Blackie

Blackie was like a small moving black stump as he entered the barn, unaware he was in some human place. He liked humans, but not canines. He only enjoyed the ones he liked and were friends with, but he despised all before he thoroughly met them.
He swung his long black tail around. He was of mixed breeds, all completely unknown. He only knew he was one of the best cats in the whole valley. He started meowing loudly to catch somebodies' attention, but completely unaware of the dogs. He did need a true home, one to stay and live at. He had lived as an alley cat all of his life, though he carried no deseases or rabies. He was perfectly healthy. His black and white fur shined and gleamed in the sun. He entered the barn and climbed up a haybale. He curled up and gave in to sleep.

Mercury

Climbing along the loft of the barn, Mercury peered down at the sleeping stranger. At first her tail was poofed out as her mustard-olive eyes stared intently down at Blackie. She wasn't sure if he was a danger or not. She watched him a while before climbing down and padded silently over to the haybale where he slept. Sitting back on her haunches, she waited a moment longer before speaking, "Hey. Wake up!"

Blackie

Blackie wasn't expecting someone to actually come to him, so he was partially startled by the words. He leapt up and then plopped back down where he was.
"What???"
His head turned frantically before his yellowish green eyes settled on the cat before him.

Mercury

She swished her tail once and pulled her head back, watching him curiously. She was just barely an adult now but still had all the curiousity and outgoing of a kitten. "Hey." she repeated again, "I've never seen you around here. Are you one of Niavy's suitors?" she questioned with a grin. Niavy was her older sister who traveling around the woods a bit these days with some toms. "I'm Mercury." she then added, watching him carefully, but with interest.