Open A WHOLE NEW WORLD ❤︎ EXPLORING

[fitzgerald]

Fitzgerald's claws pick up a steady rhythm of click click click on the pavement. He remembers the warm, naked paws of his owners using something sharp and honestly kind of intimidating to keep its growth at bay — because of course, the fuzzy structures that they had set up for him were never enough, and it was much easier to force someone else to take care of his manicure.

The long, long journey had taken a toll on his perfect little talons... but in the same vein, Fitzgerald is starting to neglect its quality. Him entering the unfamiliar Twolegplace with its familiar setting is announced way in advance.

Hawkstar doesn't know. Fitzgerald doubts she would care; there are way too many more important things to take care of. Certainly more important than an ex-kittypet, daylight warrior, without his owners. He feels lost... perhaps peering into what is around their so-called new home will ease his worries. If nothing else, he will know what this place has in store for them.

A cheeky smile sits upon his face. Hawkstar may as well thank him for his efforts!

Even despite his unusually low and frustrated mood, Fitzgerald manages to let curiosity uplift his spirits. He takes in the different colored houses, the different styled fences, and the well-worn path he is taking.

"Hello?"

he calls out, hoping that his voice will be heard by some fellow cats that he could question- or get to know, of course.

@Rosepaw but not PAFP!

 

[Gingerbread]

————————————————— Overboard, lost in the wilderness. ✦

Gingerbread still wasn't all too fond of the bite of these cool months, curled up on the highest ledge of the small structure in the stretch of grass outside his twoleg's place. The fluffier twoleg often called for him when he was caught on his favourite vantage point, but not as if their furless hind legs could get them to his spot; even with a leg less compared to them. He enjoyed the view, it peered over the walls that surrounded his territory, allowing sight into the surrounding territories and the pavement that cut by the outside, where he spent his days watching twolegs pass by, often happy to see the tom perched up with their strange speak and furless hands trying in vain to ruffle his fur. By then, he was more than used to the monsters that roared past; perhaps it was those that his twolegs fretted about him being injured by, but they underestimated his wisdom with such beasts.


For his comfortable, relaxed appearance, Gingerbread wasn't the most familiar with the place. He vaguely recognised the faces of neighbour cats and some others that frequented the area, but largely, he was a newcomer to most that passed by. So, hearing a tom he didn't recognise call out, his ears pricked in curiosity. With a yawn and a stretch - wanting a little excitement in a day that was otherwise lounging in the little sun he could get these days - he lightly pounced off the roof and balanced on the wall edge until a brown and tan cat came to view. He tilted his head curiously. "Well, ain't that a new face 'round these parts." Gingerbread purred, looking down at the stranger as he spoke, "You ain't lost, are ya? You sure look it."

———— I wasn't big, I wasn't small.

I wasn't anyone at all. ————

• 
  Gingerbread
  ✦—Kittypet
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large, cinnamon tortie with mismatched blue and green eyes, missing a back leg and wearing a green kittypet collar.
  #DD4531

 

[Latte]

No Matter What They Tell You

The Future's Up For Grabs

Latte's taking advantage of a rare moment alone and away from the riff raff, limbs tucked underneath her large frame with eyes closed to drink in the warmth of the winter sun while she can from the fence she had claimed for her perch. After she warmed up a bit she would make her rounds- this wasn't a part of twolegplace she wandered often and so the kittypets and loners in the area were sure to have some sort of new gossip. It's as the molly is mentally going through her checklist of places to visit for the day that she hears an unfamiliar voice. A single green eye cracked open to spy the stranger. She'd never seen this cat before in her life. While it was impossible to know EVERY cat in twolegplace she was positive that this cat was newly arrived. Perhaps even that very day.

"Hey there, stranger!" With a stretch Latte stood, jumped down to meet the tom on even ground. The voice of another reaches tufted ears and she glances up to see a kittypet looking down at them both from the fence of his own yard. "Maybe he's just exploring~!" Latte answered with a purr of her own before sniffing. Hmm... He smelled a bit like the forest. Was that colony of cats sending out scouts now or had he simply left them behind? Leroy might want to know about this.

"You from that forest colony, friend? Bit of a ways away from home, aren't you?"

IS THERE A WORD FOR BAD MIRACLE

✬

───────heartbreak feels so good──────

• 
  Latte
  — Errand Runner Of The Riff-Raff
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Large, Green-eyed, Brown And Cream She Cat
  #8ed679

 

[fitzgerald]

Just like that, Fitzgerald finds what he's looking for. The gentle back-and-forth that the stranger's decorated collar makes is almost hypnotizing; it is proof for his fragile little heart, proof that even if this place is new and scary, it shelters familiar aspects. The tom purrs, and Fitzgerald purrs straight back, tail flicking towards the sky excitedly.

"Lost? No, no,"

he states, though it can be easily disproven. By strict definition, Fitzgerald has been lost ever since SkyClan set out... all of his fantasies about moving close by to his original Twolegplace had been dwindled out fast.

By his own view, he is decisively not lost. Fitzgerald knows the way back to SkyClan.

"Just..."

His eyes dart around as if the answer would leap straight into his agape mouth.

"Looking around, that's all! Trying to familiarize myself. You live here, I imagine?"

A wave of jealousy creeps up on him, unpleasant but far from unexpected. He needs some patience... a bit of faith, like how his Clanmates had faith. In time, he would not scoff upon the notion of calling this a home as well.

The very skies decides to give Fitzgerald yet another stranger to talk to — this one meets him at eye level, and she seems to guess his mission correctly, so he nods at her quick enough to make himself a little dizzy. What she says next is less comforting though.

"Colony? I came with SkyClan actually, I didn't know there were... others."

Worry turns his expression into a slight frown; will this colony give them trouble? They had enough as is...

"Should I be worried?"

 

[Rosepaw]

Oh, I can't stop feeling I want her love ♡

He knew apprentices were not to leave camp without a warrior, preferably their mentor themselves; but in a way he was with a warrior if you really thought about it and Hawkstar was so busy getting everyone settled down that it would have been a nuisance to ask her. It was how he rationalized his decision to follow Fitzgerald, nose wrinkled as he caught wind of the familiar scent of twolegs on the wind and the white fences of a twoleg nest in the distance, the sight of it made his stomach churn, remembering Crowsight and how his mother had lied to them over the former daylight warrior's absence on the journey. Rosepaw found himself longing for their old home, wishing things had been different and he could live blissfully unaware of the fact one parent had chosen a life of ease and comfort over his own kits and the other hid it from them all. Maybe it was bitter projection but as he watched the daylight warrior cheerfully greet the other cats approaching him he grit his teeth in disgust at the display, thought kittypet blood ran in his own veins he found himself recoiling inwardly at how lax they were all acting as if Fitzgerald wasn't even aware he was making a fool of himself and SkyClan. Hawkstar would not have tolerated this, he's pretty sure his mentor had hoped they didn't settle near a twolegplace at all and to see cats already running off to find it-it was a betrayal. A piercing, agonizing betrayal. The chocolate lynx point broke from where he crouched along the tall grass, turned to dash back off toward their camp with burning eyes and rage bubbling in his chest. This couldn't stand.

But all my dreaming is not enough...

So in the mornin', the sun will rise

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ And I'll wake up and she won't be-MINE

• 

  Rosepaw

  
  — Apprentice of SkyClan
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Chocolate Sepia Tabby w/low white & blue eyes.
  #ef6c71
  
  

 

[Gingerbread]

————————————————— Overboard, lost in the wilderness. ✦

Gingerbread purred in agreement with the creme-coloured molly, he'd seen her about before, though he never stopped to talk; she seemed nice enough though. He looked to the brown tom again, he seemed to have perked up seeing more cats around, usually newcomers wouldn't look forward to being outnumbered by this, so perhaps he really was just exploring. Though his voice betrayed that perhaps, stumbling over his words like he was hoping someone else might answer for him, Ginger couldn't help but chuckle lightly; he wouldn't press this roving cat for details, though he seemed curious about the cats here. "Certainly do. Live here with my twoleg folk.", he tilted his head back towards the home he resided in when not lounging outside in his territory. "'m not the most familiar with the area myself but ya never need a paw for some pointers 'least you know where you can find me. Name's Gingerbread, or Ginger, I ain't all too fussed.". He lightly tapped his collar charm, making the light jingling that was now characteristic of his every step; not like these strangers would know what that even was.

With the molly's mention of colony cats and the tom's of this Skyclan, Gingerbread cocked his head curiously. "Now maybe it's my turn to be outta the loop, what's this 'bout colonies and clans?". The tom did smell peculiar; the forest had a certain scent to it when he'd go wandering in on occasion - when his twolegs got on his nerve to catch a mouse or bird to leave in their nest when they took to long to feed him - and he had that sort of scent clung to his fur too. Gingerbread looked out from his perch, the edge of the forest just in view, its another reason why he enjoyed his little vantage point, maybe there were more cats kicking around than he knew.

Speaking of, there was a rustling in some grass nearby, Ginger only ever paid attention when seeking prey, but pondering the thought of colonies of cats being near his home made his ear perk to the first found that jumped out, his eyes narrowing, seeing a small, chocolate furred blur dash out of the grass and away from the twoleg place. His fur ruffled, unsettled by another cat having been creeping around, for a moment he found himself suspicious of the tom sat at the foot of his territory. His tail flicking, he hopped from his wall to the pavement below, staring at the tom now eye-to-eye. "Imma repeat myself only once, what's all this 'bout more cats hangin' round these parts?". He tried not to sound accusatory immediately, but given the molly only mentioned a cat colony, he was more than curious to know more. He shot a look at the molly too, he trusted her more than this strange little newcomer, but she knew something too clearly and he wasn't all too fond of not being in the know.

———— I wasn't big, I wasn't small.

I wasn't anyone at all. ————

• 
  Gingerbread
  ✦—Kittypet
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large, cinnamon tortie with mismatched blue and green eyes, missing a back leg and wearing a green kittypet collar.
  #DD4531

 

[STRAWBERRY]

Strawberry arrives on scene a little bit before Fitzgeralds introduction to something called the colony; she announces her arrival with a loud mew of "hi friends!" as she takes her seat a little too close to the newcomer in the twolegplace. New cats are fun, and she's never ever seen this guy in her entire life, which makes him fun and new and exciting and she takes it upon herself to sniff at him, ears swiveling backwards. He smells like.... A scent she cannot quite place, something foresty from beyond the fences, somewhere that shes never dared to explore before... Her eyes flick towards Gingerbread, a familiar face around the neighborhood, and then towards Latte as she finally settles down near the stranger with a rumbling purr. He was good enough to her, at least, and she listens with interest as he explains something about Skyclan, which was waaaaay too close to the little group she played in.

Her mouth parts to question it, cut off by sudden noise. A rustling a little bit away sounds loud and Strawberry's head snaps straight to it, head tilting more like a dogs would than a cats. "Come back!" she hops up to her paws to chase after, though she stops when she gets more than a few pawsteps away from the group. "You guys scared the little guy away! Smells like you," she sniffs the air, her nose wrinkling. Certainly didn't smell like any of the twoleg shampoos or scents that some of her friends carried on them... "Maybe they'll come back? And then we can allllll talk! Like one big happy group, hehe." she'll trot back over, not yet sitting again.

Gingerbread asks a very important question and shes quick to chime in with her own meant for both Latte (or at least, one question for her) and the newcomer, "whats Skyclan? What is the forest colony? Do you go in to the forest a lot? Y'know, i've heard lots of scary stories about it! You should be careful!"

 

[Latte]

No Matter What They Tell You

The Future's Up For Grabs

Green eyes study the newcomer curiously, his tone betraying the truth in her eyes before idly glancing at Gingerbread with a pang of jealousy and homesickness hitting her as the tom bat the tag dangling off his own collar. That had been her, once. When were her twolegs going to return to their den and come back for her..? Latte was snapped out of her thoughts at first another kittypet joining the impromptu meeting and then the rustling of bushes and blur of fur running towards the forest. She couldn't help the frown crossing her face. Who was that..? A cat from the colony? ...Or this Skyclan the stranger had said he was part of?

"...Some of us loners aren't too fond of company, they probably weren't expecting this many cats to be gathered right here." Comes the answer to the new kittypet's complaint, squinting at her. Wasn't this molly part of that silly little group of kittypets around here? What did they call themselves again? Warriorclan..? What an absolutely ridiculous name.

Gingerbread joins them on the pavement and the molly flicks an ear in acknowledgement of the question. "There is, or was I suppose, a colony of cats living in the forest. Last I heard though they all scattered after fighting amongst themselves. Too many mouths to feed and not enough prey I guess," She mewed, nodding in the direction of the forest. "I never met any of them the couple of times I've gone that far out but I heard it was a fairly big group so it was bound to happen."

'Should I be worried?'

'Y'know, I've heard lots of scary stories about it! You should be careful!'

Ah! The perfect opportunity to do what she does best. The molly leans forward conspiratorially, with eyes wide as if what she was about to say is not meant for her audience's ears. "I don't think you have to worry too much about any other cats in the forest. But-" She straightens up to make a show of looking around for other cats for a moment before leaning forward once more. "There's a gang of cats around here that call themselves the Riff-Raff. I'd stay out of their way if I were you, they're nasty and not shy on who they pick on. I heard they fed a kittypet to the dogs in that weird monster graveyard once. You should warn whatever you called your little group about them too if you're all gonna be hanging about twolegplace."

IS THERE A WORD FOR BAD MIRACLE

✬

───────heartbreak feels so good──────

• 
  Latte
  — Errand Runner Of The Riff-Raff
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Large, Green-eyed, Brown And Cream She Cat
  #8ed679

 

[Gingerbread]

————————————————— Overboard, lost in the wilderness. ✦

Gingerbread huffed a little until, of course, Strawberry, always the smiling bundle of excitement, came bounding along. He couldn't help but smile; she was one of the fellow kittypets he knew, and she couldn't help but try her damnest to chatter along with any and all cats that she stumbled across. She'd tried once to get him to join the strange little group she was a part of, he brushed that notion off though, rather preferring the pampered life instead. Though, his ear flicked as Latte spoke, humming curiously as his eyes darted to the forest border. "Surprised I ain't seem much of 'em, been in there myself a couple of times. Not too far, but always thought I could smell somethin' peculiar. Just thought some sick cats stunk up the place.". Though there was a jolt of guilt, for just a moment, hearing a struggle for prey. Gingerbread lived a comfortable life but hunted mice and birds in that forest for fun. Maybe that habit would stop if the cats were struggling. Or maybe just one mouse for fun won't kill nobody. Either way a bunch of scrappy little nobodies wouldn't stop his walks through the forest when he'd like, not like they'd be able to do much damage if they're all starving to death.

He rolled his eyes to himself about the idea of clan cats, which made him think a little differently about the fluffy tom that had before him; he certainly looked too soft to be in any kind of fight and belonged more in the lap of two legs than anything. Though as Latte spoke about the Riff-Raff, that rag-tag group of cats that hung about, there was a spark of an idea, perhaps a little cruel, but it was getting stuffy 'round here anyways. "You's better listen to her." He motioned towards Latte, with a faux urgency in his voice and widened eyes (for effect!), "I'm tellin' you's to keep away from that Riff-Raff lot, bad news for sure. That poor cat didn't get to live the tale, but I did." Gingerbread's voice was grave, standing up and motioning to his missing leg. "If you ain't careful you won't be as lucky as me..."

———— I wasn't big, I wasn't small.

I wasn't anyone at all. ————

• 
  Gingerbread
  ✦—Kittypet
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large, cinnamon tortie with mismatched blue and green eyes, missing a back leg and wearing a green kittypet collar.
  #DD4531