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Post by virgo on Apr 8, 2023 17:04:48 GMT
Soothawk Fire Moon 2021
Today the yellow eyed tom was running important errands, alone. His father stayed back at their den with the rest of his family to watch over them.
He was to go and gather feverfew.
Soothawk was no medicine cat. Yes, he had a vague knowledge of herbs and their uses. But what if the treatment he thought was best, wasn't right? The charcoal colored cat flicks his ears. The quiet russle of nearby prey under the forest underbrush catches his attention briefly.
No time to hunt now. Time was of the essence, and despite any insecurities he felt about this Soothawk must try something. Raventooth, Hollyfrost, and Leopardbark were all running fever. Their appetites also seemed to be fading too in the last two days. Soothawk could only grasp at what he assumed it may be, but he wasn't sure. Maybe they ate some bad food? Soothawk didn't wish to fathom what illness it could be.. His dark tail flicked with frustration for his racing thoughts. He can see the edge of the forest, nearing the two-leg place.
Soothawk crouched as he approached the fence, hips shifting as he prepared to leap. He makes it to the top and over the fence with little effort. His paws landing on the soft grass below. Being in the two-leg place made him nervous. But he pushed the feeling down as he swaggerd toward a garden, acting as if he belonged in this place (even though he did not.)
Now..where was that feverfew?
He's scanning the plants, a very thoughtful and somewhat confused look on his face.
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Post by Zesha on Apr 9, 2023 1:02:57 GMT
gato • they/them • 32 moons • kittypet • bioA large, fluffy gray cat lay in the garden under a bench. It had gotten too warm for them in the sunlight, Fire Moon’s warm daylight hours growing hotter by the day. Their eyes were half-closed as they dozed. This would be the last time they saw their twoleg and this garden for a while, as they were planning on heading back out into the moors and finally reaching the mountains beyond. The buzzing of bees drifted by their ears, along with the birdsong and the chattering of squirrels. Greenleaf was full of life. It almost made them want to go out and hunt, what with the sounds of so much prey about. But they were enjoying themselves in the cool shade beneath the bench in their yard, so for now they would just relax. Or they would, if a new noise hadn’t appeared. Opening one eye, they looked around. A strange looking cat with light fur and dark black markings was in their yard. What were they doing here? Opening their other eye, they focused on the stranger. They seemed to be looking for something. Standing and stretching, they stepped out from beneath the bench and called out, “Halò! Are ye lost?” they questioned, their hazel eyes looking the stranger up and down as they trotted closer to them. They didn’t seem to be a threat, but Gato stopped about a fox-length away from them. “Did ye lose somethin’?”
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Post by virgo on Apr 12, 2023 17:57:59 GMT
He was so absorbed in his search, that Soothawk failed to notice the other feline's approach! “Halò! Are ye lost?” Soothawk's tail fluffed up and he jumped (at least two inches from the ground). “Did ye lose somethin’?” The bengal colored cat's heart was still fluttering inside his chest as he spun around to face the stranger. The unknown cat was a long haired tom with an ash colored coat and soft hazel looking eyes. But it was his accent that really caught the tom's attention.
There was a pause between them, if only briefly as Soothawk gave his chest a few hasty licks, trying to smooth it down. "No, didn't lose anything, looking actually." he responds casually, as if he had not just jumped right out of his skin. His dark striped tail sways left and right casually, as he thinks. "Are your familiar with Feverfew?" he wasn't sure the cat would know anything.....they were, by all appearances, a kitty-pet. Then again, like his grandparents would say- many clan cats took up the life of a kittypet. Which made the male's mind race with curiosity- but that would have to wait for another time.
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Post by Zesha on Apr 13, 2023 18:36:55 GMT
gato • they/them • 32 moons • kittypet • bioGato suppressed a laugh. They hadn’t meant to scare the other cat, but it seemed they had done so anyway. This cat didn’t seem to be anyone they knew, but they aimed to change that quite quickly. Anyone that wandered into this garden would know the Scottish-speaking cat by the time they left. Or, at least, that’s how Gato liked to do things. This stranger seemed in a bit of a hurry, though, and they worried that they may leave before they got to really know the other cat. “Feverfew?” they asked, wracking their brain. That sounded familiar. “Ah! Aye, has it short white petals and a yellow centre?” They lifted their nose to sniff, but the scent of feverfew was a lot fainter than chamomile, which they also grew in this garden. The sweet-smelling chamomile was on one side and the feverfew on the other, though, so when they realized the stronger smell was coming from the left side of the garden, they flicked their tail for the other cat to follow them over to the right. To their dismay, though, there were two different types of daisies that looked very similar growing in this patch of the yard. One was the feverfew, the other was another kind of daisy that simply looked like feverfew. They weren’t sure which one was which. “Er… are ye good at tellin’ plants apart?” they asked.
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