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@ChromeSilver_Hwaa
Please dont mind the crappy first post, I'm literally just going to be observing what you do most lol



To set the metaphorical stage, it was dark (the most apparent feature, at least). It was dark, but not chilly, and they were someplace outside. Where? A short breath in with their mouth partially opened to taste told them that they were somewhere inside. Someplace dark, comfortably warm, inside. A cave? No, caves were cold. This cave wasn't. They were in a cave. It smelled (and tasted) like stone, mildew, and soil. Remembering that they had ears as well, one ear flicks and turns to seek out any sound. Caves had sound, did they not? This one... Was quiet. Muffled. Was something wrong with the cave, or was something wrong with the ears?

Time to see if they could move... Wriggling comes first, to test out the body. Four limbs, one neck, a tail, a head. All there. But strangely numb. Had they been lying down for so long? Poking one leg out, the cat attempts to blink at it. It was dark, but not that dark, right? Right- Their outstretched leg was gold-ish and black. Hmm... Standing up, the cat turns to look at themselves. A large body, gold-ish with black rosettes, and a long and sleek tail. Not bad.

The cat wonders why this felt so foreign to them. Why they were waking up in this place, alone,feeling as though they had been asleep for an age, without recollection of coming into this cave and going to sleep?

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by plum

@ChromeSilver_Hwaa
Please dont mind the crappy first post, I'm literally just going to be observing what you do most lol



To set the metaphorical stage, it was dark (the most apparent feature, at least). It was dark, but not chilly, and they were someplace outside. Where? A short breath in with their mouth partially opened to taste told them that they were somewhere inside. Someplace dark, comfortably warm, inside. A cave? No, caves were cold. This cave wasn't. They were in a cave. It smelled (and tasted) like stone, mildew, and soil. Remembering that they had ears as well, one ear flicks and turns to seek out any sound. Caves had sound, did they not? This one... Was quiet. Muffled. Was something wrong with the cave, or was something wrong with the ears?

Time to see if they could move... Wriggling comes first, to test out the body. Four limbs, one neck, a tail, a head. All there. But strangely numb. Had they been lying down for so long? Poking one leg out, the cat attempts to blink at it. It was dark, but not that dark, right? Right- Their outstretched leg was gold-ish and black. Hmm... Standing up, the cat turns to look at themselves. A large body, gold-ish with black rosettes, and a long and sleek tail. Not bad.

The cat wonders why this felt so foreign to them. Why they were waking up in this place, alone,feeling as though they had been asleep for an age, without recollection of coming into this cave and going to sleep?

Woods, rocks, woods, trees, rocks, woods. Gosh did this ever end!? Strawberrry had been wandering for ages!! The red Molly flicked her long tail upwards, finally finding a stream, as she crouched to lap her lean muscles flexed in the sunlight. Strawberry stood after moments of lapping, letting the cold water sooth her overheating body. I don't think I can take this much longer! There's got to be some prey in this damn forest! Strawberry hissed internally. Flicking her gaze upwards, Strawberry noticed a squirrel. A huge squirrel.

"I've got to get that." Strawberry whispered to herself, her mew barely audiable. - Strawberry extended her claws gently, quietly slinking up the tree towards her prey, keeping herself downwind as taught, Strawberry reached the same height as the squirrel. Don't look down don't look down don't look down damnnit! Strawberry scolded herself, Strawberry had been afraid of heights sense she was little, barely daring the leap the fence in her backyard. But as a cats instinct called, she'd do anything for this squirrel to lay rest... in her stomach.

Strawberry narrowed her leafy green hues, staring so intensely at the squirrel you'd swear it started to smoke. The ginger she-cat crept forward, keeping her paws against her belly as she crept forward, as she was finally in the line of the squirrel, Strawberry gave a yowl, leaping forward and crashing her forepaws into the squirrel. No no no! Abort mission! Strawberry panicked as she started to fall, grabbing the squirrel in her claws, Strawberry landed on the squirrel, snapping it's spine in the process. Strawberry let out a gentle groan, perking her ears as it echoed gently. Where was she? Oh..... cool! It was like.... a creepy cave from her mothers stories! There was a pretty river which gently swashed around beside it, and plenty of prey scent. "Huh!" the red cat snorted, green eyes searching for threats. Shrugging as she thought it seemed safe, She settled down beside the river to eat her...... lightly squashed squirrel. The water trickling gently echoing around the woods and small cave.

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@ChromeSilver_Hwaa

Certainly not the strangest place to have fallen asleep... Not the strangest this cat had fallen asleep, at least. They take a step in some direction, then pause as they realize that they had remembered something. Interesting! What did that mean, though? The golden-and-black cat struggles to surmise any cause behind the memory loss, and shrugs it off instead of thinking too much about it. Instead, she begins to walk... Out. Indeed, out.

As the sun cuts through shade and filters away the dank scents of the cave, the cat squints. The last time they'd seen sunlight must have been a very long time ago. A low, constant noise rattles through her head upon approach of the cave mouth though, and for a moment the cat debates retreating back into the dark. The quiet, the comfort. But she pushes through the hesitance and steps out into soft soil and grass, hot sun and fresh breeze. Lifting her head now, she stares at the forest as if it were brand new to her. Dark green eyes move from tree to tree, as if the cat were trying to pick out their favorite, before the source of the noise draws her attention. Moving water. The cave had plenty of moisture- Droplets and trickles and slime on the floor, but nothing like this.

Long tail curling curiously, the golden cat moves toward it, entranced, hardly noticing another cat hunched nearby. She moves right to the river's edge and stares down into the torrent, not a trace of fear in her body. The sluggishness in her muscles was beginning to fade as well, but what muscle? Whether from a sedentary lifestyle or disuse, the cat was not very lean, nor very burly. A short run would probably wind her. But her face held a rigidity that only those weathered by life in the wild would sport. A stern glare once well-practiced, now apparently a face at rest and unintentional.

Flicking her tail, the cat lowers herself to sip from the river. Cool water to fill the stomach and refresh the jellied mind. Once finished, the cat stands tall again and turns, only to finally spot Strawberry.

She stares, frozen mid-step. Slowly, the fur of her tail begins to plush out.

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by plum

@ChromeSilver_Hwaa

Certainly not the strangest place to have fallen asleep... Not the strangest this cat had fallen asleep, at least. They take a step in some direction, then pause as they realize that they had remembered something. Interesting! What did that mean, though? The golden-and-black cat struggles to surmise any cause behind the memory loss, and shrugs it off instead of thinking too much about it. Instead, she begins to walk... Out. Indeed, out.

As the sun cuts through shade and filters away the dank scents of the cave, the cat squints. The last time they'd seen sunlight must have been a very long time ago. A low, constant noise rattles through her head upon approach of the cave mouth though, and for a moment the cat debates retreating back into the dark. The quiet, the comfort. But she pushes through the hesitance and steps out into soft soil and grass, hot sun and fresh breeze. Lifting her head now, she stares at the forest as if it were brand new to her. Dark green eyes move from tree to tree, as if the cat were trying to pick out their favorite, before the source of the noise draws her attention. Moving water. The cave had plenty of moisture- Droplets and trickles and slime on the floor, but nothing like this.

Long tail curling curiously, the golden cat moves toward it, entranced, hardly noticing another cat hunched nearby. She moves right to the river's edge and stares down into the torrent, not a trace of fear in her body. The sluggishness in her muscles was beginning to fade as well, but what muscle? Whether from a sedentary lifestyle or disuse, the cat was not very lean, nor very burly. A short run would probably wind her. But her face held a rigidity that only those weathered by life in the wild would sport. A stern glare once well-practiced, now apparently a face at rest and unintentional.

Flicking her tail, the cat lowers herself to sip from the river. Cool water to fill the stomach and refresh the jellied mind. Once finished, the cat stands tall again and turns, only to finally spot Strawberry.

She stares, frozen mid-step. Slowly, the fur of her tail begins to plush out.

Strawberry was crouched, eating her squirrel deliciously. once she'd finished Strawberry wandered to the stream. Revealing her bright white pelt with ginger tinges to her fur, Strawberry's leafy green hues studied the area around her as she sniffed. The scents of the clear water and then noise of the gentle but swift trickle tickled the back of the molly's brain. Strawberry purred gently at the small waves, begining to lick the waves, seeping up the deliciously cold water. Strawberry was unaware of the pretty cat right across from her, Strawberry's pelt fluffed up against the cold as she continued to sap up the coldness. Strawberry sat and began grooming herself, her white and ginger fur becoming more sleek by the touch. Strawberry looked at the trees behind her and watched the leaves swish around peacefully.

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@ChromeSilver_Hwaa

Whatever would drive her to speak, it certainly wasn't simple curiosity. Some innate urge to know the other, to acknowledge their presence and make herself known too, was driving the cat to say something. She wouldn't understand it and wouldn't question it, but a growl almost forms at the back of her throat before she puts a stop to it. Lips parting, the cat presses herself to seem... A little less unfriendly.

But her voice was rasp from disuse, and it had clearly been a very long time. She sounds absolutely wrecked. "You there."

Lifting her chin to peer at Strawberry, the golden-and-black cat nods to the lighter cat. "Are you friendly?" For some reason, the answer to that query felt... Tremendously important.

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by plum

@ChromeSilver_Hwaa

Whatever would drive her to speak, it certainly wasn't simple curiosity. Some innate urge to know the other, to acknowledge their presence and make herself known too, was driving the cat to say something. She wouldn't understand it and wouldn't question it, but a growl almost forms at the back of her throat before she puts a stop to it. Lips parting, the cat presses herself to seem... A little less unfriendly.

But her voice was rasp from disuse, and it had clearly been a very long time. She sounds absolutely wrecked. "You there."

Lifting her chin to peer at Strawberry, the golden-and-black cat nods to the lighter cat. "Are you friendly?" For some reason, the answer to that query felt... Tremendously important.

Strawberry's green hues turned from round and in awe to fierce and cautious at once. An unfamiliar scent and voice filled her nostrils. Strawberry spun around, her white fur bouncing lightly in the wind. Her long fluffy tail over her back. "Me? O-oh yeah! I am!......" Strawberry called back, almost forgetting to add, "Are you?!" Strawberry puffed out her fur carefully, making sure she looked like she could defend herself but didn't want to have to. Strawberry licked her lips quickly, ridding of the squirrel remains and trying to look decent. Dang it! This cat seeing her as a slob? Eww!!!!

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@ChromeSilver_Hwaa

"I..." Trailing off, the cat muses over her answer for what becomes a rather concerning length of time. Her tail arcs, then flips to curl the other way pensively, then she nods. "I am," the cat concludes both for Strawberry as well as herself.

She examines the other cat: Their white, creamy fur, their eyes, their scent. An outsider- But wait. She herself was outside, as well, yes. Outside... Of what? The she-cat frowns, seasons of wear showing on her face, and she moves to draw nearer to Strawberry. Her throat hurt already from speaking so much so suddenly.

"Are you good at hunting?" she questions, shouldering past the discomfort. "I am afraid that I do not remember... Whether I am or not. I am hungry, though. Would you do me a favor, perhaps in exchange for something else?"

She wasn't sure what she would give to this stranger though. That was something she'd worry about later.