The Abandoned Small House (OPEN)

[Herbal-Rose-Tea]

There is a Abandoned Small House at the end of the woods, and a few select cats have claimed the house as their own..but they still have to survive the dangers of the wild!

[Wingnettle]

Wingnettle (she/her)

Wingnettle was hungry and tired, and as she reached a small twoleg building she instantly knew that she would find mice there. The place seemed long forgotten, with lots of cobwebs and a silence that was innatural for twolegs.
I should sleep here tonight, and look for some prey. I'm starving. I hope not to come near any more cats today!

[Aly~Hunter]

Amber watches the house closely.

(OPEN)

[*longfire*]

firescar roamed the streets he walked to a house and slept on the fence letting his leg and tail dangle

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[Wingnettle]

Wingnettle (she/her)

The house smelled dusty and everything was quiet. Then, little paws scurrying all across the floor.
This place is crowding with mice, I'm sure. I need to check it out now.
Wingnettle entered easily into the first room: the door was a big hole which let moonlight pass trough. It was mostly empty, but as soon as she reached the second room a huge multitude of tiny mice squeaked in alert, trying to find a way to escape trough wall holes or windows.
Wingnettle extended her unsheated paws and jumped as quickly as she could...

[Wingnettle]

Wingnettle (she/her)

The mass of tiny creatures exploded in front of her. She couldn't focus on any mouse in particular, so she kept clawing at every small movement around her, hoping that her claws would manage to hold on to something. Damn! I wasn't prepared for this!
Then, suddenly she picked up something with the corner of her eye: a fat mouse, bigger that the most, stuck in a hole of the wall. With a quick jump she bit into his flesh and pulled it away.
How lucky! And I thought I was going to starve tonight. She licked her mouth and sit down to eat the juicy prize.

[Wingnettle]

Wingnettle (she/her)

The next day, Wingnettle woke up almost at sunhigh and yawned sleepily. A good stretch and she sat, grooming herself slowly.
Then she padded away from the house, following the cheerful chirps of many birds. As soon as she eyed a pigeon pecking on the ground, she lowered herself to a crouch and walked slowly torward the bird. Not very fat, but its scent was enough to made her mouth water. One last step, and... a quick jump to grab him in her jaws! The bird went limp, and Wingnettle had her breakfast under a close bush.