Even a Cajun Needs a Home

[axel]

Je marcherai où je marche, et je me déplacerai où mes pattes me prennent.

Where was he now? Water..mist. Not a bad stretch of land, if Axel had to say so himself.

J'irai où mon coeur m'appelle, disparaissant dans la nuit.

But he wasn't here to be alookin' at the scenery, now was he? That constant growling of his stomach drove the male onward, all his senses trained on his surrounds.

Vous ne pouvez pas m'arrêter.

There is was, a soft rustle in the grass. The male crouched, tail tip the only movement. As stayed as still as the proverbial statue, two-toned eyes watching as a small mouse scurried out of the grass, and pounced! One paw quickly pinned the mouse, fangs finished the job. "Mmmm, de Axel get'tah et' dis night."

Je suis le chat avec la MALADIE!

[Whisperstar]

Whisperstar watched with interest from atop a rock, eyeing the odd tom with her leaf green eyes. She watched him hunt and eat the mouse hungrily, her tail flicking behind her. Well, at least the tom could hunt well, and that was always a nice asset.

She stretched languidly and jumped form her rock, trotting over to the other cat with her tail raised. She doubted he would attack; she had never really had trouble with cats wandering into her territory.

"Greetings, stranger. You are now treading upon MistClan grounds. Is there any specific reason you came?"

[axel]

The striped grey tom leaped backwards, quite a remarkable feet for a cat who had been hunched over and eating his prey. Two tone eyes, one grey-blue and the other flame orange, gave the she-cat a suspicious and wary look. “Ach, mon chere, why ya’ sneak up on de Axel like dat, hm?”

He had a strange way of speaking, now that was certain. Then again, the tom-cat wasn’t from this area…his home was far far away. “Mistclan? Is dat where de Axel be’a findin’ himself?”

Cocking his head to the side, Axel allowed a lazy grin to cross his face. The she-cat didn’t appear to be meaning him any harm, and she was certainly very pretty. “Petit, de Axel’s home far…far fom ‘ere. De Axel be’a lost, and no way to re’urn. He be’a lookin’ fer a new home.”

[Whisperstar]

Whisperstar flicked her tail in curiosity at the cats accent and foreign sense. She dipped her head in an understandment at his first statement, her small ears flicking toward him.

"I'm sorry that I snuck up on you. I wanted to make sure you did not mean ill will on my territory. And yes, the territory you are upon is MistClan. I am Whisperstar, the leader of MistClan. If you are seeking a place to stay, I would welcome you into my Clan.."

[axel]

The male sat, watching the female and twitching his tail a few times. “Ce serait mon honneur.” His head fell, ears flicked back. It was a curious action, however natural it was to Axel. He forgot sometimes that he was no longer on his home terf. “It wou’ beh de Axel’s ‘honor’ to serve such ah petit fae.”

[axel]

-boots thread- Y'all, I'm not dead.

[Shadow Spirit]

The brightly colored she-cat padded around her territory, inspecting her boundaries. Her white coat; all patterned with bright flowers, glimmered in the early light. Water slipped off her pelt in rivulets, having just walked through the waterfall. Lillystar then noticed a cat sitting on the borders that seemed to be waiting, as if someone he'd been with had left.

"Hey there, tom, are you waiting for someone?" she called out to him.

[axel]

“Been a’waitin’ fer de Whisperstar ta’ return, mon chere.” The grey striped grey tom barely blinked his odd eyes as this flower patterned she-cat suddenly came right up to him. Poor guy had been waitin for the leader to return and finish acceptin him.

[Shadow Spirit]

Lillystar immediately felt bad for him. Whisperstar hadn't been in these parts for moons now. So it seemed it was her job now to deal with him.

"I'm sorry to say, that Whisperstar has left this territory and her leadership to me, Lillystar..." she said gently. "I am now in charge of MistClan."