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Post by shy on Apr 3, 2024 15:37:55 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/d2/01/79/d20179e31f5e333d673300c47c884196~jpg cinnamon, Up on the old metal roof of the cabin, Cinnamon's dark coat almost blended in with the rust. It took a bit of effort getting this high up, and at times the roof felt like it might fall out from under her paws, but the view was worth it. Especially with a friend. While Bluebell was younger than her by a few moons, he was one of the cats closest in age to her in this cabin. And yet despite normally feeling on top on the world while on the roof, today she was still hung up on that stranger at the border. Why had she even held a conversation? Why hadn't she tried to fight? To kill? To defend her strange border? Why did she linger at the edges of Cinnamon's mind? Why did she almost want to see the stranger again? " Have you ever seen a clan cat?" Cinnamon asked, trying to act casual. " Like up close?" |
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Post by cosmic on Apr 29, 2024 15:37:41 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/9e/a7/aa/9ea7aac8bdad50b5e68002eedd52cca9~jpg Solace, for once, in his troubled, little mind. As much as Bluebell liked to prove himself by tussling with anyone that dared to challenge him, it got tiring sometimes. Not that he would show it, especially in front of the ones that he looked up to. His eyes scanned the horizon from the roof of the cabin, with the gentle breeze ruffling his short blue fur.
The silence was nice, and not being able to hear his mother's nagging voice behind him as he sat. "It's too dangerous to be up here," she would probably be saying right now. He was an adult now, he could make his own decisions.
But, the silence broke when Cinnamon, his close friend, asked him quite the question. "Uh... duh?" he scoffed. Obviously, he had, as all the other cats here had an interaction with a clan cat. All negative experiences, which is why they built this coalition. But the second part of the question made his ears turn sharply toward the she-cat. What a strange question to have to ask.
"Foxglove, Percy, and I stumbled upon a clan cat recently. Well, the clan cat stumbled upon us. It was a weird conversation, not enough claws in my opinion." The tom raised his paw to lick, before combing over his ears. His yellow eyes pierced toward the rust-colored cat. "Momma told me the story of when I was a kit, they intentionally killed my sibling. That's why it's just me."
Bluebell gazed harshly at the she-cat. "Why do you wanna know, huh?" |
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