lifting our spirits (private)

[Jax]

for Whiskey + Breeze

Jax padded warily up to the bar, mindful of the entrance as he looked around for Breeze. It was a little past dusk, and the den was just starting to attract a small crowd, from what the tom could hear that is. Taking a seat underneath one of the outdoor tables, just as he had when he was last here with his brother, the large tabby waited for the other two to arrive.

wow. short. sorry about that it's like almost four right now. i should go sleep.

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Breeze walked to the bar, noticing a small crowd of twolegs. She decided to just hide until everyone was inside. She spotted her friend Jax and ran swiftly to him. "Is this seriously where your brother lives?" She asked quietly, not wanting twolegs to hear her.

[Jax]

"Yeah," the big tabby said with a sigh, wrapping his heavy tail around his paws. The two had been born kittypets, along with their other littermates, so the tom could kind of understand why his brother would want to return to a two-leg run life. Yet, from what Jax could remember (seeing as they had barley lived a moon in their birth home) their housefolk were much different than this.
When Whiskey said that he was going to live as a kittypet, I thought he meant he would find himself a nice basement to live in-- with a two-leg coming down to feed him every once-in-awhile, the dark brown tabby thought, gazing at the entrance of the noisy den, I never expected this.

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Breeze watched as the twolegs started to go into the bar. She looked at the door, then at Jax. "How exactly how are we gonna let him know we're here?" She meowed. She flicked her tail and accidentally knocked over a tin can. "Nuts." She meow.

[Whiskey]

Whiskey lay lazily on the bar counter, knowing that there was probably something he should be doing right now. Gosh, what was it again? I don't think I was going to meet up with any fri- wait! he almost clawed himself over the ear for forgetting. Heaving himself onto his paws, the black-and-white tom weaved in between the cloth-clad legs of walking two-legs until he reached the door. "Out," he mewled loudly, trying to catch the attention of his owner. The two-leg was busy though, speaking gibberish with another two-leg. Luckily another two-leg had heard him, and opened the door so he could leave. "Thanks," Whiskey said with a grateful nod to the fleshy stranger.
Breathing in the fresh night air, the sound of metal hitting against the ground alerted the tom of the two other cats. Wait... two? Whiskey glanced over his brother companion, a cocky smirk etching its way onto his features. "Nice to see 'ya Jax," the black-and-white cat greeted as he trotted over to the two, sending the she-cat a wink, "who's your pretty little friend?"

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Breeze smiled at the tom, "Im breeze, and you're Whiskey I suppose?" She meowed polity. She had groomed her fur so she wasn't the complete mess she was when she met Jax. She glanced at the bar, it was a strange looking building. "You live here with all these twolegs?" She asked Jax's brother.

[Whiskey]

|well this is a little late.... yeah. Me and Joey/Jax's internet has been wacky lately, which is why their has been a lack of response... sorry 'bout that|

"That would be my name, glad too see you've heard of me," the amber-eyed tom mewled, raising his head proudly as he took a seat next to the two.
"Nope," he answered Breeze's question casually, tilting his head back to look at the bar entrance for a moment, "my owner just works here for a few hours a day. After he's done we head back to the apartment complex on the south side of town," he explained. It was a bit of a walk, but usually his two-leg would bring his car, or monster as most rouges and loners would call it (it had taken him awhile to learn the word from it himself, but he had a knack for understanding some basic parts of two-leg speech).

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(Umm, derp, anyways..)

Breeze cocked her head, "Oh." She then remembered what she and Jax had came for and she asked, "You have any info of the clans? I'd like to learn about them more." She glanced at Jax and nodded.

[Whiskey]

|sorry again! our computer totally failed on us and we had to buy another one :P everything should be working now, so defiantly more responses...|

"Right, you two are all interested in those clancats," Whiskey said with a sigh. He had never got why anyone would want to live in a clan-- forced to live with a whole bunch of mangy forest-dwellers, forced to fight other cats and hunt for others. It didn't make any sense to him, not when you had the choice of living the easy life of a kittypet. "Well, from what I gathered their are four clans, excluding DeathClan," the black-and-white tom started, "they're called IceClan, FireClan, TreeClan and RockClan. They're basically large groups of cats that live together in territories. They have some sort of "Warrior Code," I'm not too sure what that's all about. Hunting wise... well, I know IceClan cat's do a lot fishing, seeing as their territory includes the most access to the river. FireClanners live on a big prairie-like grassland, and TreeClanners live in a foresty area," Whiskey said, listing off the information he had gathered, "I don't know too much about RockClan. I think they live closer to the mountains, or something like that? I think someone mentioned a waterfall as well, but I'm not sure. Anyway, this is pretty much the basics, you two have any questions?"