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So this should have been made when I first added him, but whatever.
A glowing object floated along the ground on the edge of DayClan’s border. The wind carried a faint acidic scent of smoke and disinfectant. The object seemed uncertain as it floated around between the scrub. Every now and then it disappeared behind a bush. Eventually it crept over the border.
IS-24 nervously looked around, this place was so weird. Yet he had just nearly escaped burning to death in the horrid lab and ran for his life. Now however he was lost without a clue how to survive or where he was. The grey and white flecked cat with mismatched eyes cowered as he heard something move nearby. He wished he could hide but the unusual glowing he couldn’t help but put off didn’t help. Hopefully it wouldn’t be anything that would hurt him, he had no clue how to fight. What he really wanted was his metal cage with the other lab cats around him. Yet he wasn’t sure if any of them made it out of the building like he did.
@atomheart (Just pinging you 'cause I know the threads old and I'm only just now replying to it ^-^)
"What darling little light has floated into my vision? I'm half way honored to be bestowed by it, I'm also half way blind in one eye from staring at it." A silky satin voice called out to him. The voice sounded so close he it seemed to reverberate around his paws. This ended up being true as a cat arose from the tall stalks of wheat. She was like a walking wildfire, cinnamon auburn waves of fur seemed to flicker like a flame in the sunlight and her reddish bombshell shades shimmered like beach shores. She tilted her head, loose tendrils of wheat that had gotten caught at the edges of her ears fell down below to her paws. "Don't let me stop you, this is DayClan, a peaceful heaven on earth for all cats to explore," She said, with a rhythmic, adoring tone that was truly unlike any other voice. There was such a remarkable prejudice of trust and love towards him despite, not knowing him. It was like an aura that glowed from her.
