Flowers burned to Ash

[Dahlia]

Ashtail

What a strange and scary place this was. Dahlia had always thought some of the gardens in twolegplace unruly in their own right, yet that was merely organised chaos. This...this was wild. Untamed. Free. It was terrifyingly alluring and she wanted nothing to do with it whilst also wanting to linger as long as she possibly could. The young feline wasn't sure what it was about this place, so free and unpredictable, yet she both hated and loved it all at once. She didn't doubt for a second she'd come back here some day, yet she also knew there would be no hurry, and she would not stay long. It wasn't safe here, that much was for sure.

Dahlia had woken up that morning to the sunlight streaming through the window onto her cushioned bed. She'd yawned and stretched, drawing herself from the deep comfort of sleep to pad across the fuzzy carpet toward the kitchen. The carpet had converted into cold tiles as she'd walked, soothing her paws yet also icing them at the merest touch. She'd lapped up some milk and delicately eaten half her breakfast before trotting happily out into the well kept garden. She'd sat upon the porch, grooming her soft tabby pelt until not a single hair was out of place and she looked as sleek as she did whenever her housefolk groomed her. She'd always prided herself on her appearance, yet today it was a trivial matter she indulged in out of habit. Today she'd felt energised, and the need to explore.

With a spring in her step, Dahlia had slipped through a loose board in the fence rather than jumping over it needlessly, and padded along the twoleg walking path alongside the thunderpath. She wasn't sure where she was going, but as she went the properties began to get bigger until she reached a place that belonged to a friend of Alya's. Smiling happily, and knowing these housefolk simply adored her, Dahlia had squeezed through the bars of their gate and trotted happily across their lawn. Yet something about the fence looming at the back of their property had drawn her attention, and she'd approached it somewhat warily before springing up to perch atop of it. She'd gazed down at the strange and wild land beyond it, before something odd had compelled her to leap down and explore.

And now here she was, the fence just out of sight yet in a direct line behind her. And, now, she realised something for the first time. She wasn't alone. Yet when she turns toward what feels like a gaze steering into her soft pelt, she finds herself to be without any company. Frowning, the young feline shrugs, having only looked behind her rather than anywhere else. Curiosity yet to be sated, Dahlia moves further into the strange land she'd happened upon.

(Not far from twolegplace, yet still technically in Deathclan, so I decided to post it in this board.)

[Ashtail]

Ash

    Ash was first back at her den, the den she had made when we was very young by the edge of the territory. She was just placing a mouse she caught really early in the morning in the corner for her to eat later. Her ears twitched as she left the den and looked around, seeing nothing interesting. 
    Ash game a yawn before stretching her legs out as she started to walk even closer to the border. She figured that no DeathClan cats would be there, so she can try to find more prey. After a long walk, she realized she was close, and could almost smell the tang of the twoleg place, about to turn around back toward her territory.
    What caught her attention was the slightest hint of feline, then deciding to continue forward to figure out who carried the scent.

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[Dahlia]

It was surely about time to go home now. Her family would get worried, and Alya's friend would only be able to tell her that Dahlia had disappeared over the fence a while back and had yet to return. Oh, Alya would be terrified for her. She'd probably come out here looking for her, terribly upset no doubt. Dahlia can't help but feel an edge of guilt at the very idea of upsetting her housefolk. She'd never been that selfish before, had she? Surely not. Flicking her tail slightly, the young feline decides to turn back, knowing it would be best not to risk upsetting her housefolk. Besides, they might decide to shut her in, and her new feline friends would also get terribly worried if they never saw her again, even if just for a short passage of time. Flicking her ears slightly, she reluctantly turns away from the beautifully untamed forest, casting one more sweeping gaze around her, before freezing.

All thoughts of heading home flee her mind at the sight of a much bigger grey feline that looks like she could probably tear her throat out in seconds, even if she doesn't happen to be carrying an overly vicious look at this current moment. Refraining a shudder, Dahlia peers cautiously at the other feline, noting her rather obvious lack of collar and the tough look about her that allowed her to fit in so perfectly. Tail twitching slightly, Dahlia prowls a little closer before ducking behind a tree trunk, surprising even herself with the lack of nose she makes. Holding her breath rather involuntarily, the young housecat watches the approach of this other feline, feeling more out of place than a fish might flying in the sky. It was clear this soft well kept feline didn't belong here at all. Hopefully, this cat will pass and not notice her.

[Ashtail]

Ash

    Ash huffed, Must be some house cat.. he said to herself. The tabby followed the scent toward a certain area, eliminating other areas from lack of a strong scent. The tabby followed herself toward a tree trunk, and she had the feeling that the feline had to be there, "Hello?" she mewed, forcing a calm voice.

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[Dahlia]

Dahlia has deducespd by now that this cat is female, and doesn't smell like any house at she'd ever met. Not even like Rags, the foreign housecat, nor like Melony, the abandoned housecat. She watches as the other cat seemingly starts tracking her, realising just how good a tracker she is. Dahlia had tracked before, through twolegplace of course. She had developed a strong sense of smell thanks to learning how to rptrack ipamongst so many strong and even acrid scents. Here the air was cleaner, and she could catch the scent of the other feline clearly, even without the wind completely in her favour. Her ears twitch slightly, realising she can't here a sound from the other's paws.

Finally the other reaches her tree, and speaks in a calm voice. Dahlia twitches her ears forward and eyes the other warily, trying to pick up any hint of a threat. None that she can tell. The other cat looks a little scary, and she feels a dash of trepidation run along her spine. 'Dont judge by looks' she reminds herself, remembering just how friendly some scary looking things could be. Ears pricking forward, she ducks around the trunk and offers the other a hesitant smile. "Hello, I'm Dahlia. Do you live nearby?" She asks, nodding back toward twolegplace before returning her attention to the other and tilting her head slightly to one side.

[Ashtail]

Ash

    Ash blinked a few times waiting. She looked at the feline, her ears twitching a bit to detect any other sounds. As the other cat ducked a bit away, she sat down slowly. "I'm Ash. And yes, I do live nearby," she said simply. Even though the other cat did indicate something about the twolegplace, she decided saying she was specifically from somewhere else could cause something wrong.

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