Average day at the Junkyard

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  • Storm yawned. "It better stop. I was gonna go Junk hunting tomorrow but now all the cars are wet." Storm covered his ears with his paws and went back to into a soft sleep.

  • Storm woke with a start as water splashed onto his fur. "Hazel..." he mumbled as he groomed his fur clean. "At least my den keeps us warm...unlike those Clan cats that have bushes and rocks for dens."

  • ~THE NEXT DAY~ (Yay!)


    Storm yawned to find that the rain had stopped. "Noah, Hazel wake up, the rain stopped!" he yowled as he padded out of the den to see if Randy was out yet.


    OOC: Noah if you don't know who Randy is, he's a Twoleg that comes out every few days and drops a bit of food near my den. :) I hide from him sometimes in case he wants me to be his mouse-brained, dormouse, kittypet -_-

  • "Uh yeah. Hang on." Storm walked into the den and took out a mouse from the small prey pile and gave it to Sethyeno. "So um... what are you doing around here in the Junkyard?" he asked

  • "I haven't been here in a while" I gulp down the food ravenously. "I was here as a kit with my mother. But i have been gone for a long time. Spending my time in the woods. Thank you. Most cats here aren't so generous.

  • A slender black she cat with aqua eyes walked into the junkyard casually, her fur was surprisingly dry and clean. It looked glossy in the morning sunlight. Cynder (pronounced same as Cinder) jumped up on the top of a junk pile onto a broken monster door. The strange she just layed down on her side and began to soak up the sun.

  • Storm watched as Sethyeno walked away. "Wait!" he said and ran up too her. "My name is Storm. You know if you need a place to stay I have a den with my friends...I mean if you want too." he meowed.

  • Cynder lifted her head and watched the other cats talking. She layed her head back down on her spot on the junkpile and purred in the heat of the warming sun.