SilverWings
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Hi I'm SilverWings (Or just Silver) ! I'm a huge fan of tons of games and shows like the Elder Scrolls and Fallout series, and Castlevania (and a million other shows I don't have room to list here.) Feel free to hop into any of my open threads, or to plot with me! (Or just to chat!!)
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Post by SilverWings on Jul 14, 2021 15:29:47 GMT
"Nothing worse than a dirty thieving rat" The day was as icy as ever. Snow still covered the ground and some of the streets where the plows had missed their mark, and where the salty water they poured everywhere simply stopped working. Few cars were on the road and all the twolegs and cats were bundled up in their homes. Even the large barking menaces had been allowed inside mostly due to the sheer cold. With the lack of people out and about, pests were finding their desperate marks in the trash. Raccoons who had not yet gone into hibernation, opossums, rats. All the vile creatures of the filthy world had come out in search of food- tormenting twolegs and throwing trash everywhere, attracting even more rats and other pests. It was the yellow Bengal tom's duty to take care of these pests, or at least he felt it was. Over the hills he came back towards home, struggling to hide his new limp as he hissed with every step. He couldn't return home just yet. Father would worry, and he may end up at the vet which would be less than ideal. He decicded to do his rounds around town instead, and check in on all the cats who would be sheltered in due to the weather.
He jumped ontop of his fence, taking a moment to catch his breath after the burn and lick himself clean the best he could. There was a nasty set of scratches down his chest and under his right front leg where a rat had done a nasty number on him. Nothing fatal for sure, but it felt terrible and slowed his movements as he pushed on. Noodle wasn't a sit and heal kind of cat, not in the slightest.
He eventually stopped at the house of the cat he knew to be Cyril. He didn't talk to this one very often, and it was one of the closer houses so he figured he'd attempt to make conversation. The tall lanky tom sat himself on Cyril's window sill, unsure if he was inside or out, and gave a meow to see if he could grab the attention him, wherever he may be. "Cyril? I know you don't like me snooping but I'm here to check in with you?" He would at least like to see the tom up and about, or to hear a "go away" even, just so Noodle knew he was fine inside. 405 WORDS - Sigh - Poor Noodle
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Post by Sigh on Jul 14, 2021 22:24:59 GMT
cyril Cyril was curled up and snoozing his way through what had thus far been shaping up to be a lovely afternoon, nestled in a soft pool of blankets and sunlight. Normally he would begrudge the chilly weather his opportunity to spend time in the garden, but on a day as cold as today the plants seemed somehow less appealing. No, he was perfectly happy inside the warm house, in his warm sunbeam, unbothered by— Ah, he thought, hearing a familiar, muffled voice outside. Well, I suppose it had to end sooner or later. Still, despite recognizing the call, Cyril took his time in responding, opening one bleary eye to confirm that yes, it was indeed Noodle outside his window, before standing up and stretching, relishing his last moments in the sunbeam and its warmth. Cyril's knees buckled just slightly as he descended from his perch, and he lumbered the several tail-lengths between the couch and the door with only the mildest of discomfort. He stuck his head out the flap, turning to see Noodle seated on the windowsill. The tom didn't look good; while normally fairly steady on his feet, Noodle now looked much worse for wear, more wobbly than usual and bearing some unpleasant looking scratches down his chest and one of his legs. Not surprising, considering how he spends his time, thought Cyril, but he kept that to himself. "Rats, again?" he asked, gruff voice rumbling out of him in its typical tenor of disuse. He knew about Noodle's penchant for rat-hunting—in fact, he knew a great deal more about Noodle than he had any real desire to. His neighbor was quite chatty and seemed to expect much the same of Cyril, both to his amusement and annoyance. But as much as Cyril was disinclined to speak at any great lengths about himself (or much of anything, to be more exact), he was even more disinclined to leave an obviously injured cat in the lurch. Especially one as young and—Cyril grudgingly admitted—endearing as Noodle. "Why are so worried about me when you're the one torn up? Get down from there before you fall off." Without waiting for a response, Cyril pushed himself the rest of the way through the door, grimacing at the cold. He made his way to the spot just below the windowsill where Noodle was perched; he had a pretty good idea of what he could do to help, but it never hurt to get a closer look first.
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SilverWings
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26 Posts
About Me
Hi I'm SilverWings (Or just Silver) ! I'm a huge fan of tons of games and shows like the Elder Scrolls and Fallout series, and Castlevania (and a million other shows I don't have room to list here.) Feel free to hop into any of my open threads, or to plot with me! (Or just to chat!!)
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Post by SilverWings on Jul 15, 2021 17:13:40 GMT
"Nothing worse than a dirty thieving rat" He could hear the movement inside the house answering his call, and make out a faint outline through the window despite the glare of the reflection outside. It made the window more of a mirror- though it was clear the occupant inside heard him and was moving to what sounded like the door. Finally the tom came into view, "Rats, again?" Noodle nodded as he snarled, "The Vermin have been increasing in numbers day by day. I'm fighting more than normal every hunt." Noodle informed, embarrassed that he'd been nearly bested by just two rats. Normally he could take on more than one at a time, but it was clear he'd been over exerting himself especially with the cold. He'd only been coming home to eat and head right back out, and it was catching up to him quick.
"Why are so worried about me when you're the one torn up? Get down from there before you fall off." Noodle jumped down with a scoff followed by a light laugh as he obeyed the older tom. "I'll recover fine and be back out in no time, not my first scratch." He breathed out the words through grit teeth, forcing a calm smile. "Plus, I like to check on as many as possible before sundown- and it's been a bit since we spoke... and you were the closest." He wasn't one to admit he was in pain, but rat bites and scratches hurt more when they were under your arm and the wounds were scraping together against one another back and forth with every step. Everything throbbed and ached on top of it, he felt a million moons old as he sat himself up straight next to the other tom, attempting to hold onto some posture as he sighed. He would rather he be the one get to hurt than some poor kits out playing or a twoleg trying to throw something away. The sickness and injuries those damn rodents carried around were no joke, and their own killer instincts and claws and teeth were dangerous, as demonstrated by the scars.
"I think I'm overdue for a long nap at home after I'm done with my check-ins." He again laughed through the pain, still plenty well enough to charm his way through the burn, feeling it more an inconvenience than a danger. "Speaking of, this is about you not me! How have you been, aside from me dragging you out in the cold?"
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Post by Sigh on Jul 15, 2021 18:14:46 GMT
cyril As Cyril peered up at his lanky companion, a snarl distracted him from his investigation. Oh, he's just going on about vermin again, Cyril noted. He typically tuned out of Noodle's rat-centered tirades, but with the given circumstances, he thought it might be best for the tom to focus his attention on his rage against the rats rather than whatever was causing him discomfort. Cyril gave what he hoped was an encouraging grunt to signal that he was listening—a luxury he rarely afforded to his conversation partners. Noodle continued to speak after joining Cyril below the windowsill, and his words washed over Cyril, their sound a persistent hum of noise on the edge of his awareness as he took a closer look at the tom's injuries. They were more or less what Cyril had expected based on his first glance and what he knew of Noodle's adventures. The tom's stance and step also granted some insight into his battered state, the limp being the most obvious symptom. Luckily, though, Noodle didn't seem to be bleeding too heavily—at least, not anymore. Wouldn't want to have to scrounge up cobwebs at this time of year, thought Cyril, But I can probably stop these wounds from getting any worse."Back out in no time? That's a good way to get yourself killed." To prove his point, Cyril nudged Noodle's scratched leg slightly. Not that he needed to—Noodle hadn't been as stealthy about his discomfort as he seemed to think, forced laughter notwithstanding; perhaps a younger or more spry cat wouldn't have picked up on it, but Cyril was intimately familiar with the sensation of pain pulling at him with even simple movements. "Don't think I can't tell you're having trouble walking," he grumbled dryly, punctuating his point by standing up and demonstrating his own unsteady gait. He was headed towards the back of the house, hoping some of the plants he'd tucked away under the porch were in decent enough shape to serve Noodle's needs. "Follow me."Cyril was not a fast walker even on his best days, but he made a concerted effort to slow his steps every so slightly more. Better to let Noodle think the slow pace was because of Cyril and not vice versa, he figured. But of course, even with a hefty helping of rat scratches, Noodle's nosiness was still going strong. Cyril sighed. How have I been? he wondered. Well, he would have said—if he had been interested in saying anything in response. Sure, sometimes he tired of loping from sunbeam to sunbeam and waiting for his next meal, but he was fine. Life was good. And if the troublesome youngsters of the neighborhood made his life a little more interesting once in a while, it was more annoying than exciting, definitely. Probably. "Why do you care how I've been?" the question was not intoned as such, Cyril's pitch remaining level all the way through, "You would do well to worry more about yourself than others once in a while." As exciting as the goings-on of cats like Noodle were, Cyril was never pleased to see them injured, and Noodle definitely seemed to be one of the most susceptible to accidents.
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SilverWings
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26 Posts
About Me
Hi I'm SilverWings (Or just Silver) ! I'm a huge fan of tons of games and shows like the Elder Scrolls and Fallout series, and Castlevania (and a million other shows I don't have room to list here.) Feel free to hop into any of my open threads, or to plot with me! (Or just to chat!!)
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Post by SilverWings on Aug 12, 2021 21:52:19 GMT
"Nothing worse than a dirty thieving rat" "Don't think I can't tell you're having trouble walking," The tom's voice earned a sheepish smile as he glanced away. Of course he couldn't hide his injuries from the older and more wise and experienced- but his brave face convinced most others he'd at least turn out alright. Not a one seemed to understand his goals or actions though, other than the occasional kit he'd inspired with stories of fun fighting in the wild. Older cats preferred their cozy dens, Cyril surely being no exception. Noodle himself liked staying indoors- but his life was dedicated to making sure others were forever able to enjoy their homes without the threat of rats and dogs and raccoons or stray cats even appearing and making their lives take a turn.
"I care about every cat in town." He spoke back, holding his head a little higher as he followed the older Tom, "There's work to be done when one is protecting their kin. Related by blood or not, I only wish to ensure the safety of all house cats- and strays too if they're docile. Rats have been growing in numbers- and wherever their nest is- it's too far for me to track without worrying my twolegs... but honestly-" He sighed and hung his head as he finally sat when they reached their destination, "There's too many for me to fight alone. I would never dream of asking the others here to help me, but as you can see I'm being worn down enough that even just two or three can give me a good thrashing." His thoughts wandered back as they had been as of late- to the stories of the old clan cats from the deep forests. Multiple clans that killed one another and sharpened their claws on the bones of their enemies. Perhaps these clan cats also fed on rats- and had been keeping their numbers down for a while. They did seem to come from the forests along with the other creatures.
"I've been searching the forests as deep as I dare go for the wild cats- to see if the legends were true at all. I've not found anything yet, but there are a few individual strays I've scented. There's strays from across the road into the city I've met on occasion as well. Perhaps it's time I started recruiting... Oh but what would we call ourselves? Rat Defense? Rat Patrol?" He brought his attention ack to Cyril, as his eyes had drifted to his own paws as he thought out loud. "Sorry-" He smiled still, "Cold must be going to my head." 435 WORDS - Sigh - I'm sorry it took SOOOOO long D:
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Post by Sigh on Aug 29, 2021 13:31:56 GMT
cyril Cyril scoffed at the sheepish smile Noodle leveled at him. Laugh it up while you can, he grumbled internally, Get a little older and it won't be so amusing anymore. Not that Cyril imagined Noodle actually found his regular tussles with rats to be all that amusing; there was a weariness to the youngster that would have tugged at the heartstrings of a softer cat than Cyril. As it was, though, Cyril merely grunted in response to Noodle's self-sacrificing chatter before adding, "Can't help cats if you're dead. Asking for help once in a while wouldn't kill you." In fact, it might just do the opposite, he mused. Luckily—for Noodle's own sake—the idea of carrying on the crusade with some assistance seemed to have not entirely escaped his consideration. Although... Rat Patrol? Seriously? Cyril refused to dignify his companion's musings with a response, choosing instead to continue their staggering path towards the back porch. The den in which he and his twolegs resided was not overly large, but it was cold out, and neither of the two cats were moving at a decent speed. It took a while for the two of them to wind their way around to the back of the den. Good thing the weather's too foul for any youngsters to be out and about gawking at us slowpokes, Cyril thought idly, coming to rest besides the strangely uniform wooden slats making up the porch. Even after all his moons spent living amongst these folk, he was still confused by their dens and all their straight lines. Regardless, the back porch was both largely neglected by his housefolk and excellent at sheltering Cyril's stash from the harsher elements of the outdoors. He ducked his head and ignored the creaking of his limbs as he lowered himself to walk underneath. The meager pile of roots was exactly where Cyril had expected it to be—no interference by pesky critters, it seemed. Cyril eyed the herbs. They didn't seem to have been too poorly effected by the cold weather, and had stayed dry thanks to the shelter of the porch. The sharp smell was still strong, as well, so with as much confidence in their effectiveness as he could muster, Cyril grabbed most of what was left of his supply in his mouth and made his way out from under the porch to where Noodle was waiting. "Here," Cyril grumbled, dropping the roots in the space between them. "Maybe chewing these up will warm you some." This wasn't the first time they had done this, although Noodle's wounds this time were perhaps worse than in the past. Still, Cyril trusted the tom to remember his relatively straightforward instructions from last time. It's not that hard if even I can do it, he thought, taking half the pile back in his mouth and chewing. "As a thank-you, you can get me some more of this once you're healed. Maybe get some of those strays to help you out. Sound like a deal?"
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