Daily Journal from the fur-side

[Ciata]

This is going to be like an adaption of my daily life, summed up a good bit, and altered some too, with different names and stuff of course, of my every day life, kinda based on it with some added content. I intend to make the major charactures of my life furries, as well as my little fuzzy pets, and add them some dialog as I see in their actions. Also change the setting too. I hope it will make me notive and interact more in my everyday life, and remember things and events that happen, while also working on my journaling and writting skills. Should be fun and should help me work on getting my fursona >^..^<

[Ciata]

(Okay, easy day off means intro time of core charactures and setting.)

In a mid-sized house in a fairly secluded part of the woods in a swampy, coastal southern region of the continent, a large, pieced together family partakes of their lunch, eating at two different tables, one for carnivores, and the other for herbivores, and the omnivores splitting up between the two depending on their preference. At the "meaty" table an out of place snow leopard carefully slices up his share of slightly dried out chicken that has a orange tint to it from the thin layer of sauce it was cooked in, at the end of the table. He casualy slouches over the table in manner that has not been evolved out of his race, and most, while eating, perking up to look at the twin siamese boys, both 8, start to argue over a piece of meat left on the serving platter.

The darker furred of the two, "Mmmm...give-it! I'm hungry, yours was bigger anyways."
The lighter, "Nah-uh, besides, I finished first, and I'm bigger."
The darker, "You only look bigger because your wider because you eat more!"

An older raccoon, middle aged and starting to grey in places, used to this after many years of listening to similar banter, chimes in. "Cloud, Elvi', either you split it up and share or I eat myself, and let Cosma cut it."
A fully grown, and slightly chubby, black panther snatches the piece of meat and slices it down the center with one stroke and trim off an odd edge to make them equal, swallowing the spare piece herself, then handing it back to the two quarlsam kittens.
A mixed colored tabby cat at the end corner of the table shakers her head and limps off without muttering a word, as usual, passing by an un-used crutch in the corner, giving it a dirty look as she passed, as if it had done something horrible to her itself.
The snow leopard, who watched her leave, shakes his head and turns to his right and asks the older, also greying black dog in a hushed tone, "Uncle Eine, do you just think she'll never move on?"
He somberly shakes his head, "No Ben, it's been almost 30 years since he was taken in and she's never changed. Some things even time won't heal. If the person holds on to the anger in their heart, it'll eat them alive, remember that."
"Huh" The white leopard gets up and takes his plate to ther kitchen as well, scraping off the scraps and placing it in the wash sink. On his way back to his room he stops by the "leafer" table and leans over the back of the end chair, the mother raccoon's and surveys the table, listening to the conversation.

A young adult female raccoon, the oldest daughter, very thin for her species, chimes up, "Well, the song they sang in chapel today for the duet it supposed to be sung a cappella, but he just had to be up there for everything."
A teen-age horse with chesnut fur responds, "You just don't like anything he does because he got the position instead of you."
She shoots back the same responce she'd been giving whenever that came up, "Well Paran, I did it part time for four years and studied it and actually know how to direct, plus my voice is better."
He shakes his head and shaggy mane, "Uh huh, Beth, and your more modest too."
The youngest, short raccoon next to Shift pipes up, "And your too short, no one could see you up there."
His older sister picks up a fork and waves it threatingly, "I'm gonna shove this fork up your nose, twist it, and wiggle it."
This sends the two ferrets at the end into endless chuckling, like most anything can, if they are awake enough to get it. The mother coon knows just the remedy to quiet them, "Sachi, Sparky, have you cleaned your room yet?"
They hush right up and stare at each other with wide, dark eyes before scattering off, leaving their plates, to their trashed room.
"Good one mom." Ben throws in, startling her as she didn't realize he was leaning there. "Oh, Ben, phew, scared me. When is your girlfriend coming down?"
"First half of next month sometime, depends on her dad."
She nods, "Well I'll be glad to meet her when she comes."

The snow leopard stands up and wanders off to his room, but stops at the door and walks in the room across from his in the door filled hallway. He pokes his head in the door out of habit, even though he knows no one is in it, and walks across the empty floor to the punching bag hanging in the far corner and starts making a few kicks, mostly light, high ones, on the bag. Within a minute Shift was in his room, not even questioning or commenting on why he was there, just sitting down on his bed without a word and picks up a book. After a couple more minutes the young raccoon was in there as well, taking shots and the bag as well when he could sneak them in, unable, because of his shorter legs, to reach nearly as high as the fully grown snow leopard, who enjoyed the flexibility of his legs, and showing it off.
Without much talk the three split up and go to their seperate rooms in the hallway to enjoy the rest of their day of rest.

[Ciata]

"Yaaaaaaawn" the snow leopard gives out a fierce yawn while laying on his stomach on a small floating raft, one of several made for the small pond they were relaxing in or on. It had been a very long day of work, cleaning up the retreat, and all were exhuasted...well, most. A sudden wave caused the snow leopard to pry open one eye, and the young stallion nearby on another raft to lift up his head in aggitation to stare at the young raccoon who had just slid down the side of a hill in a path of mud while on top of a small raft, sending a set of ripples across the otherwise cool and calm pond.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Paran asks the obvious, while flipping his shaggy mane out of his eyes.
The little coon laughs as he climbs back out, dragging the little raft by a rope up the hill. "I'm sliding, duh."
"Obviously, but why?" Ben throws in."
"Because it's fun!" He answers before sliding back down again, setting off another series of waves, some splashing the feet of those laying on shore, the two female raccoons, and Uncle Eine. "Hey mom! Why don't you try?"
"Not right now Danny, I'm really tired and that hill is too steep for my legs." She almost moans.
Ben half paddles, half drifts over to the side where the others are laying before relaxing again, further away from the makeshift slide area, basking in the sun. "Well, at least the place looks better."
"A little." His adopted mother replies.
Not happy with that responce to his attempted encouragement, "Well, we got a lot done, all the grass trimmed, seats put up in the sanctuary, the game room finished, bushes trimmed, walls cleaned, floors cleaned..."
"Don't remind me." Beth moans.
"Well at least it's ready for people to come out and relax in the gardens and focus and worship again."
"Yep." they both murmer.
"Humph." He givesup on them and floats elsewhere, propelled by the waves rippling across the pond from the sliding.

Danny yells out, again disturbing all who relaxed there, "Hey Ben, Paran! Come help me move this tree!"
"What?" Paran yells back, aggitated.
"This fallen tree, if I move it I can slide almost twice as far." Danny yells, almost 30 feet up the hill, standing beside a fallen tree, almost a foot thick at the base.
"Ta', yeah right. Some people have been working all day, unlike some others who slept in for most of the morning, and are tired." Paran shoots back.
"Ben?"
"I'm tired, I don't feel like moving trees right now." The snow leopard replies, not even opening his eyes up, layingon the raft, still fully clothed, not having bothered taking his dirty clothes off like everyone else.
"Grrrr..." The kid coon growls and continues shoving on the tree, finaly with his legs.
After a few moments everyone is startled and jerks their heads up to look as the tree, dislodged, comes rolling down the side of the hill, splashing into the pond, knocking over Paran's raft, and soaking the horrified sun bathers.
Paran comes up gasping for air, clinging to the raft. "What the crap was that for? You nearly killed me with that freakin' tree!"
"I was just trying to get it out of the way and it rolled down the hill!" Danny comes to his own defence.
Ben just moans and opens one eye to look at his soaked elbow and right leg that got splashed by the wave and paddles over the climbs off the raft onto the shore and begins to gather his things. The other raccoons were going over to help Danny move the log out of the way to the other side of the pond so he could continue sliding, and a soaked and steaming mad stallion wades up the shore and grabs his shoes and towel as well, the two older boys leaving without much said.
Crossing the large field between the pond and the house, which is set back at the end of a dirt path, the two talk,
"All I wanted to do was relax, and lay there, NOT get tipped over into the cold water by a freakin' tree nearly hitting me!"
The snow leopard just sighs, "I didn't want to get wet at all, you know how long it takes my fur to dry out, thick as it is." He sighs again, looking at the pine trees and field, still hot in the southern fall afternooon. "I'm not made for this climate, at home we would already have new snow by now."
The two finaly arrive back at the house, taking off most of their clothes before entering, leaving them on the clothes line in the back to dry. The two are about the same size, both almost 6 feet tall, the horse, though 4 years younger, has about 10 pounds on the cat though, having slightly larger arms, while under his thick, white and spotted fur lies virtualy no fat, most of it being burned off, working in such a hot invironment, revealing his thin frame with larger, more powerful legs, while the stallion is better balanced.
As they walk in the door Sachi and Sparky race by, Sparky chasing Sachi at the moment over some trinket. Walking through the den Cosma takes a break from wrestling with the two kittens on the rug in the center, the offical wrestling and tussling ring, and gives of a mock cat call. "You boys go skinny dipping today? I know Paran does, but you Ben?"
"Yeah right, I'm not even wet for the most part you little sicko."
Cosma gives out a chuckle before Cloud jumps on her shoulders and Elvi tackles her at the knees, bringing her down with a well excecuted combo as the two older boys go to their rooms to dry off and clean up and get some rest.

[Ciata]

It was the middle of the week and things were in the midst of going nuts, as things tend to do when you are in the midst of a week full of work and other activities. The evening found an odd arangement for the dinner tables, the older four that were still at the house, minus Cosma who was reigning in the smaller ones, the kittens, Danny, and the ferrets. Dinner is hot rice and BBQ chicken pieces, the mix depending on the preference and enjoyment of meat. Paran sits across from Mom and next to Ben, while Sa'Ge, the tabby, sits on the end, in her corner of the table to Ben's left.

Paran opens up the conversation again, after a long lull, "So, just how many people came in the middle of the week to rest here?"
The mother coon doesn't even look up from her food, "About 20 or so, just enough to keep Dad and Beth busy instead of being home and doing other work."
There's more silent eating, interupted only by a random yell or splat coming from the leafy dinner table in the other room where the kids are.
Ben's eyes wander over to Sa'Ge, sitting in the corner, minding her own buisnes and not caring about anyone else, as usual, and decides on a new topic of conversation. "You know something I've noticed, I guess from the Family Issues lectures I've been going to in the acadamy, but we really stink at expressing love. I mean, there's some touch between some of us sometimes, but we're not good at telling it, showing it in gifts, or quality time together or whatever."
Mom nods, "You know...my mother never told me she loved me. Never, she wrote it once on a card, but never said it, and my father the first time he said it was when I was getting married. Even when I was learning to do things, and got all exceptional grades, they always asked if I had missed anything and why I'd missed or messed up on it."
This brings a round of "hmm's" from the table.
"And Dad's family, I mean, they don't even talk now at all, don't keep up or anything that I've seen." Ben throws in.
More nods.
"Well" Mom grins "I looove you Paran, and I love you Ben, and I love you Sa'Ge."

The moment was interupted by a particularly loud scream and a crash from the other room, followed by scampering and slamming of doors.
"Uh oh, sounds like Cosma was derelict of her duties." Paran notes, right before she comes in, her face grimiced, holding the top half of a glass butter tray.
"Aaawwww...my mother gave that to me." Mom stands up and goes over, and takes the top half, holding it and looking in at the scattered glass shards on the other room floor.
"I'll get a broom." Paran gets up with his plate and goes off to put it away and fetch something to clean it up with, Sa'Ge following him.

Ben leans back in the chair and realizes that the little glass butter holder that now lies broken on the floor was one of the few gifts that this mother coon had from her own mother, and one of the few signs of affection she had ever received and still had.
*Guess I had better be sure to make my affection known in ways that can't break or fade away*
And with that he gets up and goes to put up his plate and help clean up the mess to protect little bare footpaws.