Domestic Cat RP (Kittenpompom123.:.Wrath & Sacred)

[kitten;]

So he was a purebred, like her, and had correctly assumed that she was only from the Ocicat line, also. Even after all that. This was original. Xena filed that information quickly away in her head, along with the other notes about this new and peculiar cat who she had never seen the likes of before. He was so diverse from the other cats who she had met, who were cruel, dirty and ugly. He was poles apart. He was clean, polite, articulate and...she thought that nothing would happen to her while she was near him-but she wasn't very sure of that last one. That hadn't been tested yet, but it would be soon. Xena watched him carefully as he paused, and her clear whiskers twitched in the air. She thought of something brilliant to say, and her green eyes carefully gazed into his as she answered.

"Why, you're welcome. And please do go on."

Uh, that wasn't what she was supposed to say. Even now, she was tripping over her own words, getting lots of things wrong and thinking had begun to get harder. Why was this happening to her, especially in front of this cat who she had to make a good impression on?

[⚜ Estivel]

Amber eyes sparkled as he looked at her, once more filled with curiosity. Most would have been delighted at the prospect of their companion shutting up for even a moment so that they could fill them in with the latest gossip. Well, probably not most, but that's what he had automatically assumed after living his entire life, a full two years, here in this same neighborhood.

Dumir hopped up onto the fence, and looked over at the glistening water with humans he knew all to well walking down the winding sidewalk surrounding it. They were mostly starting to depart as the sunset faded away, as did the last wisps of the rain clouds from before. The sky was, over all, magnificent. Still, he found himself instead turning back to Xena and smiling in spite of himself. It then dawned upon him that he should break the silence, as she had invited him to.

"It's a pretty lovely place. The swans usually swim away when any of us try to approach them, and they can get aggressive at times when a nest is involved. There really isn't much more to say, unless you want to hear about all the juicy gossip."

Another soft chuckle rumbled through his throat, though this one sounded more real. Probably because he felt comfortable around her. He didn't have to force himself to calm down and appear relaxed. It sounded absurd when he was running it through his head- after all, Dumir had just met her less than a half hour ago. But yet, at the same time, it didn't sound absurd.

"So where did you come from? Somewhere near by?"

[kitten;]

The Ocicat stayed on the ground after Dumir hopped up on the fence. She was thinking, and usually that distracted her-she thought about every aspect of him, trying to put together a character profile of him. Positively, he was a great thinker, who mulled things over. And gave her too much credit, she could see it in his amber eyes. But Xena couldn't picture much else. He kept many things hidden.

...Was he really one for gossip? Somebody who slinks in the shadows and hides in corners just to find one bit of information? He certainly was hard to read, and Xena wasn't that bad at reading cats. He didn't seem like that, but she wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he was a great host, she had to admit. Good at giving summaries. Xena grinned when he chuckled. He was relaxed, so why shouldn't she be also? The Ocicat found herself being more herself when she was near him. Perchance this was...no. Absolutely not. She just enjoyed his presence, already, after less than 30 minutes of talking. Yes, that had to be it. But still, Xena filed that information away in her head...all of it.

She decided not to mention the gossip part. What was somebody's business was somebody's business. Xena didn't particularly enjoy prying.

"I came from the south, I assume. I don't know the name of the place, nobody ever mentioned it. I think it was quite near here, however. Have you lived here your whole life?"

[⚜ Estivel]

South? He cocked his head to the side slightly, interested and wanting to ask more until he heard that she had asked him a question. Dumir smiled again slightly and sat down on the edge of the fence, balancing on his paws with his tail flicking in the air in case he happened to lose his balance. He silently prayed he wouldn't, not wanting to make a fool out of himself.

"Yes, I have. My human is a breeder, and kept me and one of my sisters out of the litter. Marcus was intending to breed me, but instead changed his mind so I don't really get out of the house much. I guess I'm just more of a house pet really."

Dumir lifted his shoulders and dropped them in a shrug, though he couldn't really complain. He didn't want to think that he would have to take a mate as an obligation to his human. His sister, on the other hand, loved her 'job'. Suriana did have a personality quite different from his own, but that was expected.

"So are you intending on staying here for-"
A purr interrupted him, and Dumir turned to look over the fence once more. A stray was approaching, one he'd seen quite a few times in the past. The tom was the average cat, black and white with a muddy hazel eye color and ungroomed fur.

"Who ya talkin' to, Dumir?"
The stray had a thick, layered accent that butchered his name, with more emphasis on the ending 'r' than was necessary. Dumir kindly nodded his head to the tom. There weren't that many houses living near the lake, so it was only expected that he would be known. After all, his sister did love to gossip, as did the others. Eventually a stray would overhear something. He did expect him to walk away without a response, but instead the cat continued padding towards the fence, a joking yet determined look sprawled on his white muzzle.

[kitten;]

He wouldn't of been a very good breeding cat, most likely. She listened carefully as he briefly outlined some of his history for her. Xena objected to one thing, he did not look like a house cat at all. But he would think that, not ever being out of this place, she supposed. Quietly she jumped up on the fence and sat down on it, holding her tail out for balance and occasionally flicking it, the silver shining in the light of the setting sun. It would be a disaster if she fell.

When the stray came, his muddy hazel eyes made her brilliant green ones narrow, puzzled and confused. Her smile muted a little, her tail instinctively fluffed up a bit, and she swayed it more from side to side, determined not to lose her balance in front of Dumir and this stranger. Who was this cat, what was he doing, and why did he have that strange accent? And Dumir didn't look like he was annoyed, but he had said... Perhaps she should just play it cool and not get mad at the stray for interrupting...?

But he was so rude like that, just walking in on them. Couldn't he see that they were talking and trying not to fall off the fence? Did he do this on purpose, interrupt their conversation like that? She found herself resenting the truth that there were even other things to disrupt their exchange, actually. She could go on talking forever to the Toyger.

Xena leaned slightly over to Dumir, her striped tail still swinging and fluffed up, green eyes narrowed. Her voice was so faint, she knew that the stray wouldn't be able to hear her, even if he could hear well.

"Dumir...who is that cat?"

[⚜ Estivel]

Dumir wasn't surprised to see that she was alarmed, in fact so was he. This was, indeed, a first. However, he composed a somewhat relaxed face despite the conditions and smiled politely, as he had been raised to do.

"Let's see, shall we?"

He gave her a reassuring look, hoping that his words sounded real and sincere, before the muscles in his hind legs tensed and he hopped down onto the soft, dew-covered grass. The stray continued his approach until he was a few tail lengths away. Dumir was a good head taller, though he was also leaner and not as bulky due to the Toyger blood.

"A friend. This concerns you how?"

Head cocked with a puzzled expression, Dumir stared at the cat, his head bent down slightly so he looked down at the cat to emphasize on the height difference. The last thing he wanted was a brawl. Fighting was not one of his strong points. He hoped that if he acted the part he was known for though, this new tom would realize he was outmatched. Indeed, the tom looked slightly taken aback.

"I was wishing to talk to the lady is all. Didn't think you were interested."
He turned his away from Dumir to face Xena, and showed his teeth in an attempt to smile. His accent was extremely southern, almost Texan in fact.
"Name's Aran."

Dumir couldn't help but feel insulted. Why wouldn't he think he would be interested? What had he heard? His eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his fur started to raise at the ends before he realized what was happening. It wasn't his say as to who Xena liked. The realization disappointed him to a degree, and he leaned back onto his hind feet with a small glance towards Xena, wondering what her reaction would be. He only wanted to interfere if that was what she wanted.

[kitten;]

Aran. So his name was Aran, and he had just butted in like this. Xena's clear claws unsheathed a tad, exposing the sharpened razors to the world. How insolent. It was dawning on her that the stray was like most other male cats she had met, who saw her as just a pelt. The only one who hadn't was the one she had met very shortly ago, one who she would very much like to go on a walk with, and would have, if this cat hadn't interrupted. Dumir.

And he had called her "the lady". That was expected from a cat like him, not caring enough to know her name. She rolled her eyes inwardly, exasperated. And where did he get the impression that Dumir wasn't "interested"? Xena couldn't help unsheathing her claws fully now, though she wouldn't prefer a battle. She didn't enjoy blood, in any case. Plus battles were not her strong point, she had only one, and that was talking- possibly she could get him to leave.

Xena decided not to hop down from the fence, but she stood up on it instead, pads digging into the plastic. Her claws were still unsheathed, tail swaying from side to side. Xena was thoroughly annoyed with this cat. She spoke every syllable clearly, deftly hiding her anger from it. She sounded different, voice almost devoid from emotion.

"Aran, is it? If you got the impression that he wasn't interested or whatnot, you were wrong. You are interrupting something very important to me. Please leave."

She glared at him for what seemed like hours, her eyes almost glittering with irritation. Xena wondered what he would do now.

[⚜ Estivel]

Dumir was slightly shocked at the transformation that had occurred in only a mere seconds. Would she have treated him that way if he had acted differently as well? Or did she act this way because he was a stray? He leaned forward as Aran's face morphed into one of pure disappointment. He was obviously looking for an easy catch, and the lecture he received was more than he had bargained for. However, it would ruin his reputation if it got out that he had just turned around and left without a word. So instead he flicked his tail up, trying his best to think fast.

"I am pretty sure I wasn't wrong."
Aran continued to smile, obviously trying to imitate a human's. Too little time around others of his kind.
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll be around."

With that Aran left, lifting his tail up high like a flag as he triumphed over his small victory. Hopefully that one comment would stop anything from happening between the two; he didn't think someone like Dumir deserved such a beauty. That cat was, after all, cold. He ended up leaving an angry Dumir. What was he implying? His lips rose slightly as he showed the retreating stray his teeth before standing up and turning his head towards Xena. The fur on the back of his neck lay down at the sight of her furious.

"I apologize for that, Xena. It was probably my fault that he came over here. If there is anything I could do..."

Dumir stopped himself, suddenly realizing what he was saying. He apologized occasionally, but it was rare for him to admit it was his fault. Did he indeed have feelings for Xena? And if so, what would that lead to. The Toyger bowed his head slightly, waiting for her response anxiously.

[kitten;]

He was a cold, rude jerk, and he believed that to be a small success? Ugh. Xena rolled her eyes. Anyone with a brain would've seen that he had done anything but win, but apparently he hadn't. And talking wasn't going to stop anything; he was bad at it, after all.

Xena jumped down from the fence after Aran was entirely out of sight, sheathing her claws and un-puffing her tail. She held it limp behind her, obviously not wanting to get angry like that anytime soon. She listened as Dumir blamed himself for that quietly, speaking only when she saw the look in his eyes. He was shocked at how she had reacted. And yes, he was anxious for her response. She looked at Dumir, her green eyes now...normal but full of curiosity.

"No, it's not your fault that he came over here, Dumir. It's mine. If you weren't even here, he would've come over anyway, I suppose. But then I might've acted differently and actually been nice to him, and you would've been the one walking away like that."

It wasn't often that she blamed herself, but this time she knew it was her fault. Dumir shouldn't hold himself responsible for that. And anyways, it was bound to happen sometime or another. And if Aran had come earlier and Dumir hadn't...Xena probably would've been nice to him and let him have an easy catch. Thank goodness Dumir had come first.

She almost groaned when she realized how many cats she was going to have to met like that on those terms; they wouldn't leave her alone, Xena guessed. Hopefully soon they would realize she wasn't interested.

The Ocicat sighed, and looked down at her silver paws for a moment before glancing up to watch his reaction.

[⚜ Estivel]

Relief was the first emotion that came across his face. She didn't blame him, yet at the same time she shouldn't blame herself either. That part bothered her, but he didn't want to start an argument so he just pushed it aside for a later time.

"I'm glad that didn't happen."
Dumir was close to purring, truly thankful he had met her before the rest of their neighbors. He hadn't been this relaxed and comfortable with a cat in... well, he never really had, now that he reflected on the feeling. It was an odd experience being around her; it felt almost like he had butterflies in his chest, as the expression went. The silence was getting a tad long due to his reflecting, so he chose to push it to the back of his mind for the moment until he had a time where he could really go over today's events. The day was, after all, nearing to a close. Yet he didn't want it to end. The thoughtful frown he had been wearing morphed once more into his smile. It was getting harder to control his thoughts, and thus the emotions he portrayed to the outside world.

"I am sorry for that though. I should have known that all the local toms would swarm this way to meet the exotic Xena. Would you like to go somewhere else instead of to the lake? We'll probably meet quite a few more cats there now that it's getting dark."

The compliment sounded a bit like flirting, which made him slightly uncomfortable. Dumir was good at flirting because he never thought much of it, and most knew it didn't mean anything. However he didn't know how she would see it. He would have thought that he made it clear he liked her, but apparently not even the stray could tell. The urge to get closer fought with him, but then again, he didn't want to get too close if she wanted to only be a friend. Head throbbing once more with the promise of a headache later, Dumir wrapped his tail around his front paws, starting to feel the cold of the night begin to set in due to his thin summer coat that hadn't begin to thicken now that the fall weather had begun.