BACK TO THE STREET WHERE WE BEGAN // private

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/it took me the longest time to get a title for this for some reason xc
sorry for the wait!

okay, you're pretty sure you've passed this particular tree three times already.

that's just great. you're hopelessly f—king lost in the middle of nowhere. even after making four rounds of the tribe's territory, you still can't find your way back (as if you thought you would know your way back). there aren't many landmarks there, save for the huge flower field, but how the hell are you supposed to see that from far away? the barn itself is hidden by trees, trees, and more trees. you're starting to wish you'd never left the city. all this damn pollen is getting to you, and you can feel a violent sneeze coming on.
your paws are aching, and if dogs could sweat, you'd be pretty much drenched. you're a sitting duck.
up ahead, you can see a distant break in the trees, as if it opens up to something. perhaps a little too overeager, you bound forward, emerging into a wide open plain. it's pretty much barren; nothing much besides windswept grasses. you can see the silhouette of a.. town? then a huge mountain farther south. you can feel the early onset of hunger gnawing at your belly, and a stolen hotdog is beginning to sound awfully tasty. so, you start trotting towards this mysterious city, looking left and right as you do so. this open area is huge, and you're honestly surprised that you didn't notice this upon joining the tribe. i mean, it's a f—king mountain. how did you see it?
regardless of what you did or didn't see, you're halted when you hear some movement from behind you. it's like.. a scurrying, like possible prey, perhaps? you glance from back at the treeline, quietly debating what you should do. you suppose if you can spare yourself the time and energy it would take to walk all that way, you will. besides, you'd probably get even more lost at this point.
swiping your tongue across your ebony nose, you lower yourself until your belly is nearly touching the grass. your eyes, doe-like and the color of liquified gold, stare ahead at the bushes, trying to figure out just where the hell it could be. you can't even put a name to what exactly "it" is; you really aren't used to the way things smell out here. a cat in the city and a cat in the wild can smell different, you suppose. you take a painfully slow step forward on dainty paws that look like they'd been delicately dipped in white paint, not making a noise.
you're about to lose your patience and just leap at it when it leaps at you. you don't even have time to see what it actually is yet, because you got scared sh—tless. you double back, your half-flopped ears standing at attention, your hackles raised, pearly teeth bared.

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you come to see that the animal in question is a cat, pretty scrawny though. not that you'd eat him; that's just.. well, you're pretty sure it counts as some form of cannibalism. you'd be too skeeved out to eat something that could easily talk right back to you.
his first mistake was jumping out at you and scaring you nearly half to death. you don't care if this is his turf or not, you're not about to let him lash at you like that.
" now, just who the f—k do you think you're jumpin' out at, huh? " you growl, a vicious snap in your tone, " were you... followin' me? you were, weren't you? " then your brain seems to finally process it all, and you try your best not to snap anymore. you take a deep breath, finally sitting down and becoming calm in a matter of fifteen seconds. " name's darby, and i'm just passin' through, okay? so chill the f—k out, or you'll end up gettin' a hernia. i'm not here to pick a fight. you just came outta nowhere is all. " your voice trails off towards the end, murmured lowly. of course, you're not going to let on that you're lost. not right away, at least.
you use this opportunity to size him up. there isn't much to size up; he's a little bit shrimpy, but still beefier than the strays you're used to seeing. his eyes draw you the most; they're so red that it's almost kinda creepy. but cool, you suppose. cool for a guy who straight up almost attacked you or some sh—t.
in all fairness, you thought he was prey, so you kinda provoked the action in a way. oops.

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/darby is sarcastic af i love it cx

you smirk a little on the inside, feeling satisfied that you managed to trip him up by calling him out on him following you.
on the outside, though, your eyes are half-lidded, and eventually your smirk spills through. " just how long were you stalkin' me for, hm? " you say almost as if you're a detective asking a possible subject what he was doing on the night of the murder in some cheesy ass movie. well, must have been for quite a bit if he figured out that you're hungry. unless he just assumed you are? you're starting to think too much.
" draco. sweet name. " you tell him almost cheerily. hey, it is a pretty sick ass name. even for such a small fry like him. nah, he's really not that much smaller than you. gotta give the guy some credit.
" fish, crab, calamari.. i don't care which, but you really don't have to do all that, okay? " you don't want to scam the guy into feeding you only to take off. that doesn't seem right. somehow you have to return the favor. it's the least you can do.

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/this is super cute and i already ship it omggg <3

you roll your eyes some when he tries to assure you that he was only "observing" you and not the former.

he was pretty passive when you went out of your way to compliment his name, scowling sourly at that. you always thought that girls were the ones who could never really accept compliments from people, but maybe you've finally been proven wrong.
his sudden boisterious outburst makes you visibly flinch and blink twice, and you quirk an invisible brow. okay, now he's starting to make you wonder. just when you begin to think he has a trick up his nonexistent sleeve, he breaks it down to you. he wants you to join? well, you don't see the harm in that, actually.
draco's a nice guy, clearly; he could have insisted on killing you right then and there when he confronted you -- although you're very confident that if such a fight were to occur, you'd win without a doubt -- but he chose not to. plus, he offered you free food, so that makes him pretty awesome by your book.
you hope the folks back at the barn won't mind. of course, you have no idea that they're enemies. you can't really picture draco being in a bloodthirsty clan. as said before, he's a little too nice for that. or maybe you're just naive? whatever the case, you decide to take him up on his offer.
" sure, yeah, i'll check it out. but if there's any other creeps like you there then i might have to decline. " of course, you're kidding. you shoot him a wink and a soft grin right back. now for the precious spoils! you can already taste the fish in your mouth, almost.
you close the distance between the two of you and sit about a foot away from him. now you can really check out his jive -- city slang for "crazy" -- eye color, being up close and all. you like draco, you think. he's pretty down to earth, unlike those stuck up ruffians back on the streets. you wouldn't mind hanging around in boneclan with him.

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ululare, huh? well, that was kind of off-putting to hear. then again, if he was just another cat like draco, that'd be funny as hell and you'd probably torture the guy to no end because you'd know that he wouldn't really be able to do anything about it.
draco seems full of surprises, so you can just assume that ululare is a f—cking dragon or some sh—t like that. you're exaggerating now, but still.
if someone dyed you pink, you wouldn't be too happy about it either. then again, you're a pretty lighthearted person who doesn't take life too seriously, obviously. you'd probably retaliate with another prank, one that's even better than pink-dyed fur! and you wouldn't be afraid to hit below the belt, either. figuratively and literally.
then he starts getting all serious-like, and your own eyes are clouded with concern. instantly, as if by instinct, you retain your placid body language and leveled tone of voice. " woah. don't wanna get on your bad side. " you jest gently. it sounds really farfetched, the whole idea, but you aren't going to make him mad to find out. you tilt your head one way, ears flopping, but then you remember about the whole food thing. man, you're so hungry you could probably eat a whole cow. as soon as he points the way, you also stand up, strutting off. you don't wait for him to take the lead, either.
once you're a good ten lengths away, you glance over at your shoulder, sneering in a tease, " c'mon, slowpoke! " you even stick your tongue out at him and wag your tail for good measure.

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/cute moment incoming <3

the lake is a beautiful sight to you, glinting and shimmering from the sunlight hitting it right at the perfect angle. you've never seen a huge body of water, so you pin your ears back as draco casually sits at the water's edge, waiting to trap a fish in his paws. if you weren't so embarrassed, you'd tell him to "move outta the way and let the master show you how it's done". unfortunately, you don't know a thing or two about catching fish, and you're still really in awe with the beauty of all the colors out here.
the water isn't murky or muddy, either; it's crystal clear. you can see right into it.
but, like with most things, you manage to keep your excitement inside, for now. you don't want to freak draco out by having a complete nerd moment and just going on and on about how pretty life out here is. truth be told, you could really get used to living out here. you should have left a long time ago.
you sit near him, so close that your fur is brushing his, and you're just staring out at the horizon like things couldn't get more perfect. you have this big goofy smile on your face that probably looks so dumb, and you'd be surprised if draco couldn't feel you trembling.
it's a good thing he asked you a question, because you were just about to completely wig out. " here? to be honest, i got lost. i joined the tribe of harvest moon just yesterday.. " -- you pause to take a big, deep breath -- " left the city 'cause it's just no way to live, i guess. glad i ran into you, though. " you peer down at draco, smirking before just aiming to shove him into the water with a gentle paw.

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as soon as he falls in, you erupt into a laughing fit. holy sh—t, that was funny as hell!
" sorry 'bout that, but -- " you can hardly get a word in without replaying the scene in your head and starting to giggle again, so you put a paw to your mouth. " i had to! " he starts to drag himself out, but you can't help frowning a little when you see his expression.
" my, uh, paw slipped? " you struggle, grimacing as well for the fear that he's annoyed with you, at the very least. obviously, you thought it was really f—cking funny, but he's not even smiling. you lower your head some, chuckling nervously, as if you expect him to yell at you.

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bump
also, i'm having darby join boneclan today ^u^

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/it's okay! and i'm going to post it in thirty minutes or so!

you're about to give a quick-witted reply when he aims a good shove right at you. at first, it just sends you wobbling sporadically, but you lose your balance completely and flop right in the water. the cold chill of it is so refreshing against the heat of the day, and your head bobs out of the surface with a huge smile on your maw. you, of course, love the water. " guess i deserved that. " you chuckle, paddling around in a loose circle before yelping in surprise. something slimy brushed past your legs, and it really spooked you. you clambor out as soon as you can, not even bothering to shake yourself off. you're just peering into the crystal clear waters, and eventually you see the asailant; a big, silvery fish that seems to be poking in and out of a hole in the bottom. you grin a bit sheepishly over at draco, trying to brush off the fact that you just acted like a total pansy all because of a fish. you've never actually seen a live one before, nor felt the gross, slippery, scaly skin.

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/oooooh eyepatches are cool :0

okay, now this is starting to look familiar. you've seen dead fish inside of store windows, and you were always kinda bugged out by their lifeless eyes, for some reason. even now, as you're looking down at your soon-to-be meal, you can't help watching its eyes, as if you expect it to spring back to life any second now.
you don't want to seem like a wuss, so you lean your head down, ears perked, and take a nibble at it. you don't get much of a good grip at all, only taking off a scale. you promptly spit that out, growling to yourself before trying again. this time, you manage to take a pretty large chunk out, and despite the scales, you eagerly swallow it up. it tastes a bit different than cooked fish, but regardless, you still like it. the taste sends your tail wagging, and you look to draco with wide eyes. " that's good! " you yip, hungrily going for another bite.

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/once again i'm stumped on a title for her joining thread omg xc

your parents? hm.
" .. just my mom. my dad wasn't ever really around, yaknow? " you reply, your voice a bit softer. even your eyes seem to be forelorn as your turn to look over, back out at the rippling water. what you didn't tell draco was that your mother had died when you were still quite young. he could maybe pick up on it, but you didn't like being a party pooper, so you try your best to smile and shake your head when he offers to cook up a different fish. you continue eating quietly, lost in your thoughts. you wish you could have protected her, or at least helped her recover from her sickness. your brother's nowhere to be found, even after months of your searching.