedom, to be able to do everything on his own, without his parents help.

He made sure to grab his keys and wallet, grabbing his phone in the last moment before walking out the door and locking it behind him. He barely turned around, before hearing a high pitch squeal. Confused, he gazed down at the stairs, and sure enough two girls were walking up them, bright smiles on their faces. The older one, a blue wolf was strugling to hold a younger looking one, with rich black fur. Honestly, he was suprised she hadn't dropped the other yet.

"Kass, let me down before you hurt yourself!" the latter yelped, erupting into a fit of giggles. In the dim light of the hallway, you could see the two wolfs-probably sisters-with large grins on their faces, looking so happy.

Pouncing didn't mean to just stand around and stare at the girls, but-the hallway was slightly narrow, and, you know-they were kidna blocking the exit. Once the older realised his presence, they send him a sheepish grin, before placing the younger one down.

"My apologies- we didn't see you there!" the black furred one said, her tone slightly shy.

"Yeah, my apologies. I didn't want my sister to walk all the way up with the nasty gash she just got. But aren't you the one who moved in next door- E3?" asked the other, sending a polite smile. Prouncing felt a bit awakard, his body stiffening. He wasn't very good at talking with people- generaly happy people.

"Yeah, I was kinda tiered after sorting everything out, decided to go brag a bite" I explained. The wolfs seamed nice enough, though, so at least he knew he's have decent neighbors.

-WIP-

(just so you know; there will be death/tragedy, so tirgger warning there. Also, this will not be very long, just had to cut this of because it's pretty late, and if I continue with this in my sleep-deprived state it'll go nowhere e,e)

~Kat