always gold || skyy

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[attr="class","text"]Lion could taste the yawn on his tongue, balancing there, waiting for just the right moment. His whiskers were forward, mouth parted ever so slightly, waiting for it. The thick sunlight beamed down onto the soft grass of the yawn, the chattering voices of his humans loud and clear from the open screen door as they bustled about inside. However, that was not his concern. No, Lion had one thing to focus on, and that was stretching back just far enough… All four paws stretched away from him, behind his head, belly to the sky, collar shifting around his neck. Finally, the yawn broke loose as he released his muscles, going limp against the soft ground without a second thought.

“I could sleep here forever,” he meowed loudly, toward the open screen. One of the humans looked toward him and gave a laugh, but that was all that became of it. However, the noise was music to his ears, and Lion straightened, long fluffy tail twitching behind him. In all honesty, lying there in the sunlight against the grass would have been the best way to spend the day. However, he had things to do, and humans to pester, so sleeping would have to wait. At least until afternoon bath time. The tom gave a shake of his head and slowly climbed to his paws, immediately giving his long pelt a shake.

Territory came first however, and no matter how small it was, he had to make sure it was all marked correctly. Especially given the silly humans wouldn’t let him do a second round inside the house. Sometimes he wondered if they really did want the place protected from intruders. Slowly, the tom pranced his way to the fence, crouching down and tensing his muscles, before smoothly leaping up onto the wooden frame, peering out over the next yard. The place was as empty as ever, beyond the shimmering of the fish in the pond in the back garden. For a moment, Lion found himself staring at them, ears pricked, tail still behind him.

No, there would be plenty of time for that later. Territory first, right. Lion have a shake of his head, and turned, moving along the old wooden panes, one foot on top, one lower on the supporting beam as he shuffled along to the front of the house. That was the ideal place to start, surely? "h-hello...? erm...anyone there? oh! yes, you! could you maybe guide me back to the forest?" The sudden voice as he appeared at the other end of the house, made the tom stop in his tracks, amber eyes wide, surprised. Now there was a cat he didn’t recognise. A flash of movement across the street said that Mickey had been the cat this one had spotted too.

A small grin plastered itself across the tom’s face as he squeezed his way under a few overhanging branches of a hedge tree, before finally reaching the corner of the fence. Sure enough, a cat stood there, sighing like he’d just lost his one true love to the cutter. Immediately, Lion couldn’t help but give a small chuckle, as he crouched low, peering over the edge and down at the cat below. Well, he certainly didn’t look like he was from around there He was thinner than most cat she saw, with a pelt that was a little bit scragglier than Lion was used to seeing. There was also something odd about his mouth from that angle. Oh well, he seemed cute enough.

“Don’t worry about him. A bee could fly past and Mickey would be running like the dogs are coming,” the tom meowed, voice loud, clear, and with an amused purr twisted into his words. Immediately, Lion wasted no time in leaping down off the fence next to the cat, and straightening. His long tail flicked and twisted behind him, pelt fluffed out even against the growing heat of the day. “You said something about the forest, didn’t you?”

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[attr="class","text"]From the new angle it was easy to see that the other tom’s mouth did not quite sit right. The overbite and award splaying of the tom’s teeth sat awkwardly across the tabby’s face, a unique feature that had Lion’s gaze hooked. However, it was truly something different, and the house cat found himself intrigued. He’d only see teeth like that from cats who’d fallen into a running with a car. Was that the case here too? Lion didn’t seek an answer, instead diverting his gaze from the way the cat’s tongue peeked through his teeth as he snapped his head up. Lion offered a warm purr in response, ears pricking up and tail held straight in the air behind him, beyond the occasional flick.

"Ah, let's see, hm...Yes, yes I did!" The house cat’s whiskers twitched with amusement. Had he really startled the cat enough that he’d forgotten what he was asking? Maybe it was a car after all. Poor fellow. However, he had Lion interested enough regardless, so the tom sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws carefully, tip twitching at his side. “I come from ThunderClan! You know them, right?” The clans? He’d heard of them from other cats, but certainly hadn’t gotten that close to actually know anything beyond that they were a collection of feral cats who lived together under a name. However, he also knew may cats wouldn’t have a clue. “The four powerful clans of the forest - well, five if you count RiverClan, but I certainly don't! Am I right? Am I right? Tell me I'm right!"

He guessed RiverClan were some sort of rival to ThunderClan, in that case? It all seemed like a bit of a kitten’s game really, rival groups and whatnot. It had an amused grin settling across the house cat’s features as he gave a little laugh. “I’ll make sure to remember that they don’t count for the future,” he promised with a purr, flicking his tail out against the tom’s leg as the stranger nudged his pelt with a paw. This cat seemed nice enough regardless, even if he was a feral as it sounded. Not that ferals were usually all that bad. However, they were a bit too… keen to fight for his tastes.

"Name's Chipmunktooth, my pal! It's a pleasure to meet you!" What an odd name. Yet, he could see the relevance, he certainly looked like a chipmunk with fur like that, and the teeth… well those were a little hard to ignore. Even if there was a certain charm to the cat. Lion straightened, giving another chuckle. “The pleasure’s all mine. Lion of Clarendon’s the name, though most just stick to Lion.” The ginger and white tom’s amber eyes glowed as he glanced back toward the fence Mickey had disappeared over. No doubt he’d resurface later, but for now, it didn’t seem like he was coming back. “So, you’ve managed to get yourself a little lost, then? We’re a bit far away from the forest, here in Mason Street. Though not far enough not to make it back that way before sunset,” he meowed.

However, that did beg the question… Lion tilted his head. “What’s a feral like yourself doing so far from home, though? I wouldn’t have thought you’d want all that much to do with the humans and streets.”