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An Awkward Encounter wrote:Daylight began to dim as the sun sank into the sky as Horizon padded through the desert, feeling a hunger rumble through her stomach. She stretched her wings, mulling over how to find something to eat. As Horizon wandered through the maze of cacti, she caught the scent of fresh prey. She licked her lips and quickly picked up her pace.
A small distance away, Roulette stood within her little camp. “Slowly, slooowly-,” she muttered to herself as she attempted to curate her small campfire, having been lucky enough to catch a healthy cottontail in her travels and eager to have a good sear on the meat. “Aha!” Finally! A spark that had properly started a flame, consuming the wood and grass within its grasp.
Setting her spit at the proper angle over the building fire, Roulette gathered some more dry grass hurriedly to try and keep it going while she prepared her evening feast. Carefully she carved her prey, setting it upon a rock to finish preparing before she heard…
Pawsteps? This far out in the desert? Roulette cautiously turned her body and gazed towards the direction she could hear the approaching creature, or individual- hoping it wouldn’t be too big in hopes of not destroying her little makeshift camp.
Nearing the scent's origin, Horizon's paws began to slow in their trot, eagerness replaced with confusion as new smells began to flood her nostrils. Her fur bristled as the smell of cinder tinged her nose. Her focus on the fire didn't last long before the smell of a stranger caught her attention. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and Horizon shrunk in her place.
The cat's head ducked below the arms of the cacti, peering through the gaps between the plants. Her white eyes scanned the area thoroughly before they finally laid upon the stranger she had detected. With a shiny face and golden feathers, Horizon had never seen this stranger before.
Her gaze soon found the rabbit upon the rock, and her stomach ached again. Horizon wondered if maybe… just maybe, she could sneak by and snatch up that rabbit…
Roulette’s pawsteps lightened as she attempted to peer through the gaps in the large spikey stocks, cautiously awaiting any confrontation.
Then, the sounds of movement came to a halt. Unsteadily, she crept towards the direction she was focused upon, uttering a purposeful “Hello?” with almost some demand in her voice. She made sure her wings were in the position to take to the sky to evade.
Horizon's ears pressed against her head as the stranger called out, sighing to herself for her failed espionage. She cursed herself in her mind before stepping into open view. “Sorry, sorry,” she called out, lifting a paw in a show of peace. “Just passing through.”
Horizon's eyes tried to stay on the shiny-faced stranger, but the rabbit upon the rock tempted her gaze away. Her stomach grumbled, urging her to take the meal for herself. “But, could I have the bones from that rabbit while I’m here?” she asked. “If you don't mind.”
With a bit of surprise and a slight delay in processing. “The… the bones?” Confused, Roulette turned behind her towards the rabbit briefly to make sure she was looking right.
“I mean, sure. I'm not sure what good they’re for, but uh, I see no harm in it,” she cautiously said, turning back to the stranger. “Do you need ‘em cooked or dried or anything?”
Horizon's ears perked up, the growling in her stomach softening as she trotted to the little camp. "A good char on 'em might be nice," she purred, nearly drooling from the sight of food. "Usually, they're all dried up from the sun since nobody else eats." Her tail swished behind her excitedly. "I don't mind the bones bein' crunchy, but there ain't nothin' like fresh bones."
Roulette, confused yet intrigued by this strange cat, began to work on the food. She carefully cooked the meat and bones, sparking up conversation with Horizon as she took advantage of the surprisingly pleasant company. They talked about their lives and their experiences, even sharing some bones when Horizon cracked one open for Roulette.
Eventually, the twilight came to an end and night blanketed the land. Roulette invited Horizon to take shelter for the night in her camp and the red cat accepted gleefully. Despite an awkward first memory, this duo has become a close set of friends and remember their first meeting fondly.