OOC: <- What Francis looks like.
IC: On the other side of the river a silver tabby named Francis walked out of the shadows. He padded to the waters edge and lapped at the water before looking up and seeing the Maine Coon.
Francis simply shrugged and sat up. "Friend, as long as you are," he meowed with no real expression. A small breeze ruffled his fur as he looked forward with a blank expression.
"Nor do I," the tom mewed with a slight smile. "I'm Francis, what's your name?" he questioned.
Francis nodded. "Nice name," he meowed as he slipped into the river and swam/wadded over to the other tom. He didn't feel like having to shout across a river.
Francis padded a few paces away and shook out his pelt, padding back after. "I've always been a loner. My family left me when I was young during a fire, they thought I had died. I haven't seen them since and my den was ruined. I have traveled since then, only recently am I thinking of staying here for longer than I normally would," he mewed with a blank expression. He knew other cats had it much worse and he didn't want to make a sop story out of it. "How about you?"
((This is what Dark looks like ----> 
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Dark padded closer to the stream, the gurgle of the water getting louder and louder. When he reached it, he saw two other cats talking. Well, I want water. These cats won't bother me.
He bent his head and lapped up the water, ignoring the other cats. He forced his fur to lie flat as his tail flicked.
Francis listened carefully until he saw the look on Fane's face. Giving a slight nod of his tabby head he ever so slightly turned around. He didn't want to give off any signs of wanting to attack, so kept his claws sheathed, but they would come out if needed. Francis stood up slowly, "Who are you?" His voice rang against the trees, echoing.
Dark looked up;he lifted his chin up and spoke, "A cat who isn't looking for a fight, unless you're trying to start something." He unsheathed his claws and showed his fangs. "Believe me, I'm more than able to defend myself."
He flicked drops of water from his whiskers. I wonder what these cats are doing. What's the point of being a loner when you aren't alone?
Francis shrugged and saw this cat was no threat. "I'm not trying to start something, just making sure you aren't," he replied calmly. He licked a paw and drew it over his ear casually.
"Only a cat with bees in his brain would start a battle that's not worth fighting," Dark muttered, turning back to the stream. He drank his fill, making sure to take his time.
When he finished, he sat up and began to wash, licking his shoulder with slow, deliberate strokes.
Francis shrugged and looked around without much thought.
Dark glanced at the maine coon that sat near the water. I wonder what his deal is... He hasn't said a word since I got here.
Dark yawned, his long white fangs gleaming in the moonlight. Maybe I'll find some shelter around here.
"Well, good to meet you two, but I'm going to leaving, now," he meowed.
((Bump!))