- May 16, 2023
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( tags ) The sky is bright blue and sunny today, with an almost unbelievably quaint smattering of fluffy, pillowy white clouds hanging sleepily in the afternoon sky. Many a cat would recognize this warming as a part of the ever-cycling change of seasons, a gradual march towards a green-colored hopeful respite from the long frozen-over moons previous. This young tom, having just entered his seventh month, had gone the entirety of his young life so far beneath uncaring grey skies and freezing wind. The sun-warmth upon his pelt was a novelty to him, and was part of what stirred him to move out of the two-legplace and return to the wilds where he had been born, new beginnings and whatnot. The other part was frankly how miserable the place was, with its foul-smelling stone ground and how crowded it felt. It was a damn rat race out there, he couldn't go more than a few tail-lengths without accidentally stepping on the toes of some hot-shot rogue itching to pick a fight. He longed to feel real grass and earth under his paws, and maybe even be able to stretch his legs without trampling over trash or repulsive-smelling puddles.
He skirted along the wooden barrier line that fenced in huge, odd animals that grazed upon the grass idly. They gave the tom the creeps but they seemed to be ignoring him completely, so he let down his guard as he walked with determined steps towards... he actually didn't know where he was going. Anywhere far enough from stomping two-legs and rotting carrion on the cold stone ground was fine enough for him. He would try not to think too hard about how much of his longing for the forest was tied to the memory of a rumbling purr and the dark fur of a guardian who had been his world. He flicked an ear in annoyance at himself for letting the thought even reach the surface of his mind. In his thoughts, he was caught off guard when a dog started bowling toward him from behind the fence. He startled, tearing away from the fence and toward the light woodlands and moor beyond as a two-leg made a whistling sound in the background. He didn't slow until he had gotten over the other side of the hill, the barking only a murmur from behind the trees. He shook out his pelt for good measure and took in the scenery of the moorland surrounding him. The new growth of windswept grass and wildflowers swayed in the breeze, along with it though, was a scent that made him tense again. Cats. Shit.
There was whispering among the cats of the twolegplace of the groups in the forest, mostly vague or overblown stories of cats fighting each other for moons on end and throwing cats off cliffs, the type of drama that only existed in gossip and not much anywhere else. Regardless, word was that these forest groups didn't take too kindly to outsiders, and he probably just ran right over their border. He straightened himself, not wanting to appear suspicious or cower at them, no matter how unfriendly they might be.
"Hey, I mean y'all no harm," he said preemptively toward the approaching felines. As much as he was shit at talking, he'd rather try and save his own pelt than have to fight off a whole gang of moor cats, "S'my mistake, I crossed your scent line on accident, I was just passin' through. "
"SPEECH"
ooc: @HOUNDTHISTLE no need to wait for him to post first!
He skirted along the wooden barrier line that fenced in huge, odd animals that grazed upon the grass idly. They gave the tom the creeps but they seemed to be ignoring him completely, so he let down his guard as he walked with determined steps towards... he actually didn't know where he was going. Anywhere far enough from stomping two-legs and rotting carrion on the cold stone ground was fine enough for him. He would try not to think too hard about how much of his longing for the forest was tied to the memory of a rumbling purr and the dark fur of a guardian who had been his world. He flicked an ear in annoyance at himself for letting the thought even reach the surface of his mind. In his thoughts, he was caught off guard when a dog started bowling toward him from behind the fence. He startled, tearing away from the fence and toward the light woodlands and moor beyond as a two-leg made a whistling sound in the background. He didn't slow until he had gotten over the other side of the hill, the barking only a murmur from behind the trees. He shook out his pelt for good measure and took in the scenery of the moorland surrounding him. The new growth of windswept grass and wildflowers swayed in the breeze, along with it though, was a scent that made him tense again. Cats. Shit.
There was whispering among the cats of the twolegplace of the groups in the forest, mostly vague or overblown stories of cats fighting each other for moons on end and throwing cats off cliffs, the type of drama that only existed in gossip and not much anywhere else. Regardless, word was that these forest groups didn't take too kindly to outsiders, and he probably just ran right over their border. He straightened himself, not wanting to appear suspicious or cower at them, no matter how unfriendly they might be.
"Hey, I mean y'all no harm," he said preemptively toward the approaching felines. As much as he was shit at talking, he'd rather try and save his own pelt than have to fight off a whole gang of moor cats, "S'my mistake, I crossed your scent line on accident, I was just passin' through. "
"SPEECH"
ooc: @HOUNDTHISTLE no need to wait for him to post first!
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