Paulie's place
 

The dilute ginger tom padded carefully about his new home
A condemned farmhome with various prey, a lot of mice mostly, and a barn in partially okay condition. It was small, and his territory was average as well. It expanded into the backwoods behind the house and to the yard and rotting fenceposts that had been a corral. Paulie grinned crookedly at the rotting house and sighed contently as he mad his wayto the barn to make a nest.

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Paulie jogged into his barn. He'd lived here about three days now, and he liked it so far. The barn was still full of mice. Prey was plentiful, speaking of he had a nice pile of about five or so prey items. And he had a blackbird clamped in his jaws now, so six-ish. He dropped it in the pile and stretched, popping his back. "Ahhh, I'm not as young as I used to be . . ." he mumbled, laying down on the nest of hay he'd made. He smacked his lips and yawned.

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Paulie was out hunting. He smelled the air and stalked after some preyscent to a plump robin. Hopefully, he could grab it before it flew off. He didn't jump very well. He licked his lips, a nervous habit, and leaped at the bird. He nearly missed, but bit into its wing before killing it in a quick crunch. He purred to himself and picked it up just below its neck, beginning the trek back to his barn. Golly, he'd actually caught it!

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@mush.

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Paulie
The tomcat had been cheerily padding back to the barn when a younger she-cat bowled into him. He let out a yowl, and the robin flew out of his mouth as they tumbled for a while. He jumped up as soon as they broke apart and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He took a few deep breaths and approached the molly. "Who are you?" he asked softly, more curious than defensive. He licked his chest fur to try and calm himself. He'd probably not be able to salvage the robin he'd lost.
(Sorry it's not as long as yours)

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(It's totally fine! You don't have to match length, but I'll try to shorten it up a bit!)
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What had just happened? Storm had been flying down the slope, leafs and twigs catching in her pelt, when she'd knocked into something hard. Everything hurt. Her head throbbed, her paws ached, and her eye stung (probably from getting poked by something in the fall). With a groan, the large she-cat hauled herself to her feet, her injured eye closed. Suddenly, she caught the whiff of another cat scent. Eye wide with alarm, she jumped back, her pelt bristling slightly. Seeing the tom made her relax a little. He seemed to be older, but not too old. The dilute ginger tabby seemed well fed and somewhat peaceful. After hearing the tom speak, Storm let out a sigh of relief. He was friendly and didn't want to fight. She hated fighting unless she absolutely had too. Still cautious, she replied in her loud rough voice. "I'm so sorry for running into you! See, I accidentally tripped when I was taking a walk through the forest, these big paws always get in my way, and suddenly I was barreling down a hill going who knows where. Then I hit something, and that must have been you! I hope I didn't hurt you or anything like that! Oh, I forgot to answer the question you asked," the loner realized, slapping her face with her paw. Once again, she had just talked without thinking. "I'm Storm! And you are?"

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Paulie
The tom waited patiently while the molly spoke. He had always been polite and patient with others, and this molly seemed quite excitable. He chuckled when she spoke impulsively and answered her question for his name. "I'm Paulie, and I think you might owe me a robin after all this unless I find mine." He teased playfully. His maw split into a grin. "Ah, just kiddin'! Why dontcha come with me? Hungry?" he asked, turning back towards the barn after that little inconvenient detour. His dilute paws began taking him back to his home at a leisurely and calm walking pace.

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Paulie
The tom stayed quiet, not trying to break the silence in fear he'd startle the molly some more. He kept on through the trees until they broke out of the dim and dappled forest. Leaving swapped short trodden grass and moss for taller, tough grass and sunshine leading up to the barn. The tom made his way carefully around some small holes he'd ran into the first few days, making it to the barn quite swiftly. He trotted easily into the barn through the blown-off barn door. He smiled and finally spoke to the other cat, adressing the house rules. "Make yourself at home, if you're staying a while replace any prey you eat and if short-term don't worry 'bout it, careful of some of the loftier wood bars up there, they're quite unstable." The last phrase he gestured with his tail to the hayloft. He nearly fell into his nest of hay and moss, stretching out his joints. "Been out nearly all day, I don't seem to be ageing too well." He sighed, settling in with a smile. "Well, anything you wanna do, do it. I don't mind talkin' either."