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Post by Shortee on Oct 13, 2020 22:19:31 GMT
Wind Moon Day 5 ~ An overcast, chilly morning BLUEBELL Bluebell was Bored with a capital B. It had been a while since the beginning of her forest adventure with her siblings and she simply longed for a new, interesting interaction. If it was interesting enough, she could tell a story about it to her family! Chasing butterflies and pretending to be a warrior could occupy her days for only so long. So she laid in her garden, the neatly-trimmed grass a familiar feeling. Her large blue eyes looked around at the sparse area. There were two neat lines of pink flowers next to the back door she used, but other than that there was nothing exciting. And Bluebell lived for excitement. So, the tiny she-cat gave a little 'humph' of discontent before standing up. She wouldn't stay bored any longer! Her headstrong nature taking full-control of her thoughts, Bluebell bounded across the yard and leaped up to the top of the fence (only with a slight wobble, mind you). As soon as she found her footing, she was off again. Prancing along the fence connecting multiple yards together, she looked into each garden for a new friend (or enemy?) to make. open to anyone! even up to two would be awesome :D MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Sigh on Oct 20, 2020 22:30:21 GMT
cyril Cyril swallowed a parsley sprig and looked disdainfully at the darkening sky. It had not been a particularly pleasant morning. For starters, he had been woken by the far-off barks of some neighbors' dogs. Then he had overindulged in his food, eating enough to give himself a stomachache—hence the parsley. Normally he wouldn't take it directly from his housefolks' garden, as they had been less than pleased to catch him in the act several times, but he wanted to stick close to the house in case the threatening sky actually followed through on its promise of rain. The potential for rain, of course, was the crown jewel of what was shaping up to be a perfectly miserable day; Cyril couldn't even grumble about his misfortune in the comfort of a stray sunbeam. Still, the cool air was refreshing, and the parsley was definitely having an impact...just not enough of an impact to completely lighten Cyril's gray mood. With a harumph, Cyril settled down into a sitting position, closing his eyes and breathing in the scents of the garden that he had called home for these many moons. At the sound of paws landing on wood in the distance, he opened one eye and peered down the line of the fence. A kit, or so it seemed, had landed on top of the fence, wobbling almost imperceptibly. With balance like that, it'll be a miracle if she doesn't fall, he thought, narrowing his eye slightly. His eye remained that way as the other cat came closer—mostly closed, but open just enough to see if she took a tumble. 267 | Hi Shortee , hope it's alright for me to bring Cyril along!
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Post by Shortee on Oct 20, 2020 23:54:30 GMT
BLUEBELL Bluebell wasn't left to curiously wander around for much longer. Which was a good thing, considering she was starting to become a tad bit frustrated at not finding something interesting (despite only looking for a few moments, patience was definitely not her strong suit). She looked down into each yard critically, eyes glancing around before moving on to the next, a focused frown settled on her maw. But as she continued past a few of the gardens, her blue gaze suddenly spotted a figure in one that was only a few pawsteps away from her current position. Excitement getting the better of her, the tiny she-cat bounded forward with a smile and without much regard for safety or the new cat themselves. After all, she was about to meet a new friend! Surely, they'd get along well. And the she-cat was pretty certain she had yet to meet the other since she only just started going out of her garden more often. As she ran, she hurriedly called out, "Hi! I'm Bluebell! What's you-" But alas, because it was Bluebell, before she could finish her greeting, one of her front paws was tripped by the other. Letting out a sound of surprise, the Siamese promptly hit the fence top before falling towards the new cat's yard. Typical.of course! thanks for joining! and apologies for this being a bit shorter. SighMADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Sigh on Oct 21, 2020 0:53:50 GMT
cyril Well, call me a prophet, thought Cyril idly, watching the she-cat tumble off of the top of the fence and into the garden. As she landed in a patch of thyme, Cyril closed his open eye and took a deep breath, drawing on whatever vestiges of patience he possessed. "Yes, hello," he drawled sarcastically. Alright, so maybe Cyril had a little less than a vestige of patience, but honestly, what could an unbalanced cat expect from a fence but a fall? He stretched a bit before rising, taking an almost exaggerated amount of time to stand up properly. With a drawn-out yawn, he finally padded over to the newcomer. His walk was slow too, but this time more out of necessity than attitude; his legs had never completely healed from his younger days, and his knees were always particularly bad when rain was on the horizon. But, after a number of painstaking steps, Cyril arrived beside Bluebell. After a considered pause, Cyril nudged Bluebell to the side a bit, and turned his attention to the thyme. Some of the leaves had been squashed slightly by Bluebell's fall, and Cyril quickly—or at least, as quickly as he did anything—set to work returning the herb patch to its pre-fall state, gently nudging leaves away from the ground with his paws. All the while, he kept his eyes squinted in concentration and alternated his focus between the thyme patch and Bluebell, hoping—against his better judgement—that she wouldn't trample any other part of the garden. After all, Cyril himself would be the one to take the blame for any damage to the garden, as he couldn't very well explain Bluebell's presence to his housefolk. So, tidying and constant vigilance it was. 287 | No worries! I'm excited to see how these two get along (or don't lol) Shortee
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Post by Shortee on Oct 21, 2020 11:57:55 GMT
BLUEBELL Thud
Bluebell hit the ground beneath her, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of pain. Surprisingly, whatever she landed on was a bit softer than expected and certainly not the hard ground. Still, she kept her eyes shut, ignoring the tom's sarcasm and waiting to see what would hurt this time. After a few moments of waiting, she felt herself being nudged to the side. Although closed, her eyes narrowed in confusion and a bit of annoyance by being pushed aside. So, finally opening her blue orbs, the she-cat jumped from her laying position and into a standing position with a smile on her face. Nothing was hurting her! For once! Immediately, Bluebell was overwhelmed by curiosity. There was so much to see in a new place! Where to begin? She supposed the tom who's garden she infiltrated would be a start. She opened her mouth to say hello (again), but stopped mid-thought upon seeing the now-squashed greenery that the black and white cat was caring for. Embarrassment flooded her senses. She had fallen in front of a stranger and, although she herself wasn't hurt, there was still damage done. Her ears flattened. What would her parents say had they seen? The brief moment of self-consciousness passed and the Siamese felt her inquisitiveness return. Blunt, per usual, she declared, " I like your plant. Sorry for hurting it! Is it important? What are you doing to it now? Can I help?" 239 words | i already like these two <3 Sigh MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Sigh on Oct 21, 2020 21:40:38 GMT
cyril "'S not my plant," Cyril grumbled, flicking his tail vaguely in the direction of his housefolks' nest. It had not taken long to return the thyme patch to more-or-less its previous state, and he sat back to survey his work. Eh, it'll live, he thought, and set to work grooming his paws, now covered in a fine layer of dirt. After a moment, he recalled Bluebell's presence at his side, and turned his squinted gaze towards her. She seemed to be brimming with—excitement, was it? It was hard to imagine what else her expression might mean, but Cyril couldn't understand for the life of him why anyone's response to a tumble would be excitement of all things. Kits these days, he thought. Still, it would probably be best if he answered some of her questions; at this rate the unvoiced questions Cyril assumed were simmering under the surface would likely give the she-cat a headache. With a soft hm, Cyril leaned forward and bit off a leaf from one of the thyme plants and laid it at Bluebell's feet. "Try it."He watched carefully for her response. Thyme wasn't dangerous by any means, at least not that he had found. In fact, when he first sampled the herb he didn't notice any particular effect, but after some trial and error he learned that it did offer a discreet sense of calm, a soothing of frayed nerves. It had come in handy on many a day that he had been too caught up in distant memories. He didn't expect it to have quite that same effect on Bluebell of course, but maybe it would ease some of her pent-up energy—and thus dissuade her from more reckless behavior. A long shot, he supposed, but nothing bad could come of it.
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Post by Shortee on Oct 22, 2020 12:07:46 GMT
BLUEBELL Bluebell wasn't satisfied with the stranger's answer. It wasn't his plant? Alright, it was his housefolk's. But what about all of the other questions she had asked? She nearly asked him all of the questions again, but quickly thought better of it. She didn't know the tom well, but he definitely seemed like someone to get annoyed easily. Besides, she was too intrigued to ruin her chances of getting to know him. So, her little smile still remained. The large cat finished whatever he had started with the plant and went to grooming his paws. Bluebell's eyes were wide as she waited for him to acknowledge her, and eventually, he seemed to remember her presence. His yellow eyes looked toward her before dipping towards the plant she had crushed. Nipping a leaf from it, the tom dropped it to her paws. "Try it," He added. The Siamese regarded him a bit skeptically. Her blue eyes glanced toward him, as if to say 'really?' before glancing back toward the leaf again. However, as usual, Bluebell didn't really care to ask about its effects or danger; almost always diving head first in any sort of situation (sometimes literally). Instead, she quickly lapped it up and chewed. Her eyes were glanced over to the side as she considered it. The taste was interesting: a bit spicy and even lemony, but not unpleasant all. The texture was a bit odd with being a leaf and everything. But overall, not bad. After swallowing, she looked at the older tom and said, " It tasted good! What was it?" MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Sigh on Oct 22, 2020 12:58:45 GMT
cyril A low purr rumbled momentarily in Cyril's chest at Bluebell's skeptical look. It was promising that she had paused before accepting the herb, even if she had eaten it in the end. She's guided by more than impulse, he thought, However slightly that may be. For that, at least, she deserved an answer. "Thyme," he meowed, "Calms nerves." Sometimes, he added internally with a measured glance at Bluebell. She didn't seem to have calmed down by any discernible amount, but he hadn't had high hopes anyways; he had learned not to underestimate the boundless energy of younger cats. "You'll find it sometimes in the forest, too," he added. Cyril kept an eye out for a reaction. He wouldn't be surprised if Bluebell was the type to go beyond the safety of the fences to sniff around in the nearby trees. The allure was always there, even for Cyril; if not for his wobbly legs, he might be inclined to venture even further into the woods, searching out more fruitful patches of herbs—or perhaps even entirely new varieties. As it was though, he was content to maintain his life of safety and relative luxury...even if it did mean having to deal with the occasional youngster trampling parts of his garden.
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Post by Shortee on May 5, 2021 17:30:39 GMT
BLUEBELL Bluebell's ears perked when the tom mentioned the forest. Automatically, her stream of consciousness just flowed directly out of her maw without much filtration. " The forest? I've been there! With my siblings! Where does the Thyme grow? Can you show me? Right now?" The she-cat was standing on the tips of her little paws in anticipation. She would take any chance to explore the forest, even with someone as grumpy as the stranger. Speaking of strangers, she added, " What's your name, by the way? That way when I tell my family the story of our adventures, I won't just have to say 'old tom.'" After a moment, she added in a panicked hurry, " Erm, not that you're old. Just... uhm, experienced? Heh..." Bluebell awkwardly smiled up at him, hoping her big blue begging eyes would be enough to achieve forgiveness. Silently, she cursed herself for being so rude. Her mother would not be pleased with her manners if she had seen this. MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by Sigh on May 5, 2021 23:18:51 GMT
cyril Cyril saw Bluebell's ears twitch as soon as the word "forest" left his mouth, and he let out a small but appropriately frustrated huff. Of course this one's an adventurer, he thought despairingly, And siblings! How many of these little lunatics are running around out here? Well, it's your own fault, Cyril, for getting involved in the first place... If he had been a younger cat, Cyril might have jerked out of his train of thought with an apology. As things stood now, though, he merely blinked and refocused his eyes on the youngster in front of him. She was still talking. Oh, she wants to know my name? How polite...or not. Really, Cyril didn't mind being called old; it was true, after all, and he knew that better than anyone. Still, it never hurt to milk a good apology. He narrowed his eyes at Bluebell, not upset but rather reluctantly amused by her rambling. "How's about this," he ground out eventually. Bluebell's wobbly blue eyes seemed to indicate that she had finally run out of words to throw at him, for the time being. "You've been in that there forest before, and I'm not too keen on returning at the moment." His eyes flicked upwards to the threatening gray clouds up above. "Take a good long look at this plant." He nudged a few pieces towards her, pausing to let her examine them. "See if you recognize any in the woods, and bring some back here. Then, maybe, I'll tell you my name." With that, Cyril rose from his sitting position and hobbled back towards the parsley patch. He interrupted his path to turn back towards Bluebell with one last piece of advice. "And don't take too long if you don't want to get stuck in the rain."
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