The Farm FEELIN' COUNTRY | horse riding?

[BUCK]

He's determined.

Buck knows what he's doing, he's sure. He's a professional at this, he's sure. Somewhere in that hotheaded skull of his is sheer genius ( at least as far as he's concerned ). What if cats could learn to ride on top of horses as twolegs did? They'd never have to walk anywhere again! Plus, it looked fun. Horses were powerful and majestic creatures ( no matter how smelly they were ) and to "tame" one would surely make him the talk of the farm.

It's a crisp afternoon, leafbare's clutches not yet entrapping the land. A light breeze ( hopefully ) keeps Buck's scent downwind as he hops onto the fence beside the grazing mare. The chocolate tabby steadies himself, molten eyes bright with sheer awe of the great creature before him. Now, to calmly climb onto her back without her noticing...

While it appears to work for a moment, Buck's excitement does not last long. The mare, startled by the sudden weight on her back, whinnied and stumbled backward in confusion. "Whoa, now! Easy, easy—" He makes a big mistake, sinking his ivory claws down, which only causes the horse to screech and kick. Buck is, well, bucked.

The tom flies through the air until he tumbles into the dirt, thankfully now behind the safety of the fence where the disturbed beast could not trample him. Buck expelled a few coughs from his lungs, rolling onto his stomach and rising to his paws. Stunned, he strangely welcomes the speedy galloping of his heart. That was a good start! Maybe next time, Buck should offer some hay first...

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒

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  — buck / 26 moons / he/him pronouns
  — loner / barncat
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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[harefoot]

Harefoot hears Buck far before he sees him, and he also hears... a horse? Curiosity peaked, he pads out of from where he'd been lying in the shelter of several stacked hay bales. Buck perched on top of the fence, staring at the back of a large brown horse. Surely not, Harefoot thinks, just as Buck leaps onto the back of the mare– it seems to have... worked, whatever that means in this situation, for about five seconds before the mare bucks him off and he goes flying, tumbling into the dirt. Harefoot watches him, still curious. What could possibly have been his reason? Was he trying to... No, Harefoot simply can't wrap his head around it.

When the large tom starts coughing, Harefoot walks up to him, "you should be careful, Buck," Harefoot says. "It wouldn't be good to be injured this close to leaf bare. There'll be... no herbs, and the cold..." He stares at the larger tom, only half expecting an answer.

They usually didn't talk much, but then Harefoot didn't talk much to anyone. But Buck was very... loud, and often the centre of attention, which put Harefoot off even more. Now, though, they were alone, and his worry was genuine. He doesn't want to see anymore cats die.

 

[goldy]

☆ He wasn't far from the commotion before it even began- aqua eyes glimmered in amusement as he watched, quietly, as what he knew was going to go wrong. Buck wasn't the stealthiest of cats, this he knew. How did he know? .. He didn't, really, Goldy was just guessing. His jaw split, yawning wide as he waited for inevitable end. Well, maybe he knew that mare in particular, in how she reacted to things. Maybe it was because Goldy had tried this once or twice with the same pony and ended up in the same place Buck was.

A chuckle left him as he heard the unmmistakable noise of Buck crashin to the ground, walking underneath the fence- weaving on the outside of the poles- before stopping not far from in front of Buck. Harefoot speaks first, his head tilting towards the nearly-year-younger cat before dropping back down towards Buck. "Y' all good? Havin' fun in th' dirt?" He teased, grin on his face as he leaned against the fence pole.

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• GOLDY he/him, mouser of the barn, thirty-one 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
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[nutmeg ♡]

Nutmeg intends to pass by without looking, knowing that someone is probably going to get up to something that they more than likely shouldn't be doing... But when her eyes catch Buck, of all cats this isn't very surprising, sizing up a mare in her pasture... It's more like a fire you can't look away from, dreading the outcome, but you just can't tear your eyes off of it. He jumps. Straight on to the back of the mare, who is rightfully beginning to freak out, and then he digs his claws into her back. Nutmeg grimaces for just a second, shaking her head. When she starts to buck, Buck is bucked straight off and right over the side of the fence. This elicits a heavy sigh from her, quick paws trotting ontop of the fence and straight over.

"Almost knocked all your teeth outta your head, buddy." amusement laces her quiet mrrp, less scolding like Harefoot and more of a permissive quip, making her final few steps over on the fence until she leaps down besides Goldy. She steals a glance between the three of them present, pretend eyebrows raising for just a moment. "Y'got everything you need still intact? That was a mighty big fall... Lucky that you landed here, and not back in there." her true words go unsaid but they're there all the less, Buck is lucky he hadn't paid the price for such a thoughtless act, lucky he hadn't been trampled beneath those hooves...

Though... In hindsight, she will admit it was funny.

 

[Pebble]

pebble

you are not always to know where you are headed

The young kit looked on with a certain excitement apparent in his turquoise eyes, tail flicking from side to side. " Yeah!! Yeah!! Y'got'm, almost got'm, Buck! " he piped up, trying to sound loud and rough, but his mew was more of a high-pitched yell. Surely, he would get scolded by mama for venturing off again, but he swore he would stay close and he swore he would not be alone! And he wasn't, he wasn't alone at all! Buck was right there with that big ol' horse! He was getting there, almost at least! Until the mare had noticed him. " Stay on!! STAY O-- Ohhhhhh...!!! Oof. " he uttered out, closing one eye with a pained expression on his face as he saw the other tom fly through the sky and tumbled into the dirt. Atleast he was okay!

" That was awesome, Buck! " he chirped up, trotting closerby with a big fanged grin. Oh, but Harefoot spoke very wisely too, he supposed... " Buck woul' never breakka leg or anything! He's too cool for that! " he chimed with a beaming smile on his face, ears pricking upward as he turned around once more to see Goldy. " Heya mister Goldy sir! "

Huh, everybody spoke of hurtin' and breaking teeth and all... But Buck seemed perfectly fine!

" Don't worry! " he puffed himself up proudly. " Buck can do ANYTHING! " he proclaimed, ear flicking to the side as he watched Nutmeg, giving him a big grin.

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[MUSTARD]

mustard had watched the whole thing, while they lounged lazily, from a safe distance. a playful smile quirks their muzzle, then snaps open in a sharp cackle of laughter. if nutmeg won't laugh at the stupidity, mustard will. fellow barncats pad over to give buck their condolences, and gently encourage him not to do that again. "i thought only pigs could fly!" they call from afar.

the spotted tabby wiggles off their perch, walking over to the group. they squint briefly at pebble, who was completely enamored by buck's parkour. children are so... easily impressible. a quick sweep over told them that buck was perfectly fine, somehow. maybe he could've stayed on if he knew what he was doing. "i thought only pigs could fly." they repeat, if no one had heard it mere seconds ago. it's a pretty good joke, they think.

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