I'm Just Dandy. (Carot)

[Clemintine]

Deep in loner territory a fat mouse scurried quickly across the landscape. It didn't stop but even at that a slow cat could catch it easily, continuing on ahead stopping only at the base of the tree trunk to turn around for a brief moment.

Now!


Suddenly a medium length furred, white she-cat darted forward aiming straight for the mouse, she looked like she was going to catch him too... if he had been the size of a cow. She missed terribly and slipped, sank, and fell into a nearby mole hole, her hind leg had slipped down into it and her forepaws slapped after the mouse. Slinging grass, and dirt everywhere she clumsily chased after it before it quickly darted into a different hole disappearing. Stopping a few lengths away, clearly out of the breath, the she-cat sat down panting trying to regain herself. Along with her white pelt her face was a yellow color, like a dandelion, she had deep blue eyes that only complimented her pelt, she made a great kittypet but a loner..no.

She gave her chest fur a few gentle licks before returning to her paws and walking away from the hole. It had only been a short amount of time since the incident with her two-legs, so much had happened and she was doing pretty good on her own until the past leaf-bare hit, now she hardly even caught a mouse. She found a dim patch of sunlight trying to break through the tree tops. Wrapping her long feathery tail around her paws she sat down looking a bit like she was pouting, well she was starving so.., and began to groom herself.


Carotius

[Carotius]

Vinci gave his long fur one last lick, ensuring not a single strand of fur was out of place in his otherwise smooth pelt. The seasons had quickly changed from the biting cold of leaf-bare to the sweet kisses of newleaf, before finally settling into the warm embraces of greenleaf. Similarly, prey had been drawn back out from their burrows as the days of snow faded into another memory, giving way to the growth of berries and leaves.

Not to mention, the satisfaction of a full belly.

It was time to hunt. The posh Twolegs had been away for quite a while, meaning the tom had had none of his usual breakfast to come upon until their return. Good thing he had some practice as a much younger tom, and his hunting skills kept him going on frugal meals for the following moons. Maybe I can try for a piece of forest prey. He started in the direction of the forest, but remembered moments later than the wildcats residing in them were more active at this time. ...Or I can simply settle for another mouse. Grumbling, the silver-grey tom headed deeper into Twolegplace, senses alert for scents and movement.

Of course, as luck would have it, the only movement he caught was of a clumsy one. How did he know? Simply with his ears which caught the faint sounds of crashing and scrabbling, following several terrified squeaks. Intrigued and also wanting to see who the failure of a hunter was, Vinci padded over to the source of the noise, which was near a piece of land where trees grew most in the land of the Twolegs.

"You, whatever your identity may be, are quite inept at hunting," his voice rang clear even before he showed himself into the dim light, jade eyes narrowed to get a better look at the other cat. "If prey could talk to you, it's likely they'd laugh."

[Clemintine]

Dandelion had a few leaves stuck in her fur, she was once a beautiful purebred cherished by her two-legs and now she was being forced to roll about in the dirt. She swiped a bit of the dirt away and looked up spotting the cat who had just spoken. Dandelion was a patient and gentle cat, she was innocent while being a bit dim, she was never rude. but now, she had, had enough, she was hungry, tired and dirty.

"Ah yes, and I'm sure if they could speak they would talk about how you're so annoying" not the best comeback but she had never told anyone off before. Her deep blue eyes narrowed slightly and she felt her tail start to lash back and forth. Exhaling sharply she hung her head feeling her little temper tantrum slip away. "I'm sorry. I'm just hungry." she looked away still feeling a bit annoyed.

[Carotius]

Rarely had he ever had she-cats snapping back at him with biting remarks. Okay, admittedly, the comeback wasn't as snappy, biting, or overall effective towards him as he phrased it to be, but it was still a shock. Vinci blinked wordlessly at the she-cat, the fur on his mane bristling briefly out of surprise as he registered the new pattern of events. Learn how to hunt like everyone else, then! He wanted to say that, but within the first heartbeat of meeting her, he knew that that wasn't the best approach at the moment. So instead, he padded closer to the other cat, fluffy tail held high in greeting.

"Annoying I may be, but I can provide food, at the very least," he twitched his whiskers in amusement, expecting another flaming reaction from the stranger before him; if she chose to blow up again, Vinci would be prepared to leave her with a gaping expression. "What's the pretty she-cat's name, hm? I can't keep talking to strangers if they choose to keep their name to themselves."

[Clemintine]

Dandelion eyes softened and her pupil seemed to grow wider as she looked like she was about to tear up and brake down and cry "I can hunt just fine.." her voice was soft and almost a whisper. She glanced away looking down at the ground, Her paws were dirty, her fur was dirty, her tail had a few leaves in them which she quickly wiped her paw over pulling a few of them out. She then glanced back up at the tom watching as he stepped closer and then called her pretty.

Something seemed to stab her and she felt a bit insecure, she didn't look pretty at all right now, and she was mean to him. Her ears laid back in defense, was he trying to play her? Dandelion felt her whiskers twitched feeling a bit nervous now, "..My name is Dandelion...." she stared at him for a moment before asking him, "What is your name?".

[Carotius]

The she-cat identified herself to be one Dandelion, very much the name of a flower Vinci himself had seen in many Twoleg gardens in his youth. He allowed himself to approach the downtrodden she-cat, whose pelt was mucky with dirt and grime, possibly from all the terrible hunts, running, and accommodation she'd had to handle lately. How long had she been wandering around the loner and rogues' territories anyway? She didn't look to be born as one. Oh. She might be a former kittypet, for all he know.

"My mother lovingly named me Vinci. I don't live with any of my family members anymore, so don't ask," his reply was brisk at the mention of his family, and he twisted himself around to the way he came. He hadn't seen any of his littermates since that evening at the silver boulders with Seuss - he couldn't bother at the moment. "If you're hungry, follow me. I know a good place to hunt."

[Clemintine]

Dandelion perked her ears up slightly at his words of food, she paused for a long moment debating on if she should follow him, her stomach answered her by making a nasty snarling noise. Getting to her paws she stepped towards the tom showing she was ready, but cautious, to follow. The last time she had followed a tom she ended up with a bunch of mewling kits and almost drowning. Her deep blue eyes flickered to the ground as she waited for him to lead the way. Her long feathery tail flicked slightly as she allowed her gaze to return to him.

[Carotius]

The silver-grey tom wordlessly turned around as Dandelion made a motion to follow him. It wasn't often he offered places to stay and food to give, mostly due to the recent plunge in food supply from the posh Twolegs that lived near where he made his den. He wasn't sure why it happened, but there was reason to assume said Twolegs had gone away to some faraway lands while Vinci was out on his day. Since he wasn't sure when they'd return, he had to ration out food. Somewhat.

Vinci flicked an ear back towards the she-cat as they made their way through the maze of paths that riddled Twolegplace. Kittypets leaving their strange upright companions wasn't a new thing, neither was it something too often heard of; those cats were pampered with food and water at the ready, a nice warm bed, and sometimes the bright and colourful playthings that gave a feeling of satisfaction frizzing through fur. So why did you leave? He turned his head back this time, watching Dandelion through narrowed eyes. Why leave if you had even the smallest logic that you wouldn't be able to survive out here?

"If the fair maiden wouldn't mind me asking, how did you get out here to begin with?" he let his eyes return to their normal sizes, a disarming smile coming onto his face. "Trust me, it's quite simple to tell if you've been born out here or in these stone dens."