PAFP The Farm a place where lovers go | intro

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He should have been curled in a warm bed, the soft breaths of his littermates rising and falling beside him. Instead, his chest heaved, the tight webbed walls pressing in on all sides. Dark pelt ragged with many moons spent sleeping in a metallic branch bed. The two-legs had grabbed and ripped ripped him from the only world he knew. Now he was drowning in darkness, lost in their nonsensical chatter.

Beneath him the monster roared, its belly trembling with every movement. Time stretched endlessly as he pressed against the cold, unyielding floor. The burn of tears stung his eyes, but he barely dared to blink. His slim head snapped side to side, wide ears straining, body trembling.

Where am I? Then stillness. The hum faded as the two-legs voices grew distant. Red sucked in a shaky breath, body tight with dread. The floor shifted, and suddenly he was falling.

The breath was ripped from his lungs as he crashed into the ground. Grass, dirt, and jagged pebbles bit into his thin frame, sending a fresh wave of pain searing up his leg. He gasped but had no time to recover. Overhead, the two-legs moved, their giant figures stepping back into the beast. Its throat howled, and Red flinched, scrambling clumsily into the nearest patch of brush. His limbs ached. His heart pounded. He barely had time to peek through the blades of blonde grass before the monster roared away, vanishing into the dusty expanse of its endless path.

Silence engulfed Red. It settled like a thick fog, curling over his fur and tightening around his chest. Reality hit shortly after, like ice injected through his veins.

They left me. He was alone.

Red swallowed, his throat dry. Brown eyes darted toward the looming structure ahead coupled with stretches of land. It reeked of other cats, strange scents, and two-legs. Possibly even feral, untamed scents that sent a violent shiver down his spine. His large ears flattened. Left leg stinging, chest aching, and his mind racing with questions that had no answers.

What happens now? Where do I go? Where is home? Nothing looked familiar. No raggedy white fence, stacked dens, or tiny window to peek through and glimpse at the world beyond. He had never been this far before let alone so exposed. This was unknown. Dangerous.

His breath hitched. Panic clawed at his belly. He could smell himself. Fear rolling off in waves, thick and unmaskable. If there were cats here, or other things lurking in the dark, they would know. They would find him. With a trembling exhale, Red pressed low, belly dragging through the dirt. He needed to move. Needed to hide. Above all he needed to pray that whatever waited in the shadows would take mercy on him.

OOC Please wait for @goldy !​

 

[GOLDENROAR]

☆ It was dark.

In hours like this, Goldy took time to do.. patrols, of a sort. He kept an eye on the goats, ensured that no predator was creeping on the chickens or into the barn. He took pride in the job best left to the livestock dogs, only some of which got along with the host of mousers within the barn's grasp. Occasionally, he peered towards the gravel road where he and his siblings had been dumped. It was like a viscous cycle, one he could only watch and never stop, though maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Cats here had an okay life. There was enough mice and rats to go around.

Ears perked and twitched as the tell-tale rumble of a monster marked it's arrival. His ears pinned backwards, teeth gritting as he pushed from the fence and headed towards the grass, slinking through the longer blades that were beginning to perk in newleaf's grasp. Golden fur prowled towards where the monster was, night-adjusted eyes watching an unfamiliar cat being dumped onto the ground. He smelled of... what the horses often smelled of. Medicinal. Fear scent. Aqua eyes blinked, not unkind, towards the figure laying in the grass.

Goldy did reveal himself then, slowly pushing free of the darkened underbrush that littered the ground between the gravel path and the barn. "Easy does it." He says quietly, ears perking to keep watch for predators. "My name is Goldy. Not gonna hurt y'." He says, vision shifting over his shoulder, then back towards Red. "But we need t' get you out of the open." There is no mirth in his voice- it is steel and determination, making sure this cat stayed alive. He wasn't dying, not on Goldy's watch.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ GOD MONEYS NOT CONCERNED ABOUT ☆ THE SICK AMONG THE PURE

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• GOLDY he/him, mouser of the barn, thirty-five moons.
  ☆ A tall, long warm golden-brown tabby with aqua eyes. Often wearing a confident smile or chatting someone up.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older sibling to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[COLD]

THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK,
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM​

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There were some cats out there that despised the twolegs. Hated them, for whatever sour action had befallen them or their loved ones. Feared them for the things they'd done or the storys they'd heard. Some cat loved the twolegs. Stood by them as gentle and generous. As caretakers and kin.

For Cold, twolegs weren't so different from cats, really. If everything he'd heard from all the cats he'd spoken to was anything to go by, the strange, upwalking creatures were really just as varied and unpredictable as cats themselves.

Some were genuine and a pleasure to be around. Others were monsters who shouldn't have a right to the air they breathed.

As amber eyes watched the monster roll off down the road, cat tossed out like yesterdays trash, he thought he might know what kind these ones were.

Goldy had already approached the stranger by the time Cold made it to them, but it was dark and he could smell the fear rolling off the other in waves, and garnered them enough sympathy to draw him over even when he knew the golden tom probably had it handled.

"Are you okay?" he asked, tone calm but eyes vigilant as they scanned the surrounding area. "And he's right. You're safe for now, but you should really get inside the barn or something."

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barn cat/future windclan- 7 months - male - an athletic gray tabby with yellow eyes​

 

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Dilated pupils locked onto the spot where the grasses began to split, his heart high in his windpipe as steps carefully approached. I wont go down without a fight! His ebony pelt prickled, chest tightening, body rigid and ready to spring into action if necessary. Even with his sore leg throbbing from the pressure of the awkward stance a rush of adrenaline had already thrown it to the back of his mind. Whoever it was, he wouldn't be caught off guard, not by any means.

Pulling from his small background of scrapping with other starving backyard cats. He knew his chances of winning were low, but if he had to fend for himself, then so be it.

A pale face emerged, nearly stealing his soul with it. An instinctive growl bubbled from their white throat but slowly dissipated as the unfamiliar feline's words reached his ears. Their bright features bled out from the darkness Goldy? Red wasn't sure why or how, but this perfect stranger seemed to ease his nerves, if only a little. Maybe it was the drawl in the golden tabby's serious tone that made him nod silently in understanding. Maybe he was finally taking in the gravity of the situation. Either way, Red didn't want to be stranded with nowhere to hide anymore. Weighing the options at paw he knew the options dealt were minimal. Swallowing his pride and terror, he relented.

"Okay." He whispered back, fur flattening as he slunk closer to the larger tom. "I-I'm Red."

If his heart thrummed any louder, he was sure it could be heard in the wobble of his voice. What choice did he have other than to follow? Without another sorry soul to call on for help, this cat was his best chance at making it out of here. Otherwise, he would be left to figure it out on his own, or worse, possibly attacked if he refused.

Catching the stark blueish gaze in the dark, he paused for a moment, soft browns pleading silently for Goldy to lead the way. The farm cat seemed well-fed, his coat soft and full. Such a strange thing for Red to see. Given their opposing statures, his frail frame of jutting bones and dirtied pelt made him look like night and day compared to the tabby.

I'm putting my trust in you. By the heavens, I hope you're not lying to me. If only his body would stop shaking. For now, he stuck to his belly crawl, doing his best not to slow the other down.

Then, a new voice cut through the still night air. Red flinched. Another cat but a much younger one. His breath hitched as he shrank back, ears pressing flat against his skull. His gaze darted toward the dark-pelted feline who had approached. Warily he eyed from the side of Goldy and was relieved to note the additional cats lack of hostility. Safe? That was something he couldn't comprehend right now. When asked if he was okay, he could only glance at his leg. Any emotional turmoil now a foggy backdrop.

A small gash ran along the side of his inner leg, and at last, his whirring mind registered the coppery stench of blood. It was a minor injury at best, but Red was no less taken aback by the fact that he hadn't even noticed the open wound until now.

"No." Was all he could scrounge up for the questioning barn cat.​

 

[Chickenscratch]

My broken wings dream of the sky
and they'll never be able to fly,​

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CHICKENSCRATCH, She/Her / 50 moons / Future Skyclan Warrior
Long hair Amber 'blue' molly with flame point / short hair cream tabby chimera with golden eyes
Daughter of HOOT, Sibling of OWL(BEAR)
Super chill and a good listener, tends to look on the bright side wherever possible (maybe even a bit too much), almost always gives other cats silly nicknames so prepare yourself
Tagging [@]

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The roar of the monster, the thing that the twolegs could tame, to most cats it was an omen and it wasn't as though anyone could blame them— it was called what it was called for a reason. Even the monsters that the twolegs from the farms tamed to help them gather their food were something that cats knew to keep away from, but they were different from this kind of monster.

Chickenscratch had been up in the night to take a check around the area of her own accord, and one of the youngsters, Cold, had gone out towards where the monster's roar had been so Chickenscratch trailed behind him just to be sure he was safe. Luckily, Goldy was also out here, no doubt on his semi-regular patrols. There was also another scent, another face, a cat that Chickenscratch didn't recognise, and they looked sullen— and the older cat could easily guess as to why. "Hey darlin', I'm Chickenscratch, Goldylocks an' Coldfluff are right, y'd be better off in th' barn" There was certainly no point in going after the monster, it wasn't worth it for multiple reasons.

Thus, there was no point in focusing on it, or it's twoleg tamers, the important thing was making sure this newcomer was safe. Chickenscratch stepped closer, noticing the injury they had. Minor though it may be, it needed to be cleaned and looked at! "Oh, y'poor dear, d'ya need s'more help movin'?" Chickenscratch understood that Goldy would likely help but further assistance couldn't hurt.

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Only if we never try...
On my

LOOOOOOOVE

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[GOLDENROAR]

His ear twitched towards Cold, then Chickenscratch in the order that they arrived- not so much to speak or signal to them, but simple acknowledgement that they were here. His focus, however, remained on Red. The stranger had understandable shrunk away when he first arrived. Goldy thinks he would have too, and maybe he did when they were first found- him and his brother. Someone better fed and healthier then them, with all of the means to kill them if they wanted, stepping out of the dark? Yeah, he doesn't blame the stranger at all.

Red, as he declares himself, can stand and move. That is a relief. The injury that Goldy can smell doesn't inhibit him from rising and moving, which means that Red can transport himself back to camp without Goldy having to carry him. He chuffed quietly, catching Red's gaze for a moment. Stoic gaze softened briefly before he's turning towards the barn, letting Red get closer if he wished. He glanced at Cold, then towards Chickenscratch. "'e's alright." He rumbled briefly. He hopes this has nothing to do with any brief fling or spat of emotions. Goldy didn't really need that right now.

He steps closer to Red, offering his flank to help the other move, before starting the entourage back to the barn. "If y' two could watch for any predators, tha' would be great." Goldy asked of Cold and Chickenscratch, vision pointed forward.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDY he/him, to-be-windclanner, thirty three moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.