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Post by Tiger on Jun 29, 2008 18:23:06 GMT -5
Henry sat atop a fence post at the barn. His paws were all tucked together and his tail dangled off the back of the fence. He perked his ears forward, raised his head, and sniffed the air. The loner wasn't really looking for anything in particular; there was plenty of prey to be found in the hayloft and he wasn't actively looking for someone to talk to. However, some company would be nice. He sighed heavily and lowered his head to look at the ground. Nope, nothing interesting there.
Instead of others, Henry focused his attention to himself. Carefully, he balanced on his hind legs and lifted a front paw to groom. He licked his paw placidly and switched to the other one after a moment. The tom then replaced his feet on the post and gave his ear a flick. He had heard footsteps. Perhaps it was a cat or perhaps it was just a mouse. Nonetheless, he would have to protect the barn that was (at least, in Henry's opinion) rightfully his.
"Anybawdy dere?" He leaned his neck forward and sniffed the air. However, Henry was upwind from whatever had made the sound. So the thing would be able to smell him but he couldn't scent it. "Hey! I'm talkin' to ya." He stepped down from the post, dropped his weight to his paws, and unsheathed his claws, primed for a fight.
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 29, 2008 20:03:07 GMT -5
Hazel padded towards the cat that had just spoke. She was carrying a rabbit in her jaws. I always come around here and I've never seen this cat before. Plus, why does he talk in a strange way? She set the rabbit down at her paws. "Yes, I am here. My name's Hazel and I am a loner. Who are you?" She meowed. She saw his claws unsheathed. "I'm not lookin' for a fight either, just prey. No blood needs to be spilled. Not today, and not really ever. If it does, I'm ready." She unsheated her claws, prepared to fight. If he does attack me, I'll be prepared.
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Post by Tiger on Jun 29, 2008 20:09:11 GMT -5
"Mmmm," Henry grunted. He quickly sheathed his claws. "I ain't lookin' fer a fight neither. Just hafta be watchin', ya know?" The loner gave a quick cough to clear his throat. "Well, nice ta meet ya. I haven' been 'round here long. Just forced here from da city--agains' my will, I add." He exhaled, sat down, and tucked his tail around his paws.
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 29, 2008 20:48:07 GMT -5
Hazel sheathed her claws and sat down. She wrapped her tail around her paws. "I understand. I was just plainly born in a badgers' den. So, what's your name?" She pushed the rabbit towards him. "Rabbit?" She meowed.
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Post by Tiger on Jun 29, 2008 21:11:10 GMT -5
Henry shook his head. "Nah. I'm fine. Lot a' mice in the bahn an' I just ate." He gave his shoulder a quick lick. "Oh, forgot ta tell ya that. 'M name's Henry." Henry dipped his head to Hazel as a gesture of respect. In fact, a mouse scampered through the grass at that very moment. He pounced on the rodent and quickly killed it. The loner dropped the kill at his feet and sat down again. "Couldn't resist maself," he meowed sheepishly.
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 29, 2008 21:47:55 GMT -5
Hazel pulled the rabbit back to her paws and took a bite out of it. "Nice to meet you Henry. So, do you like living in a barn? I'm not saying it's weird, its just that a barn is pretty big. Living in a badgers' den is weird, though you do have plenty of room. Not as much as a barn though." She meowed. She took another bite out of the rabbit and gulped it down. "When I first heard your voice it was somewhat obvious that you weren't from the forest. We don't speak like you do. I'm not saying that how you talk is funny or anything, it actually sounds pretty cool." She ripped a piece out of the rabbit again and gulped it down.
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Post by Tiger on Jun 29, 2008 22:35:41 GMT -5
"I like havin' sum room ta' roam in." Henry lowered his head and took a quick nibble out of the mouse before raising his head to look back at Hazel. "Lotsa mice dere too." When he heard her comment about his voice, he smiled. "Well, thanks. It's jus' how we talk where I'm from. Yours is real diff'rent too. At least, diff'rent from what I'm used ta."
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 29, 2008 23:17:32 GMT -5
Hazel nodded that she understood. "No problem." She meowed. "What do you do all day in the barn?" She took some more bites out of the rabbit and she was done. She got up and padded somewhat far away from Henry and dug a hole in the ground and put the remainings in it. She covered the hole back up with dirt. She padded back over to Henry and sat down. "Us forest cats, when we are done with our prey we bury the remainings. Do you do the same in the city?"
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Post by Tiger on Jun 30, 2008 11:56:43 GMT -5
"Mmm...in da bahn I mawstly sleep an' eat," Henry meowed in a slightly offhand way. He took another small bite of mouse and swallowed before continuing. "Not really. In da city, I hadta catch mice an' not much else. Not much of a routine change, ya know? It gets kinda borin' aftah a while...an' I ain't one to say no to a nice somethin' ta do." He shook his pelt off. "Think I mighta got bit by a horsefly earliah. It hurts a lot ta be bit by one a them."
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2008 18:18:43 GMT -5
Hazel, again nodded in understandment. Being bored, I know how that is. I've been living in a badgers' den all my life. "I've never been bitten by a horsefly before, but I bet it does hurt." She meowed.
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Post by Tiger on Jun 30, 2008 18:33:47 GMT -5
"It's kinda a guarantee if ya live in a barn wit da hawses," Henry meowed, turning around to glance over his shoulder. "It was somewhere on my flank. Tha' happened a while ago though. It must be healed by now." He took another bite of the mouse and chewed slowly before standing. "A moment please. I gotta bury this thin." He took a few steps to the left and hastily dug a small hole. Henry dropped the mouse bones in there before brushing dirt over it. He then returned to his spot by Hazel.
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Post by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2008 22:19:55 GMT -5
"It probably is healed by now." Hazel had meowed after Henry had sat down. "How was your life in the city? Before you were forced to come here against your own will, I mean. By the way, why were you forced to come here? Sorry that I'm so curious. I'm like that sometimes, or most of it." As she waited for an answer, she started to groom herself.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 1, 2008 10:42:38 GMT -5
"Oh, it was great!" Henry meowed enthusiastically. He loved to talk about himself. "I lived with a twoleg--but I ain't no pushova' cat like da ones 'round hea. The street cats would go out an' fight each othah, ya see? An' my ownah didn' like da sound. He pointed me out da door and I'd go try ta break dem up. Didn' work at first, ah course. But den I learned. I was a real good fighter--still am." He paused to take a breath. "An den one day my ownah says to me, well, I dunno what he says 'cause I don' speak twoleg. But I hadta leave. I was suddenly with dese new ones an' I didn' like dem one bit. Dey brought me out here to catch da mice in deir barn. 'Aven't seen my old once since."
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 1, 2008 21:58:04 GMT -5
Hazel stopped grooming herself. She, again, nodded in understandment. "Twolegs can be cruel. I'm not saying your old one was, your twoleg probably had to do what was best." She had meowed. She had got back to her grooming, waiting for a response.
Ooc: Sorry that it's short
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Post by Tiger on Jul 2, 2008 16:07:21 GMT -5
"Well, dere were less and less mice for me ta catch. I guess he couldn' find any othah way ta feed me." Henry shrugged. "I've heard from some of da othah kittypets 'bout this cutter or somethin' like dat. He nevah took me dere." He sighed contentedly, remembering his days of greatness. Or at least, as great as he could be.
ooc: It's ok. :3
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 2, 2008 16:47:42 GMT -5
Hazel stopped grooming herself. She glanced over at Henry. "So, you haven't been to the cutters? Well, that's good. A lot of cats, except kittypets of course, say that if you've already been to the cutters, you're only half a cat. Pretty much the only reason why they say that is because you can't have kits." She meowed. She stood up and stretched, then sat back down.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 2, 2008 16:50:29 GMT -5
Henry smirked. "Dey never told me dat part. Hah." He flexed his claws and stretched his shoulders. "Also, I heard 'bout somethin' else the cuttah does. Sounds almost as bad as dat. A lot a kittypets--at least, da ones in da city--go to da cuttah and have deir claws taken out. Wouldn' dat be awful?"
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 2, 2008 17:11:56 GMT -5
"Wow. I didn't hear about that. That definitely must hurt! I'm glad I'm not a kittypet. I don't want to risk that happening to me either." Hazel meowed. She unsheathed her claws. "How would they protect their selves?" She sheathed her claws. A life without claws?--She thought about it.--Actually, what life would there be? No cat would survive that long without them! Unless their a kittypet that stays inside all there life.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 2, 2008 17:26:47 GMT -5
"Dey can't," he simply meowed. "Dey 'ave ta depend on deir twolegs for everythin'. I've nevah had the food dat I 'ear most of 'em get. Only mice and an occasional...well, somethin' that ain't a mouse." Henry turned a paw so that the pad was facing him and looked lovingly at his claws.
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 2, 2008 18:37:32 GMT -5
"That sounds like a horrible life, and I bet it is too." Hazel meowed. Seriously, a life without claws and having to depend on your twoleg for everything!? How is that a life at all? How can it be? She unsheathed her claws again and gazed at them. I'm glad that I have my claws. What could I do without them?
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Post by Tiger on Jul 2, 2008 19:50:22 GMT -5
"I've met a kittypet or two like dat. Dey seem pretty happy." Henry gingerly licked his claws. "What I'd do widout dese, I don' know. And uh, bein' able to have kits is good too." He groomed his lower left foreleg before returning to his normal sitting position.
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 3, 2008 20:12:19 GMT -5
Hazel nodded in understandment. "Yet, how can any cat be happy without any claws? That is just plain weird." She meowed. What cat can be so happy without claws in their own life?! Seriously?
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Post by Tiger on Jul 4, 2008 9:40:03 GMT -5
"Just plain weird?" Henry repeated. "It's more dan dat. It's just unnatural! Cats were born ta hunt an' leap an' climb, ya know. At least, it's what my mother told me." He shook his head and drew a paw across his ear before looking back at Hazel. "Have ya evah had fleas?"
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 4, 2008 10:19:35 GMT -5
"Your mother was partially right. All cats except for kittypets, were born to do all those things." Hazel meowed. After Henry had asked the question, she had thought about it. "No, I've never had fleas before, at least not yet. Why do you ask?"
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Post by Tiger on Jul 4, 2008 10:42:50 GMT -5
"Well, my mother was a kittypet, but she still had her claws an' she could definitely have kits. 'Course, she belonged to my twoleg's sister." Henry shook his head once more. "I'm askin' ya 'bout da fleas 'cause I prob'ly have 'em. Right in da ear, ya see?"
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 4, 2008 21:20:30 GMT -5
"Oh. Hmmm..." Hazel hesitated, in thought. "I think you can get rid of the fleas with mouse bile. You can also use it for ticks if you have any." She meowed. "I know it sounds horrible and smelly, but it does work."
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Post by Tiger on Jul 4, 2008 22:26:35 GMT -5
Henry winced at the thought of using mouse bile on his ears but nodded. "Dat makes sense. I know I wouldn' like it on me. An' we have plentya mice 'round here. I'll try dat in a bit. Not right now, though."
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 5, 2008 10:42:20 GMT -5
"Okay." Hazel meowed. Makes sense, no one would want to look for mouse bile. Unless, of course they have ticks and or fleas, but it depends on how many. Then you have to go and find some moss.
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Post by Tiger on Jul 5, 2008 11:50:56 GMT -5
Henry rolled over on his back and kicked his hind legs in the air before standing up again. "Anythin' ya wanna do? I'm gettin' a bit bawred." He gave his chest fur a few licks before sitting down.
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Post by Cheshire on Jul 5, 2008 23:08:17 GMT -5
"I'm bored too, but I can't think of anything really exciting to do." Hazel meowed. "We could hunt, but we did just eat and I'm not hungry." There is like never anything to do around here.
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