Closed Thread A Duchess Picking Flowers By The Bay [LN17]

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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The old twoleg couple had once again let Duchess out for her daily explorations, it wasn't uncommon for the black and white she-cat to go on explorations like this, so why not do such a thing under the older twolegs' knowledge, and under her own mother's knowledge also, she didn't want to freak the old gal out thinking her precious daughter has gone missing. No, this was a nice stroll by the moor, nothing more, nothing less, well, she hoped nothing less than that, she did enjoy her strolls. Despite some of the residents she ran into along the way.

Duchess parted her jaws into a long yawn before trotting onto the moorland territory, not far, but definitely far enough to be noticed, and part of her wanted to be, it was hardly a day that would need any sort of boring 'get out of out territory' talk, she wanted to have a good old fashioned chat, but sometimes she wondered what cat would even want to have a little chat with a cat that lived by the river farmhouse. Who knows, some cat might show up sooner or later.

Duchess's ears perked and her nose twitched, just what she was looking for, some interaction with the locals. "Well now, what do we have here? A WindClan warrior trackin’ me like prey? My, ain’t this somethin’" she cooed in amusement, turning her luxuriously clean black and white face towards the black tom-cat, her hazel eyes almost locking onto the warrior but their was a glimmer of amusement in the stranger's eyes. "What’s your name, darlin’?" She echoed curiously, her southern drawl rather clear, while it was rather different, it was still clearly understandable in its own right

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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"My name’s Duchess, but you can call me whatever suits ya, sugar." The black and white she-cat replied, her tail flowing gracefully around her paws and her hazel eyes looked towards the black warrior across from her. Interesting, this one is she thought to herself, this cat didn't accuse her of trespassing or hunting on their territory, as much as she had prepared a sassy remark for this instance, she decided this interaction would not be one made in rudeness, she's rather be kind more than anything else, but on the other paw, if a cat came to her with the attitude of a fiery blaze, she would happily add gas to that fire.

With a chuckle, Duchess replied to Bayflower's comment about her knowledge of the clans. "Oh, I know all 'bout these clans from my little adventures—your clan, RiverClan, ThunderClan, ShadowClan. You name it, darlin', and I’ve got it covered." She began, flicking the tip of her tail in a soft, innocent gesture. "I live just near that farmhouse by RiverClan’s territory, sharin’ it with my mama and two old twolegs." She added, giving the WindClan warrior a respectful nod before moving to clean a few stray tufts of fur on her chest with her tongue. 

Duchess, much like this cat, was just on a walk, but decided to go inward toward the territory of WindClan, because who knows what she could find? Maybe it could even be a new friend or ally to help her out on her ventures. "Anyway, you seem real nice, but what brought you over here, sugar? Thought I was an intruder or somethin’? Bless your heart."

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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Duchess chuckled softly, her hazel eyes bright with amusement. "Oh, I reckon you know WindClan like the back of your paw. I suppose I don’t need to tell you about all that wind rushin' across the moors, huh?" Her voice held a playful lilt as she swished her tail behind her.

"But the other Clans, now that’s where it gets a bit more interestin'. You know, RiverClan always seems so peaceful — all that water flowin', but it’s slick and tricky, just like those cats. ShadowClan? Well, I don’t much care for the way they skulk around. Too much darkness for my taste. As for ThunderClan, I’ve only ever seen bits of their forest, but I imagine those trees give 'em plenty of cover to hide in."

Duchess’s tone softened when she turned back to Bayflower’s mention of his kits. "Two kits though, now that’s somethin' special. I bet they light up your world like the sun on a clear day. Bringin’ 'em back treasures from your journeys sounds just like the kind of thing a thoughtful sire like you would do." She smiled warmly. "And don’t you worry about that shiny thing you lost, sugar. The best treasures always find their way back to ya somehow."