Rex's Travels [Ask Before Enter]

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Noire

Darling fluttered her eyelids constantly on the verge of sleeping or staying awake. It had been a long day. A long agonizing day. Like it was everyday for her. Today was different, however. She met kit. New company. Something that should bring her social situation to peace. Something warmed had pressed into her, and the she-cat brought her head up to see what--who it was. Her guard slightly lessened as she realized it was only Rex. Unconsciously, she curled her tail around the kit. If it was one thing Darling knew, it was that kits loved to cuddle. Though she wasn’t his mother by biological sense, she was still there for him. He was only a kit. This sudden thought kept reminding her of all the things that she would need to learn.

Hunting was one of them. Fighting was one of them. Navigation was one of them. Hunting was a skill she sucked at, being born into a kitty nest and loved by two-legs and treated as if she were their most prized possession. Fighting was another. She had to learn it for protection. She doubt that the kit would be able to fend for them at such a small age--though he was brave enough to think he can! Navigation was not something entirely she cared about. As long as Rex knew the way, she would be satisfied. But, what if she wasn’t around Rex? What if she got..lost? On second thought, learning where her surroundings are might be the best skill to know as well.

Darling let out a yawn, and she was ready to sleep until she heard the little rascal’s voice. The she-cat peered at him attentively, sighing loudly. ‘’Why can’t you just go to sleep, Rascal?’’ She mumbled, but settled herself down. She pulled her head up, keeping her fluffy tail wrapped around the kit. ‘’Let me think…’’ She sighed, deeply. Sleep was taking over her, and another yawn escaped her maw. ‘’Let me think...aha!’’ She smiled knowing exactly what type of story to tell the kit. Though he was probably used to clan stories--whatever those were.

Darling never were told stories before. She never been around her mother long before she was taken by her two-legs. Stories weren’t really her forte, nor was creativity. She lacked in that department, but she tried her best. As long as it got Rex to sleep, then everything was fine. ‘’There once...was this land. Where this large world you see now--was all one. Nothing was separated. Everything was together, and perhaps lived in peace. There cats...like us...more in different sizes and proportion, but they were there. They lived happily on this large mass of land known at the time as...Pangaea. But, there was always problems. Many of these happy cats were getting killed off constantly by the disheveled two-legs who wanted to lavish in their furs or eat their meat. Pretty savages, if you ask me.’’ Darling paused, taking a look down at the kit. Then, slowly she continued, ‘’Along with getting killed off, there were two feuding groups of cats who hated one another. It was simply because of the color of their fur. One was pure brown, a dusty type of brown while the other was pure white. Something like snow. And, one fateful day, one brown one and a white one met and…’’She paused once more, thinking of how to continue. She did not know where she was going with this story, only making it up as fast as she could before she found herself drowsing off. ‘’...fell in love. But as you can tell, they could not be together. After all, fur coloring mattered in that time. The brown one ran off to be with the white one, and they almost got away...but they didn’t. In fact as they were sent back to their original groups...the white one was killed. The white one committed a great crime, and was mauled by their group for not only falling in love with a brown cat, but also running off with them.’’ Was this story too dark for Rex? Darling had hoped not. After all, usually kits wanted to hear something...happy. And, the story she was telling, didn’t take an happy course, but she continued on anyway with a shallow gulp. ‘’After learning of the death of their lover, the brown one was furious. It was said that they were soooooooooooo furious that the earth matched their anger. A great earthquake happened, making the lands split apart and creating different types of oceans and lands. The group of cats no longer knew where they were, and Pangaea..was gone. It was unknown of what happened to the brown one--whether they lived happily forever or not. But, the end!’’ She finished, giving him a wide grin, showing off her small fangs. Though the story was rushed..and skippy in a way, she was certainly proud of herself for even using creativity to come up with such. ‘’Now, go to bed, Rascal.’’ She dreaded of what will happen once they awoke. Would he be hungry? Would there be trouble? Oh, she wasn’t ready for any of this, but her curiosity got the best of her.

Rex smiled as she began, and layed his head down, closing his eyes and he listened closely. He followed along, his mind becoming more and more eased as she continued to talk, telling the story. As she kept on he gave a small yawn, and before she could get to the death of the cat, he was fast asleep, curling his head into her tail, and he layed with a smile on his maw. His breathing slowed, his purr faded, and his smile faded as he fell into restful sleep. He couldn't wait until tomorrow!

{okay, we can time skip to her waking up and realizing he's gone, and that could be him getting attacked and he runs back here? it won't be too hard to do that knowing woly's rp style lol also sorry it's short heh ^^"}

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by mony

Rex smiled as she began, and layed his head down, closing his eyes and he listened closely. He followed along, his mind becoming more and more eased as she continued to talk, telling the story. As she kept on he gave a small yawn, and before she could get to the death of the cat, he was fast asleep, curling his head into her tail, and he layed with a smile on his maw. His breathing slowed, his purr faded, and his smile faded as he fell into restful sleep. He couldn't wait until tomorrow!

{okay, we can time skip to her waking up and realizing he's gone, and that could be him getting attacked and he runs back here? it won't be too hard to do that knowing woly's rp style lol also sorry it's short heh ^^"}

{Time skip}

Darling was dreaming a peaceful dream. She was happy the kit was sleep, her worries washed at bay for him. The hollow was comfortable, and her tail was wrapped around him in a motherly manner--a talent she didn’t think she ever had. Though...it was cold. The spot, the warmth that used to be there, no longer existed. This is what woke the she-cat up. Her head swiveled around the den, looking for Rex. ‘’Rascal!’’ She called, affectionately, hoping he was somewhere around there. But, he wasn’t. And, she got worried.

Darling got up from her spot, fluffing out her fur. She looked around anxiously to find the small kit. Her heart was thumping. What could had happened to him this quick? Did he decide that he was going back to his home? To be with his parents? That he realized his mistake? Did something happen to him? The first option was what she wanted to go with. She didn’t want to think he wandered off...he was just a kit. He wouldn’t be able to survive in the wild even if he could. She was older than him. She knew a few ways, but truly not all of them. Death was her fear daily, and she awaited the moment for it to seep into her life and take it unknowingly.

Yet, this was the last thing on her mind. A kit was missing, and she had no idea where he was. Perhaps, he tried to practice his hunting, to see if he could impress her, or to look around and explore. Those sounded like good ideas to where he might be. Though his scent was faint in her nose, and she allowed a panic to arise in her. She had to find him…

She didn’t know her way around. If she started to look around, she knew she would be lost. The she-cat gave a loud, obnoxious sigh, feeling a deep pang in her heart. Here she was, alone again. At last.

{Oh, yeah that’s totally fine! Poor Rascal tho> ;c)

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Noire

{Time skip}

Darling was dreaming a peaceful dream. She was happy the kit was sleep, her worries washed at bay for him. The hollow was comfortable, and her tail was wrapped around him in a motherly manner--a talent she didn’t think she ever had. Though...it was cold. The spot, the warmth that used to be there, no longer existed. This is what woke the she-cat up. Her head swiveled around the den, looking for Rex. ‘’Rascal!’’ She called, affectionately, hoping he was somewhere around there. But, he wasn’t. And, she got worried.

Darling got up from her spot, fluffing out her fur. She looked around anxiously to find the small kit. Her heart was thumping. What could had happened to him this quick? Did he decide that he was going back to his home? To be with his parents? That he realized his mistake? Did something happen to him? The first option was what she wanted to go with. She didn’t want to think he wandered off...he was just a kit. He wouldn’t be able to survive in the wild even if he could. She was older than him. She knew a few ways, but truly not all of them. Death was her fear daily, and she awaited the moment for it to seep into her life and take it unknowingly.

Yet, this was the last thing on her mind. A kit was missing, and she had no idea where he was. Perhaps, he tried to practice his hunting, to see if he could impress her, or to look around and explore. Those sounded like good ideas to where he might be. Though his scent was faint in her nose, and she allowed a panic to arise in her. She had to find him…

She didn’t know her way around. If she started to look around, she knew she would be lost. The she-cat gave a loud, obnoxious sigh, feeling a deep pang in her heart. Here she was, alone again. At last.

{Oh, yeah that’s totally fine! Poor Rascal tho> ;c)

{i know, and so young, but it has to happen ;0;}
The kit was panting, heart thumping, muscles aching, his body straining as he seemed to be stuck in a never ending run, his mind frozen. Blood seeped from his shoulder wound, but not badly, and his ears were torn up an face was scratched. He looked like he just got dun with a fight, and he had. Two, large, terrifying toms attacked him.

Tears fell from his eyes as he ran, whimpers escaped his maw, and finally he saw the stream, and right outside he saw the hollow and Darling, looking as if she was calling for him. More tears fell through his eyes, and his whimpers grew. "Darling! Darling!" he called, fear and pain pressed his shakey voice as he neared her. Finally the kit had reached her and he had began to ramble.

"I went hunting and these two cats came and attacked me and clawed at me and all I wanted to do was bring back a mouse but they just came out of no where and... I tried to get home... but they showed up.... and they were so fast..." he cried, his voice more and more cut off as he explained. tears flooded his eyes, streaming down his cheeks. The young, small Sokoke had truly feared for his life, and he buried his face into her fur, sobbing in fear and pain.

He regretted leaving her side, going hunting, trying to do something like that. It was foolish, reckless, and he nearly died. He sobbed more and more in her fur, staying close. He shook with fear, his heat thumped, his muscles hurt from the constant strain of running he put himself through. what if he died? Darling would be left alone again, his siblings would lose a brother, his parents a son, and they would mourn for him, and Darling would mourn for him. The world would mourn for him, for he was just a young life, but some of these things he did not know, however he was too scared to think, too much in pain to worry about what might of happened. He just wanted to be comforted, now.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by mony

{i know, and so young, but it has to happen ;0;}
The kit was panting, heart thumping, muscles aching, his body straining as he seemed to be stuck in a never ending run, his mind frozen. Blood seeped from his shoulder wound, but not badly, and his ears were torn up an face was scratched. He looked like he just got dun with a fight, and he had. Two, large, terrifying toms attacked him.

Tears fell from his eyes as he ran, whimpers escaped his maw, and finally he saw the stream, and right outside he saw the hollow and Darling, looking as if she was calling for him. More tears fell through his eyes, and his whimpers grew. "Darling! Darling!" he called, fear and pain pressed his shakey voice as he neared her. Finally the kit had reached her and he had began to ramble.

"I went hunting and these two cats came and attacked me and clawed at me and all I wanted to do was bring back a mouse but they just came out of no where and... I tried to get home... but they showed up.... and they were so fast..." he cried, his voice more and more cut off as he explained. tears flooded his eyes, streaming down his cheeks. The young, small Sokoke had truly feared for his life, and he buried his face into her fur, sobbing in fear and pain.

He regretted leaving her side, going hunting, trying to do something like that. It was foolish, reckless, and he nearly died. He sobbed more and more in her fur, staying close. He shook with fear, his heat thumped, his muscles hurt from the constant strain of running he put himself through. what if he died? Darling would be left alone again, his siblings would lose a brother, his parents a son, and they would mourn for him, and Darling would mourn for him. The world would mourn for him, for he was just a young life, but some of these things he did not know, however he was too scared to think, too much in pain to worry about what might of happened. He just wanted to be comforted, now.

The more she sat there waiting, the more the she-cat grew impatient. She was about ready to search for the young kit, hoping to locate some type of scent and follow it. But she never been that type of cat. She only known dogs to do that truly. To use their snouts, put it on the ground and see if they could go to the scent. The thought disgusted her. Why ever would she want to put her nose to the ground where there was so much bacteria and other disgusting vermits? Nope, nope, but she had to find him. What if he was hurt? No, he was fine. She kept reassuring herself that he would be alright.

‘’But, if he doesn't come soon, I’ll just--’’ And, like that she heard the little rascal’s voice and bounded up to him. The sight of him repulsed her...if she were being honest. She stood there speechless, not know what to say or react, but he was crying. He was telling her everything, and in that moment, Darling only pulled him closer, scared to touch him because she feared she would hurt him. His face was scarred---terribly. His shoulder was bleeding, his ear...was torn. Darling did not know how to react to this, so she stayed quiet. She let out little ‘’Hush…’’ to calm the kit down. She allowed him to bury himself into her thick pelt, but she felt light headed at the sight of blood.

‘’Oh, Rascal.’’ Her first words that she said since she saw him from his accident. She bent her head down to look at him, a pang in her heart. ‘’This is why you’re not suppose to leave. You’re a kit! You can’t just expect to act like you’re exempt from the world’s dangers. Because you are not.’’ She tells him, sincerely. She always, at one point, thought that danger didn’t follow her around. She knew karma was real. She thought karma was her friend, but it turned out that she wasn’t exempt either. She was bait to this world like she was a predator to most small critters. She needed Rex to take that into understanding as well. ‘’I thought you left. I thought you went back to your clan...you know you should. The wildlife is no place for a kit as you.’’ Partially, the she-cat felt like it was her fault. After all, she built up his confidence: calling him brave, and explorer, feeding it to him, and allowing him to get full from it. He was nothing of the sort. Not yet, at least. He was simply a kit.

As Daring examined him further, she didn’t know how to take care of his wounds. She could only imagine how much pain they must had been in. She narrowed her eyes, ‘’Maybe I should go after these cats, and teach them a lesson, eh?’’ Though she might not win. Everything was always easier said than done, anyway, but she was furious. How could anyone ever attack a kit? What was wrong with this forest. ‘’Oh, about we just clean you up a bit, and allow you to rest?’’ She suggests, hoping to lead him to the river to clean his wounds, and get him to sleep inside the hollow. If she had enough time, she would be able to practice her hunting and bring him back something to eat.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by Noire

The more she sat there waiting, the more the she-cat grew impatient. She was about ready to search for the young kit, hoping to locate some type of scent and follow it. But she never been that type of cat. She only known dogs to do that truly. To use their snouts, put it on the ground and see if they could go to the scent. The thought disgusted her. Why ever would she want to put her nose to the ground where there was so much bacteria and other disgusting vermits? Nope, nope, but she had to find him. What if he was hurt? No, he was fine. She kept reassuring herself that he would be alright.

‘’But, if he doesn't come soon, I’ll just--’’ And, like that she heard the little rascal’s voice and bounded up to him. The sight of him repulsed her...if she were being honest. She stood there speechless, not know what to say or react, but he was crying. He was telling her everything, and in that moment, Darling only pulled him closer, scared to touch him because she feared she would hurt him. His face was scarred---terribly. His shoulder was bleeding, his ear...was torn. Darling did not know how to react to this, so she stayed quiet. She let out little ‘’Hush…’’ to calm the kit down. She allowed him to bury himself into her thick pelt, but she felt light headed at the sight of blood.

‘’Oh, Rascal.’’ Her first words that she said since she saw him from his accident. She bent her head down to look at him, a pang in her heart. ‘’This is why you’re not suppose to leave. You’re a kit! You can’t just expect to act like you’re exempt from the world’s dangers. Because you are not.’’ She tells him, sincerely. She always, at one point, thought that danger didn’t follow her around. She knew karma was real. She thought karma was her friend, but it turned out that she wasn’t exempt either. She was bait to this world like she was a predator to most small critters. She needed Rex to take that into understanding as well. ‘’I thought you left. I thought you went back to your clan...you know you should. The wildlife is no place for a kit as you.’’ Partially, the she-cat felt like it was her fault. After all, she built up his confidence: calling him brave, and explorer, feeding it to him, and allowing him to get full from it. He was nothing of the sort. Not yet, at least. He was simply a kit.

As Daring examined him further, she didn’t know how to take care of his wounds. She could only imagine how much pain they must had been in. She narrowed her eyes, ‘’Maybe I should go after these cats, and teach them a lesson, eh?’’ Though she might not win. Everything was always easier said than done, anyway, but she was furious. How could anyone ever attack a kit? What was wrong with this forest. ‘’Oh, about we just clean you up a bit, and allow you to rest?’’ She suggests, hoping to lead him to the river to clean his wounds, and get him to sleep inside the hollow. If she had enough time, she would be able to practice her hunting and bring him back something to eat.

Rex pressed against her, whimpers still arising from him. The pain surging through his shoulder, his ears, and his muzzle was almost too much for him, but being him he managed to handle it. The caring way she said his name, how she tried to comfort him.

Then, when she said he should return to his clan, he thought a moment, actually considering it. But he couldn't, not yet. He was brave, strong, look at what he survived! Sure, he was a kit, but he was no ordinary kit. And although she worried about him, he worried about her. He was old enough to know she needed him, and if he did return back to his clan she would probably starve, get lost, or get killed, and he didn't want that to happen to her.

He didn't speak as she spoke again. He just nodded. He needed his wounds cleaned and dressed, and he needed to rest, and he was tired. He nodded slowly, and limped into the hollow. He went to a small, slightly dug out spot that he did early that morning, and layed in it, wincing as he let his body slowly fall to the ground. Pain surged through his sore muscles, the gash on his shoulder still bled, his muzzle sticky with the drying blood, his ear was like his muzzle. He looked towards the entrance, and waited for Darling.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by bad company

Rex pressed against her, whimpers still arising from him. The pain surging through his shoulder, his ears, and his muzzle was almost too much for him, but being him he managed to handle it. The caring way she said his name, how she tried to comfort him.

Then, when she said he should return to his clan, he thought a moment, actually considering it. But he couldn't, not yet. He was brave, strong, look at what he survived! Sure, he was a kit, but he was no ordinary kit. And although she worried about him, he worried about her. He was old enough to know she needed him, and if he did return back to his clan she would probably starve, get lost, or get killed, and he didn't want that to happen to her.

He didn't speak as she spoke again. He just nodded. He needed his wounds cleaned and dressed, and he needed to rest, and he was tired. He nodded slowly, and limped into the hollow. He went to a small, slightly dug out spot that he did early that morning, and layed in it, wincing as he let his body slowly fall to the ground. Pain surged through his sore muscles, the gash on his shoulder still bled, his muzzle sticky with the drying blood, his ear was like his muzzle. He looked towards the entrance, and waited for Darling.

Darling watched as the kit made it into the hallow. She was mad. She was beyond mad--furious. Perhaps a word far greater than that. Who did these cats think they were? Attacking a kit? What was their problem? Darling never met any cat that would dare harm a harmless kit. The she-cat had to remind herself of where she was. She was in the forest, where the clans laid. Of course, she didn’t know how they worked, for she was a cat displayed for her epic breeding and won her two-legs plenty of money. Now, she was experiencing the real world for what it was.

She hated it.

Nearby, she found a small log and snatched it off from the tree bark with her fangs. As she allowed Rex to settle within the hallow, she took the small light weigh log up to the river, and dipped it into the stream. Gently, she carried it out, and careful to not spill any water, she padded into the hollow, and sat the log, filled with water down. She stared at Rex, an unreadable expression on her muzzle.

The she-cat dipped a paw into the water, and set it on one of the wounds of the kit. She was no healer, and the only thing she could do was clean his wounds with water. She didn’t know much about the medicine industry, and frankly, she didn’t want to. Afterwards, she begin to gently use her tongue to groom areas of his body to help soothe his wounds. She rasped her tongue around him as if he were her own kit, and as she finished cleaning him, she got up to take the back outside to refill it with water.

‘’Drink.’’ She prompts him as she laid the log down again, and turned to leave back out. Now, that he was clean. He needed something to eat. Never the she-cat thought she would have much responsibility with one kit! He was a pawful...perhaps, now her pawful, and she had to care for him whether he was her kit or not.

Now, where am I going to get food?