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Writing Prompt
Jade Curtiss
Table 1, Entry 25
Taste
He had found it behind a building as he looked for a place to practice his artes, nearly invisible, unless one noticed that particular patch of white didn't sparkle like the snow around it. When he had first picked it up, he was certain it was dead, most likely of hypothermia. In fact, he had been making his way to the nearest trash can, when it let out the tiniest of mews.
Shocked, a young Jade stopped in his tracks, staring down at the bundle of fur in his arms. As if aware of the unspoken request to confirm it's status, the tiny kitten mewed again, just loud enough that it couldn't be written off as a noise in the background. Blank blue eyes cracked open, and it tried to flail, but only managed a stiff quiver. As if annoyed by the fact it was alive, Jade frowned at it.
Now what was he supposed to do with it? He couldn't very well throw it away now, the villagers would get all riled up once again if anybody found out. Nor could he put it back; it was obvious the mother was missing for quite a while, there was no other explanation for a barely-aware kitten to wander so far from warmth. It hadn't had food for a while, either, judging by it's tiny, weak figure. He stood there, thinking for a moment, before he abruptly placed the tiny creature in a pocket, and strode back out from behind the building as if nothing had happened.
When he got home, he immediately, and adamantly, refused his parents' coddling welcomes, telling them he 'needed time to himself' before making a bee's line to his room, slamming the door tightly behind him. Such bursts of sudden annoyance were normal in the boy, so his parents simply chalked it up as another one of his 'moods.'
Jade, however, was currently kneeling down in front of a furnace-like object that was present in many of the otherwise bone chilling rooms of their house, eyes narrowed on it. Jade still had to focus to start a large enough fire for it to catch. After a short while, however, the furnace rumbled, and heat began radiating from it. Effortlessly, Jade took the kitten out of his pocket. It gave out a tight squeak, as if protesting it's removal. For some reason, the fact that the kitten had survived the short trip relieved Jade, who must have been wondering if even the gait of his step could snap it's neck within the tight confines it had occupied.
Crossing his legs as he sat, Jade placed the kitten in his lap, slowly stroking the damp fur, snow melting away with the heat source. He stared at it, curious to see what it would do once it was... thawed-out, so to say. Indeed, the tiny animal felt half-frozen. Would it even survive at all? Once again seemingly aware of what Jade was thinking, the kitten mewed, and the sound came out just the tiniest bit stronger. Unconsciously he BIT IT'S HEAD OFF LIKE OZZY OSBOURNE. IT TASTED DELICIOUS.
THEN HIS MOM GOT SCARED AND SAID "YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR."
THE END
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