- Mar 3, 2023
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⭒✧ The sun simmered the morning mist, the horizon line smoothly sketched from the haze as the day grew denser. It was a no-lesson day at the Learningplace and Chalk had chosen to join the clan for the early patrols. The daylight warrior typically hunted in smaller groups near nightfall but with sickness circulating the ranks he left the twolegplace before sunhigh more often. Admittedly, Blazestar’s call for clan laws to be respected was sharp in his mind too.
Light seemed to crack the forest into corridors, the gloom tight behind pine trunks in strengthening shadows. Chalk followed their furrows diligently, pausing only when a needle of refracted light pierced the corner of his eye. Something metal? Beams of steel protruded from the white lump. The quiet tom fished a paw beneath the contraption, tail curled in question. It was weighty, rocking to its base atop a slant stone. It was clearly twoleg made- in a very familiar way. Chemical scent hit Chalk’s nose. Recognition scratched through his uncertainty, like the shrill sing of a bell and scores of chairs lurching back at once. It was an item of study, one of the many the Learningplace had tucked away in it's cupboards.
The twoleg apprentices would settle the bar against their sunken eyes and fiddle with the side. Despite their absorption in the task, they’d always be aware enough to bat him off if he tried to get a look himself. It was frustrating. Now unattended, Chalk tried to mimic the pose. Rearing back a little awarded him with a pin-dot of light, the edges warped. Nothing.
Limestone ears were ground flat in irritation. Their studies were so inaccessible. He'd long held the assumption twoleg vision was different from their own- they were blind in the dark, whiskerless. All disadvantages. Clearly, their knack for tailoring the world for their convenience applied here too. If only he could understand-
A stale rustle recalled wandering attention and the daylight warrior was reminded that he was supposed to be patrolling. "It’s safe." Sighed reassurance might suggest the tom had been worried, but at its core, his tone was inlaid with disappointment. "I'm not certain what it's used for. They stare closely into them... potentially it helps their eyesight?"
/the object he's found is a small microscope!
Light seemed to crack the forest into corridors, the gloom tight behind pine trunks in strengthening shadows. Chalk followed their furrows diligently, pausing only when a needle of refracted light pierced the corner of his eye. Something metal? Beams of steel protruded from the white lump. The quiet tom fished a paw beneath the contraption, tail curled in question. It was weighty, rocking to its base atop a slant stone. It was clearly twoleg made- in a very familiar way. Chemical scent hit Chalk’s nose. Recognition scratched through his uncertainty, like the shrill sing of a bell and scores of chairs lurching back at once. It was an item of study, one of the many the Learningplace had tucked away in it's cupboards.
The twoleg apprentices would settle the bar against their sunken eyes and fiddle with the side. Despite their absorption in the task, they’d always be aware enough to bat him off if he tried to get a look himself. It was frustrating. Now unattended, Chalk tried to mimic the pose. Rearing back a little awarded him with a pin-dot of light, the edges warped. Nothing.
Limestone ears were ground flat in irritation. Their studies were so inaccessible. He'd long held the assumption twoleg vision was different from their own- they were blind in the dark, whiskerless. All disadvantages. Clearly, their knack for tailoring the world for their convenience applied here too. If only he could understand-
A stale rustle recalled wandering attention and the daylight warrior was reminded that he was supposed to be patrolling. "It’s safe." Sighed reassurance might suggest the tom had been worried, but at its core, his tone was inlaid with disappointment. "I'm not certain what it's used for. They stare closely into them... potentially it helps their eyesight?"
/the object he's found is a small microscope!
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ii. frequenting a school, chalk is very familiar with twoleg objects, and has had a fair amount of time to build memories. he finds an uncommon twoleg item by the border that holds with it a particular memory; plus, he is the only cat who knows what two legs use this item for. does he share his memory, or simply the use of this item?
