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DayClan’s land is known for its breathtaking glory, and neutral territory for any cat from any land to step into this heavenly landscape. It’s what lures many cats to the territory, many of which are as kind as DayClan residents, but some don’t have as good intentions. Especially when there’s a rumor of a golden apple found in the deepest forgotten parts of the apple orchard that can cause great chaos. The question is are the cats in the apple orchard there to enjoy the scenery or there to find the chaos? Flawedperspective, Gossamer Alessandra, Mallowmusk, and Slipperyslope happen to stumble into each other the same day as the rumor emerged of the golden apple, but are they interested in the goal of finding it?
Slipperyslope whipped around as he heard a thump behind him, and his keen gaze immediately fell upon his target: an apple, freshly fallen from a tree, knocked off by the slight wind around them. He lunged forward and sank his claws into the soft flesh, a series of swift blows tearing it apart piece by piece until he snapped up one of the shreds and tasted it. The apple tasted weird. It wasn't warm and soft like prey, it was crunchy and just kinda tasted like he was munching on sweet, solid water. Tasty? He wasn't sure.
The massive tom took another bite from the apple and was almost enjoying his meal when he heard another sound behind him. "Who goes there?!" Slipperyslope growled as he turned, one paw striking the pile of apple pieces and flinging the squishy remnants straight into another cat's face.
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Post by achromatic on Aug 8, 2021 11:12:06 GMT -5
Mallowmusk had been on a mission to retrieve something, though what it was, she had long forgotten when she had taken a wrong turn somewhere and now...well, she was...where was this, DayClan? She wasn't even sure where she was anymore, all she knew was this grove of trees looked very different from the ones back home. Usually, forests had trees of all kinds, the underbrush of ferns and brambles would give way to layers of different trees. Even the forests by the seas, however scarce they were, had twisted roots of mangroves and palms all over the place. This was...different.
The fruit here gave off a scent too, both upon the leaves and those that had fallen to the ground, emitting the sickly sweet smell of having sat in the sun for too long. She was avoiding the mushy ones too, when pieces went flying into her face with a shout. Immediately jumping back, Mallowmusk's eyes were wide. "What was that for!" she snapped, more boldly than she usually would. As much as she often hung in the back, timid and shy, her nerves were making her more volatile than usual.
Flawedperspective was tending to the apple orchard by pulling weeds and disposing of rotting apples and piling up the good ones to take back to camp when she came across others in field. She’d heard the rumors but hadn’t paid them much kind, merely dismissing them as tales for kits and nothing more. That is, until she heard voices from nearby. With an apple hanging from her jaws by the stem, she turned and wandered towards the nose praying it wasn’t kits having escaped in search of this golden apple. But it wasn’t kits she happened upon but two strangers yelling at each other.
The massive tom stared down at the she-cat he had stuck, his dark eyes revealing nothing (and definitely not because there were no thoughts being processed being them, he had many thoughts...). It took only a second for Slipperyslope to determine that, despite all of her yelling, she was not very much of a threat. His tough, angry brows relaxed as he beamed at her.
