Noodle mc noodly
MEMBER OF “The watch”
|With the sun beginning to set down into the sky Noodle had taken up his usual post, sitting up on a fence outside his house and walking along the fence line up and down the block. Normally he sat still and waited, until Dawn where he would return home, take a long nap, and then enjoy the day with his two-leg till he left for work, and then sleep most the day until his two legged friend came home. There was the occasional lost kitty-pet, even more lost stray, or hypocrite Clan cat during the winter months desperate for food. They fussed and fussed and fussed about cats coming into their boarders, but they were allowed to just do as they please? They must not be truly desperate either, if they didn't just swallow their pride and find a forever home, where they would be fed for free! He'd offered every time they'd come, he could find them nice homes, with nice families willing to love them, but none ever listened. None probably ever would, but he'd offer when he saw them never the less, and if they refused then, he'd badger them about how they had better not lay a claw on any of the two-leg's kids, or he'd send dogs after them. Of course he couldn't really speak to dogs, but he knew how fiercely some protected their owners, as much as Noodle himself did. |
There was no scent of wild or stray cats tonight though, no, only the strong scent of his most hated enemies... Raccoons. Most cats weren't big enough to fight the monster eating heathens, but Noodle was- Noodle had! And he would again! With his tail held high, growl in his throat, he began to track a few hours old scent, curious as to where the critter had gotten off to. There was a knocked over trash can as he walked, earning a long sigh from the spotted tom-cat. Trash... on his street! That would attract more raccoons for certain! And rats, dogs, stray cats, all sorts of horrible things! Once again, Noodle decided as he followed the scent further and further from home, it was up to him to put a stop to this raccoon.
It was a while of a walk, though Noodle had done things like this before. His first time to the clan territories was when a friend of his said they had caught a fish in the river, and it had been the best thing they'd ever eaten... How that friend avoided the clan around the river was likely luck, as that kitty-pet and most others were too noisy, friendly, and large to avoid being spotted and harmed by the ruthless forest dwellers. Noodle had attempted to go fishing as well, only to be stopped by scent markers and graced with a patrol that left him with a warning. They hadn't explained much to him, due to their anger with a 'kitty-pet' being near their land, but he did get a few answers out of them. His second trip he had waited outside the scent markers of 'DawnClan' in hopes they would answer more questions, and the patrol had approached- seeming a little less intense than the previous clan. He again only learned a little, but he knew the names of the clans and their locations now at least, as well as some of their rules. He could respect the fact they wanted to be ... wild. But there was no sense in fighting one another. If the clans worked, why not make one super clan? It wasn't his business though, not until the clan cats came barging into the neighborhood stirring up dogs and local cats and the like.
He was near MoorClan, likely, far far from home now, and oh so close to this raccoon- which was getting harder and harder to smell as he drew close to the boarder of the clan, absolutely no intentions of crossing it were on his mind, even if the raccoon had gone over- he'd just have to leave it to the clan cats. The scent of the markers seemed to attract the fowl creature rather than attract it, and Noodle hissed under his breath as it came into view, almost suddenly. It was just over the boarder, staring at Noodle now with it's fangs bared. "You won't be coming back to my town any time soon, you smelly fur sack!" Noodle screeched, pacing at the boarder in anger. The raccoon was a small one, he could take it easily! He wasn't afraid of clan cats either, no way, but he had morals to keep to! He couldn't just cross it, risk being chewed up by a bunch of needlessly angry wild cats- but now that it was on their land... Couldn't he leave it to them? Though... what if the raccoon went to their camp? There was no protection for the weaker clan cats like a house if they all slept outside like he'd been told... What to do? He hoped, again, that a patrol would swing by, or that they wouldn't, and that the pest would just run back put pf the territory.
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