37 moons | tom | loyal guard | pansexual | perceptive, boastful, assertive | tags:. Willow, Bramble
dominantly black-and-white tom with yellow eyes
- Dipper breathed in deeply, enjoying the fresh morning air. He closed his eyes, relishing it for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he spotted Willow skulking away from Rufus. He tipped his head, curious. The guard took a step to follow the she-cat, but his stomach rumbled, stopping him in his step. He groaned, then headed for a prey pile. Snatching a vole, Dipper sat a little ways off to eat. Once he finished, the black-and-white tom looked around to see where Willow had disappeared to. Scenting the air, he tracked her path to the dens. Dipper spun on his paws as a voice sounded loudly behind him. He immediately straightened, then set his jaw, blushing. Did he really just feel friendliness towards a hunter? "I'm fine, but you should be out hunting!" When the she-cat lowered her head, ashamed, Dipper puffed out his chest. "Yeah, okay." He grumbled out a response, not sure why he was even bothering to talk to a lowly hunter. Once she'd run off, the guard turned back to the dens.
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17 moons | she-cat | captive | bisexual | timid, skittish, introverted | tags:. Rufus
grey-brown tabby she-cat with green eyes and white underbelly
- Oceanis blinked in the morning light, wincing away. She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Spotting Rufus lounging in the warm sunlight, she built up enough courage to go over. Oceanis slowly approached the king, her head low, green eyes averted. "Um, Rufus? Wh-what would you like me to do?" She was still unsure of how to act and speak, since she had only been here a few days, and she was terrified of the king lashing out at her.
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21 moons | she-cat | rebel hunter | homosexual | bold, out-going, friendly | tags:. Dipper, Willow
light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes
- Bramble exited her den in time to see Willow try to snatch a few voles, then get caught by Rufus. As she listened to the other she-cat's explanation, she could tell it was false, but the king didn't seem to notice. When Willow quickly slipped behind the dens, Bramble's suspicions were confirmed. She sat just inside her den, not wanting to go out and be yelled at to go out hunting. She was exhausted, and just wanted to sit around and do nothing for a while. When one of the guards started to move dangerously close to where Willow had taken the prey, Bramble sprung into action. "Hey Dipper! She called, trying to sound friendly, and not terrified. "How are you doing, big guy?" She knew the guard loved to boast, and hoped to distract him enough to let Willow get away. The brown tabby lowered her head, faking bashfulness. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll go back now!" She raised her voice, hoping Willow could hear her. "Well, I'll be seeing you!"


