The Bottom(c)

Avernus had been traveling around the territories for a while, however he had gotten tired of traveling and decided to rest at the nearest place he found. He managed to find what seemed like an abandoned barn, he wasn’t sure if any other cats or even predators were in there thought. What way was there to find out besides checking it out? So with this train of thought he headed towards the barn. While heading the however he ran into a cat. It seemed there was actually a cat living here. The cat did seem quite old, but it was best to not assume. “Hi there, were you living here?” he wanted to make sure he wasn’t intruding on any cats land, besides the clans of course. They left their territory for the claiming.

Brackenwing had opted to go for a walk to stretch her aching limbs while there was still light out, though she was no fan of the cold that leafbare brought. What had Batsong told her when she had first gotten injured, to keep moving? Brackenwing hadn't enjoyed the old medicine cat's advice at the time, but living out here at the barn, and with the colder seasons upon the forest, she had come to see the wisdom of it.

Hardly had the marbled tabby stepped foot outside the barn before another cat appeared, unfamiliar scent carried on the cold air. It seemed the barn was a popular place for loners to pass through, and while Brackenwing didn't necessarily mind it, each new face still made her a bit wary. The tom held no clan scent, though his first words weren't hostile, asking if she lived here. "I am, and my mate." Brackenwing nodded simply, "Who are you?"

Avernus once having arrived at the barn was surprised to see cats living there. “My name is Avernus, I’ve been traveling around this are for a little bit. I was tired so I came here to rest. Would you mind if I did that?” He just wanted to nod off for a bit before leaving, he could feel his eyes starting to close on there own. “How about you?” the cat in front of him didn’t seem threatening so, why not talk to them? He had to get practice at keeping himself up as long as possible anyways.

He had heard from other cats that this barn would be a good stay for a short visit, and if he encountered anything living there, that they weren’t that bad. So he hoped to be on good terms with the cats here in the barn. Maybe for future times like now where he needed a place to rest. Always good to have as many connections as you can, that’s probably how Avernus got into this area anyway.

Avernus... Brackenwing didn't know that she'd ever get used to the strangeness of outsiders and their names, even being an outsider herself now. It wasn't her place to judge, she supposed. "Brackenwing," She introduced herself.

The tom looked like he was fighting to stay awake, and his words confirmed he'd come seeking shelter. Brackenwing thought his words were genuine, and while she and Whisperear lived here, this would not be the first outsider that had stayed the night. They weren't heartless, after all. "You can make a nest in one of the corners there," She mewed, "It'll get your out of the elements for the night."

Avernus was happy to finally have a place to rest. Earlier he had to find a nice log that would be his den for the day. While it was okay, it wasn’t anything compared to this. “Thanks for the place to rest, Brackenwing” he was trying to be nice so he wouldn’t immediately have to be kicked out and have to find another log. It would be unfortunate if he had to do that.

To be fair Avernus could just steal some of it and leave if he did get kicked out. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that as he was in good spirits lately. He found a big area with a bunch of nice cats, in it. While prey was low, it should come soon as they’re weren’t many cats there anyway. With his thoughts Avernus begun to close his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

Brackenwing simply dipped her head to the clearly exhausted tom. As he turned to find one of the nests in a corner, Brackenwing made her way back up to the barn's second level, to the nest she shared with Whisperear, carefully stretching out her limbs. Her walk could wait, she decided.