a day like A.N.Y other [Any]

[bailey]

a day like A.N.Y other
Dandi, Any

His paws were beginning to hurt from the travels, and he'd seen so much around here it was unbelievable, yet the tabby bushy made his way quite softly around. Using his flexibility, he leapt up a side wall, admiring the view around him, birds twittering and fleeing from the very sight of the 'feline' species, knowing their lives were at risk, as too with a few insects, yet he simply ignored them, or either stepped on them without knowing, he hated snails, slugs and all the other critters, it was a strange fear of his, small insects and that, they mostly ended up his nose when he was running or breathing near them. Yuck!

Those most warm hazel eyes quite focused at the peaceful area, trees slightly swaying from the warm breeze, and the occasional human that passed by carrying beverages or supplies, yet Bailey now avoided the two legged species as much as possible, and now even with the children who even tried to pet him friendly, it would always be the bigger humans who would shoo him away or spat at him to get away, yet he meant no harm. Now he decided to avoid them all together, even if one would be nice to him or try to be, he would run away, as timid and shy as he was to them, he did not want anything to do with them anymore.

He knew that some cats still belonged to humans as 'pets' or to cats as some called it, 'staff members', yet Bailey knew he would never run down that road ever again. He was out here, in the freedom he knew he so longed deserved ever since he left his past of his recent owners abusing him. He preferred it out here, the nature, all the birds and mice he could eat, the ability to run forever without stopping, no laws and physics of a cat clan, rather he knew he would never want to join one, instead, just roam freely, meet new cats and try his best to gain friends, and so far, amazingly, he had seen a few cats, just never went close enough to socialize.

He enjoyed it mostly when cats approached him, he loved kittens, he loved to play, even though he was a teenager going on to adulthood, this cat was still a kitten at heart, and adored the ability and chances to play, yet sadly, he had not gotten those chances ever since he was left out here in the outdoor world. Instead, he lives his life roaming streets, paths and houses in search of food and friendships, which he hoped someday to obtain. His mind darted with memories as his bushy tail coiled around his rump, before he began to groom his silky smooth coat, which was still in tip top condition.

Ears flattened before he looked around noticing a smooth layout of grass, his best bet was to explore more and maybe get something to satisfy his hunger. Giving a twitch of his fluffy tail, the Maine Coon cross leapt from the wall before darting along the grass quite comfortably, there was no human or other cat in side to shoo him away for whatever reason it so be. His heart pounding within his chest as his slender frame soon reduced his speed to a friendly walk, tail whipped up now in the air behind him, his admiringly long fur coat waving so elegantly, Bailey took himself along the grass before a path with a few stairs led to the streets, the way he just came.

Yet he happily strode along it before settling himself down again to a sitting position, eyes peering for life, and to Bailey, this was just a day like any other day.

[robin]

The town of Chershire was not an outstanding town. It didn't have any amazing features, or anything that encouraged humans to flock to the small village from lands afar just to sight-see. All in all, it was quite plain really. A single stray cat was strolling through the streets. His intentions were questionable, he wasn't exactly sure what had drawn him to Chershire. Maybe he knew some humans liked cats and he was instinctively pursuaded to go along the small sandy path. Or perhaps he was just looking for other felines. Robin hadn't had much fun in a while. Whatever the reasons, he was there. Fate, or instincts or fun. He was still trotting along, his gold eyes fixed ahead. The older kitten's long spotty legs moved surprisingly swiftly, as he made his way past rows and rows of almost identical houses. Humans were wierd, why on Venus did they want to live in those stuffy old things?

In contrast, he was free. Free to wander the streets of Nenbrook, free to do whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Nothing was vital. Everything was completely his choice. Robin Quickwhisker glanced around the area, searching for, well, whatever. A small keen nose picked up the fresh scent of another cat in the air. A tom; by the smells of it. Progressing quickly, the feline eyed the wall on which he was perched. He bunched his leg muscles, and leapt into the air. He seemed to be doing quite a lot of climbing and jumping recently, with the tree, and the mountain, and the cafe... He soared through the air, and felt some hard brick under his pads. Robin furiously scrabbled with his back claws, and reached up with his front limbs, trying to get a grip of the wall. He felt his orange body slip back down, but he struggled for another few moments, before sliding back down to before. The cat stepped rapidly back, and then, with his golden-yellow eyed fixed on his target ahead, he bounded a couple of pounces before he sprang again. Robin felt the rough texture of the brick under the bottom of his pads. This time though, his paws were horizontal and poking up above the top of the wall. Pushing himself up, he sat down, smiling.

"Hia," he called, still grinning as he spotted a longhaired cat on the grass below. With a swift leap, he was down beside him. At least the descent was a lot easier than the climbing upwards. His paws quickly skimmed across the green blades, not taking the time to wonder whether it was safe, or a good idea at all. "I'm Robin. Robin Quickwhisker in fact. So, what's your name?" He sat down on the emerald plants, curling his long short-haired tail around his paws, flicking it slightly at the end. He thought for a moment. Who knew who or what he could find here? Well, he hadn't encountered anything like this in Nenbrook before. It was a good experience. New, but still good. Robin couldn't helo being glad he wasn't in one of those stuffy houses, or even on his own in the park, or the woods. He had missed the small neighbourhood he had used to reside in though, this was a sweet reminder of his previous home. His body language was casual, not meaning to offend this new cat.

[carlia]

The little grey kitten padded softly through the bushes in the human gardens, ears pricked for the slightest sound. Bugs, rushing away at his approaching pawsteps. Birds, twittering at the tops of trees, flapping away. His bush met a wall, and he nimbly jumped up to the top, looking around, hazel eyes flashing in the sunlight. This isn't it... I don't remember this at all. Tail twitched, hanging off the wall, forming a hook-like shape. Leaf had tried to come back to his home, with the baby and the couple, and even the grandma. He wouldn't try to stay, of course- life on the out side felt nice. But he wanted to see how Robin was doing. The last he had seen off the pink, writhing ball of screaming lungs, it had been strangely and horribly quiet.

Maybe he would stay with them, hang around until the disapproving grandmother went away, then go back and watch the little human kitten. But it was nice to be free, outside. He put his ears back again, and stared at the wall. As it was topped with smooth tile, he could drag his claw along the little pathways made of grout. Another thing that might be taken away if he stayed civilized- his claws. His mother had talked to them all about the various things that humans did to animals- not because she liked them, but because she wanted to educate her children in every possible way. He had already been fixed- but he didn't want to think about that. This is confusing. I want to watch the baby, but I also like it out here, and I just couldn't do that with the couple. Speckled eyes rose, surveying the unfamiliar area. But first I need to get there. One thing at a time, Leaf.

He stood up, and stretched, reaching out with his forelegs, feeling the stretch, then stretched his hind legs, one at a time, idly enjoying the sun on his fur. He jumped into the next yard, landing easily on his feet. This one wasn't kept as well as the last, though it was by no means ugly. Leaf couldn't think of anything green as ugly. Slipping back in to the bushes- he liked the bushes, even if they did sometimes have thorns- he went through the yard. Over another wall. Through another yard. Repeating this, occasionally crossing a street or an alleyway, perhaps to get out of the way of a pet dog.

Sighing, he sat down on another wall, which, strangely enough, looked quite a bit like the one he had stretched on, taking a break from all his wanderings. This was really getting monotonous. Then his ear twitched, over sized head swiveled to look off to the right. Was that...? Yes, it was. Other cats. He caught the last of what the orange one said- Robin Quickwhisker? He had the same name as the baby! Smiling, the little grey dropped down and trotted over. It might have been more daring then he normally was, but anybody named Robin Leaf automatically liked. It was such a nice name, like a bird, a harmless baby bird.

Opening his mouth in a silent meow, Leaf wagged his tail wildly, not an annoyed twitch, but a happy wag, more like a dog's wagging than a cat's. That was the greeting that he had used with his parents and brother and sisters. Hopefully these cats understood that, too.

[bailey]

ooc;; I apologize for it being short. D:

Bailey hadn't expected company, yet his nose picked up the scent before turning his head to see a tom approaching. His tail flicked before a smile grew on his face. "Hia," He watched as he came closer, he was about to speak yet the tom spoke again. "I'm Robin. Robin Quickwhisker in fact. So, what's your name?" Robin, it sounded quite 'free' like a bird, and already Bailey was quite happy to have company. "Hi there Robin! My name is Bailey Longcut. But you can just call me Bailey." the teen spoke clearly, presenting his manners of course.

"It's nice to meet you!" He gave a slight nod of his head in a gestured bow before picking up the scent of another. So many cats, and Bailey couldn't believe it. His smile stayed firm as he watched in the distance as another approached, yet, he said nothing, and Bailey managed to pick up the 'silent' meow in terms, he understood in a way as the mannerism of the flicking tail of the other seemed to show he was happy and it appeared as a greeting. Bailey had the intelligence to pick up such small things like this, and he respected the others silence so simply gave a nod to him.

"Hey there! My name is Bailey and this is Robin!" His bushy tail flicked up again before Bailey stood, looking to Robin with a proud smile before back to the other guest. He had just met Robin and this new guest, and already he felt like he'd known them his entire life, Bailey was just so excited and of course, being a teenager, it seemed to flow through him still like a happy kitten. His golden hazel blended eyes showing the happiness and he knew they would be able to pick it up easily.

[carlia]

[OOC/ I apologize for being so late. And it's short. And blah. =X]

Smiling, Leaf looked at the long haired tabby, who had come up to introduce himself. Bailey. That was a nice name, too. It sounded like bay leaf. Leaf. Leaf smiled, amused that he had found such a connection between their names, in a kittenish way. And the other cat's name was Robin. Briefly, he wondered how the baby was doing, but then he brushed that thought away. This is a cat, not the baby, Leaf! he chastised himself. Again, he glanced between the two, realizing that he needed to introduce himself. Opening his mouth in another silent miaow, he raised his left paw, and patted the air quickly. Wait.

With that, he turned and bounded over to the bushes, and, ignoring the thorns that were in this particular species of shrub, he plucked a leaf. Turning around, he trotted back to the two other cats, tail waving high. It had worked before, hopefully it would work again. He put the leaf on the ground and pawed at it, pushing it around delicately with sheathed paws, thinking about he should probably carry a leaf around with him at all times, just for this purpose. Looking at his paws, he realized they were rather dirty, a dusty brown instead of their usual pristine white, although he should have realized that, after roving through numerous backyards and alleyways.

Idly, he glanced around, looking at the surrounding area. There was the brick wall he had jumped off of, a large block from the other yard. He didn't get that. Why throw up a wall, where you could knock it down and have double the space? Well, I'm sure they had a good reason to, he thought, determined not to judge the humans that put up the wall just because of that one thing. Then there were the bushes, and the trees- it was late summer, the colours were starting to turn, from summer green to a dash of autumnal reds, oranges and golds every so often. A little colour for the monotonous leafy greens.

[robin]

The orange cat was quite content, sitting on the grass and examining the area. It was kind of weird, Robin had expected much more human life in a place like this. Shrugging subtly, he turned back to the tom he had just encountered. Relaxing, he scented the air, welcoming in the pleasant aroma of flowers in the garden. Accompanied, of course by his scents, and the distinct smell of this other tom. Oh, and something else too? He ignored the other smell, it must be a pet cat, owned by humans, quite a while away. Robin twisted his spotty cranium back around to the tom, his ears pointing, interested towards him. "Bailey, hmm? It's nice, me likes it. You know, there is a story behind the name. Well, kinda. My mother had a thing about birds, and well, we all ended up with bird names! We were all thankful that she hadn't chosen a 'pigeon'!" His voice was light and springy, welcoming in a conversation with this cat.

Grinning, he swept his gaze around the garden, noticing the cat he had scented earlier. He was a kitten too, but unlike Bailey and himself he wasn't orange, but grey with light green eyes. He listened as Bailey greeted him, remaining silent for once in his life. Robin tilted his head slightly, confused. Why was this cat wagging its tail around like a crazy thing? Robin let out a quiet mew. "Meow?" The tom hadn't meant to, but sometimes he lacked the ability to hold back the feline mews that built up inside him. Nature, he rolled his eyes subtly. He decided to pretend that it was on purpose, smiling at the grey tom. Still happy enough, he listened as Bailey introduced himself, and Robin. "At your service, sir," he meowed comically, dipping his head and leaning down in a mock bow. He wasn't anything important, he didn't really have a social status to uphold, so he might as well try and make these new cats laugh.

Still confused, Robin's gold eyes tracked the grey tom as he let out another silent mew, before requesting (again, inaudibly) that they would wait, and dashing over to a bush. Now, what was he doing? Robin felt himself getting slightly irratated. Why couldn't he just speak to them? Why did this cat have to go into a crazy game of charades? It all seemed pointless in his eyes. Robin was a cat who could easily get bored, but he tried to calm down. There was obviously a reason for all of this, the grey and white tom didn't seem all that stupid. "A leaf? Well done Mr.White Boots, you completed the Treasure Hunt." Robin Quickwhisker rolled his yellowy gold eyes, before trying to discover the real meaning of the grey cat's actions. "Oh, right. Your name is Leaf? Ah. Maybe, you've lost your voice or something? That happened to me once. I found it again in a couple of hours," the orange kitten's voice was still light with humor. "It's handy your name isn't Eagle, then, isn't it? I'd love to see you bring us one of those!"

ooc :; Sorry, I completely forgot about this. x3

[bailey]

*Rolls in with muse train* :D

"Bailey, hmm? It's nice, me likes it. You know, there is a story behind the name. Well, kinda. My mother had a thing about birds, and well, we all ended up with bird names! We were all thankful that she hadn't chosen a 'pigeon'!" He listened with a flick of his ear before giving a faint laugh to the idea of being called 'Pigeon'. Filthy creatures. But still, Bailey found his name a suitable and easy filling name to be greeted as. "Meow?" An average meow. Amazingly, Bailey himself rarely did meow. Come to think about it. He never had meowed ever since his recent owners just left him out here. "At your service, sir," The greeting seemed quite posh and simple, and Bailey couldn't help but respond with another little chuckle. Something about Robin made him laugh so much.

The peculiar behavior of the gray interested him, he watched as all the movements of him seem to sink into his mind. As he lifted his paw, Bailey instantly knew he was telling them to wait there. As he darted off and returned, he was quite curious as to why he bought a leaf, and was patting it softly with his not so clean white pads. It took a moment before Bailey realized intentionally what this kitten was trying to say, and it was not until Robin had spoken that he too got the idea he was trying to explain his name. Leaf... Bailey ran over the thought in his mind before he returned to watching the gray kitten, and also back to Robin with curiosity of his reactions. He could tell he was getting tense and impatient.

"A leaf? Well done Mr.White Boots, you completed the Treasure Hunt." Bailey couldn't help but give a small little laugh to this, it was cute as well as from the funny tones from Robin, but Bailey meant no harm to 'Leaf' in anyway. "Oh, right. Your name is Leaf? Ah. Maybe, you've lost your voice or something? That happened to me once. I found it again in a couple of hours," True, it happened to him too. But on one occasion, he actually lost it for over a week, and he was worried it would never return, but it did, luckily ."It's handy your name isn't Eagle, then, isn't it? I'd love to see you bring us one of those!"

Bailey let out a laugh before shaking his head to the humor of which Robin held so much of. "I'd like to see YOU try." Bailey repelled back before moving over to Leaf a little. "Well it's nice to meet you Leaf." Giving a faint bow of the head before picking up the leaf. "Maybe we should stick it to you so you wont have to go running around for one." an idea which randomly seemed to burst out of his head, but it would be a lot better than running around and finding them, what happened if poor Leaf couldn't find a leaf to introduce himself as. To this, Bailey sat and thought for a moment before remembering he still wore his old collar. Intentionally, he had no interest in the thing, and it took a moment for him to attempt to unclip it with his teeth before he placed it on the floor.

"Here. If you wear this with a Leaf attached. You can easily pet it to refer to your name." He was quite glad with the idea, but it was up to Leaf if he wanted it. Bailey fiddled a little bit with the leaf, piercing it easily onto the collar's ring which once held a tag. He lifted it up once he had finished into his jaws and shrugged in offering. "Up to you. What do you think Robin?" ideas where always best shared, and of course, Bailey just believed it to be so much easier than running around to grab a leaf then when you could have one on you all the time. "I suppose you'd just have to replace it in time when it gets worn or something." Just an idea. But he was pretty proud of his intelligence right now.

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Admin's Note on November 1st: This thread is being archived as a result of the thread clear-out. If anyone wishes to continue it, let me know and we can possibly bring it back. In the meantime, let's say that:
-The three talk and laugh a bit more together
-Fairly happy, easygoing mood, etc.