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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 8:29:04 GMT -6
Ember was one of the newer members of the tribe, an Ex-Loner. So far he hadn't really talked to many cats, and that's what he hoped to accomplish today. The orange tom was outside of the barn house, enjoying the soft breezes and the noon sunlight. I hope every day is like this. It's so nice here.
Thinking there would be more cats inside the barn structure, the feline turned around and slowly walked into the den. Many scents hit him all at once; most of them cat scents. Ember put on a polite smile incase anyone had spotted him. Padding over to the back of the building, he sat down and began to clean his claws.
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Post by Duckkit on May 26, 2014 11:13:59 GMT -6
Sarai had returned from a hunting trip not long ago. It had been a good day, and she was rather pleased with herself-- despite the influx of loner-born cats, not much prey was being frightened away, and her favorite hunting spots were still as populated as ever. She'd brought back a plump mouse and two partridges, eating a skinny sparrow on the way.
She had just put down her catch when she spotted yet another new face. Not a hunter, for sure, because she knew a fellow hunter when she saw one, but he had to be loner-born.
"Oi. Haven't seen you around before," she called, padding over to where he sat in the back of the building. "I'm Sarai of the Goldfinch. Are you loner-born? What's your rank?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 12:49:55 GMT -6
Ember stopped cleaning his claws and looked up as he heard a voice. It came from a beautiful ginger tabby she-cat. He dipped his head politely. "Yes, I am loner-born. I have yet to meet anyone in this tribe. This custom to life seems way nicer than living on your own." He meowed, and looked back up to meet her gaze.
"Mine name's Ember. Nice to meet you, Sarai of the Goldfinch. I'm a guardian." He continued. Sniffing the air, he caught a whiff of prey and outdoor-scent coming off of the she-cat's pelt. "I'm guessing you're a hunter?" Ember asked nervously, and quickly regretted asking. What if he was wrong? What if she was a shaman? The worrier stiffened and looked down at his paws.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 16:17:49 GMT -6
"Uh.... hi." Winter didn't usually talk or interact with others, but today she would give it a shot. The white she-cat didn't talk because first of all, every cat she would talk to would just give her a confused look, and second of all Winter just didn't like being social. Winter saw two cats: a brilliant orange tabby tom (I think) and a beautiful ginger tabby she-cat. Winter flicked her black tail nervously, not knowing if she was to say something else or do something.....
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