didn’t make sense not to live for fun // p, checker

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    her mother always told her she’d make a good kittypet, that she was lazy and stupid and completely incompetent. if daisypaw was honest with herself, those were all very true things. but she still couldn’t stand the thought of answering to a smelly twoleg to get her food and shelter. this was her first time visiting the twolegplace, and the overgrown apprentice was nothing short of terrified of getting scooped up by a twoleg and never seeing another cat again.


    nevertheless, curiosity and spite pushed her forward. her adventures in the forest had been cut off when she decided to leave darkclan, and were even further reduced now that she had to avoid riverclan as well. the city was the only place left where she could explore in peace! well, maybe. bloodclan lived here, so her trip might not go as smoothly as planned.


    CHECKER

    CHECKER


    To say that Checker was thrilled to find a wanderer near the city was an understatement. He often found the area dull simply by virtue of it being his home, and predictable in that regard. True fun was generally had by happening upon strangers, and that usually was done near the forests where there were more friends to be made in his own way.


    And so to have one such feline waltz right into his web of her own accord? It was fantastic! So long as none of his clanmates bothered him about it, he could have plenty of fun. They were all such sticks in the mud about territorial aggression, but Checker didn't give a shit about that nonsense. It was a pain to worry about that stuff.


    The tiny turkish angora kept his steps light as he slunk toward the foreign molly. His fur brushed the dust below and billowed up in clouds, causing him to close his blind eye on instinct to avoid an intrusion he couldn't see. But he reopened it quickly, flashing a smile as he faced the new visitor. It was rude to not meet a guest's eyes, even if one of his own was unfocused and stuck behind a film barrier. "Wowee, hi there! Didn't expect to see a new face walking around today. Rules say you gotta introduce yourself now, so what's your name?"

    oh no, her fear had come true. the smell of bloodclan hit her scent glands and daisypaw panicked for a moment; where could she go hide? she didn’t know this territory well. then the stranger saw her and she knew she was done for. “oh fuck. i mean hey,” the cream she-cat mewed, trying to sound casual and not terrified.


    a strange sense of calm swept over her—learned helplessness, perhaps. there was absolutely nothing she could do, so she might as well not worry. she took a moment to assess the situation better. it was only one cat; she could run if she had to, and though she wasn’t the most athletic of cats, she might get away if desperation took hold. but it didn’t seem like she would need to run yet. the tom’s greeting seemed friendly enough, and daisypaw offered him an uneasy smile. eye contact was scary, so blue eyes quickly flitted away to look at something else. a garbage can. ew, no, that was gross. she focused on the tom again. oh! he’d asked for her name. right. “i’m daisypaw, who’re you?”