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[Hootwhisker]

HOOT(WHISKER), 125 Moons // Barncat // He/They // #ffebcd
Chocolate spotted tabby with pronounced countershading and golden eyes.
Father to OWL(BEAR) and CHICKEN(SCRATCH)
Gruff and a little on the grumpy side around cats he's not familiar with. Big family man, adores his kids! Loves to tell stories and teach younger cats especially kits all he can. Might talk your ears off though. Some of his stories might be a little exaggerated but no cat is old enough to debunk them!

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New Leaf was finally here! The snow that had once coated the fields and the barn like a cold blanket was starting to slowly melt away, giving way to new plant life as the frost that had once bitten at their whiskers was starting to also ebb away. Hoot would give a ruffle of their frost covered pelt after having been perched still for some time now, only the tips of their pelt had become frosted though while the rest of them had remained nice and warm. The tom would give a slow stretch as he got to his paws-- Which seemed quite large compared to most cats. A whole moon seemed to pass before the older cat was done with their stretching! Once done they glanced up from where they had been laying in a hay pile from within the barn, eyeing the support beams of the structure before carefully picking his way up onto one, claws digging into the wood in order to pull himself up onto one of the wooden beams.

Prowling across the plank of wood the brown tabby would stop at a nice sunny spot, plopping himself down into a perched position once more with a gentle thud. He'd gotten up from the hay nap just to have another nap in the sun? But of course! Hoot would settle down into a low rumble of a purr as he watched all that went on below him in the barn. The mice were back out and scampering about again now that the days had grown warmer, the sleepy spots were cozy and plentiful and his children were happy and well fed, there was plenty to purr about and he wondered if life could truly ever get better then this!

OOC- @owlbear (and Chickenscratch if @ScremeEgg would like to join as well!)

 

[owlbear]

Owl wakes up from her slumber, sleepy, but well pleased. Her sibling was no doubt nearby, and their father… Where was their father…? She shakes off the last of the sleepiness, stretching her large paws out in front of her. They walk further into the barn, and knowing their father well, look up into the wooden beams that hang up high, squinting against the sunlight. She spots him in a particularly nice spot of sun, already looking ready to doze off. Owl sighs, a slight frown on her face as she weighs her options– they were not fond of heights, and their slightly rounded belly, her kits… perhaps she was just making excuses. Still, they eventually decided not to climb up there– no need for unnecessary risk…

"Dad?" Owl calls up, tone full of lazy amusement, from many moons of being safe and warm in the barn. "Come down here and spend some time with your daughter. I'm not taking my kits up there, and you shouldn't be up there either! Do you want your grandchildren to grow up without their grand dad?" She teases.

i can't look at the stars

they make me wonder where you are

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  Owlbear, - 50 moons / windclan warrior
  peaceful powerplay allowed

  
  

 

[DAZ]

Most cats would slow down in their old age, choose safer napping spots, or overall be easier to find when needed. Hoot had done ... none of those things. It isn't new for Daz to look fruitlessly for the old tom at ground level, only to be informed by one of the other cats that he was up in the highest branches of the barn again.

That information, this time, is presented by her mate. The sight of her is enough to stop Daz in his tracks, even now. She's radiant in the warmth of daylight, motes of hay dust twinkling in the air around her, and Daz's stomach does a funny little flip-flop that's absolutely embarrassing.

Belatedly, he reminds himself to breathe.

Owl's voice carries with it a barely-there purr, coaxing the tawny tom to come down and spend time with her. The kits'll be here before he gets down, Owl, Daz resists the urge to whisper to her, but the corner of his maw quirks briefly as if he had.

She stops by Owl, nudging her shoulder in a gentle greeting, and then turns his own eyes upwards towards the grandfather-to-be.

"How'd you get all the way up there, Hoot?"

Daz's meow echoes that of her mate: warm with fondness and amusement, though faintly surprised to witness the old tom so high up in the barn.

★ THE REST OF MY DAYS

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• DAZ ★ penned by wren
  — — he/she ; barncat
  — — mate to owl