Brand New Day / (open)

[Reagan]

Spangledfur walked with his head down, scanning the distance for friendly faces, and sniffing the air for traces of food. It hadn't been long since he and his sister went their separate ways after their father died from an encounter with a snake. He was finding it hard to adjust to having no one to talk to, or share his problems with. He was sure one day he'd see her around, but it seemed like today wasn't going to be that day.

His ears swiveled as he heard the sound of scuttling on the ground. He dropped low to the ground, alert, with his tail swishing back and forth. He could see the lizard not too far away from him, and he leaped forward, pinning it to the ground. He sunk his claws into it, and then bit its throat to assure its death.

When it stopped moving, he took a bite of it. He kept vigilant watch for any other cats who might want to take his prey from him. He tore through reptilian skin and swallowed chunks of the meat inside. He wasn't a large cat, in fact just the opposite - dainty and feminine. It didn't take him long to eat his fill of the lizard. "I suppose I'll have to just bury the rest for later," he murmured to himself in his soft, higher pitched, feminine voice. He took the remains of the lizard in his mouth, and began to dig a hole to conceal his prey until he needed it later.

[Cloud]

Drabheart smelled something odd among the familiar dusty and foul scents of the Enclosure. A she-cat? Or was it a tom? It was strangely hard to tell, which puzzled him. How could a cat be a girl and a guy at the same time? Unless there were two together...but it didn't smell strong enough for that. He sniffed again...she-cat, probably.

Feeling slightly lonely without Frozenheart or Rainstripe around, he thought he might be able to strike up a conversation with the pretty she-cat and padded over to her, the sand crunching beneath his paws.

"Hello, miss!" He said cheerfully. "How's life?"

[Reagan]

As soon as he'd finished burying the lizard, Spangledfur heard a voice. He looked up to see another cat, a gray-brown tabby. He blinked casually, almost shy of being spoken to. He curled his tail around his paws, used to being called 'miss' even though he wasn't exactly sure of what to call himself. "Hello, sir," he meowed softly. "Life's been less than good I'm afraid. My family's dead, all but Dapplewhisker, but she ain't here right now."

He looked off to the distance through longing, yellow eyes. "That's my sister, and she's out there somewhere. I might like to see her again sometime, but she's got her own life to live. Enough about myself, sir, how is your life?" he purred. "Good, I hope? You can call me Spangledfur, that's my name."

[Cloud]

Drabheart smiled; this cat seemed good enough, if somewhat melancholy. He nodded sympathetically, chuckling slightly at being called sir. "Ha, I'm no sir, though I appreciate your manners." His face grew concerned as the lady talked further.

"Family all dead? Oh, my. I can identify a bit; my mother died when she was very young, and then my father..." He hesitated, unsure whether to say he was a con or not, when he didn't really feel like going into that now. "...well, we didn't see eye to eye. I have a sister too, but...well, we don't get along either." He laughed humorlessly.

But then his attention returned to the calico. "Ah, I see. Well, with any luck you will, and she sounds like a good sibling." He meowed encouragingly. Drabheart smiled again. "Can't complain. Pleased to meet you, Spangledfur. I'm Drabheart. Say, you haven't seen a cat called Beetlepaw around lately, have you?" He asked.

The little brown tabby had been on his mind lately...surely he would have seen her, with things getting so heated between the Clanners and the cons.

[Reagan]

Spangledfur listened attentively as Drabheart talked, nodding his head. He knew that there were probably a lot of cats who'd lost their families to one thing or another. It was harsh trying to survive. "I'm sorry for you," he meowed. "I'm also sorry that you don't get along well with your sister. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get along well with Dapplewhisker, but I guess it doesn't matter since she won't really be involved in my life much now."

He tried to mask over his loneliness. "Ah, yes, I'm sure she'll be around maybe for a visit eventually. It's nice to meet you, Drabheart. I'm afraid, though, I've never even heard of a cat called Beetlepaw." His exposure to who was who around the enclosure had been somewhat limited. He'd heard his parents gossip about people from time to time, but he didn't catch any names. "Sorry I couldn't provide you with information. I'll keep my eyes out, though."

"So I've got a bit of lizard left over that I just buried," Spangledfur meowed. "You'd be welcome to have it if you'd like. It might be a little grainy now, but I'm sure it won't affect the taste too much." He used his tail to indicate the shallow hole he'd buried his prey in.

[Cloud]

What a strange yet pleasant cat. It wasn't often that one met such a friendly feline, and Drabheart found himself relishing her company.

He accepted the sympathy with a nod, and smiled ruefully. "Ah well, life goes on. And we're only half siblings - we didn't grow up together, since she's older. Maybe if we did we'd be as close as you and Dapplewhisker."

The gray-brown tabby was confused as the tom mentioned that he wouldn't see his sister much. "Really? How come?"

But then the calico mentioned that her sister would visit eventually. He shook his head. "Well, that's good. Thank you. Hmm, really?" He looked curiously at the dainty tri-colored cat, trying to figure out if he'd ever noticed her before. "You must not have been involved with the disputes lately - I don't blame you, they can get tiresome. But Beetlepaw was...well, we didn't know each other particularly well, but she had my respect and the respect of many others, and I hope she's all right. I appreciate that, Spangledfur." He said approvingly.

He smiled as the pretty lady offered him some of her lizard. He wasn't particularly hungry, but...if he did run into Rainstripe, it might be good for her, the poor thing, since hunting for herself only made the Other worse, he knew. "Much thanks for your offer; I will take some, not for myself but for a friend of mine, who's...well, suffering at the moment."

He looked around, but there seemed to be no one close by except for Hailpaw at the stream a ways off, talking to...oh! Frozenheart and...hmm, who was that other tom? Maybe Frozenheart knew where Rainstripe was, they seemed to have known each other longer than he'd known both of them.

He uncovered the lizard, and looked at Spangledfur with excitement. "Would you mind if I went and asked Frozenheart a question? You can come with if you like...well, assuming you enjoy kits." The con added. He knew little of the slatternly queen but he remembered that she had a litter of four at the moment from their brief visit to her a few days back.

[Reagan]

"Oh, she's got her own life to lead," Spangledfur responded when asked why his sister wouldn't be around much. "I wouldn't want her to have to fuss over me as well." He continued to gaze at Drabheart through his soft, yellow eyes. "I've not been in any disputes, no not really. I hope you do find Beetlepaw, though. The enclosure's not so big, she's bound to be around somewhere." With a friendly tilt of the head, he purred.

He nodded when Drabheart mentioned he'd be taking some of the lizard with him for a friend. He was glad just to help out someone at all. "Well you're welcome to it," he meowed. "I've already ate my fill. I wouldn't want anyone to starve on account of my selfishness." When asked if he wanted to come along on a visit to some cat called Frozenheart, Spangledfur wasn't about to object. He enjoyed company.

"I'd like to come, thank you," Spangledfur purred. "Thanks your the invitation. I love kits. I've not got any of my own, but maybe one day." He tilted his head, unsure of his statement. He was still torn between knowing if he was a tom or a she-cat; and though he usually felt female he sometimes felt like a male as well. He tried his best not to think about it, it confused him far too much.

[Cloud]

OOC: Shall we continue this thread to Dreams and Delusions? Or would it be hard because we're both playing three cats? /can do it but is okay if Reagan doesn't want to

[Reagan]

OOC: That'd be fine with me, I don't mind playing a few cats in each post.

[Cloud]

-shakes Reagan's hand- Good man....robot. Now we wait for Ten to post there, and then it'll be our turns...