F&F [P]

[Falcon]

Finnick

Falcon was out on his own again, this time just relaxing instead of hunting or hiding. He was bored and felt sort of alone, as Cocoa and Natalia haven't seen him for an while - he was sure Natalia didn't like him, and Cocoa was just... quiet.

He padded along, his paws absorbing any sound he made on the soft grass. He turned head to the side as a scent billowed from that direction... It was another cat, a tom cat.

He sat back on his haunches and blinked curiously. "Hello." He meowed, his soft, colour patched fur fluffing up in a sort of excitement as he watched the cat. 

[Finnick]

The plains, to Finnick, were just so utterly... plain. No rivers running through it, no lakes, not even a hint of water; and anywhere without a hint of water, Finnick instantly deemed worthless. 

So why was he walking through it? 

He didn't know.

He sighed and was right about to turn around, to head back to the farmhouse behind which he made a makeshift den, when he heard a voice. He turned, dropping his eyelids slightly as he did every time he conversed with another cat, and replied in a purred voice,

"Hello." 

[Falcon]

Falcon looked at this tom with curious sky blue eyes. "What's your name?" He asked, fur smoothing down. Falcon didn't know this cat.
He wondered how old this cat was...

Falcon tiled his head slightly. "I'm Falcon. How old are you?"

(so so so sorry for late reply)

[Finnick]

so so sorry for the lateness! i've lost muse (


"Finnick," he meowed blankly as he sat down, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, his tail wrapped around his paws. "Lovely to meet you, Falcon."

The name was nice for him to say, rolling straight off his tongue with ease. He thought about the big birds that circled the mountains he crossed with his mother, then back at the tom before him. He certainly wasn't nearly as intimidating.

"Old? I've no idea. Maybe a year or so."

[Falcon]

((Oh no its ok I have the same problem... also school is bad rn so SORRY FOR BEING REALLY LATE!))

Falcon tilted his head at the other tomcat, really intrigued. He sat down across from the other cat as he introduced himself as Finnick, and smirked at falcon.
When Finnick said his name, Falcon half shivered, but it might have just been the gentle breeze rolling across the plains.

He bristled a little when Finnick looked back at him, seeming to get the gist of what the other tom was thinking.

When Finnick said he didn't know how old he was Falcon nodded. "Oh okay." He smiled tentatively, definitely not as charming as finnick.