The Farm you'll never meet another me // mousing

[Alder]

machiavelli

love me, love me, love me

Cold-crisped haybales prickle at the old tortie's fur as she stalked slowly between them. Stacked high and flush with insulation, Alder is joyous to see that the barns pockets of warmth have not failed in luring in mice to keep faer fed. The scent is mouthwatering, and with each careful step closer fae excitedly anticipated the dusty fur of mouse beneath faer paws.

There's a few moments Alder held faer breath, fighting to keep faer tail still until making a final pounce. A quiet snap sounded faer success, and the molly smiled with proud satisfaction. "Still got it." Not that fae had any doubt.

With a celebratory tout around the barn Alder settled in faer own patch of hay and old sheep fuzz, looking around for faer little ward. "Ice? It's lunch time!"

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[LARK]

Mouth warm with the mouse-scent, Lark was a quiet observer to Alder's celebration, body flattened against a haybale. The sun's rays felt exceptionally toasty that day, especially in direct aim, maybe because the outdoors seemed to bow into a world of fallen leaves and chilly winds. It wasn't all negative. With more animals taking refuge within the barn, Alder's catch would hopefully still be a common sight.

Her eyes were soft as her ears involuntary twitched with faer call. A twinge in her chest, a little guilt at having been so absorbed by her sunbasking spot that Alder had to hunt for two. She'd note it, promise her cold evening to scouting something plump to drop at faer nest. "It's nice..." Lark hummed. Her mouth broke into a toothy grin. An arm cast over the hay, her paw splayed, the shadow it drew stretching down Alder's way. "Barely have to go out and look for food when it's right in our nests."

"I hope a big ol' hare makes its way in."

 

[Dove.]

SEE I GOT GPS ON MY PHONE
AND I CAN FOLLOW IT TO GET HOME​

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dove & 15 moons & demi-boy & he/they & barncat

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" A hare? That'll be the day the sheep learn to fly, " oh, but it would be nice, wouldn't it? Dove flashes a smile towards the two, making it clear that he's joking, gaze glimmering as keen ears listen closely to the sound of rustling that always permeates the corners of the barn. Haunches wriggle, and just as swiftly as Alder before him, he snaps up a mouse in his jaws, killing it quickly and cleanly. There is a pride in blue eyes as he purrs quietly - with any luck, Warbler and Chaps will enjoy his offering.

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[BUCK]

His hind leg reaches up and flicks some debris from behind his ear, a stray twig or a leaf or something to that degree. Buck had gone for a usual outdoor romp, much too restless of an individual to simply laze around indoors all day. He reckons that this will be the place to hunker down for leafbare — he's dumb, but he ain't stupid enough to set off on another trek when winter was on its way. Hopefully the snow would not hinder the tom's ability to roam wherever he pleased; staying cooped up in the barn was not exactly ideal for him.

As Buck turns to groom his flank, his ears pick up on a cluster of voices nearby. The scent of freshly-caught mouse is practically stale to the loner's nostrils; their meat is bland whenever he tastes it now. "Sure, it's nice... but don't y'all get sick of mice?" They must, right? Don't their tastebuds long for something more exciting? Don't their paws ever wish to step outside of the barn grounds?

The idea of a stray hare in the barn is brought up, though Dove is quick to dismiss it as fantasy. Why wait around for food to magically appear in front of their very paws when they could venture outdoors and catch it themselves? "Bet I could go out 'n catch one of those in no time." Buck jests somewhat, though he would readily accept the challenge if need be. He's caught rabbits, so hares probably wouldn't be much different.

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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[Icepaw]

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Ice poked her head out of the hay pile that she had been sleeping in as she heard Alder's voice call out that it's lunch time. Getting to her paws she stretched out and ran over to Alder not even bothering to shake out her pelt. Her eyes widened as she saw the mouse. Excitedly she sat down and took a bite of the mouse.


"It's so good." She said her mouth was still full of food. Without stopping to say more she quickly devoured the rest of the mouse, burping as she finished. She then looked around at all the cats talking to each other. She tilted her head curiously as they talked about hunting hares. "I could get us a BIG hare!" she squeaked as she wiggled her butt and pounced forward at Alder's tail catching it and kicking at it with her hind paws pretending it was a hare.

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[Pebble]

pebble

you are not always to know where you are headed

There was a rustle somewhere in the barn before finally a head popped up to show the silver tabby, who let out a loud purr at the sight of his sister and mother. And apparent fae was successful in the hunt! Then him hiding had helped, certainly it had! He proudly strutted out of the hay, whiskers quivvering and head held up high with pride. " Mama, that was so cool! " he mewed happily, breaking the strut to dash toward the two, his tail giving a happy little thrill as he came to a stop and bumped affectionately against Ice first before booping his snoot against his mother's fur with a loud purr. He did not mind that his sister had the first fill! HE knew that there were enough mice hopping about, and mama could catch ALL of them if fae wanted to! At the burp that came from ICe however, he couldn't help the giggle and the light swat toward his sister. " Wuzgood? " questioned the young kit, eyes wide in wonder.

Hares...

It caused ears to twitch sideways for a second before he turned to look at the ones currently in their presence. Hares were HUGE weren't they? He wondered if they would ever see or hunt one! Of course Ice could, Ice was very good at a LOT of things! His eyes wander to Buck as the other speaks, making him blink a few times before he plopped down on the ground and frowned. " You could catch one? "

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