Dusk [Silvali]

After her pleasant albeit brief exchange with the Patrian tomcat, Morgan had opted to venture further into Sororian lands. The sun was beginning to sink in the sky now, the horizon partially shielding her from its relentless glare and over time the stifling temperature became considerably more bearable, enabling the molly to pick up the laborious dragging pace of her paws into a rejuvenated trot. She hummed a peppy tune to herself as she bounded from boulder to bush, up and over barren hills of craggy earth, although it was when she reached the summit of yet another one of these inclines that she found round eyes falling upon a silhouette.

It appeared to be a bulky she-cat coated with pale, fluffy fur, gazing out over the setting sun with an apparent air of tranquility. What was with all these cats in Soror and their long pelts? Surely it was unbearable in these conditions! Still, the calico brushed it off in favour of inquisitively cocking her head towards her as of yet unbeknownst companion, an impish smile edging onto her lips as she twirled her tail before carefully beginning to creep towards her, ensuring as best she could that her pads made no noise to alert the Sororian to her presence as she slowly drew up behind her. She stopped once she stood behind her, and leaning in closer to her ear, greeted in a soft purr, "Boo."

tags -- pigeon
words -- 238

Morgan's features ignited with glee the instant the she-cat startled in alarm, laughter immediately bubbling from her lips as she reared away, feebly shielding herself from the displeased battering through bouts of giggles as bright olive eyes found the ticked off tortoiseshell once more. She grinned back at her, tail coiling and thrashing behind her in delight with the success of her own antics as she watched the Sororian do a double-take in apparent confusion to this stranger's presence, paying no heed to her scolding as she hopped back to her paws and snickered.

"Oh my gosh, you should have like-- Totally seen your face. And I thought your pelt was fluffy before, but then-- Then it puffed out--! It's adorable!" she cooed, hopping back and forth on nimble paws as some kind of outlet for her apparently unbridled vivacity, rolling her eyes in acknowledgement to her question as she bounced onto a boulder for a better vantage point to gaze about her surroundings, apparently scouring for her next destination. "No, I'm not part of one of your silly colonies, you dork! I'm, like, a free spirit! I wouldn't be able to stand being confined to one kind of territory. And not that your home here isn't totes pretty and all, but I don't understand how cats with such long fur can stand living here in such crazy conditions! The heat was suffocating today, I nearly fainted like, five times!"

tags -- pigeon
words -- 240