Open Kittypet you know i gotta catch my flight // wandering

[Fujimoto]

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Head held low between his shoulders, Fujimoto is careful as he stepped his way around the maze of twolegplace. Fitzgerald had already gotten in trouble for doing just as he was now, but maybe if he got caught he could use the excuse of his position. He was a Sun Guard, could he give himself the authority for such a mission? Maybe he should have come up with a better cover to getting caught before he was already so far into the neighborhood.

As he crossed the sun-heated paths that lined the rows of twoleg nests, he thought of home. How much he had missed it and how hard it had been to leave. They must think of him just as much, he thought as he stared off into one of the open windows. Fujimoto had been born into the life just like his mother, and possibly any other kin before her. There wasn't a trace of wildcat blood in him and some days it felt more obvious than others. But now that he had made the decision to cut himself away from that life, it felt impossible to ever fall into that kind of life again. No twoleg could replace what he had, and SkyClan needed all the support they could get.

"Oh, s-sorry, um... is this your nest?" They backed away from the face that approached them, as if he had been caught.

@Fizzystar @STRAWBERRY @Duchess

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[OLIVEOIL]

A growl built in her throat before she even rounded the corner. She'd been watching him for a bit, trailing after him, waiting for an opportune point to strike..

When she saw him approach one of the homes, she abandoned her plan. Breaking from cover to finally confront the stranger. She approached confidently, tail flicking sharply at her back. He stuttered a half-assed apology, deepening her scowl. "No, but it's not yours either. She puffed, stepping right up to him with narrowed eyes. "What's your business here? And you best answer honest unless you want your whiskers trimmed."

She sniffed once, taking him in—the way he skulked like a kit caught getting into something they shouldn't. He smelled different... of pine trees and other things. But something about him reminded her of the other WarriorClanners… timid and softened by their lives spent with full bellies, never having unsheathed their claws for anything other than to prick at their scratching posts. Still, she knew the neighborhood and its inhabitants well enough to know he wasn't one of theirs.

Her eyes flicked up toward the window, half expecting one of the cats she knew to poke their nose up from behind the glass. Olive's eyes settled back on him, waiting expectantly, mouth pressed into a thin, impatient line.
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OOC NOTES ᓚᘏᗢ CHARACTER INFO

• OOC: — I promise she's so nice.​

• ✧ SH black and white tuxedo with olive green eyes.
  ✧ Gravelly and stoic.
  ✧ Favorite hobbies include beating up cats that trespass, sleeping, and biting her twolegs toes when she's pissed off.
  ✧ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  ✧ Smells of clover and musty books.

 

[Gingerbread]

———————————————— Overboard, lost in the wilderness. ✦

Ginger had been curled comfortably in the sun, lazing in the warmth to soothe achy joints. He wasn't so old that his legs should burn like this, and yet as it turns out losing one puts more strain on the rest. Though his twolegs pampered him like some fragile old elder so the attention was more than welcome when he found himself in too much pain to do much but roll in the contained grass all his own just outside his twoleg nest.

Though, something strange scented caught in the air, familiar even. His eyes flickered curiously as he carefully got to his paws and stretched, a yawn parting his lips. With a carefully calculated jump upon the smaller nest that let him peer over the fence, there was a curious sight for sure. An unfamiliar tom stood there, only some tail lengths from the fence of his nest, timidly staring back at Oliveoil or whatever extra flair Fizzy had decided to give to all the local cats.

Abrasive as ever, she stared down the stranger, Gingerbread watching from his perch curiously. Sniffing the air, trying to pinpoint why this seemed rather familiar. But he couldn't help but chuckle with Olive getting sharp at the stranger, she was a stray once too, so she was more than able to handle this cat alone if need be, but he seemed more nervous to be among Kittypets than any feral cat should be.

"Aye take a breath there Olive." He purred, making his presence more obvious to both of them. "No need to get sharp with 'em, he don't seem much 'f the type to cause issues where he's outnumbered." It wasn't intended to be a threat, but he made a point of it so the stranger wouldn't make any brash decisions. He was outnumbered by two of the better fighters in the twoleg place. happening on the ex-strays was unfortunate, but if the stranger was a stray too, then he wouldn't lay down either.

But then, something clicked in Gingerbread's mind, blinking as a sense of familiarity hit hard, staring down at the stray. "Ya' wouldn't happen to be from that Skyclan would ya'? Yer got that same scent as the last little feller who wandered through here." Fitzgerald, he wouldn't forget the name, his first run-in with all this clan nonsense. He was curious why these cats kept wandering into the twoleg place... "Do yer folks have some business with us kittypets cause it ain't feelin' like much've a coincidence right now."

———— I wasn't big, I wasn't small.

I wasn't anyone at all. ————

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  Gingerbread
  ✦—Warriorclan Tussler
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large, cinnamon tortie with mismatched blue and green eyes, missing a back leg and wearing a green kittypet collar.
  #DD4531