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    Casper ~ Rogue

    His nose wrinkled up as he watched Foster stalk ahead of him, cheekily responding to why he didn’t bother with grooming his pelt. “Just because your old doesn’t mean you have to stink.” He teased lightly, keeping his tone airy to imply that he meant no disrespect as his crystal blue eyes flickered along the dirty pelt of Foster’s. However, as he was staring at his empty paws, Foster mentioned that he had been too loud, causing an eyebrow to arch curiously as he figured that he had actually be quiet! A huff of breath escaped from his brown nostrils as he gave his wild tail a glare, his long tail was indeed near a bush and was moving about as if it had a mind of its own. Expression falling as he was once again reminded of the pebble, causing an embarrassed smile to find its way along his lips. “Oops.” Was all he could manage to say, ears standing upright immediately when Foster beckoned him to follow. Pushing himself to a faster pace in order to follow the older tomcat, his steps light but his tail still flailing wildly behind him.

    Casper wasn’t exactly paying too much attention to Foster, instead his eyes and ears were position anywhere else than the older Tom. He was taking in the sights, his nervous little heart settling down within the company of Foster. The grass was very green and every now and then small blue bell shaped flowers were sticking up and gave the field such a sweet scent. Small grey boulders were sticking out of the ground, causing the small Tom to rub his pelt against one as a grin was plastered upon his lips. However, at the surprised and sickened gasp that left his comrade, he paused and his head snapped in Foster’s direction to see the tomcat scrambling backwards. Curious to know what was going on, he took two steps forward and strained his chin to see the shallow stream going through the grass, causing Casper to blink but he wouldn’t dare anger this Tom by questioning him. Although he as surprised when Foster walked through the stream and made it to the other side without missing a step. Wait for me! He thought in a panic, eyeing the water hesitantly before he stepped into the shallow stream.

    Given that he was shorter, by the time he waded to the other side of the stream, his belly fur was wet and sticking to his skin. Rushing up the side of the hill was all he could do to catch up with Foster, “I’m coming!” He meowed, his breathes coming out in small gasps as he finally made it up the hill, the muscles within his thighs burning. Ears twitched with Foster’s meow, causing him to nod even though he did notice that his new friend wasn’t looking at him. “Sounds great!” Casper grinned enthusiastically, mentally thanking himself for slipping down that decline. However as they stood at the crumbled entrance of the housing, he found himself hesitating. At a young age it was programmed into his mind to stay out of a humans nest, causing his blue eyes to waver around nervously as he slowly followed Foster inside. It was warmer inside and the scents were earthy despite the state of the building, his eyes flickering to the shadows that were skittering along the wooden planks. “Okay.” He  nodded to Foster, leaving the tomcats side with a hesitant step but found the will power to somewhat still his tail. Weak muscles along his shoulders and hind quarters tensed as he tried his hand at being quiet. So far he was doing well, besides a few squeaks here and there from his weight on the wooden boards, but the mice seemed used to this sound. His eyes were flickering back and forth from his paws to the mouse, watching where he was going like instructed.

    His decision of the evening was a fat barn mouse that was munching away at a blade of straw, trying to stuff the stiff golden grass into its mouth. At the last minute the mouse noticed its stalker, screeching in shock as the little mouse hurried to a large stack of hay. Casper was surprised that the mouse noticed him, but immediately gave chase after the mouse. Soon both cat and mouse were in the hay pile, Golden grass falling all around Casper. Minutes went by before the skinny cream colored Tom shimmied his way out of the pile, his fur sticking up at odd angles with strands of hay sticking to him. But he didn’t care, hanging from his jaws was a dead, but plump mouse. “I Goff if!” He mumbles around the mouse, practically prancing towards Foster as he finally lowered the mouse at the older tomcats paws.

    #6499
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    ~F O S T E R~

    Because Foster was behind the door, which threatened to fall over with one measly breath, he had to carefully peek over to watch Casper attempt a hunt. He could imagine rogue queens coming here to teach their five-moon-old kits how to hunt, but not a four-season-old tom. Whoever his family or mother was, they failed him terribly at teaching him life-skills necessary to survive. He secretly wondered if Casper had any littermates that eventually never made it out on their own, and if he hadn’t met him, then how long would Casper have survived? More times than not, Foster had run into cats with horrible moods, spitting and hissing at him whenever they had the chance. They would have fought his new friend to the death if they met. Blinking quickly, Foster got rid of those thoughts, and focused on the smaller tom who was now eyeing a fat mouse a fox-length from a haystack at the back of the den. He watched with an eager expression, his own breathing lowered with anticipation. The mouse seemed to have noticed him almost instantly, but Casper didn’t let it get away without a chase, and he ended up disappearing into the haystack. He couldn’t see any of his friend’s cream-colored fur, only watching the rapid movements of the rise and fall in the haystack, several blades exploding from the pile and onto the floor around it. Foster’s whisker’s twitched with amusement, and he tried to stifle laughter when Casper finally appeared with the mouse between his jaws. He didn’t want to ruin Casper’s mood by laughing at him, so he grinned with admiration and licked his lips when the smell of mouse blood wafted up to his nose. “That was…interesting and fabulous,” he mrrowed, his eyes slanting as he smiled. “Good thinking on chasing after it.” 

    The sun was now directly above their heads in the middle of the sky, beaming down on them and providing warmth. He could still hear the squeaking of more mice, and he raised an eyebrow at Casper. “Well, I can tell you’re still hungry even after that mouse in the grasses. Why don’t you try again and catch yourself a mouse and we can eat together. I had a long moon of traveling and I want to relax for today, but tomorrow we can try hunting something else. Or even basic combat training so you’ll have a little knowledge of that when you’re on your way.” He didn’t say so, but the thought of having to say goodbye to Casper was not as pleasant as he thought. He didn’t anticipate going his separate way, and he wondered if Casper thought so well as well, but he kept his mouth shut. He was born a loner and has stayed a loner since. Having a fellow traveler would make things more complicated, wouldn’t it? Especially during leafbare. Foster nodded to Casper. “Make sure you get rid of the blades of hay in your pelt before you go at it again.” Foster lay down and tried not to think about the deliciously-smelling mouse that was laid out before him, begging to be eaten as soon as possible. His mouth watered, but he didn’t want to be impolite and make his new feline friend feel disrespect. 

    While Casper was scuttling away, Foster decided to try and clean his pelt, now feeling a little self-conscious that he looked like an elder because he hated to clean it. He knew a dip in the river or stream would help the process, but his heart raced at the thought of getting under the water and having to hold his breath. The rogue tried to shake those thoughts away, not wanting to give himself anxiety for the rest of the night. He began working on his flank and belly, lapping up the twigs and pebbles and spitting them outside of the den. He used his teeth to gnaw at the tangled matted fur, and he found a few fleas along the way, nipping at them until he heard a snap that indicated their death. I really let myself go, didn’t I? Foster grunted with disapproval towards himself, and he continued to clean until he heard the pawsteps of Casper head back towards him, and he was greeted with yet another mouse. “Good catch!” he meowed. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching so I’m not sure how you hunted it. But you caught it, and that’s all that matters! Let’s eat!” Forgetting about his half-done coat, he pulled the first mouse towards him and tore into the flesh, lapping at the blood before going for the meat that held its bones together. The taste was pleasurable, and he found himself lost in the flavors and the warmth from the afternoon sun, a purr rumbling from his chest and throat. 

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    Casper ~ Rogue

    He remained silent as he looked down at Foster as he gazed down at the mouse that was laid at his paws, causing him to lean forward on his toes as he listened earnestly for the praise from the older cat. Ears twitched slightly for a moment before he tilted his chin for a moment before giving a small smile. “Definitely interesting. I’ve never dived into a hay stack before.” He grinned widely, chin tilting slightly for a moment as his blue eyes watched the tomcats expression. Upon hearing that Foster thought it was best that he continued to hunt, at least for himself caused his smile to broaden. “Thank bigtin. I am starving.” He meowed and gave Foster a slight smile for a moment, but he was surprised that Foster had mentioned combat training. But he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised, for all he knew he was the only male out of his older siblings that was still alive. “Sounds like a plan.” Casper agreed with Foster, before he swiftly turned on his small paws and slunk out from behind the door, his long tail going side to side in a swift manner.

    Although he heard Foster warm him about his messy pelt, he gave a few good shakes of his pelt to dislodge a few strands hay. But he didn’t care. He just wanted to get back out there and try again, the excitement was buzzing through his mind. The tip of his tail twitched with anticipation, chin tilting slightly for a moment as his clear blue eyes were quickly flickering back and forth as he watched dark black shadows scurrying across the wooden floor boards. Small paws were placed as quietly as he could manage against the floor boards, ears pinned back against his skull for a moment as he could feel that his paw steps were too heavy. Stepping lightly, he was making his way towards that of a certain mouse, pupils narrowing slightly for a moment before felt a sneeze tickling at the back of his throat. Oh… no.. no! He tried to choke on the sneeze, but he couldn’t help it as the sneeze crawled it’s way out of his throat and caused his face to convulse. A muffled sneeze escaped his nostrils, causing his paws to fumble against the ground, his toes getting caught in a crooked board. Grunting, he ended up flaunting and stumbling to the point of where he fell onto his side. He landed upon something soft, chin tilting slightly as he noticed the mouse he had been previously stalking was no longer there. “Well shit.” He grumbled in annoyance before he managed to push himself upright before he glanced down. Quickly he was caught dumbstruck as he gazed down at a dead mouse that he squished, although he honestly didn’t weight much, he must have killed the mouse when he fell. A grin quickly found its way onto his face as he lowered his head and picked up the mouse, he may not have planned his catch this way but he had caught it regardless. Moving on swift paws he hurried in the direction of where Foster was relaxing, eyebrows rising when he noticed that the Tom was attempting in cleaning his pelt.

    Smirking slightly, he couldn’t help but grin around the mouse he was holding before he flopped down on his stomach. Ears were burning when Foster complimented him, but he silently thankful that Foster hadn’t seen just exactly how he had caught this mouse. “I will take that one to the grave.” He laughed softly, watching Foster as the older tom began to devour his mouse. But Casper wasn’t as careful with digging into his mouse, ears pinned back as he ravaged into the meat. He certainly was starved and couldn’t focus on the taste of the mouse when his stomach gurgled.

    #6552
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    ~F O S T E R~

    The rest of the day was relaxing for the two tomcats. Foster had ended his meal by lapping at the last of the mouse blood on his muzzle with several rasps, and Casper had been practicing his hunting crouch, trying to be a little more graceful with each one. There wasn’t much conversation between the two about the other’s past because they were enjoying their present company, and that suited Foster just fine. They then spent the night inside of the abandoned Twoleg den that was filled with squeaking mice, but they seemed to quiet down once the sun was completely over the moorland hills in the distance. Foster watched the golden sunlight darken to a deep indigo on the horizon, thinking about the stories he had heard from other rogues and loners in the area. A group of cats were apparently settled near the moors and the forests around it, and they marked their borders to keep others from going in or out. He was only mildly curious about such a lifestyle, but it didn’t interest him to live that way in the slightest. Why would one live in such a large land and never travel to find its mysteries and beauty? Foster glanced at his new friend who was sleeping soundly by his side, his pink nose tucked underneath his cream-colored paws. Casper lived somewhat like those groups of cats, hiding away from the rest of the world like a scared kitten. Not that it was his fault, or that it was Foster’s duty to show him, but he kept wondering to himself what it would be like to invite Casper to stay with him longer than he had initially intended. Darkness took over Foster’s vision in the middle of his thoughts, and he slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

    It wasn’t the bright sunlight that woke Foster up the next morning, or the incessant squeaking of the nearby mice. No, it was the sudden feeling that the tom he slept beside the whole night was no longer there. He opened his sage-green eyes and blinked them slowly to clear his vision, turning his head where he had last seen Casper. The only indication that the cream-colored fellow had been there was the indent of his makeshift nest. Foster stood up, looking around with narrowed eyes. “Casper?” Did he leave? Foster couldn’t help but feel slightly depressed at the thought of his new friend leaving without saying goodbye. Anyways, that didn’t seem like something Casper would do, so Foster stood up and started to pad around the Twoleg den, making sure to jump over the rubble. “Casper?” 

    Like yesterday, there were hardly any clouds in the sky, which meant another beautiful day without rain. Rain was Foster’s least favorite weather condition, because no rain meant no extra water in the rivers or lakes. It would be easier to get over and through them if need-be. Along with a clear sky, there was hardly any wind which made it quite difficult for Foster to sniff out his companion. Giving up on his quick search, Foster padded back to their nests and he settled back down into his, crossing one front paw over the other. If Casper was only gone temporarily then he knew where to find Foster, but if he left… The brown tabby shrugged, not thinking about it for the moment. Instead, he continued to clean his coat with quick strokes of his tongue, feeling a lot better now that there wasn’t as much dirt, pebbles, and twigs stuck the matted fur.

    #6556
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    Casper ~ Rogue

    The sounds of the mice had woken Casper, the sun was barely peeking over the hills when he heard them. For the night they had kept their distance from the two cats, but he could hear their little paws scurrying closer and closer along the wooden floor boards. Curiosity took over his need to sleep, causing his bright blue eyes to flicker to life as he looked around him. Old run down two leg den, and the soft snores of Foster. Turning his chin he peered down at the tomcat, his fur was messy and there were twigs randomly poking out… but he was a kind cat that was willing to teach him how to hunt. I wonder if he will leave me behind today.. He thought carelessly, Foster was a traveler and he could tell the cat barely stayed in one place for too long… but Casper was curious about him and his life style. Squeak. Squeak. Once again the soft squeaks of the mice drew his attention away from Foster, peeking around the door to see that three mice were rummaging through the hay that was only mere feet away from both him and Foster. Whether the mice knew they were there or not, they didn’t seem to care as the need to fill their bellies was more important. Grunting quietly he pushed himself into a standing position, glancing down at Foster with a quick grin. I’ll catch him some breakfast. He thought earnestly, quietly walking out from behind the door and into the house.

    So far his hunt wasn’t going the best, the mice were too quick and with the squeaks of the old floor boards he was growing annoyed. He was venturing further and further into the house, his chin tilting slightly as he noticed that the mice were running into what appeared to be a kitchen, running along the floor and the crumpling cabinet doors. Arching an eyebrow, he stalked inside the room, trying to keep as quiet as he possibly could. His usually clean cream and brown pelt was streaked with dirt and cobwebs, but he didn’t mind as his blue eyes were zoned in on a rather plump mouse. Slowly he lowered himself into a crouch, his paws slowly sliding over the floor boards, trying his best to be as silent as possible. His tail was waving wildly behind him, but for now he was safe from hitting anything. Ears laid back against his head as he stalked the mouse, nostrils flaring slightly with the effort to remain silent before he lunged forth, his small paws landing on the mouse as his claws dug into the skin of the mouse before he delivered the killing snap. Ears suddenly perked up as he could hear Foster calling out for him, a grin appearing on his face as the other Tom woke up just in time. “Perfect.” He meowed softly, lowering his head as he picked up the mouse and pranced out of the room, slowing his pace as he used his memory and nose to find the room Foster was hidden within.

    Finally his head peaked around the door to spot Foster, who was grooming his sloppy pelt. “G’morn.” He managed to mumble around the fur of the mouse, before dropping the mouse at Fosters paws. “I caught some grub.” He meowed proudly, flopping down on his belly as he gave the older cat a big grin. He of course was unaware that Foster was worried that he had went out on his own, and honestly the young Tom planned on doing no such thing for the time being.

    #6627
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    ~F O S T E R~

    Foster kept glancing around for any sign of his companion’s cream-colored fur, moving his head around to watch for swaying grasses or the sound of stepped-on pebbles. However, it was the sound of pawsteps on the wooden floor-boards that made him turn around to see Casper padding towards him with a mouse between his jaws. The brown rogue didn’t want to admit the intense relief he felt at the sight of Casper, so he hid it pretty well. The mouse’s warm smell wafted up his nose and he gave Casper an approving nod. “Well you’ve proven that you can hunt fat mice,” he chuckled, licking his lips with hunger. “We’ll have to test your hunting skills outside of this place. I don’t know if we’ll be able to live here much longer. The days are getting warmer and there will be more travelers. Did you notice the few piles of old bones scattered about?” Foster nodded towards one nearby, wrinkling his nose. “That’s a sign of travelers. They’re messy.” Foster sat up in his nest and stretched out his front leg muscles, grunting with pleasure as they loosened. “Thank you for catching our meal. Let’s share it.” He nodded towards the other tom to take the first bite, rasping his tongue over his chest in the meantime. 

    When it was his turn to take a bite, he lowered his head and took one from the mouse’s belly. “So, what are you wanting to do today?” He asked, his head tilting to the side as he chewed the bite. Yesterday, he had suggested some combat training for Casper, but he didn’t know if his new friend was up for it or not. Some cats just weren’t fighters, and that was okay, but that meant it would be a hard life as a rogue or loner. Maybe Foster was just what Casper needed. On the flip side, maybe Casper was exactly what Foster needed. He loved the life as a traveler, but there had been something missing in his life that he didn’t quite understand until the cream-colored tom had slid right into Foster’s paws. He knew the empty feeling was loneliness. It had been there since the loss of…Don’t think about that. Foster pushed aside his thoughts and blinked at Casper questioningly before going in for another bite. 

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    Casper ~ Rogue

    Of course, he knew nothing about the worry Foster had been going through when he had awakened to the fact that Casper was not asleep beside him. Honestly between the mice and the fact that he had an older Tom to help watch out for his back, made him feel so much more relaxed than when he had been slowly making his way through the fields. He was unsure if any of his older brothers had made it to adulthood but he was certain if they hadn’t met someone like Foster, then they were as good as dead. Foster probably knew how relieved Casper was to have met him, but Casper wouldn’t say it out loud, he didn’t want to give the teacher too much satisfaction. However, Foster’s voice brought him back to the present as his bright blue eyes lowered in order to spot the mouse at Foster’s paws, causing a half grin to find its way onto his face. “I am getting better with my stalking.” He agreed, although he wasn’t too sure how to get around the fact that the squeaking boards were giving away his position. He was sticks and bones for goodness sake! Ears stood upright when Foster mentioned that he wasn’t sure how much longer they would be staying here, causing a small frown to replace Casper’s grin before his chin turned in the direction of which Foster was looking upon. In the corner was a old pile of mice bones, causing him to tilt his head and instinctively wrinkle his nose. Casper hadn’t even noticed the bones earlier, Foster had a good eye. “Oh… travelers.” He repeated the word, it wasn’t hard to say but it sure felt foreign upon his lips. Giving a small shrug, he looked back at Foster as the older male was pushing himself off of the ground, noticing the way his shoulders shook as they stretched caused the younger Tom to snicker. Foster wasn’t the youngest Tom out there, but he was probably one of the brightest and Casper wasn’t about to tease him.

    “Okay!” He meowed earnestly when Foster offered him the first bite of the mouse, lowering his head as he nipped the skin back on the hind leg of the mouse, it was tougher meat but he enjoyed the flavor. Taking a bite, he ripped the muscle off of the bone, juices running down his chin as he used a small paw to push the mouse in Fosters direction. While chewing, he managed to sneak his tongue out and clean himself up a bit, not wanting to appear too bloody. As he continued to chew the meat, he was in the process of swallowing the meat when Foster gave him the option to pick on something to learn today. Ears became more alert to the prospects of learning… well, learning anything really. He knew he was out of his element, this was nothing like the city and honestly he hadn’t done well there either. Slowly he swallowed his mouthful and ran his tongue over his lips and chin for a brief moment before he felt his slim shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Uh… what would be easiest to learn?” He questioned, blue eyes finding the ragged face of Foster. He had been offered the idea to learn basic combat maneuvers but that made him nervous, he wasn’t exactly a fighter and although he knew he needed to learn… he didn’t just want to blab it out.

    #6696
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    ~F O S T E R~

    Easiest to learn?” Foster stifled a chuckle, and shook his head as he looked at Casper with an amused smirk. “Catching mice is the easiest thing to learn and you seem to have been able to do that, so I think we can move on to something a little more challenging, don’t you?” Foster ended his part of the meal with a finishing lick of his lips, getting the last bit of the mouse blood off his muzzle. “Actually, before we get into something new, I noticed you looked confused when I said the word ‘traveler’. That’s what I am; a loner traveler. I have never stayed in one place for too long. No more than a few nights, actually. For most of my life, I was on my own and didn’t travel with anyone else because I found it easier that way.” Foster refrained from speaking about the time in his life where he wasn’t alone, and had stuck with that cat for some time until… “Anyways, that’s what that word means. I assume your family never allowed travelers or rogues close enough to where you would learn other ways of living. Where you come from sounds…constricting. It’s a good thing you got out of there, if you ask me.” Foster shrugged his shoulders and stood up to walk out of the abandoned den, not thinking about if his last words had sounded rude or not. The brown tabby wasn’t one to beat around the bush or be sensitive towards ones feelings. If Casper wasn’t able to handle that side of him, then maybe it was better off the younger tom would have to leave before snowfall. 

    Let’s do some combat training!” He called back to his cream-furred companion, padding towards a part of the area that was more grassy than anything. The grass was cut low, however, which would make it easier to train on. For the first time since they had come to the abandoned Twoleg den, Foster looked at their surroundings. To his left was where he had heard the group of cats lived, but directly behind the Twoleg den was the beginning of a range of mountains. He could see the white caps of each mountain when he lifted his head, and he couldn’t help but gaze longingly at them. Foster had always dreamed of climbing to the top of one of them, being higher than every bird he had ever seen in flight. Could prey survive up there? Could he? How could it be that where they were was so warm and full of greenery and life, but at the tops of the mountains were what looked like snow? Foster’s ears flicked at the sound of Casper padding up to him, but he didn’t move to face him. “I would love to be up there one day,” he murmured. “Far away from everyone and everything. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live so high up, and to look down at everything else. I feel so small every time I’m in the mountains. It’s a different terrain than here with different predators and prey. Life down here is much easier, but a lot less exciting.” 

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    Casper ~ Rogue

    He mentally groaned when Foster spoke, clearly the older tom was slightly amused that Casper wanted to learn but apparently the easiest thing to learn was hunting mice. Stupid mice… He grumbled quietly, scrunching up his little nose when Foster challenged him to learn something a little harder, he was being egged on and being the young fool he is, he fell for it. “Yeah… Yeah, I suppose.” He finally sighed and gave a nod while his big blue eyes curiously watched Foster as the older male finished his breakfast.  He listened intently and curiously when Foster explained just exactly what a ‘traveler’ was, and found his lips beginning to widen in a slight smile. “Ohhhh, okay. My family simply called you all ‘intruders’ or ‘Passer-byers’.” Casper explained with a single nod of his slim chin, pupils narrowing slightly when Foster simply blurred out that perhaps leaving his blood related family behind was the best thing for him. But honestly it wasn’t of his choosing, he was terrified to be out on his own and he still found himself missing the warm comfort of his mother. “Yeah… better for me.” He muttered slightly with a faint scrunch of his eyebrows as he looked after Foster. His sister was still fresh in his mind, Luna had been chosen to stay within the family but most females were. They were practically worshipped. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and pushed himself to his paws as he hurried outside to catch up with his companion.

    Eyes immediately squinted as they were met with the bright shine of the sun as the great big circle was making its way higher and higher into the sky. “Ughhh.” He groaned softly in pain from the glare, pupils narrowed into slits as he watched the dark form of Foster. He frowned slightly when Foster exclaimed that perhaps they could do some combat training, and honestly Casper needed it. He was a lousy fighter and really didn’t know the first thing, his sister had always been better than him. “Well… I suppose.” He mumbled, feeling uncertain of himself as he padded after his new friend, his long tail dragging the ground as he knew what the outcome of this would be. Him being tossed around. As he moved to where he was now standing across from Foster, his small and skinny figure taking up a stance the best he could before he refocused on Foster, whom was gazing far above Casper’s head. Chin tilting in confusion, he turned his head to where he was now gazing over his shoulder blade, his blue eyes finding the white caps of the mountains. Casper has never really taken the time to observe the mountains but from what he could see, he knew that the mountains were easily the largest piece of terrain he had ever seen. His ears twitched when Foster spoke, causing him to gaze questioningly at Foster, a smile instantly coloring his pale lips. This older cat was simply insane and it greatly amused Casper. “You, Foster… are crazy.” He giggled in amusement, shaking his head. “That sounds terrifying. I don’t think I want to run into any new predators.” Casper meowed, his ears pointed back as he laughed again.

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