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Post by Stormsong on Nov 26, 2016 11:49:14 GMT -6
It was the day after that Stormsong had been separated from Frostedsky. He hadn't even tried to leave twolegplace, returning to Fireclan, where he'd surely find her again. But he... He wasn't sure he wanted to go back. He was wandering along the hard, unfamiliar ground, a blank expression on his face.
Between everything, he wasn't sure he even wanted to try and deal with it. It was much too hard. Maybe he'd be forgotten... That'd be okay. He was fine with that.
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Post by Fircone on Nov 26, 2016 15:15:00 GMT -6
Fircone had never been to this area before. He had been wandering further and further from his makeshift "camp" lately, which, in retrospect, probably wasn't the safest thing to do since he was still a young kit. Carefully, the tortie tom walked along the ridgepole of a house, slowing to a halt when he spotted a white tom on the ground. Curious, Fircone made his way down the side of the house, stopping at a low windowsill. The tom was much older than him and seemed to be fairly fit, which was unusual for a kittypet. "Hello mister!" Fircone called down, not wanting to get onto the ground incase the stranger was dangerous, "you don't look like a kittypet!"
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Post by Stormsong on Nov 26, 2016 19:20:42 GMT -6
Stormsong blinked as he looked up to see a much smaller cat was standing on some sort of ledge built into the side of the twoleg den. He was still confused, what with the strange scents of twolegplace, so he wouldn't be able to tell you anything about the strange cat.
"Um... That's because I'm not." He replied quietly. He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd never met a cat who wasn't a clanner before. Well, there's a first for everything, right? Regardless, he wasn't sure what to make of him. He seemed friendly, but the higher ground was making the Fireclanner a bit nervous.
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Post by Fircone on Nov 28, 2016 0:03:46 GMT -6
Fircone blinked, gripping tightly to the windowsill with his six-toed-paws. The tiny tom-kit bit his lip, wondering if it was safe for him to descend to the ground. Well, if he tries to attack or anything I can just round. It doesn't look like he knows this place all that well... I'm sure I'll be fine. Taking a deep breath, Fircone leaped down from the windowsill and padded closer to the older tom. "That's a little strange. I've never seen another non-kittypet in the nofur place before. I'm not here that often though, do you live around here?" the tortie tipped his head to the side.
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Post by Stormsong on Nov 28, 2016 6:29:16 GMT -6
Stormsong watches as the tom-kit hesitates, before leaping to the ground. "Huh? Nofur? Do you mean twolegs?" He figured they were really the only ones who matched the description. "But um... I guess I was planning to visit... But I'm not sure I want to go back." He replied vaguely, not really sure how much he wants to talk about it.
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Post by Fircone on Nov 29, 2016 3:06:13 GMT -6
Fircone nodded. "I think so? The big squishy-looking things that ride inside the big shiny... thingies? I'm pretty sure we're talking about the same thing. Lots of cats around here call them "housefolk" though," the tortie tipped his head to the side, wondering where this cat had come from now that he was closer and could better pick up his scent. He had a rather distinct smell, not the cocktail of scents that surrounded a rouge. Maybe he's one of those weird cats that live in the nofur barn, he thought. The scent didn't quite match up, but it seemed close. "I'm Fircone, by the way, it's nice to meet you!" his ears tips twitched a bit, and he shuffled his paws, "I don't come here that often, but, well, I know the sort of general layout of the area--enough to keep me from getting lost--so, if you'd like I mean, I could show you around maybe?" He felt a little embarrassed about asking, but the tom-kit was curious about where the stranger came from, and why it was he didn't want to return.
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Post by Stormsong on Nov 30, 2016 6:12:46 GMT -6
Stormsong was reasonably sure they were talking about the same creatures. What other strange creatures were swallowed up by monsters? Though, according to the tom-kit, they were riding in them.
"Oh. It's nice to meet you. I'm Storm-" He paused. "Storm. Just Storm." He replied. "Oh. I see. Oh! Yeah, that'd be nice." He replied with a slightly hesitant nod. He didn't know the area at all and he'd rather not get lost. Or get cornered by something. Didn't some twolegs have dogs? A dog would tear him apart, easily. He'd... Never been in a real fight before, so he didn't exactly want his first experience to be with a huge dangerous dog.
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Post by Fircone on Dec 4, 2016 14:16:15 GMT -6
"Well, it's nice to meet you Storm," the tortie mewed with a bright smile, "come on, we should go the junkyard first, I think. I've heard some of the locals talk about there being rats there, but it's also a pretty good place to scavenge. I found a weird nofur thingy last moon that worked nice for bedding," the tom-kit mapped out the route to the junkyard in his head. "Anyway, do you live out in the plains? I don't think I've seen you around the canyon before, but I've just moved there. Used to live out in the plains, but not really in the main part of it--I was out in the part near DeathClan. There doesn't really seem to be many cats there though."
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Post by Stormsong on Dec 5, 2016 6:09:03 GMT -6
Stormsong smiled shyly in return and listened to Fircone's explanations. Apparently the Junkyard was dangerous, yet useful...? He'd heard of rats, that they were nasty but edible. Apparently. Then Fircone asked more questions. He flattened his ears. He should think of something... "Um... Yeah. I do." His scent didn't match up with his story, but apparently this kit was too young to realize what his conflicting scent meant. He supposed he should be grateful for that.
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Post by Fircone on Dec 8, 2016 1:35:35 GMT -6
Fircone grinned, "that's nice, I liked living out there, probably 'cause there was a lot of field mouses and those are pretty easy to catch. We had to move though--too many big birds and not enough cover. Plus if you set up camp too close to the nofur dens there's a chance you could run into dogs. If I never see a dog again in my whole life I'll be happy, they're terrifying!" the kit lead Stormsong, or his head Storm, through the junkyard. There was a path that lead directly through the center of it, the one used by the nofurs, but Fircone strayed away from it, not wanting to risk being seen. Instead, he gestured with his tail for Stormsong to follow him towards a pile of nofur junk. "Follow me, we'll want to stay off the main path since it's still daylight," he hopped up onto mushy cardboard box, "there's one of those, um, thingies that the nofur's ride around in a little ways over there. Except it doesn't got any of the black paws and I've never seen it move before. I think it might be dead? It doesn't seem to be decaying though--I even saw a cat sleeping in there one time! Anyway, once you get to it there's another trail that we can follow that's more discreet and leads to a more hidden exit."
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Post by Stormsong on Dec 8, 2016 6:09:37 GMT -6
.... Apparently the plains were rather different from his home on the prairie. Stormsong had always had a rabbit to eat, not having to worry too much about large birds that could kill a cat. Yes, there were hawks and such... But usually they weren't that big of a problem. Plus, they were far from twolegplaces. At least, far enough for dogs to be a rarity. Though, the idea of dogs was a little jarring. Where they were now, there was a chance for dogs to come attack them. He flattened his ears and smiled nervously. "I've never seen a dog, period. They don't sound like an experience I want, though."
He followed Fircone onto a strange path that lead to a pile of strange assorted twoleg things that smelled funny. He scrunched up his nose and he inhaled deeply. Then he sprang after the tom-kit, following his lead. He landed on something more sturdy besides Fircone. He didn't think that flimsy thing Fircone was standing on would support them both. He frowned at the monster over there. "Oh... I see. Er, it's called a monster, by the way." He explained. It was still rather unsettling to look at, even if it was dead.
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