- Jul 17, 2024
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They smelled him before they laid eyes upon him. An unfamiliar scent, both due to whom it belonged to but also from where it came from. It rousted Kite from where they laid on a rooftop, sprawled for an afternoon nap. The scent, it was similar to that of the wood chips in the strange playground, with a twist that Kite couldn't place. Still lounging, they twisted their head around in the direction the wind blew from, their dark ears careening forth and their nose twitching frantically as they attempt to pinpoint the scent. Kite rose to her paws and slid along the roofline, peering over the edge to catch sight of a brown tabby. They quietly spring onto a fencepost and balance, their tail quivering as they balance.
"Who goes there?" Kites growls as they dismount from the fence in a quick movement, diving downwards to shove the tom off balance from the side. Kite lands on them lightly, catching a large whiff of the feline's odd scent before dancing a few tail lengths away on nimble paws. They crouch, their tail lashing in anticipation before stilling. Their nose scrunches and they spat, "What is that stench?"
Kite canters forward as though they had not just been eager for a conflict, their mossy eyes squinting. They circle the tom once, shoulders squared and chin pointed upwards, before tiptoeing forth and jutting their neck forward to brush their inky muzzle against his shoulder. Kite inhales deeply before shrinking away slightly and cocking their head. "Kite. Who're you?" They mew sternly. "Where're you from...? What's that smell from?"
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"Who goes there?" Kites growls as they dismount from the fence in a quick movement, diving downwards to shove the tom off balance from the side. Kite lands on them lightly, catching a large whiff of the feline's odd scent before dancing a few tail lengths away on nimble paws. They crouch, their tail lashing in anticipation before stilling. Their nose scrunches and they spat, "What is that stench?"
Kite canters forward as though they had not just been eager for a conflict, their mossy eyes squinting. They circle the tom once, shoulders squared and chin pointed upwards, before tiptoeing forth and jutting their neck forward to brush their inky muzzle against his shoulder. Kite inhales deeply before shrinking away slightly and cocking their head. "Kite. Who're you?" They mew sternly. "Where're you from...? What's that smell from?"
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- @BUCK
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— black tabby with a slim physique and compact muscles
— 37, ages every 21st
— bisexual
— child of
— wary to trust
— speech
— peaceful powerplay allowed