scavengers to find * circe

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the adjustment is.. jarring to say the least, he hasn't expected to fully be thrown into a fight, which he handled rather pathetically, blindly tossing out his claws. he's not necessarily felt bad about how useless he's been during the rouge invasion, just worried for his safety which as it turns out, is an incredibly uncomfortable sensation. he can't help but the experience of being without housefolk is odd - it's a far cry from days spent being gently scratched behind the ears. some of the comments he's received has him blinking in puzzlement, but mostly but they slide right off.

dolly observes the nearby bird very carefully, has been lounging and soaking in the sunshine nearby. he makes no move to capture it, round blue eyes observing the bird flitting about. the idea of killing the thing, isn't appealing to him. he draws in closer for the purpose of observation, watching it pluck at the ground intermittently.


/ @Circe sorry this took a hot minute!
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Circe had become more accostomed to change then she thought.
Mind, she had been changing homes and place since she was given away by her parent's Twolegs; but she didn't really see what the big deal is. Adapt, survive, live. She'd never gotten to that last one. She hoped here she could acheive it.
Sighing, the molly shook out her pelt. The last remaining fur parts rustled in the wind. It'd taken everything in her not to lick them clean off these past few days. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the war with the rogues. Some places still smelt of the blood and misery. Her paws did too, but she refused to clean them in fear that there would just be no fur left if she started. Instead, she decided she would try 'sun bathing'. It was something a few other cats did, and she figured it would help her fit in if nothing else.
Gently pading along in the grass, she looked up to see a ragdoll. She was familar with the coat of that breed, though usually Sky Clan warriors had a slight dirtyness to the look of their fur. This cat was so clean their pelt almost shined in the sun. A stab of envy shot through her. She'd competed against that breed of cat before and only won once - not that, that meant anything now. Or then, really.
Stomach twisting as she approached, Circe puffed out her chest a bit to much. She refused to run.
"H-hello." She mewed. Her voice sliding back into it's practiced soft and even tone from her life as a kittypet. "Wh-" She jumped as a bird flitted away. "Oh. Um. I-I'm. My bad I didn't see it there." The akwardness of the situation pulled her spine straight.
"That's , um, a swallow." She muttered, recalling the bird from a previous conversation with a kittypet. "They're, they're pretty. You might be able to lure it back with seeds?" She tried, blinking slowly.

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// ooc: No worries! I was gone all weekend so this works perfectly :) I'll get Bitekit's up in a sec >:)​

 

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it takes him a moment to realize circe is there, her words reaching him first, leading to him detaching his gaze from the small creature. he doesn't give her patchy fur a second glance. "hey." he swings his head back too late to see the bird leaving. "just watching." he assures, round eyes lingering where it used to peck. dolly, recognizes her stress, but does not share the worry or caution, laying lax on his stomach, tail gently sweeping the leafy ground, stirring the fallen leaves. embarrassment and fear are seemingly foreign concepts to his easy lifestyle previously, as as such regards her stuttered approach like any other. "swallow." is repeated, eyes lifting to the sky as if to catch a glimpse of the long gone bird.

"do you have any?" he asks, blinking lazily, the sun soothing his already sloth-like state to something more tired. "haven't r'lly been here long so.." he flicks his fluffy tail in explanation. "hunting is a bit out of uhh, my understanding." the words come out slowly, during his current brief time in the clan his experience with many of the areas leaves something to be desired, unintroduced to areas of clan life, but interested nonetheless. "'m dolly." he nods "who are you?"


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"do you have any?"
"Oh. Uh. No." She blinked, feeling rather stupid under the tom's gaze. He moved like his body was heavy with pleasure. Something about it was familiar...
"haven't r'lly been here long so... hunting is a bit out of uhh, my understanding."
With a shock, she recognized why. Kittypet! She used to move slowly like that when she was a kitty pet! Or, she supposed, daylight warrior. She'd set out to know more of her clan mates and was glad she had similar experiences to this tom. At least on the surface.
"I'm Circe. Also a kitty pet. Well - I used to be." She responded, greeting him with a dip of the head she'd seen other clan cats do. "Glad hunting is an odd one for everyone." She chuckled lightly. Each word was a struggle, but they came out fast. The other cats she'd talked to - the ones in her old life, the ones Dolly looked like - were always mean but they weren't clever about it. Circe had never been that clever either, but she was trusting. Or at least, she was trying to be.
Her tail flicked behind her abnormally, even as she moved to sit down as close to the other cat as she could herself to go. The ground felt warm beneath her. A bit too warm on the bits of her that didn't have fur, but she forced herself not to squirm.
"So, um, what brought you to the clans?" Did you get kicked out too?

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a smile crawls it's way across his face, kittypet. it's soothing to hear the information, although he's seen collars around, the clan life has been uncharted territory for him. seeing the kittypet accessories is comforting, a warm breeze of nostalgia, of a life he always needed, but isn't so sure anymore. "yeah. i wouldn't mind knowing." an excessively loud yawn escapes his jaws. "but never learned. yet." much of clan life is still to be discovered, the topic of hunting, is one of such many areas. "kittypet huh? don't you wish you could see your housefolk again?" he asks, unable to stop from wondering if the absence he felt is similarly shared by a cat of seemingly similar background, completely ignorant of her experience.

"my housefolk.. they left, they always looked out for me before. i just, don't understand why." he explains mournfully, it's all he knows, and all he can offer, but he still can't prevent the way the topic makes his ears lean back. "i had heard about groups of cats who lived way out. knew i would die otherwise. what 'bout you?" he's curious, the experiences of others prior to the clan have him wondering, he tilts his head slightly at circe, dazed eyes vaguely hinting the curiosity.

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She regaurded the tom closely, not once did his gaze seem to settle on her bare skin. His gaze didn't seem to settle anywhere, really, but still. It was a nice contrast for the self-aware molly.
At his questions she pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side. Did she wish to see her housefolk again? Did she miss the lights and the grooming and the... she tried to hold back a snarl.
"Eh, to be honest Dolly, not really. My housefolk...." She searched for the words. Then squinted. Maybe he did like the competiton life? She didn't want to be rude... "My housefolk...." Were his diffrent from her's? She tilted her head to the otherside, watching the clouds above them. Her stomach swirled with memories. She was glad they hadn't caught that bird. "Left me, as well." She settled on. The admittion hurt. being undesirable hurt.
She turned her head to him, eyes still glued to the sky. "I'm... a little surprised you'd want to go back. No offesense." Her skin prickled. The yelling. The sharp cuts of their togues. "I... I don't know if I like this life a lot - the hunting and what not... i'm getting used to - but it beats the large areas with flashes and the traveling in monsters." She shrugged, still to afraid to look at him. "Not-not that it's all that bad. I mean, maybe I just... maybe it just wasn't for me?"
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Oblivious to many things, the hurt is layered on thickly, draws his usually lax smile down into something more serious. "Sorry to hear. It's really, no good." Circe's next statement, when it registers, has him tipping his head to one side. When he thinks of home, warm nights and days with plenty of attention and scratching, and the craziest food he's ever eaten comes to mind. The elaboration has him puzzled, flashes and monsters? Her experience is so far removed from his own, it's confusing, he can't quite picture it. "Your housefolk, they sound like fox-dung." Although insulting, it's not spoken with any harshness, just a dreamy assuredness. It's odd to him, housefolk should be nice. His housefolk had, he's come to realize have taken care of him to a degree that has him now floundering in the clan.

"My housefolk.." a vague smile forms, though something in his chest aches. "my housefolk made me very happy." Dolly sighs, allowing himself the moment to reminisce on a time that was at one, so far removed from his life and yet so nearby. "I had so much nice food, nice pats, I was really happy. Your housefolk sound mean."
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