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Originally Posted by Cloverspring

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.



( @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!)

Sascha | outsider
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Sascha had not heard the commotion at first, but a group of wailing cats was hard to miss. It seemed he would have to wait for whatever conflict there was to die down before he-

What was that. Were those... footsteps? The torbie's ears pinned to his head and he hunkered down, fur on end. What if the stranger was dangerous? What if he was in danger now?

There was a pause in the footsteps. Sascha froze as well. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Was he in danger? He might as well surrender now, he wasn't really the best at fighting. He slunk forward, peeking around the side of his makeshift shelter.

"Hello?" He called in an anxious voice, his nose and whiskers twitching as he slowly stood and slunk out, looking the ginger tom up and down. Was he going to be aggressive? Sascha's claws flexed into the earth for a moment, a nervous habit of his.

(You're all good! Sorry my reply doesn't really match yours all the way, I tried to write as much as I could)