Post by Kaeldra on May 26, 2021 19:15:10 GMT
Day 26 of the Star Moon, 2020. (January 8, 2021). Early afternoon.
Noctus || Tom || 32 moons
After a long morning of fruitless hunting, Noctus was ready to call it a day. His fur was damp from wandering around in the snow, and his paw pads felt like they were going to freeze clean off. He was thinking of visiting his son today, and had hoped to bring something nice for them to share while they talked, but apparently all the prey in the forest had better ideas. Basil would have to settle for his father's company, he supposed.
It was on days like these that Noctus was exceedingly grateful that Dahlia's housefolk seemed to think of him as one of their own. He remembered seasons past where he'd nearly starved, and thanked the stars that all he had to do to get a good meal these days was visit his mate and make a bit of an effort to look sad and hungry. Sure, it didn't taste as good as freshly-caught prey, but in the cold moons food was food. Once the weather warmed again he'd be repaying her and his kits with delicious forest prey.
As he got closer to the fence that marked Basil's nest, he stopped under the shelter of a bush to clean his fur a bit. His family knew he was a forest cat, though he always felt he should make himself presentable when he visited. Their fur was always sleek, immaculately groomed and impossibly soft. Once upon a time he'd been embarrassed by his own gruff appearance in comparison to Dahlia's, but it was just a fact of life now. Still, he preferred not to look like a drowned mouse if he could help it.
Satisfied that his fur was respectably clean, he leaped up onto the fence and peered down into Basil's garden. Noctus didn't imagine he'd be out here in the cold, likely preferring the warmth of his nest, but it didn't hurt to check.
After a long morning of fruitless hunting, Noctus was ready to call it a day. His fur was damp from wandering around in the snow, and his paw pads felt like they were going to freeze clean off. He was thinking of visiting his son today, and had hoped to bring something nice for them to share while they talked, but apparently all the prey in the forest had better ideas. Basil would have to settle for his father's company, he supposed.
It was on days like these that Noctus was exceedingly grateful that Dahlia's housefolk seemed to think of him as one of their own. He remembered seasons past where he'd nearly starved, and thanked the stars that all he had to do to get a good meal these days was visit his mate and make a bit of an effort to look sad and hungry. Sure, it didn't taste as good as freshly-caught prey, but in the cold moons food was food. Once the weather warmed again he'd be repaying her and his kits with delicious forest prey.
As he got closer to the fence that marked Basil's nest, he stopped under the shelter of a bush to clean his fur a bit. His family knew he was a forest cat, though he always felt he should make himself presentable when he visited. Their fur was always sleek, immaculately groomed and impossibly soft. Once upon a time he'd been embarrassed by his own gruff appearance in comparison to Dahlia's, but it was just a fact of life now. Still, he preferred not to look like a drowned mouse if he could help it.
Satisfied that his fur was respectably clean, he leaped up onto the fence and peered down into Basil's garden. Noctus didn't imagine he'd be out here in the cold, likely preferring the warmth of his nest, but it didn't hurt to check.
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karuna Here ya go! I hope this is sort of what you were thinking c: