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Post by Emzie on Mar 20, 2011 0:25:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,000000,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true]Thynnus was chuckling as he crouched under a fence and entered the meadow. It was hilarious how simple it was becoming to get away from his housefolk. They had been keeping him inside all the time since his injuries, but over the last moon they seemed to have given up. Thynnus could now easily slip outside and out of the yard.
Feeling bored with the two-leg place, he had decided to go check out the meadow that the loners resided in. He had been here a few times before. It was interesting to him how much less they were freaked out by his face than the kittypets he lived near. Loners wouldn't scurry away in fear, but instead confront him and inquire about it. Thynnus thought it was very amusing and made for great story-telling opportunities.
The meadow was currently covered with a layer of lightly packed snow, and it crunched underneath his small paws as he padded along. The land before him looked eerily empty because of the snow, but it also made it easy to spot other cats, unless of course they had light pelts. He spotted a familiar orange pelt approaching, and confirmed who it was with a quick sniff of the air. Scotty. A smirk appeared on Thynnus' face.
"Morning, Scotty." He began, padding up to his companion, his tail flicking rather violently through the cold air, "Caught any vermin lately?" He asked, referring to the tom being a ratter.
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| [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,ffffaa,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true]Scotty hated being coped up inside all the time. The cold leaf-bare had been keeping the rats away, turning him effectively into a kittypet. He grew restless in this post rather quickly, and thus found a way outside through the twoleg's basement.
As he bounded out into the meadow, savoring the scents of the outdoors, an odd scent came to his nostrils. It smelled like a kittypet, but with a tinge of what he would think a severely injured or dead cat would smell like. Thynnus. Moments later, he spotted the strange black-and-white kit in the distance.
Scotty smirked back and replied, "I haven't seen any vermin lately....except for you, of course." He used to get an uneasy feeling around this particular cat, but now since he had interacted with Thynnus many times, he got over it. The young tom might look scary and could talk the talk, but he was still a harmless kit.
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Mar 20, 2011 13:14:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,ec8b00,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] A pile of rocks were stranded in the middle of the wide field, a dozen or so of different sizes lumped together as if Starclan had just thrown them down because they had no where else to put it. Yet the gray stones provided a nice, sunbathing area and that was just how this tom was using it. His orange fur was like a conspicious splash across the gray. Dozing, the orange tabby began to hear voices, causing his ears to flit up. His head raised lazily and his green eyes spied two young cats in the distance. Being the gregarious tom he is, the tom slowly got to his paws and padded over.
"Why hello there,"he called in a friendly tone, smiling and tail waving in greeting.
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Post by Emzie on Mar 21, 2011 20:35:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,000000,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true]Thynnus had grown accustomed to Scotty's wit, and took absolutely no offense to being called vermin. This young tom was at the ready with a comeback though, "Ah, glad I could be of service to you." After he finished speaking, he moved the cold slush that caked the ground about with his paws, then sat down carefully in the small cleared spot he created. As he began to relax, he spotted another cat approaching. It was yet another ginger tom, not unlike Scotty, but Thynnus had never seen this cat before. "You know him?" He inquired of his companion quickly before the tom reached them. Thynnus was both dreading and excited for the questions this cat would most surely ask of his appearance. It would be fun to make up another story, but he was unsure how Scotty would react.
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| [atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=bgcolor,ffffaa,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true]Scotty promptly rolled his eyes at Thynnus' remark. The ginger tom actually wished rats were still about, for he was so bored without them. The wetness of the snow underneath his paws reminded him that spring would be here soon, and that made him hopeful. He watched, puzzled, as Thynnus dug down into the mud underneath and settled into it. The younger tom inquired if Scotty knew a tom who was approaching them. Scotty whipped around to look at the newcomer, but before he could answer Thynnus the cat greeted them. Scotty had never seen him before either, but decided to be friendly anyway. Being cross with a cat who was most likely a loner was risky, "Hello. I'm Scotty." He said politely. He chose not to introduce Thynnus, for he knew the young tom liked to be rather creative with his first time greetings.
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Mar 22, 2011 0:18:54 GMT -5
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"Well, well,"the orange tom meowed, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.
"It's nice to see some young ones out and exploring. Oh, wehre are my manners? I'm Rook, it's a pleasure to meet you," the orange tom meowed politely. But instead of dipping his head as accostomed to cats, he reached out one paw, hovering there between him and the other two young cats. It is a gesture common between Twolegs that Rook has picked up and became used to doing. He was always hoping cats he met would respond to his pawshakes but he didn't keep his hopes high, not all cats lived their lives around Twolegs. Although he noticed that the younger, scarred tom had the scent of Twoleg. Perhaps this young kittypet will recognize his greeting.
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