LEMONDROP || o. Joiner

[LEOPARDCLIMB.]

Cotton candy skies​

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Theodora had explored far too away from where her home was, and of course had gotten lost and gotten mud all over her pristine white paws which made her scoff in disbelief as she shook off some of the mud but the brown stained her fur. This was no place for a small cat like her, but no- she had to of retired due to the little baby that their owner had gotten taking her place in the number one spot. "this is outrageous" she would say to herself, her tail lashing in annoyande at such thoughts, her pink glittery collar had gotten trapped on a picket fence earlier and has fallen off, and her normally clean fur, dirty. She had no clue how other cats, or strays could live in such filth, but here she was. Running away from home, out of spite for them replacing her with a much younger cat.

Her tiny legs took her to the edge of Skyclan's territory as she paused, her rosey pink nose picking up other cats that lived here and she let a soft humph out, maybe they'll let her in? Seafoam green eyes began to examine for any life that willed their way forward while a gentle smile crossed her face for whoever dared to approach the prim little cat who managed to find herself all the way out here. "Hello, my name is Theodora Von Trek, I was wondering where exactly I might be?" her voice like honey as she spoke sweetly, she smelled of rosewater and perfume marking her as a kittypet (of course such a name screamed she was clearly not from the outside). She awaited for the other to speak, her fluffy tail twitching as she tried to keep it from falling on the ground below, afraid that mud would get on her cinnamon tail, though it wouldn't show as much, she still was careful about it.​

"speak""Thoughts"​

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

Pristine after the afternoon's grooming Daisy Flight left the camp for some time away from the bustle. Caring for Gaia was proving rewarding, and though she was managing just fine the prospect of her coming kits made her a little breathless.

The queen's thoughts were cut off by the sudden appearance of another cat. Coming across figures between the sun-smothered foliage wasn't unusual but the fresh face brought her to a halt. At their polite introduction, she tipped back her chin, giving the cinnamon feline a once over. Splashed with mud, it was clear the newcomer wasn't accustomed to the pine-pelted landscape. "Hello, you stand in Skyclan territory. You may call me Daisy Flight." Her response was curt, however her olivine eyes held kindness and patience.

And then, punctuated with a wrinkled nose of distaste, she couldn't help but add, "If you need to clean yourself up you're welcome to spend time in our camp." Such an invitation wouldn't have been hers to give before being dubbed deputy. It was strange. Regardless, she wasn't about to let this poor cat stay covered in filth. ​

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[REDSTORM !]

It felt good to get out of the camp, away from all the reminders of his father, who now was gone, the sad looks in his brother's eyes, knowing that he was the reason for their suffering. If only he had been stronger, better. He finds little moments to get away though, like now for instance. The flame point tom pushes his way through the pine needles and shrubs but takes pause when he hears voices slowly and distantly entering his field of hearing. He lifts his head to the air, trying to determine who it was and recoiling when he hears Daisy Flight's familiar lithe carry on the breeze. For a moment, he doesn't mind Deersong as much but they were a stranger to him, no reason for him to want to reveal himself but its the voice that he doesn't recognize that draws him forward, almost without thinking, curiosity getting the better of him.

When he sees its a lost kittypet he almost lets out a laugh. Didn't they have enough of those? Hadn't they caused enough problems for them? Immediately though, he reprimands himself for having such thoughts. Churro was a kittypet, after all, and he had grown quite fond of the spunky she-cat. He smiles at the newcomer warmly "You come here often?" He asks, half-jokingly, it was clear that she didn't, judging by the way she smelled and the way she did her best to keep her tail from touching the forest floor beneath their paws. ​

 

[Lionsnarl]

"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​

It was quite unlike Tugger to have any sort of feelings about newcomers and strangers now-a-days. Since the disappearance of his mate, Tugger had felt very little for any cat, let alone ones that showed up at SkyClan's doorstep now that the other mongrels in the forest were setting rules and regulations for who they allowed in. However, apathy was nowhere in the normally gruff tom's posture as he laid eyes on the little kitty-pet before him. Instead, his dark gaze lit up and the storm-like disposition he had held since Fritter's departure momentarily cleared.

"Theodora Von Trek," He almost purrs at the name, at the familiarity. Her titles come to him first, as if they were back in the ring again."Two time Best-in-Breed winner, Grand Champion dam, and the only Munchkin I have ever been able to stand." He speaks as if it hasn't been seasons since his last run in the ring, as if they had only seen each other but a few weeks before. His dark eyes slide down to her neck, searching for her pristinely-kept tags.

And then the illusion is broken.

Her fur is dirty. Her neck is bare. They aren't in the ring, they're in the wild. In SkyClan territory, where he is a SkyClan warrior that hasn't been professionally groomed in well over a year, and he brought looks no better than the strays they once mocked and derided together before their performances. It takes him a moment to come to terms with what he has become, now faced with the memory of what he once was. It takes him all of a minute before his eyes slide back to her face and he asks: "what are you doing here, what happened to your person, your handler?"​

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