Someone like me {{open}}

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The small grey cat slowly stalked to the trees away form the barn. She knew the clan territories left and right. She could tell you where to find herbs, where to hunt for prey when the days were getting colder, and where to stay warm if some cat was stuck outside their normal homes. Astrid was the all knowing Loner, but she was still young. Few cats listened to her. She sighed and finally found a tree to climb up in. Usually being in windclan she would stumble upon a clan cat here or there, but it seemed they were still steering clear of the barn. They really had no reason not to. It was loner territory. "And loners can't be trusted," she murmured to herself sighing. The she-cat wanted company, someone to talk to rather than the mice that roamed in her home or the wind that blew through the tall grass. She steadied herself and laid her head on her paws. She honestly would talk to a rouge right now if it meant talking to someone. She stopped in her thoughts as a scent drifted to her. Being up in the tree she had a good hiding spot so whoever was coming probably had no idea she was there. She peered down and waited quietly for the cat to walk by then slwoly walked into sight. "Hello there traveler," she mewed to get the cats attention flicking her ears slightly in greeting. [bg=8d3b15]

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|| Single || Loner / Drifter || Bio || Grave was ambling, there was no other word for it. He simply drifted, one paw taking place after the other as he trailed up from windclan territories to a destination unknown. He was in no particular rush today, there was no sense of urgency. He breathed deeply, glancing around the landscape with an honest interest. He’d never been here before, it seemed nice, quiet. He Stretched his back leg as he walked, taking a few casual strides before stretching the other when something caught his attention. His ears perked and swivelled on his dome but he didn’t need to search long before a gentle voice carried through the winds. He turned slowly, no tension found its way into his form. “Hello” he replied, blinking carefully at the newcomer. He summarized the she-cat quickly, young, thin, possibly clever though one could never tell, particularly considering her attitude towards another Loner. Then again, he was just as relaxed with her company. No matter. He lower himself down, sitting carefully with his paws evenly placed and his tail circling around him, his posture mimicking that of high status and authoritative air but his face showed no signs of either. Instead he merely looked, well, average. There was no fear, no excitement. He just stared at the she-cat, plain and simple. “My name is Grave.” He said simply, his tone never wavering from boredom, though he was not. Truth be told his was quite interested in seeing how this played out. “And yours?” [bg= 404040]

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Astrid sat quietly as the tom introduced himself. Grave what an odd name. Her's wasn't exactly normal but it fir her more than Grave fit his. From what she could tell he seemed like a nice cat, confident in who he was. The name grave reminded her of death and sorrow. She flicked her tail and smiled before hoping down. She stopped and looked up st the tom. She forgot how much smaller she was to most cats. "My name is Astrid," she said with a bit of happiness in her voice. "It's nice to finally come across someone. I've been sitting here for hours hoping a conversation would come along my way, and here you come along." It didn't really cross her mind until that moment, but he may not really want to talk to her. After all, they really didn't know each other. But how were two cats supposed to get acquainted if they didn't talk. She did remember meeting a cat that couldn't talk, but that was long ago. It had actually been a really long time since she had seen any cats other than the clan cats. Why didn't anyone like coming here? It was beautiful and there was always enough food. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear the tom talking. She blinked and made sure to focus on him. She had a bad habit of losing her focus like that. [bg=8d3b15]

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|| Single || Loner / Drifter || Bio || He was expecting a quick answer, short, to the point. 'My name is so and so, now get off my land before I rip your tail off'. Of course he wasn't going to say that was the scenario he preferred, in fact he liked this quite a bit more. He chuckled lightly, though the sound was more akin to a low growl, but the dangerous tone of it did not reach his eyes. “Is that so?” He drawled. "What a remarkable coincidence." He smiled but it looked forced and uncomfortable on his face, but it was still honest. He noted that the she-cat, Astrid, seemed... Distracted, maybe she was not as comfortable as he thought? His ears flickered slightly, unsure, but he quickly settled and continued, idle chatter of course, but he had to admit he was quite lonely lately. He'd been travelling on his own for some time now, one never did get used to the absence of pawsteps behind you. “I can't say I was looking for company, but I find myself in it nonetheless and at least it is good. I don't quite like the idea of being jumped again.” his tone was flat, like he was reciting a script, a bad choice for a part in a play. “So tell me,” he continued, "How does one such as yourself end up alone, and in such a beautiful place no less? Surely there are others here for you to converse with, I am hardly good company.” he meowed, glancing around the welcoming landscape with curious eyes. It was a nice place, it smelt of sun, dirt and comfort, just the place he'd one day like to settled down in. But today was not that day, there were still many things he longed to see, places he wished to go. Not today, but one day. (OOC: Sorry for the horrible wait, I've been moving house so I just didn't have the time!) [bg= 404040]

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Astrid's interest perk as she heard him tlak about being jumped. Maybe this cat wasn't as great as she believed. But again, she had been chased off by rouges herself, so she couldn't just assume based on this information. He talked about not really looking for company, but something else in his eyes told her that this tom was lonely at times. Then he asked a question that kind of tore at her heart. Why she was alone. She swallowed a little. She could keep her voice level and not show her pain, but it still hurt deep down. She slwoly began to explain. "I haven't always been alone. I used to live with my parents in that barn on the horizon," she mewed flicking her bushy tail where the outline of the barn could be seen, "But they passed away some moons ago. I'm sure you've heard of the clans that live around here, am i correct?" She didn't want to assume that this tom knew about the clans, but maybe he had heard a word or two. She recalled taking each clan back home, she had been young, still an apprentice in their eyes, and now she was an ally to all the clans, willing to help where she could, but never being involved in battles. She quietly licked her paw and brought it over her fluffy ear some. She looked over the tom some more as she did so. He could easily be old enough to be her dad. Then again so could most toms she ran into around here. She flicked her tail and let an easy smile fall on her lips. Conversing with this tom was enjoyable, even if she didn't know him that well. Word Count: 287 Tags: Grave Thoughts: Why am I thinking of Doctor Who with these two? [bg=8d3b15]