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Post by Natalia on Jan 27, 2016 16:26:51 GMT -6
WickerNatalia was hanging around the plains.
She used to live in the area, specifically the meadow, before joining up with Deathclan. She'd been running into cats when she'd spend time in the territory lately... She decided to return to her old paths back in the plains, where she managed to successfully avoid interactions for the most part. Conversations between herself and other cats being far and few in between.
Of course, as fate would have it... Social interaction seemed to not want to release its clawhold on her. It would plague her every step.
Of course, she wasn't all that aware of this fact, laying down on her side, trying to gain some rest during peace and quiet. Unaware, that there was another cat nearby.
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Post by Wicker on Jan 29, 2016 17:18:11 GMT -6
 Nightmares are dreams too... A small rustle could be heard from the tom whom had been out hunting. His fur was warm, a purr rasped gently from his throat as he padded quite aimlessly in the warm leaf-bare evening. He had ended up in a rather familiar setting, the plains, where he had spend a very large portion of his kithood. A smile was on the large tom's muzzle as he took in the air... A sent passed over his nose. Curiously, the maine coon tortoiseshell bounded in the direction of the scent, picking it up as unfamiliar. He shrugged to himself as he gazed at a silky feline whom had been basking in the warmth the sun had gifted them. Wicker opened his jaws, a cool, melodic greeting rasped as he dared to stalk forward to meet this new face.
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Post by Natalia on Jan 29, 2016 19:27:48 GMT -6
((Um... I can't tell all the way... But I'm going to assume that Wicker said some sort of hello.))
Natalia stiffened, hearing some cat... Greet her.
She swiftly rolled over and stood up straight, her posture being stiff. She regarded the stranger who had greeted her with a wary gaze. Evident in her body language. She was far from relaxed, spooked by her inability to sense his approach. It had unnerved her for sure, he seemed calm thus far and she didn't like that. A hiss came from her own mouth. No words of communication attached, simply a noise of hostility.
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Post by Wicker on Jan 31, 2016 13:25:26 GMT -6
Nightmares are dreams too... Wicker took a calm stance, not letting his surprise shine through as the she-cat hissed in a hostile tone. "Hmm.. It seems I startled you? Forgive me," he purred calmly. His guard was down, showing he was in no interest to start a fight.
//Short, sorry/
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Post by Natalia on Feb 6, 2016 20:54:43 GMT -6
Natalia's stance did not relax.
She shifted her paws into a more stable position, her initial reaction lacking proper form. Panic did tend to leave cats in messy places, didn't it? Fortunately, she had the sense to correct herself upon calming. The tom who had startled her seemed to be completely relaxed around her. To be honest, she could not understand it. He seemed to be hoping to be friendly with her... Tch. "And forgive me, if I don't." She snapped back, sarcasm slipping through the cracks in the former half of her reply.
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