someone rp cats with me

(Ahh it's pretty cool because she and nothie look alike!
Here's a picture of him;


Nothie bounded through the underbrush, his excitement was obvious with every little leap. It was rare that he got to explore the stream that ran back into the forest behind his twoleg's den and he wanted to make the most of it while he could. Grass rustled beneath his paws and his collar's tags clinked against each other, making sure all the birds and mice in the area were far out of reach before he could even smell them. It had taken awhile, considering the stream went on for awhile, but he'd finally made it to the start of the treeline and excitedly worked his way into the forest. 

Nothie finally came to a halt in a small clearing where the grass faded into a circular area of dirt. He laid down on his stomach before rolling onto his back and shifting back and forth. Nothing felt better than getting dirt in his fur and ruffling it up in different places after his twolegs do their best to brush it and not let a single strand of fur stick out from the rest. He paused in his dust bath when he heard something rustle the grass behind him. Arching his back and tilting his head backwards to look upside down, Nothie started searching for the culprit. His ears twitched and eyes scanned, but nothing could be heard over the soft shivering of the tree's leaves and the sounds of bird calls. Never the less, Nothie rolled back over onto his stomach and kept scanning the area.

Nothie pushed himself to a sitting position when Duskpelt approached. He tilted his head to the side, getting a few clicks out of the tags. "Prey? Why on earth would I want to hunt?" He stood on all fours and shook himself off, sending little specks of dirt and dust in the air. "Well, hey! You're the one who smells like the water caves." He argued. "I know they're scary and loud, but maybe you should try to get your twolegs to groom you sometime soon. Your fur's all knotted."

A cat that didn't have twolegs? Nothie had met some strays in his time, but not even they had to hunt for themselves; twolegs would feed them too. The only reason any cats around here hunted was to return the favor of feeding them to their twolegs, but Nothie quickly realized that his twolegs didn't like him doing that. His lip curled to express his distaste for her suggestion. "Why would I want to eat mice? Their fur gets caught on my tongue and it's all messy. It might not be as warm as the mouse, but the meat my twolegs give me taste a lot better." He settled himself back down into a sitting position; making it clear he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "I don't get to get out often, so I'm going to make this worth my time. And- "little twolegs"? Are you sure you've seen them before?" he gave her a questioning look, turning his head to the left. "You know, tall, chirpy, furless almost tree-like creatures?"

(nah b/c I can't stay committed enough to join rps. Just needed something extra to do while watching youtube videos)

"It's not exactly that easy-" He made an example by turning his head to the right, which was met with the metal tags clicking together. "It wasn't so bad when I only had one, but ever since they put a second one on it's been really loud. It... actually wakes me up sometimes when I turn in my sleep." Nothie watched her with interest. There was something about this cat that he hadn't seen in any others. "If you're that hungry you should go back towards the twoleg dens. There's tons of food there."