noel – sweetpea

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    Twitchy tries to avoid most of the Twoleg place. He — he's a good hunter, you know, but it's just a loud, scary place. Monsters race about, roaring and howling around him. So he tries to find the quieter places, where the monsters seem to sleep through most of the day. There aren't as many things to find here, prey or pretty items; that's okay though. It's still good to take a breather. The tuxedo tomcat slinks through the shadows, almost invisible were it not for the dirty white of his underside. As soon as he can reach higher ground he does, jumping on top of the boxes Twolegs dump their trash into, and then higher to a low roof. There he stays, crouched low with wide eyes as he observes the world around him. In the distance, he thinks he spots another slinking feline and he drops even lower, long tail lashing warily. For now, he stays silent.


    Sweetpea !

    ✧ — " im down on my knees, tonight "

    Sweets was always a bit of a mess - fur unkempt, often unwashed for days, eyes with bags so heavily set they were now a distinguishing feature of his, and just a general air of anxiety that seemed to radiate off of him. But he was also a kind boy - he had never enjoyed hurting others, or fighting of any kind. He was a self-sacrificing, self-loathing furball, but he had a heart of gold at times. And so he was wandering the twolegplace with a bundle of strong-smelling plants in his jaws - what he hoped to bring home as a gift to his clanmates, a show of support after the recent battle and hopefully a peace offering for his lack of participation. As he wandered though - body oddly relaxed as he took in the little sunshine the winter had to offer, breathing in the nice cool air - he'd glance up from his paws, spotting a dark outline ahead. Warily, but hopeful that the figure in question would be friendly, the bengal would call out "H-hello?"