Joan? [Satyr/finished]

Maple i'm still getting used to her character sorry if it's a little inconsistent


Birds. Bees. Paw-prints in the sand. A grey tabby wandered down the shore, just out of the water's reach. A seagull cawed at her. He wanted his dinner. She didn't have it. He was not pleased and tried to peck her ear. This was only a mild inconvenience, and he soon found it to be boring, wheeling away to bother somebody else. Raidne was not in a hurry. She never was. But something further down the beach had caught her keen eyes, and she decided this was one of the few occasions where she should hurry. But only a little.

Exiting the beach, she continued to lawfully follow the trail hidden beneath the whistling grass. It looked like a cat. On closer inspection she decided it was a fairly pretty queen. But why was she sleeping in the water? That didn't seem like it could be good for her. The seagull from before landed beside her and began cawing obnoxiously. Raidne had never liked seagulls, they were awfully rude and unhelpful. His friends came down to join him, and together they began an unruly chorus of meaningless yells.

The queen suddenly sat up then sank back down into the sand. How curious. Was there something wrong with her? No sane cat would act like that. Maybe she was very sick, or injured. A decent cat would have gone down to help, but this feline was content to just watch from the sidelines until further development. What if she turned out to by a psychopath or something? The mystery cat stirred again before beginning to crawl towards Raidne's hiding place. It was a slow, messy, and weak crawl, but the tabby had to admire her determination. Standing up, she decided to reveal herself to the stranger. She didn't seem to be a psychopath. It was worth a gamble.

Stepping elegantly out of the grass, she walked down the beach and stopped beside the white cat. Her pelt was littered with scars, and one of her back legs looked awfully twisted. That couldn't be healthy, right? Squinting slightly against the bright sand, she looked down at her face. Blue eyes. "Hey, wake up. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you around before."

She sounded scared and confused. So vulnerable. Almost picturesque in a way... And there she went throwing up sand. Raidne took a step backwards to avoid her coughing fit, and waited patiently. Maybe the queen had fallen into a river somewhere and been washed out to sea. That would explain why she was there but it didn't explain the leg. She was very much the type of cat who liked to pry in others' business. In a way, it helped her gain the upper ground. If she knew everything about someone, well then it was far easier to manipulate them. And this cat looked like an easy target. Just how Raidne liked them.

"My name is Raidne, and you're on a beach honey." Glad that the white cat had stopped coughing, she stepped closer and sat down, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. It was important to always look important. That way you could easily hold the power in a conversation. Queenie spoke again, asking about Joan. Joan? She had never heard of anyone called that. Maybe one of Nike's kits was called Joan... No that was John. "I don't know anybody called Joan. Is she your friend? One of your kittens?"

Maple