The sound of water encircled the area. The subtle echo of the liquid splashing against the river stones, sent an array of euphoria to her ears. The piercing heat of the morning star kissed the skin of her face, as the frigid wind caressed her body.
A loud crash erupted, the sound of the peaceful water being pushed out of its safe abode.
A piercing tone called out to her, “Butter! Please come in the water with me!”
She instantly recognized the voice belonging to her twin brother Scotch. Her cat ears twitched from the annoyance of her brother disturbing her tranquility. She peered one of her eyes open to see him drenched in the crystal like waters of Euteria. She couldn’t resist as the urge overtook her and the lips upon her face curved into a smile, her unmistakable feline fangs exposing themselves. The saliva dried quickly in the morning air.
“You are so silly brother, you are a walking contradiction.” She said, her smile growing wider.
Her brother tilted his head, one of his cat ears falling to one side as the opposite stayed stationary, “What does that mean?”
Butter slowly stood up, her elegant blue dress moving with her body. She brushed off the stray grass blades that clung to it and watched as they twirled, making their way back down to the ground of the meadow. Her long blonde hair swayed against her lower back before she pulled it forward, slowly brushing it with her fingers.
She could vaguely hear the demeaning clink of the bell that attached itself to not only her neck but also upon her tail. Orange strips patterned along her tail and it made her fur glisten in an unnatural light. She turned her neck to the side, swaying her tail, as her ears lowered close to her head. She was forced to remember the significance of the bell that clung to the neatly tied blue ribbon towards the end of her tail and it plagued her mind everyday.
She was owned, a prisoner, a pawn to be used by her masters’ torment. The bell signified a sign of property, of a sick twisted love, a forced form of tracking. The sound her bells made had a distinguishable chime that could only be heard by her master. It was a sickening realization that she would never be able to escape from him. She could never grasp the idea of her wish being granted, knowing fully well it would never come until the belittling bells were lifted from her. She knew with the kind of breed she was and the fact of her gender, made it nearly impossible for the dream of freedom to visit her in this reality.
“Butter, did you hear me?!” Scotch whined.
She snapped out of her thoughts, “Yes?”
Scotch looked naively at his sister, “How am I a walking contradiction?”
Butter looked at the absence of a single bell upon his body and she sighed in relief. He had no idea what the significance of bells meant and she yearned to keep it that way. She wished he would escape while he still could but she knew he would never stray from her. Their mother was only supposed to give birth to a daughter, a rare breed, a flame point. When she gave birth to twins, however, the master was not pleased. He still kept Scotch, regardless of his annoyance. Butter figured it was a way for him to control her mother and herself. Male cats were not prized by such masters, they were, if even kept, used to entice females. The whole purpose of such a trade is to create a rare breed, a species that is hardly successful in breeding.
Tragically for the young twins, they were one of the only successful bred flame points. This meant the probability of freedom second to none.
Butter then responded to his question, she wore a fake smile, “You are a cat that likes water! What is more contradicting than that?”