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Post by SCARlett on Jun 22, 2010 20:48:06 GMT -5
Fox was glad to hear Eli approve, and a smirk of good humour passed over her lips at his especial agreement to her mention of the chicks. Her ears flicked slightly at the sound of the name, and she found herself vaguely wondering where the tom’s sister was. Faint traces of other felines lingered around the place, but Eli’s was the only scent that was dominant and recent.
You speak as if you have not seen your father in quite some time.
She looked over at him, fixing her golden amber eyes on the tom with a careful side-long glance. There was a note of hesitation in his voice, and she knew that he was reconsidering his right to ask the implicit question. The she-cat looked away momentarily, tilting her face to catch the shaft of satin-yellow sunlight falling through the open shutters above.
“I haven’t,” she admitted, but though her voice was quiet, it was level. There was no sorrow to betray for what she stated was a simple fact. “My father brought me up. I traveled with him after leaving my mother. I barely remember her.”
The tip of her long tail twitched slightly, and she followed up the small movement with a wider sweep of the appendage that gave her name.
“We parted ways about twenty or so moons ago. I wanted to explore the world on my own.”
She wondered if Eli would judge her based on this decision. She hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now and again, the ginger she-cat questioned if she had hurt her father when she told him she wanted to leave. Fox frowned faintly, tracing the outline of her lips with the tip of her tongue. Perhaps she actually will find him then. If only to see if he was alright and to point him this way. Her gaze fell on the orange tomcat who looked like he needed a friend.
Well, one who actually spoke his language anyway.
Comments Sorry about the late reply. Been a bit busy recently with getting stuff together, and my drive test is coming up soon. xD
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Post by Otter on Jun 25, 2010 20:39:49 GMT -5
The ragged orange tomcat could hardly hold Fox's lack of family ties against her. Hadn't he up and disappeared from his home for at least a hundred moons? When he had returned, his father had died of old age. Worse than that, Eli had left poor Virginia to care for their aging father alone. It didn't matter that living in the barn was cushy and usually had plenty of prey--they had had to face the second rat infestation on their own, and it had taken a long time for Eli to forgive himself for that.
It was with this in mind that he mewed, "I wouldn't press you, but it wouldn't hurt to find him one day and catch up. I left my home for a long time for the same reason as you, but when I came back my father was gone." There was no sorrow or remorse in Eli's voice; he had spent the last few dozen moons getting over his shame of abandoning his father and sister. In fact, he had come so far as to not feel any form of sadness when thinking about his family. It had, however, taken a long time, and he wouldn't wish the process on any cat.
Perhaps she did not want advice from an old codger like himself. Eli shrugged his narrow shoulders and made his way slowly back down the ladder, stepping carefully so as to avoid slipping and falling on his face. It's getting harder and harder coming up and down that thing, he thought with a contemplative flick of his tail. No doubt I'll one day be confined to the loft. Virginia, too. Where was that crazy she-cat, anyway?
Even as he thought the words, a less-than-sneaky movement outside the barn was caught by even Eli's failing ears, and he turned in confusion to face the barn door. It was not the familiar scent of Virginia that met his nostrils, but the scent of a stranger. Amazing. Two in one day? he thought in surprise.
((I'm hoping to lure someone else in. I think we're both running out of things to say, but I don't really want to end the thread yet unless you want to ^.^))
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Post by irrational on Jun 26, 2010 10:34:51 GMT -5
The Twoleg farm was, by far, not one of his favorite things to explore. There were too many strange creatures, like those tall ones with black spots that gave him funny looks whenever he walked by. Was it strange of him to fear that one of them would run at him and he'd be flattened into the ground? Not at all; perfectly normal thought, the tom thought, Besides, those animals, whatever they are, don't look too fast or intelligent. You could outsmart and outrun them anytime, he added silently.
The silver tabby tom paused in his walk to the barn (where he often spent the night whenever he got bored of his usual den), parting his jaws slightly to draw in the air over his scent glands. Blue eyes narrowed slightly as the tom mulled over the scents he had picked up, unable to reconizge either of them. Rook's paws worked on the lush grass as he considered turning around and leaving, but that would make him look like some coward.
Rook flicked his tail before padding into the barn, pausing as he eyed the cats before him. He had no issue making friends, not usually at least, but he always felt awkward when he stumbled upon two cats, especially when they seemed to be having a conversation.
"Er...hello. I hope I'm not intruding," Rook spoke at last, slightly awkward as he sat where he was and wrapped is fluffy tail around his paws.
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Post by SCARlett on Jul 4, 2010 22:59:39 GMT -5
The ginger she-cat wasn’t too sure how to respond to Eli’s suggestion. She could see where he was coming from. After all, he suspected that he would be the type to want to keep his children around—if he had any, that was. She was, however, surprised that he revealed the part about his own father. To her, it sounded like a personal issue despite the fact that the old tom didn’t tell her anything too emotive. Unable to find anything to say, Fox gave a shrug of her shoulders and nodded. He was probably right, and to be honest, she was curious as to the whereabouts of her father.
“Well, he can’t be too far. If things are as you say, then I expect he’d be looking for a bit of security by now, too.” A slight frown creased the tabby’s brow. She hadn’t seen her father for moons, but she was sure she could find him. There were only so many places the old tom would be familiar enough with to call home in his senior years, and she knew them all.
A new scent drifted into the barn, mixing with the perfume of sunshine and hay. Fox looked up, following Eli’s gaze to the door. Not long after, yet another feline made his entrance, emerging from the sunlight with a flash of silver fur.
The she-cat blinked, waiting for Eli’s reaction, but by his hesitation and surprise, she was certain that this cat was no long-lost-old-friend. There was an awkward pause on both sides, and she let her eyes rest impassively on the newcomer, waiting for him to make a move. His scent was similar to theirs instead of soft like a kittypet’s, but his stance provided no sign of aggression. Though if he suddenly changed his mind, Fox wouldn’t have hesitated to take him on.
Er…hello. I hope I’m not intruding.
“Hello yourself,” she mewed in reply, peering down from the loft at the silver tabby male. His hesitant manner struck a smirk to her whiskers, and she felt the end of her tail twitch in amusement. With a glance to Eli, the dark ginger female settled into her sitting position and curled her long tail around, slightly mirroring the stance of the new cat.
“Fox is the name. Here’s Eli. The chickens are off limits.” She gave this information casually, letting the words simply slip off her tongue. It was about as friendly as she was going to get.
“What can we call you, sweetheart?”
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