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It was a sunny, summer afternoon, possibly around three. It was a rather breezy day, making it so it wasent such a hot day, but rather the perfect day for any activity. Rather it was taking a walk around the park, or playing kickball on the playground. Going hunting, or doing nothing, today was the perfect day.

Near the outskirts of a forest a young white cat sat, his eyes locked on a blue, pink, and purple butterfly that was fluttering around infront of him. Slowly he started to stand up, then he went chasing after the butterfly, trying to catch it with his paws. He tried through many attempts to catch the butterfly, but eventually gave up, and sat back down on the green grass. The butterfly flew down and landed on his pink nose. He lightly tilted his head, his eyes looking at the prey butterfly. He was blissfully unaware of company to come..


(Sorry, its not much)

not planning on doing much crowman wandered out of his hunting shack in the woods and headed towards the park thinking (doing something different will take my mind off hunting). as he strolls to the park with his bow and Arrow pouch secured behind his back he stumbled upon a sight most strange to him, yet not as strange as it could be. as he saw the cat he strolled over and said "hi nice day isn't it?"

The cat looked up at the little butterfly resting on his nose. But sadly it had to go, and the butterfly took to the sky, but he didn't give chase to it. However he did notice somebody common towards him. The cat stood up on all four of its legs, watching the man. The cat backed up a step. He didn't trust to many creatures. One had to gain his trust. It was a nice day though....

hmm? ( i guess he does not yet trust me) "well i am sorry i have chased away such a pretty specimen of a butterfly, yet i am also curious as to what i could do around here aside from looking at animals or hunting." * he takes a step back* "i am not here to cause you any trouble" " my name is crowman, a professional hunter and blacksmith at your service" (now i wait for him to truly respond)

crowman reaches out to try and pet the

cat-man

(Good enough..)

What appeared to just be a simple, everyday white cat, except the fact he had red eyes, backed away from the man when his hand reached out towards him. The cat hissed at him, before running off, far into the woods, leaving the man all alone.

*the man slowly retracts his hand and stares up at the forest canopy*

(hmm what was i thinking?)

"well i might as well head in to the forest, i'm going to need more game meat soon"

*he starts to head further into the woods, towards his cabin*

The young cat ran through the trees, not bothering to look back, he didn't want to look back, fearing he'd see the man there.

The cat ran and ran, ran for his life, until he stumbled upon what looked like a cabin. He tilted his head, and jumped onto the window sill of an open window, and jumped inside the cabin and looked around, and began to wander about. Maybe this place had some clothing he could wear. He soon stummbled upon some clothing he had found. He found jeans, and a shirt he could wear, and borrow a pair of shoes. They were everyday clothes, that you same on everyday people, so it wouldn't be obvious that he had stolen them if the owner of them cabin came.

The boy changed into the form of a human, and got dressed, he had his tail hidden in his pants, and he borrowed a hat to hide his ears, before taking the window way out. Being sure that he wasent seen,he ventured away from the cabin. ..Leaving no trace hardly.

returning to his cabin, crowman had noticed a second smell about his cabin, yet he thought nothing about it as he noticed nothing is gone, or destroyed in his cabin.

"wow usually i'd be wary of another being in my cabin, but mother nature likes to let her kids loose in my home and that's okay"

as he re-emerged from his cabin he closed his eyes and stretched.

(I was going to reply, then I forgot, but here I am!~)
( and that's one awful calm character out got there)

The young teenage boy, seeming bout maybe late 15's maybe 16's began his walk in the woods. He felt bad a little for stealing clothing, but it was a requirement. He needed them.

He looked up into the branches of the trees, thinking of that man he met earlier. It was the first time anybody had tried to talk to him in his cat form. A shudder ran up his spine. It had to be decievement, it had t be...