twolegplace come hell or high water [open /searching]

[Johnnyflame]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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OOC- Rumours have spread fast about a scarred up kittypet with a bobtail and red collar causing a bit of a ruckus in twolegplace as of late. They say he's looking for someone, and was even caught chasing after a tortoiseshell cat.. f.eel free to have seen Johnny over the last week in twolegplace around dawn/dusk! Trigger warnings for mention of dead cats (nothing graphic, literally just a mention)!

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On most nights, Johnny would return to twolegplace until the sun was settled low in the sky and night was practically upon them. This last week however, his schedule had been in tatters. Every morning he found himself leaving later and each evening he returned earlier, unable to soothe the restlessness he felt.

But there hadn't been a body.

Not Silversmokes, at least. A dead rogue in the grass, the faint scent of twolegs, and most importantly -most infuriatingly- the black and orange fur of a twolegplace cat. He would never forget the floral scent clinging to that clump, had ingrained it into his memory so that he could hunt it down and get the answers he needed.

Either Silversmoke was dead or he was alive- but only that damn kittypet knew the truth of it.

Deeper into twolegplace than he'd been before- constantly pushing the boundaries of what he knew in hopes of finding what he was after- Johnny was not exactly a friendly face. While he did his best to keep his frustration and worry under wraps, the quick steps and determined glint in his otherwise sunny eyes spoke of a cat on a mission. And his social etiquette went right out the window in the face of any 'suspects', barging into their space to catch their scent and running them down if they tried to get away before he could.

In short, he'd become a bit of a menace, the kind of cat he'd have chased right out of his own yard with tooth and claw if he'd been confronted with them. But grief did strange things to a cat, especially when they refused to accept it.

But there hadn't been a body, and he wouldn't stop until he saw one- either Silversmokes, or the damn kittypet that helped steal him away.

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[ditto]

"Oh. I know you."

Ditto watches the scarred tortoiseshell from atop a nearby fence, piercing green eyes flitting across his form. They are completely still, save for the closing of their maw at the end of their words: a statue, attention fixated upon the cat snuffling around at the base of the fence several tail-lengths away. He's hard to recognise in the long shadows of an approaching evening, though it's far earlier than Flora is expected home. Ditto's eyes narrow. Did the part-time warriors finish their duties early again? They don't know what said duties entail, only that Flora is home late some nights, chattering something about a border patrol when she does.

They don't drop from the fence to approach the somewhat-stranger, but their chin tilts faintly towards him. He has their attention, but they have no recollection of his name. Is this the source of the rumour circulating recently? That rogue who'd been chasing after cats for information like a tom possessed? This isn't a rogue. Maybe it's a different weirdo. "What are you looking for?"

ooc ✧ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴

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  — "a blue-and-cream abyssinian with sharp green eyes."
  — single ; housemate to flora
  — speech is in #C581B2
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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