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Post by Riley on Jan 26, 2021 2:53:46 GMT
Rain moon, Day 20, close to evening. It wasn't often that Flare came this far into the forest. Violet might tell them that most kittypets were nice, but Jay had snuck enough horror stories into Flare's kithood about the bad ones that Flare was wary of getting too close. But the colder it was, the closer Flare was forced to venture to feed his family. He'd remembered Violet once telling him that some twolegs kept feeders in their yards full of seeds and nuts and things that squirrels and birds ate.
It was with this in mind that Flare was heading for Twolegplace after a day of fruitless hunting. That didn't stop him from sniffing the air and looking for prey on the way though. It was smelling the air that had Flare freezing. Blood. Not so much that whoever it was was dead or dying, but enough to be a concern. It took him only two heartbeats to decide to abandon his hunt and find whoever it was that hurt.
Flare put his nose to work and tracked the scent to a small natural cave hidden beneath the roots of a tree. The smell of cat and blood was strongest there. "Hello? Is anybody there? I smell blood. Do you need help?"
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Post by airjordanz on Jan 29, 2021 23:50:07 GMT
Running from the Twolegplace was costly for Patch. If he remained, however, he was sure to die with his daughter and closest friends. Moving from abandoned building to abandoned building, he avoided the hotspots of his old colony while also keeping away from twolegs. They were fine, on their own, but he did not want to risk separation from Death any more than he already was. Besides, it wasn't likely one of those giants would want him over the adorable kit he protected.
One day, while hunting for his small group, he ran into trouble. Usually, there would be many paws to assure the safety of a hunter, but not today. He was no longer with anyone except himself. With Rat's age, too, someone had to stay behind. That left him on his lonesome when he ran into some cats that dared take their chances with him. Yet he was outnumbered, so Patch made the tough decision to run.
In the scuffle to escape, he was wounded and ran for one of the cover spots he'd discovered to lick the wounds. They were bad, but not deadly if he simply took care of them. His hackles raised when he heard someone's voice. "Who are you?" Patch hissed. "You're not with the gang, are you?"
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Post by Riley on Feb 2, 2021 5:18:56 GMT
It took a distressingly long moment for whoever it was to speak out. They didn't show themselves, but Flare made no movement to get closer. No reason to make them more defensive. "The only gang I'm part of is a gang of babysitters for all the furballs in this forest." He forced a laugh into his voice, as if he found the notion funny.
But even to his own ears it sounded fake, so Flare dropped it in favor of concern. "Look I know you have no reason to trust me but all the same, I'd like to help you. If you'd let me. I don't know much about herbs or healing in general but I'd still like to try. My name is Flare. You don't have to give your name, if you don't want to. But I'd still like to see what state you're in. If your wounds are too bad for you to hunt I can bring you some prey."
He paused, as if thinking about it or waiting for the other cat to answer. But Flare shrugged to himself, carrying on speaking. "Or I can try. Hunting has been difficult recently, but since you're hurt, you need it more." Flare wasn't usually the type to ramble, and he didn't really consider this rambling. Ranting, yes, but not rambling. Rambling was when you blathered on with no plan, and Flare had a plan. Either the cat would be so annoyed with his jabbering that they'd show themselves just to shut him up or it'd put them at ease and they'd still show themselves cuz they knew he wouldn't hurt him.
Unless of course they'd show themselves to forcefully shut him up. But then he'd have to fight an injured cat, and there was no honor in that.
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