I don't have much to say about these. Everything is very rough and needs critiques and editing.
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An empty apartment is lit by a red setting sun. The apartment is sparsely decorated, generic furniture fills the space. There is a couch, side table, two lamps, a bookshelf, a coffee table, and a TV. Large glass doors lead onto a small balcony with a single lawn chair. It is assumed to be part of an apartment building. Non-descript doors lead to other rooms, but both are closed.
A girl comes through the door on the other side of the room, across from the balcony. She pushes it open with a foot because she’s carrying a large box labeled “trash”. The box is dirty and wet, but she places it down on a small area rug in front of her coffee table anyway. She squats down and slowly opens the flaps to the box, revealing a cold, sad looking cat. She looks down into the box and her eyebrows furrow with fear and apprehension.
Time passes and the girl is holding the same cat in her lap but now he is clean and happy, his coat shining. She is tying a bow around the cat’s neck; a manila folder and a basket of starter cat supplies are on the coffee table. A knock on the door makes her stand, cat in one arm and box in the other. She opens the door and leaves the apartment and then returns with a small wave out the door, cat-less. She looks around her apartment, suddenly empty and lonely.
Time passes and she is sitting on the floor, a basket of wiggling kittens. She picks one up, cooing at it before pulling out her phone and snapping multiple pictures of her and the kitten.
Time passes and she opens a cat carrier, welcoming a sickly, thin, and old cat into her apartment. He immediately settles onto the floor in front of her. The girl produces a set of pill bottles from behind the carrier and pulls them close so she can read them in detail.
Time passes and she is pushed and lifting a very fat cat, trying to make it go after an electric mouse toy. The fat cat lays down multiple times, regardless of her attempts.
Time passes and a series of blankets lay on the floor in front of the girl, who is kneeling and looks awkward as she tries to help the pregnant cat give birth. She flinches with every yowl, and as the cat pushes out the first kitten she gags.
Time passes and the girl is kneeling in front of a cat carrier, a blanket over it to keep the cat calm inside. She gingerly opens the carrier door, getting on her hands to see the new foster better. It’s dark, and only a pair of yellowish-green eyes reflect the light back at her. She reaches a hand into the cage, but then rears back as a dirty orange cat rushes towards her, his teeth bared and snarling. As soon as there was a comfortable enough space for him, he darted out of the carrier and immediately squeezes himself under the couch. She tries to look under the couch, but a paw darts out towards her face, claws drawn.
Time passes and the girl is approaching the cat who is hiding in a corner behind a bookshelf; she has a bowl full of food, which she inches closer to him until he hisses at her and she shoved the bowl towards him. She backs off, deciding it wasn’t worth it to try and clean up the spilled food.
Time passes and the cat has made that corner his home. She approaches with thick gloves, intent on petting him. She gets on her hands and knees, not wanting to look big and intimidating and she reaches out towards him as slowly as she could manage. She can touch his side, but right after that he hisses and jumps at her, making her scramble away in fear and frustration. He yowls and arches his back, and the girl steps outside onto the balcony and closes the glass door behind her.
Time passes and the girl can be seen rubbing out cat pee from the floor, giving an exasperated sigh and shooting a glare over to the cat, who seems to glare back. Time passes. She pulls out a long spoon, adding a piece of tuna fish onto the end and offering it to the cat. He sniffs it and gingerly takes it off the stick, watching her closely as he ate it. She looks relieved. Walking over to the couch and falling into it, she pushes her hair back. The cat jumps up onto the arm of the sofa and the girl pushes herself as far away on the couch as she can, flinching and raising her hands up instinctively. The cat on the other hand, sits down on the arm of the chair and wraps his tail around his paws. They both look at each other.
Time passes as she slowly makes progress with him. First, she is feeding him as he sits on the edge of the couch, then reading to him, then placing her hand in the middle of the sofa while watching TV, and then playing with him. He gradually moves closer to her as the weeks go by and while reading one day she doesn’t notice the cat approaching until he plops down next to her, laying against her thigh. She seems apprehensive, but she reaches for the cat anyway. He meets her hand, head butting it and rubbing against her. They both look content.
Credits: The girl is sleeping on the couch, the cat on her chest. The cat rises and falls with her breathing.
Concept art and Layouts:
Currently I am also starting props and furniture, but everything is a WIP and needs more work.
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