I walk in Dreams!

[kenai]

The white cat made his way through the house pausing every now and again to look in each room, it hadn't taken him very long to learn the names that the kittypets called the twolegs and he was quite enjoying himself as he had nothing to worry about unlike when he lived in the clans and had to worry about trespassers and such. He still had to worry about stuff but it was not nearly as stressful as it had been in the clans, for the herbs were right outside and he had no need to search for them but nonetheless he still had to seek other herbs outside the yard and sometimes that meant trespassing on the clans land but so he must do if he was to help.
Sighing he padded to the kitchen where he knew he had a bowl of delicious tuna waiting, the twolegs were really kind and he tried to return the gesture as often as he could though it was difficult but still he tried, mewing softly he felt the hand of a small two leg as he petted him gently and continued on his way to his bowl and ate softly and calmly relaxing before he had to go on his patrol around the land he now lived in.
Sometimes clan cats liked to trespass and torture the other kittypets and he did not allow it.

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] The small kit pressed her tiny body against the rough surface of the Twoleg house. It scraped at her tender skin, nearly gouging her as it embedded painful splinters through her matted fur. However, she did not seem to notice. Rather than protest, she plowed right on, sprinkling sawdust all over the struggling blades of grass she mercilessly trod all over. Already, she had circled the construction several times, trying to muster up enough courage to actually submit and step over the treacherous threshold of the Twoleg nest. Finally, curiosity overwhelmed caution, and Mothkit scurried up the strange steps, nearly slipping on the haphazardly meshed together wooden slats. Her steps were heavy and clunked about, and she was dismayed to note that there was movement inside. Swiftly, she cowered just behind the tall, looming step, her legs crumpled beneath her and her ears pricked high. A whiff of scrumptious and tempting fish caught into her nostrils, though the stench of some strange liquid and Twoleg was carefully woven inside. A shudder passed through her as heavy steps that caused the ground to vibrate began. She waited for the sounds to fade and vanish before peeping her head over the step. Mothkit quickly clambered over the final step, her hind legs wind milling about as she struggled for purchase. She darted into the cracked open doorway and tumbled into something soft and leathery. She was soon entangled in the folds of some skin-like, smothering object. As she rolled about, she heard things clanking and was frightened. After a furious battle with the obstruction, she wrenched free from its vise-like grasp and careened right into a terrifyingly silver disk that spewed water in all directions. The kit was horrified, flustered, awkward, injured, and dripping wet all at the same instant. Her dark eyes sought out the pale cat she had seen a mere heartbeat before she splashed water everywhere. It was a tom with a thick coat as pallid as ivory, and whom carried with him the all-too familiar scent of Twolegs. He had the confidence of a kittypet who was not yet accustomed to the ferociousness of Clan cats, but held a hard look as though he had braved through a period of being a loner before submitting to these Twolegs. A strange specimen really. From her twisted position on the wooden floor of the nest, Mothkit peered up at this curiosity. “Oh. Hi,” she spit out weakly, attempting to keep her tone as neutral as one observing the weather, rather than observing the high ceiling of the place, the jaws of the cat upon which territory she intruded, and the slats of the floor all at the same time. It was quite an uncomfortable position, so she wriggled about until she was in a crouch. Anxiety trickled through her, as well as a burning sensation to her fur. How utterly humiliating to be trapped in such a situation! What would her mother- Oh, her mother. “Such a disgrace to the family! How is it that such a clumsy thing as you is related to someone such as me? Why can’t you be more like your sisters? Blah blah what a disgrace, blah blah humiliation, blah blah never live this down.” Oh the perks of being related to an ambitious, evil cat. Wait, where and what was she doing again? Mothkit’s mind snapped back to the present, though a shudder passed through her. It was almost as if she could sense Silverclaw’s presence right there beside her, nagging her about her foolishness and clumsiness again. As if mentioning it one more time would change anything. “So, uh… You smell interesting,” she said brightly, demonstrating her great social sense (it would develop in time hopefully). “Mothkit lies” “Honestly, what is wrong with you Mothkit!?” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 624 Tags; Dreamwalker OoC; I still think it’s such an awesome name!

[kenai]

Dreamwalker had been eating peacefully for like five minutes before he heard the noises nearby and mewed softly annoyed that he had been so rudely interrupted while he was eating, who could possibly want to come in a twoleg house unless it was another kittypet and he was the only one who lived in this particular house.

Sighing he cleaned up before going to investigate the noises, whoever it was would pay for trespassing and found a kit dripping wet and she seemed to be slightly hurt though he could tell it wasn't life threatening but still he felt sympathetic and went over to her.

You know, its not safe to be roaming around without someone going with you.

He watched as she shivered and he tipped his head in question, it did not look like she was cold but perhaps she was thinking of her past which wasn't good from what he could tell; He wanted to help her but he was not sure if she would allow him to clean her up any or eat with him, he had some food left and he could not send her away in her present state.

Come with me young one, I am called Dreamwalker. I have some food over here for you if you would like to eat.