Open The Farm Living life like I'm in a dream [Daydreaming + Intro]

[Hollyfrost]

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Holly curled out of his nest in the hay loft shaking his pelt clean as he did so. It was almost sunrise and the air was still cold and crisp. Quietly he walked over to the ladder down to the barn ground, careful not to wake any of the other barn cats in the process. He then jumped down step by step of the ladder till he quietly hit the ground.

He then walked over to the barn door and peered out. The sun was just starting to shine over the moorland past the farm. Taking a step forward he stretched his legs as he padded out the barn door finally. Walking out he jumped up onto the fence next to the barn sinking his claws into its wooden posts.

He yearned to go hunting for rabbits. Rabbit had been his favorite prey since he was a kit. He remembered hunting them with his parents Oleander and Pepper at their farm near the sea. Sometimes he missed those days but now he was here and could make even more great memories. He thought as he purred aloud to himself.

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[BUCK]

Leafbare felt sluggish, as if it were taking its sweet time and dragging on for however long it pleased. It certainly had a mind of its own, feeling the slightest bit warmer on one day before sending in dark clouds and a snowstorm the next. The changing of seasons always made things more interesting—Buck was not a fan of stagnancy—but the cold... He was not a fan of it. Hopefully newleaf was well on its way and would melt the snow before long. Icy powder blanketing the land did not make hunting easy.

Speaking of hunting, the chocolate tabby tom ducks under the fence and stops to give a roll of his shoulders. The morning was brisk and chilly but some movement would pump blood into his limbs, surely. Buck casts a glance upward toward the black smoke feline, who currently sits perched upon the wooden plank. "I'm gonna go for a hunt. Hopin' I can find somethin' interesting; I'm gettin' tired of mice. Wanna come with?" The amiable tom offers, more than happy to take on some company this morning.

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
  — click for tags

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[Merry]

—————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

The cold tickled at Merry's muzzle. Days had yet to warm as the frost still clung to the earth and hovered like a whisper in the air, enough to stir the tom awake. The sun had yet to fully rise, though it basked the outside in shades of orange, which was enough to part his lips to a smile. Good was sure to come with the thawing of the cold, sure as the sun rose in the morning. From his perch up in the loft, Merry stretched with a yawn, overhearing Buck from elsewhere below proposing a hunt.

At that, his ears pricked in intrigue. He'd yet to do rounds within the barn for any vermin skittering about, but the other mousers could handle that today; a juice rabbit could be a good catch for the morning, fill his and other bellies. Just the thought made his mouth water as, with a thump, the tom hopped from the hayloft to atop more hay stacked high from the ground floor, purring. "A hunt ya' say?" He hummed, eyes flicking between Buck and Holly. "I can come along, help ya' both out with an extra pair 'f claws."

With another hop, he landed with another thud to the wood flooring, purring as he padded towards the open barn doors. "Ya' could say that again Buck, mice 're plenty for fillin' bellies, but I've been cravin' somethin' meatier." He spoke as his tail flicked, motioning the other cats to follow too, eager to get his claws sunk into some poor unsuspecting creature ripe for the hunt.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merry
  ✦—Barncat | 24 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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