Rose Petals (Clover)
Dec 26, 2011 21:03:29 GMT -5
Post by Python on Dec 26, 2011 21:03:29 GMT -5
Pearl Millison
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Shouting. That was the pleasant surprise that awaited Pearl Millison in the morning. She ignored the loud voices and shut herself in her bathroom to prepare herself for what would either be a delightful or terrible day. She pampered herself with lotion and hair products, dressed into a long-sleeved, white top with long jeans and a pair of furry boots, finished the last bits of her morning routine, then reluctantly headed downstairs. Her older sister, Diamond, was the first face she spotted.
Hey,” Diamond muttered, furrowing her eyebrows distastefully. No good morning, hello, or any type of kind greeting. Just a simple “Hey,” as if Pearl was too insignificant to receive a proper greeting. That, or Diamond was in a very bitter mood. ”I know you’re not going to train, so I thought I would let you know that Mittens is missing. She’s been gone since yesterday afternoon. I figured you could go search for her and use that as an excuse to skip training while mom is home,” she said. If Pearl could defend herself from Diamond’s accusations, she would. But it was the truth. She would use anything for an excuse to skip mother’s mandatory training. However, the fact that Mittens--the family feline--was missing brought on a sorrowful feeling. Mittens was her favorite and only pet cat. She was also one of the very few creatures who actually willingly spent time with Pearl. Her loss would deeply upset her.
Pearl nodded gently. ”I’ll go search for her,” she mumbled softly, moving a few locks of blonde strands away from her silver eyes, which were currently shielded by golden contacts. They offered her a more exotic appearance.
Pearl stepped outside of the house and began to shout the cat’s name into the neighborhood, praying that she would suddenly appear. ”Mittens!” she called, cupping her hands around her lips to amplify her voice. ”Mittens, where are you?” Normally Mittens was quick to respond. She would often bound up to the front door, purring and meowing, then dash inside to find her food dish. Most of the time, though, she would stay the night in Pearl’s room, curled up into a ball of fur at the foot of her bed.
Pearl walked around Victor’s Village, searching and calling for her cat. When it became obvious that Mittens was nowhere near their home, she began to walk into the main parts of the area, passing through many streets in the process. Pearl was not the type of girl to approach strangers and ask questions, but she was desperate to find Mittens. She provided them with a description. A white coat of fur, giant green eyes, a pink nose, and a fluffy squirrel tail. People merely answered her with a shake of the head, or in several cases, a glare and an angry “NO!”. By the time she reached the lake, one of the few places she enjoyed visiting, she felt hopeless. With a sigh, Pearl sat down in the grass and stared at the water’s reflection.
”Mittens, where are you?”
