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dogwood
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❁ DOGWOOD ❁
When the lynx point leapt down from the wooden fence and came face-to-face with the forest of pines and evergreens stretching out in front of him, a smile began to twitch at his whiskers, and his tail lifted up high. This tom in particular was a cat with many names, every housefolk calling him something different with each house he visited. It was too troublesome to remind himself that today he was Snowball and the next day he was Whiskers and the day after that he was Prince Henry the Seventeenth, Ruler of Darkness (that one made him smile), so he had picked his own name somewhere along the line.
Dogwood. After the white blossoming tree in the first house he'd ever been in. He liked that name. It suited him, and the branch-like stripes along his legs, and the white shine of his fur. It suited the likeness of a Ruler of Darkness such as he quite well!
The lax, thick-furred tom purred in amusement as he began into the forest. It was just the season for a relaxing midmorning stroll. He had just finished his meal on the porch of one of the more generous housefolk, said his greetings to the two little itty-bitty housefolk pups who always came out to greet him on his travels, and now, Dogwood had nothing better to do but wander. He knew the homey little cul-de-sac that he normally explored far too well by now. He needed something exciting, something new!
Only vaguely aware that he had crossed some type of scent border, his eyes were directed upwards at the clear blue sky and the passing of a jackdaw overhead. Yep. An absolutely beautiful day.
Dogwood. After the white blossoming tree in the first house he'd ever been in. He liked that name. It suited him, and the branch-like stripes along his legs, and the white shine of his fur. It suited the likeness of a Ruler of Darkness such as he quite well!
The lax, thick-furred tom purred in amusement as he began into the forest. It was just the season for a relaxing midmorning stroll. He had just finished his meal on the porch of one of the more generous housefolk, said his greetings to the two little itty-bitty housefolk pups who always came out to greet him on his travels, and now, Dogwood had nothing better to do but wander. He knew the homey little cul-de-sac that he normally explored far too well by now. He needed something exciting, something new!
Only vaguely aware that he had crossed some type of scent border, his eyes were directed upwards at the clear blue sky and the passing of a jackdaw overhead. Yep. An absolutely beautiful day.
skyclan · he/him · penned by cuzn · tags