Expl(o)ring and Making a Home

[Pond]

Pond stretched in her makeshift den. I'll make a pernament home today, the white and silver she-cat thought. Padding around the clearing, she paused in front of the big, old, ivy-covored tree in the middle of the clearing she had decided to make a home in. The white and silver she-cat had already confermed that no other cat had been there in a long, long, time, if ever. She had also confermed that the big oak tree was hollow and had a few, small holes farther up, to let in air and shafts of sunlight. It also felt like there were a few hollow branches.

Pond began to feel a little bit better, but she was still a long, long way from even being able to force out even a slight smile. Pond rubbed around the trunk until she found exactaly what she was looking for: a little hole most big cats couldn't sqeeeze into, well hidden by ivy. The white and silver tabby entered. Pond felt better. The hollow tree was big enough for a couple of nests. Pond sniffed around, and examened the place. This'll be my new home,  Pond thought. No place in the hollow were there cat sents, and even better, no twoleg sents. There was just stale rabbit sent with a couple recent trails of them, and prey scent. She walked around in the long grass that was bathed in sunlight and looked up to see a big hole in the tree. Mabe those... Woodpeckers Mama talked about made that, Pond thought wistfully. If only she were here now. The white and silver she-cat sniffed around and went all the way around the big oak then into the hollow, and out of the tree.

She bounded out of the hollow and into the very small forest in search of moss. Pond came accross a stream and sighed sadly. Mama would take me to the stream to collect moss sometimes, she thought. Feeling as misrable as ever, Pond slowly gathered dry bundles of moss. Then a twig broke behind her and the bushes rustled. Pond sniffed the air. Definitely cat, she thought. Pond raised her head. "Who is it?" she asked half-heartedly, in a sad tone.

[Jax]

Jax wandered through the woods absentmindedly, his large paws barley making a sound. It had been awhile since he had seen anyone. Breeze had probably found other friends that could provide an actual conversation, Rowan and Regal were off... somewhere, the large tabby doubted they had stayed in the town he had last seen them in.
There is always Whiskey, he thought, not noticing as a mouse rushed away from him. He did care for his brother, but staying in the town with all the two-legs and cars was uncomfortable for Jax. There was too much danger, and nowhere comfortable to sleep, unless he took up the offer of sleeping inside his brother's den, which was highly unlikely to ever happen. Just looking at a two-leg den made him nervous.

The big tom was shaken from his thoughts, though, as the sound of rushing water hit his ears. He headed for the sound, deciding that some fishing might ease his loneliness. He hadn't expected so see a young cat near the stream.
It seemed she had heard him approach, as she raised her head in his direction. Her tone was downcast and made the tom's heart ache.
One of such youth shouldn't be so sad, he thought, his dark green eyes softening. Of course, he wasn't that old, maybe a few years, but he assumed he was older than the she-cat in front of him. Padding forward, he hoped he wouldn't scare her off. After all, he didn't have the most... inviting looks. He was big, bigger than most small dogs and only a little under half the size of a large dog, with a thick scar on his shoulder that was probably covered up by his long pelt (which most likely only added to his seize).
"Jax," he answered her question simply, dipping his head in a polite greeting.

[Pond]

Pond turned, and looked up at Jax. "I'm Pond." the four moon old-silver-and-white-she-kit said.

(Not enough muse to go around my accounts)

[Jax]

i feel ya :3

    "It's nice to meet you, Pond," the large tabby replied gently, his gaze trailing to the stream for a moment. It didn't look like there would be much fish in the trickle of water. I hope the worst of green-leaf's heat has already past, Jax thought, remembering that it had been almost unbearably hot in certain area's earlier on in the season. Thankfully it had cooled down. The big tabby enjoyed warmth, but his thick pelt could only take so much of it before it became uncomfortable. After a few heartbeats of staring at the stream, Jax looked at the she-cat through the corner of his eye, a question dancing the olive-green depths.     
    "You sounded a little sad earlier," he commented gently. It wasn't a direct question of course, if Pond did not wish to confide in him, a stranger, he wasn't going to pester her into doing so. If she wanted to tell him what was on her mind, he would be more than happy to listen. And he knew, from firsthand experience, that talking about what made you sad sometimes helped you grieve. He had only wished he had someone who he could have confided in when he had needed it.