Blossom padded through the wasteland of little stabby things, gazing around intently at each and every next pawstep. She had no intention of stepping on one before she could find herself a nest at least. An old barrel lying on it's side provided an opportunity. It must have once held fish, it reeked of them, but unlike the majority of the things around here, it was fairly whole and wouldn't leak when it rained. She didn't forsee the potential for motion, it seemed stable enough as she climbed in, so Blossom got out again and set off, looking for materials to build her nest. As she continued through the area, noting the amount of cats that were appearing, she padded up to one of the cats right in the very middle. She was social, and liked to talk, so she found someone to do so at the first opportunity.
Have you been here long? she asked politely, her eyes still roaming the area. @
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