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Post by Llamafuzz on May 25, 2014 22:38:50 GMT -6
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So he'd finally finally been shown the burnt out building Ragabash had seemed so proud of. Well fair enough, it was a nice place. He'd already made himself quite comfortable, and even had his own private area hollowed out for a nest. Since he wasn't considered part of any faction in the tribe, he was comfortable drifting between all three before he had loyalties to decide. It was only Ragabash that he need follow.
The calico male yawned, stretching forward his shoulders stiffly. "Home sweet home, I guess," he murmured fondly, looking around the inside of the first floor.
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Stryke
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Post by Stryke on May 25, 2014 22:48:31 GMT -6
Stryke had just entered the barn, returning from a brief scan of the area surrounding the building. As he entered, he wove his way around rubbish and such leftover from whatever had inhabited the place before. Focusing on avoiding a large piece of metal, he nearly ran straight into another cat, who seemed to have made his nest here. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," he said, looking down at the calico patterned tom.
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Post by Thusula on May 25, 2014 22:52:04 GMT -6
The scottish fold wandered around the territory, trying to avoid the encounters of the newcomers that Ragabash was quite so fond of. Nothing was going to become the same as before, but then again, the tom hardly knew about life before since he was born once the merging first started. He had decided that it was best to go into the farmhouse that he called to be the greatest place of all. Must have been the reason why so many decided to join the tribe.
As he entered the retired building, he stopped by the presence of a calico that - what was he even doing? It was like if this newcomer was a kit looking for a mouse to play with, searching around the room for something. He coughed once to let the tom know that he was not alone. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, dipping his head to the tom as much as he despised that. He did see this tom in particular become one of his leader's favorites after all, so there must have been something very valuable in this dappled creature.
There was another tabby in the room too, and just for simplicity's sake, he decided to acknowledge the other stranger too with a flick of his tail.
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Post by Llamafuzz on May 25, 2014 22:56:20 GMT -6
Aslan was irritated, though his face remained blank. Standing, so as to avoid another mistake on the stranger's part, the tom shook out his fur. "No, you certainly didn't," he agreed with a sigh, which soon turned to a smile. "Well, that was quite an entrance."
Sitting down, the calico wrapped his tail around his paws and nodded in greeting. "Who might you be?" Before the brown stranger could reply however, there was another feline interrupting. This was tiring, Aslan couldn't deal with such interactions all the time. Leave such things to Ragabash. Sheesh.
"Enjoyment is overrated, and being flattened isn't really my idea of amusing anyway. Though, thank you for caring." he purred as he eyed the tom, eyes narrowing in the slightest. Oh this tom was.....How interesting.
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Stryke
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Post by Stryke on May 25, 2014 23:01:54 GMT -6
Stryke dipped his head to the calico, and replied. "My name is Stryke." Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, the voice of a newcomer interrupted. He noticed that this cat was primarily addressing the other tom, and only acknowledged him with a flick of his tail. As this was the case, Stryke simply sat back, waiting for any other exchange of words that could result from the exchange.
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Post by Thusula on May 25, 2014 23:16:08 GMT -6
Thusula blinked, hearing the words that the calico said. It was as if he did not have the time to relax and seize the moment. Okay, the newcomer was weird by his speech, but there was a purr, so the scottish fold loosened up a bit. They were cats after all, and Thusula felt a bit awkward interrupting the interaction of the one named Stryke and the unknown stranger. In this case, he was the one who was trespassing - even though the farmhouse was originally for those of his kind.
"I'm Thusula, and it's always an honor to meet the souls who have decided to venture away from their homes to enter the world of the tribe, so welcome Stryke and " he stopped, not knowing the other cat's name.
"Well, anyways, just watch out for the kits then. They will try to be around you as much as possible." he advised, hinting back to the calico's remark.
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Post by Llamafuzz on May 25, 2014 23:19:51 GMT -6
Aslan gave the smallest of bemused smiles, tilting his head in acceptance of Stryke's name. "Interesting enough, and not brash enough to condemn you to it. I've heard worse," he gave the back-handed compliment fairly enough with a swish of his tail.
The other tom though, Thusula, was a far more interesting specimen. Not to say that Stryke didn't have his points, but Thusula was complex enough to interest Aslan. He enjoyed being interested more than anything else. Curse his own personality for being picky.
"Aslan," he chuckled as Thusula attempted making awkward introductions. "Feel free to call me Azz, I can live with anything." Names weren't as important to him as to other cats.
At the mention of kits, the tom sighed. He didn't want to be crushing anything. "True, perhaps I'll do better sleeping outside."
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