getting to know the locals [ open! ]

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Blossomtrail was oh so bored. It had been weeks since her self-prescribed laziness and that meant she was stuck as a ThunderClan cat rather than what she typically enjoyed being. But today, she'd have herself an adventure.

Hoping nobody from home would have caught on, the older warrior left the confines of the forested territory and found a favorite spot of hers to frequent during these escapades: A patch of wild garlic. It wasn't ideal, not flowery and sweet. But hey. It wasn't dung.

After thoroughly becoming a walking talking garlic bulb of a cat by rolling in the stalks to clean away her scent, Blossomtrail was off again. Freedom to her meant a great deal. So did loyalty, family, and the bond cats formed that surpassed blood kinship. But without the freedom to draw her breath wherever she be, Blossomtrail was only half alive.

Wandering through the outskirts beyond ThunderClan, the white and creamy orange calico had little on the agenda. In fact, the cat had a particularly open atmosphere about her. Hopefully that'd serve to draw in attention from the locals here. A conversation would be fun. Or, if she happened to meet a particularly rowdy cat or two, a fight.

[ OPEN ]

[Tuftdrawsanddoodles]

Splash padded along and spotted a orange dappled cat, “Oh, hello!” He meowed and padded towards the cat

[Raven~]

Originally Posted by implimm

Blossomtrail was oh so bored. It had been weeks since her self-prescribed laziness and that meant she was stuck as a ThunderClan cat rather than what she typically enjoyed being. But today, she'd have herself an adventure.

Hoping nobody from home would have caught on, the older warrior left the confines of the forested territory and found a favorite spot of hers to frequent during these escapades: A patch of wild garlic. It wasn't ideal, not flowery and sweet. But hey. It wasn't dung.

After thoroughly becoming a walking talking garlic bulb of a cat by rolling in the stalks to clean away her scent, Blossomtrail was off again. Freedom to her meant a great deal. So did loyalty, family, and the bond cats formed that surpassed blood kinship. But without the freedom to draw her breath wherever she be, Blossomtrail was only half alive.

Wandering through the outskirts beyond ThunderClan, the white and creamy orange calico had little on the agenda. In fact, the cat had a particularly open atmosphere about her. Hopefully that'd serve to draw in attention from the locals here. A conversation would be fun. Or, if she happened to meet a particularly rowdy cat or two, a fight.

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Larkstorm had seen Blossomtrail leave ThunderClan territory while she had been hunting near the border. She had just caught a thrush and had been burying it near a tree root when she had caught on to Blossomtrail's scent. Interested, Larkstorm had followed her, and had only gotten more interested when the warrior left the territory.

She stayed out of sight, never actually seeing Blossomtrail. She sticked to the she-cat's scent trail. She supposed she would have to confront Blossomtrail sooner of later, but she didn't want to cause the warrior alarm. Once Larkstorm knew Blossomtrail wasn't doing something horrible - which Larkstorm was sure wasn't the case - then go up to her.

Larkstorm was walking for a while, then she lost the trail in some garlic. Mouse-dung. But she wouldn't give up. She walked around and around, until finally, finally, she found it. With renewed energy, she ran, trying to find Blossomtrail. Larkstorm ran, trying to find her Clanmate. She was running so fast, she was completely unprepared for Blossomtrail to round the oak tree. They knocked into each other, and Larkstorm was propelled backward.

[Nixey]

Patch peered softly from the spot he was sitting at. He had noticed a scent, something new but it also had many other scents clinging to it, Patch had been certain it was more than one cat. Hoping down he made his way towards the sound and noticed three cats, knowing not a single one of them. His gaze raked across the first one, the one who had spoken towards a creamy orange cat, who was the target of his next glare. That’s when he focused on the last cat there, groaning as he saw what had happened.

Padding over, he looked at the three with what could be considered a raised eyebrow, his grey and brown patchy pelt looking sleek and he himself looking well-fed. Patch hadn’t expected to see other cats today, usually sticking to himself, but glancing between the three here. “Are you two alright?” glancing between Blossomtrail and Larkstorm he spoke, his voice sounding a bit rougher.

He gave a light nod towards Splash to say a sort of hello before returning to the two shecats. The tom may be more self-centered, but his curiosity got the better of him this time.

@FrostCat
@I draw war cats
@implimm

[Tuftdrawsanddoodles]

Originally Posted by Swiftstripe

Patch peered softly from the spot he was sitting at. He had noticed a scent, something new but it also had many other scents clinging to it, Patch had been certain it was more than one cat. Hoping down he made his way towards the sound and noticed three cats, knowing not a single one of them. His gaze raked across the first one, the one who had spoken towards a creamy orange cat, who was the target of his next glare. That’s when he focused on the last cat there, groaning as he saw what had happened.

Padding over, he looked at the three with what could be considered a raised eyebrow, his grey and brown patchy pelt looking sleek and he himself looking well-fed. Patch hadn’t expected to see other cats today, usually sticking to himself, but glancing between the three here. “Are you two alright?” glancing between Blossomtrail and Larkstorm he spoke, his voice sounding a bit rougher.

He gave a light nod towards Splash to say a sort of hello before returning to the two shecats. The tom may be more self-centered, but his curiosity got the better of him this time.

@implimm;
@FrostCat
@I draw war cats

Splash smiled at the cat in return of the nod

[Raven~]

Larkstorm smiled faintly at the two rouges. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you." She decided these rouges were harmless. For now, at least. She had no quarrel with them. If they were on ThunderClan territory, however, it would be a different story.

The she-cat turned to Blossomtrail. "You good?" Larkstorm asked her Clanmate. "So sorry for running into you."
@implimm
@I draw war cats
@Swiftstripe