Trash Boy and Cool Cat // P

[Quail]

Natalia I apologize for the title I have no muse



Quail had strayed farther than usual today, it was strange to see flowers and trees other than trashbins and cement. It was nice, he kinda preferred it. But he really couldn't move because his food source was from the town. An apple he had found in someone's garden rolled along in his paws. The kit sat, and bite forcefully into the apple. It tasted sour, but he liked it anyways. He smiled as he stared at the sky.

Then an unknown scent washed over the brown tom's nose, he started to panic. He rolled down a nearby hill, apple in his jaws. He fell over, and struggled to get up. The small brown and black kit just lied on the grass, he bit into his apple in case he was gonna be killed.

[Natalia]

Natalia had been wandering the plains. That wasn't anything special. What was special... Was a scent that caught her attention for some reason. She'd followed it to see a kitten. She watched the kitten with an apple in his mouth, panic and roll down a hill. She simply stared through the whole mess, not quite sure what she was seeing. He seemed to have troubles even standing up. She... She couldn't believe that even a kitten was this incompetent. She groaned, and approached.

"Do you need help getting up?" She asked, not bothering to hide the exasperation in her voice. As she looked over him, though, she was surprised. He smelled and looked suspiciously like her friend Patch, aside from the brown pelt. She had a nagging suspicion that she wasn't wrong in a certain possibility crossing her mind.

[Quail]

Quail was shocked at the sound of the stranger's face, he recklessly scrambled to his paws, dropping his apple. "U-Um, no thank you! Thank you though, ma'am! I was just p-panicking." His face turned red with embarrassment and backed up. His tail was in between his legs.

He felt the need to run away, but he was too shaken up to. He just stood shaking. He was equal to a cornered rabbit at this moment, or almost any moment, if he thought about it. His ears lowered, he hesitantly spoke. "Um, may I help you, ma'am..?"

[Natalia]

Natalia watched as the kid panicked a bit, dropping his apple as he scrambled to his paws. He seemed oddly polite, despite his slightly frazzled and startled state of being. He apparently thought he was embarrassing himself or... Something. Honestly, he was kind of a weirdo. 

She sighed. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." She said, her voice not being exactly soft... But it gentler than the vicious dagger she spoke with most of the time. "Kid, where are your parents? You seem a little young to be out on your own."

[Quail]

Quail took a deep breath and stopped shaking, his blue eyes were still wide. He shuffled his paws, and thought for a moment. "Okay... I never really met them, all I really remember from them is a stale scent. It smelled honestly really weird, but all scents are like that to me." He was about to ramble on, but he stopped himself.

He didn't know what to think of this cat, she seemed pretty nice, but she looks like she's been in many fights. He didn't want to ask. She scented like the creepy wild cats that lived by his home, like his mother. But he knew the stranger couldn't be his mother.

[Natalia]

((omfg no quail nat is not your mother XD))

Natalia couldn't shake the feeling. Though... It appeared Quail couldn't answer her questions. She was definitely going to confront Patch with this later. For now... She was kind of insulted that any kid was forced to live on twoleg scraps. Ugh.

"Why are you eating a fruit?" She asked. "Do you know how to hunt?" She asked. It wouldn't surprise her. Saffron hadn't known how to hunt before she met the brat and taught her herself. Not that she was planning to take all the brats under her wing... She just had a bit of a soft spot for them, that's all. Besides, Deathclan needed healthy brats, not dead ones.

((does pain count as an uncle? also pssst you know what happened to pain/jay?))

[Quail]

((Um, no. Also I'd count Pain as a godfather.

Quail blinked, and shrugged. "Um... No. I never learned. I do good in stealing, though, not to be arrogant. The house cats don't even notice I'm there!" He smiled, somewhat proud of himself. He didn't really care that he didn't know how to hunt, he could live the way he is. Although, he couldn't really rely too much on eating trash, that could probably kill him...

He decided to change the subject, "Um, are you one of those cre- Cats from over there?" He asked gently, pointing his tail in Deathclan's direction. He didn't want to offend her by calling her creepy.

[Natalia]

Natalia sighed. Regardless of who she thought this kid was, she didn't really want to see any kid stuck with stealing likely toxic twoleg scraps for food. She thought the pride was misguided. Honestly, she wasn't sure this kid even knew the thrill of a hunt and the taste of actual prey. That disgusting stuff that twolegs through away was disgusting.

Then she turned her head to see where Quail was pointing. "... Yes. Not all of us are creeps, though." She said, having guessed what Quail meant. She sighed. "... You know, it wouldn't hurt to learn how to hunt."