Have I Met You Before? (Shade)

[Trickle]

-Picasso-

Picasso had done a rather stupid thing today, which was a bit unlike her.  Today she had wondered in to the area more popular to the rogue population.  Of course, there was no set borders unless it was a group dwelling, but it was what it was.  The red-pelted cat had been in pursuit of a bird with wonderfully colored feathers, a blue jay.  She had been following since the early morning, lost it a few times, and then found it again.  Now, she was crouched low in the branches of a tree, covered by the thick leaf that adorned said branch.  The Blue Jay was just in front of her, pecking away at something she could not see.  The lean she-cat knew this was a sticky situation and the likelihood of her actually catching the bird was slim especially because hunting wasn't her thing, but that didn't deter her.  She leaped over the branch, claws out and ready.  A high pitched, rather silly noise came from her as she did so and off the blue jay went.  

She landed with a disappointed huff, but it wasn't all in vain.  From her perch on the low branch she had landed on, she could see a blue feather resting on the ground.  That was all she needed, that feather.  Picasso hoped down, landing with a heavy thud, and picked up the feather.  Some may find it odd how she goes around and makes a big deal out of collecting objects like this, but it is just something she is addicted to doing.  Every feather that was added to her collection made her feel a bit happier.  Now, it was time to head home.  

The loner turned back in the direction to where she came, but froze in her place as she caught a whiff of something on the breeze.  Something vaguely familiar, but also not.  There was a cat here she knew, that was for sure.  Picasso lifted her head higher, feather in mouth, craning her head to catch a glimpse of the one and only Rembrandt. 

Tagged: Rembrandt (Ambrose)

[Ambrose]

Trickle Would you still like to do this?

[Trickle]

Ambrose I feel like it would be a good idea, just so they get to know each other before the group is founded

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[Ambrose]

Autumnal leaves crunched underfoot as Rembrandt stalked the woods, in pursuit of today's dinner. Lazy sunlight suffused the leafy forest floor, and one could be forgiven for thinking it was still greenleaf. It's going to be rough now, Rembrandt thought, scanning his surroundings. Greenleaf is well gone, and there's no Clan for me to coward into. The weather was almost talking to the forest, saying "enjoy this sunlight while you can". Oh, well, I'll survive, probably. There was little noise in the forest, besides the inconsistent chirping of birds, which Rembrandt had grown so used to. It's a pity we won't be hearing that so much in the leafbare. 

And then there was a thud on the ground, and a cat landed in front of him. A stunning rusty-brown she-cat turned around, and he recognized her as Picasso. "Pi-Picasso? Is that you?"

[Trickle]

"Remmie!" The lovely feather Picasso had previously been clinging to fell out of her mouth, resting at her paws as she let out an excited shout.  His own greeting was trumped by her own excited sing song voice.  She had only met him briefly one other time, but it was enough to give off some good vibes.  Plus, Picasso just found herself pleased to find someone she had met before a second time.  That didn't seem to happen too often.  The she-cat trotted excitedly towards the tom, closing the distance between them (which wasn't much already) quickly but also stopping at a respectful distance.  Her vibrant blue jay feather was left in the dust, for now.  "It is most certainly me." As of now, she had calmed down slightly, a pleasant smile weaseling its way on to her feline face.

Picasso allowed herself to examine the rogue, he seemed to be doing alright.  She noted to herself how well his brown fur with its light tints of orange blended in well with the vibrant yet subdued colors of the fallen and falling leaves.  Lovely, simply lovely.  The loner sat on her haunches and curled her plumy tail around her front paws, still grinning as she spoke, "How've you been?  It's been a while." The red colored cat found it easy to talk to him as a friend, which pleased her greatly.

[Ambrose]

His query was confirmed by a joyously shouted "Remmie!" from the rusty furred lass. Rembrandt's face lit up in a smile, warmed by the encounter of a friend.  His eyes couldn't help but follow the pretty blue feather that drifted from her mouth when she cried out. It was a natural instinct that couldn't be helped. Rembrandt was happy she'd shown such a happy reaction to meeting him; the life of a rogue was not met by many happy smiles.
His attention fading from the feather, he met her yellow eyes with warmth. "I haven't seen you in a while," his deep tones voiced as he swept his tail off of the forest floor, conjuring up dust and leaves. Rembrandt searched her face for emotion, and just as he did, a smile spread onto her face. Good, she doesn't hate me. Despite not having very many friends, it hurt him majorly to be hated by anyone. "How've you been? It's been a while." Picasso said, neatly wrapping her tail around her paws. "I've been good. The prey's starting to diminish though, and it's hard, isn't it?" he growled. Most everything he said was a growl; his voice was as deep as the ocean near SunsetClan's territory. 

Thinking of ideas to do together, the notion of hunting hit him. "Wanna go hunting? We can catch up."

[Trickle]

The she-cat licked her lips at the mention of prey.  For a moment, her thoughts went wistfully to the bird she had missed only a short while ago.  He was right about the prey getting harder to find.  Granted, when they were found they were quite plump.  "Mmm, yea, and it's only going to get harder from here." Piccassos voice was the sound of bird song against the crashing waves of Rembrandt's.  Even with the tone of slight concern, she was no match. "I nearly had a bird back there, but I just missed it."  It would have been a rare catch, seeing that all the birds were starting to leave the area as the cold days began to settle in. 

Her eyes lit up with joy as he suggested hunting.  The she-cat was not the best hunter by any means, but luckily her thick fur hid her thinning frame.  Perhaps having someone to hunt with her would be easier.  "That is an amazing idea, lets do it." The cat was immediately on her feet and ready to go!  Maybe the would even find a fat rabbit to share.  Plus, she wanted to catch up with the tom, certainly there had to be stuff to talk about.  Even if it was just something small like finding a new hunting spot or seeing a new type of bird.  

Without another moment of hesitation, she began to trot towards Remmie and then passed him. Playfully flicking her tail at his face as she passed by.  "We can walk and talk."

[Ambrose]

Picasso was very pretty, and Rembrandt knew it. Her coppery fur noticeably soft and silky, her muscular build, her long, graceful neck.. very pretty indeed. Rembrandt couldn't help but gaze upon her beautiful form. He snapped back to reality when she started to talk again, shattering his moment of admiration. "I-It's, uh, upsetting.." he stuttered, hoping that she didn't see him staring at her like a kit at a leader. His dignity was very important to him, after all. He was just panicking what to say when she started to talk again. "I nearly had a bird back there, but I just missed it." Rembrandt frowned. "Oh, gosh... did I disturb you?" he said, his voice smooth, and the statement accompanied by a playful - no, flirtatious - wink.

As she agreed to his proposal of hunting, he smiled warmly and started walking. She flicked him with her tail playfully. "Hey!"
The forest was very pretty at this time of year; browns, golds, and oranges lit the forest up with the magic of autumn. The autumnal colours were much like his pelt, too. Rembrandt playfully wiggled his rump and pounced towards the she-cat. "The leaffall leaves are attacking!"

[Trickle]

Picasso sauntered only a small distance away before she heard Remmie's exclamation of the falling leaves.  A rich laugh escaped her and she turned around to see exactly what he was all excited about.  but, as soon as she made a full 180, the large form of the tom toppled in to her.  She was so caught off guard that she fell victim to the pounce, stirring up a bunch of leaves as she landed on her back.  Rembrandt's familiar scent filed her nose as she got a face full of her fur.  Another laugh rose from her and she looked up at him, batting at his face.  "You are one heavy leaf." After she stopped speaking she was able to fully focus on his face.  The trees rose up high behind him, circling his head in a dazzling array of reds, oranges, and yellows.  The sun filtered through, landing in just the right why to illuminate his whiskers...

The loner snapped out of it with a blink.  For a moment, she hoped that her vacant stare hadn't been obvious.  And then, she realized she didn't care if he noticed.  Despite only knowing him for a short period of time it was easy to be comfortable.  Oddly enough, she didn't even have the urge to shove him off and be aggressive like she usually would with cats she didn't know that well.  Picasso smiled inwardly before speaking up again.  "And I am probably not the prey you are looking for..." Her eyes widened in mock fear, "Unless you have acquired a taste for cat since the last time I saw you." 

[Ambrose]

Rembrandt purred as he pinned the she-cat down, noticing how the leaves flew up into the air. It was a beautiful moment with a beautiful she-cat. She really was pretty, that bronzey colour.. He snapped out of his little daydream when she started batting at his face. "Hey hey hey!" he mewed, nuzzling her ear. Oh no, did I go too far? I only meant it... friendily... or.. Again, his thoughts were interrupted by her. His thoughts of her, interrupted by her. "You are one heavy leaf." she joked, Rembrandt chortling with his deep voice. He noticed her staring at him, and boy, did it strike up a phenomenal feeling. It was strong and obvious. Huh.. uhm.. Rembrandt laughed nervously and she spoke again. "And I am probably not the prey you are looking for... Unless you have acquired a taste for cat since the last time I saw you." Rembrandt burst out in laughter again; she really did make him laugh. He smiled, and decided to do something daring. "I'm going to eat you all up, you little squirrel!" he laughed, covering her face in licks.