- Jun 9, 2022
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Char has met a lot of cats in his seventy moons. Some of them have given him scars; some of them have given him children. There's no anxiety in his charcoal tabby body, nothing but the wariness that comes naturally from such a long and brutal life.
Originally, he'd come to the pine forest after a scrap with a rogue group who'd found his presence unwanted. Char, no stranger to battle but keen on self-preservation, had defended himself but promptly left before he no longer had the option. He'd needed somewhere to lick his wounds before he could continue his travels, and Rain had welcomed him as he welcomes any feline needing a place to stay.
He has to admit, the prey is plentiful. He has not starved since arriving, and he has not been accosted by any territorial cats. There have been stirrings across the forest, near the darker, damper parts where there's more mud than sense, but Char is not interested. He won't stay here long enough for that to be an issue, he thinks.
Despite the supposed tensions, though, Char has found some sensible cats in both groups. He's not one to make friends, knowing he won't be here long enough to forge meaningful relationships, but Salamander had been different. Level-headed, he considers her. A rare find in someone so young. She reminds him a bit of a mate he'd had long ago. Sensible.
There is neutral ground, the place where the massive oaks grow. Moss-colored eyes search the lengthening shadows warily. The sun is descending, and he had not meant to come so late. He hopes he has not missed her. She had been quite interesting the last time they'd crossed paths.
@SALAMANDER
Originally, he'd come to the pine forest after a scrap with a rogue group who'd found his presence unwanted. Char, no stranger to battle but keen on self-preservation, had defended himself but promptly left before he no longer had the option. He'd needed somewhere to lick his wounds before he could continue his travels, and Rain had welcomed him as he welcomes any feline needing a place to stay.
He has to admit, the prey is plentiful. He has not starved since arriving, and he has not been accosted by any territorial cats. There have been stirrings across the forest, near the darker, damper parts where there's more mud than sense, but Char is not interested. He won't stay here long enough for that to be an issue, he thinks.
Despite the supposed tensions, though, Char has found some sensible cats in both groups. He's not one to make friends, knowing he won't be here long enough to forge meaningful relationships, but Salamander had been different. Level-headed, he considers her. A rare find in someone so young. She reminds him a bit of a mate he'd had long ago. Sensible.
There is neutral ground, the place where the massive oaks grow. Moss-colored eyes search the lengthening shadows warily. The sun is descending, and he had not meant to come so late. He hopes he has not missed her. She had been quite interesting the last time they'd crossed paths.
@SALAMANDER
