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Post by Kaeldra on Oct 6, 2020 23:44:57 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
The wind rustled in the reeds on the riverbank as Clover lifted her head to taste the air. Leaf-fall hadn't quite set in yet, with just a slight chill to the air, and the small tabby was determined to make the most of the nice weather while she could. Her thick coat held in the warmth so well that cool breeze was actually a bit of a relief after the hot days of greenleaf. Now she paused, ears and tail held high as she pondered which way she should go next.
She had decided to venture across the stepping stones that spanned the river and explore what lay on the other side today. She had only seen what the forest side had to offer, so she was curious what could be hiding in the grasses over here. She had already noticed some pretty stones resting on the riverbank, and had made a note to go back and see if she could find a nice one to take back to her nest later. For now, though, she would see what other treasures she could find.
Nodding once to herself, the tabby began forward again. There were some long grasses and shrubs just ahead, and she wondered if anything might be hiding in there. As she drew the cool air over her scent glands once more, she thought she could pick up another cat scent, but it seemed rather faint so she didn't pay it any mind. She had never seen any cats on this side of the river anyway, so she doubted she was trespassing on anyone's territory.
As she pushed through the long stalks, though, she could make out a fluffy pelt a few fox-lengths away. Clover squinted for a couple heartbeats before letting out a soft trill. She knew this cat! Not very well, mind you, but they had exchanged words briefly a while back. She padded over happily to see them.
"Hello! Fancy seeing you again," she mewed lightly. "I wouldn't have expected to find you on this side of the river. What brings you over here?"
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Post by Zesha on Oct 7, 2020 0:22:12 GMT
Gato was sometimes considered a free spirit, swayed by the breeze to leave their home in twolegplace often to come explore the wilds beyond the gardens of the strange, nearly hairless creatures that lived there with their cats and dogs and that one tortoise that had a little fence around it and bathed in the sun all day long. They didn’t care much what others called them, though; the flora itself beyond the asphalt roads whispered to them to come explore.
Today was no different. While they hadn’t particularly wanted to get soaking wet, the other side of the river looked mighty tempting. Thankfully they didn’t just jump in for once; there were some nice stepping stones that made it a lot drier to cross. They took the shoestring draped around their neck, gave it a nibble, and only got their paws a little damp as they crossed to the other side of the bank. Now they could begin their expedition.
They started out sniffing around the pebbles, sand and mud that made up the river bank before moving farther up into the shrubbery. Gato had no idea how long they had been there, poking at the roots of long grass and nudging smooth stones that looked slightly different than others. It could have been minutes, it could have been days, all they knew was after a time a sound reached their ears and they lifted their fluffy tail and head.
The shoelace dropped from their mouth as they grinned and purred, “Well, if it isn’t the lovely lass Clover! Mighty fine to see you again. I’d like to say it was solely the wind that brought me this way today, but I’d be a liar.”
Gesturing vaguely across the area that was rather overgrown and obviously not traveled much in possibly many moons, he continued, “I hear there be a treasure on this here side of the river. No one’s quite sure what it is. Could be an ol’ stash of ‘nip, a hidden cache of rare bird feathers, or even”--he lowered his voice, leaning closer--“a whole badger’s den worth of shoelaces.”
He gave a hearty laugh as he straightened back up and smiled. “Want ta help me look, lass?”
Gato • NB • 21 moons • KittypetThe mountains are calling me and I must go. - John Muir
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I have no idea what kind of voice Gato has anymore and I can't get this weird Scottish/Pirate mashup out of my head so... I guess they're a weird Scottish/Pirate now. |
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Post by Kaeldra on Oct 7, 2020 3:49:55 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
Clover returned Gato's smile easily at their warm greeting. They seemed in good spirits again today, and the tabby was grateful to have run into such a friendly cat again. They had one of those strange vines hanging from their shoulders -- the name escaped Clover, but she knew it was some twoleg thing the other cat had taken a liking to -- and she watched it sway lightly as Gato spoke.
Her ears pricked in curiosity as they mentioned the reason they had come all this way today, and she followed their gaze as it turned to the overgrown vegetation around them. Treasure! Clover's eyes shone at the prospect, and she looked back at Gato with excitement thrumming through her paws. She dreamed of what it could possibly be; maybe some rare bird feathers, like they had said, or some sort of magical rocks. She doubted it would be the shoelaces -- that's what they were called -- that they hoped for, but she wouldn't be the one to bring down the other cat's mood. They seemed to be having fun in any case, and Clover wouldn't turn down an invitation for adventure. It would be much more fun to explore this island with another cat!
"That sounds great! I'd love to help," she purred, enjoying the carefree energy that Gato seemed to exude. "Where do we start? Do you have any clues?" The brown tabby looked around curiously, eyes roving the earth for anything that seemed even a whisker out of place.
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Post by Zesha on Oct 11, 2020 17:56:26 GMT
“Alas, the true location of the entrance has been lost to time. Th’ only clues be that it rests here somewhere, by the shore of the liquid snake, as they called it,” his voice had become a bit cryptic, but just as soon as it had he perked up and said, “But! That’ll not stop us, eh lass? I been figurin’ it must still have somethin’ special about it to mark the way.”
Gato enjoyed the company of this she-cat. Many would have laughed and simply been on their way, marking Gato a crazy old geezer. This Clover though, she seemed to be a fine young lass. It brought a smile to their furry face knowing there were still some cats out there with a sense of adventure and wonder.
Standing beside her and scanning the pebbled shore, their eyes came across an area just in front of the tall grass. There were a few of those shells, bright white as if bleached by the sun. It seemed a bit odd, since there hadn’t been any on the other side of this stretch of shore that they checked. Pointing their nose in that direction, they said, “What do y’think of over there, lass? Seems a tad peculiar, eh?”
Gato • NB • 21 moons • KittypetThe mountains are calling me and I must go. - John Muir
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I dunno how much you want them to look for this thing, and tbh I have no idea what the thing is going to be. I probably should have thought a little farther ahead. |
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Post by Kaeldra on Oct 22, 2020 1:07:02 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
Clover began to deflate slightly at the idea that the two would have no clues to guide them. But Gato's easygoing optimism reminded her that the searching was really the fun part, and it wouldn't be much of a treasure if it was easy to find, would it? She turned her gaze to follow where they had indicated the bright shells decorating the shore. The same ones she'd noticed earlier, in fact. They were scattered along this side of the river, and Clover bounded ahead to inspect a particularly large one.
"They're quite strange!" She agreed, batting it lightly with her paw. It was a bright white, at odds with the dark hues of the rest of the river stones. Lifting her head, she gazed up the river. "Do you think if we follow them we'll find anything?" The idea that the shells would lead to treasure was a weak one; the odds that a trail would have survived uncovered on the riverbank for more than a few moons was unlikely at best. But she didn't have any better ideas, and maybe they'd find something else along the way.
"They say that groups of fierce cats used to live here, you know. Have you heard of them?" Clover turned to Gato from where she perched on the edge of the bank. "I wonder if this treasure is something of theirs," The tabby mused, half to herself. She'd been fascinated with the stories since she had first heard them, and her paws prickled at the thought that maybe they would find proof they had actually existed. She had always enjoyed the idea, but common sense said the stories were just kitten fluff. It was fun to pretend, though, wasn't it?
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Sorry this took so atrociously long! My brain did not want to cooperate. I'm fine either way, if you want it to be the main focus or if you'd rather we segue into some other adventure! |
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Post by Zesha on Oct 28, 2020 16:52:07 GMT
Gato lifted their head to look at Clover, a small smile on their face. “Aye, lass, there’s many stories of the wild cats that once lived beyond the hard gray roads of twoleg land. Ye know, tha’s one of the great things ‘bout wanderin’. Ye hear all these tales, an’ ye get ta go out and see if they’re true. Well, exc’pt with them battle cats er whatev’r they called themselves. Suppose’ ta be that none are alive anymore. A shame, really. Always good ta learn ‘bout different folk. I’m hopin’ this here treasure is somethin’ o’ theirs.”
As their eyes moved to gaze in the direction the shells were leading, a flash of something bright caught his eye. Their head jerked in the direction he saw it in time to watch this red and blue thing clip a tree and fall right out of the sky and into the long grass ahead. With a quick glance at Clover, they bounded off, pausing roughly every five tail-lengths to push up on their hind legs and see where the grass was pressed down.
The grass began to thin out a bit and as they pushed through, the strange object came into sight. It had a beak like a bird, but its body was a brilliant red with yellow, green, and deep blue feathers covering its wings, which were splayed out on the ground where it fell. A long, light blue and red tail trailed behind it on the ground.
“What is it?” Gato murmured, crouching low and stretching his neck to sniff at it. “Looks like a bird, but… it’s not like any ‘round these parts. Ya think it’s edible, lass?”
Suddenly the bird’s eyes jerked open and it frantically fluttered its way onto its feet. Gato’s fur puffed out in response and their eyes grew wide staring at the thing.
“No!” the bird cawed. “Don’t eat me! I’m not good! I- I-” It searched desperately for words as it hopped on its clawed feet, trying to hide the lame wing from the cats’ view. An idea suddenly sparked in its mind. “I bet you’re out here looking for those forest cats!”
Gato shot a glance at Clover as if to say, Should we trust this thing? It had certainly caught the gray cat’s attention with this, if for no other reason than they could actually understand it’s odd, chirping words. They’d certainly never met a bird that could speak before.
Gato • NB • 21 moons • KittypetThe mountains are calling me and I must go. - John Muir
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You're welcome to name the macaw and give them a name! Also, this is the picture I was referencing when describing them, in case you wanted a visual. :3 |
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Post by Kaeldra on Nov 30, 2020 22:37:16 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
The tabby nodded sadly; it really was a shame that none of the Clan cats were around anymore to tell their own stories. Imagine how many more details there would be! She would just have to settle for the tales that did live on, she supposed. And perhaps that's all they were. But if they could find this treasure, and it somehow proved they were real, Clover thought she might never stop searching for more proof.
Suddenly her companion's head swivelled in a completely new direction, and Clover tried to follow their gaze. She couldn't see anything, but Gato obviously could. They looked at her quickly, a confused look in their eyes, before leaping ahead into the tall grasses. The tabby wanted to ask what it was they had seen, but wasn't sure if she should make any noise that might draw unwanted attention, and so she followed silently behind.
Before long they found a very colourful clump of feathers resting in the flattened grass, and Clover tilted her head first one way and then the other while they both got a good look.
"I suppose it looks like a bird... but not one I've ever seen." She agreed slowly. "I don't see the harm in having a taste, though. I've never heard of a poisonous bird."
No sooner had they spoken than the creature stirred in a panic, fluffing its feathers out and standing on unsteady claws. Clover stepped back in shock, her eyes growing wide as full moons. Then, to make matters even more bizarre, it spoke. The she-cat stared in wonder as it stammered out defenses, but she wasn't really listening. The part about the forest cats definitely caught her attention, though. She gasped, missing Gato's wary glance in her direction.
"Do you mean the Clans? To think even a bird would know about them..." She eyed the bird's colourful plumage speculatively. "Who are you?"
The bird shuffled on its feet again, seeming to calm down a bit now that its life wasn't in immediate danger. It still looked at them with some caution, but its chest puffed out slightly at her questions.
"Of course I know about them! I could tell you anything you wish to know... for a price." Maybe he could manipulate these cats into leaving him alone, or better yet taking him back to his home without having to walk all the way there. It would be an exhausting journey, with his wing damaged as it was.
The two cats didn't seem convinced, so he figured he'd make himself sound a bit more credible.
"You may call me Watson," he said, raising his beak to look each of them in the eye in turn. "I have lived here for more than a hundred seasons, and knew those forest cats myself."
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Sorry once again for such a long wait! Not sure if you still want to go forward with this, but I had fun with this one! Fun fact, one of my friends works at a parrot rescue and there are several macaws there, so I picked a name from one of the rescue birds there xD |
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Post by Zesha on Dec 2, 2020 5:01:09 GMT
Gato was starting to wonder if they had rolled in catnip somewhere between finding this bird and the river bank, but if they had that meant Clover was seeing the same insanity they were. Allowing their fur to smooth over after being startled that the colorful thing was even still alive, they listened carefully. Once the macaw had started to feel confident these cats weren’t going to eat him, he certainly took on a more confident demeanor.
“Pleasure t’ meet ya, Waston,” Gato meowed, giving an odd little bow they had picked up somewhere or another. “Ya can call me Gato, an’ this here lass is Clover.” They waved their gray plume of a tail over Clover.
“Now, yer saying ya knew these Clan cats? How’s a bird like yerself meet a whole forest o’ cats?”
Watson had gotten himself into a bit of a predicament, but he had to roll with it now. “Well, good, er, cat, there was an understanding between myself and these wild cats. We exchanged information, much like I’m offering to do for you.”
“And uh… what exactly was that there information?” Gato asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically.
Watson was deep into this now though, and didn’t so much as rustle a feather in discomfort. Instead he gave a bit of a laugh, strange and scratchy in pitch. “Well I suppose you’ll have to do something for me to learn that, now, won’t you?” he replied. His scarlet head turned until he spotted the direction of home and in it, some reeds. Perfect. “See those reeds over there? Take me to them and fashion me a bandage from them for my wing. It hurts terribly, you know.”
Gato wanted to argue with this puffed up parrot, but decided against it. Instead they simply lowered themselves onto the ground and allowed Watson to climb aboard, twitching from the sharp talons poking into their back and latching on to the long fur. “Watch it,” they hissed, yet Watson paid no mind, simply waving his good wing towards the reeds. This certainly hadn’t been what they had expected when looking for treature.
Gato • NB • 21 moons • KittypetThe mountains are calling me and I must go. - John Muir
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I'm completely up with continuing this thread until we can't think of how to progress anymore. xD Also Watson sounds like the perfect name for him. I'm going to make Gato's text bold so that it's easier to tell the two apart. Oh, and I'm thinking that RiverClan actually "paid" Watson to spy on other Clans for them. |
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Post by Kaeldra on Dec 8, 2020 22:53:46 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
Clover's whiskers twitched in barely suppressed amusement as she watched Gato allow the macaw to pull himself onto their back, clearly less than pleased with the arrangement but not enough to argue about it. They hissed a quiet warning as Watson got settled, but the bird seemed oblivious and just looked at the two of them expectantly, gesturing to the reeds once more. So the two cats and their unlikely companion started forward, walking until they reached a section of the reeds that was undamaged and standing tall. Clover trotted along happily beside them, curious to see what this strange bird would have to tell them.
"Yes, these will be perfect. Don't take too long now, I don't want my wing to get any worse." Watson had puffed himself up importantly again, and Clover glanced at Gato briefly as if to say Can you believe this? Even so, she did feel bad that his wing had been injured. The tabby picked her way forward, selecting some particularly large leaves and stripping them carefully from the stalks with her teeth. She wasn't quite sure how to go about doing this, but this didn't seem like a bad method. Once she had collected a nicely sized bundle of leaves, she turned back to the macaw.
"'ill dese 'ork?" She mumbled around the bunch of leaves, before setting them down in the grass and trying again. "Sorry, will those work? I've never bandaged an injury before."
Watson glanced at her leaves for a long moment, before nodding once.
"Yes, I suppose those will do." The forest cats he had partnered with previously had been much more advanced in their healing techniques, and he scoffed inwardly at the inexperience of these two. Still, he supposed it was better than nothing. He made his way to the ground again and stretched out his wing gingerly, waiting for the she-cat to begin wrapping the bandages around it. "Be careful, my wings are quite delicate," he warned, suddenly worrying whether he should trust these strange cats with something so important. Too late now, he supposed.
To her credit, the tabby she-cat was very cautious in her approach. She picked up one of the broad leaves in her jaws, and used her paws to carefully pat it into place around the injured wing. After a few moments, his wing was entirely covered in the green wrappings, and while it wasn't a perfect job he had to admit it eased the pain a fair bit. The leaves were slightly rough, sticking to each other where they overlapped, and as long as he didn't jostle them too much they stayed in place.
"Wonderful, thank you," he bowed his head to the two cats. At least they had been helpful in some capacity so far. Now to see how much else he could get them to do... Clover was kneading her paws in front of her eagerly, clearly not having forgotten his part of the deal.
"So what sort of information did you trade with the forest cats? What were they like?" Her eyes glittered with excitement. Watson sighed.
"The cats of RiverClan protected me when I visited the forest and gave me valuables, and in exchange I would tell them my findings on the other Clans in the forest. I was able to tell them if any of the other Clans were weak, or if one was planning an attack. They would have been much worse off without me," he looked up at the two proudly. Clover gasped.
"So this was RiverClan's territory? Wow! Where was their camp? Did you see the final battle that destroyed the Clans?" She was practically bouncing on her paws now. So the Clans had existed!
"Those are more questions than we initially agreed upon," Watson reminded her, secretly glad he had managed to capture her interest. "If you want to know more, you'll have to do me another favour." He looked around, thinking, and caught sight of a large oak tree that he recognized. "As a matter of fact, I'm feeling rather peckish. If you could fetch me some seeds or nuts to eat that would be acceptable. There might be some in that direction." He clambered back up to Gato's shoulders, waving his good wing toward the oak tree.
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Post by Zesha on Dec 9, 2020 1:02:59 GMT
This was possibly the most surreal experience in Gato’s entire existence so far. Here they were, watching Clover delicately plastering reed leaves on an injured bird’s wing—a bird! Cats eat birds! Yet this vibrant macaw had managed to capture their attention with information they so desperately desired, keeping them from following their instincts to hunt him. It was honestly comical at this point.
As the tabby she-cat worked, Gato kept their ears pricked and alert. They weren’t the only predators out here, after all, and the last thing they needed was for another cat or something to show up and kill Watson before they got enough information from him. At this point Gato actually hoped Watson lived a long life, for even though the bird was a bit odd and more than a little pushy already he was quite a marvel to behold.
Gato had to inwardly chuckle. It really was hilarious that they were helping this crazy bird. What would other cats say? Would they even believe them? If it weren’t happening right now, would Gato even believe it themselves? No, they supposed they wouldn’t.
Coming out of their thoughts, the fluffy gray tabby heard Watson thank Clover. At least he had some manners. Then he began speaking of the cats that lived by the river and Gato found themselves leaning forward, lapping up every word. It ended all too soon, Watson shutting down Clover when she tried to ask more questions. Soon the familiar pricks from the bird’s talons had them flinching, and a new request was given.
“A’righty, let’s see if them squirrels left any,” Gato said cheerfully. They were going to be around Watson for a while, so might as well be friendly.
As they made their way over to the big oak tree, Gato began to become curious of more than just the Clan cats. “’Ey, Watson? Where d’you come from?”
Watson blinked a moment, taken off guard. With a shake of his feathers he answered, “I come from a quite lovely home over yonder, where the red barn and fields are.”
“Ah, so yer a chicken? Never seen a red chicken ‘fore.”
“Chicken?” he cried indignantly. “I’ll have you know I come from a long line of prestigious and handsome macaws, thank you!”
“Ain’t got no clue what that there ‘macaw’ means, but ya are a han’some bird.”
Again, Watson was struck speechless. In the several long moments that it took for him to find his voice, they had almost reached the tree. “Thank you.”
After Gato let Watson off their back, they began scanning the ground for nuts and seeds while Watson seemed to enjoy the breeze that was washing in from the direction of the farms. Thankfully the grass around the tree wasn’t quite as high, the sunlight blocked part of the day keeping it from growing as wildly as the rest of it. It made finding some acorns a lot less of a nuisance.
A squirrel popped its head around the trunk and looked down at the pile that the two cats were making, and while they were turned it skittered down to try to steal the nuts.
The sound of the acorns clacking gently against each other made Gato raise their head, and they noticed the squirrel. They were closer, so they took off after the squirrel but were too late. The squirrel managed to push the cluster of acorns under a root that had been dug under. Gato reached in a paw and tried to grab the squirrel or at least the nuts but to no avail. “Kibble crumbs,” they cursed to themselves, withdrawing their paw and going to check what was left of the pile. Five. Five acorns left.
Luckily Clover brought back four more and Watson seemed satisfied. He ate them as if he were starving. Once he was finished, since he refused to tell them anything until he was, he allowed another question.
“So, where was RiverClan camp?” Gato asked.
Watson gestured back towards the riverbank. “If you find where a bunch of flat rocks are along the river, directly across the river a ways you’ll find an island. It could be difficult to spot back then, so it’s probably fairly overgrown now.” He thought a moment about another landmark that could lead them there easier as he clambered once again onto Gato’s shoulders. That part was getting old rather fast.
“Ah, there, see that bridge that goes across the river? Head there. If you jump up on the edge of it I can point out the area,” he said, not just doing this to actually show them but to inch them ever closer to the farm.
Gato • NB • 21 moons • KittypetThe mountains are calling me and I must go. - John Muir
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Just so we don't forget: Watson belongs to a farmer. The farmer had told their niece about seeing macaws on TV or something and how pretty they looked. The ever excitable niece thought that meant the farmer wanted one... and so now the farmer has a macaw. Also, I'm using this map and heading them towards Barley's Farm. Will they make it without too much trouble? Knowing us, no. |
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Post by Kaeldra on Dec 9, 2020 6:01:19 GMT
Clover || Queen || 13 moons
Once they reached the tree, Clover cast a glance about to look for any acorns. Thankfully it was the right season, and she could see a few scattered here and there. She bounded off to collect some as Watson stayed behind and Gato headed in another direction. She was actually rather enjoying this task, pawing through the grasses for the little nuts. Every so often she would trot back to where they had left the colourful macaw, depositing her collection onto a small pile growing between the two cats.
Just when she thought they ought to have close to enough, Clover watched from a distance as Gato chased a squirrel away from their little cache, but not before it stole a number of acorns. She hissed under her breath. The single acorn she had delicately between her teeth wouldn't be enough now. She quickly added it to the pile -- which Gato was closely guarding -- and dashed off to retrieve three more. Watson seemed pacified with that, and devoured them so fast it surprised her. Had he really been so hungry?
Now that he had eaten, the bird allowed another question, and Clover was delighted that Gato chose to ask again about where the ancient Clan's camp had been. To find such a place would be incredible! Watson responded easily this time, the task fulfilled, and Clover followed his gaze. She squinted, trying to see the bridge he had pointed out. She thought she could make it out in the distance.
And so they set off again, headed toward the landmark. As they walked, Clover decided to ask Watson another question about himself. It seemed like those were okay; they only had to "pay" for the ones about Clan cat information, based on his earlier interaction with Gato.
"Hey, Watson," she started, glancing at the bird where he was perched rather comfortably on her friend's back. "Why did you leave your home? It sounded like you enjoyed being there, but you were so far from it today when we found you. Were your twolegs mean to you?" She wasn't certain the bird had twolegs, but she had never seen one of those nests that didn't have any in them.
Watson seemed confused by her question. "What is a 'twoleg'?"
"You know, they're tall, with no fur except on the very top of their heads. They're kinda loud, too," Clover mused, trying to figure out the best way to describe a twoleg. They were just twolegs to her. Thankfully, Watson understood.
"Oh, you mean my humans! No, no one mistreated me. I simply enjoy the chance to stretch my wings every now and then, it can get rather stuffy inside. I thought I might take advantage of the nice weather before it turns cold." He turned his gaze down, seeming a bit embarrassed now. What for, Clover couldn't guess. "I also hoped to find some beautiful shells or stones by the water. I used to get the RiverClan cats to find them for me, but since they've been gone I've had to do it myself. It's a pain, really." The bird scoffed, trying to hide his self-consciousness.
Clover made a small sound of polite acknowledgement, but didn't say anything else. She wondered if he would have liked one of the strange bleached shells they had seen earlier.
Not long after that, the bridge was just a few fox-lengths ahead. From here, they'd be able to see the old RiverClan camp! Unable to hold back her excitement, Clover bounded ahead. The wood was strangely smooth beneath her paws, and the smell of twolegs was stronger than it had been back in the forest. Without breaking her stride, the tabby leaped up to land on the bridge railing, eager to see the island Watson had talked about. But she had misjudged the height and landed awkwardly, her back paws sliding. Panic gripped her and she instinctively dug in her front claws, trying not to look at the rushing water below.
"Help!"
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I'm loving how detailed this bird's history is getting xD I decided not to throw her right in the river, since that might force them back too much, but I figure a little scare could be fun Excited to see what other shenanigans they get into along the way, sounds like they have a ways to go~ |
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And now I'm wondering what his people will think when he comes back home with leaves wrapped around his wing xD