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CHEERIO!
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*+:｡.｡ //If you saw a previous joining thread from Cheerio...no you didn't ;w;
Rumors spread like wildfire through the neighborhood- considering how bored the typical kitty-pet was, that wasn't a shock. Often rumors got overblown, exaggerated, or turned out to be just downright lies, but something about these particular tales...well, it had become too consistent for him to ignore anymore. Tufted ears perked from over his fence when he heard the tales woven by his neighbors. Fantastical stories of communities of cats being driven from their land by bloodthirsty rogues, only to turn around and steal back their homes with ten times the brutality! Of cats bravely defending what was theirs, unafraid of the costs! It made his heart swell at the thought, the idea of having something worth fighting for! It didn't take long for him to find a kitty pet who knew enough to point him in the right direction - 'Just walk into the woods and you'll either find some wild cats or a fox's jaws, good luck!'
A daunting feat, but to Cheerio it felt like a test! Although his disproportionally fluffy legs trembled as he walked farther and farther from his home, the thrill was enough to spur him onwards! How many moons had he spent, holed away in his nest, pawing at glasses and fake bell toys feeling as though he were withering away by the hour? Although he'd never known a life outside the comfort of his two legs care, he swore, some part of him just knew he had to have a calling! Looking down at his paws, the itch beneath the fur, and his nail sheaths, he felt his jaw set with determination. Yeah...life had to have more to offer.
And just like that, he was here. Surrounded on all sides by overwhelmingly massive trees, assaulted by a painful amount of scents, and twitching nervously at every rustle from bush and leaf, he stood, waiting. As amazingly confident as he was to have gotten this far, he didn't quite have it in him to proceed further, not when the yawning shadows looked so much like fox teeth...he shivered. B-besides, where he stood now there was a very clear marking of scents, like a hundred cats had walked and marked the path before him a million times over, surely! Though as he stood here now, he wondered if perhaps this was some sort of trick. After all, could cats - even those brave and fierce ones that'd been described to him in the stories - truly be able to live comfortably in such a cold, desolate place? I mean, where were the cat bowls and hanging bell toys? Surely they didn't just paw at leaves and loose twigs for entertainment!
Oh well, trust fate he supposes. Quickly, he swiped his tongue over his fluffy chest before puffing it out in an attempt to look as big as possible. If he wanted in, they'd probably ask him to perform some sort of test! He can do that! Feeling a thrum of adrenaline rush through him, he decided to entertain himself by shadowboxing the air, pawing with quick, hard swipes as he imagined impressing these wild cats with his feather wand training skills! No one catches string feathers or red dots like Cheerio!
Surely they'll accept him into their ranks once they've seen him in action!
Rumors spread like wildfire through the neighborhood- considering how bored the typical kitty-pet was, that wasn't a shock. Often rumors got overblown, exaggerated, or turned out to be just downright lies, but something about these particular tales...well, it had become too consistent for him to ignore anymore. Tufted ears perked from over his fence when he heard the tales woven by his neighbors. Fantastical stories of communities of cats being driven from their land by bloodthirsty rogues, only to turn around and steal back their homes with ten times the brutality! Of cats bravely defending what was theirs, unafraid of the costs! It made his heart swell at the thought, the idea of having something worth fighting for! It didn't take long for him to find a kitty pet who knew enough to point him in the right direction - 'Just walk into the woods and you'll either find some wild cats or a fox's jaws, good luck!'
A daunting feat, but to Cheerio it felt like a test! Although his disproportionally fluffy legs trembled as he walked farther and farther from his home, the thrill was enough to spur him onwards! How many moons had he spent, holed away in his nest, pawing at glasses and fake bell toys feeling as though he were withering away by the hour? Although he'd never known a life outside the comfort of his two legs care, he swore, some part of him just knew he had to have a calling! Looking down at his paws, the itch beneath the fur, and his nail sheaths, he felt his jaw set with determination. Yeah...life had to have more to offer.
And just like that, he was here. Surrounded on all sides by overwhelmingly massive trees, assaulted by a painful amount of scents, and twitching nervously at every rustle from bush and leaf, he stood, waiting. As amazingly confident as he was to have gotten this far, he didn't quite have it in him to proceed further, not when the yawning shadows looked so much like fox teeth...he shivered. B-besides, where he stood now there was a very clear marking of scents, like a hundred cats had walked and marked the path before him a million times over, surely! Though as he stood here now, he wondered if perhaps this was some sort of trick. After all, could cats - even those brave and fierce ones that'd been described to him in the stories - truly be able to live comfortably in such a cold, desolate place? I mean, where were the cat bowls and hanging bell toys? Surely they didn't just paw at leaves and loose twigs for entertainment!
Oh well, trust fate he supposes. Quickly, he swiped his tongue over his fluffy chest before puffing it out in an attempt to look as big as possible. If he wanted in, they'd probably ask him to perform some sort of test! He can do that! Feeling a thrum of adrenaline rush through him, he decided to entertain himself by shadowboxing the air, pawing with quick, hard swipes as he imagined impressing these wild cats with his feather wand training skills! No one catches string feathers or red dots like Cheerio!
Surely they'll accept him into their ranks once they've seen him in action!
