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

 

[Fujimoto]

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The cat that approached him bore the scent of a kittypet, the undeniable trace of kibble dust laced on her maw and unnatural aroma of twoleg toys on her pelt. She did not greet him as he would think a kittypet would, however, shedding not even a hair of softness through bared teeth. Fujimoto did not take another step back but his eyes did grow wide in their surprise, nodding his head earnestly. "Of course, my name is... Fujimoto. I belong to a Clan not far from here. And my business is... um, personal. I used t-to be a, uh, a kittypet. You know." Used to still felt wrong to say. His heart never left his twolegs even if he had moved on in support of Coffeestar's dying wish.

A larger cat took to the other's side and for a brief moment, Fujimoto was ready to have their hide handed to them. Even with the tortie missing an entire limb, Fuji felt like a pebble in comparison. Luckily the cinnamon tom was gentler than his counterpart, but his assessment of Fujimoto was a sharp jab to his confidence. He didn't look fearsome, not even a little? Not the least bit capable of a fight? StarClan have mercy...

"SkyClan, yes, we have many in our ranks who pride themselves on their kittypet heritage." Fuji nodded as Ginger described his interaction with Fitzgerald. "It-it isn't anything to... um... have any concern over. Some of my Clan h-had-had to leave their twolegs behind. We traveled q-quite a distance, heh." They raised a paw to run his claws through the fur on the back of his neck nervously. "I supp-suppose I just miss my old kittypet friends, too."

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[Fizzystar]

I WAS PULLING OUT MY HAIR THE DAY I GOT THE DEAL - CHEMICALLY CALM

It was a wonder he hadn't been noticed already, peeking around the slot of a fence where the board was just loose enough he could shove his head through though it was getting the rest of his small, short-legged form past the gap that was the real struggle. How this strangers didn't notice him flailing on the ground, claws in the dirt as he squeezed through the opening and dragged himself forward into the grass face first he could not tell you. Maybe it was luck, he was downwind after all and the sounds around twolegplace were often pretty loud enough on their own to muffle a lot of things - he didn't even hear bird song too much anymore cause the rumble of cars and the chatter of loud twoleg kits often smothered it all.
Fizzystar toddled forward, pelt disheveled from his wallowing about but a smile on his maw, "Hey, you smell like that one guy who came through not too long ago." He didn't meet him but he heard that Gingerbread had, "SkyClan, huh? That's one of those forest clans! I thought they were all gone long, long time ago."He regarded the tom, leaning forward to sniff - he smelled wild and piney, dirty in a fun way and not like those Rustclaw jerks.
"I'm Fizzystar, I'm leader of WarriorClan, this is our territory. We protect twolegplace. Your name is Fujimoto? That's a kittypet name for sure!" Which meant he had no reason not to believe the strange cats words, this SkyClan was kittypet friendly apparently.

Ooc- ooc info here.

was i meant to feel happy that my life was just about to change?

FIZZYSTAR

— Leader of WarriorClan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Blue spotted tabby munchkin with copper eyes.
#c06c3d