.:Running from the River:. Rp

Waterstar never got near the pond.

Only to drink.

She never got close to the river, or the Crying Idol.

She stayed far from any water, even De Drinkplatts.

She would rather hang out in the Birch Forest, or the Ruins. No matter how much she was talked into doing it, she would not go to the pond just for a swim.

But this night, when all the other deer were asleep, Waterstar stared at the stars and the moon in the reflection. She listened for any deer coming, any thing coming at her. So far she only heard the soft sound of deer sleeping.

The cat-deer hyrbid waded out in the water, letting the water reach over her paws. She never went too deep, always afraid.

And she stared at the water, her only eye sparkeling as she felt the water rush between her toes.

From higher ground, across

From higher ground, across the pond Queze watched the odd creature wade out into the shallows.
There was something distinctly feline about this deer, and that brought the possibility of predatory instinct. A promise of danger to the deer who lived here. A breeze flowed across his scales, fluttering his feathers, before whispering out the snarl of his mask.

The wind would carry his scent to the creature below. His presence here would carry a message;
He would watch and judge.
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As Waterstar stared at the

As Waterstar stared at the dark water, a scent hit her nose.

She was not alone.

She normally wouldn't turn around in look, but she always seemed more different near water. She turned around, hissing, expecting to see a familiar face. She arched her body and hissed, the burnt fur on her back rising. Ge- She began, until she realized this was not who she thought she was.

She calmed down, although the fur on her back was still standing up. She ran out of the water, now fearing it again.

I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. She said gentley, at the odd creature. Compared to this deer's size, Waterstar felt so tiny. ...I'm Waterstar. She said, friendly. She bowed, meowing a greeting. May I ask your name? She mewed.
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.

Closing some of the distance

Closing some of the distance between them, he took a moment to watch her startled reaction. The hiss and bristling fur an obvious sign to him, he had spent years hunting far larger cats than this.
"My name is Queze." He dipped into his own bow, eyes never leaving Waterstar's own. "What are you?" He was curt, more than a little cold. He obviously still questioned if the hybrid was dangerous to any of the others.
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My name is Queze. What are

My name is Queze. What are you?

Waterstar somewhat found the question a little rude, however she understood completely; she was weird looking.

I don't really know. Half Whitetail deer. Half Domesticated Shorthaired Feline. Waterstar replied. She sat down and licked one of her burnt paws, using her wet paw to clean behind her large ear.

I look weird, don't I?She said, looking at her burns and scars.
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.

Nodding, Queze hid his

Nodding, Queze hid his momentary confusion. He did not think a deer and cat could mate, so that must mean this creature was magic-made. He would leave that question for later but for now; "Domesticated...this means broken, yes? I did not think cats could be tamed like dogs." He watched intrigued, she appeared to have been burned very badly. Perhaps more magic. "Many here are weird, often in more than just looks. You will fit right in."

Seeming to have come to some unspoken conclusion, Queze visibly relaxes. The tendons in his shoulders unclench and he takes on a less defensive stance. "I was short with you because I was not sure if you were here to hunt, but you are small and I do not think you will give much trouble here." Remembering something she had said earlier he adds; "I am sorry if I have intruded. You said you had been expecting someone else."
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Well... I wasn't exactly

Well... I wasn't exactly Domesticated. The Two-legs usually tame cats of my type and keep them as Kittypets, that's where the "domesticated" part of my species' name comes from. I was born wild, lived wild, will always be wild. Waterstar explained. She also was very glad that she wasn't alone. In fact, she now thought she would be unique in a good way, with her right eye.

Eh, you do not have to worry about me. I'm way to small to hunt any deer here, even the other minis. Waterstar was able to eat mini fawns, however she would never kill an innocent fawn unless she had too.

I am Ombnivore though, and I prefer meat rather than grass. I'll just eat the mice and squirrels and rabbits, perhaps a frog or crow to top it off. Waterstar said, hungrily. She couldn't help but lick her lips and drool like a dog, yearning to sink her teeth into mice guts. Disgusting, but she was feline, she couldn't help it.

That's alright, you didn't intrude. Who I was "expecting", I probably wouldn't seem 'em here. You wouldn't understand... Waterstar mewed, her right eye sparkleing.
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.

He listened to all of her

He listened to all of her words in silence, his tail swishing behind him its feather tip dusting the tips of the grass. After a few moments he nodded; "I don't care if you eat any of the other forest creatures, my only care is for the deer and even then you are welcome to try hunting them. I was curious only because I knew feline creatures in my homeland, though you bare only a passing resemblance to them in both how you look and act. You are very lucky you are not one of them." The threat carries no weight and is more a fact than intimidation.

Content with his appraisal, he bows against and turns to leave. "I hope you meet with them some day."
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You must be thinking of those

You must be thinking of those cats in Tigerclan. Or Leopardclan. Those cats were much more dangerous than me, Waterstar meowed.

Waterstar fur started to rise up again. A quiet growl came from her throat, her eye slits decreasing in size so much they just looked like small, paper thin lines. You shouldn't hope I meet them. I hope I never meet them. And if I do, I'll rip them into shreds and watch them burn in The Place of no Stars. She hissed, claws unsheathing as if she were staring at them right there.
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.

He watches the angry display

He watches the angry display over his shoulder and you can see the corner of his mouth through his mask as he smiles. "I hope you meet them. If you never meet how would you get revenge?" He asks the question rhetorically. "This 'place of no stars', what is it like?" He recognizes the religious ring to the words and as a priest his curiosity is grasped.
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Waterstar was still furious,

Waterstar was still furious, however she would love to get revenge on them. But she still would rather not see them, not ever wanted to deal with it.

The Place of no Stars... the opposite of Starclan. Starclan is a wonderful place that you will go when you die. It is a wide, open field with a perfect view of the stars. You run around with your loved ones and play in the fields forever. In The Place of no Stars, it is a dark, creepy forest, with no stars in view. You cannot be with your loved ones, you must walk though the dark forest alone. Cats who made crimes will probably end up there. Waterstar explained.

I think they are similar to what you deer would call "Heaven and Hell".
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.

He listened intently, nodding

He listened intently, nodding in places but scowling at the mention of Heaven and Hell. "Those are human places." There is bitterness in his voice, but not at you. Those old memories have no place here.

He says no more and seems intent to let you finish your pond visit alone. He bows once more then walks off into the trees; it seems Queze has sated his curiosity for the time being.
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Waterstar was somewhat

Waterstar was somewhat surprise with the bitterness in his voice, however she bowed as he started to leave. It was very nice meeting you, Queze. She mewed.
I have a Master's degree in Wumbology.