Post by Day on Aug 22, 2017 17:16:25 GMT -5
Hi, okay so this is a jump in. I usually dont post this much, well sometimes i do, but by no means does anyone else have to. um, ya. gist of whats below, Bear, old grey russian tabby cat, he makes a yearly trek to see one of his friends. the journey is about 15 days long, but with all these mishaps that will hopefully come out in the roleplay, it will prolly take longer. idk exactly where this will go, but ya post your thoughts and we can develop from there. maybe it could be like a older fatherly figure, and a younger annoying one - they bond as they go. Although bear isnt 100 years old so if you wanna do friendship along the way or ~love~ by all means also.
From the moment he woke up, Bear knew his trek was going to be a bad one; whether it be from the terribly cold weather forcing him to keep moving, or the lack of food, anywhere, seriously, not even any homes with easily knocked over trash cans to be found, Bear just knew. He knew his trip was going to take longer than usual as well, as it never started getting this cold, this early. Although it could be argued that his fowl mood and misfortune was his own fault as every year, right before bare leaf, he would make the trek out West to visit one of his old friends. He made the walk from toronto to winnipeg, which was roughly fifteen days , depending on his pace. Though, as years passed, and as he aged every year, the journey had become more and more difficult.
As he walked, a shiver went right through him, his graying fur standing on end from not only the cold but from a small crack he had heard earlier. Usually, he wouldn't concern himself with noises such as this, as they usually ended up being a smaller animal of which he could hopefully feast upon, yet, here he was. Worried. The difference this time was, the crack, the sticks breaking, had become more consistent as he went on. Meaning, this was no small animal just passing through. He was being followed...hunted might be the more appropriate word. He let out a low huff , his breath easily visible, and decided to make a slight left into a more forest filled area, hoping to find coverage or rather, leverage in the trees.
Finding an old and dying pine, it seemed to be much taller than the rest, he began to climb. Whatever was following him would hopefully not be able to follow him. As he climbed, his old and chipped claws easily slipped into the dying bark. With each pull, he grew more and more tired. Bear was nearing about 5 branches up when his follower made and entrance. A coyote.
"of course." he grumbled under his breath. "At least he can't climb." Bear sighed and barely jumped to a thicker looking branch, he decided to wait out there, feeeling if anything, relived to rest his paws.
Day one had not been in his favor, he was tired, hungry and a bit lonely.
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