private NOW WE MEET IN AN ABANDONED STUDIO ✦ hickory

[DISCO]

There is a chill on the wind despite the way the sun is overhead, it is carried on the breeze and it is a welcomed change. Leaf-fall would be setting in here soon, thank goodness. This greenleaf had been sweltering, and its only in the ending days does Disco find respite and comfort. Sometimes the sun was warm, nice against their black pelt, other days it was just downright muggy and miserable. They tilt their chin up to the sky as they sit on their fence, their twoleg long gone for work; they leave in the early morning, before the sun rises sometimes, and don't get back until the sun is already sitting behind the horizon. What an awful way to live, all work and no play... Thats why its Discos job to keep them company when they get home. A frown stretches across their face but is cleared with a quick shake of their head. At least its nice today... The clouds look pretty, too.

They look down from the sky, finally, done with their deep-thoughts for now. "Oh, hello!" Disco chirps when they find a familiar face staring, tilting their head as they shift on the fence they're sitting on. "You're the one that saved that uh- clan...? cat." the word is unfamiliar on their tongue, but the strangers deed is all the same. "That was awfully nice of you. Was scared i'd arrive to see someone flattened." though morbid, their whiskers twitch in amusement. It was a deed that Disco themself would have done if they were on the scene just a few minutes before, so they're glad at least someone else in the world had enough decency and kindness to help others. "I don't think we got a formal introduction. I am Disco. I live here, actually." they swing their nose towards the fence, and then to the yard that lays behind it, returning their gaze to Hickory with bated curiosity. "And you?"

𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖦𝖨𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖨𝖳𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖤 ｡✩🍸📸✩｡ 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖢𝖮

• @HICKORY.
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  ❥ disco ✧.* smoke
  ❥ amab nonbinary ✧.* they/them ✧.* 24 months
  ❥ kittypet ✧.* former rogue
  ❥ tall black smoke with dappled white flecks and silver-y eyes ✧.* adorned with a rhinestone studded collar
  ❥ "speech, ff7396" ✧.* thoughts
  ❥ single ✧.* pansexual
  ❥ smells like vanilla & mint ✧.* warm & comforting
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[HICKORY.]

YOU SHOULD KNOW I'M A HAZARD​

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the days were getting shorter, and the nights were getting longer. she knows what this means, of course she does, but there is a certain level of excitement that lingers beneath that the idea of clan cats beginning to struggle, so much so that they take it out on each other. one day, there would be none left snd on that day, hickory knows she will find herself laughing. but for now, she watches. waits. anticipates. as she walks with her ears twitching every few steps, she stops as she seems to be called out to. a familiar voice hums along her ears and she blinks, turning to look at disco with a tilt of her head.

"mhm. clan cat. stupid little thing almost died. would have been such a shame, don't you think?"

she hums, amusement in her gaze though not on her face. this... disco introduces themself and she finds herself thinking. disco, huh? lives here. with... twolegs. mindless creatures those ones. how could disco stand it, she wonders, though she does not say a thing. not yet. there would be time for prodding later.

"me? oh, my friends call me hickory, it seems."

the fawn ticked tabby tilts her head downward in a faux bow, blinking back up at the monochromatic feline in front of her. interesting this one was. she wonders if this one will be useful.

"and to answer your earlier remark... it would have been a shame to see that poor dear as nothing more than a feather within the teeth of a monster. trapped beneath its paws. not a way to go, I'll tell ya. but enough about that. you... live here? is it comfortable?"
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