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[CrimsonMoon]

Light only plz

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A shape hurtled through the trees, breaking away from the sunny patches. There was the soft rumble of horses behind the fleeing creature... The hunt perhaps?

[Light]

A tent point towers above the trees, a lone torn ribbon flapping in the breeze. It tears off of the pile and flies through the air, the dark gold stitches on the fabric saying 'Mysta Rivers'.

[CrimsonMoon]

The creature hurtles through the forest toward the woods, releasing a pitiful cry

The pursuers slowly drew closer..

[Light]

A cat runs out in front of the horsemen, squawking loudly. Yellow eyes begin to appear in the dark was, hissing threateningly at the men hunting. 'Leave!' They seemed to hiss.

[CrimsonMoon]

The horses immediately spook and dance away nervously, the knights gazing down at the cat with frowns..

The creature stumbles, nearly fallin into thw side of the tent but skidding to a halt and collapsing on the ground. The crature was huge, enormous beyond imagination... But it was... A horse... A large horse with a white mane and tale and a black pelt... Its flanks heaving and a few arrows protruding from its hind quarters

[Light]

The cats begin coming out of the trees, mewling and howling at them. One even goes as far as to jump onto one of the horses and begin to flex its claws in its far back.

The flaps of the tents fly open with more cats springing, small footsteps coming towards the collapsed horse. The sound of paper shuffling as they walk forward is drowned by the cats beginning to surround and lick at the horses wounds, and shins turn into knees as the figure kneels, "I see... I see... The Lovers... You should get along here just fine... Not a threat..."

[CrimsonMoon]

The horses immediately spook and sprint away from te army of cats... I mean... Who wouldnt be a little freaked out?

The large horse whinnies faintly, glancing toward the voice

[Light]

The cats reow triumphantly and begin to bound back towards the tent, pelts of all colors covering the ground.

Silk and thatch robes of all colors and patterns and textures covered her, held together by thick leather strap around her waist. The bells in her hair jingle as she leans forward and puts a hand on his muzzle, "You're in my care now,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The huge horse blinks at her but then presses its soft nose into her palm, its breathing warm and heavy

[Light]

Her lips curl into a smile, the white strands of her hair falling across the horses side as she leans forward and smooths down its mane, "All who seek me come, all those who are friend are invited. Those with no intent nor invintation are allowed within my tent. The Pride and I will watch over you. Sleep,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The horse seems cinfused but slowly closes its eyes, despite the pain and the ache...

[Light]

Her laughter fills the air as the animal falls asleep, the pain slowly ebbing away like dirt and grime being washed away with a bucket of cold water.

TIME SKIPPERZ
Contrasting to the earlier chill; it felt like a warm; every inch of the animal was covered by a warm fuzzy feline. They all laid still, even more covering the floor of the tent.

[CrimsonMoon]

The horse twitches faintly, raising its large head and glancing at all the cats, makig sure no humans were around he slowly starts to shrink...

[Light]

One of the cats rolls over and a domino effect follows, every cat seeming to wake up once he had begun to shrink.

[CrimsonMoon]

This time, the 'horse' sat up and stretched, examining his legs carefully, his long white mane covering most of his face

(I plan on using this base
greensunwolf.deviantart.com/art/Base-3-194524265

[Light]

One of the cats puff up indignantly, and begins to meow, only to be smacked by another cat. A brawl ensues, the felines picking sides and beginning to scuffle all around the tent, paying the newcomer no mind (they were used to newbies). The tent seemed smaller on the inside than it looked on the outside--either the hundreds of cats or the piles of junk cluttered around being the reason.

(Ohhh :3 otay)

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man... Horse snorts and slowly gets to his feet, tip toing through the kitty fray... Crazy cats..

[Light]

A cat jumps from one of the boxes, flying past him and disappearing into the fray... Lunatics... The front flap of the window was tied open, the morning light streaming in from the outside. It smelled faintly of pipe weed, and bacon, the sizzling sound of the meat cooking heard over the cats screeching.

[CrimsonMoon]

He pauses... He didnt want to go back into his other form... It was too much work... He smorts softly

[Light]

There's a sudden still pause in the tent as strip of the cooked meat flies into the fray, the lucky cat that managed to get hit with it gobbling it up. The rest then all run outside howling happily, the girls voice that had helped him yesterday mumbling to them, "What would you weirdos do if I suddenly dropped dead, huh? Stop bothering our guest."