Before I start anything, does anyone want to do a jump- in?

I will ^^

Im assuming its a rouge RP?}


The ginger cat had been traveling for days without a sign of other living creatures. The shecat came from the city, and went on a journey in search of a new, and better life away from bustling city streets. She felt the cold breeze blowing through her thin pelt and bit back a growl of resentment. Any noise may disturb the already small amount of prey in the area. Life in the city had already made her thin, but going days without eating was unheard of for the ginger cat. Sure sometimes she didnt get a meal at night, but this experience had turned her into a walking skeleton, all her ribs showing.

{same for me, I may not be up to par}

The ginger city cat continued trekking onward, not paying attention to any scents around her. At the moment the only thing on her mind was finding somewhere warm to settle down for the night. Hunting would only be a distraction from the cold, and though her hunger was slowly killing her, the cold would kill her faster. Running would only deteriorate her energy, and she planned to get as far as possible before sleeping. In truth she was afraid to sleep, as she might never wake up. The ginger cat was beginning to regret her entire journey, and wished that she was back on the streets. At least in the city there were other cats around, here there was nothing but rock, rock and ice.

{Yes, unless you would Prefer otherwise}

No, I think it's better that we get our characters to interact before I lose interest in trying to think of just descriptive posts without dialogue.]

He quickened his pace, slinking forward through the rocks as fast as he could muster. Even though the breeze was cold, he began to pant, and little bits of saliva were beginning to develop on the sides of his mouth. Suddenly, he lurched forward, having wrenched his claw in a crevice on the ground. He hit the floor and let out a puff. A cloud of grit flew out around him, and he shook his head, dazed. Still on the floor, he waited for his vision to focus again before he got up. His ears went flat against his head as he saw a small ginger blur out before him.

The ginger cat lept back with a hiss of surprise. At first she was quite scared, a random cat just falling down infront of her. She quickly gave a relieved sigh, as that meant there had to be prey around here. "Could you please take me to your den?" She choked out, her voice ragged. The ginger cat didnt care if this was a stranger, as much as she didnt want to admit it, she was on the verge of death and needed some help. The tom had a strange scent about him, sort of mountainous, but another thing she couldn't exactly pinpoint.

{short post sorry}

A new bounce crept into the she cats step, the the thought of warmth and prey filled her with joy. "Thank you." Red meowed, her voice still ragged and weary. She padded after him, quickening her pace a little bit. She had so many questions that couldn't be answered right now. Where was she? Who is this Tom she just begged for shelter? Where even was his shelter? Are there other cats in the mountains? Red had gotten a bit overwhelmed.

(Alright cool! I'll jump in when I find an opportune moment )

"Not at all. I've traveled for many moons, escaping from the city." Red explained. She had assumed he lived in the mountains, his fur coat well suited to this environment. She was quite glad he made conversation, walking in silence was especially hard as she was usually a very chatty cat. When well fed and warm Red would never stop talking.

Just another step...Just another step... Was the only thought in Hazel's head as she struggled through the rough crags of the mountain. The golden-brown she-cat stood out like a sore thumb among the pale brown rocks, but she had had no choice but to venture up into the heights to escape a very persistent two-leg who seemed bent on catching her. Normally, Hazel would not have fought this desperately to escape, but there was a very specific reason for doing so. She was pregnant. And she just could not sit by and watch while a twoleg took her kits, which she was sure was the reason why they had been following her so persistently. So, she had escaped into the mountains and was currently making her way up, hoping to find some shelter where she could rest her exhausted, bleeding paws, and fill her stomach. And most importantly, she needed to find a safe place where she could have her kits.