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[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?

[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.