Windswept Plains

[Splitmoon]

Ra led her to a make shift cave out of dirt. "Here we are." he meowed. "Make yourself comfortable." he made this cave out of dirt, it was very well hidden with bushes covering the from entrance. If you looked at it you wouldn't see it unless you moved closer to it.
@oakcrane

[oakcrane]

She nods, walking over to a corner and sitting down, grooming herself. @Splitmoon

[Splitmoon]

Ra looked at her. "Now I have rabbits, birds and mouses." he meowed. "And fish...some frogs." he said turning his attention on her. "What would you like."
@oakcrane

[oakcrane]

Deernose shrugs. "I'll take a rabbit, I guess."
@Splitmoon

[Splitmoon]

Ra nodded, grabbed the rabbit and threw it at her feet. His icy blues stared at her. Something was off with her scent...like there was another cat. He tilted his head. "By chance do you have another cat with you in exile?" Ra had a great nose.
@oakcrane

[oakcrane]

Deernose's eyes widened, staring. "I don't see why that matters." Although this cat hadn't yet shown intentions of harm, she still didn't trust him, and that meant there was absolutely no way that she was giving Willowpaw's location away.
@Splitmoon

[Splitmoon]

Ra looked at the she-cat, and stared at her for a minute before responding. "Well..I only asked because you might want to bring her some food."
@oakcrane

[Red Dawn]

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

Inferno knew there wasn't any prey here... Well... There was, but it was so scarce that one could say there wans't any. It was his case.

But he didn't do a trip for nothing, so he would search for something here. Prey, or herbs.

Slight problem. It was out in the open. A cat could see him from very far. Well, he could too, but it was safe to say that he didn't want to speak to anyone... Or cross paths with anyone. Most of the other cats in the wild were thorns in his side, annoying, noisy, and errand without an objective. For someone who came from a clan, it wasn't in his genes. Rigor. Obedience. That was what he knew.

But not anymore. He wasn't a clan cat anymore, his old self burned in a fire, leaving ashes from which a better him rose.

But still, cats that he doesn't see as valuable assets in his plans... They annoyed him. He usually ignored them, didn't cared about them...

He rolled his shoulders and walked forward. Eyes peeled, to maybe find prey or some herbs... Nose up in the air to smell something else that the smell of ash, dirt, and burned wood, that usually came with him...

[Open]

[wolfie]

!! ꔠ the

HOLY SPIRIT - YOUR GOD ABOVE ꔠ !!

★ he . they (may use she when convenient) ★ tall black, gray, and white chimera that has medium-long fur and varying fur textures. has a feathery, kinked tail & bright amber eyes. smells of metallic & cinnamon. ★

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆X⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

彡 ➜ @Red Dawn

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆X⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Boredom trailed after him like a lost puppy. The boring black cat had taught them many things, and yet he still sought for knowledge. At least regarding poisons. Moss draped off his back, ferns wrapped around long, thin legs, damaged burgundy bandana wrapped around their throat — the chimera was surely an unusual sight. Of course, that was Spirit's intention. Something to take the attention of his easily recognizable pelt.

He shuffled through the tall grass, searching for anything that caught his eye. He picked up a few, small white flowers before a strange scent flooded into their black nose. Hmm? Hhhmm? Strange, very strange. Spirit's amber eyes scanned through the grass, tail swishing back and forth. It would be fun if he could get them to eat this flower.

Spirit started to trail after the scent trial until the tom came into view. He did not speak, waiting for the other to notice. It was always fun to mimic. Give 'em a good spook to get that blood pumpin'!

✶ LULLABY LYRE ✕ AGATHA KITTY ✕ KITTY KRUEGER ✕ DREAMWALKER ✶

[Red Dawn]

Originally Posted by wolfie

!! ꔠ the

HOLY SPIRIT - YOUR GOD ABOVE ꔠ !!

★ he . they (may use she when convenient) ★ tall black, gray, and white chimera that has medium-long fur and varying fur textures. has a feathery, kinked tail & bright amber eyes. smells of metallic & cinnamon. ★

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆X⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

彡 ➜ @Red Dawn

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆X⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Boredom trailed after him like a lost puppy. The boring black cat had taught them many things, and yet he still sought for knowledge. At least regarding poisons. Moss draped off his back, ferns wrapped around long, thin legs, damaged burgundy bandana wrapped around their throat — the chimera was surely an unusual sight. Of course, that was Spirit's intention. Something to take the attention of his easily recognizable pelt.

He shuffled through the tall grass, searching for anything that caught his eye. He picked up a few, small white flowers before a strange scent flooded into their black nose. Hmm? Hhhmm? Strange, very strange. Spirit's amber eyes scanned through the grass, tail swishing back and forth. It would be fun if he could get them to eat this flower.

Spirit started to trail after the scent trial until the tom came into view. He did not speak, waiting for the other to notice. It was always fun to mimic. Give 'em a good spook to get that blood pumpin'!

✶ LULLABY LYRE ✕ AGATHA KITTY ✕ KITTY KRUEGER ✕ DREAMWALKER ✶

Inferno, the revengeful
Rogue
He/Him

As he was scanning the surrounding with his eyes, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell. A metallic smell, mixed with the smell of cinnamon.

Inferno had never smelled such a scent in the wild, so he deducted it was not natural. Thus, it meant two things, either the Twolegs had done something here... Either it was someone.

He opted for the second option. Twolegs had the habit of beeing very loud, and for most couldn't resist to try and come grab cats. He had forgotten how many times it happened when he was apprentice with others, probably not a
lot, but in the Outskirts, that was another.

He stopped in his tracks, and said.

"I know you're there. You should know that with such a smell you can be detected pretty easily."

The tom said with a cold, neutral tone, even if a small hint of annoyance could be heard if attention was particularily paid to his voice.

He then turned around, completely, and his blue eyes landed on the cat. It was a most unusual sight, honnestly, to his eyes, the cat, even if elegant, looked more like a sort of forest spirit that stayed unmoving for centuries. Enough time to have moss growing on him... The way the ferns were wrapped around the stanger's legs, and the torn bandana around the cat's neck...

For him it was a kittypet, most likely, or an outsider that is trying to win a beauty contest somewhere in the forest...

Or simply someone deranged. Who knows.

He tilted his head on the side... He would have to see about that.