Trial & Error |Robin|

[yoyo]

Why hadn’t she ever decided to visit the woods before? It was really nice, and she could also practice hunting. She didn’t even know how to hunt, so she needed lots and lots of practice. Maybe she didn’t come here before because she never really had time to even think about coming here let alone making the trek to this place? Well, it wasn’t that long of a trip to the woods, but it still took time… Anyway. Between saving some poor, helpless scrap of fur(also known as Sable Frozenleaf) at the old road, stealing food and then escaping from Chocolate’s house with Moon, trying to hunt rats with Thunder at the barn, celebrating her birthday, entertaining a kitten at the pumpkin patch, and then going to this mountainous-looking-place after causing havoc at the market… Wow, how did she even find time to breath?

Well, that was all well and good. But she had been really tired lately; Maybe she just needed to rest for a while and relax…Was she going to do that? Of course not! There were still way too many things she needed to do, people she had to meet, and places she needed to go. And none of that could wait for a silly thing like ‘relaxing’ or ‘taking a nap!’ Plus, sitting there doing nothing was boring. Why would you relax when you could be out having fun? It was like comparing the weight of a hippo to a mouse. Speaking of mice…

Juniper wasn’t having a very successful hunting trip at the moment, and she was getting frustrated. Apparently, that chicken she had caught at the farm had been a combination of two kinds of luck: Dumb and beginner’s. She’d never really hunted before that, but afterwards she had been to a barn and tried hunting with Thunder… Needless to say, that went poorly. She hadn’t caught a blasted thing. Maybe she just wasn’t cut out for this whole hunting thing. She would probably be much happier just scavenging human food, but… The rush of adrenaline she got when hunting was addicting, her heart pounding in her chest as she stalked her prey. She wanted to feel those feelings, and the only one missing was satisfaction at getting the kill. But instead, she got frustration.

For the… She wondered what number she was on, and settled for googolplex. For the googolplexiath time, the mouse got away from her. She hissed in her frustration. Stupid vermin! Why couldn’t they just calmly accept their death?! It would be the ‘noble’ thing to do, right? Her stomach growled at her in hunger, urging her to hurry up and catch something. She hissed back at it. ”I’m trying!” She exclaimed, and sat down, her tail twitching back and forth angrily. She hadn’t ever been hungry since Moon had come and saved her from the road. She had, of course, wanted food periodically, but she had never actually been really hungry since that day where she started her life as a stray. Thinking about how far she’d come from that day cheered her up a little, but not very much.

Gone too far
To turn back.

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Lyrics: Rumored Nights by The Academy Is...

[robin]

A small, slick shape twisted around the towering foliage, his gold eyes flicking around the forest with exceptional interest. He had already been to the forest before, but this seemed a different area than his previous visit. Robin wondered whether he could try and hunt sometime. He might be able to tackle a small mouse, or something similar. The orange kitten wanted to attempt something like that - but there didn't seem any prey nearby. He continued, pawstep after pawstep, swiftly finding his way through the undergrowth. What had made him stray into the forest again anyway? Was it just the great memories he had of this place? Shrugging, he sat down and thought for a while. Well, he had been busy for a while. Perhaps it would be good for him to have a little break. The spotted kitten had dashed around a market place, zoomed around the woods with Dandi, met countless new cats, and climbed a gigantic mountain!

Although his paws itched slightly, like he wanted to keep going, running around like a crazy kitty, almost as if he just needed to keep his mind active and doing something: he lay down. His limbs stretched, and his tail twitched slowly. Robin opened his jaw in a long yawn, displaying his tiny white teeth. In contrast to his usual energetic temperament, the spotted tom did like to have a little relaxation once in a while. This seemed an appropiate time. Robin's orange ears flicked quickly around as he heard a rustle - it wasn't a mouse or any other small rodent. It was bigger, more like a cat. Making up his mind to find out what it was, he prepared himself. Purring pleasantly as he flexed his claws. What was wrong with a speedy greeting anyways? He stumbled upwards to his paws, and trotted forward a few brisk paces.

The skinny cat noticed a smaller movement - like a mouse dashing away from a feline in a feeble attempt of escape. His eyes picked up a small movement of silver, and a voice buzzed in his ears. He pinpointed where the she cat was, and pushed through the verdant bushes. "Life. Fustrating, isn't it?" His chuckle was light, and happy as Robin tried to cheer this only-slightly-older cat up. She seemed a little stressed. From hunting, perhaps? He silently examined her. She was a silver tabby, with hazel eyes. She was quite pretty, really. But of course, the little Quickwhisker didn't care. Why should appearences bother him? Robin grinned, and mewed an introduction. "Guurreentings. I am Robin Quickwhisker. At your service, miss." He stretched out his 'greetings' and pronounced his name like 'Roo-bin Kew-ick-whisker.' His voice was happy and comical, smiling throughout.

Robin wondered whether he should try and hunt after he had spoken to this tabby. Maybe they could work together.. It seemed as if she had been hunting not long ago. It was possible that two would be better. He could always just scare their target and she could hide, ready to pounce when it was least expecting it? Or vice versa. Robin wasn't fussy.

ooc:; I feel like that's a really bad post from me - sorry. Dx

[yoyo]

The silver tabby sat there quietly, wondering why other cats made this simple task look so easy. All they did was choose a mouse, bunch up their muscles, push off the ground and BAM! Dead mouse. Their speed made the mice seem like penguins waddling across the ice. And if the cat, for whatever reason, alerted the aforementioned penguins, they only increased their pace slightly, as if they were straining their muscles to waddle away from a threat, or eagerly run over to greet their mates who had gone fishing. Still the cat, nine times out of ten, would catch the silly, defenseless penguins, er, mice. This only infuriated her more, made her more frustrated, for how could something that seemed so easy, like, for example, taking a stroll down to Shire Market, be so damn hard for her?

She angrily liked one of her paws, quite violently, really, as she went over the memory of watching a cat catch a mouse. It had been when she was living with those nice humans, her first human family, actually. She had been watching a cat in another backyard through a hole in the white, American-dream-house style picket fence. The she-cat had apparently been a stray for most of her life, and was a little rusty, but still knew the fundamentals of mice catching. After watching the brilliant display, Juniper had asked the kind bob-tail to teach her the fine art of mouse catching. Unfortunately, before she could start Hunting 101, the she-cat’s family moved away, taking her with her.

Juniper sighed and contemplated just going to the dump, but she immediately reprimanded herself at the thought. She wasn’t a quitter! Either she got food by killing a mouse or she got none at all and starved. All or nothing! She sprang to her overly-washed paws just as the orange tabby tom appeared. She blinked in confusion a few times. The appearance of the other feline had made her snap out of thinking about her determination and how she was going to go about getting food. Then, grabbing once again a somewhat loosened hold on the events of now, the reality in front of her, she listened to him speak.

Roobin Kewkwhisker? Did he have some weird accent from some far-off land that contained creatures Juniper had never even dreamed about? Perhaps he was trying to pronounce Robin. But wasn’t that something of a she-cat’s name? It was distinctly feminine, to Juniper at least. She swallowed, picking up his joking tone and realizing that he was probably not from some mystic land with weird accents. She smiled at him, deciding to return his joking tone. All in the name of fun, of course.

”I’m Juniper Stormfeather, though, I have to ask, isn’t Robin a girl’s name?”

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[robin]

Some cat's lives were simple. They consisted of an organized timetable of events, everything planned out. The same, day after day. Generally, they were made up of three common actions. Eat, Toilet, Sleep. Eat, Toilet, Sleep. Eat. Toilet. Sleep. Obviously, the more dominant thing was sleeping. House cats could sometimes sleep for hours and hours on end, with nothing better to do. Mostly house cats. Obviously, the little spotty orange kitten was not one of those cats. He twisted his head to the side slightly as the silver tabby she cat began to speak. Momentarily, he forgot the feline's name, and withdrew slightly at her comment. He continued to smile, despite what she had said, and instantly conjured up an excuse. "Naww, course not! Well, it can be. Not usually though... Honest. It's not the boyestest name in the whole entire history of the universe and forever and ever. But it's not girly!" Robin finished his short speech with a chuckle.

His mind drifted over to what she had said before that. Juniper Stormfeather? Coolio. he thought, What was a juniper anyways? A plant, or rock of some sort? He shrugged it off. The kitten took the time to do a quick 360 of the area, scanning the horizon for any signs of anything interesting. Robin had pretty much calculated why she was fustrated by now. Hunting. His gold eyes targeted a rustle in a bush, but after scented the air he decided there was nothing there much worth his time. The wind buffeted his fur slightly, and he twisted his orange body around so that his fur was blowing behind him. The breeze wasn't strong, but the autumn wind was enough to blow his fur around a bit. He felt a small pang of hunger, and looked around once again. Robin couldn't help feeling that he would be hopeless at hunting, but at least he could rest assured that Juniper wouldn't be utterly amazing either.

His eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, and he swished his tail around rapidly. The young cat hummed a weird theme tune under his breath and sprang upwards suddenly. "Juniper!" he deepened his voice comically. It didn't strike him that what he was doing was completely and utterly weird, and if it did he wouldn't care. "We have a very secret mission on our hands... Urh, paws." He spun around suspiciously. "Our challenge is to... Catch. A. Mouse!" Why was the little Quickwhisker acting like a crazy spy on top-secret mission? I don't know. Neither did he. Well, the only explaination he would be able to imagine would probably be 'Urrm, because I feel like it?'.

Robin flashed a toothy grin at Juniper, wondering whether she'd play along. He knew he was a complete an utter genius. Want to have an amazingly fun time AND get some tasty food all at the same time? Learn it from the master.

Lessons are available at 11am on Sunday Mornings in the Pumpkin Patch. Call 'ROBIN KEEW-ICK-WHISKA' if you want to be involved. Thank you for taking the time to read this advetisement.

ooc:; Gosh I think I'm as crazy as Robin! xD Ignore the last bit. :3

[yoyo]

Juniper really didn’t mean for the comment to offend him, it was really just the first thing that came to her mind; It was more of a joke, really. She liked the cat’s attitude, well, so far, anyway. Based on first impressions. But, well, first impressions could be wrong. Like when she and Sable first met… What a disaster! She could compare that to an animal trapped inside of a cage, being ridiculed by the same human, until one day, the animal escaped, and got it’s revenge. Of course, Juniper hadn’t had revenge in mind when she, well, spoke her mind to Sable, more like… Justice? It’s probably the closest word in the English language that she could think of that was something like what she was feeling, what she wanted to do. Well, the cat had showed his true colors later on, but that’s a story for another day.

”Mmhmm. Well, oh well, I guess there’s boy and girl Robins, so Robins can be a girl or a boy. Did that make any sense? What I mean is… Erm… Actually, this is getting kind of confusing, let’s talk about something else, but I guess what I‘m saying is that Robin can be a boy‘s name too, I guess, so I agree,” She said, and laughed. She wasn’t sure about whether she was laughing at her own stupidity or how the tom, who she reckoned was right around her age, talked the way he did. Either way, the entire situation just seemed funny to her, so she laughed. She momentarily forgot about her hunger, but it reminded her, a little like it was reprimanding her for forgetting, by growling. She was finished laughing at this point, and thus so her ears went back at the noise that her stomach produced. Ugh, like she needed to be reminded that she was hungry! Well, maybe she did, but it wasn’t like she wanted to be reminded or anything.

The hungry silver tabby’s eyes widened at Robin’s new voice. It amused her, but she didn’t say anything, waiting to hear what he had to say. ”A secret mission!” She blurted out with enthusiasm. Sounded like a challenge! And fun! Both of which she was very eager to do; Hunger didn’t play in a factor. In fact, she was disappointed that Robin announced that this uberly secret mission was that they had to catch a mouse. Oh well, now she had the help that she needed to get some food. And afterwards they could go on a better uberly secret mission! Perhaps they could annoy that stupid farmer who always yelled things at you when you stole stuff from him if he caught you. Or maybe cause some mischief down at the human houses. Being a misfit really had some advantages.

”Wait! Let’s have code names,” Juniper said, and as she said it, she immediately knew what she wanted her ‘code name’ to be. ”Just call me… ‘Storm,’” She informed Robin, remembering the nickname that her humans had given her. They seemed more fond of calling her Storm than her real name, Juniper, but it was still a good name. She wasn’t sure how she looked like a ‘Storm’ to them; Was it her fur color? Personality? What? Oh well. The mysteries of what goes on in humans’ heads are best left to humans themselves. ”What’s yours?” She asked, eager to hear someone call her ‘Storm’ again.

[robin]

The spotty orange cat was not easily offended. He was more of a 'shrug it off, it was probably just a joke anyway' kind of cat. Robin's gold eyes were still lit up with life and interest in the situation. The young tom was enjoying this little meeting so far. He really liked Juniper so far. He tended to trust first impressions, unlike most. Robin had already noticed she was about his age, which increased his trust. It was also great to find a cat who shared the same crazy life as him, even as they reached maturity. He did feel immature at times, but that wasn't gonna bother him yet. Although he was starting to develop som adultish worries. Was he ever going to settle down, find a permanent home? He had heard of cats who had found a small cave or empty den, and simply moved in with a mate and kits. Then, he or she would live there for the remainder of their lives. Robin would love that. Although he enjoyed exploring - he had always dreamed of finding a place to live, with plenty of places to hunt, and play.

Robin Quickwhisker found it hard to understand as she explained how she agreed with him. But, he smiled, and pretended he was following the crazy speech. He just shrugged and nodded when it had finished, understanding the last few words. So, what to do next? He would love to go on a super secret mission after the smaller mouse catching mission. He decided to leave it for now and possibly ask if Juniper had any ideas later. Grinning for some odd reason, he remembered his trip to the Shire Market. He had met a grey tabby tom named Coon, who was quite older than him. Coon had started throwing ice cream at these humans, and then because of some strange accident they ended up in a burning building! Robin wondered whether his fur was still visibly burnt. Probably not. He was glad, at least, he had managed to escape.

Estatic energy surged through his limbs, and he resisted from leaping up and down on the spot. He hadn't had a good excersize for ages, and was more than ready to have some fun whilst hunting. Juniper seemed to like the idea as well, because she looked almost as enthusiastic as Robin was himself. The little Quicwhisker was getting hungry. The last time he had a meal was yesterday, when he found some ham on the street. It was incredibly weird, this place. He couldn't believe how different it was than the life he used to live. Robin was almost embarrassed now, embarrased because of the fact he used to be a human pet. The only reason for his existance was that he could entertain the peoples. Now, he had cats he could call friends, and he was actually much happier. It was amazing how friendly most of the cats were here. Utterly fantastic and uber brilliant.

"Code names!" The tom's voice exploded from his mouth in excitement. "Genius! We need code names if we're ever gonna get anywhere with this secret mission thing-a-ma-gig." He waited for a moment as she decided on her code name. "That's A-Okay Agent Storrmm." He purred out the word Storm, grinning. "Now, for me I have to be... Hmm." The young feline's brain whirred, conjuring a code name for himself. "I'll be Flight. You know, with the Robin, and it flies, and stuff..." his voice slowed down as he explained his code name exceptionally badly. He liked it though. He loved to image himself as swift, powerful, strong, smart. Like the flight of a giant hawk, or falcon of some sort. "Now then." He spoke quickly, scenting the air. Lowering his body to the groud, the rapidly padded over to a large bush. He peered through a hole between the branches, and noticed a small mouse, crouching beneath a tree. The line of bushes was impossible to get through, and too high to leap over.

"Well if you can't go over it, you can't go under it, you can't go through it... You gotta go through the door!" he whispered in a strange rythmn. Robin chuckled quietly. He was still in earshot of Juniper, so she probably heard his song. "But if you can't go through the door, going 'round it seems a pretty good alternative." The gold eyed cat stepped quietly to the end of the row of bushes, and peered around the corner. Silently, he beckoned Juniper with his tail. His round eyes were locked on the mouse. It was still quite a while away. He thought of what he could do. Well, he could simply walk across the bare ground towards the creature, but then there would be a chance that it would spot him. Or, he could twist into the shadows below the trees, but then he'd risk stepping on a twig or tripping over a stone. A super secret deviously hard challenge of ultimate evilness!

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Admin's Note on November 27th: This thread is being archived due to inactivity, sorry. We'll say that Robin and Juniper continue to play around and have some crazy fun times together, ending up friends.