- Jul 17, 2024
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The pine forest. Kite is drawn towards it, but has never once stepped pass the fence line that is within meters of those ancient trees. From her vantage point, perched in an oak tree in a twoleg yard, the scent of pine fills her lungs. She is intoxicated by the scent, it's fresher than any scent in her rotten home of the twolegplace. The dark cat yearns to be beneath the nettle canopy, blending into the shadows and scaling those trees-- oh, to be in one of those trees, higher up from distractions and danger than even a roof top could provide. Their claws dig into the branch she is perched upon, splintering bark. They should know how lucky they are...
Skyclan inhabits that territory. Kite knows this fact very well, she's stalked those kittypets who have somehow been accepted by the wild felines into their ranks. She follows them, undetected, back to their homes and listens to their incessant chattering as the recount their days, providing the details she craves. Kite takes those tidbits and tucks them into the crevices of her mind for her most private moments where she retrieves them, crafting them into her own narrative.
Skyclan inhabits that territory. Kite knows this fact very well, she's stalked those kittypets who have somehow been accepted by the wild felines into their ranks. She follows them, undetected, back to their homes and listens to their incessant chattering as the recount their days, providing the details she craves. Kite takes those tidbits and tucks them into the crevices of her mind for her most private moments where she retrieves them, crafting them into her own narrative.
... they walk into camp, pushing through the entrance to camp with a clearing alive with conversation. from her jaw hangs a limp creature which she tosses onto a pile of other kills, her lips curling into a smirk as she notices her contribution is the largest. kite is the best hunter in the clan, praised by all, a position she holds with pride. she saunters away toward...
Kite is pulled out of her daydream as she notices some figures meandering away from the treeline, her eyes narrowing in judgement. Just more daylight warriors, they conclude. Not even worth bothering or following. They have the best of two worlds, and they probably don't even realise. They don't even know the realities of the twolegplace. They sleep inside their climate controlled homes and then get to spend their days in that forest... it disgusts her. They don't know what it's really like out here. They, the rest of those wild cats, don't know either...
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— black tabby with a slim physique and compact muscles
— 38, ages every 21st
— they/them or she/her
— bisexual
— wary to trust
— speech
— peaceful powerplay allowed