Owlwatcher's Hollow (semi-open)

[CatontheMoon]

Owlwatcher (he/they)
tom with a mixture of grey and brown fur and owl-like markings

(Please VM me if you want your character to interact with Owlwatcher in his territory.)

Owlwatcher pushed his way through a thick shrubbery that surrounded his tree den. The cool air flooded his lungs as the tomcat took a deep breath, exhausted from his hunt. He carried a mouse in his jaws, nearly the only prey he had been able to find for moons. The season of leaf-bare was finally coming to a close and more prey emerged from their hides, which meant more food for everyone's stomachs.
Owlwatcher couldn't wait for the long-awaited green-leaf to arrive. He had been running on stolen kitty-pet food for the past three and a half moons. The grey and brown tom couldn't wait to finally catch some decent prey for himself. He had tried to sneakily catch some mice and rats from the barn but there were already so many starved and hostile cats there, Owlwatcher didn't dare get his ears torn off just for some scraps.

He settled down just outside his den and placed his mouse at his paws. He sunk his teeth into his catch. A freshly caught mouse never tasted so good.
After Owlwatcher had devoured the mouse, leaving only bones and fur, he licked his maws and curled up in a patch of warm sunlight to bask.

[Rose]

Crushedspice
She/Her

Crushedspice had not meant to lurk - hadn't meant to dally in this cat's territory for as long as she had already. But the allure of fresh-kill had been too much, and after swiping a sparrow of her own to devour, she had moved off to do something that she'd never had the time or pleasure to do so before. Explore. Curiosity had never been her strong suit, even though Crushedspice had been able to hold back her inner desires during her time in WindClan with her family. But now, trapped inside the den of the tom who owned this land, she was paying the price. At least this time she knew it was all her fault for letting her desires control what she did. 'Exploring the territory of a possibly hostile cat?' What had she been thinking?? Wait no - she hadn't been thinking at all.

It was too late now. Crushedspice could see the dark frame of a cat sitting right outside the den she was hiding in. The den she'd been poking around in right before she heard a noise outside and had to leap into the nearest shadow. At least her mostly black coat and overall appearance was good for blending in - if you discounted the telltale vision of her bright amber eyes. Maybe she should make a run for it - yes, that was the best course of action. At most, her companion would be so startled he'd only get a scratch or two in, and she'd be home free. She could outpace him, hopefully. She'd been a WindClan warrior once, after all. Slinking forward in the dark, Crushedspice bunched her muscles, crouched and prepared to run. Except, her gaze had been so focused on the light filtering in from outside - her escape - that she'd failed to notice what was right in front of her.

A stick.

A very dry stick, which had been positioned right under one of her advancing paws, and let out a noisy crack of protest when she stepped on it. The sound seemed to echo in the silence, reverberating off the walls as Crushedspice cringed at her own stupidity. There was no way that sound had been missed by the landlord who ruled over this place.

[ @CatontheMoon - Owlwatcher ]

[CatontheMoon]

Owlwatcher (he/they)

The unmistakable scent of a musky Clan cat drifted across Owlwatcher's snout. His nose twitched, taking in the scent of the intruder that threatened his home. The tom's tail twitched from side to side in anticipation and the fur on his back rose ever so slightly.


Owlwatcher's head jolted up at the sound of a twig snapping behind him. The tom twisted his head to scan the clearing around him, his golden eyes landing directly onto a dark-pelted cat that froze at the entrance of his den.
The wind around the two cats picked up as the loner rose to his paws with a mixture of confidence and hostility. His eyes glared at the cat before him.


"How hypocritical. You clan cats tear up loners for straying inside your territory, yet can't seem to help but wander into theirs yourself!" The lanky tom hissed. He inched closer to the intruder, narrowing her escape routes with every pawstep.

[Rose]

Crushedspice
She/Her

"Who says I'm a Clan cat?" The tortoiseshell molly reflected instantly, baring her own fangs in an attempt to scare the loner away. But her orange eyes kept darting to the den exit - her ears were pinned back against her skull, and her slim tail tucked between her legs. Crushedspice was afraid, genuinely afraid, that her escape was closing off so quickly. She so often found herself scared out of her wits nowadays, moreso as of recent. Crushedspice had never been afraid of anything before, but she found out that out here, so many things were unaccounted for, so many things were unpredictable that she had to live in constant fear.

However, she couldn't go on being the firecracker she'd been in WindClan. Oh no, that wouldn't do here. Not when she was in the wrong this time, not when this loner had advantage over her, and certainly not when she was trapped inside the unfamiliar territory of a very hostile male. "Listen, I'm sorry." The words were almost physical pain for Crushedspice to utter - she was a headstrong, arrogant cat, and this show of submission was very against her nature. It hurt her ego that her fate was within the paws of another.

"I'll leave. Won't come back." Really, the words were not empty, pretty lies. Crushedspice was itching to get out of here. Just like the scabs on her pelt from her last fight still itched. She had no intention of sustaining more wounds - more pain. With those words, the lean feline began inching to the side, hoping to make a wide berth around the loner and position herself in front of the exit. That way, she'd be guaranteed her escape if things went south. Crushedspice, however, did not take her eyes off of Owlwatcher for a single moment. She didn't trust him enough to put her back to him. Such trust would be child's folly.

[ @CatontheMoon - Owlwatcher ]

[CatontheMoon]

Owlwatcher (he/they)


"Not a Clan-cat? You surely reek of one." He hissed, tail still lashing. Owlwatcher noticed how clearly tense the cat before him was. With her eyes flashing from him to a possible opening to escape and her body undoubtedly showing every sign of fear, the tom paused.
He studied her closely, seeing wounds and her torn-up body brought shame onto him. He would be no better than a dog if he had provoked any more unease into the she-cat. Owlwatcher's ears flattened and his tail settled.

The tom took a step back, allowing passage for Crushedspice. "I know how difficult life can be as a cat without others to care for you." Owlwatcher meowed with concern sewn into his tone. "You clearly can't care for yourself enough to catch your own prey, instead of stealing from other starving cats." He hissed. He took a deep breath and turned from the she-cat, placing his sliver of trust in her that she wouldn't take her chance and attack him while he was vulnerable.
Owlwatcher padded over to a recognizable blueberry bush. He held his nose to the ground and searched for the scent of a shrew he had saved for later.


( @Rose ) Forgot to mention you in the last post, my bad!! ^ u ^

[Rose]

Crushedspice
She/Her

Crushedspice did not often feel so much shame. Sure, she had been used to being the center of attention for so long, always praised by her family. While Bravewillow had been the favored, pampered daughter, Crushedspice had had to keep working for her rank in the family as her father's heir. Until Brokencrest pulled that stunt, and she had been shoved aside like a broken ragdoll, renamed from Spicepaw to Crushedspice on request of her father to remind her daily of that failure. That had been the first time she'd felt an overwhelming amount of shame.

But right now, she felt embarrassed that she had to accept help from this stranger. That they both knew she wouldn't have made it out alive if it weren't for him moving off. Spine stiffening slightly with the arrogance and pride that accompanied youth, Crushedspice couldn't help herself as her fur bristled slightly. "I can take care of myself." She protested hotly, orange eyes darting after the tom in surprise as he .. turned her back on her? It was ironic, really, how she'd only just called the action child's folly, but seeing this stranger act it brought an infinite amount of relief.

Letting her muscles relax, the firecracker quickly eased out of the den, shuddering with relief as she felt the sun's rays on her back. Oh, what sweet respite it was, to know that your death wasn't so impending anymore. By now, she'd began backing out of the little clearing, but something made the lean female pause. Her companion... he seemed to have gone back to whatever he'd been doing or he was ignoring her, but that didn't feel quite right. "What... are you doing?" She asked, biting down on her tongue right after the question.

[ @CatontheMoon - Owlwatcher ]