Post by Zesha on Sept 17, 2021 15:18:02 GMT
Gato • NB • 26 moons • Kittypet
Gato felt sympathy for Hollow as she tried to adjust to her new surroundings. They remembered being similarly cautious the first time they had been in a barn, and like Hollow, they had been with someone that helped them learn not to be quite so skittish around it.
They especially felt for her when she was on the back of the horse, with the breathing of the creature interrupting her thoughts and words, sending her body into freeze mode where all her muscles tensed up. They remembered how they had been similar the first time, unsure of the giant creature. “Tha neighin’ can definitely be loud. It woul’ probably echo a lot in here, so ya’re right, best if we don’t hear it in such close quarters!” Gato said, watching her as she bobbed up and down on the back of the mare. At this point it felt natural to them, but to someone like Hollow who was just seeing a horse for the first time, it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
“Aye,” they agreed, looking at the long fur growing out of the back of the mare’s neck. “If tha’ hair were on ‘er back instead o’ ‘er neck, the lass would be much warmer. Might not even need a blanket then. I wonder why it grows like that?” They tilted their head and puzzled over it a moment. While the way Hollow had said it might be taken as rude, she wasn’t wrong. If their fur where distributed more evenly instead of growing off their neck and tail the way it did, they would likely have more fur than a cat of their size. “What odd but fascinating creatures,” they murmured, straightening their head as they came to the conclusion they weren’t going to figure out why horses were the way they were.
They smiled when Hollow said the scent must be hard to pick up, as they knew that even the warm, strange scents of the barn wouldn’t be able to keep the smell of mouse from wafting into her nose. They were right; as soon as she smelled something else under all the other smells, they could tell it. Gato scented the air too and noted that there were several mice scents coming from the pile of hay that lay there.
“Aye, in there,” they said, slowly following Hollow back onto the stall fence and down the stool to the floor of the barn. “Stand ove’ by tha’ small hole in tha wall, one o’ them will head that way.” Then they slipped into a crouch, eyes gleaming as a mouse poked out from the hay. They placed their paws gently one after the other as they stalked closer to the creature that seemed completely oblivious to the cat. It was usually like this; there were so many mice that it could feed a tiger, they were sure. They came upon the mouse and pounced, swiftly biting the back of its neck to kill it. Another mouse sped out from under the hay nearby, scrambling for the hole in the wall they had told Hollow to stand near.
They especially felt for her when she was on the back of the horse, with the breathing of the creature interrupting her thoughts and words, sending her body into freeze mode where all her muscles tensed up. They remembered how they had been similar the first time, unsure of the giant creature. “Tha neighin’ can definitely be loud. It woul’ probably echo a lot in here, so ya’re right, best if we don’t hear it in such close quarters!” Gato said, watching her as she bobbed up and down on the back of the mare. At this point it felt natural to them, but to someone like Hollow who was just seeing a horse for the first time, it was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
“Aye,” they agreed, looking at the long fur growing out of the back of the mare’s neck. “If tha’ hair were on ‘er back instead o’ ‘er neck, the lass would be much warmer. Might not even need a blanket then. I wonder why it grows like that?” They tilted their head and puzzled over it a moment. While the way Hollow had said it might be taken as rude, she wasn’t wrong. If their fur where distributed more evenly instead of growing off their neck and tail the way it did, they would likely have more fur than a cat of their size. “What odd but fascinating creatures,” they murmured, straightening their head as they came to the conclusion they weren’t going to figure out why horses were the way they were.
They smiled when Hollow said the scent must be hard to pick up, as they knew that even the warm, strange scents of the barn wouldn’t be able to keep the smell of mouse from wafting into her nose. They were right; as soon as she smelled something else under all the other smells, they could tell it. Gato scented the air too and noted that there were several mice scents coming from the pile of hay that lay there.
“Aye, in there,” they said, slowly following Hollow back onto the stall fence and down the stool to the floor of the barn. “Stand ove’ by tha’ small hole in tha wall, one o’ them will head that way.” Then they slipped into a crouch, eyes gleaming as a mouse poked out from the hay. They placed their paws gently one after the other as they stalked closer to the creature that seemed completely oblivious to the cat. It was usually like this; there were so many mice that it could feed a tiger, they were sure. They came upon the mouse and pounced, swiftly biting the back of its neck to kill it. Another mouse sped out from under the hay nearby, scrambling for the hole in the wall they had told Hollow to stand near.
☽LIA☾
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