crush culture - p, ryland

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    The bell chimed as she hauled herself over a familiar fence, slightly panting as she dropped to the sweet grass below. The sunset light lit everything up in a soft orange glow, reflecting off of her pelt, of the chime around her neck. It was warm- in fact, she had to take a second to bask in the warmth that it brought, the sweet evening wind now picking up.


    Cherry decided that she was taking too long admiring the scenery and almost immediately, anxiety began to form in the pit of her stomach. What if my clanmates ask me where i've been? She just wanted to say goodbye! She bit her lip, hurrying across the lawn before she began to regret her choices once more. She leapt over the fence and made her way around to the front, taking deep breaths to calm her mind as she stared across the streets, the front lawns she used to play on. Was it even right to say goodbye? I wanna be loyal... She shook her head and began to pad down the road, looking for a familiar house that she used to call home.

    // RYLAND. hope you don't mind its in bc territory ^^;

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    Mottled pawpads pad languidly down a road alongside a notable series of clicks, the feeling of six million tiny rocks embedded in his skin distracting, uncomfortable, but not quite worth damning to hell. Really, all the cuts he's been giving himself on this stupid walk are irrelevant compared to other things—he'd be angry about the rocks if his focus wasn't already directed to a different discomfort of the paw, that being the major annoyance that is his set of heavy weaponry, otherwise known as the source of all the clicking. Sharpened dog teeth are stuck onto his paws like Bugles, and he has to say it: they feel like eight lead weights that serve no use other than making walking harder than it needs to be. A duck could probably walk more gracefully than him right now. But despite how much he doesn't want to wear them in public, Ryland knows that they're important to don when wandering within the borders of Twolegplace. So, he just focuses on resenting them in silence. Stupid Murder-Paws.


    Those Murder-Paws are important for a job, though—he's come to this neighborhood on Sinclair's orders to check in on a few kittypets, and Ryland is fully aware that the whole intimidation thing is pretty important for BloodClan's sake, and for the Web's sake, too. Using a mixture of these claws and his Blood Oath, he's been instructed to scare some cats, scam some cats, take their things, ruin their lives. Simple. The Web runs like a well-oiled machine, and Ryland is just one loyal component to keep it going: yesterday was passive organization, and today, passive intimidation. Therefore, the chime of a kittypet's bell is like music to his ears—had he found... Er, what was her name? Starla? Scarlet? Starling? Oh, he can't remember. All he remembers is that one of the kittypets listed was red, she had a bell, and this kittypet in front of him looks pretty red to him. And she's walking with a familiar ding-ding-ding. Good luck, huh? "Hey, ginger," Ryland calls to her lazily from behind, his pace quickening so that he can hopefully pass her up and cut her off, somewhat like a roadblock. "Going somewhere?" I think you owe my boss something.


    / no worries - ry actually made bloodclan territory smaller recently, so twolegplace is all unprotected loner lands now!

    Lucky for Ryland, Cherry was untrained in about everything, including scent tracking and paying more attention to her surroundings. His pawsteps fell upon deaf ears as Cherry made her way down, soft hums coming from her lips as she began to finally relax. She notes that the grass is becoming much greener down here now that winter was over, the sweet scent of blooming flowers hung so heavily in the air and she blinked, stopping for a moment to sniff at a clump of buds that were growing near a mailbox.


    She was expecting anything but to be stopped, jumping in her skin as a voice rang so clearly across the neighborhood. Hey, ginger. She hesitated at it, that wasn't her name! But then she looked down... Right. She was a vibrant orange and white. "Hah- Wh- What?" she laughs nervously, avoiding his gaze and feeling like she may just finally crumble. "U-Uh... Nope! Nowhere at all, no sir! Oh dear, Juniperstar sent you, didn't he?" she begins to panic, her fur fluffing out as she tried to smoothen her wild chest fur. "Please don't tell him you saw me here! I just wanted to say goodbye to my housefolk, oh, they're probably worried sick," she meows anxiously, shifting her weight as her pelt burned in embarrassment. God, Cherry is so dense.

    // oo, okay! i'll remember that for next time! ty <3

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    Oh—this can't be the cat he's looking for, can it? This girl's response is nothing short of nervous panic, all stuttering and fluffed out fur, anxious voice and burning cheeks. The cat that Sinclair had described had been nothing but the opposite. What's-her-name was supposed to be fiery, loud, angry... So is this nothing but a lookalike? "Juniperstar?" Ryland repeats, catching onto that word with interest, his BloodClanner fear factor already vanishing the moment that he hears the name of his... Friend-but-not-friend. It's then that he notices the scent of SkyClan that clings to Cherry pelt—oh, how had he not noticed it before? Already he's beginning to feel a bit flustered; his whiskers pull back, previous taunting already stuttering in his throat as he laughs, feeling a flush of awkwardness under his own fur. Oh, he'd not meant to act like a real BloodClanner in front of a SkyClanner. That's the last thing he wants. "No, no- he didn't send me. I thought you were someone else," Ryland explains, removing his long limb from her path, though now he doesn't know what to do with it. The claws weighing heavy on his paws make him feel rather awkward, and he shifts on his injured pads, eventually deciding to just seat himself in the grass next to the Thunderpath, feeling like he looks rather out of place now. "I'm- I'm not gonna tell him anything. Are you leaving your housefolk for—SkyClan?" Oh, how Ryland wishes he could do that.