Private ORIGIN OF ORDER ౨ৎ goldy

[nutmeg ♡]

Life on the farm was okay. There's always something new happening, especially with the other mousers or even the other barn animals… And lately, the newest event had been Bucks little rodeo; she'd been a little frustrated at first, thinking it a stupid idea, but in all honesty it hadn't been worth it enough to stress over… If he wants to get bucked off of mares and dig his claws in to them, then he could be her guest- as long as he stayed far, far away from her during those antics. She certainly wasn't looking to get kicked upside the head, that's for sure.

"Howdy," Nutmeg chirps as she passes the tom by, only stopping to reel backwards when she notices who it is. Goldy, one of the more prominent mousers, is a calmer presence, and someone she wouldn't mind starting a passing conversation with. "How has the day faired for you?" she tilts her head ever so slightly. She thinks of what she's seen recently, of anything interesting and comes up with something, "Y'see that they got a new lamb earlier? Poor thing looked half scared-to-death."

@goldy | lame starter shhhhhh

 

[goldy]

☆ Goldy was out lazing again- it wasn't like he didn't pull his own weight when it demanded it. Today was really nice, though. The sunlight was hitting his side just right, the horses were leaving him be, so he could just.. relax. Eyes were shut when Nutmeg approached, and while he didn't jump at her chirp, his eyes did open and snap towards her. She seemed to have done a second double-take herself, he reckons, and a soft grin finds his face.

"Hey." He hums, turning to look at her in full. He drops off of the fence so she wasn't craning her neck up, his fur shaken out briefly before he speaks once more. "Been alrigh' so far. Nice n' warm on tha' fence there, what, with the lack a' heavy wind today." He responds, equally as even-paced with her. She breaks the conversation from that to the new lamb that came in earlier.

His vision drifts towards the pens briefly. He wasn't huge on frequenting that part of the barn, but he was around every once and a while. "No' yet. She'll come 'round, just like th' rest. Gotta give her time." Her mused, aqua eyes shifting back to the she-cat.

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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.