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Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 31, 2018 0:09:53 GMT -5
He jumped. He was lithe, strong. His muscles showed beneath his dark pelt. His eyes closed as he landed. His tail curled over his back. He looked serene, as if going to sleep. His body flush against the trunk of the tree, he was not too high but not low per se, somewhere in the middle. invisible save for the white splotches that ran up his paws, Sweetpine belonged in that spot. If snow had fallen down the branches as it normally did he would be hidden, he was sure. He opened his eyes, green and not really unbelonging to where he was either. He sat. His tail curled about him and he pressed his back against the trunk of the tree, breathing deeply, letting the air escape his lungs in a soft stream. He was alone for now, sure he would soon be interrupted, but enjoying the silence anyway. Twas the life of a Jarl it seemed.
Regin strolled beneath the trees, enjoying his freedom. Though it had been moons since the prisoner had been allowed to join the clan, he had been in the prison for his entire life and had forgotten what it was like to be a true clan cat. It was freeing, being able to explore; it was confining, having so many rules to follow, and looking after other cats. The dark brown tabby cast a casual glance up and spotted the Jarl in a tree, and his ears pricked in surprise. "Well hello up there! I thought I was the only one that liked to climb. Must be an -arl thing," the karl joked, easily leaping up and starting to scramble up the trunk after him. His family had always been prolific tree climbers: he didn't remember much about his father, but he knew that.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Feb 20, 2019 11:40:43 GMT -5
(Just gonna keep this as a past interaction lol)
Sweetpine blinked, a chuckle bursting from him as he nodded, looking over the new karl. He closed his maw, but kept a smile. "No, I quite like to climb about. Keeps me undercover," he explained, knowing that the other tom must understand to some degree, their pelts a similar dusky brown, his own just being particularly plain. "Enjoying being out of the hole in the ground?" he asked, tail tip twitching as he rolled his shoulders, his ears perking up at the excitement of new company.
He nodded agreeably. There was something satisfying about blending into a tree and hiding right above a cats head when they weren't paying attention, and it was far better than sticking out so sorely against the snow when it fell thickly and above the treeline. "Oh, definitely," he agreed with a twitch of his whiskers. "You know, that prison could use a cleaning every once and a while. Would it hurt the guards to take a few minutes and, I don't know, throw some snow down there to wash off the walls?"
Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, he settled down more comfortably, drawing his tail around his body. "At least we got free food, though. Even if Mistyveil was always trying to steal mine, I didn't have to hunt it first." After being in prison with her for a few moons, the future medicine cat had become a little too comfortable with him and started to steal his food. Not for any good reason, either, just claiming she deserved it since she was the one carrying his kits. Psh.
