03-24-2018, 04:45 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 45%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]This is what happened when he decided to go exploring by himself.
Jerseyboy had strayed around from the frozen lands of Snowbound in order to see what was lying on the outskirts of the territory. He, frankly, was growing tired of numb paws and wanted to see just what was on the outside of the valley. The tuxedo tom didn't care if there was "enemy territory" or whatever- it wasn't like he considered himself a full member of that group, anyways. Jerseyboy had merely chosen Snowbound as a place to rest his head, but he really didn't want to get involved with the politics of it all. He was used to living as a stray, with no limits or boundaries.
The tuxedo tom cast his green gaze cast down the tracks. This was a railway; he knew that much. He had seen these things all the time back home, so where could this possibly lead to? Jerseyboy observed the distant island and the waters lapping towards the bottom of the strip of land, and he could deduce that this was a beach of some sort. Cool, he thought. It wasn't an environment that he was exactly used to, so hopefully he wouldn't die of heatstroke out here.
The tom could pick up on foreign territory when he came across it, though. Jerseyboy had some common sense, surprising as it was. He slowed to a stop, wrinkling his nose as he detected an unfamiliar stench. Yeesh, someone lived here. But who?
Jerseyboy had strayed around from the frozen lands of Snowbound in order to see what was lying on the outskirts of the territory. He, frankly, was growing tired of numb paws and wanted to see just what was on the outside of the valley. The tuxedo tom didn't care if there was "enemy territory" or whatever- it wasn't like he considered himself a full member of that group, anyways. Jerseyboy had merely chosen Snowbound as a place to rest his head, but he really didn't want to get involved with the politics of it all. He was used to living as a stray, with no limits or boundaries.
The tuxedo tom cast his green gaze cast down the tracks. This was a railway; he knew that much. He had seen these things all the time back home, so where could this possibly lead to? Jerseyboy observed the distant island and the waters lapping towards the bottom of the strip of land, and he could deduce that this was a beach of some sort. Cool, he thought. It wasn't an environment that he was exactly used to, so hopefully he wouldn't die of heatstroke out here.
The tom could pick up on foreign territory when he came across it, though. Jerseyboy had some common sense, surprising as it was. He slowed to a stop, wrinkling his nose as he detected an unfamiliar stench. Yeesh, someone lived here. But who?
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