07-31-2018, 01:41 AM
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The swamp people were fun. They treated him nice and essentially let him be a hermit for the short time he lived there. He didn't have a valid reason to leave except a gut feeling. Maybe they weren't the right people for him, however nice they were. So, with nothing but his makeshift flag and his painfully empty candy pouch, Kauko carefully made his way out of Tanglewood territory. He only had one candy left, a milk candy one to be precise. It was a sad-looking thing, squished and misshapen. Once he was out of the territory, he popped it into his mouth with a grim expression. 'Onwards.' And so he began his search for another group to call home.
It was several days later that he finally stumbled upon what seemed to be another group. Kauko let out a sigh of relief when he finally scented the tell-tale sign of a border. Thank goodness. He was ready to just die from exhaustion. Not really, but he hadn't had anything sweet, savory, salty, or sour in days. For Kauko, it was a catastrophic event, worse than when his parents kicked him out. Probably, maybe, kind of. Still, he was here, and that was what mattered. Maybe he should be a little pickier when it came to choosing groups, but he was desperate. The sooner he joined, the sooner he could begin to restock his candy stash.
He was quite a sight, with his muddy paws, disheveled fur, and bits of foliage clinging to fur. The reason for his dirty appearance was partly because of Tanglewood's swamp, and partly because he half-assed his efforts to groom himself. His long fur was hard to keep clean but unfortunately, Kauko had a very debilitating disease called laziness. Although, sometimes his fur length came in handy, like right now. His thick coat meant the cold and snow bothered him little, something that he supposed, he had to be grateful for. 'Thanks fur, you don't always suck, I guess.'
Kauko dropped his pouch then stuck his flag in the snow. Thankfully, this time there was wind so it unfurled with the breeze, the words scribbled on the cloth unreadable save for a crooked '
'. The Norwegian forest cat cleared his throat. "Hiii, my name's Kauko, I want to join," he said in a monotone, a stoic expression taking shape on his face. "You wouldn't let a poor, innocent cat boy freeze out here, would you?" A beat. "Nyan." He was illiterate, and he could only speak one language, but he picked up on the 'cutesy' way to meow from those deformed cartoons he used to watch. He wouldn't consider himself cute, but to hell with it. Maybe that would be the ticket to convincing these people into letting him join.
It was several days later that he finally stumbled upon what seemed to be another group. Kauko let out a sigh of relief when he finally scented the tell-tale sign of a border. Thank goodness. He was ready to just die from exhaustion. Not really, but he hadn't had anything sweet, savory, salty, or sour in days. For Kauko, it was a catastrophic event, worse than when his parents kicked him out. Probably, maybe, kind of. Still, he was here, and that was what mattered. Maybe he should be a little pickier when it came to choosing groups, but he was desperate. The sooner he joined, the sooner he could begin to restock his candy stash.
He was quite a sight, with his muddy paws, disheveled fur, and bits of foliage clinging to fur. The reason for his dirty appearance was partly because of Tanglewood's swamp, and partly because he half-assed his efforts to groom himself. His long fur was hard to keep clean but unfortunately, Kauko had a very debilitating disease called laziness. Although, sometimes his fur length came in handy, like right now. His thick coat meant the cold and snow bothered him little, something that he supposed, he had to be grateful for. 'Thanks fur, you don't always suck, I guess.'
Kauko dropped his pouch then stuck his flag in the snow. Thankfully, this time there was wind so it unfurled with the breeze, the words scribbled on the cloth unreadable save for a crooked '
'. The Norwegian forest cat cleared his throat. "Hiii, my name's Kauko, I want to join," he said in a monotone, a stoic expression taking shape on his face. "You wouldn't let a poor, innocent cat boy freeze out here, would you?" A beat. "Nyan." He was illiterate, and he could only speak one language, but he picked up on the 'cutesy' way to meow from those deformed cartoons he used to watch. He wouldn't consider himself cute, but to hell with it. Maybe that would be the ticket to convincing these people into letting him join.