MICKEY ( open for interaction )
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Some say that if you truly love something, you should set it free. And if it really loves you, then it'll come back to you. That phrase had a habit if sneaking it's way into the lone feline's brain at the strangest times. Today, such managed to find itself there as Mickey silently walked through a strange twolegplace that smelled heavily of death and grief. Many stones speckled the area, varying in size, shape and even hue. Personally, the bobtailed brown-furred tomcat had never seen anything like it. This place did not frighten though, no. In fact, it made him feel an odd sense of calm, peace, like the still after a storm. A gentle sigh left Mickey as he continued walking through the rows of rocks, glancing at the strange marks on their surfaces as he passed them by. He could not tell what they meant, but it reminded him vaguely of something from his past that he could no longer remember. Eventually, Mickey drew to an abrupt halt and sat down in front of one, ears twitching to the various sounds around him. This dreary place made him feel many strange emotions, but he could not bring himself to stray away. Scents drifted around Mickey: cat, twoleg, prey animals and even some faint dog. This obviously was a very sacred place.