A Sailor Sticks Her Nose Out

Twolegplace was oddly quiet at this time of day; the moon had set, but the sun had yet to peek over the horizon. It was at this time that Sailor Neptune's twolegs would groggily roll out of their beds. They would open a small cat of food for Sailor, who would eat it, and then spend the next several minutes making sure to lick her fur clean thoroughly. She couldn't be sure, but she always felt as though her twolegs were in a rush about this time--they would rush about the house, haphazardly throwing clothes on their bodies before running out the front door with twoleg food still in their hands. And when they got home, they always seemed tired--which Sailor didn't mind, because that meant she got to spend the rest of the evening on their cushy furniture while they absentmindedly petted her, eyes mostly focused on these odd little things they held in their lap and tapped away on. Every once in awhile, she would crawl on their laps anyways and force them to pay attention to her, at which they would usually scold her before giving in and putting away the little things to pet her.
Some days, they didn't leave the house, however--on those days, they would spend much of the day changing Sailor's bows, grooming her fur, and following her around with smaller devices that occasionally emitted a flash. Sailor Neptune didn't know what the point was, but she rather liked the attention. Then, one day, this predictable routine was broken by something--one of her twolegs had installed this little, white flap in the door. When she poked her head through it, she discovered that it led outside... The young she-cat had never been outside before, only seen it through windows, or as her twolegs went through the doors. She thought of it as a faraway place, full of dangers and hardship... Yet, as she poked her head out that morning, all was quiet. She stepped out slowly, eyes wide. She stumbled slightly over the ribbons hanging from a large, navy blue bow attached to the front of her collar (the bow also had a sea-foam green gem in the center that barely shined in the low lighting).
After standing still for a moment, apprehensive, she finally leapt up onto the neat, white fence that surrounded the yard. She struggled a bit, taken aback by how difficult it was to get up, but finally, she managed to perch neatly atop it. She noticed that lots of the other twoleg nests had similar yards, filled with flowers and luscious, green grass, but her yard barely had living grass, much less a huge garden. All it had was a long string that her twolegs hung their clothes from occasionally and a flag that was blue, pink, and white. Carefully, she began making her way along the fence, until she couldn't go any further--all that was in front of her was a strip of hard, black ground, framed by a lighter path made of a similar material. She jumped down onto the sidewalk, and it hurt her paws. "Ouch!" She mewed, shaking one of her front paws daintily.

Annabelle was on her usual patrol of her yard, which she did every mornings that her twolegs left before sunrise. The grass had no spiders, the garden wasn't being salvaged by rogues, and the fence didn't have any odd scents covering it. She leaped onto the fence, waiting for the sun to rise so she could look majestically into the sunrise and be warmed by its rays. It was then she noticed a cat had jumped of of the fence of the house next door. She didn't know that those twolegs had a cat, so she went to investigate.
"Hey, you! White cat! What's your name?" Annabelle called, leaping from the fence and rushing to the sidewalk.

Sailor Neptune turned around to face the unfamiliar cat, looking surprised, and a bit annoyed; what a rude way of greeting someone! "My name is Sailor Neptune." She introduced herself, sitting up a bit straighter, "And who are you?" Given that she had never left her twoleg nest before, Sailor Neptune didn't know any of the other cats who lived here... She heard cats fighting at night sometimes, but she was never sure if they were kittypets or not. Then again, if not kittypets, then what? Besides, this cat certainly looked like she had someone taking care of her, and she didn't look like the fighting type.

"My name is Annabelle. Are you new here? I haven't seen you before. Can I call you Sailor? Sailor Neptune is long," Annabelle asked, sitting down opposite Sailor Neptune.