- - [ resurgence - open ]

(No worries! Ah yes. XD)
(Hm… Much like Frazzle here, I don’t have much in mind. If any cat would like to run into them, I’d be fine with that. Or if you wanted them to run into a predator, we could do that~ no puma though, since I think that is being saved for a much later plot on one part of the mountain. We could have a small hunt, but unless it is easy prey, Frazzle's chances of catching something are slim. Or we could just have a largely uneventful first exploration, until/unless we have some sort of inspiration. XD I'm fine with anything really.)


Frazzle
Location: Edge of Twolegplace
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Frazzle shook excess snow from his paws, and glanced back just in time to catch the last moment of Cheeto's epic landing. His whiskers twitched in amusement, and his eyes were bright with ideas of the adventures they'd have. Their brightness intensified at the tom's brave comment about pumas, and that wide grin returned to Frazzle's face. He threw back his head with a hearty laugh.

“HAH! Indeed! You hear that?! Prepare yourself pumas! You shall need it to have any hope of escape!” Frazzle bellowed into the forest, his voice echoing eerily throughout the lonely wood. It almost seemed quieter after the last echoes of his voice faded into the depths of the forest. Frazzle glanced back over at Cheeto as the snow-troubled tom hopped up to the hardened drift beside him, remarking about the snow with exasperation.

“Never,” Frazzle lied in tease, his fluffy orange and white tail swishing with amusement at the toms struggles with the sticky snow. A little bit of snow also remained on Frazzle’s fur from their earlier tussle. He snorted at Cheeto’s attempts to rid of it. “If I recall correctly, it doesn’t stick like that on the coldest days,” he mused more honestly then, looking upward at the grey-blue sky. The sun would shine brighter some days more than others, and whenever it did, soaking up its rays was always a sort of bliss in the leafbare season. After a few more moments for good measure, he elaborated on the truth, “Give it a few more moons, and it will start getting warmer. The snow melts every newleaf.”

Frazzle returned his gaze to the shadowy, clawlike trees before them. He watched Cheeto trot forward, eager but a tad cautious, like a kit exploring something for the first time. Well he had said that it WAS his first time out here. He padded forward at a more leisurely pace, sniffing at a spiny bush and then at a set of deer tracks. At Cheeto’s call, his ears perked and he lifted his head. He tilted his head as he pondered the tom’s question. He lifted his hind leg and scratched at his ear as he thought. He knocked off a small crust of snow in the process. “Mmmm…. Alright, Cheetah. Now how far were you wanting to go? In these parts, there are a few spots I can think of.” Frazzle stopped scratching and looked around. He first looked to a relatively open part the forest, trees placed further apart with several tail lengths between each. “There’s the rocky place… all sorts of fun nooks and crannies there.” His gaze shifted to another spot, where the leafless trees were packed more densely together. “Then again, I wonder if there are any mice left at the bowing tree…” His gaze kept shifting over the the various pathway options. One might think he was planning all sorts of possible pathways, but Frazzle was never really one to plan much of anything. He mostly got by following his impulses as they came. Any actual planning he did often ended up unfulfilled, or very much delayed.

He cast a sideways glance at Cheeto, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Or we could go deeper in and see what we can find.”

(Sure! Sounds good! “Soul Brothers” I like that. XD)


Frazzle
Location: Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Cheeto’s gaze opened at Frazzle’s last option, and there was an energy in the plump tom’s gaze that told Frazzle everything he needed to know. He knew that energy very well. Next thing he knew, Cheeto was dashing headlong into the wood. Frazzle watched him go for the first couple of seconds, then took off after him with a short bout of laughter. The muted crunches of their pawsteps was soon all he could hear as the thin brown claws of branches flashed by above their heads. His ears stood tall and his tail would have been even taller if not for the speed at which they progressed. The two orange toms likely stood out in their muted surroundings, but it wasn't as if they cared much about that. Adventure was afoot!

Cheeto’s haunches ploughed ahead of him by a good couple tail-lengths, and about half a tail-length to the right. Had he been right behind, he surely would have gotten some snow smacked into his face. It was a peculiar thing, watching the other cat’s haunches. It wasn’t that Frazzle had any particular fascination about butts~ stars forbid! He’d gladly leave that peculiarity to the dogs. No. It was just that Frazzle wasn’t accustomed to having a friend quite as exuberant as himself. It wasn’t often that he’d be dashing after another. For so long, he’d always been dashing headlong into this or that, passing others by, or dragging them along. But in this moment… it felt like a weight he never knew was there was being lifted off his chest.

Frazzle broke from his thoughts as a smiling face turned to peer back at him. The unruly tom was already grinning ear to ear (not literally), but he waggled his tail in response. Then he saw a wiry section of thick, but leafless bushes coming up in front of Cheeto. His eyes widened and a thrill of energy rushed to his paws. “Bush!” he called, veering off to the right side of the bushes with a cackling churr. Would Cheeto notice in time? Who was going to make it to the other side first? With a burst of determination, he put on some extra speed as he bounded around to the other side of said bushes. As he broke past the patch of bushes, he watched intently on his left for a flash of striped orange in amongst the more monotone colours of leafbare.

(If he does not see Cheeto, he will likely slow and possibly circle back. If he does see him, he will likely carry on running as he is. XD Feel free to do anything you want.)

(Lol! Yep! XD)


Frazzle
Location: Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X])

Frazzle slowed, panting lightly as he looked around for his new orange friend. The tom was nowhere to be found. He came to a stop in the snow, and for a few moments, all he could hear was his own breath. But if he listened closely, he was sure he could hear a rattling sound coming from the bushes. Did Cheeto…?

A loud cry that echoed out from the thick wiry bushes confirmed his suspicions. Frazzle couldn’t help but huff a quiet laugh, and he started forward once more at a slower pace. His long unruly fur never really got along well with bushes. Frazzle could recall getting stuck more than once and when he wasn’t careful, it still happened. Heh. Once he had gotten stuck in a patch of bush so long, he nearly starved before someone came to his rescue. He had never been more glad for all his friends in the twolegplace, who gladly fed him back to health. Don’t worry Cheetah, Frazzle thought. You won’t be left to starve. Prepare to be dazzled.

As he wordlessly circled the bush, he kept studying the edge of it, searching for some sort of irregularity. These sorts of bushes often had some sort of trail or opening from the larger passing creatures looking for a temporary place of shelter. Frazzle’s ears perked with a short prrrrup when he spotted a small dark gap in the side of the bushline. It was made all the more obvious by the absence of leaves. Frazzle halted in his tracks and turned to approach the entrance. He had to force back a purr of pleasure as he plotted his sneaky approach. He hesitated only a moment before entering into the gap. It was tight, but it was at least passable. The branches tickled against him and tugged at his fur. The subtle rattling his passing caused made his approach not quite as sneaky as he had intended.

At last the small trail opened to a flattened patch of branches and snow within the bushes. The barren branches above thinned enough to let a bit more light. Frazzle squinted for a moment at the cool leafbare light, before circling the small clearing. He peered into the surrounding bush, trying to see through the thick barren branches. In which direction was Cheeto, again? Would this convenient pocket be close enough? “Psst!” Frazzle hissed into the bush, his ears swivelling for a telltale sign of his orange friend. "Did I hear a Cheetah stuck in this bush?" he meowed in a hushed tone.

(Lol. It's one of those things that sticks to you for the rest of your life. XD)

(I'll try to get up a response soon. I just got a new job and it's garden crunch time, so I might be a bit slower than usual. ^^ Though I look forward to getting back to the adventures of Frazzle Dazzle and Cheeto the Cheetah! ^^)

Frazzle
Location: A Bush in the Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

The response came loud and clear. And much closer than Frazzle had expected. The tomcat jumped in surprise, causing some of the overhanging branches to rattle. Then he grinned at the sound of his name called oh so joyfully. What a pleasant thing to hear!

“Well my dear Cheetah, bushes can be quite the greedy creatures. They take as much as they can and really don’t like to let go. Such clingy things, bushes are,” Frazzle rambled amusedly. He really mustn’t extend things as much as he was, but he couldn’t help but tease the tom. Even so, enough was enough.

“Alright. I am here. Can you tell where I am by the direction of my voice?” Frazzle had positioned himself on the side of the cozy little bush nest closest to where he had last heard Cheeto’s voice. “Like I said, bushes are greedy, so backing up will be difficult. But sometimes, they might let you move forward~ that is unless you’re stuck in a bramble. Luckily for the both of us, it isn’t a bramble!” He gave a short laugh. Frazzle started to paw at the branches before him. One small branch snapped. Then another. It was easier doing in leafbare than at any other time of year. “Look for any sort of gaps in the branches and come towards my voice,” he instructed, his voice suddenly sounding strangely calm and sincere, but not lacking its usual warmth. He smiled on nonetheless.

Frazzle
Location: A Bush in the Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Frazzle kept pushing branches aside, trying to make the way at least a little clearer. Cheeto’s meow was getting closer, sounding more excited and encouraged as he went. He couldn't help but snort and churr in amusement at some of the things the other tom said. This tom was a riot! Before long there was a rustle before him and that familiar tabby orange face popped up a mere whisker length from his own. He caught a whiff of that interesting twoleg smell. “Why hello again.” Frazzle slight smile grew to a grin. The orange and white tom was completely unaffected by their proximity as he carried on in his typical dramatic way. “Likewise! Congrats on making it! Glad to know the bush hadn’t eaten you for good.” His eyes widened all of the sudden as if a thought occurred to him, but there was the tiniest mischievous curl to his lip. “Or haaaas it?”

With a smirk, he stepped back until the branches at the far end of the small clearing brushed against his tail. His tail swished to show off the little nook in which they now stood. Faint muted light shone down from the sparser branching above. The groundcover was a mixture of old mulchy leaves and snow; the shadows of the branches crisscrossed the small clearing. There was space enough for three cats to fit with relative comfort. “Welcome to the belly of the bush.” Frazzle had conveniently placed himself in front of the subtle exit path, concealing it from Cheeto’s sight unless the tom tried to peer around him.

Frazzle
Location: A Bush in the Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Frazzle sat with satisfaction at Cheeto’s response, his tail curling around his paws. The faintest breeze from the hidden tunnel touched the fur of his back with it's cold touch. If Cheeto liked places like this, there were so many other things Frazzle would love to show the fellow tom going forward. Excitement prickled his paws at the thought, and he shuffled them happily.

He followed Cheeto’s gaze to the den-like space. It really was pretty cool. It was places like these that got him to like bushes again after his own drastic misshap. Upon Cheeto’s mention of a ‘whole group’ of cats, Frazzle began picturing the place around them crammed with feline creatures. Cats pressed uncomfortably against the bush branches, and other cats squished between those cats, all grumbling and wriggling about as they tried to get about their business. Frazzle let out out an involuntary prrrrip, followed by a short bout of laughter. “A whole group, eh? Now that’d be a riot!” he prrowed with a wide grin.

Frazzle blinked out of his imaginings when a pair of intent amber eyes begged his attention. He curled his lip in thought, tilting his gaze to the top right, then to the left. The intensity of his friend’s gaze was nearly blinding, making it hard to meet it directly. “Maybe. Maybe not.” His head tipped from one side to the other. “I usually only find these bellies from some sort of trail. Probably by some larger creature.” He added a spooky accent to the last two words. His tone lowered as he went on. “But who’s to know if trailless bushes have a belly? Perhaps the hapless creatures that stumble upon them get trapped within, never to see the outside world ever again…”

Frazzle
Location: A Bush in the Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Bush pumas? A chill passed through Frazzle’s bones at the thought. Did pumas ever come to live in bushes? Frazzle wouldn’t know. He had never met one. As Cheeto fretted and paced, looking around for the exit, Frazzle merely sat there with his jaws slightly parted, staring at nothing in particular with wide, distant eyes. Something tickled within his chest as he tried to imagine meeting a bush puma~ it was exciting and terrifying all wrapped together in a delightful package of pure adventure.

A sudden prod from the orange tabby snapped him out of his revelry. He blinked a few times as he tried to put together what they were doing again. “Behind-? Oh!” Frazzle peered over his shoulder and upon seeing the tunnel, he remembered what he had been doing. He flashed Cheeto a cheeky grin and stepped aside, revealing the small trail. “Whaaaaat? How did that get there?” he meowed squeakily, an oh-so-obviously fake reaction. His lingering scent undeniably came from the tunnel, further proving that he had known it was there all along.

(Ahahah. Glad you are enjoying it! :3)

(No worries! I completely understand. I might get pretty busy myself as the next weekend nears. ^^')

(Ooh, awesome! I hope you have fun!)
(I have a combination of family coming and increasing work responsibilities to deal with. XD)

(Yep! XD I might not get a response in until Sunday. But we'll see what I can do.)

(I made it! ^^ Mwahahaha!)

Frazzle
Location: A Bush in the Forest
With: Cheeto
([X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] )

Frazzle steadily kept the orange tabby tom’s squinty glare and could barely hold back a cheeky grin as he feigned a look of innocence. Had the twoleg companion grown tired of this adventure already? But as the tom growled, Frazzle was quick to catch onto the purr in his voice. Apparently Cheeto wasn’t quite as upset as he appeared and Frazzle couldn’t help but admire his showmanship. His cheeky grin burst free shortly after he was called a bush puma, at the same time that Cheeto’s tail tapped Frazzle’s nose. Next moment, the orange tabby was gone, the very same tail vanishing into the small trail.

He only stayed long enough to wiggle his ticklish nose a couple times, then slipped into the trail after the other tom. The branches tugged a little more on the way out than the way in for the longfurred tom. Frazzle lost a couple of small knotted patches of his thicker winter fur, and gained a few small twigs in his fur here and there. The closer he got to the exit, the more space there was and the easier it was to move forward. It wasn’t long before he could see the light brightening ahead.

He popped out of the bush shortly after his name was called, and he stopped outside the exit to shake himself. One larger stick shook free from his pelt. The bedraggled tom looked up to see Cheeto trotting eagerly, and any irritation gained from the troublesome bushtravel quickly dispersed in the light of his friend’s excitement. He bounded over to the fellow tom and travelled onwards, trotting along through the snowy wood. Fortunately for them, the snow was not quite as deep this far into the forest. “And what if I was a bush puma?” Frazzle called inquiringly to the other tom as they went. He wore an amused smirk and a sparkle lit his gaze.