by Keryth » Wed Jan 25, 2023 9:28 am
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Being trapped by their now handler has been a terrifying and unpleasant experience. Suddenly removed from the stretch of forest they had called their own had been exciting, yes, but in the more negative sense of the word.
Upon being transferred to a secondary location, consisting of a dark, sparse room, a strange cat had studied them and seemed to come to a troubling conclusion. They had returned, accompanied by a second cat. The hearthoot had shifted, beginning to raise their feathers into a threat display, when the second one had spoken.
Spoken in their language, not in the cat's own tongue. They had been recognized as no mere mundane owl, a compliment they had preened after receiving. The hearthoot was being offered the choice of staying, where they would simply grant prestige to the one who cared for them, or being returned to the forest.
As far as they were concerned, it was barely even a question. Who could possibly turn down the offer of living in the lap of luxury? The arrangement sounded as if it would benefit them significantly more than the cats, and they were more than happy to take it.
Their brand new mew was truly superior than any branch or tree hollow they had slept in previously. The fact that it is spacious, and cloistered away from any who might attempt to harm them truly felt like icing on the cake.
There were a large window, nearly taking up the entirety of its walls. Any other creatures were blocked from entering by a specially produced chain mesh, a fact that the hearthoot would never stop taking delight in. The room itself had many carefully placed perches, positioned just right to allow for a wonderful view of both the inside of the mews and out of the window. A tub of water sat on the floor, the perfect size to accommodate the occasional bath, when they desired to partake.
A nearby door opened up into a sunning yard, full of numerous wonderful perches of varying heights and materials. These fantastic fixtures were accompanied by a small dip, filled with loose, fine grained sand. It was absolutely the perfect texture for a dust bath, a fact they regularly took advantage of.
Others might scoff at their willingness to essentially live in captivity, but you simply couldn't beat the wonderful guarantee that you would never be rained on again. Since beginning to work alongside a falconer, they had nearly ceased to have need to preen mud out of their feathers, leaving them more pristine than ever.
All the cats asked in return was to fly in a carefully choreographed display, and they were more than happy to oblige.
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