[doghouse]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

@Arieson
Raina shook moss and leaves from her fur and began to groom herself. She shrugged then answered "I used to be part of a clan. I had family I loved. I had a cat I fell in love with...but we both realised that loving eachother wasn't for us. I found my sexuality and I ran away. Now I'm here. The story sounds good enough as it is. I won't go into detail..." The blue-grey Molly grunted, clearly not eager to discuss her past. She then turned to the other she-cat. "Sorry, I never asked your name but, what about your origins?"

Originally Posted by Arieson

She joined the two cats in their feast, they began to have a conversation. Nothing really intrested her, except the part about her leaving her clan, but other than that, she didn't care. When she heard the part about her leaving her clan, she twitched her ear.


The other cat began trying to speak to her, "Sorry, I never asked your name but, what about your origins?" The stranger asked, the feeling of her scars reminded her of her origins, she can't just tell these random loners what happened to her. "I'm Ashes." She responded, with her strange accent (Like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeIzsAsIvuQ)
not revealing her origins. She pointed to her scars, that was all of her origins she was giving away.

Vortex looked from one molly to the next, his blue hues bright with a friendly warmth. His ears twitched at Raina's words, but he didn't want to ask her about what a Clan was. He'd heard vague tales of them, but knew little. He didn't much care to learn, either. He was content to live this way, as a loner. He met so many interesting cats, like the two in front of him right now. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth happily as he listened as the strange, scarred molly introduced herself. He was in no position to judge wen it came to scars though, and wouldn't anyways. He didn't care about things like that. “Well, my name's Vortex, and I was a kittypet,” he said cheerfully. Vortex didn't care what other cats thought, and he also knew that it always surprised cats to learn that, because he knew he didn't look like a kittypet. He looked like a wild cat, not someone who'd once lived the pampered life of a kittypet.