I TOOK THE FLOWERS FROM THE WINDOWSILL (ribbon heist)

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  • Mission #2


    Objective: Acquire adequate prize for Sinclair


    Gaia repeated the words in her head as she slunk through the abandoned town, perhaps acting a bit too suspicious. She stuck close to the walls, casting skeptical glances in several directions before scooting over to a new hiding spot. Rounding a corner on the cracked roads of the twolegplace, she would peer around herself before launching towards a mailbox, swiftly leaping up to skitter inside of the metal compartment that stood propped up on some sort of log. After a pawful of seconds, she poked her head out, narrowed yellow eyes staring down towards her companion. "Psst! Mikhail! The coast is clear!" She hissed a bit too loudly, hardly concealing her voice. "Do you see it?" By 'it' she, of course, meant the flower shop in town. She had been by it a couple of times and had seen the most beautiful of things inside its windows. Now, she had a use for them. If she were to bring Sinclair a bounty worthy of praise, then he would surely hold up his end of the deal, just like all of those moons ago when she had stolen that bucket for him and he had gifted her with the yellow bandana that now hung around her fluffy neck.


    // mikhail  

    ARE YOU OUT THERE? DO YOU KNOW ME? —

    BloodClan + 11 Moons + She-Cat + Bio + Penned by Blitz Krieg

  • The flame point followed on light feet after Gaia, using his long legs to his advantage as he darted from hiding place to hiding place, sticking to the shadows. He stood out far more than his tortoiseshell companion, so he made sure to stay out of the sunlight. He was, however, much smaller than her, and let her do all the scouting. This was exciting! His second heist! He hoped he'd also get a share of the rewards for his work, which was mainly just to help as an extra set of paws. One day, he'd do his own heist! He already had an idea for it, courtesy of Stitches moons ago, but he had to pull it off perfectly. This was just practice.

    He narrowed his eyes to follow her gaze, his tail sticking up excitedly as he saw the shop. It stuck out like a thorn in a pawpad, but in a good way! "Yeah!" He nodded, whisper-yelling back to her as he tried to keep the facade of being inconspicuous.

    "speaking in #daa520"

    - tags -

    HEARTBREAKER, GATEKEEPER

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    ( I'M FEELING FAR AWAY, I'M FEELING RIGHT HERE )

    mikhail | bloodclan kit | melo-crisis

  • A wide, mischievous grin stretched across her face as her comrade confirmed the whereabouts of their target. "Good," She whispered, peeking her head out of the mailbox and around its rims, locating the shop for herself. She leaned out of the compartment, balancing on her toes before finally dropping to the ground, immediately sinking onto her belly. Quite the dramatized crouch, to any watching eyes. From there, her gaze would flick back and forth before fixating on the flower boutique, her tail held frozen in the air before she gave it a quick flick, signaling to the younger tom to move. Across the street she'd scamper, tiny paws pitter-pattering on the cracking concrete before safely reaching the other side. Whatever had happened to this twolegplace had luckily shattered parts of a chipping white window, leaving the perfect entrance for the two thieves.


    "This way!" She chirped, clumsily leaping up and squeezing herself through the hole. Perhaps this was the perfect job for two half-pints; Gaia doubted Sinclair or any of his buff boonies could fit through. Once inside, the tortoiseshell leaped down to the floor and immediately, her eyes fluttered wide open. "Wow!" It smelled amazing in here! All around were piles of shriveled up, dried flowers, yet their scent still overpowered the room. "Now remember, we're here for the colorful floppy sticks!" She mewed back towards Mikhail, talking about the ribbons that decorated many of the dead stems. Bows would also do; really, as much as they could fit into their mouths.

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    BloodClan + 11 Moons + She-Cat + Bio + Penned by Blitz Krieg

  • From a nearby perch Ryland watches Gaia and Mikhail go about their game warmly; they're searching for ribbons with the stealth mastery of two kittens raised clutched in the paws of two businessmen, but despite the duo's clear mastery in the art of being bat-silent, a certain tabby tom had still gone after them to keep an eye on them from afar (as any good not-quite-parent would do). After all, this new Twolegplace is... Sketchy, to say the least. He pulls his eyes momentarily from their escapade into the dried-up flower place, glancing around their sorry ghost town with a certain unease—whatever had forced the upwalkers to leave could force BloodClan to leave eventually too. Maybe they had been chased away by a pack of ravenous dogs, or... Or maybe there's an illness-causing animal here, like the bats that had infested their old home all those moons ago. Whatever it is, Gaia and Mikhail are not completely safe in Ryland's humble opinion—not until they're both safely back in BloodClan's marble camp, squished into his arms like a couple of baby birds being squashed under a mother bird. How he had gotten such an affection for a couple of kids, he has no clue. Last he'd checked, he hated kids (or so he'd always said). Rolling his eyes in response to his own familial ineptitude, he suddenly slinks from his perch, hurrying his way over to the building to leap up onto the window sill for a closer look. I'm watching you two, his eyes say as he peers at them like a hawk from between dead flowers. You'd better be okay in there, pipsqueaks.

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    CAUGHT BETWEEN THE TIDES OF PAIN & RAPTURE—!

    RYLAND HUNT » BLOODCLAN TRAPPER » BIOGRAPHY » PLOTTING » PENNED BY GREAHOUND

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  • He scurried after her, using his thin build to get through the small entrance. What if he pricked himself on it? It didn't look too friendly, and he was going to play it safe. No injuries! This was a stealth mission! The sense of another presence momentarily made him look around, thgouh, it was too faint of a feeling to identify anything. Whatever, he had a job to do. The scent of wilted flowers washed over them, covering what scent they had carried in with them. Would anyone ever clear this place out? Maybe if the flowers were a little more... alive, they could use it as some fragrance or something. He knew a few cats around BloodClan who could use it. "Oh! Like that one?" He asked, pointing to one of the dead bouquets. Wow, it was certainly eye-catching! It was like, lively lifelessness, or something.

    "speaking in #daa520"

    - tags -

    HEARTBREAKER, GATEKEEPER

    ✧༺☼༻∞

    ∞༺☼༻✧

    ⋇ ⋆ ☀ ⋆ ⋇

    ( I'M FEELING FAR AWAY, I'M FEELING RIGHT HERE )

    mikhail | bloodclan kit | melo-crisis

  • Completely and utterly unaware of her not-parent's presence, Gaia began to wander floor of the shop, wide yellow eyes soaking every detail in before Mikhail's voice broke through the silence. Her head pivoted around to face him before peering in the direction he had motioned in. There, she spotted a clump of dead flowers, held together by, oh! A ribbon! "Yeah! Snag as many of those as you can! Maybe you could even put one around your neck, heh!" She had a bandana, Ryland and Sinclair had collars, so Mik could have a ribbon!


    She leaped up onto one of the countertops, leaning forward to tentatively sniff at a box of decorations. "Ohh, I know this would just look great on you!" She laughed, plucking a little red bowtie from the box and slinging it towards the tom. "Sinclair's gonna love this stuff!" She continued to pluck ribbon after ribbon: a pale blue one, a bright yellow one, and a bright pink far more saturated in color than any tongue she had seen before. "Any luck, Mik?" She called down from her perch.

    ARE YOU OUT THERE? DO YOU KNOW ME? —

    BloodClan + 11 Moons + She-Cat + Bio + Penned by Blitz Krieg