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▲ Waltzing in with her chin held high the short and stout molly took a running jump up the wooden pole and right into the rafter beams. Balancing with ease as dainty paws skipped across them and into her familiar resting spot. Observing in silence as the Windclanners filed back inside adorned in bruises, scratches, and the like. Puff had gotten off easy, only having small altercations with one roughen or another, but the pale molly had witnessed the clan cats fight like wild dogs. Bared fangs and crimson flinging with passionate howls decorating the thrums of slamming claws. It was the most thrilling and harrowing experience of her young life. The youth also felt a pang of empathy well within her, knowing these poor cats just wanted to go home more than anything. She could understand that pain, knowing her own family was still locked away in filthy two-leg kennels and barred entry into the vastness of the world around them.
Puff would always be thankful for her escape and even more so to the barn cats that took her in as if she were their own. Pa' had done a wonderful job teaching her the ways of mousing and how to be gentle with two-legs. They were just big dumb critters that wanted nothing more than to coo and aw at you. At least the ones in funny blue pelts and hay-tussled hats wanted that, and at worst they'd shoo you off to make room for some other creature.
Idly, she continued to rest on top of a rafter, bobbed tail twitching with curiosity, as her eyes spotted the she-cat decorated in patches of flame-burnt oranges. Her hardened gaze and sturdy strut gave the fellow youth an air of prowess Puff had rarely seen around these parts. It was enchanting to witness, and a part of her wanted desperately to speak with the strange cat. Yet, Puff's nerves always got the best of her when talking to pretty folk, and the most she could muster was climbing down to the wooden floorboards. Peering shyly from the side of a bale as the calico made her pick from the prey pile, Puff nearly jumped out of her pelt when bright eyes locked with her own, catching the chimera's doting gaze from afar. Swallowing hard, she nearly jetted behind the mound of hay, heart thudding wildly with embarrassment. Oh fluff... Please don't come over here! The curly-furred lass had been caught at last, and her pads felt sweaty as pawsteps began to approach.
Puff would always be thankful for her escape and even more so to the barn cats that took her in as if she were their own. Pa' had done a wonderful job teaching her the ways of mousing and how to be gentle with two-legs. They were just big dumb critters that wanted nothing more than to coo and aw at you. At least the ones in funny blue pelts and hay-tussled hats wanted that, and at worst they'd shoo you off to make room for some other creature.
Idly, she continued to rest on top of a rafter, bobbed tail twitching with curiosity, as her eyes spotted the she-cat decorated in patches of flame-burnt oranges. Her hardened gaze and sturdy strut gave the fellow youth an air of prowess Puff had rarely seen around these parts. It was enchanting to witness, and a part of her wanted desperately to speak with the strange cat. Yet, Puff's nerves always got the best of her when talking to pretty folk, and the most she could muster was climbing down to the wooden floorboards. Peering shyly from the side of a bale as the calico made her pick from the prey pile, Puff nearly jumped out of her pelt when bright eyes locked with her own, catching the chimera's doting gaze from afar. Swallowing hard, she nearly jetted behind the mound of hay, heart thudding wildly with embarrassment. Oh fluff... Please don't come over here! The curly-furred lass had been caught at last, and her pads felt sweaty as pawsteps began to approach.
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△ SH cream tabby/seal point w/low white and blue eyes
△ child of npc x npc ; sibling to cherry and jelly
△ moorland barncat ; ex-kittypet
△ 9 moons old ; birthday 08/22 ; ages realistically
△ AMAB ; trans fem ; she/her
△ lesbian ; homoromantic ; single
△ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
△ peaceful powerplay allowed
△ penned by tasmagoric
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