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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Feb 15, 2010 23:14:23 GMT -5
to claim a world to call my own
would not be so bad;
if i can find a place to rest my head,
perhaps i won't be sad;
› The world was quiet and solemn, the wind only the faintest whisper across a wide expanse of white. Winter had claimed this territory long before the lone occupant who stood chest deep in the snow, but that was not of concern. Kings rise and fall with the hours, sometimes it would seem.
› A winding trail carved through the newly fallen snow, left behind by the lone tom. He stood out quite a lot in this scenery, for his coat was a collage of colors, similiar to what a twoleg would call "tie dye". His eyes were of a dull coral in color, looking concerned as he examined the landscape.
› Bringer was what they called him, a name reminiscent of ancient times. He had no real memory of his raising or why his name was; it simply was. When you are a feral tom as he, you think simply. It is far easier to accept than to question.
› There! Some distance away was a bump in the snow, possibly a den or plant that could provide some shelter from the cold. As quickly as any cat half submerged could go, he tromped through the deep snow with determination. Upon arrival, it was indeed a bush, thorny but thickly branched. Pawing away the surrounding snow, Bringer slipped under its branches and shook his fur off, sitting down to groom it dry. Once summer comes I shall be quite happy, he mused, purring a bit in satisfaction and settling in for the night. [/blockquote] |
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Post by {{mizu!! on Mar 21, 2010 10:07:25 GMT -5
SONG...
"You are an idiot." was the only thing she said to herself. Because, essentially, she was. Out hunting in this weather! It was snowing, most of the prey deep underground or high in the trees, somewhere silly Song couldn't get too. Idiot. Buffoon. Imbecile. Any amount of words could describe her now, but what she really wanted to was to get out of this horrible snow, but, being the idiot she was, she couldn't remember which way the colony made camp. Falling snow had covered her tracks from camp, so, she had to find shelter.
There! In the distances was a lump above the snow. What it was, Song had no idea, but, it was shelter, so, she was there. Leaping like a rabbit through the snow, she made painful progress trying to get there. A few lengths from the lump, her foot caught in a hole, a big one, probably a rabbit den, but she slipped, and fell face first with a very loud 'OOF', muffled a little by the snow.
Prying herself from the horrible white fluff, Song examined her paw. No, not broken, but probably sprained. She tested it on the ground, and let out a muffled hiss as the pain shot through her leg and into her head.
"Idiot! muttered Song, limp-hopping to the bush. She stopped, barely inches from it, as a scent hit her nose. "Oh God." it was the male who controlled the west territory from the colony. Bringer, she remembered. She'd never met him before, or any toms really, as she had bore no kits to any tom. Should she go in? How would he react? Oh no, another blizzard. Song felt hopeless, sitting out here in the thick snow.
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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Mar 21, 2010 10:32:23 GMT -5
a companion is far and few
when you in worlds like this
so when a visitor comes a-callin'
it's best not to miss it;
› Orange-tinted ears picked up the sounds of the wind picking up, and snow beginning to raise and howl like cursed spirits. The tom snuggled deeper within the bush, digging out some of the soil under it to squeeze himself into the ground. Luckily ice had formed on its branches, acting like a solid wall to keep out the wind. The cold, though, could not be helped.
› Crunch! Bringer opened an eye at the sound. Crunch, crunch, WHOOMF! Someone was advancing towards him through the snow, but apparently with some difficulty. The peachy nose sniffed the air with some concern, ears picking up a feminine scolding only tail-lengths away. Do I have a visitor? Reluctantly the tom stood as much as he could beneath his low cover, stretching out a back paw and peeking his head out from under the bush.
› The colorful tom breathed out a stream of white air, seeing another rainbow cat standing close to the bush, looking nervous and cold. He noticed she wasn't putting a lot of weight on one paw, and it made him feel sympathy. "Do you need a place to stay?" he asked, shuffling to the right to make room in case she needed shelter too. He wasn't the type of tom to harrass her or drive her away, just because this is his territory. Bringer doubted she wanted to steal his land or anything; she just looked lost and miserable. He laid down where he was and tucked his front paws under his chest, peering out at the falling snow that danced in the wind.
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Post by {{mizu!! on Mar 21, 2010 11:00:23 GMT -5
SONG...
"Do you need a place to stay?"
Song jumped at the sound of Bringer's voice. She watched him with her split eyes; purple and red studied the rainbow cat, similar of pelt color to herself, if a little darker, more vivid. She felt her head tilt a little to the left. She barely knew this cat. Should she be her usual cold, aloof self, or, should she make a change for once in her life and actually be nice to someone?
"Y-yeah. I fell a few lengths that way on my paw. I think I sprained it." Song said sheepishly, flicking her tail to the spot where she fell in the hole.
[fail compared to my last post >>]
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Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Mar 30, 2010 16:19:50 GMT -5
"step into my parlor,"
said the spider to the fly;
› Bringer observed the female for a long moment, deciding that she was being truthful. After all, her paw did look like it was beginning to swell. It certainly wouldn't help her any to stay out here in the cold and suffer. Disappearing back under the bush, the rainbow tom carved out a small space for her to take shelter in, moving soil and snow and branches out of the way or crushing them together. It would be a tight fit but their combined body heats would keep them both safe from the cold.
› Reappearing, Bringer moved to one side and gestured with his tail. "I made a spot for you. It is not the best den but it beats standing out in the wind," he replied warmly, blinking as snowflakes began to drive into his eyes. Coral orbs craned skywards, seeing the wind pick up, making the air feel that much frostier. He backed under the bush and curled up, his long tail reaching over his face and his front paws tucked into his chest. It would be a long, cold while before spring would come, it felt. But at least I will not have to endure it alone.
[OOC: augh I had a much earlier reply to this but I guess it didn't process all the way or something.]
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Post by {{mizu!! on Apr 3, 2010 12:01:23 GMT -5
SONG...
I made a spot for you. It is not the best den but it beats standing out in the wind,"
"Thank you," she said gratefully. In truth, she was very grateful to this tom for letting her share his den. She slowly hobbled in after him, and curled up beside him. He was very warm compared to her, but anyone would be, seeing as she'd just literally been frozen to death out there.
Gingerly, the rainbow pelted female layed her funny paw in front of her, and curled her tail around it to keep it secure. She lay her head onto her other paw, and yawned a little. She preceeded to lick her nose, and she closed her eyes. "Thank you, again." she meowed quietly, knowing she probably sounded a little silly saying it twice, but, she wished to show her gratitude.
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