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The day was quite bright, and Cinder found himself squinting his eyes against the sun. A sharp breeze cut through the hot sunlight, cooling him off. Cinder was sunbathing outside his home, but with the sudden change in temperature, he was no longer interested in lounging.
With a dramatic sigh, the gray tom rolled himself onto his belly and stretched out his legs. He needed something to entertain him. He was home alone. Left outside frequently, Cinder was used to being free to explore the area around his home. Some days he felt the urge to run until his legs couldn't carry him any further, but he had never let that feeling overtake his common sense. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased, but he knew where the food was. Home.
Cinder forced himself up into a sitting position. His coat was thick enough to block the wind enough to keep a true feeling of cold at bay, but it would still be nice to curl up in his usual warm spot inside the house. The door and windows were closed firmly as they always were when he was left alone, so there was no point sniffing around for something to do outside the house. Maybe he would go exploring again today.
He hadn't explored for a few days now, and he blamed it on the fact that he had gone too far last time. It had made him...nervous. No. Nervous was the wrong word. He had smelled other cats, and the idea that there were others out there in the vast wilderness intrigued him. Maybe they lived in their own houses. Or maybe the stories he had heard as a tiny kitten were true - stories about wild cats that killed each other for sport and went mad with hunger. Regardless, Cinder had wanted to smell around more. That was what made him nervous. He was worried he would explore and find something so amazing he would never want to come home.
But it had been a few days, after all. There was no way the scent from the other cats would still be there. If they were wild or if they had homes, the other cats had just passed through and explored a bit, just like him. There was no harm in going out again.
Cinder padded toward the treeline around his yard. Every time he went out into the trees, he went a little bit further. Now he had reached the treeline, and the feeling to go keep going was there in his belly. Why not? Cinder kept going. He passed the trees where he practiced climbing. He passed small bushes and fallen branches. He passed through grass that was dead and grass that had sprouted so high it tickled his nose. The mountains were interesting in their variety.
Finally, he passed the place he had reached a few days ago. The smell of the cats, to his surprise, was still there.
_ ooc; sorry this is a little long, but I wanted to set the scene a bit. Consuela
OOC; I love and appreciate long posts. Don't stop you are a star~ ________________________
Chestnutpaw took in a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she slowly opened her pale green gaze to take in a green forest. Little snow was left throughout the Winterclan mountain territory thanks to the unusually, warm New-leaf that was brought on. As much as the young she-cat enjoyed the chilly Leaf-bare breezes and plush feel of freshly fallen snow, she very much enjoy the bright colors that the warms seasons brought to her clan's land. The best part of all was the rebirth of herbs that didn't make it through the harshness of Leaf-bare.
Winterclan was one of the only clans that had utilized the use of healing crystals thanks to the guidance of the God and Goddess, so it was a rare moment when the Witches of Winterclan truly needed herbs to rely on healing their clan mates, but it didn't mean that they would avoid herbs all together, especially in seasons when herb growth thrived thanks to kinder weather. Apart from exploring out now to search out growing herbs for the Witches' stock pile, Chestnutpaw used the trip as an excuse to explore the Winterclan territory, a luxury the busy Pupil was hardly allowed due to her responsibilities back at camp.
The tortoiseshell she-cat bounced effortlessly over a fallen log, her naturally cheerful expression plastered across her muzzle as she trekked on, taking in her surroundings lovingly. No one could deny the young cat's pride in her clan. Having been Winterclan born, it was all the Pupil knew, but as loyal as she was to her home and clanmates, her curious mind always wondered to life outside her clan. Some of her closest friends within her clan were actually clan adopted, like Birch and Rowan who were two loners found within Winterclan territory. As strange as they were, it was hard for the young cat not to grow close to the two toms who quickly took on brother-like relationships to her. Then were was Snowbunny, who recently was accepted into Winterclan as not only a member of the clan, but the Knight of the Stars, a prestigious position for a cat within Winterclan to be in.
She could feel her pelt grow warm at the reminder of the white cat, whose electric green eyes always seemed to leave her out of focus and confused in oddly, the most comforting ways. The internal conflict left Chestnut lost in deep thought and distracted from the fresh scent of an unknown cat. It was not until the sound of rustling of bushes that the she-cat finally snapped out of her thoughts, her large, expression filled green gaze widened in confusion and surprise. Without further hesitation, she jump behind a boulder, raising her head slightly above the rock to look ahead at the direction of the noise. As she waited, her senses took in the scent, expecting to note Regime Renegade but instead finding a more unique and odd scent, one that Chestnutpaw had never smelled before. Her ears perked up with interest and she stood a bit higher to get a better look. It was cat alright, but what was that smell?
Cinder stopped dead in his tracks. He could have sworn he had heard something. The tom felt himself go tense. This was it - he was going to be pounced on by a woodland creature or a wild cat, he just knew it! Oh, how his life would be ended so soon. He might as well just lay down and die.
After a moment of stillness, Cinder felt himself breathe again. Had he not been breathing? Weird. But he must have imagined whatever he heard because nothing was trying to kill him right now! The gray cat continued moving through the forest, but he tried to keep his ears perked for more sounds. Cinder felt more alert and was worried that whatever had been there could come back.
_ ooc; much shorter now that things are moving, and also I have to catch up on all my threads after my absence.
*also cinder got involved with the blind date threads going on and found himself a cat, so when chestnutpaw accidentally breaks his heart he may have somewhere to go lol
