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Michele-chan was an absolute mess. He had found a dead fox and dragged it into his workshop. He had found a small, old greenhouse that was almost all untouched. It had taken him a few days to clean it out and rearrange what he could, but it was now a perfect place for his projects. It was also a nice distance between the League camp and the city. Plus it was relatively temperature control climate which did help with certain parts of his projects. In one corner of the building he was aging bones, he did most of the cleaning of the bones but they needed to sit a little bit before he did certain tasks.
Right now he sat outside the door butchering the fox. He had an idea, but wanted to practice before he made the final instrument out of cat bone. The fox was relatively the same size with was nice. Of course some instruments would just have to be made out of other bones due to size. He had some morals and one of those was to not harm kittens. Michele looked up as he heard someone approaching. His amber eyes full of crazed joy while the rest of his face was perfectly calm. It was eerie how he was usually able to keep his face emotionless with only his voice betraying his true feelings.
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POSTEDNov 16, 2020 18:01:32 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
It had been a minute since Tempest had gotten time away to sneak off to the greenhouse, having been recently appointed Shaman in Creek's absence. Things however had mellowed out enough recently that she could return to her quiet place. Ever since she'd joined The League and become there mage she had spent all her time tending to the herbs and other plants that had been forsaken when they had moved closer to the city.
As she neared the green house, the sent of fox caught her off, guard making the small gray cat's fur fluff up in all directions. However her fear immediately turned to fury when she spotted the young tom stationed outside her greenhouse with a fox carcass. She didn't particularly care what he was doing there, simply offended by the fact he was there at all.
"What are you doing out here!?" the she-cat growled. Normally the stormy she cat didn't speak to or get within a tail's length of any cat who wasn't her patient but, right now she didn't care as she marched right up to Michele-chan, her eyes blazing in anger.
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POSTEDNov 16, 2020 18:57:59 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Michele nearly growled at her. “I didn’t think you had monopoly over all the greenhouses in this place.” He wasn’t stupid enough to take over the large one. This tiny one had been unused and he seemed a safe distance away to escape the wrath of the shaman in taking it over. He really just wanted it because it kept things warm in winter, himself included. Plus he liked the mossy carpeting that was growing everywhere. The fact that he could grow some of his own herbs if he truly wanted was a plus. Though exactly what he would grown he wouldn’t really know. Perhaps he might ask his grandfather.
“I was simply working on some new ideas.” He waved a bloodied paw over the corpse. He really wanted the ribs, spine, leg bones, and skull. He did not do much with the skulls, he just liked how they looked all lined up. Extracting the bones he brushed off Tempest, she was totally freaking out in his opinion. Maybe she needed some of her own herbs. “I was thinking of trying to make a pan flute out of the ribs. I just need to work on my hollowing out techniques.”
The pile of bones was slowly growing with the rest of the fox being discarded in a pile. He would bury it when he finished cleaning things. Of course it might attract other things but usually the scent of fox mixed with blood warned off most things. “Can I help you?” He turned to look at the grey she-cat.
