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Post by Ginger on May 19, 2016 17:55:30 GMT -6
Ginger was slowly carefully trying to balance along the white picket fence around her pink house. she noticed a orange tom kit next door her pink collars white bell jingled and clinked as she balanced over to the fence "hi there!" she smiled Thomas |
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Post by Thomas on May 19, 2016 18:48:32 GMT -6
Thomas was spending some time in his own backyard.
Mostly curling up on the soft grassy ground and soaking up some sun. Then he heard someone call out to him. He lifted his head to look for the speaker. It was a ginger tabby, though her ginger fur was several shades lighter than his dark russet pelt.
He didn't make much of an expression as he returned the greeting. "Hello."
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Post by Ginger on May 20, 2016 4:42:20 GMT -6
She smiled broadly" nice day hu?"
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Post by Thomas on May 20, 2016 4:53:10 GMT -6
Thomas thought this other cat seemed a bit...
Happy. Cheery. Friendly...? He was aware cats owned by twolegs were often like that, but generally it still caught him off guard a bit.
"Yeah." He responded. Then he realized he hadn't given his name. That was the polite thing to do, right? Give your name? "My name is Thomas."
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Post by Ginger on May 20, 2016 5:08:41 GMT -6
"I'm ginger!" she purred. tis cat seemed a little un easy she thought to herself observing him with her big blue eyes.
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Post by Thomas on May 20, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -6
Thomas thought the name was a bit on the nose.
The way Ginger was staring at him was freaking him out a bit. "Um... You're being creepy." He stated bluntly.
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Post by Ginger on May 20, 2016 14:20:51 GMT -6
Gingers pretty little face turned red "oh s-sorry" she said rather awkwardly "its just not many cats have been here lately a-and especially not next door. I have just been spending a lot of time with my mom and all" she stammered. ugh ginger you're such a screw up now he'll never be your friend. "heh-heh... er say when did you arrive here?" she said in a quick attempt to change the subject.
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Post by Thomas on May 20, 2016 16:17:29 GMT -6
Thomas's ears unconsciously folded back.
"Your... Mom...?" He responded quietly, before realizing she'd asked a question. "Oh. I've been around... For a little while." Thomas had been around for maybe a moon or two. It wasn't the longest period of time. Regardless, he didn't know that kittypets kept in touch with their family. It admittedly made him jealous.
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Post by Ginger on May 20, 2016 19:01:04 GMT -6
Her ears pricked up at her remark " oh I don't know about my realm mon. I call my house folk that because she takes care of me and loves me" she purred. She paused "I was bred for my body coat and heart shaped speckles. I don't think my parents even thought twice about me" she mewed sadly.
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 7:41:31 GMT -6
Thomas blinked.
"Oh." He had never thought of his housefolk as real and proper family. He'd had one once. They all turned out to be horrible cats. So... He didn't really think of his housefolk as family. They were better than family.
"Bred...?" He asked, a nervous tone edging his voice. "I wasn't.... I wasn't bred." He sighed. He contemplated whether to reveal the fact that he was what most house cats called strays, he believed. He thought about it.
"I was born in the wild."
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Post by Ginger on May 21, 2016 11:02:40 GMT -6
Gingers clean fur stood on end "the wild?" Ginger dreamed of exploring the wild or having any adventures really. Although she loved her home she could rarely leave. But what she did know was in about a see moma would be going on a trip where she couldn't bring Ginger. Another housefolk would come twice to feed her but she could freely explore for a whole 2 weeks.
Her big eyes widened in excitement" did you go on any adventures? Can you tell me about them?" She asked.
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 14:18:29 GMT -6
Thomas almost swore he saw sparkles in Ginger's eyes.
She practically was lit up like the moon at night. He figured she probably didn't get out much. He couldn't really imagine that sort of confinement. Yes, he was being taken care of by twolegs... But he still had some degree of freedom.
"Not really. I was still a little kid when I lived in the wild." He stopped. There was a short period of time... When he'd been on his own. "When you live in the wild, you kinda want to avoid adventure. It's dangerous."
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Post by Ginger on May 21, 2016 15:53:31 GMT -6
"i bet you did" she chuckled embarasedly. wow what a dumb question for me to ask. She knew this question was dumb too but she was curious "I've asked you a lot of questions anything you want to ask me?"
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 16:12:15 GMT -6
Thomas nodded silently.
He cocked his head. "A question...?" He asked, thinking briefly afterwards it was likely a bit rhetorical. Quickly, he thought of a question to ask. "Ah... Why did you ask about the wild? Have you never been in there?" He asked. He didn't know a whole lot about how most cats came into twoleg homes.
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Post by Ginger on May 21, 2016 16:14:54 GMT -6
"nope Can't leave this yard I wouldn't want too run into any deathclaner's anyway" she sighed "i can't fight.... so..."
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