Cream DTAE. This picture shows a scene in where Cream meets Vintage (other DTA character for November) and starts to befriend her. (Scene in the notes and credits :)) Sry if the story is too long hehe I have no clue what I'm going to use this for, probably doodles or something. I was just in it for something to draw. ehe. Gosh it took a long time to draw this with a mouse-
Backstory: Vintage: Although Vintage isn't part of the Scene very long, we can immediately tell she is a carefree, happy soul. On the inside however, this might not be true. Vintage was born into a poor family of felines who were forced to live out on the streets. When her parents died of sickness, (which is common for stray cats) she is deeply wounded. This pain fades as she carries on with her life, but she still has it at the back of her mind. Now living alone, she tries to be as cheerful as possible. Cream: Shy on the outside, sarcastic on the inside. In the scene, this cat strikes me as a baddie. Although I'm pretty sure that's not what is shown in the reference, I might have gotten a bit carried away. The point is, Cream is the type of cat who won't let things go by without a fight, at least when she's having a bad day. But sometimes, like at the end of the scene when she meets Vintage, she can open up quite easily. Although she seems reluctant to befriend her at first. She has a mysterious character and not much about her past life is known. She doesn't call anyplace "home" for too long, for she is constantly moving her resting spots. She is skilled at begging for scraps though, it's how she finds most of her food. Whatever tragic backstory Cream has; she keeps it carefully buried deep inside of her. Without further ado, let's get to the scene! Scene: I trot along the streets, staying in the shadows. After a long day of hiding from animal control and trying to find food, I was tired. It is only after days like these where I go to the alleyway, my favorite place to gather myself and prepare for tomorrow. After a few more minutes of walking, I turned into the alleyway. I slink over to the very back wall and made myself comfortable. Lying on my side, I reflect on the contents of the day. I woke up to a loud rumbling in my ears, a thunderstorm had struck the city. I managed to take cover under the porch of a family's home. After the storm had passed, I trotted out to start my day. I had a leftover burger for breakfast, which I had found lying on a bench in the park. In the time between breakfast and lunch, I had wandered around the streets, gaining attention from all the little kids swarming over me. At around 1:00, I went looking for some food again. I found a small box of noodles near a restaurant. After gobbling down my lunch, I set out into the city again. Right before dinner, I heard sirens. As I glanced over my shoulder, I saw the unmistakable shape of an animal control truck. I fled to a random store and hid there for a while, before coming out and scavenging for food one last time. I found a half a cup of slushie near the swings of a playground. I took a few sips before stretching and heading off to the alley I was in right now. My mind snaps back to the dark alley I am in. I sighed contently, readjusting my position. I smile, watching the world pass by is worth my time. The cars rush by the alleyway, oblivious to my sight. I calmly close my eyes, when I hear a small yelp nearby. I see a small a blur of yellow come through the alleyway. A tan cat saunters in the alley; her bright yellow eyes gleaming as she inspected me. I look at her, bright yellow boots, cheap plastic glasses, practically a walking ball of energy. A walking ball of energy that disrupted my self-collecting time. "I'm Vintage!" the cat yelps cheerfully. "Cream," I say blandly, rolling my eyes "What are you doing here?" she asks. "Ending my day," I lie back down, trying to get in the zone again. "Let's be friends!" Vintage exclaims out of nowhere. I look at her, considering. I never thought I would have a friend before. Being a stray means never getting close to anybody, it's too dangerous. But heck, I face danger every day, how could this be worse? I nod, slowly. "Great! I'll meet you at the park at 8:00 in the morning, tomorrow. Don't be late!" She giddily skips off. As she turned the corner into the street, I felt as though a part of me had been added. I realized that now I would rely on this stranger for comfort now, but she seemed trustworthy. And for now, that was fine with me. -
