Far From Home (Open)

Nov 24, 2019 13:57:32 GMT

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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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Nov 25, 2019 2:27:44 GMT
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While normally quite capable of sleeping the night through to rise in the early morning, Spiritstar found himself rather restless as the sun sank and the stars began to call to him from the sky. A soft sigh breezed from his maw as he peered up at them through the branches of his treetop nest, back nestled comfortably in a moss-decorated nook.

It seemed tonight would be one of wandering, then.

Having rolled onto his stomach once more, the leader rose with a stretch, before descending to the base of the tree, greeting the camp's nightguard with a purr and a flick of his tail before trotting off into the night-lit moorlands. It was always such a peaceful place, in his mind, and despite the chill of leaf-fall, it was still more pleasant than the coming leafbare it warned of. The lack of breeze and a much needed sprint did wonders to warm up his muscles, and soon enough he found himself following the old trail of a wandering loner that had been chased out that afternoon.

Sometimes he simply found himself curious where others were headed. After all, their aims were often different to his.

However, as he followed the scent now as it doubled back toward the border, no less stale than before, a fresh addition to the sounds of night drew his attention. Not the scream of a rabbit or call of a bird, but the yowled words of a cat. Smelly fur sack? The tom chuckled under his breath, more amused and curious than irked in his current easy mood. Well, that was a new one. Still, it would pay to be cautious, for it sounded like whatever was going on, a creature of some kind had been chased into his territory.

Tail twitching briefly, the tom craned his head briefly to peer around, spotting a flicker of movement, before pale eyes narrowed skeptically and he lowered himself to crouch among the grass. With silent, well-practiced steps, the tom moved in an efficient stalk, creeping up on the newcomers from downwind as though they were his prey. Upon the faint breeze now he caught to scents, an unknown feline, and that of a...raccoon? He was less familiar with these particular beasts than he was with other predators, though he knew well enough they were no less of a nuisance. It would pay to keep his guard up.

Fortunately, the creature was distracted.

A brief pause to view the scene set out before him, the tom realized this feline was slightly larger than most, though looking well fed and adorned with an item around his neck often seen upon kittypets. The raccoon was a small one, just across the scent line as it faced off against the pacing feline, who seemed perhaps unsettled by the border, but half ready to attack the brute. The creature growled and snarled at the cat, but seemed reluctant to dive in for the attack. Curious indeed. Had this kittypet chased it here?

Without uttering more than a low warning growl, Spiritstar sprung forward in an instant. While not a huge cat, the leader was an efficient fighter armed with confidence and the element of surprise, and he was quick to bury sharp fangs into the hind leg of the creature, his single snowy forepaw hooking around to rake claws along its left flank.

The beast screeched in pained alarm, and the raven tom gave it another sharp nip for good measure, before springing out of range of its teeth. The raccoon swiveled to face him, though with his hackles raised an a low warning growl uttered, followed up shortly by a threatening hiss, the creature glanced between the two cats and seemed to think better of deciding to fight. Instead, the beast fled, and Spiritstar gave in to chasing it a few paces off his territory with another hiss, before relaxing his stance and watching it go with a flickering tail-tip.

"And good riddance to you...hmm, what was it again?" Spiritstar hummed a moment in thought to himself, pretending to ponder, before chuckling as he mimicked the kittypet's choice of phrase. "Ah, yes, 'you smelly fur sack.'"

Notes | He just could not resist lmao
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Nov 27, 2019 3:27:33 GMT

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He growled, just about to go after the raccoon yet again, as if he would chase the thing to the ends of the earth- when a set of other paw steps caught his attention, as well as the raccoons, as it screeched. In a flash of movement a black cat, obviously a clan cat, was on top of it. The smelly masked beast didn’t stand a chance, despite the cat’s smaller size, Noodle knew to never underestimate what a wild cat was cape-able of. Years of passed on training and knowledge of wild survival lived through these cats. Many moons of resentment towards humans and kitty pets as well. So hearing this cat’s calm tone toward him was ... surprising. With furrowed brows, flat ears, and tail lashing, he faced this cat, claws still out sharp and at the ready. “I did not cross your boarder, nor did I mean to make that pest do so either. I was trying to kill it, but it was a bit fast for me.” He explained through grit teeth, obviously weary of this cat. He stood his ground though, attempting to make it clear he would still do so, even with the threat of the raccoon gone. Perhaps there wasn’t a reason to look so tough, but although he wouldn’t admit it... the clan cats struck fear into him. 


He knew first hand of their powers, having encountered a few rather nasty rouges, cats so horrible even the wild clans banished them. “I’m Noodle, what you would call a kitty pet. If you wouldn’t mind I’ll be taking my leave after a hunt and rest. Away from your boarder of course, I know how your rules work.” He spoke in a mocking tone, taking a few more paces back as his sharp eyes watched this cat’s following reactions like a hawk. “So there will be no need to attack me, or drive me off, yes? Whoever you are?” 

How far had he even come? The longer he stood the more tired he felt, not to mention the bites and scrapes from the initial fight he had with the damn raccoon. It had a good few bites and swipes on him, not like he would admit that to a wild cat. No, despite the pain and aches in his paws he remained firm. He was strong, he had to be! How else would he protect his family? His friends? The town! 

As if adding insult to injury, clouds that had been looming over silently for most the morning finally decided to let their fury fall forward to the earth, thunder sounded off after a quick bright flash much too close to the cats, and then came the starting sprinkle of rain. With a long dramatic sigh Noodle finally let his guard begin to fall just a smidge. “... by any chance, do you know of any abandoned buildings near by? Or any shelter? Even my two-leg said it would rain today... suppose I didn’t care about rain in the heat of the hunt.”

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Nov 27, 2019 7:54:05 GMT
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Despite the hostility in the younger cat's tone, Spiritstar turned away from watching the fleeing raccoon and took a few calm steps back toward him. His gaze flickered smoothly over his larger size and unsheathed claws, before he simply simply offered a light chuckle and rolled his shoulders. "I can see that. You sure are brave for a kittypet - Those things can be quite dangerous."

The words came out in a smooth acknowledgement, and he continued to eye to kittypet curiously as though he did not notice the tension in his muscles or the edge to his tone. Likely the housecat feared him, though at least he had more confidence in himself it seemed than to turn tail and run away.

In truth, it was fascinating really.

Despite his casual tone and calm approach to the outsider, Spiritstar found himself even still bestowing a warning in his own roundabout way, or at least a dose of common sense so that he might judge the stranger's character. "Of course, you are perfectly free to leave - no attacking needed," he soothed, flicking an ear casually, before continuing on in a tone just as calm despite the way his eyes zeroed in their focus on the kittypet. "After all, you did not mean to endanger the helpless kits and elders in our camp, correct? For surely you did not know our border lay here as you chased that raccoon."

Spiritstar had skimmed over the question of his identity, though he was not surprised in the way the newcomer lingered, especially as thunder rattled overhead and lightning flashed bright enough to make the raven leader blink. The rain, however, did not seem to phase him in the slightest, his ears merely angling slightly to keep any water out of them. At least here in the White Forest, the canopy above did block out the rain to some degree, even if only barely considering how spaced the trees were compared to the other clans and their forests.

"The edge of the twoleg-place is not far from here," Spiritstar mused, peering through the silvered aspen and sycamore trunks toward where he knew the strange place lay. Then the tom shrugged, nodding back toward his territory. "Other than that, our only shelter is our camp, or this here forest if we cared to shelter so close to twolegs."

He did not bother to question how the tom communicated with his twoleg. He had no desire to try it.

Flicking his tail, the tom padded to the base of a tree and sat down on the dryer ground. As expected, he no longer felt the light rain upon his fur, but he did little more than flick some droplets off his torn ear. "I am Spiritstar," he added, as an after thought. It was only polite after all, and if politeness would lead to his curiosity being sated then he was perfectly fine with that.

After all, it was not often one found feisty kittypets chasing raccoons.

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