twolegplace OVERFLOW HARMONY | Garden Gossip Gang

[SFOGLIATELLA]

"Buonasera, Gracie! I hope you aren't troubled by my presence here. I've got some juicy gossip, though! Seriously!" Sfogliatella purred as she straddled the wooden fence of her good friend's Twoleg den, with the sun casting its postmeridian spotlight upon the Maine Coon, breezing along the sand-hued purls of her groomed pelage. As soon as she heard the news, she just had to run her mouth about it. After all, no piece of information ever gained any use by sitting around and collecting dust within her mind! She considered herself an invaluable medium for the transmission of information throughout the wires of the Twolegplace. The molly leapt down from her perch, joyful expression plastered upon her face like a matinee splayed forth, stageplay of afternoon's ardor. Soft ground beneath the grass cushioned her every step, though she still took caution to not allow dirt to cake in the crevices of her pawpads. The kittypet padded forwards until greyish concrete pressed upon her feet, and only then did she curl her feathery tail around her coiled body. Shaking out her satin purls like some sort of wet dog, her bejeweled collar jangled alongside her, as if it sung its ringing melody with every movement of hers.

"You won't believe what I heard from the grapevine! A little birdy told me that Ivanich got taken to the cutter. Now he's lost his jowls, but not the weight - he's put it everywhere else on his body! He's so lazy, too. Nowadays, he hardly comes out of his housefolk's den! Y'know, my housefolk took me to the cutter when I was just a kitten. It's different for Ivanich, though. He's older, and it's no good to get sent to the cutter when you're old." Sfogliatella prattled onwards, like an earful of words flowed was ribbons of honey, tangling and falling just in front of her gossamer paws. She took some time to lick at one outstretched leg, then sweeping it over one fuzzy ear.

( No need to wait for @GRACIE ! Open to all Twolegplace cats, but requesting that no hostile cats join in <3 )​

 

[DISCO]

Truthfully, Disco didn't mean to intrude... But its hard not to, when they're walking along a nearby fence-line, and its even harder not to when they hear gossip... And so the black smoke carefully picks their way over to the two as if their life depended on it... The gossip certainly is, because how could they possibly miss that!? They arrive over just in time to hear something that makes the puzzle-pieces fall in to place, their mouth shaping in to an 'o' as they listen, plopping down to hang around on the fence. Had it really been that long since they saw Ivanich last? Now that they think of it, it has been quite a few sunrises... Maybe even weeks at this point.

"You're joking! That makes so much sense!" they flash a half-apologetic smile to the both of them, trying to convey something like hey, sorry for butting in! But they're not really sorry, gossip is one of the main things that they looove to hear around the neighborhood, anyways... "I heard that a couple dens down, they adopted a new kitten. The one where Rosa lives, but she says she hasn't gotten to meet them yet... They're locked behind something- but get this! She said the other day she heard not one, like she originally thought, but two!" two new kittens in a household with a cat and a pair of housefolk who are only getting older... Their lips purse thin, Rosa's housefolk always did like fancy new things... "If you ask me, I think her housefolk are in over their head."

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

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  ❥ disco ✧.* smoke
  ❥ amab nonbinary ✧.* they/them ✧.* 26 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

 

[Glitchpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Glitch wondered what it would've been like, had she never chosen to leave the confines of her two-leg nest. She imagines she would've been quite alright with the peaceful life of a solitary cat. Sure, it might've gotten frustrating trying to communicate with her oblivious two legs and never having a proper conversation ever again but...it'd be safer. It'd...make more sense. The pressure to communicate in and of itself was so exhausting. At least with two legs she didn't feel the humiliating sting of trying out a conversation tactic and having it be understood just enough to earn herself a confused look or a bothered glower. At least, no matter what she said, her two legs patted her on the head.

Being a daylighter meant she got to see a sea of cats. Cats more charismatic than her, prettier than her, more confident than her. Everyone somehow was always leagues ahead of her, talking about alliances, romances, stressing about prey and shelter and the weather and she just - she didn't - how could - what if she - it was all just -!

Glitch breathes as hard as she can as quietly as she can. She tries to count, but doing so just makes her more stressed. Instead, she tries to find comfort in the ground beneath her paws. Just don't think about how there could be spiders hiding in the grass, or that the grass is a little too spiky against her paw pads, or that she's making too much noise or that- Glitch shakes her head, focusing instead on her ears. She swivels them to and fro, desperate to catch a bird song loud enough to distract her as she makes her way, very reluctantly, to the border between her home and Skyclan.

That's when she hears familiar chatter.
Before long, she's scampering through the beams of a fence to find two kitty pets chatting at the top of theirs. Mismatched eyes glow with awe as the prettier felines discuss kitty-pet drama. It makes about as much sense to Glitch as clan cat drama, but she's too busy admiring the silky fur of her neighbors to worry about eavesdropping or properly participating.

Cutting, however, makes her ears twitch. What the heck does that mean? It...sounds scary.

Still, how interesting is it that scary words like that sound so much less frightening coming from the lips of two eloquent, confident models? Glitch tugs at her mis-matched coat, smoothing the lilac side down as best she can to no avail. She looks like a half-shorn sheep, and probably sounds like one, too, when compared to these two.

Oh, how desperately she wants to be like these two.

"W-well, get - um - this" Before she knows it, she's already blaa'ing her way over. Scrambling over the fence, she wobbles at the peak but forces herself stiff lest she tumbles over. Now, she's got their attention, but she hasn't thought of what she's 'got' to say. She licks dry lips, blinking hard as she thinks fast.

"So um - there's a new kitten that's - um - they're next door to my two legs! And I can see them through the window, so all of this is true!" so convincing! She swallows thickly but steels her nerves. Summoning her courage - she does her best to copy the other two's lax postures. "I-if you think Ivanich is fat, you have no clue! This kitten, is like, so chunky they basically have no ears! And they just run around screaming their head off and chewing on their two-leg's ankles, like, ALL DAY! It's crazy the sorts of cats Twolegs will let into their homes, r-right? B-better watch out when he finds his way out!"
Was that exciting enough? Did she gossip correctly?
She tries to keep her disposition calm, but her tail flicks back and forth nervously, terrified they'll catch her lie.

After all, there was no chubby kitten next door. It was just a weird animal she saw on her twolegs T.V.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/10/24

• //she's talking about Moo Deng
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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiokit
  ☏ Skyclan — apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically very easy | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently