ghost by the window [open]

[aspen.]

"Hi! I'm Axel." Axel announced to all the cats. "Not haunted...good to know. Haha..."
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[Terrestrial]

Genevieve looked at Casper "I never thought this place was haunted and my name is Genevieve" she mewed looking around the place. @vermin @shortstack @wren @Morningstar [god thats a lot]

[aspen.]

"It's not." said Axel. "I think."
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[wren]

Fig was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cats that happened to pop up so suddenly- enthused but slightly uncomfortable. The hushed tones of one of the newer toms set her off entirely. Maybe this wasn’t exactly the greatest idea. No. You came here for an adventure! It would be awful rude of you after coming into this white cats home to go scrambling off! mind set on a greeting she stepped aside as she along two others entered.

“My my there are a lot of us!” Fig cooed in her most friendly voice she could muster up. Two angoras! They were certainly a gorgeous pair.. how funny that they happened to be black and white! She gave a flick of her ear. “I’m so sorry to intrude...” she paused “Casper! That’s it.” Would’ve been embarrassing to have forgotten his name so quickly! “It’s quite a lovely home. And you-“ she turned staring down the black and white tom who seemed at unease “what’s your name...” she waited for an answer. “Oh don’t be shy I won’t bite!” She wouldn’t bother with the angoras... they seemed preoccupied with themselves and would get to introductions later. Then she approached Casper bumping heads with the tom as a greeting- a rather blunt greeting at that. Then spinning on her paws she set out for the second tom extending her neck forward to gently bump foreheads. It might’ve been a weird custom- however she didn’t much care for their discomfort. Instead she was interested in exploring the place.

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(( just a reminder to wait for verm before continuing !! Don’t want to be skipping people ))

[tye]

Axel, Fig, Ge-..genieveve? Geniv- nevermind, there's so many new faces here. "Welcome to my home. I'm happy to have friendly guests!" He waited quietly to see if the first rogue he'd met would introduce himself..thoughhh, it might be unlikely due to his bad impression. The skittish white tom was a bit taken back at Fig's odd greeting but didn't step away at all. Instead, he purred happily. She seems sweet. "Thank you, thank you. I'd love to hear more of this ghost thing later- and about yourself, you must have traveled far! And you all must be cold and hungry. Let's all get settled first, yes? Yes, heh." Casper tail tip twitched for them to follow him up the double row staircase, swiveling his head back to make sure every cat was following the pattern of his pawsteps. "Be careful, watch your paws." He lost count of how many stairs he'd fallen through. A long time ago a certain rogue carelessly stomped up the fragile steps and took an unfortunate fall that kind of paralyzed his right leg. Good thing for him, it was one of those rude rogues that wanted to steal. The bad? Well, there's a mess to clean. Long leaping passed broken, lifted wood maneuvering around onto the railing and onto the final step they made it to the second floor. "Let me give you a tour around the place. It's old and damaged but has it's perks! Let's see.." The hallway was narrow and straight like an old canal dressed in pressed birch wood with three dust caked up doors one side, the other another three set of doors expect two of them was halfy torn down. Wind swept through the shaky building making the wood creak and echo as if it's aware of the history within it's splintering walls. Casper humming probably didn't make it better enhancing the creepiness level. He stride over to the first room with it's torn door exposing a once pretty checker tile floor, a large bowl thing (he doesn't know what it is) and a smaller one that stood taller in porcelain white. "This is the water station. You can get your water from here- look!" Doing a little sway of his bottom before leaping up, he balanced carefully and extended his paw to push n pull on a strange handle. It took him a few seconds to fiddle with it eventually turning the strange contraption that screeched horridly until water jutted out from the pipe. "There we go! Anyone thirsty? It's cold and taste fresh."

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[duckie]

Rook
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Rook felt as overwhelmed as this.. Casper seemed to be. However, now that the fluffy white tom seemed to be calming down a bit he was much more pleasant. A little less eccentric and all over the place. He glanced around as each of the felines introduced themselves in turn. Casper, Fig, Axel and Gen- that one would just have to stay Gen.

"My name is Rook." he meowed gently, turning his attention solely to Casper. He would make acquaintance with each other felines in time but for now, Casper was his main point of interest. He appreciated the welcome and carefully followed up the stairs - making sure he was the first behind him. Parts of this house were... claustrophobic to the small black loner. His yellow eyes darted around - tracing the walls, the peeling paint and old decor. Fresh air would be nice. This twoleg device Casper showed them startled Rook and he couldn't help but jump slightly as it came to life.

"What... even is that?"

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[Terrestrial]

Genevieve followed Casper up the stairs very carefully. The loner stared at the tall bowl "oh I remember my old twolegs had these!" she recalled her yellow eyes sad what even happened to them? nevermind with a shake of her pelt she gracefully leaped up next to Casper. @vermin @shortstack @wren @Morningstar

[tye]

It's been moons since he has last seen Mastoff. Moons too many to count. He tried countering why should he care for such a cold vermin like him but it didn't lay his thoughts to rest. Starting from checking the back door and flushing out the garden every now and then turned into a ritual for him. Until...one day the white rogue stopped. Reality coiled around his heart saying that the old tom will never come back. He is gone forever.
Cruel.
The only word that replayed in his head every time he thought about him. Like puzzle connecting two pieces together finally broke off and it made him feel incomplete. Worthless. The list of words can go on and on.

Just like life, Casper grew older, larger, his thoughts mustered in fear, stubbornness, and anger. He didn't know why. Things started to annoy him.. like a plank falling down from ceilings, the breeze whispering through the walls. Even the simplest of things like new rain, warmth, light comes at a gentle pace on Spring's arrival.

Less and less visitors passed by and with nothing to do the rogue heavily slept upon a pile of junk. His snores echoed loudly, haunting the dilapidated house.