J.u.s.t Anuhthuh [normal] day (Take 2!)

[shyfire]

It was the middle of night and the fog lined the ground making it impossible to see the road that one would walk on. The moon shined brightly like a second sun providing light for the nocturnal animals and things that existed along the ground and in the sky. Screeching could be heard from the sky. An owl of some sort called out to the others in replies to the songs of the crickets. The stars blinked to the rhythm of the sounds that surrounded all of life. A lone set of blue eyes glittered within the darkness. Nothing else could be seen of the creature that had the blue eyes. A pink tongue soon came out and licked a gray mouth. It had begun to step outside into the world of darkness and unpredictability. It was aware of its surroundings as two round half pyramid shaped pieces of skin rotated on its circular head. Pink tongue once again licked its lip by its blackened triangular nose. It had a gray and charcoal colored slender body and a rather long tail sitting upright on the end of his back. He had claws hidden within his short toes on his long legs. A long purr escaped from its throat as the creature gave a big sigh. It had a long enough nap and now it was time to go on the hunt. Immediately, its eyes became big as it tried to absorb all of the light that was emitted from the large moon that floated in the sky. It slowly walked forward through the foggy pathway, paws not making a sound. The tip of its tail twitched as it scanned the area with its massive blue eyes. This species was known as a feline. Or a cat if you will. It was a male tomcat still fully 'intact' if one understands that meaning. Not physically altered in anyway sexually or physically. He was the age of three years old or fifteen moons in cat talk, and was fully matured emotionally and sexually. Of course he did not let the testosterones control his actions in any way. He had time to practice that of course. He had grown up in this place and he would die in this place. That was his legacy. He would no longer be ruled by the hands of man. He would no longer be called some ones 'pet'. He was a free and wild animal never to be tamed. Suddenly, a snap of a twig caught his attention. Standing stock still, he used his night vision to catch the source of the sound. A small rustling noise came from a grassy patch nearby. Finally, the source of the noise revealed itself. A small field mouse came sneaking its way across a fogless patch of ground on its search for food. Sent to this place only because of traders ships hundreds of years ago, they do nothing for the ecosystem except to feed it. Forever would the be considered nothing but fodder for the predators that consider them food; the tomcat being one of them. It slowly snuck forward as it found a patch of shadows to hide in. As it crouched down, his breathing became slow and his eyes locked onto his target. The mouse continued to search for food not realizing that it had become a target for a lethal predator. As the mouse came closer to the predator, its senses finally kicked in but only too late. With one pounce and a squeak, the mouse was caught in the cats paws, and finally ended in his jaws. With several crunches, the mouse was down the gullet and in the stomach. A soft purr came from the throat as pink tongue licked the lips. Once again the cat remained on the move. With the sound of a mouse dying, it would attract possibly unwanted attention. And that was not necessarily always wanted. He kept his half pyramid ears rotating on his head as he kept the sonar on. Anyone could have been watching his hunt. His tail remained now aligned with his spine this time to keep lesser out of sight as much as possible even though the moon was still shining as brightly as before. This time he kept to the shadows even more to still remain out of sight. He could hear all the noises of the night and nothing else out of the ordinary. Still, he could not help being on guard. Especially at this time of the night.

[fernsilverweed]

Yawning slightly as the silver she-cat gazed up at the fully lit moon, she hoisted her petite feline body up and forced her front limbs forward in an uncontrolable stretch. Shaking the moss that had clung onto her tabby pelt after her attempt to sleep, her eyes adjusted to the scene before her. She sighed sweetly and only realized after awile that sleep would not take her tonight, she started on a late night walk. The fog was thick within the tightly knit forest trees and soft moisure formed on her sleek black nose. Sneezing once she continued her stray walk through the dark forest she knew as home. Abandoned about a month and a half ago, Fern never minded being away from humans, although she was afriad of the random moody tom, but she never enjoyed the company of humans. Especially after a female human threw her into a lake and left her to die...here in Nenwood.

Fern kept her ears pricked up and on alert. Not wanting to run into any late nght trouble, she walked cautiously but freely. Her grey pads brushed against the ground, only making the slightest of audible sound. She didn't really have any idea where she was going but the stinging scent of the blacktop, Old road reassured her she wasn't heading toward human territory. Stalking through the wet bushes, a startling thump and an ear-piercing sqeak ripped the dead silence. Feeling her muscles tense beneath her, her eyes widened to catch the slightest of movement. The fur on the back of her neck rose to an end. "Should I turn back?..." Fern had no idea what to do. Suddenly without notice, her legs started to pull the rest of her body through the bushes and onto the fog ridden road. Slowly stalking through the fog, she caught the slightest movement of a silver silohotte. A feline. Cautiously, she stepped foward as the cat kept walking. Furrowing her brows, she bounded toward the cat. She couldn't scent if the feline was a tom or a she-cat, but her kitten innocense kept her paws moving. Coming up on the feline, she came to a steady trot...until the animal turned to look at the silver she-cat. With her hair standing on end now, she nervously decided to speak. In a low whisper she mewed nervously, "It's l-late don't y-you think?..." Her emerald eyes tracing the silhotte and hoping the cat would not attack...

[shyfire]

Eyes shifted as anothers voice caught his attention. Whoever this cat was sounded a little scared. He snorted as he walked into the moonlight and eyed her with his blue eyes. I find it rather amusing that you think it is late outside when you are a nocturnal animal. Hmph. Others have different opinions of the night I guess. he said with his deep voice as he looked at the moon. Blinking a couple times, he sat down and faced here once more as he became curious about her. What was she doing in this sort of place at this time of night anyhow? He kept his thoughts to himself but still keeping an eye on the female.

I am Clover Blizzardstar. What might your name be?

Curious as to who this cat was, or where she even lived, he wished to get to know her a little more though he was still a little hesitant. He was not used to getting to trust cats right off of the bat. They usually had to earn his trust. But since she was here, he may as well be in conversation with her.

((Okay it was my first day at my new job. I am a dish washer and food prepper at a retirement facility and it was HECTIC today since I went head first into things and I am in pain from soreness in my back and shoulders and exhausted. So this post is a little museless. Sorry.))

[fernsilverweed]

Her lean, kitten muscles tensed again as the tom before her spoke in a deep voice. Listening closely to the cat now she relaxed and moved forward little by little to get a better picture of the tom. She got close enough to where the fog was no longer a problem to make out the brute infront of her. Her emerald eyes locked with his sapphire orbs and she couldn't help but cock her head to one side. Curious and mezmorized.

"Nocturnal...like a rat!?! I am no rat, tom and neither am I nocturnal." Fern rested her rump with a thud on the ground. Fern hated rats and to think of actually having something in common with them was putride. She couldn't keep her eyes off the tom's and when she could pry them away, she peered to the floor abashed.

Looking up slowly from the black top road to the tom before her, she registered his name. Clover Blizzardstar...nice name she thought but did not speak. Pricking her ears now to catch any sound of an oncoming animal, or worse, a car, she stated her name in a soft mew. "My name is Fern, Fern Silverweed. Why are you stalking so late at night? I mean most of the forest is sleeping by now...are you new?"

The kitten couldn't help but ask. She had been living in the forest for about a month and a half, and yet she had not made any real friends. Maybe she was a bit too young or too shy for everyone's taste.
Sighing, she looked up at Clover and smiled sheepishly. This cat interrested her and she wanted to get to now him better. After all he didn't seem to bad aof a cat.

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Admin's Note on November 27th: This thread is being archived due to inactivity, Clover's deletion and Fern becoming an NPC.