BLUE MOON / VISITOR

[JERSEYBOY]

JERSEYBOY

The tuxedo tom couldn't stand to stay cooped up in that cave for any longer. Darkness? His paws being numb twenty-four/seven? Yeah, no. Jerseyboy could stand a cold environment — he had grown up on the upper east coast, for Christ's sake — but he didn't want his paws to get frostbite. Sometimes he felt like just chopping them off since they were constantly frozen, anyways. Then, an idea dawned upon him: get out of there. Why stick around in a place where he felt miserable and cold? While he wanted to be there for Jacob, he was certain that the guy could manage to handle himself. He hadn't heard from his little brother since he had left months ago, but he supposed that he should visit him soon. He was still doing this whole traveling gig, though, since Jerseyboy had no duties to tie him down to a certain clan. He had even rejected a promotion to a stepping-stone rank, simply because he didn't want the responsibilities that came with the package. The title and authority was cool and all, he supposed, but it really wasn't worth it to him. He wanted to be able to wander around and stay in other places at his own leisure. So, he had left Snowbound early that day. Where had he ended up? No goddamn clue.

He had no idea where he was. He had been to the Typhoon before, but other than that, he really had no knowledge on where the other groups were located. Jerseyboy had just walked in a random direction, hoping that it would just take him somewhere. He was open to staying anywhere, as long as it gave him something to do. He wanted to explore and expand his horizons. He hadn't left home just to stay cooped up in a cave for the rest of his life, right? As his small form weaved through the trees of the canopy, he lifted his olivine gaze to the treetops and began to sing. He wasn't belting to the heavens, but he was mostly just singing to himself, "Blue moon... you saw me standin' alone..." He felt as if there were no one else in the world. It felt great to sing again; it was hard to do it somewhere where you were always too fucking cold to do anything. "... without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own."

Jerseyboy trailed off, coming to a stop when an unfamiliar scent filled his nostrils. Yeesh, someone lived here, alright. But who? He blinked and walked along the area where the scent was the strongest, knowing better not to cross it. He was thinking of following it until he came across another person, so that was exactly what he decided to do. One paw after the other, he hummed something lowly as he shouldered past the greenery and stalked along the border.

// we're just,,, gonna pretend that his last visiting thread never happened

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