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Post by Solaris on Apr 6, 2023 0:49:37 GMT
Day 4 of Fire Moon 2021 Base of the Boulder
Fire Moon 2021
Day 4 | Greenleaf
As Crackle continues their unsuccessful search for Roots’s whereabouts, they meet another cat.
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Post by Solaris on Apr 6, 2023 0:54:18 GMT
|  | Crackle (Bio)
39 Moons | They/them | Rogue
Fire 4, 2021 - chishio |
| Crackle crouched at the base of the Rocky Outcropping, keeping an eye out for any birds perched on stones or pecking aimlessly at the dry, barren soil beneath. Unfortunately for them, there wasn’t any prey nearby; their scent picked up no recent trace, and their ears only heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. The heat was miserable enough as well, sticking to their fur like hot sap, so adhesive that they could hardly separate their paws from the ground. Panting did no good, rolling in dirt was useless, even the classic and tried sleeping under a tree’s shade was ineffective at best.
The worst part was that the heat’s oppressiveness had lasted for days now. Much too many days. Days spent away from Foxy, from the family, from home. Home. The word dissolved in their mouth with a metallic bite. In the moons since Roots left, the air around the tunnel was tense. Restrained. The first moon, they thought Roots would return.
But it never did!
And that’s why they were here at the Outcropping now. It was one of the last traces of their scent. It was undeniable evidence of Roots’s presence, headed around this direction when they wordlessly left home and headed down in the direction. But wherever the scent trail led, it was long gone now, rinsed away by the rain.
As they turned to head back home, they froze at the sight of another cat. |
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Post by chishio on Apr 6, 2023 1:21:10 GMT
Spottedfrost | 18 Moons | He/Him
It isn't often Spottedfrost comes to the moor. The wide-open space makes it easier for other cats to spot you, let alone predators. With the sun overhead, it feels like a desert. At least he's not a fluffy cat. Truly, seasons like these would be horrible. Even with the limited amount of fluff on his body, he can feel his skin seemingly melting away. Today, he does not have a particular reason for coming here. He has no clues to where his siblings have gone, no idea where the twolegs took his parents, so he only has himself to rely on now. Might as well explore the lands he's gotten stuck on - and stay away from the place housecats linger. Spottedfrost does not want to become a twoleg's pet. Nor does he want to meet the same fate as his family.
As he slowly meanders through the rocks, tail held high, it is not long before he spots a stranger. Spottedfrost does not know this cat, but they look like they're struggling through the heat. Crouched down, if cats could sweat that cat would be doing it. They look like they've spotted a ghost.
"You okay over there?" He questions, why does this cat look like they've never seen anyone else before?
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Post by Solaris on Apr 8, 2023 4:18:04 GMT
| | Crackle (Bio)
39 Moons | They/them | Rogue
Fire 4, 2021 - chishio |
| “I didn’t hear you coming through this way,” responded Crackle, regaining their ability to move after the panic dissipated. They kept a wary distance from the car. Truly, they hadn’t heard the crunch of gravel of pawsteps, let alone catch another cat scent. They must have been real deep in thought, huh… They eyed the cat up and down, and then leaned in for a brief whiff. A greeting, all things considered. Best to keep the interaction as friendly as possible. “I don’t believe I got your name? I’m Crackle.”
“Are you a traveler around the moor? I haven’t think seen you around before,” they asked, their expression furrowed as they tried placing the cat’s face. Nothing clicked in their head, so it must have been someone they didn’t know. “I know my way around the moor decent enough, and I’m pretty good at remembering faces. I would know if I’d met you.”
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