twolegplace YOU'VE NEVER BEEN FAITHFUL TO ANYONE ✮ STRANGER

DUKE

THIS DEATH WILL BE ART
Jun 17, 2024
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The woods are . . . well, not scary, he's not some mewling kit . . . but they're unsettling. The pines loom imposingly in the semi - distance, an unwelcome wall of stout trunks and heavy evergreen boughs. The darkness between them looms long and ominous, casting bleak black shadows that yawn towards him like claws set against the backlit sun. He takes a hesitant pawstep forward, than another—but he can't quite bring himself to break from the comfortable scrape of concrete underpaw. His heavy - set muzzle sets into a discontented grimace, nicked ear twitching.

It's hard—no, it's impossible to imagine her living in this shadowy forest. His bright, beautiful mate ( can he still call her that? He thinks he can ), all soft edges and forgiving fluff. He can't see her shadowed under those boughs, hunting and fighting and who knows what else. He'd had to do all the work during their brief stint in the wilderness, there's no way she's some kind of . . . what are they called . . . warrior. There's just no way—and yet, the kittypets he's semi - bullied into coughing up local gossip report yes, there's a tawny and white she - cat with green eyes who patrols that border.

( Real pretty, she was, one of the mouthier ones had remarked. Right before Duke cracked him across the nose. Damn, that had been satisfying. )

He's seriously debating turning back altogether when a clump of cats breaks free of the pines and begins to trek towards Twolegplace's edge. A strange gaggle, they are, all different pelts and voices, some of them wearing collars or bandannas, some of them not. Well, he can deal with this band of freaks if it means finding out who that deer - fluffy warrior in their ranks is—finding out if she's who he thinks she is, anyways.

( And how dare she? How dare she leave him behind, never mind that he left her? She should be looking for him. She should be back in his arms. )

" Hey, buddy, " he greets the first cat to reach him, their pelt redolent of a strange pine - spice. His rich voice is suffused with an easy openness that suggests camraderie. " I've got a problem I think you can help me out with. Do a guy a solid? "
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OOC : Targeted towards SkyClan daylight warriors!
 

"So did you end up getting that… Squeezie treat?" She meows curiously to her apprentice as they pass through the blurring landscape of pine trees scattered across the forest. She remembers Jellypaw asking if Florabreeze could give her one when she tried to convince her to climb, now she made it a common occurrence to ask about the updates on her Twolegs. The apprentice seemed excited lately, she had later found out that was because she found that there were more stashed in the house. It had been a productive day, she likes to think so anyways. In her opinion Jellypaw was coming a long way, she thought about combining her training with another young apprentice soon but there was concerns that maybe Jellypaw would be too caught up in chatting with a friend for either mentor to get something to stick.

Despite that, she still thought it may be a nice surprise. Maybe they could figure out a low stakes event, find a mentor who wouldn't mind if a potential lesson didn't stick. She hums in thought as they break from the treeline, she made a habit out of walking Jellypaw to her Twolegs nest before turning back to her own. It's not necessary and she knows that, yet it made her sleep a little easier at night knowing that if some dog went haywire or if a rogue got too close then she could do her best to protect her.

The sight of a black tom brought him pause, fate would have it so that she reached him first. Or rather she made an effort to make sure that it wasn't her apprentice who had to meet him first, since he seemed intending to strike up conversation. He seems nice enough yet she straightens up all the same, the two of them seem to have that maine coon heritage so she wanted to meet his eye. "Hiya!" she greets with a smile, still feeling her body tense in anticipation for something to go awry. "What can I do for you? Are you lost?" She tilts her head curiously, the last time strangers had requested help there was a group of them that sought shelter, so Florabreeze couldn't help but wonder if that was the case here as well.

  • chatting with @jellypaw ♬ at the start <33
  • FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
    A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
    Mentored by Sorrelsong /Mentoring Jellypaw
    "Speech", thoughts, attacking
    Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
 
Some chick with brown fur and this weird - ass collar . . . whatever, it's not his problem. She smells like sharp mint and bracing pine, mingling with the familiarity of Twolegplace, and a dark - pointed cat, slightly smaller, flanks her. His copper gaze assesses the kid for a minute and immediately dismisses her as both too young and not looking anything like those dark young cats he'd managed to escape the scrutiny of. She straightens up and is about his height, he notes with something akin to disappointment, though he doesn't show it—plastering on a scruffy grin and meeting her green with his own burnished amber.

" Oh, nah, I ain't lost—but thanks, sugar, " he replies, pretending to think over his words as if he hasn't already carefully considered them. " I'm just wonderin'—wonderin' if you could let me know if there's a cat in your . . . group who looks somethin' like this . . . " He can see her face swimming behind his eyelids, burned onto the dusk—can already feel the warmth of her round, forgiving eyes.

" Tawny 'n white with stripes, big ol' eyes green 's that leaf, " he nods to a verdant spill of Twoleg greenery. " Pretty little thing, about this big. " As he speaks this last, he gestures to a height significantly below his own. " Around my age? Real fluffy with a big hank of fur 'round here. " He pats his own ruffled mohawk - esque mane, eyeing Flora carefully. He debates providing her name, then decides not to . . . after all, what if this airhead goes and tells her? Nah, surely she won't . . . she doesn't look smart enough to make the connection, anyways.
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OOC : IC opinions only </3 he is the WORST!
 
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Sugar? She narrows her gaze, tail flicking behind her in irritation. Bringing it to curl beside Jellypaw in an attempt to keep it still, it really wouldn't do her any favours to be so openly annoyed. At least he wasn't lost, she supposed that was a bonus because it would take an effort to supply an actually helpful suggestion. Curiosity wins her over in the end, that and the fact that she was far too polite for her own benefit in situations like this. An ear twitches as he makes his motives known, showing his paw in his desire to try and find someone within SkyClan. It's not uncommon, they often have joiners coming by the border in search of another, she herself had been one of them.

So she waits for that description, in that moment where he takes a second to recall his features she glances back to her apprentice, just to make sure that Jellypaw was alright. She gently bumps her side as a silent gesture of comfort, or permission to go on ahead if she so wished, whichever way the apprentice would take it. Tawny and white with stripes, green eyes. While she wished that there was more of a description to go by it was apt enough to attribute to a pawful of cats, he continues on and she really wishes that he didn't. Unfortunately as much as she wasn't a fan of the way he described her it did help to gather a comparison of height, despite the fact that she only had one eye she could apply Doeblaze's to being that leaf green colour.

With each descriptor that he applied in his explanation it painted a clearer picture of a she-cat that she knew well, not in the sense that they were close but in the sense of having seen her around often. She debates letting slip the warriors name, would that bring more trouble than it's worth? She knew that the she-cat was rather capable and often was with other cats so there was no way he'd charge around in the forest itself looking for her. Besides, she had to admit there was a curiosity to see how much attention he would be willing to draw to himself by yowling her name by the border if he respected that.

"Ah, you're probably thinking of Doeblaze then" she decides to say, still keeping that warm tone to her meow but not offering more than that. "She's a SkyClan warrior, can I help you with anything else?" She grins at him, trying to see how much she could actually get him to divulge before he decided he had enough information.

  • FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her, Daylight Warrior of SkyClan, 35 moons (ages on the 12th)
    A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
    Mentored by Sorrelsong /Mentoring Jellypaw
    "Speech", thoughts, attacking
    Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}