Brave's Den

[brave]

(Brave's territory is open to anyone - rogues, loners, kitty-pets, and Clan cats ! She generally won't show aggression unless she is faced with aggression, as a heads up !)

Sun high came and went, the blazing yellow ball in the sky now sinking low past the horizon. With it went the warmth, and Brave could feel that it would be a cold night by the eerie breeze that billowed past her. Trotting back onto the small section of territory she had claimed for herself, the she-cat dropped her catch of two mice and a shrew into a small hole. Her head bobbed down again and snagged one of the mice before slender paws worked to cover the rest. It wasn't much, but the brown and cream cat wouldn't complain - especially in the middle of this frost-bitten weather.

Moving away from her makeshift nest and den - an old, vacated badgers den with the foundation made of old, piled up driftwood that she had found many moons ago - Brave settled on a slight rise in the land, tucking her tail at her side. Her stomach growled angrily, ready to feast on what she scrunched her nose up at. Mice were certainly not a delicacy favorited by her, but it was prey and she would eat it regardless. Bending her neck down the she-cat started in on her dinner, the tip of her tail twitching beside her as she lost herself to her thoughts.

[pxxylo]

➢ Darkwaters | He/him | @brave

White paws set foot in stone, those of Darkwaters. The guy looked rough, and he’d never bothered to get some training from Bounceberry as an apprentice, so he’d no idea about herbs and would have to just let his wounds and nicks heal over naturally, the best he could do is find the most clean looking stream he could and wash off the horrid things, taint the water red. The tom hated to say so himself, but yes, he did become rather queasy in the presence of blood. The nervous chuckling, the shying away, and the wincing. The oriental tom’s gaze flicked to what seemed to be an unnatural looking pile of driftwood, accompanied by the whiff of another cat. Being the idiot he is, the tom hopped up on a low branch of a tree to observe through the place’s now visible entryway. Burying some prey, normal cat stuff…just seems to be a normal outsider, which is pretty much what I am now. Outsiders can interact with each other without creating a hostile link, right?

Lowering himself to his haunches, the tom leapt off the branch and stood a distance away from the entrance, where he could be seen standing outside, but before he realized, the cat had walked off, and now Darkwaters was behind them. He hopped back up in the trees, posing himself above the cat just slightly, a safe distance away. “Hello,” He called, his voice small yet enough to be heard at her ground level. The tom was dead still, balancing on the branch only with the hope it could hold him much longer, and luckily, it could.

[brave]

@doof

From off to the side, Brave registered a voice calling out to her and turned her head to observe. Another cat hidden partially by the tree branch shadows peered down at her. She gave a wave of her tail in greeting, though regarded him with mild suspicion. What was he doing up in the trees? "Hello there!" Brave called while scooting her dinner closer to her with one paw. There was already a lack of decent morsels with the snow that lingered and she wasn't about to share with some tree-climbing stranger. "Who might you be?" Not many faces made themselves apparent around these parts, at least none that attempted to interact with her. Left with her world of solitude, Brave was more than alright with that; being only twelve moons there was still much she wanted to learn and grow in before daring to venture outside her home.

[ChillyCiabattas]

Originally Posted by brave

(Brave's territory is open to anyone - rogues, loners, kitty-pets, and Clan cats ! She generally won't show aggression unless she is faced with aggression, as a heads up !)

Sun high came and went, the blazing yellow ball in the sky now sinking low past the horizon. With it went the warmth, and Brave could feel that it would be a cold night by the eerie breeze that billowed past her. Trotting back onto the small section of territory she had claimed for herself, the she-cat dropped her catch of two mice and a shrew into a small hole. Her head bobbed down again and snagged one of the mice before slender paws worked to cover the rest. It wasn't much, but the brown and cream cat wouldn't complain - especially in the middle of this frost-bitten weather.

Moving away from her makeshift nest and den - an old, vacated badgers den with the foundation made of old, piled up driftwood that she had found many moons ago - Brave settled on a slight rise in the land, tucking her tail at her side. Her stomach growled angrily, ready to feast on what she scrunched her nose up at. Mice were certainly not a delicacy favorited by her, but it was prey and she would eat it regardless. Bending her neck down the she-cat started in on her dinner, the tip of her tail twitching beside her as she lost herself to her thoughts.

Fallingsky was running, tears flying behind her. Yes, she was crying. She was an outclanner now, and she had no idea what to do. She came to a nice-looking cave, and called out a choked "H-hellOooO?" She was so dumb. (Hi this cat just got kicked out of RC so... she seriously needs help.)