The Farm GOLD RUSH [ sunning + intro ]

[cowboy]

(★) a rusty purr rumbles from the throat of the stocky tomcat as he kneeds white splashed paws into rough hay. sun filters through bare bones branches of the tall that line the farmyard, creating swirls and patterns of shadow. cowboy lays in the larges pool of warmth, allowing it to soak into his flame and snow fur, a welcome respite from the chilly fields beyond. just outside the barn, he is situated at a perfect angle to keep watch - he can see the far pastures where cows graze, and the woods on the other side, teeming with leaf-bare birdsong. still, the older man is hardly keeping an eye out - his dual hued gaze is half shut, bliss clear on his face as he fluffs out short fur.

a yawn cracks his jaws, exposing teeth yellowed from age. though cowboy is not the oldest cat at the barn, he feels he acts like it much more than his elder sibling does. huddled in the straw nest he has crafted for himself, he observes the world through half lidded eyes, purr shaking his entire being. "this is the life," the man mumbles as he shifts, making himself more comfortable. from below, movement catches his gaze, and he follows it lazily, eyeing a tail that circles his haystack. "c'mon up here, stop circlin' like a sheep dog, ay?"

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE

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• COWBOY ★ HE / HIM, BARNCAT. 100 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.

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[sassafras]

SASSAFRAS, 25 moons / barncat mouser
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn but gentle and kind
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It felt impossible to keep still as sun crept lower earlier and earlier within the day. Sassafras was much like the tall grooving paths of crops along in the farm in that he found his energy flowed with the sun. Springtime and summer heat were his prime seasons, and maybe it was because much of his kithood was spent in the harsh cold that he despised it so much as an adult. These waning temperatures and trickles of light were no good for him, and as the sky darkened quickly he found himself dreading the sight of sunsets now.

"Huh? Speak up, old man!" Sassafras spoke crudely to his elder, but any barncat knows he meant no harm behind it. A rough-edged kind of tom, he had to be to protect his sister and their home.

Sassafras lifted up on his hind paws to reach up and see Cowboy's ears twitching from atop his haystack castle. A small hmph of effort and he's now joined the older tom, followed by a graceless collapse into the warmth bundled into the hay. "How d'you sleep when we've got more night than day goin' on?" He meowed, licking his paw and dragging his over a dirt spot on his muzzle.

 

[Flicker]

'How d'you sleep when we've got more night than day goin' on?'

The question was not directed to Flicker, but she tilted her head toward the conversation anyway. For her, the answer was simple; she slept more during the day than the night. All the lack of sunlight meant for her was more opportunity to meander beneath the stars. Though I wouldn't complain if the wind filed down its teeth some, she thought with a snort. Stretching from her floor corner, the young calico padded toward the toms. She grinned at Cowboy, the elder taking it quite easy, the way Flicker often preferred.
"Well, there's more to sleep for now, isn't there?" she meowed, bunching her limbs and springing up just after Sassafras. "All the prey are asleep once the sun goes down, an' if you'd rather not freeze your ears off, an early snooze is the best thing." Just because Flicker found appeal in being awake after dark didn't mean the grogginess of winter's gloom didn't often pull at her all the same. Even when the sun was shining its hardest.

 

[chicken]

A calico head peeked from behind Cowboy's warm back, blearily blinking sleep from her eyes. "Whazzit?" Her voice was dreamy and thick, still partially in her slumber. The combination of her mate's body and the warm sun had lulled her quite easily. Cowboy's voice addressing one of the barnmates had roused her from a very pleasant dream of watching cows frolic through the field. They had almost floated from the ground as they traipsed through tall grass. Now she was watching two she-cat bother there peaceful nap, and all Chicken could do was smile. She had enjoyed her time in the barn immensely. Plenty of mice, the kits were rambunctious, and Cowboy was here to share it with her.

"Oh! Welcome up, you two. I personally think a nap is a great way to take care of yourself while the world is so chilly," she mewed, resting her chin in Cowboy's back to look at the two newcomers.

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• ✩ CHICKEN
  ✩ 100 MOONS
  ✩ BARNYARD CAT

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