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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 16, 2011 15:47:20 GMT -5
Wheatley ran hard and fast, his heart hammering in his chest and his blood roaring in his ears. The young, nervous tod still wasn't quite sure what'd happened. One moment he'd been laying on top of his house, having a nice little nap, and the very next there was a loud CRASH as one of the bloody panels fell away.
The others had all made a run for it, and he had too, but now the poor fellow was really questioning the wisdom of that choice. He had no blinking idea where he was or what he was going to do now. Stumbling a little, the small tod came to rest next to a water trough. Nearby, a few stupid cows grazed, paying no attention to the panting bundle of white fur.
Bloody 'ell, he thought, laying his ears back and narrowing his blue eyes, Now what do I do?
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Post by peofun1 on Jun 16, 2011 18:54:33 GMT -5
Though the cows were usually not in any danger, York knew you could never be too careful. Foxes were cunning, his dad always told him. You'd be hanging around the chickens, watching the entrance and BAM! Some mangy little fox sneaks in through the back. And when he makes off with one hens, it's always the fault of the dog for not being two steps ahead.
So while the farmer went to work cleaning out the henhouse, the young Foxhound decided to patrol around the rest of the farm. His dark eyes scanned the tall grass between the cow's legs, looking out for that characteristic red coat. Yes, he'd chased foxes before. The little red nuances always turned tail when they saw him, pelting back to the safety of the woods, where they belonged.
York tilted his head when he picked up the scent of humans instead. At first he thought it may have been those nasty youngsters who liked to throw rocks, but when he spotted a bundle of white fur he knew that wasn't the case. Perking his ears in interest, the hound trotted towards what appeared to be a small white dog.
"Hey, you lost or something?" he asked, eying the stranger's thick pelt. It didn't look like any dog he had ever seen.
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 16, 2011 19:07:33 GMT -5
"'Ello!" the fox replied in a cheery voice, wagging his tail, "Actually, yes, I am rather lost. 'Ungry, too." He glanced around, then crept towards the friendly fellow talking to him, "I um, I seem to 'ave lost track of my friends. Rather skittish group. Anyway, I was wondering if there might be a slight chance of you giving me someplace to, ah, rest for a bit?"
You never could tell if a stranger was friendly or not, but it never hurt to ask.
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Post by peofun1 on Jun 16, 2011 19:31:14 GMT -5
This definately wasn't what he was looking for, but York's interest was piqued nonetheless by this strange newcomer. It seemed that he spoke just as funny as he looked, but the young dog was open to meeting new friends. Hopefully the farmer wouldn't mind if a stranger hung out for a bit.
"The barn's not to far from here." the hound said, pointing his nose towards a low-roofed building just beyond the cow's pasture. "C'mon, I'll show you."
York trotted off towards the barn, weaving confidently through the cows. "There's plenty of mice there, if you can catch 'em." he went on, "Though I usually let the cats take care of it. They'll leave us alone though, the cats."
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 16, 2011 19:39:35 GMT -5
"Stupendous, absolutely stupendous. That shelter will do marvelously," Wheatley said, wagging his tail in a friendly sort of way. "I know all about cats. I'm something of an expert on them, actually."
This, of course, was a complete and total lie. Wheatley wasn't exactly clear on what cats even were. However, he did want very badly to impress this fellow. Couldn't have too many friends, of course. OOC: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have saved up enough noms to go buy a cat!  |
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Post by peofun1 on Jun 16, 2011 19:54:18 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh awesome!  ) "Really? Maybe they'll like you, then." York cast a grin over his shoulder. He tried to stay away from the cats, under his father's advice. They typically minded their own business anyway, and didn't fancy any help from a dog. Plus there was that one time he stepped on one of their tails... The barn door was open as it usually was. Inside stacks of hay bales reached up to the flat, timbered ceiling. Around them loose piles of hay were scattered about; one of York's favorite spots to nap. As he nosed his way into the dim building he could see the reflection of several cats' watching eyes. Maybe they were just as curious about York's new friend. |
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 16, 2011 20:16:10 GMT -5
"What, exactly, do you think you're doing?" Scribbles meowed from her perch atop the hay, giving the dog a cold look. Was that idiot really bringing a fox into the barn? Really?
Just when the small brown tabby thought she'd figured out how dumb dogs really were, they sank below her estimations further.
Wheatley wagged his tail a little, looking up at the strange creature. So, that was a cat, he supposed. Odd little thing, wasn't it? Short face and hardly any fluff to the tail at all. Those yellow eyes were really something, though.
"'Ello luv!" he piped up in his most endearing voice, "I don't mean to intrude, I've just been invited to stay 'ere for a bit. I won't be a bother at all, miss, I promise. ...Er, you are a 'miss', right?"
The cat's eye widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger, and it slunk back into the shadows, bristling. Wheatley turned, giving the dog a grin, "Well, that went rather well, I'd say." |
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Post by NekoTsuki on Jun 16, 2011 20:24:09 GMT -5
Loki was having fun. Like, a lot of fun. Sure, there'd been plenty of room back in his crate, but now the room went on forever. He wasn't even sure if there were actually walls to this place!
Until he pranced face-first into a wall.
"Ow." Then, just in case someone happened to be watching... "That was deliberate! I was just making sure this, uh...solid crate wall was made out of the proper material!"
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Post by peofun1 on Jun 16, 2011 20:39:12 GMT -5
"I'm making a new friend." York growled, glaring at where the cat had vanished into the shadows. Really, did she have to be such a party pooper? Clearly she wasn't a fan of friendship. He didn't recognize that particular cat, but already York decided he didn't like her.
The hound let out a huff of annoyance. "Well, don't mind her." he said, giving Wheatley a friendly nudge. "You feel free to catch a mouse, I'll go see if the farmer filled my water bowl." He trotted off again, disappearing among the stacks of hay.
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 21, 2011 15:20:24 GMT -5
Wheatley heard the thunk, and darted out the barn door, peering quizzically around the corner. He let out a friendly yap of greeting when he saw the source.
"'Ello Loki! Come take a look at this! We've been invited to stay 'ere, and it's full of cats and mice and other fun things!" |
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Post by NekoTsuki on Jun 21, 2011 17:05:36 GMT -5
Loki blinked in surprise when he heard the other fox. Not that he didn't expect there to be other foxes, just that he didn't expect to see anyone else from the farm. Ever. He needed to think for a moment on what to do. Shelter did sound nice, but Wheatley was kind of...odd.
Loki bounded towards the other farm-fox. "Great! What's a cat?"
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 21, 2011 19:45:37 GMT -5
"Come on, this way, I'll show you!" Wheatley replied, turning and darting back into the barn, "She climbed up on top of those 'ay bales, there! Little creeping creature with stripes."
He skidded to a halt, peering intently into the darkness of the barn. There had to be another one around her somewhere. |
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Post by NekoTsuki on Jun 22, 2011 16:14:15 GMT -5
An irritated voice came from a larger, paler shape much lower on the bale pile. "We don't like it when strangers nose about where they don't belong."
What did Wheatley do?. Loki crouched down, trying to look smaller and less.....huge. "Esteemed Sir," he was pretty sure it was a Sir, Loki'd never met a Ma'am with a voice that deep. "We would be be most grateful if you would allow us to stay for the night. Your generous hospitality would be most kind of you." Loki was well aware of how stupid that sounded, but usually the cheesy stuff got the best results.
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Post by Ragtatter on Jun 22, 2011 16:52:44 GMT -5
((OOC: Make sure to include character names (or at least give the species) in your posts so it's clear who's talking. Anyone who didn't already know you'd adopted a pale-colored cat would have no clue what was going on. XD It took me a minute to figure it out, and I did know.))
Wheatley let out a yelp, darting behind Loki for protection. Still, he peered out at the tomcat, laying his ears back in consternation, "You bloody well know we're 'ere with permission! That York fellow said we could stay 'ere! It's not a big barn, I'm sure you 'eard 'im! ....Well, unless cats can't 'ear properly. Can you 'ear properly? I must admit, I'm not very familiar with-"
"Yes, we can hear properly!" Scribbles hissed, having re-appeared on top of her hay bale. The brown tabby gave her tail and irritated lash, "And that fool dog doesn't OWN the barn. We cats own the barn!" |
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Post by peofun1 on Jun 24, 2011 12:57:24 GMT -5
A rather drenched York reappeared, carrying an almost empty water bowl in his mouth. Though he did his best to make sure the water wouldn't spill out while he walked with it, most of it ended up getting all over his face. Not a problem, though. He could just go get the leaky hose to fill it up again if Wheatley was really thirsty.
Hearing more than just Wheatley's voice however, he placed the bowl on the floor and edged carefully around a stack of hay to see who else had entered his barn. Another weird dog had appeared, along with several angry-looking cats.
"What's going on?" the foxhound growled, stepping into view. He cast a cold glare over at the cats.
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