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Originally Posted by Peril
Sascha | outsider
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Sascha weaved through swathes of grasses, his whiskers twitching at each bird call, sound of the wind, or swish. Every brush of grass against his flank made him startle slightly, and his fur was on end.
Eventually, he found a mostly safe place to settle down. It seemed some other loner had cleared it in passing and now... he could stay for a spell. He sat carefully in the hollow under the cover of messily woven grasses, taking a break from the wind to collect himself before he went to gather materials to nest for a while. Not ideal, but he had grown tired of wandering. Maybe he would run into a new friend out here.
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A cat came running across the road and into the grassy area, each long gallop heaving them further from the hisses and yowls behind. Had it not been for that close call with the car the tom would have been caught and shredded, so diving in front of it was a risk he was willing to take. Whatever trouble the car could do was nothing compared to what his attackers had in mind.
Long gallops turned to quick trots, and then even pads, before Morgan finally came to a heaving halt in the lush grass. He looked over his shoulder, across the road, seeing the group of cats lash their tails and throw a few threats before slinking back to where they had come from.
'Well, that was fun while it lasted.' The tom thought to himself, moving his eyes down to the scratches on his hind. He frowned at the the thought of the scars interrupting the pattern of his stripes.
'I need to find somewhere to get this cleaned up so it'll heal.' Morgan hoped, trudging loudly through the grasses. He knew he couldn't go back from where he came, and this place was safer than most, but he couldn't stay here long unless he planned to starve-
-The tom's nose wrinkled, interrupting his thoughts. Another cat?! And so close by! He had already given himself away with his recklessly loud footsteps!
Morgan mulled it over quickly before deciding to confront the cat first. Hopefully he could scare them off with intimidation and avoid a fight all together, though he knew if that didn't work he would have to put his weary legs back to running.
The tom slunk forward, his pelt blazing a bright orange in the sun as his head lowered down and moved around. His eyes, piercing slits, gradually coming across some strange looking grasses.
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Peril I didn't know whether to call it a road or a thunderpath, so i just went with loner talk. Hope you don't mind!)