Post by Jane on Apr 2, 2019 1:41:46 GMT
i must be the devil's daughter
The wilderness is teeming with life, and all Jane can do is settle in and appreciate it.
Creatures chittering and leaves rustling—she feels the wind against her fur and closes her eye for a moment or two before she stretches her paws out in a long, languid stretch. Her hind quarters rise, her tail arching with it, before she straightens up and opens her eye again.
No hesitation now—not that she ever hesitates—Jane leaps from her perch on a small outcropping of rocks and starts to pad across the leaves. Something that fascinates her the most about this area is the smell of so many cats. Back in the city, most cats started to blend together. Either they were friendly, or they weren't. But here, she can smell the Claws on the breeze—and she can smell several kinds of unallied cats that don't call any particular group home.
But what really intrigues her is the clan cats.
She's gotten close enough to smell them and to know that each clan smells a little different from the other. She knows that they patrol their borders and mark the boundaries with their scents to deter anyone from the outside. Unfortunately for them, Jane's never been intimidated by a little odor.
She can smell one of the clans now as she makes her way through the trees. There's nothing in particular she's looking for now—just wandering, mostly. Wondering where the Claws should head next. She pauses beside a tree and turns to dig her claws into it, kneading a bit and peeling away loose pieces of bark.
For a little while longer, she wanders, but never too far. She has a clan of her own that needs her. Pretty soon she'll turn back—but not just yet.
Creatures chittering and leaves rustling—she feels the wind against her fur and closes her eye for a moment or two before she stretches her paws out in a long, languid stretch. Her hind quarters rise, her tail arching with it, before she straightens up and opens her eye again.
No hesitation now—not that she ever hesitates—Jane leaps from her perch on a small outcropping of rocks and starts to pad across the leaves. Something that fascinates her the most about this area is the smell of so many cats. Back in the city, most cats started to blend together. Either they were friendly, or they weren't. But here, she can smell the Claws on the breeze—and she can smell several kinds of unallied cats that don't call any particular group home.
But what really intrigues her is the clan cats.
She's gotten close enough to smell them and to know that each clan smells a little different from the other. She knows that they patrol their borders and mark the boundaries with their scents to deter anyone from the outside. Unfortunately for them, Jane's never been intimidated by a little odor.
She can smell one of the clans now as she makes her way through the trees. There's nothing in particular she's looking for now—just wandering, mostly. Wondering where the Claws should head next. She pauses beside a tree and turns to dig her claws into it, kneading a bit and peeling away loose pieces of bark.
For a little while longer, she wanders, but never too far. She has a clan of her own that needs her. Pretty soon she'll turn back—but not just yet.
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NOTES: i love jane and i want y'all to love her too thanks
