Private Kittypet don't tap the glass // granmamare

[Fujimoto]

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Trying to catch Fizzystar was like trying to find a whisker in stack of hay. He should have gathered more information before formally parting with them, but he hadn't thought it would be so troublesome to narrow down 'WarriorClan' between the winding paths of twolegplace. He had even retraced his steps from the last time he visited, lingering outside Olive's twoleg den before giving up and moving on.

He had eventually made enough turns to get himself, admittedly, a little lost. He was in someone's garden now, nestled amongst a row of twoleg nests that all looked the same. Every road he had turned down he found his own scent from passing by before and he couldn't tell if he was walking in circles or finding how he had gotten here. The muscle along his hip had begun to ache, forcing him to rest in the garden instead and hope that some time to clear his head would help.

The shrill creak of the twoleg den snapped him to attention, however, and he watched with wide eyes as another cat entered the garden with him. He didn't recognize her from the WarriorClan cats he spoke with, and if she were anything like Oliveoil, he should start moving.

"S-so sorry, I was- i was just, uh, leaving." The Sun Guard rose with a slight wince as his hip ached in protest from the abrupt rise. Hopefully Swallowbreeze or, StarClan forbid, Hawkstar would not have his hide for overworking himself to another day of bedrest.

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[granmamare]

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granmamare — ♡ɞ˚

Lounging about in a warm patch of sun that filters through the colorful glass of the window, Granamare was more than comfortable in a half-asleep state. With little to want for and even littler to fear, the orange-splashed molly had such a lack of responsibility that most of her days droned on in this way. Quiet... peaceful... littered with naps between lazy battings at whatever sweet-scented offerings her Twolegs provided. Today, however, they are not so fussed to dangle treats and toys in front of her face, cooing at her as a rough hand reaches to scratch at the pale furs under her chin. Her purr is soft, a protesting and surprised mew alerting them that they'd disturbed her rest but... ultimately, she isn't bothered by it.

It rises with a stretch of willowy limbs, shaking out the lengths of its fur before turning to fuss over a few misplaced hairs. It is when it pulls away to gaze out at the garden that she spots an oddity. A change in rhythm to her typical boring day. Carefully, the sunset-toned cat rubs up against the legs of one of her owners, drawing them towards the door in a bid to let her outside. They are very obliging, saying something she cannot understand as they gingerly usher her into the greenery.

But he doesn't look very eager to see her, this stranger that has crawled into her domain. Its eyebrows lift in surprise, wondering if there is something it has done to seem unkind. "Well that's unfortunate. . . It's not often I get company." She lifts a paw to delicately brush aside some of the furs along her cheek, trying to appear as unbothered by his presence as possible. "I won't keep you. . . if you have somewhere to be but. . ." She sizes him up through her lashes, sun-warmed earthy eyes scanning the grimace on his face. "It looks like you need a rest. You can stay. . . if you like."

 

[Fujimoto]

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The unsteady, anxious rise of his heart reaching his throat began to cool as the kittypet answered him kinder than anticipated. Fujimoto hated the feeling of being caught, how it made him feel like an overgrown kit as his ear-tips burned with sudden shame. While the kittypet didn't appear offended by their presence in its garden, he couldn't simply shake it off.

It did not help that he couldn't find it in himself to tear his eyes away from hers. Round greens drew into her comforting, sun-glow sights he almost didn't catch that she was asking him to stay. "H-How?" The question stumbled more abruptly than he wanted, his fur rising as he made himself more frazzled. "I mean- uh, you l-look, you-" Fujimoto laughed as he tried to unscramble the words in his mouth. His shoulders clicked in his own crawling discomfort while she moved with far more grace.

"You are v-very... friendly. More than I e-ex-expected." He explained carefully as he tried to keep his words in line. "I d-do have somewhere t-to-to be but... You're right. I-I have a, uh, a bad hip." Fujimoto sat back into the soft grass and favored his other side. "It would be um, nice. To sit, j-just for a bit. You-You have a lovely g-garden to look at." It was still hard to adjust to, not being able to push on like he could before. The more frequent stops on patrols, stars he hadn't even brought himself to even attempt climbing even the lowest branches of the pines yet. But this kittypet didn't have to know that, at least. She was not one of the faces in SkyClan awaiting his return, as he imagined their faces of pity, as untrue that may be.

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[granmamare]

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granmamare — ♡ɞ˚

She rears her head slightly at the sudden question, amused and surprised in equal measure by his dumb-founded charm. Her gaze moves towards her own paws, inspecting herself and the wisps of ruddy fur that she has wasted time grooming over. Was it meant to be a compliment, the thing the fizzled from him and popped before it could be fully formed? It veers sharply away from being a compliment of her looks, a summary instead of her hospitality. It nods with a slow blink, drawing up a deep breath like every piece of conversation is a grueling task that must be set to with greatest efforts, "Has someone been... unfriendly to you here, dear?" Its attention glides towards the fence-line, an accusation forming in the quiet space at the back of her head. Who in her neighborhood had the audacity to cause a ruckus... to stoke fear in the hearts of such... silly wanderers as this?

The red strands of theory fall away limply as the suited tom explains a history of this aching, betraying body... it is not a threat of her countrymen, just his existence. "I see... that does seem an unfortunate bother- your paws look worn, you travel a lot despite the ache?" She lets out a sigh that suggests jealousy or maybe just lazy admiration, "You must be quite the dedicated and brave soul when it matters most, I'd be delighted to share in your company as long as you like." A noble heart to rest safely in the warmth of her garden, one he has expertly identified as lovely... she glances it over with an approving hum. "Consider it yours as much as it is mine.... though, if you don't mind, your name, dear?"

"You may call me Granmamare... in return."

 

[Fujimoto]

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Fujimoto's stare traveled with hers, to the open blue skies the fence pointed to, where other kittypets and strays appeared on the other side. He shook his head quickly against her accusation, no, surprisingly. Though some of the WarriorClanners were a bit more abrasive, they were rather good at keeping their streets free of any scoundrels lurking in the alleys. He wondered if Granmamare happened to be one of them.

"Oh, yes. I, uh, have to." The Guard curled his paw inward, becoming aware of the tough callouses that lined what was once soft padded flesh too many moons ago. The rocky walls of his old home had hardened his skin, enough that the pine's bark barely nipped him when he held it too tight. "I b-belong to Sky-SkyClan. From the, uh, forest outs-side of here." Fujimoto felt the warmth of his pride glow in his voice. Equally he felt the bashful heat of her compliment go right to his cheeks. He placed a paw up to one and leaned against it, hoping the tilt of his head would hide his blush.

Delighted by her sweetness, Fujimoto felt the tension in his shoulders finally give, and a laugh blurted from his maw. His manners! They must have disappeared the moment he locked eyes with it. "Fujimoto!" He declared with a smile. "That's... lovely. Y-You have, um, a lovely name." Fujimoto rubbed the cheek his pushed into his paw and instead moved to flatten the fur on his chest.

"I lived, um, in a g-garden like this. Once. N-Not as... um... ext-extrava-gant. B-But pretty." Simple. Dotted with daisies that made him sneeze in newleaf and tall stalks of hyacinth. Not too much for his twolegs to handle, just enough to make the garden not look so drab in the warm seasons.

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