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

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It had been some time since Duchess had visited Noah, been a while since her paws had carried her far from her ol' farmhouse actually. It was nice to go out every now and again, especially to visit one so close to her as Noah is. However, while on her way, a new pelt caught her eye, the scent was just as new as the smell was. Her hazel eyes turned slightly to spot him, a pale cat with darker brownish rosettes, she definitely hadn't seen him before. A thought crept over to her, it might be nice to be one of the first cats he had met, a friendly face to greet him in his new home.

She halted her fence-hopping at his own fenceline and looked down at his with a welcoming smile. "Well, I'll be! Look what the fox dragged in." She chirped, flicking her black and white tail, but not jumping down to invade the space. If she wasn't welcome, she'd happily make do with visiting a single cat today. "A new kitty-cat comin' to Whitehart, bless your heart." She chirped warmly as her paws held balance on the fenceline.

Her muzzle drifted down to him, he seemed, concerned? Confused? Upset? She expected that of a newcomer, a lot of cats don't really know where they are when the humans move from one place to another. She knew she would if the old folks at her farmhouse were to leave with her and her ma. But that was no reason to be unwelcoming. "Reckon this is your first rodeo, stranger?" 

Righto mate!
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Quoll looked up, startled at the sound of a voice. The words were familiar in an odd sort of way, for the most part, but the way they were said was all wrong. “Uh… what?” the young tom meowed in confusion. The snow mink bengal sat back on his hind legs and stood up, swaying as he balanced on two paws while trying to see and smell the cat who had quite suddenly appeared on his border. “Mmm who’re you? An’ wha’ ‘n da world are you saying?” Quoll dropped back to his four paws and tilted his head.

Despite the strangeness of her way of speaking, the sleek tom found himself more curious and bewildered than afraid. He trotted closer and evaluated the possibility of jumping up to join her. He had never stood on one of his borders like other cats had and he was very tempted to do so, but he flicked a paw and chose to sit down instead. Truth be told, he had always been afraid of seeing what was beyond the boundaries. His old friends had always had such wonderful tales of the world beyond and he didn’t want to risk taking away the beauty of his own imagination by actually seeing it. Not to mention he had never tried to jump that high and he simply didn’t want to look like a fool if he failed to make the jump elegantly, or at all.

“Can’ say I’ve smelled you before, mate. Wha’s ya name?” Quoll chirped brightly. As odd as her way of speaking was, he didn’t want to be unfriendly. “Also! ‘Ave ya seen Manny about? The old bugger is usually tryna get my grub by now, but he ain’t been about from the looks o’ things.” The thought that something had happened to his friend made the pale tom duck his head somewhat, concerned about the she-cat’s potential reply. “Also wha’ happened to muh tree? Where da maggie gonna sing from now?” It could be said that one of Quoll’s default reactions to uncertain situations was to blab about and ask questions until he found his footing in the situation.

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

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The accent of the cat almost caught Duchess off guard, but she was no stranger to the idea of a different way of speaking, but that sure was a creative way to talk if Duchess ever saw anything like it. The black and white coated she-cat slipped down into the yard. "Well I'll be, that's quite a drawl you got there!" She cheered with a light laugh, flicking her tail again, more-a-less in fascinated interest than anything else. "You ain't from around these parts, are ya?" she added, glancing to where the stranger had been so insistent on the existence of a tree and shook her head.

"I ain't never seen no 'Manny' 'round here, nor has there ever been a tree where you reckon there was, bless your heart." She confessed, Duchess had come to visit Whitehart so much that she almost knew every nook and cranny of it by heart. She knew what she was talking about and it showed in her tone. "Where in tarnation do you think you are, stranger?"

It was after she spoke her questions, she shook her head, she hadn't even answered his first one! "Oh, hush my mouth! I'm called Duchess, I live at the farmhouse where the waters flow, pretty as you please." she purred, shaking out the almost mane-like ruff of fur on her neck. "But enough about me, don't want to beat a dead horse." She spoke, Duchess was never really one to talk about herself, but she would rather simply have other cats tell her about themselves, not for information, but for a friendly sort of curiosity.

"What do folks call you?"