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*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ Weasel's heard scraps of information pertaining to those feral colonies in the forest. They'd gone to war, a straggler had confided as they lazed about the hay. Killed one another and then split off.
"One close by, now," the old grizzled tom had complained. "Moors're filthy with 'm."
He'd done his best to hide his interest, had given the elder a lazy look before nodding and going about his business.
The moor. He hasn't been far enough to find this so-called colony, but it isn't for lack of trying. The wind scatters scents, and he thinks there must be other cats looking for their nests as well. The once empty scent of heather and hare has been tainted by other loners and cats from the marsh.
But he's been waiting for this, hasn't he? Away from the barn, towards the smoky blue queen who'd proclaimed her love for the hills--he thinks there's no way she isn't here. If the colonies had truly split, he cannot see her having gone anywhere else.
The smell of foreign cats grows closer, and he attempts to stifle his hackles. He hopes it won't come to a fight, but if the other cats attack him, he will unsheathe his claws. He isn't afraid of them.
His heart pounds not in fear, but in excitement.
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"One close by, now," the old grizzled tom had complained. "Moors're filthy with 'm."
He'd done his best to hide his interest, had given the elder a lazy look before nodding and going about his business.
The moor. He hasn't been far enough to find this so-called colony, but it isn't for lack of trying. The wind scatters scents, and he thinks there must be other cats looking for their nests as well. The once empty scent of heather and hare has been tainted by other loners and cats from the marsh.
But he's been waiting for this, hasn't he? Away from the barn, towards the smoky blue queen who'd proclaimed her love for the hills--he thinks there's no way she isn't here. If the colonies had truly split, he cannot see her having gone anywhere else.
The smell of foreign cats grows closer, and he attempts to stifle his hackles. He hopes it won't come to a fight, but if the other cats attack him, he will unsheathe his claws. He isn't afraid of them.
His heart pounds not in fear, but in excitement.
@SOOTSTAR
✦ PENNED BY MARQUETTE.