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Post by Dove on Jan 23, 2016 0:21:25 GMT -6
Natalia only. The swamps were somewhere that the silver tabby did not explore in such a long time. Weird how a territory can be so large, but yet so small at the same time. Dove knew to avoid the bogs, hating the feeling of muck dragging herself down into the earth. It was a struggling to clean oneself up after accidentally slipping in; she once saved an ignorant youngling back then. Dumb creature.
A shame it was, seeing all of the stuff in the muck. Things that were practically going to be there until something or someone saved it. Like the leaves just dying out there. Or the boulders that created a bridge from one side to the other. One slip, and that was the end.
A frog croaked, and as much as she wanted to go play with it, it was too far into the swamp to reach. The tabby shook her head and then turned around to bump into a firey pelted stranger.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed in apologies.
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Post by Natalia on Jan 23, 2016 13:36:18 GMT -6
Natalia liked the swamp.
Sure it was rather dreary and not exactly the greatest place to be... But it seemed generally cats didn't enjoy it all that much. Which meant Natalia could go in there and most likely any cats that were there, were a lower number than in a different area. It was quite nice. Of course, she'd managed to bump into someone anyways.
She hissed as some cat bumped into her. She didn't snap, but gave a sour look at the offender who instantly apologized. It was definitely a Deathclanner by the scent, and the fact loners didn't exactly wander into Deathclan's claimed lands.
Natalia wasn't sure who this silvery tabby was and she didn't really care. Considering how she seemed to have some compassion, she'd probably try and strike up conversation. Then, when she was done, Natalia could leave with a simple acquaintance. Nothing more. Nothing less. After all, meaningful relationships weren't even in Natalia's vocabulary, her thinking of them as a huge waste of time.
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Post by Dove on Jan 26, 2016 22:31:15 GMT -6
Dove knew that the cat would react in such a way - irritated, but she was a bit confused as to why the stranger did not attempt to make a scene out of it. "Did I hurt you in any way? I once knew a cat who bled from within from running into a tree."
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Post by Natalia on Jan 27, 2016 12:26:52 GMT -6
Natalia looked at the offending tabby, trying to discern her motives.
Cats weren't really this nice. Unless they were stupid. That must be it. This cat was certainly naive and unaware of the world's workings. That was the only explanation. She folded her ears back. "No." She growled quietly, wanting as little contact with this cat as possible. She didn't want to simply run away, but she didn't want to hold a formal conversation either.
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