Un-Lost? [Cas]

[The Mad Hatter]

It was long past sunset now, though to Dinah that was not a bad thing. She had alway preferred coming out at night and for some reason she assumed that the Cheshire Cat would be the same. If she were to find him again she was sure it would be in the night time.
She had not strayed far from the place where she had seen him last, every now and then she lurked close to the Gingerbread house in her cat form. If Cas felt for her what she felt for him then he would be looking for her and that was most likely where the wonderlander would look.

Rather then her usual cat form, Dinah had chosen to stay in her more human form tonight. Her long green hair tied back in a loose black satin bow, falling in soft waves down her back. The cat girl also wore that silver hairclip she found in the witches house in her hair, keeping her fringe out of her face. She was dressed as usual in a black skirt with a matching tank top. There where coins and tassels on her outfit here and there, giving her a sort of gypsy look.
As she walked her tail swished from side to side in snake-like movements, her ears pricked up at all times, listening carefully to the woods around her.

Unfortunately (or not) her ears did not pick up on the Rabbit hole just a few feet away from her. Neither did her keen eyesight as she was too busy scanning the tree branches above to glance down at the grass.
She did not fall straight in, more caught her foot and stumbled, half of one leg disappearing down the little hole.
Giving a small yelp she caught herself, only now looking down to see what she had caught her foot on. That was not the same rabbit hole she had fallen down the first tie she went to wonderland. However the warecat had a 'feeling' about it. She bit her lip, stepping back and peering down the dark hole. She wasn't one to get 'feelings' usually. She definitely wasn't one to follow them.

Still she dropped down onto all fours and sniffed. What did she have to loose? She wasn't stupid enough to get stuck, if it wasn't a way back into that crazy place then she could easily just crawl back up again.
With a small smile she lowered herself down feet first, edging further in a little way before the hole turned steep and she slid.

Crying out she tried to dig her claws into the earth on either side of her, not to stop herself from sliding but to slow herself down. Soon enough though she saw light at the end and within a few more seconds she was out, falling on her butt at the other end of the bunny tunnel.

She got to her feet and brushed herself off, not happy to see that the fall down the rabbit hole had gotten her a little dirty. "Is this even the same place?" She said quietly to herself, looking up at the sky and trees around her. It didn't look like her world, but ti didn't look like wonderland either. If she remembered rightly wonderland did a lot of changing. She would just have to remember where the rabbit hole was and hope that she wasn't even more lost now then she had been before....

[The Cheshire Cat]

Oh, yes, it was the same place. And it had, for the Cheshire Cat, been the same place ever since he and Dinah had become separated after the fiasco at Zeque's house. No matter how many different colors the leaves turned, no matter how many barbaric flowers sprouted from the ground and then attempted to behead him...nothing seemed to change. For the first time in is life, Cas considered whether or not Wonderland really was as wonderful as it used to be.

Aside from a brief scuffle with a charming girl named Malice, Cas's move to the murderous flower's meadow had been relatively uneventful. In fact, were it not for the frequent resurrections of those aforementioned flora, it would have been just as boring as his old tree. He was not saved from the dreary days, and the monotony continued to creep up behind him like the dreaded Jabberwocky creeps up behind infant Snorgaluffs.

Monotony was like poison to Cas (as he was often called). Every breath he took, every bite of leftover heart-flash he shoved into his mouth seemed tainted with gloom. It was times like these that the Cat even wished that Hatty or Bunny or perhaps even that wicked Alice would drop by and see him. He usually did not mind being alone, but since he'd lost Dinah back at the witch's house, he'd begun to crave someone to talk to…even if all he said were petty insults or cryptic remarks. Were it not for the immense pride all of his species are equipped with, the Cat would have most certainly slid off of the tree he was currently perched in and gone of to the Tea Party and bug his two least favorite loonies.

Bottles of milk stolen from the real world and weathered, ripped hardback novels littered the branches and ground on and around his tree. He'd attempted sleeping twice, but he'd been so inactive these past few days that all he could do was lay there, watching butter-flies swarm above him in the canopy. Occasionally he would climb up there and swipe a few of the silly things from the air, but the taste of bread and butter was rather tasteless in comparison to his usual bloody diet. He had already read all of the books he'd scrounged from Wonderland's short-lived new arrivals and real-world shops, and because he wasn't a big fan of literature the thought of re-reading never occurred to him.

Cas supposed he could attempt to steal Hatter's hat again (he still dreamed of it often, almost as much as he dreamed of a certain she-cat) but he didn't relish the thought of having limbs chopped off. Nor did he want to risk a beheading at the hands of that abominable Queen. There was always the option of world-running to the real world or even Neverland, but the last time he'd been to the former he'd been bonked on the head with his own hammer.

Said weapon now lay at the base of the Cat's tree, looking almost as dreary as its owner. Its black iridescent skin no longer sparkled with it's usual dangerous energy, whether because it was in the shade or because of not having been used to wreak havoc for a good long time. It was still soaked with blood, yes, but the liquid had long gone brown and crusty. Now, instead of looking magnificent and other-worldly, it just looked dirty and unnatural. Cas often refrained from looking at it, as it somehow pulled his mood even lower.

It was now about noon—if the position of the glaring pink sun was anything to judge by—and Cas was just finishing up the last of the snacks accumulated from his last 'outing'. As he popped what appeared to be a dried earlobe into his waiting mouth, he decided it was about time he got off his butt before all of this meat started going to his…thighs. Who knew, he might just find something to relieve this damned boredom.

Swallowing, the Cat leapt nimbly from his perch and onto the ground. His right hand swung out and grabbed the gigantic hammer by the handle. He lifted it into the air, sinewy muscles rippling underneath the sleeves of his snowy white sleeves, then barked a breezy laugh and slammed the weapon onto his shoulder like some sort of demented lumberjack.

He wasn't entirely sure where he was going—wasn't even sure why he'd really gotten up in the first place. Although usually Wonderland was nothing but sunny, what felt like a mild April wind tousled his white-blonde hair as it blew past. Half-smiling, he slicked his locks back and carried on his way.

Not surprisingly, he found himself at the Rabbit Hole. Every Wonderlander knew that was the most interesting place to be—everything else may be old hat, but catching and then murdering newcomers never stopped being fun. As a bonus, they always carried such pretty things…absentmindedly, Cas touched the tiny silver clip attached to the collar of his shirt and thought briefly of Dinah.

Shaking his head, the Cat deduced that there was nothing special here and decided that perhaps he would go find the Hatter. He'd only gone a dozen or so steps when his plans of how exactly he would swipe the goth's headpiece by the unmistakable sound of hindquarters connecting with hard earth. Smirking, he tightened his grip on his hammer and swung it artfully into the air. He was about to spin around, dash towards the sound, and come in swinging when he heard, in his opinion, the most beautiful voice ever to grace his ears.

"Dinah…" He whispered, letting his humongous hammer fall to the ground, narrowly missing his own loafered feet. What seemed like a mere second later (and, knowing Cas's speed capabilities) he was back at the Rabbit Hole. He lingered beside an chartreuse tree for a moment, making sure his memory wasn't faulty and his Pretty Paws really was here, in Wonderland, then sprung out into the open.

The first thing he did was collide with her. To Cas, it was an overjoyed hug, but to Dinah it surely would have felt like being tackled by the world's beefiest football pro. The force of their collision made them both topple over, and in the short span of time before they hit the ground, the Cat had wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from most of the shock of impact.

Squeezing her hard, Cas lifted his face and flashed her his signature grin. "Dinah! I've found you!"

[The Mad Hatter]

(( Naawww thats so cute. Mine wont be even nearly as long as that >_< ))

Dinah gave a small sigh, looking up at the sky. A pretty but slightly sickening blend of greens, purples and blues, lit up by that hot pink sun. This had to be the same place, how many places could there be that looked as bizarre as this. Well, unless she had some how stepped into an art students psychedelic LSD trip. The tree's looked like normal tree's aside from the odd colouring. So did the grass.

Closing her eyes she sniffed the air. Something was familiar. Faint from here but she had smelled it before. Roses. Yes, she had met Cas in a garden filled with roses, she remembered them having a strong scent, mixed with the smell of wet paint.
She was about to star walking in the direction the smell came from when she heard a small sound. Kind of like a gun with a silencer on it being fired, so only the bullet moving through the air could be heard.
She didn't even get time to turn her head before it hit her.

Dinah gave a high pitched cat like screech, the kind of surprised 'REEEAAAWW' noise that a cat makes if you stand on its tail by accident. Unsheathing her little claws she fell to the floor, her attacker falling onto of her. But he hugged her as they fell, and just from that she knew who it was.

"Cas!" She breathed, her claws retracting instantly as she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him back. Leaning back as he did she grinned back, not nearly as wide as he did but still. "I looked everywhere" Her tail flicked happily, she even started to purr as she hugged him again. "I missed you"