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Cosmo let out a small gasp. "Not deserving of pedigrees? Not deserving of pedigrees?!" His eyes bulged in anger "How dare you. You know nothing about me or pedigree, if you knew, you wouldn't have dared say that to my face. I suggest you stop gracing me with your opinions on my lifestyle, because you know nlthknf! Nothing I tell you. You probably dont even know what caviar is!" He shot her a disgusted look before continuing in silence.


{I love how that was just morally acceptable.}

Cosmo shuddered as she mentioned the Twolegs putting their show cats to sleep. He didnt think that would have happened to him, but for a moment he was glad to be leaving. "What do you mean you've seen it up close?" He asked quietly.

{that sounds like a great lifestyle, not going to lie. "Sorry everyone im just a bit stressed, im going to go act like a cat for a few hours dont disturb me."}

"I used to live by this old cat named Sparkplug. He looked exactly like you, only his Siamese points were bright orange. He grew old and his owners called a vet over to the house. Through the window, I saw him get a shot from the vet- and he was gone, quick as that. Not that I missed him, he spent all the time complaining he was better than us rogues and loners. Not even his owners really seemed to miss him- they were focused on his many kits and breeding them as much as possible. The endless show cat cycle."

(Mozart was pretty great though. He also was a Freemason, and his last opera is actually basically a shrine to Freemasonry. Although his kids all died right after birth and he angered more people than he befriended)

[ You can rejoin? With a different character of course but please feel free to rejoin if you want! ]

Annie, of course, didn't think too much of it. She called most adults "auntie" or "uncle" unless they specifically told her not to. Storm did not try and correct her, choosing instead to let her build her family that way. But he did choose which adults she could be around, more often than not it was one of the dock cats or, more recently, Sirius. "It's south of the Construction Zone so.. not too big of a walk. It's really falling apart though" She padded along, hopping on paint cans and wood piles, climbing up and down on everything she could. "Dad says that when I get big I'll get to have my own nest, my own den. I'll get to pick my bed time, if I want a bed time at all, but he says even grown up needs sleep. When I grow up- I'll be strong enough to reach the branches that I'll need to reach to climb the trees you get to climb when you're grown up. Do you think that there will be many trees in our new home? I like the ones in Maplewood Park but– I dunno. They're so little, and sickly."

Chester was watching Lake Lane from his fence when he spotted a group of wild cats. Wild cats! He had certainly never seen anything like them before! Deciding to go for an adventure, he jumped off the fence and followed them, his yellow jingle bell clanking with noise. Perhaps he could become friends with them! They seemed to be in a hurry, so he remained quiet, deciding to let them notice him first.

Chester, looking around, found that nobody seemed to notice him. Nobody knows I'm here! What fun!, he thought. I'm stealthy like a real wild cat! He was instantly pushed back by a large dark brown striped tom with a long, ringed tail. "Hey, Junior, move it. We don't need little house cats like you, this is for us rogues only."
Chester looked up at him. "But I can be big and strong! I can be a wild cat just like you!"
Giovanni, the tabby tom he was talking to, recoiled in disgust at his striped collar. "Not with that tacky collar, you won't. It looks like a squirrel designed that thing." He remembered his own collar- a black one with white stitching and an iron-metal G-shaped tag on it that was originally on an old Twoleg mailbox. His was refined- this fabric collar looked horrendous.
"What's wrong with my collar?" asked Chester, his head tilted in confusion.
"It's plain ugly. And you're going to have a tough time being stealthy with that loud bell. And you're a lone kit with no experience! You won't survive out there, kid. Go back wherever you came from."

Chester backed up a bit when he heard Storm scold Giovanni, but he relaxed once Storm became more warm and addressed him instead. "Yes! I want to become friends with all the wild cats! I always thought it would really fun to be friends with them." Giovanni rolled his eyes at the young orange tabby male. What an idiot. Does he not know that he's more likely to die out here than to make friends?, he thought to himself. Chester remained blissfully unaware of the fact that Giovanni and Rabbit were glaring at him, following Storm happily.

(stealth puns for the win)

"Life out here is hard, boy. It's not fun. It's dangerous." Storm addressed the happily clanging kitten. "First things first, before any of this, I need to know two things" Leaning down, Storm stared into Chester's eyes, unblinking with a very serious expression. "First, what is your name." There was a glimmer of humor in his gold gaze, "The second question, I'll ask you when the night is over. After that, we'll know where you stand."

"I hope so, and I want to see billions of stars. I want to see the sky lit up with them. Do you think we'll see shooting stars?" She didn't exactly wait for a response as Annie was practically vibrating with excitement. They eventually cleared the Construction Zone and she gasped loudly, "Oh look! There it is!" She chirped, gesturing with her paw towards the falling down house in the distance. It loomed, like a dark shadow in the backglow of the city lights. "Come on, Uncle Jackdaw! Everyone will be there!" She quickly took off, little paws thrumming against the dry earth, sending up little clouds of dust into the night.

[ I just had a super sad headcanon. ]

[ Storm, Chester, Gio and Rabbit can pick Azalea up? ]

"Well, not always. Sometimes the Twoleg kits at my nest would throw their dinner around so I would have to catch it," he explained. "I found it fun, the older Twolegs didn't." He thought for a while. "Death's just sleeping very long though. I would come back after a while. My mother said death was just a big sleep, so since I sleep every night, I would come back!" he explained, a spark of cheerfulness and blissful unawareness in his eye. "Why do you act like it's some kind of huge thing?"

(ooh what's the headcanon)

( One, maybe two. I'm only allowed to go on the computer about once or twice a day for about ten minutes each session, sometimes longer, most of the time shorter, so.. But I would like to join again, but only if it isn't inconvenient to you guys. I totally get it if it's too much trouble. :3 )