- Jul 24, 2023
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✦ The cold days were only growing chillier by the second, and Dogbite was fed up. Rarely did he fall into a sour mood, but his scars were cracking and aching in the frigid air. Maw stapled firmly into a grimace as he slipped out into the territory with his hunting partner for morning. At least it hasn't snowed more than once today. It was the one saving grace as he carefully clambered over a fallen log, doing his best not to fumble with his limited sight. The pristine landscape had become a challenge, and his messy coat hardly retained heat as it should, leaving him a pitiful shivering cat-sickle. Thankfully, he was in good company, having a little impromptu hunt with someone was always better than alone. Peering over their shoulder, they eyed the patch-work warrior bounding alongside them, sticking close to stay warm.
Once they were both on the same pace again, he set off through the snow, lifting each paw high as a satisfying 'crrrrrnch' sounded beneath each step. The cinnamon and white tabby took notice of the familiar tall planks signaling their position near two-leg place. Softly, he muttered to their friend as the wood line began to disperse into open space. "Looks like we're here. Want to split up or hunt in a pair?" His question falls flat as something glints in the corner of their good eye. Distracted, they bound towards the fence and into a dip of a hill where mounds of these strange red things are gathered in piles of strown about dirt. Dogbite halted dead in their tracks switching the subject as he called back to Twitchbolt. "What is that?" His eye lit up with curiosity as he stalked a touch closer to the starkly-colored plant. Paws nearly brushing against the weirdly spotted dirt.
Their knowledge on flowers and other plant-life was limited, but something was awfully familiar about these large leafy herbage. Breaching the transparent barrier, he leaned down to sniff them and was surprised by the lack of a strong aroma. A light musky scent was all that could be gathered, but nothing more. Sated, he lifted his right paw and gently patted the crimson petal. Pulling it back, he sniffed it again, jaw falling open to take in the earthen notes of the plant. Gently, he scooped the uprooted item closer and petted the soft surface of the greenery, pleased by its unique texture. "How beautiful..." Nostalgia washed over the former loner as brightly lit windows and decorated conifers painted the recesses of his mind. Well, no itch or anything, guess it's okay. Alas, he glanced at Twitchbolt and ushered them over with a friendly tail wave.
Tattered ears twiddling with the satisfaction of finding something fun on their hunt. Piping up, his voice was bright with intrigue as he meowed. "Seems safe to me. I think I remember two-legs putting these up during the colder moons. Used to throw them out in the alley a lot." They assumed if it was safe enough to be placed around kittypets, surely it couldn't hurt to use as decoration. An idea flashed across their muzzle, leaving a hopeful smile on Dogbite's face. "Maybe we could bring some back for the kits to play with?" Much like a giddy paw' on their first outing he'd lit up exponentially from his earlier slump. Truthfully, he'd always loved collecting petals as a kit, and the opportunity was far too tempting.
Once they were both on the same pace again, he set off through the snow, lifting each paw high as a satisfying 'crrrrrnch' sounded beneath each step. The cinnamon and white tabby took notice of the familiar tall planks signaling their position near two-leg place. Softly, he muttered to their friend as the wood line began to disperse into open space. "Looks like we're here. Want to split up or hunt in a pair?" His question falls flat as something glints in the corner of their good eye. Distracted, they bound towards the fence and into a dip of a hill where mounds of these strange red things are gathered in piles of strown about dirt. Dogbite halted dead in their tracks switching the subject as he called back to Twitchbolt. "What is that?" His eye lit up with curiosity as he stalked a touch closer to the starkly-colored plant. Paws nearly brushing against the weirdly spotted dirt.
Their knowledge on flowers and other plant-life was limited, but something was awfully familiar about these large leafy herbage. Breaching the transparent barrier, he leaned down to sniff them and was surprised by the lack of a strong aroma. A light musky scent was all that could be gathered, but nothing more. Sated, he lifted his right paw and gently patted the crimson petal. Pulling it back, he sniffed it again, jaw falling open to take in the earthen notes of the plant. Gently, he scooped the uprooted item closer and petted the soft surface of the greenery, pleased by its unique texture. "How beautiful..." Nostalgia washed over the former loner as brightly lit windows and decorated conifers painted the recesses of his mind. Well, no itch or anything, guess it's okay. Alas, he glanced at Twitchbolt and ushered them over with a friendly tail wave.
Tattered ears twiddling with the satisfaction of finding something fun on their hunt. Piping up, his voice was bright with intrigue as he meowed. "Seems safe to me. I think I remember two-legs putting these up during the colder moons. Used to throw them out in the alley a lot." They assumed if it was safe enough to be placed around kittypets, surely it couldn't hurt to use as decoration. An idea flashed across their muzzle, leaving a hopeful smile on Dogbite's face. "Maybe we could bring some back for the kits to play with?" Much like a giddy paw' on their first outing he'd lit up exponentially from his earlier slump. Truthfully, he'd always loved collecting petals as a kit, and the opportunity was far too tempting.
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———✧———✧ LH cinnamon tabby w/high white one blue eye
✧ child of npc x npc ; sibling to crescent and bear
✧ skyclan warrior ; ex-loner ; mentor to littlepaw
✧ 31 moons old ; birthday 07/01 ; ages realistically
✧ AFAB ; nonbinary ; he/they
✧ pansexual ; polyromantic ; single
✧ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
✧ penned by tasmagoric
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