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Post by Stormsong on Jan 2, 2017 17:25:25 GMT -6
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Stormsong was perfectly fine with this whole, live away from Fireclan thing, despite being completely raised in the clans. He was currently taking shelter from the rain inside a dead monster on a trash heap, that he'd been shown by a cat who was familiar with the area. Sure, it smelled like crazy and he missed the camp's natural aroma, and he missed his family so much that it felt vaguely like he was tearing out his heart and stomping on it every second he stayed in twolegplace.... But really. They would be fine without him. He was fine here.
Everything was fine.
It was just raining on his face. He wasn't crying. Yes, he had shelter but it wasn't impossible for the rain to leak through the very solid metal and only his face, in the exact pattern a tear would travel. A hypothetical tear.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 17:36:24 GMT -6
Even though it was raining, Wren found herself outside of her two-legs' home and bouncing within the puddles that had somehow formed on the concrete. Bright green eyes seemed utterly happy, despite the restricting god-darned collar that was around her neck. Stupid two-legs. How dare they keep an outdoors cat confined? Wren loved being outside. Especially in the rain.
The stench of an unknown cat wafted into her nose, causing her internal instincts to go haywire and want to immediately accost the stranger. Feeling irritated, she turned around and glared furiously around her body. The twenty moon old she-cat's eyes landed on a nearby trash heap, narrowing in disgust as she focused in on the slightly stronger scent. Crawling easily over the mess, Wren's eyes landed on a dead monster.
The scent was getting stronger, and the unknown cat's weird smell was getting to her. She hopped on top of the metal, testing her weight on the broken glass of the windshield. Sharp eyes scanned the monster in increasing annoyance, before they landed on a white form that was pretty clear against dirty padding.
"What the hell are you doing in two-leg place, stranger?" her voice came out as cold as ice, and as sharp as breaking glass.
Stormsong
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Post by Stormsong on Jan 2, 2017 18:13:19 GMT -6
Stormsong stiffened and wiped away his tears, looking up. Beyond the broken, transparent wall was a rather irate tortoiseshell. A collared, tortoiseshell. So it was a kittypet who seemed rather angry. Honestly, it moreso fit the image he had of rogues. As a general point, the image the clans formed of outclanners were that kittypets were lazy and cowardly, loners were anti-social, and rogues were untrusting and hostile. Clearly, this was not the case.
He didn't know quite how to respond. He wasn't really doing anything in particular in twolegplace. "I-I, I mean, I'm just...." He scrambled to find words that probably wouldn't anger the kittypet further. "I'm just around I guess?" He didn't really like how the uncertainty in his voice sounded. Lately, he felt like his every moment was spent being suffocated by his own doubt and anxiety. Never a moment of peace, as his insecurities constantly plagued him.
He remembered when things had been simpler... Back when he'd been simply a kid along with his siblings. They hadn't a care in the world, any problems they'd had were superficial and easily soothed by the promises of his parents. Never had they worried about such complex concepts such as... Leaving everything you knew. It had never ever crossed his mind until recent times...
How did things change so fast...?
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