Liath's Wanderings [open]

[RedHead]

Just different areas of the outskirts that my loner Liath wanders through, open for any other loners/rogues to come in contact with him. Kittypets as well if he is ever near the Twolegplace, and clan cats if he wanders near any of the borders.

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The large silver tomcat was making his way alongside the edge of the Twolegplace, his ears pinned against his head at the win that was blowing through. His thick fur helped to keep him warm from most of it, though his face and ears were really suffering from the lack of fur they had, compared to the rest of his body. This is why he often stuck around the Twolegplace in the leaf-bare, there were the large brick nests and fences that allowed shelter from the cold winds of lead-bare. As the wind started to pick up more, Liath finally ducked into an alley in the Twolegplace, his pale eyes searching the area for any signs of dogs or twolegs.

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[Corrade]

As Liath ducked into the alley, he could see a young tom of scrawny build looking like he was about to get blown over by the strong winds that plagued the Twolegplace. The tom looked as if he were trying to make it to one of the fences that bordered the twolegplace and the forest. Though he was far away from the fences, he was still clearly putting in some sort of effort. The toms short and dark grey fur was relatively unaffected by the winds.

[VisionsOfMacbeth]

Boneheart was glad she could barely hear the great monsters that trundled down the thunderpaths, or the whistling wind that tore through her fur, chilling her to the bone. Leaf-bare was by far her least favorite time. As she slunk along the twolegplace (a terrible place, but scavenging is easier than hunting when you're deaf), she caught sight of a tom. Lovely /s. She continued forward, towards the stranger, making no attempt at stealth. It wasn't unpleasant, encountering other cats around here, but it rarely turned out to be beneficial, either. She slipped into the alley, clumsy due to her large numb paws. Oh, how old age has changed her. What happened to the great huntress she once was? Scavenging at the twolegplace, tripping over her own paws. It was, quite frankly, ridiculous.