feel nothing at all (open, lounging by twoleg bridge)

// Open to both marsh and pine group! Mud is here with a pine group hunting party just taking a break, tagging @HOUND. but others are free to post first!

It wasn't uncommon for a hunting party to make a pit-stop by the river. it was a relaxing place, even for those who didn't enjoy getting their paws wet. Mud eagerly made a beeline for the shore, a laugh leaving his jaws as one of his denmates made a joke. "Anyone want a fish?" The dark brown tom asked with an excited look over his shoulder at his friends. By now, he was halfway submerged in the water, the water lapping at his belly as his legs reveled in the coolness of the water. He wasn't sure if anyone would take him up on his offer; not many of his friends liked food from the river, after all. Unfortunately for them, it was the only type of prey the tom was able to ever catch. His nose wasn't very strong, and his paws fumbled on land when he tried to crouch and stalk. His reflexes, however, were impeccable. He could surely nab a fish in no time for anyone who wanted one!
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    † ( ᴛᴀɢs. )  ❝  He'd been quick to decide this is one'f the best places he'd explored in his years. The wide river's expanse was nearly as cool as the marshes Briar's colony called home, and Hound took to it better than he ever could to the damp undergrowth. And the more time he spends here, the more it comes to feel like home. Something closer than the shadowed lands he slept in. But duty's not so easily shirked, and all that he loves is held within those dark marshes still. All'f his friends– they're as good as family, all the years they've shared between them; he'd not send all that away because of some– longing. All he'd find himself capable of is basking in it while he can. This's far from the first hunt to draw him here.

    He wades slowly though shallow water, letting the smooth stones in the bank soothe his wearied paws. He's moving idly with the stream's current, not quiet on the hunt but keeping green eyes pinned there nonetheless. His own belly was thankfully full, but anything he can take back would be nothing less than a blessing in disguise. Since the pine cats've moved in, their familiar hunting grounds were taken by cats without loud mouths and louder personalities. The conflict they brought with them was just as exhausting as talking to them: together it was a hell of a blow to their colony. It seemed there was no avoiding his neighbors, but he hadn't expected to find them now. The one with dark fur splashed about without any of the subtlety Hound'd given care to, and his long tail flicks the water in an involuntary swish of displeasure.

    As if there'd be anythin' left for him to catch, carrying on like that.

    But he's no desire for trouble. Still some distance from the patrol, the tomcat crouches to watch with unblinking eyes as he contemplates the options laid before 'im.

  • sleepy post rip for any mistakes, he's just vibing and being wary lol
  • ──── complete information can be found here.
    ──── hound. trans male, he/him pronouns only.
    ──── approximately 30 moons old, or 2.5 years.
    ──── bisexual with firm male preference; single.

    ──── a chocolate tabby with ( stylized ) low white and intense lime eyes.
    ──── lean and lanky,  with whiplike musculature and a long, quick stride.
    ──── hound's notable features include his impressive height (fifteen inches at the shoulder), the long scar across the left side of his face from nose to jaw, his very deep, dense fur, and the confident manner with which he conducts himself.
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Relishing the cool breeze skimming atop the languid river's surface, Daisy Flight was completely unaware of any watching marsh cats. Tufted charcoal bathed paws blended into the hot, rocky terrain; her well-kept calico pelt almost luminescent against the muted, earthy tones of the riverbank.

"I'll gladly take you up on that offer! You won't have any help from me catching one though" the molly called, giving the swirling water an exaggerated look of mock horror as she settled on a wide, jutting boulder. Fish was an indulgement she rarely partook in, her days as a stray only granting the rancid taste of the metal-wrapped variety on occasion. Through the ivy vine though, she had heard eating it fresh could give a cat's coat a more glossy appearance, and if that was the case she'd certainly give it another go.

"How you can willingly allow your pelt to be pasted onto your skin I will never know, I imagine it's freezing too." Punctuating her point with a shudder, Daisy Flight swept her honeyed tail neatly over her paws. The willows' rustling sway captivated her for a moment, their trailing, leafy quills bleeding inky shadows along the muddled pebbles of the river bed. The quiet hush, it brought out an unexpected frustration. Mired, as she often was, with thoughts of the marsh cats she couldn't help but question, why? She had lived through many territory spats, in much closer quarters. There were paces and paces of open air here, surely there was enough space? Especially in comparison to the cloistered, dirty streets of the twoleg alleys. Maybe many of them hadn't lived enough of that life to understand that.

Interrupted by the benign tap of a passing leaf in the wind knocking her ginger ear, the molly surfaced from her thoughts. Greengage eyes resumed their watching, surveying Mud's progress in the water and the shadowy treeline.

Daisy Flight took him up on his offer, and the tom responded with a giant grin, pleased to be of some use. Fish was about all he could provide to his colony, and not many cats like fish...."One fish coming right up!" He trilled back towards the calico before he refocused on the water before him, paws planted firmly in the mud beneath the water. He waited for any sort of movement, unaware of the visitor watching them. His nose wasn't the greatest.

His ears flicked back as his denmate asked her flabbergasted question, and it drew an amused smirk to his face. Before answering, he swatted the water before him, fishing out a skinny eel which was tossed back towards the shore. "Ha ha!" He huffed triumphantly as he waded back onto land and gave his sleek pelt a shake. "It feels great! The water's so refreshing!" He snapped up the eel in his jaws and began to trot back towards the molly, head lifted with pride.