All was peaceful on the forested stretch of the border. Birds sang to each other through sun-dappled leaves, squirrels chattered and teasingly stole each others' food. Everything and everyone was happy, including the young foal who wandered cheerfully across the border.
Zenith had no idea that cats lived here. All he knew was that on that fateful day, the terrifying, churning tornado had separated him from his herd. His father, tall and majestic with a coat like a raven's wing, had shepherded everyone as far as possible from the swirling behemoth. Unable to keep up, unable to see his mother in the chaos, Zenith had burrowed himself in a bush and waited out the storm. He missed his parents, his friends and his herd, but life had been okay. He would find them, he kept telling himself, though he grew less sure every day. He would find them.
He hadn't had to fight for his food. He knew he would have to sooner or later, but for the time being he had just grazed as he wandered. It was the middle of winter, but the snow hadn't hampered him. He rather liked snow. It wasn't all a joy ride, though. His hooves were sore, his spirits often low. Leaning in desperation against a tree, Zenith gazed forlornly into the trees.
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Omorthan was usually hidden in the leaves in a tree near the borders of Skulls. The Cave-Warden did not usually sleep at night. Actually, not much cats sleep at night. They are usually active at night, and drowsy at day.
And what was weird for him was to see this strange creature in the territory of Skulls. Usually, if it was an unfamiliar cat, he would give them a couple of scratches and send their a** back home. But not today.
It was a horse, he noted, and that was when he jumped down and walked toward it. It wouldn't harm him if he did not harm him. "Hey!" he yowled, hoping to catch his attention. -
Zenith jumped, startled, as an ear-shattering yowl erupted from somewhere beneath him. Glancing down, he saw a... well, he had no idea what it was, having never seen a cat before. Tilting his head to the side, the foal nosed his muzzle toward the small creature. It wasn't very big. Surely it couldn't be dangerous, right? A smile broke into his face, displaying his flat teeth. Maybe it would be his friend. Zenith snorted inquisitively at the strange creature. It had a funny tail, and its face was too flat. It looked amusing.
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The first thing Omorthan noticed was its flat teeth. He almost gagged. What kind of teeth were those? He thought it would have sharp teeth like he and other cats, But this is not a cat, well, he does not look like one. "Who are you?!" he demanded in his regular loud tone, lashing once of his tail.
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Zenith blinked as the thing spoke again. It seemed to be trying to talk to him, so he nickered in response. Although it was much smaller than he, the thing was obviously an adult. This almost had him giggling. This creature was so small! Abruptly he wondered what a baby one would look like. Surely there must be more of them around. This led to the thought that this being must belong to a herd, and so if he followed it around it must lead him to his herd. Zenith peered behind the thing, but could see nothing but undergrowth and trees.
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Okay, so he assumed it does not talk cat. Omorthan snort, sitting down and staring at the strange yet familiar-looking creature called a horse. They were strange; their anatomy, build, voice, and those teeth. "What's wrong with you," he muttered toward the horse. "Where you from?" he called much louder.
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Zenith peered curiously at the creature. Despite its funny face and weird tail- it didn't look all fur, so there must be something beneath- it really looked quite graceful. Not nearly as graceful as some of the horses in his herd, with their manes and tails streaming out behind them and their heads held proudly, but graceful all the same. Still, the irritated look on its face was enough to have him chuffing with laughter. It was all he could do to keep a straight face. He wanted to see where this creature lived; perhaps it was large enough for him to stay in for a few days. He was tired of spending nights alone. Maybe it had babies. He would love to see the young version of this stern-looking cat, and maybe he could even play with them. The thing didn't seem to be able to understand him, but he spoke anyway, in horse. "Where do you live? Can I stay there?" He emphasized these words with a few gestures from his leg and head. They would have to suffice.
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[font=Georgia]All he got was all these neighing sounds and shorts. Omorthan tilted his head to the right, giving the horse a look. What was he talking about? This horse was enormous. The ones he saw was shorter, much exactly. "I don't know what you're saying," he said very loudly. Maybe to the horse, his words were all meowing. "Are you lost or what? You're in Skulls ya' know."
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Zenith couldn't hold back a chuff of laughter as the thing spoke again. It was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, that long, high-pitched meow sound. The creature didn't seem to have realized what he had been asking. He peered pointedly behind it and gestured a little with his hooves. He wanted to know where it lived. Where did it sleep? Where did it graze? Did it have baby thingamabobs? Would it play with him? He attempted to convey all these questions with simple, generic motions. This would be difficult unless one of its herdmates spoke horse.
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[font=georgia]Was the horse laughing at him? Omorthan gave him a puzzled look before one side of his whiskers twitched. Damn, if he could talk in horse, then he'll know what the heck this weirdo was doing here. He only got idea at the gesture the creature gave him. At first, he looked back, as if there was someone behind him. But there were no one there besides he and Zenith. "I have other cats here too," he mewed loudly. He hoped he did not sound like a little kitten in the horse's ears. That would lower his little so-call reputation.
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Zenith struggled to keep from laughing again. The thing had seemed slightly offended when he had. Briefly he pondered what he sounded like to the creature, but he couldn't imagine that. The small thing had spoken as if he knew what he had asked, so he nodded, hardly knowing what he was nodding to, and gestured to say he wanted to go to the thing's home. It occurred to him that this could go very badly if they just assumed everything.
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It wasn't good to meet a creature who he couldn't understand, unless it can speak cat of course. The horse did not seem like a threat, thus Omorthan took two steps forward, as if cautious that he might strike out anytime. You never know. Would picture in the dirt help what he is saying to that horse?
"I don't know if you understand what the hell I'm saying," the Cave-Warden mewed roughly. He made a circle on the dirt ground than pointed a paw at him, then back at that circle, inidcatijg the circle is he. Next, the tom drew more circles around him. "See, more cats live here."
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Zenith stifled another giggle at the thing's serious meow, then studied the ground intently. The creature was the circle, then? And there were more of him? Ah! Now it made sense. This would be fun, like charades. He drew a clumsy square with his hoof, in front of the circles. Pointing to himself and then the square, he hoped to convey that he was the square. "I want to go to the other things," he nickered, drawing an arrow from his square to the massed circles. He knew the thing couldn't understand him, but it was easier to speak his intentions. "Can you take me?"
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The messy square was more bigger than he thought. Well yes, Zenith is a big creature. "Want to see us huh," he muttered to himself. The red-brown tom looked at the horse, puzzled. "Why?" he asked, before drawing something that his roleplayer does not know what to draw to indicate "why".
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Zenith frowned at the puzzled look on the thing's face. It was obvious he was asking why, especially with the nondescript doodle in the dirt, but he didn't know if he had an answer. "I, uh, want to rest there for a few days," he neighed, drawing a clumsy crescent moon and an arrow protruding from it. Hopefully he understood that to mean many days.
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To cats, a moon means a month. "Hmm, sure," Omorthan said slowly, nodding his head slowly, in hope that Zenith would know that means yes. "As long as you don't cause any trouble," he mewed loudly.
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Zenith grinned, rearing happily as the cat nodded his assent. "Thank you!" he brayed, even knowing the cat couldn't understand him. Yay! This would be happy!
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He'll take that as a thank you. The Cave-Warden nodded with a little smirk before beckoning the horse to follow him toward the camp of Skulls. Wait till they see this.
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Zenith trotted impatiently after the thing, barely keeping from dancing ahead. He was seeing where the creatures lived! This was exciting.
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The tom continued to walk, not knowing the impatience from the horse. Omorthan was looking ahead, seeing if his home was coming to view. It was until he smiled, more like a smirk, that showed he saw the familiar structure of his home. His head turned back and nodded toward the direction. It was a signal that this was the home he was talking, more like drawing, about.