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Post by adrian on Feb 25, 2024 11:33:54 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/2Ft1jyX/toad~jpg The scent on the border was not familiar to Toadfeather, confirming his suspicions that a loner was in the area recently. That this wouldn't be the first time a loner crossed into clan territory concerned him. The odd cat he met before was one thing, but he couldn't have multiple cats darting in and out of their territory whenever it suited them. There was a strong scent of moss and stone to the loner - from the nearby cemetery, if he had to guess. It was rare that he left RidgeClan territory, but not so uncommon. Every now and then his attention was called outside of his own borders, such as tracking down this cat. So he crossed over without much fanfare, following the trail left behind to exactly the destination he thought it would. The stones erected in the cemetery looked cold and lonely, flanked by woods far sparser than those of RidgeClan's territory. He stood tall and gray like the stones he walked between, too proud to be hiding along the edges of the cemetery despite the lack of cover that was provided. This looked like the sort of place two-legs would be, but to his knowledge, none had been over here for quite some time. The trail ended at an empty burrow, stinking with the carcass of a muskrat. A curious but obvious attempt to mask any scents that might have been left behind. Toadfeather's lip curled in distaste, but he stepped away. The scents were stale, now. Whoever was making a habit of visiting the clan's border was long gone. Still, he raked his claws at the burrow's edge in case the loner came back. It was a clear message: I know you're here. Likely enough to discourage any continued visits. Satisfied, he continued his lonely stroll to the far edge of the cemetery. His business here was done, but that didn't mean he had no interest in exploring a little before he made his way home. And if the cat he was following did return, then he'd have a chance to tell them off for crossing into RidgeClan's territory. |
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Post by bones on Mar 1, 2024 17:39:45 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/9X4KhTW6/yennifer-POSTINGimg~png yennifer, | | genderfluid (he/she/they)
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When winter's icy claws left a faint ache in his joints, Yennifer found sunning the best solution; sure, when the sun hid away, that wasn't possible, but today the blindingly crisp sun was beaming down from on high and there was nary a cloud in the sky. The black-gray stone, once polished but now growing moss in it's cracks and plants creeping up the wide base, cradled the sun's warmth to an almost scorching degree and it was honestly a wonderous feeling - creeping through his fur and cutting the cold - when combined with the sunlight pouring down on the white tom. Sprawled out a top the odd, human structure on their back, they were close to simply falling asleep-- Then grass ruffled underfoot. Their blue eye cracked open, curious if the owner of the burrow at the far end of the cemetery had returned; however, someone else rounded a an eroded, towering statue of a winged human. Toadfeather's scent reached them as soon as he appeared and their green eyes shot open, quickly realizing - with great amusement - that the clan cat hadn't noticed them yet. Seems my frolicking in the sagebrush paid off...He passed by a row over, unaware of them on their high perch, so Yenn to the opportunity to rolling onto his belly and then rise to his feet. "Well met again, Toadfeather." The white tom calls, pausing only to jump the narrow gap from their stone to the next, shorter one; their claws audibly scrape on the sleek surface as they settle down and sit. "It is evident that I was right; our paths have crissed and crossed again - and therefore it was prudent yet to partake in sharing monikers.""However, upon this happenstance," they offer a calm half-smile, gesturing to the area with a flick of their fluffy tail before it comes to hang over the edge of the perfectly cut stone, "it appears you are the one ill-suited for this grave land, out of place so far from the border whence we met." |
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Post by adrian on Apr 21, 2024 11:53:15 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/2Ft1jyX/toad~jpg The cat he was trailing did not return. Instead, from behind him as he passed by, he heard an all to familiar voice. "Well met again, Toadfeather." He knew only one cat who spoke in such a manner. For a moment, annoyance that he quickly dismissed rose in his chest. He had no right to the feeling - this was neutral ground. He did have a right to feel startled, he thought, but he didn't let that show, either. Clever of them to mask their scent. He would remember that, should he think they've been through RidgeClan territory in the future. "They have indeed crossed again," he said, watching them settle on the shorter stone. Confident that he wasn't a threat, Toadfeather also made himself comfortable, settling his tail over his paws. He should be returning to his clan. But a moment of information gathering wouldn't delay him too terribly. "It appears you are the one ill-suited for this grave land, out of place so far from the border whence we met."They were so amused, so pleased with himself. Well, Toadfeather wouldn't counter that. He knew loners often found it hypocritical that clan cats might (rarely) venture out but demanded that none ventured into their own borders. "Not so far from the border," he said, glancing back the way he came. A short journey back to the forests he called home. "Do you frequent this area? Perhaps you could help me." |
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