Post by quinn on Nov 13, 2020 0:15:46 GMT
As her reign within the neighborhood of her former kittypet home grew more boring and weary, Quinn found herself thinking alone in the final rays of pre-evening sun. Tip-toeing along the top of a fence line, the she-cat's eyes peered towards the forest. The tomcat Boone had mentioned a place beyond the trees where cats lived, fought, and died for the honor of their clan. It's a curious concept to the rogue.
Having lived both the soft life of a kittypet and the harsh path of a runaway stray, Quinn was interested in seeing what else the world had to offer. She had all but conquered the strays and loners that roamed the streets of these suburban houses. She grew tired of idle squabbles over meaningless trinkets. The cats here didn't respect her enough. Fear her enough... Worship her for the incredible work of art that she was. Well, she didn't see any other proud Somali felines wandering the backyards and alleys. Surely, she was the best this place had to offer with her pretty coat of red and black. Quinn even wore the purple collar around her throat with a certain dignity, as if it represented the past life she'd scorn and walked away from. She was better than all that. She could feed herself, groom herself, and even torment the tied-up dogs herself... As she currently was...
Glancing over her shoulder, she looked down at the barking jaws of dog as she walked along the fence with ease. Twolegs were so funny. They confined their pets and held them captive when they could be out experiencing the wonders of the world. Well, maybe dogs she could understand. They were stupid. The one below her was working himself into a frenzy, barking and spinning circles while she balanced along the boards, long fluffy tail held loftily behind.
Pausing to lick a paw, her green eyes once again turned towards the forest. Could a cat really have nine lives? She grinned at the thought. Imagine the power she could wield with that sort of life insurance. On a whim, she jumped down from the fence and began her journey into the wild. Not long into her trek, did she sniff the tell-tale sign of felines. Parting her jaws for a better whiff, the loner could detect the strong scent of feral cats. Perhaps she might come across someone who could entertain her questions. What sort of powers did these strange clan cats possess? What secrets did they guard? Could she... Have them?
Never the type for caution, her bold paws brought her close to one of their markers as the sun set. Patience wasn't one of Quinn's virtues. If no one shoed, she was tempted to waltz right in and make herself at home. With a snort, Quinn shook her head and deviously set to rubbing herself along several tree trunks and roots. She might as well holler her presence as the breeze carried her scent downwind, deep into clan territory. I'm here, I'm here- What are you going to do about it?
OOC: 513 words
Having lived both the soft life of a kittypet and the harsh path of a runaway stray, Quinn was interested in seeing what else the world had to offer. She had all but conquered the strays and loners that roamed the streets of these suburban houses. She grew tired of idle squabbles over meaningless trinkets. The cats here didn't respect her enough. Fear her enough... Worship her for the incredible work of art that she was. Well, she didn't see any other proud Somali felines wandering the backyards and alleys. Surely, she was the best this place had to offer with her pretty coat of red and black. Quinn even wore the purple collar around her throat with a certain dignity, as if it represented the past life she'd scorn and walked away from. She was better than all that. She could feed herself, groom herself, and even torment the tied-up dogs herself... As she currently was...
Glancing over her shoulder, she looked down at the barking jaws of dog as she walked along the fence with ease. Twolegs were so funny. They confined their pets and held them captive when they could be out experiencing the wonders of the world. Well, maybe dogs she could understand. They were stupid. The one below her was working himself into a frenzy, barking and spinning circles while she balanced along the boards, long fluffy tail held loftily behind.
Pausing to lick a paw, her green eyes once again turned towards the forest. Could a cat really have nine lives? She grinned at the thought. Imagine the power she could wield with that sort of life insurance. On a whim, she jumped down from the fence and began her journey into the wild. Not long into her trek, did she sniff the tell-tale sign of felines. Parting her jaws for a better whiff, the loner could detect the strong scent of feral cats. Perhaps she might come across someone who could entertain her questions. What sort of powers did these strange clan cats possess? What secrets did they guard? Could she... Have them?
Never the type for caution, her bold paws brought her close to one of their markers as the sun set. Patience wasn't one of Quinn's virtues. If no one shoed, she was tempted to waltz right in and make herself at home. With a snort, Quinn shook her head and deviously set to rubbing herself along several tree trunks and roots. She might as well holler her presence as the breeze carried her scent downwind, deep into clan territory. I'm here, I'm here- What are you going to do about it?
OOC: 513 words
