On a journey, {Open} who knows where...

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    IC:[color=white] Smoke padded through the trees, her head up and mouth open, catching the scents of the pine forest. She'd recently been attacked by a fox, catching her unaware, and she wasn't ready to repeat that, so she was always on her guard. Always listening, always scenting.
    The smokey tortoiseshell didn't really know where she was or where she was going. She just kept moving, kept scenting, kept listening. She had found many places that were suitable, to stay, live, hunt, find a mate, maybe even raise kits, but she had never stayed. They were definitely nice, but they just didn't feel... right...
    She knew, deep down, that when she found the perfect place, she'd know. She didn't know if it would be a feeling, or an omen or maybe a cat, but something would tell her that this was it, she had found it.
    Smoke kept padding through the pine trees.

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    Hunter felt the lazy. He was tucked very neatly on a pine branch, out of the sun. He wasn't always tired durning the day, but sometimes the loner perferd a rest over hunting. He had become a loner after fable clan had been taken down. He thought about getting back to his old clan mates, but they would be hard to track down. The black tom slowly dozed off on the branch, but every time he did that he would slowly fall off.

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    IC:[color=white] A cat's scent hit Smoke's glands.
    Tom, she inhaled deeply, Up high.
    She looked up and saw a tom in a tree, dozing.
    She watched him, interest sparkling in her green gaze.

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    Hunter kept dozing and then start slipping off the branch. He jolted awake, and scrambled back onto the branch. He couldn't push his luck any more. He jumped to branch to branch all the way down. He stopped at the bottom of the trunk not noticing smoke.

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    IC:[color=white] Smoke purred as he almost fell out of his tree, but abruptly stopped as he began to make his way down. She froze, unsure of whether to run or see if she could maybe make a new friend.
    The tortoiseshell ended up just standing there, watching him. At first, he didn't notice her, so she just stayed still, not hding, but not drawing attention to herself.

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    Hunter turned to the forest path, ready to leave when he saw a cat standing there staring at him. A wave of embarrassment flooded over him. Did this cat see him almost fall? "H-hello? Did you um... See that?" He felt embarrassed even asking that.

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    IC:[color=white] Smoke grinned, "Yeah."

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    A young, blue-grey pelted tom wondered through the forest aimlessly. The tom was walking slowly through the fallen leaves, his imagination was running free in his mind. He glanced up at a pine tree, bracing his muscles, getting ready to climb. The tom unsheathed his claws, then threw himself at the base of the tree and began to climb until he reached the first branch. He bounded from the bark to the branch, shaking a few leaves out of his pelt. He looked down to the ground below, noticing two felines socializing. He wasn't in ear-shot to understand their words, but it didn't seem like an arguement. The tom let out a long yawn and laid down, continuing to watch the cats below.