Righto mate!
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Quoll blinked, staring at the outside that sat beyond his home. His Fur was out doing whatever it was those creatures did when they climbed into the rumble rooms. Honestly the young tom couldn’t care less. He was far more interested in watching the outside. It was different from what he remembered back at the old home. He was almost sure that the long time inside had changed the way the outside was. Yet, the lack of most familiar scents had Quoll frowning. Surely even if time had changed the way it all looked, he would at least be able to smell the tracks of his friends as they passed through? Come to think of it, Manny hadn’t even tried coming in when the Fur was gone.

Quoll frowned at the realisation that he hadn’t heard or seen signs of any of his friends in a long time. He had no clue how long it had been since he was locked in, but given the fact that his fake mouse seemed quite a bit smaller than when he’d last gone out, he assumed it had been a long time. The snow mink bengal opened his mouth and scented the air, frowning once more at the lack of recognisable scents. Even plant scents were missing, though the tom had no names for what was missing. The weight of the flap on his head was beginning to become bothersome and Quoll debated backing up and staying inside until everything changed back to what he had liked. The desire to feel grass and a breeze, however, won over and the young tom finally, cautiously, stepped outside.

The pale tom took his time, sniffing everything as he went and watching for anything dangerous or familiar. He stared over to the back right corner of the outside and a sadness stole over him. The outside also looked completely different to how it used to. The smooth barkless tree that the magpie always sang from was completely missing. Not to mention that the border looked odd. It wasn’t the fancy brick wall that he had come to know as his border. Quoll sat down in the middle of his new outside space and slumped. It was all different and a pang of missing hit him. Suddenly all he wanted was to snuggle up with Bilby, Roo and their mother. He hadn’t seen them in a very long time though, and he doubted that they would appear now.

Retirement? I prefer ‘extended vacation with benefits.’
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The world smelled freshly washed as the morning drizzle still clung lightly to the ground. Rain water had collected into small puddles throughout the territory and Tangleloon adored them. The curly coated tom picked his way through the undergrowth, sparkling with dew. He avoided the slightly more muddy edges, but wouldn't argue if a droplet or two got caught on his whiskers.

Even if some mud eventually colored his toes, he didn't seem to complain. The day seemed too pleasant for real misery anyway, especially now. The murderous tension that strangled the forest had finally loosened after his kin and Clan brought the tortie to her knees. The Clans could breathe again...and so could he.

Which meant, naturally, it was time to be nosy.

The thunderpath soon stretched before him in all its nasty smelling glory, although the drizzle did him a service by muting the smell. He crossed with caution as he gave the road some reverence before the Whitehart village lay ahead. Full of Twoleg scents and garden soil.

Neighbors...almost. With a pleased hum Tangleloon padded forward between the gardens and fences, curls bouncing lightly with each step.

Storytelling reveals meaning

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Loot was near vibrating as she stalked down the street in the sunshine, using fences to get off the ground anywhere she could. Her dark brown tail was straight up in excitement, the tip flicking rapidly behind her. Anyone nearby would be able to hear the alto of her purr as she moved.

No one, not even her sister, was about to believe the tale Loot had to tell now. She’d met something… someone utterly extraordinary!

Loot’s blue eyes roved across the lawns, fences, and street. She needed someone, anyone, who would listen. 

No one would believe this.

I wanna be where the people are.

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Squeezing her way through the small hole in the building which allowed her freedom Artemis breathed in the fresh air of the outdoors. Under the guise of night she was able to leave without the humans knowing. The moon shone bright overhead, reflecting off her pale colored fur. To her the world looked like it was glowing. She was yet to venture too far from the cafe. It was still so overwhelming, what was she supposed to do? 

Artemis kept her body low to the ground in an attempt to avoid being spotted by whatever else might be lurking outside right then. Her long fur picked up different things off of the grass, loose dirt, pebbles, early dew. Stalking along the ground she almost instinctually sniffed the air, trying to pick out any different smells. All she could smell was the road. But then she smelled something different, something.. Fresh? She'd smelled this before. 

Following the scent she spotted what it was, a bird! She'd been practicing catching these creatures, she'd heard from one of the other cats in the cafe that they tasted good and she was curious about it. She stalked forward, keeping the wind behind her to avoid it getting in her eyes, then the bird suddenly flew off. She jumped feebly, trying to catch it before it was gone, but by the time she jumped the bird was already long gone. "Drats." She muttered under her breath. "Why do they always fly away?"

She who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.

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A lop-sided gait limped through the Whitehart pine plantation, Vivica had barely leapt the fence and it wasn't as smooth as usual with a stinging pain in her hind leg. Such a good day and it was spent being ambushed by a brute. She was just grateful that the slash was the worst of her wounds, give for a few bruises as well but she didn't have much concern for those.

The sleek bicolor threaded through the trees, letting a low grumble from her throat as she met the fence closest to the streets where her home settled. However she wasn't sure if the stubborn pain would let her continue to jump fences smoothly, there would only be so much longer until she took a fall from a fenceline and got more injured than she already was.

And so, Vivica paused, turning to lick the wound the Rogue bravely inflicted on her hind leg, the blood tasting bitter and metallic on her tongue but it was better than leaving a trail for the rogue to follow any further, even if she did cover her scent, there could always be something a cat could use, and in a way, that is where the fun would come in, if the rogue chose to chase, she would be chasing for a while.

But for now, she had to clean this stinging... she would see where it went from there.

The world's too big to stay in one place.

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The sun bore easily onto the ground of the Treecut place, the silence bore on further however, harsher. But the scent of twolegs were less fervent than usual, Fox had chosen this day specifically for that reason, he had noticed the twolegs following a path inside a monster at dawn and returning at dusk every few days, he had noticed a pattern and decided to use it to his advantage to meet someone special.

He had been meeting up with Smallbird consistently over the last few weeks, sometimes in new places, sometimes reoccurring, she was smart in that suggestion, there was less of a likelihood of the two getting confronted, especially sharing tongues so often. 

The massive ginger tom stepped out from some worn down underbrush with a rabbit hanging limp in his jaws. He glanced skyward, the sun was nearly at its peak in the sky, Sunhigh, when he had agreed to meet Smallbird. Perhaps he was a little early, but he would rather be the first to greet her than some other cat that might think their little rendezvous would be a better place to sleep or hunt. But he doubted it, mostly.

He then glanced at the forest, where Smallbird would likely hail from if he were able to see her pretty grey pelt from that distance. "Hmm." he hummed softly, finding a spot for shade before letting his frame fall into a loaf. "Smallbird." He spoke her name like it tasted like honey on his tongue, so beautiful, so unique, so undeniably her. But she was also something else to him, something similar but something different entirely, it made him smile wide and warm and place the rabbit onto his paws. She was "Birdie."

She who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.

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Freedom, however temporary, was a breath of fresher air that Vivica missed to an extent. However instead of roaming the grassy hills and dense forests of her old home, she was now pressing her paws into a cement forest that seemed to hold more secrets with every curve and corner. More intriguing than she had anticipated with her kidnapping, that was certain.

Vivica mad her way along the hard grey path, tapping her paws on the sturdy ground as if it were about to slip out beneath her. But her face remained that even mix of curiosity and reservation as she sniffed at every thing the wind seemed to brush against. 

But when a little shuffle of mouse-feet made themself know, her ears twitched and orange eyes narrowed with the focus foreign to a pet. She didn't need to hunt anymore, she had food inside of her home, but old habits don't just die because they aren't needed anymore. And she did miss the taste of mouse.

The sleek bicolor lowered herself to the ground to make her war to a dark patch of shrubbery where the scent called to her. Her paws were light and quiet, those of a well practiced hunter. Her muscled coiled for a pounce before she pressed off of the ground and near flew through the air.

Her landing was lack-luster but efficient, landing on the mouse and dispatching it with a bite to the head and a harsh slam onto the ground before lifting up the limp rodent. One less pest, she thought to herself as she made her way down the street with her catch.

 

It had rained earlier, but the night was clear enough for him. Good enough for observation. Whether he only ended up observing the usual night life or something else, it wouldn't be a waste of time.

Grace is effortless when born into it.

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The sunshine today felt too beautiful to waste lounging inside. Not matter how much her tired paws detested going for a walk, she felt that resting for so long would wast Sunshine.

Laetita’s lanky, angular form slipped out from her manor as she traipsed out into the garden with practice elegance and a grace that she had been born into. "Oui oui, magnifique!" She praised the day as she moved to a clear spot on a well placed stone.

Staring at the warm stone, she twitched a triangular ear… perhaps this could be a day of relaxation after all. She pressed her paws on the stone, as if testing the sturdiness of it before climbing on, falling into a relaxed lay with his hind legs sprawled and her front paws crossed and hanging delicately over the rock.

Laetitia let out a contented sigh and placed her chin onto her paws. What could ruin a day like this?

 

 

That day, their guardian had adorned them with a most curious raiment. It was a very lightweight cape that easily draped across their body. It was not unlike others they'd worn before, but the shape and material itself often got humans' attention.

 

It was mainly blue with black edges, Morgan thought, and resembled a pair of butterfly wings. Its color shifted by viewing angle, and shift it did as the glittery tabby rose and stretched, preparing to return to their duties.