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River watched the housecat walk back inside, letting out a small huff. He didn't particularly plan on making friends with the housecat, but if it required for him to be polite in order to use that route, he would gladly suck it up and deal with his chattering. Then again, it didn't seem like he would have to put up with much--the housecat hadn't delayed him for hours on end with incessant talking, and he supposed responding hadn't been too painful. River shook his head slightly and turned back around on the fence, trotting quickly over it, keeping a careful eye for any other housecats that might engage him in conversation. He'd avoid them at all costs.

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P Y R I T E

Pyrite watched through the window of his house as River left. He felt a small pang of guilt, the tom obviously did not wish to talk to him.

{Occ: Should we timeskip?}

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River walked along the fences until he reached the end of the block and leaped down, walking quickly along the street, looking straight ahead. If he didn't get stopped again, perhaps he'd be able to make it to the alley in time for anything.

[Sure ^^]

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{Occ: Pyrite could come back to look for him, or River could come back on his way through the neighborhood. I’m flexible!}

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[I think it'd be interesting if Pyrite went out to look for him, especially if he never left his house before ovo]

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P Y R I T E
The next day

Pyrite sat by the window of his house once again. Outside, it was lightly raining. River had not come back, however, Pyrite was determined to see the tom again. Making up his mind, the house cat leapt through the cat door and strode across his yard. With a quick jump, he landed on his fence and looked down on the other side, slightly afraid. He leapt down from the fence and landed in a puddle. With a shiver, Pyrite began to cautiously walk down the street in search of River.

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River flicked his ear as a fat raindrop landed on it, making him shiver slightly. He had taken shelter under an overhang when the rain had been pouring, but it was only drizzling now and a cold hunger gnawed at his stomach. It had been raining the past few days and even the alley rats had enough sense to burrow into somewhere warm, reluctant to get soaked through to the bone.
Thankfully, he had found somewhere dry before the heavy rain had begun, but he was still uncomfortably wet. River shook out his fur and padded out from under the overhang, wrinkling his nose at the fresh scents that the rain brought up--rat was not one of them. He slowly walked out into the street--he'd take his chances with finding something decent in the humans' trash.

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P Y R I T E

Pyrinte watled across the wet concrete of his street, eyes darting this way and that, searching for River. Over on the other side of the road, he spotted a black cat calmly walking through the rain. Not him. The house cat trotted over to where two human garbage bins stood, and with a jump landed on one of the and looked around at the land.

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River trotted down the street, looking around carefully for other strays. He wasn't exactly the strongest cat around, although he rarely was bothered because others saw him for more than he actually was because of his fur. But with the rain matting it down and most strays hungry by now, he would more likely be challenged--perhaps even attacked without further questioning. He crept next to the house with two bins, immediately tensing as he scented another cat. River bristled, trying to fluff up his fur--perhaps they'd leave him alone if they thought that he wasn't as emaciated as he was--not that his fur lifted much at all.

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P Y R I T E

Pyrite scented another cat nearby. River? The tom looked down, and yes! It was the stray. With a clumsy jump, he made his way down from the bin, eyes wide with excitement.