|| Zenobia's Cave ||

[Aquarius]

@Vortex
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Zenobia's eyes flicked open from where she had been resting on the patch of dirt right outside of her small cave. She had always assumed it had been an abandoned fox den, but nothing big ever bothered her and it was abandoned since who-knows-when. The molly yawned, her teeth gleaming in the sunlight as she stretched, her fur rippling. Sitting up, her ice-colored gaze whisked around her little grove, patches of sunlight illuminating the ground here and there every two seconds. Since she was quite lonely in her solitude, she probably would venture out like many other days. She had chosen a spot just close enough to TwoLegplace to sometimes get visitors, but just far away enough that humans never bothered her. She didn't loathe them, but she didn't like their furless paws scampering through her home anyways. Mindlessly she stroked her tongue through her dark pelt, trying to get some of the grit out that had rested on her fur during her short doze. The slight breeze ruffled the trees and the bushes around her and she found the sound quite comforting, as well as the sweet smell of the seasons the zephyr brought along with it. Getting lost in her own lonesome thoughts, Zenobia stayed stagnant in her spot as her tail flicked slightly behind her.

[doghouse]

@Aquarius

The snow crunched under paw as the large brown and white tomcat slid through the glittering white ice. It was beautiful and wondrous, but at the same time cold and merciless- a perfect and deceiving thing. He loved leaf-bare, if only it weren't sow cold. He didn't like cold that much, but everything else about it was pretty perfect. Vortex yawned, breath clouding in front of him in a puff of foggy white. He raised one paw, shaking snow off of it, wrinkling his nose slightly. He'd wandered quite a ways from his territory, but the energetic tomcat wasn't worried, because it wouldn't be hard to find his way back. It wasn't like he needed to be in a hurry either. He had plenty of time. Vortex wasn't even hunting. At least, not for prey anyways. He was looking for somebody to talk with for a bit. His dark, glossy pelt gleamed slightly, and his multicolored blue hues refkecfed the snwo around him. After a moment, the loner picked up the scent of another cat. It might be worth a shot, and they weren't friendly, he'd just leave. He didn't want to fight. Nodding to himself, Vortex turned and padded towards them. Once he spotted her, he waved his tail, showing that he wasn't a threat. “Hey there!” he meowed, his voice sounding muffled and slightly strange because of the fact the skin on one side if his muzzle had been torn away, making his mouth permanently open and teeth and gums showing.

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Vortex

@Aquarius

The snow crunched under paw as the large brown and white tomcat slid through the glittering white ice. It was beautiful and wondrous, but at the same time cold and merciless- a perfect and deceiving thing. He loved leaf-bare, if only it weren't sow cold. He didn't like cold that much, but everything else about it was pretty perfect. Vortex yawned, breath clouding in front of him in a puff of foggy white. He raised one paw, shaking snow off of it, wrinkling his nose slightly. He'd wandered quite a ways from his territory, but the energetic tomcat wasn't worried, because it wouldn't be hard to find his way back. It wasn't like he needed to be in a hurry either. He had plenty of time. Vortex wasn't even hunting. At least, not for prey anyways. He was looking for somebody to talk with for a bit. His dark, glossy pelt gleamed slightly, and his multicolored blue hues refkecfed the snwo around him. After a moment, the loner picked up the scent of another cat. It might be worth a shot, and they weren't friendly, he'd just leave. He didn't want to fight. Nodding to himself, Vortex turned and padded towards them. Once he spotted her, he waved his tail, showing that he wasn't a threat. “Hey there!” he meowed, his voice sounding muffled and slightly strange because of the fact the skin on one side if his muzzle had been torn away, making his mouth permanently open and teeth and gums showing.

The thin she-cat heard pawsteps coming through one side of the grove and turned, dragging one of her claws mindlessly on the icy stone under her paw in case the creature was a threat. When she was met with a friendly-looking gaze from a wandering tom, some of her worry dissolved. Just as she had wished, a visitor had come along - the scent of Clan or housecat didn't radiate from his pelt, and that was like a spark of excitement to Zenobia. If he was looking for trouble, she would give him trouble - but it didn't seem so, with the kind flick of his tail. The molly jumped to her paws, something catching her eye as she took a pawstep forward. She nearly stopped in her tracks, but her muscles worked faster then her mind, so her hesitance wasn't visible. At the edge of the tom's mouth, there was fur noticeably ripped away, exposing a patch of gums and some fangs. It seemed to inconvenience the cat, giving him a bit of lisp as he talked, but Zenobia didn't mind. She had met cats from all walks of life, with all different kinds of scars, and this wanderer seemed no different. In the least, it meant he had a story behind him, stretching far back into his past - and if he was willing to tell later on, Zenobia was more than willing to listen.
"Hello!" She greeted, smiling warmly at the newcomer. "Nice to meet you!" Her tail waved back at the tom, wondering what type of meeting this was going to be. It seemed to be positive - thus far.

[doghouse]

@Aquarius

Vortex studied the dark furred molly before him for a second, pausing slightly when she jumped to her paws. He didn't know what to expect from her, but he saw so sighs of hostility, which relieved him. He hadn't really been worried though, as he never really thought things over in that way. He was a more positive sort of cat, and rarely placed any sort of mistrust upon others. That would likely be his downfall in the end of course, because he was a bit too trusting one might say. He didn't think there was such a thing, as every cat was trustworthy until proven otherwise. And even still, the brown and white loner tended to ignore the signs. From what he could tell, she seemed to be a loner, and not a Clan cat or even a housecat as he had once been. Not many would think it though, but it was true. Smiling warmly at her, he sat down and wrapped his neatly over his paws. “It's nice to meet you, too,” here he paused, his mismatched blue gaze flicking towards a patch of sunlight, where movement had caught his gaze. It was just the lighting though, and he turned his attention quickly back to her, pleased that she seemed friendlier than some. “The name's Vortex,” he purred, tilting his head to one side slightly to help clarify his speech.

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Vortex

@Aquarius

Vortex studied the dark furred molly before him for a second, pausing slightly when she jumped to her paws. He didn't know what to expect from her, but he saw so sighs of hostility, which relieved him. He hadn't really been worried though, as he never really thought things over in that way. He was a more positive sort of cat, and rarely placed any sort of mistrust upon others. That would likely be his downfall in the end of course, because he was a bit too trusting one might say. He didn't think there was such a thing, as every cat was trustworthy until proven otherwise. And even still, the brown and white loner tended to ignore the signs. From what he could tell, she seemed to be a loner, and not a Clan cat or even a housecat as he had once been. Not many would think it though, but it was true. Smiling warmly at her, he sat down and wrapped his neatly over his paws. “It's nice to meet you, too,” here he paused, his mismatched blue gaze flicking towards a patch of sunlight, where movement had caught his gaze. It was just the lighting though, and he turned his attention quickly back to her, pleased that she seemed friendlier than some. “The name's Vortex,” he purred, tilting his head to one side slightly to help clarify his speech.

Zenobia was gleeful that the stranger seemed to be rather kind. She had had one too many hostile loners, rogues, and even some lazy, annoyed kittypets wander through her area, snapping at her like she had instigated them. Of course, she had usually shrugged and walked off without a second thought, but seeing a friendly face was surely a relieving sight. Her brown tabby fur settled from where it had been slightly raised upon her neck. Obliging to introduce herself, the she-cat dipped her head. "I am Zenobia, but if it's too long, you can call me Zen," she replied smoothly. She was used to cats pronouncing her name wrong, and she could remember being called everything possible. Zenoba. Zenoa. Zebona. Since correcting cats became quite tiring, she just added it to her original greeting. Sitting down, the she-cat curled her fluffy tail around her paws. Yearning to learn about the story the cat hid behind his scars, she decided to strike up a conversation. "So where are you from, Vortex?" Zenobia asked. The tom had quite an unusual name, much like hers. She had met several loners or kittypets with names like "Spot" and "Daisy", and had even met some boring Clan cats - "Blackfur", "Bluepaw", "Lightpelt" - just to name a few. She purred silently, internally, remembering the interactions she had had with these self-proclaimed "Warriors".