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Post by Solaris on Mar 5, 2023 3:40:54 GMT
Thunder 7, 2021 | Riley Loon had grown accustomed to the oak forest after a few quarter-moons of wandering around with Ducky. Some parts of the forest looked almost identical, what with every direction having some variation of a deciduous tree like oak or sycamore or birch somewhere. But she began picking out landmarks and giving them names like the Owl Nest Tree or the Bramble Bushes.
The Bramble Bushes was popular with rodents. And on a hot day like today, Loon wasn’t in the mood for a big chase. She strolled her way over there, making sure she knew the way back to Ducky. She had never found herself seriously lost in the forest, and she didn’t want that experience either.
As she padded out of a fern bush and lifted a muzzle to catch stray scents, a sharp yelp took her attention. Curious and concerned about the sound, she swept a gaze around the area until her eyes landed on a bramble bush. Sure enough, there was a cat twisted inside the bush, a nasty trail of thorns embedded in her fur. The sight of it made Loon wince.
She hurried over to help. As Loon spoke, she tried angling her head so that her jaws could clamp over a bramble branch without any of the thorns stabbing her face. “Hey, hey. Don’t move. If you keep squirming around, the thorns will only get in your fur deeper.”
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Post by Solaris on Mar 12, 2023 15:08:47 GMT
Thunder 7, 2021 | Riley “Hey! I’m only trying to help,” she said. Though normally she would run from a threatening cat, unwilling to get into an unnecessary spat, this cat’s growls sounded more like pitiful, pained mews more than anything else. The cat kept wrapping themself even further into the bramble bush, and Loon almost had to avert her eyes, no doubt aware of how painful the thorns must be.
Loon evaded the cat’s aggressive thrashing to position her teeth over a branch entangled in their fur. Biting down hard, she snapped it in two. The cat wasn’t yet free from the bush, but at least they had more breathing room. She turned to the cat, making sure to hold direct eye contact. From this angle, she had a better look at them. They were a cream-colored tabby with yellow eyes. Nothing about their expression came off as hard or intimidating.
“Stop moving around so much. You’re going to get more stuck,” she cautioned and tried looking for more ways to help the cat. There were still other branches dug into the cat’s fur. Maybe if she distracted them enough, they would feel less distressed about their predicament. “I’m Loon, by the way. What’s your name?”
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Post by Riley on May 22, 2023 0:07:16 GMT
The she-cat pulled herself around, letting Poppy see her at the same time as she growled that she was only trying to help. She looked young, about Poppy's age, but Poppy knew age didn't equal skill. The thing that put her mildly at ease was that the stranger didn't have any scars on her pelt. Even a good fighter would have SOME scars. So that the she-cat didn't have any meant she wasn't one 5o get into violent confrontations. Poppy didn't relax all the way, muscles still clenched and trembling, but she did stop thrashing. The she-cat introduced herself as Loon, and Poppy tried for a pained smile. "Th-That's a pretty name." she meowed. It was more of a squeak, really. "I... I'm called Poppy."Was it smart to give her real name? Poppy wasn't sure, but she didn’t want to lie to the cat who went out of their way to help her. Solaris
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Post by Solaris on Jun 4, 2023 1:30:39 GMT
Thunder 7, 2021 | Riley When Poppy stopped struggling against the bramble branches, Loon gently dug her teeth at the scruff of her neck. She heaved, leaning on her leg strength to pull Poppy out of the bush. By the time she was done, and her muscles creaked from the straining effort, she breathed a sigh of relief. “You were as stiff as a rock, Poppy. Relax! Next time you get stuck in a bramble bush, you have to remember to relax.”
If there was one thing Ducky taught her, Loon thought ironically, it was that relaxing was a great way to relieve tension and to escape thorny bushes. Such a principle described Ducky’s entire personality.
“How’d you get in that predicament, anyway?” She gestured to the bush.
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