Loners wandering.... {Open!}

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    Desert wasn't exactly expecting the reply. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he made out another cat looking at him. "Uh..Hi, my name is Desert. I live in the den next to this one," he explained.

    Desert sat down and flicked his tail around.

    "cough cough COUGH!"grumbled the tiny kit who was camouflaged in the snow.The kit was ever so scared,she had been wandering forests for days now and she was sure she had some kind of cold.
    "H... h.. hello is anyone there if...if there is can...can you help me?I'm...I'm lost and i'm only a kit"she said tiredly.

    Mottle padded through the frosty, increasingly snow-covered leaves. This stupid snow. It was only even leaf-fall, where did the weather get off thinking it could get away with this. The cinnamon/ginger torbie tried to blow snow off her whiskers. The snow was picking up, and though she couldn't see the sun beyond the branches and the fur-gray clouds, it seemed to be getting darker. She'd have to find a spot to hole up for the night. For a second, she almost regretted having left her soft life as a ki-
    NO. Don't dare think that. Don't even dare to think about thinking it, Mottle told herself. Been through worse weather than this plenty of times. Don't go soft now. Stupid kittypets. Don't need Twolegs feeding me, not anymore. Don't think about back then.
    But still, she needed someplace to curl up out of the wind. The light tortie tabby looked around for a tree-trunk hollow, a bush backed against a rock, any shelter. The chilly breeze was picking up, blowing the snow with it.


    Mottle heard a faint mewling, somewhere in the snow. It sounded small, kitlike.


    Euchh, kits, stupid and annoying, all of them. Her common sense told her to look out for number one.
    Then, maayybeee, you could go back and find the kit. But it might not survive that long.
    Fine, then, save yourself the trouble and don't go look for it. Probably it'll die anyway. And if it doesn't it'll be really annoying.
    ...Fine.     Mottle decided not to bother about the kit. That was her final decision. Finito. Done. Now to find some shelter for herself. That was her decision and she wasn't changing it. No way, nohow.
    . . .
    Yeah, she wasn't even fooling herself. Stupid conscience.
    She focused on the faint mewling. It seemed to be coming from...over there.


    "Uh, hello?" Mottle called out, padding over, shaking snow off herself and mentally clouting herself over the ears.


    Why was she even doing this. This was stupid. It wasn't like the universe cared if you did the "right thing" or not. There weren't even "right" or "wrong" things to do, there was only survival, preferably on one's own. Rescuing a kit wouldn't help her survive; in fact, it might even risk her life, ergo, it was stupid. Look out for number one and don't look back. There were no heroes in real life like in kit-stories. Heroics usually meant you ended up dead.
    ...Her legs didn't seem to be listening. Stupid, stupid, stupid.


    "Anycat there?" she meowed, blinking away blowing snowflakes, some stupid part of her hoping the kit was still alive and conscious. "Hello?"




    ooc: Mottle likes the word "stupid". Also she has a...strange and weirdly cynical-ish view of the world.

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    Desert padded back into his own den and yawned. he laid down on the moss in the back of his den and fell asleep.

    LostKnight walked around nervously,she was searching for something but she wasn't sure what it was.
    She then saw some cats in the back of a cave,she padded into the cave,"Hello?"she called,her voice echoed through the cave.

    Desert woke up at the sound of a cat. He stood and looked out of his cave. He could see a cat looking inside. He unsheathed his claws because he wasn't sure if this cat was friend or foe. "Who's there?" he hissed.

    OOC: Hmm, I haven't posted in a while, I'll try to get Lark more social ;)


    Lark adjusted his paws, crouching low, ready to pounce, he knew this would be the only prey seen for quite a bit, he didn't want to miss the chance. The mouse stuffed small morsels into it's cheeks, Lark focused on that, but was distracted by a she-cat nearby, he lifted his head slightly, but even as small of a move as it was, the mouse scampered away. Lark growled to himself but headed towards the torbie, soon he heard a small kit's meowing as well. He stopped behind some undergrowth, watching the cat carefully.

    Desert froze and watched the cat through the darkness of the den. Slowly he padded forward and came face to face with them. "Do you come in peace?" he asked suspiciously.

    Desert froze for a second and then mewed, "Ok! I just don't want mean cats invading my home, that's all!" He pranced around in a circle.

    Outside of his den, Desert hopped around in the snow. Then he climbed up a nearby tree.

    kitkat cat wrote:


    "cough cough COUGH!"grumbled the tiny kit who was camouflaged in the snow.The kit was ever so scared,she had been wandering forests for days now and she was sure she had some kind of cold.
    "H... h.. hello is anyone there if...if there is can...can you help me?I'm...I'm lost and i'm only a kit"she said tiredly.



    Mottle was still trying to locate the kit. Meanwhile, the wind blew.

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    Desert jumped down from the tree.