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Post by achromatic on Sept 10, 2021 19:32:22 GMT -5
@ian - set a almost a year-ish before Rhiannon joins PI
"Are we stopping for the night yet?" Rhiannon complained, the young cat looked irritated, tired. She had been on this road for moons, and she was a fully grown cat now, far from the young kit her brother had stolen the moment they decided to leave the loch in the cover of the night. While Hywel had wanted to get away from everything, hiding the reason for their departure by making excuses after another, Rhiannon was completely unaware, ignorant of the truth.
She had known as a kit, that she was different, the way the elders looked at her with wary eyes and a strangeness she couldn't tell, but being here, where no one else knew who they were wasn't any better.
"Are you tired?" Hywel murmured, brushing his tongue across her forehead like a doting parent rather than a sibling, as he glanced to the distance where the forest tapered out to the fields they were in, a barn in the distance. "We can head to that barn over there and spend the night; remember your manners, we want these cats to be friendly with us."
"Yeah yeah," she replied irritably, "I'm sure we can catch a mouse or two and those hungry idiots won't care if we spend a night or something." She didn't care much for kittypets and barn cats at all; they rarely had anything interesting to say. Everything they had left behind was interesting, she didn't know why no one else had anything to say.
Hywel sighed, as they headed towards the barn, managing to catch a couple of plump mice on the way as a peace offering, before entering the old building, a congregation of cats and travellers seemed to already be there. They were lucky; this place seemed welcoming enough, cats stayed wherever they wanted and everyone seemed both respectful and wary of one another, which was better than nothing. It didn't take long for them to make a nest, and Rhiannon was already heading out, wandering the place as if looking for answers.
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POSTEDSept 11, 2021 16:27:00 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
It was... complicated how the tom got to this particular position; after the death of his father and presumed death of his mother, Harley had made himself scarce for a long time before he found this place. It wasn't as shiny as his previous digs, there were no cats heralding him for being the son of both the Shaman and the Nemesis, but the quiet life was what he needed. Or, at least, that was what he told himself whenever he found the winds of change start to pull his paws back to his former home. The barn cats lived and worked together on the farm; it was medial work hunting mice, it provided dinner, and he was charming enough that the barn cats all used him as the official greeter of all of the new cats. It was the only part of living there that he particularly enjoyed; the new comers always had interesting ideas, and it gave him a chance to use the diplomacy skills Jynx had been insistent on teaching him. It wasn't fulfilling work, per say, but more fulfilling than just hunting mice and keeping to himself.
"You must be the new cats they were telling me about," meowed the tall tom as he padded up. His baby blue eyes were kinder than the others. This wasn't to say that the tom was kind, necessarily. Rather, it was to say that he survived Primal Instinct, and if Primal Instinct didn't scare him, the vagabond group of barn cats surely didn't. He didn't carry the same wariness as the others. Maybe that was why the tom was the unofficial welcoming crew.
The tom glanced the duo up and down, offering a laid back smile. "I'm Harley, and you are?"
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Post by achromatic on Sept 11, 2021 17:31:55 GMT -5
Hywel had immediately narrowed his eyes at Harley. While he was often the friendly type to try and make friends, he wasn't the naive kind of cat to think that others didn't approach first unless there was something they wanted, and the way he had moved towards Rhiannon first, the way he acted differently, immediately open and friendly rather than cautious, made him stand out.
Cats who stood out often made the white tom more suspicious than anything.
Rhiannon however, didn't have the same qualms as her brother did. "Rhiannon, though don't trip over my name," she spoke, the lilt of her voice still held the accent of the northern cats, sounding almost a little sing-song like compared to those of the forests around here, "Harley, nice to meet you I suppose. Do you live around here?"
She wasn't always the friendliest cat but she was young and naive, still assuming that the rest of the world simply went their merry way and didn't have a natural ill-intent for anything. Despite all that had happened, Hywel had done a good enough job in hiding the real world from the younger cat.
The older tom found the right moment to step in. "Hywel," he spoke, his voice a careful mask of friendliness, "you must be one of the cats who live around here. Mind telling me where we're allowed to make our nests?"
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POSTEDSept 18, 2021 9:31:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Rhiannon," he repeated, only mispronouncing it slightly. "I'll work on that," he decided with a nod, the friendly smile not quite leaving his face. Who would have thought that at one point, the tom had been ... actually scary. In a past life, he was his father's son, violent, aggressive, ready to do whatever he needed to to get what he wanted. Since he left the influence of the League, though, the tom had made an effort to work on himself. This had been easier said than done, but now, after years of unlearning cruelty, he was... better. Not perfect, but better. "It's a pleasure," he meowed with a dip of his head.
He then glanced to the older cat with slight relief that his name was a lot easier to pronounce. "Hywel, it's a pleasure to meet you as well. You both would be correct, this barn has been where I've made my home for a while now. Cats here aren't the most friendly, but they're good people." His tail flicked at its tip. "Perhaps that's why they need me- someone's gotta be the welcoming committee around these parts." He smirked slightly. "I'd be more than happy to show you the best spot in the barn. The loft is my favorite part, and it's got a coupla empties since the older cats can't easily get up there. You climb?"
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Post by achromatic on Sept 19, 2021 14:33:33 GMT -5
She fought the temptation to roll her eyes at the way his untrained tongue tried to pronounce her name; alas it wasn't terribly unusual for someone to say it wrong, and at this point, his pronunciation was already better than most. She didn't seem to hold any of the same concern Hywel had for this cat, but her eyes brightened at the idea of doing something other than spending time with her stuffy older brother. As much as deep down inside, she truly did care for him, Hywel's overprotective nature was irritating at times.
"Bring me around," she announced with a smirk on her face, "I might as well know where the best spots are. What do you guys eat around here? Mice, I'm guessing?"
"Rhiannon," Hywel's stern voice held a warning to it, "aren't you supposed to be helping out with your nest?"
She tossed another glance to the silver tom. "I can do it when I'm back," she insisted, "and didn't you always tell me to go make friends and enjoy my childhood?"
"You're not a kit anymore," he replied with a scowl, "I could use your help here."
She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Whatever, I'll see you later." She was already trotting off to Hywel's dismay, before she turned to this newcomer. "Sorry, he's a bit...stuffy, sometimes he could use a kick in the ass, really. So where were we heading?"
