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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:34 pm
Trees, swimming pools, boulders, vine-like branches of willows- all faded into a blur as Cats pushed the Ache out of her bones. Her green eyes glazed over like stagnant swamp water.
Run. Run. Run.
When the gnawing within her finally gave her leave, she slowed to a stop. Breathless and glistening with sweat, her still-fogged mind wondered how far, how long, she'd been going.
The pain was gone. For now.
Best to see if there were any landmarks she recognized. Cats looked about her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 1:06 pm
 Moon in her Eye was enjoying the shade of a tall mangrove tree, and the refreshment of a few minty leaves she had found on her lazy walk earlier today. It was too hot to be in the sun (in her not-so-humble opinion), but she was too restless to stay near home. She was bored, though, despite having quelled her desire to venture into the wide world. Her owlcat, Glimmering Midnight, had gotten distracted by a mouse or other some yards back, and though she was sure he would eventually find his way back to her, for now she was alone. Besides, the owlcat was pretty, but not always the best of company; he said very little, as they all did.
Sadly, there didn't seem to be many kimeti also finding their way out to her new-found part of the swamp, however. She was near the outskirts, granted, but she couldn't imagine that so few kimeti found their way to the edges of the swamp... Granted, she rarely wanted much to do with other kimeti, so she would sometimes steer clear even if she saw another kimeti in a near vicinity. But she wouldn't mind some company today. And clearly, because she wanted the company, company should appear.
She sighed, and gnawed on the edge of another leaf.
To her happy surprise, she suddenly heard the thundering of hoof-beats along the ground nearby. Whoever was on their way was certainly a runner -- something that Moon never quite understood, as she was not at all a fan of running unless it got her out of the reaches of a gator. But when the runner appeared, it became clear why they were so fond of it -- a kiokote... Moon had really only heard stories, she'd never met a kiokote before. It slowed, then turned to look around at where it was once it had stopped. Hmm... well, she had asked for company...
The grey-black doe stood from beneath her mangrove tree and took a few steps forward, making sure she'd be in the kiokote's vision, but also in shade so that she could take her time assessing the situation before completely giving herself away. "Lost?" She smirked and swished her tail, waiting to see the other's response.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 7:47 am
To her chagrin, Cats jumped. She hadn't really expected to see anyone out here... especially a kimeti, so far from the center of the swamp. Cats had only met a few of the swamp dwellers as of yet, but those she had met seemed nice enough. And there was something intriguing about these distant cousins.
Blushing, and trying (poorly) to play off her surprise, Cats responded to the one in the shadows. "Ah, um, perhaps." Addled as she was, she couldn't immediately recognize her surroundings. A brief twinge of fear struck her as she wondered if she might not make it back to her 'home base'. No, no... No need to panic: she could always retrace her steps.
She sure left enough of them, Cats realized, looking at the deep imprints she'd left. Her eyes glanced ever so briefly at the kimeti. They didn't seem to make such noise, or tracks so deep. A fair bit more graceful than she.
Cats considered the tone in which the other had spoken. It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't exactly warm either. Perhaps it was... chastising? Cats flushed again. It was probably just her social paranoia speaking.
But what if making such a clamor was considered rude, or childish, to the kimeti? Regaining some composure, Cats, in her most courteous voice, apologized, "I hope I haven't disturbed you? When I have the Ache-" Wait. Did the kimeti know about the Ache? Did that sound like she was making excuses? "-I have a bad habit of not keeping quiet when a run," Cats finished, almost hurriedly. "I'm sorry for the racket."
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