Dobium | Tom | Biromantic - Demisexual | Mentions: OPEN!
"Look at all these flowers," The black-pelted tom muttered, tumbling through the underbrush, trying not to make too much noise. He was in fact, failing, and the greenery snapped and tore under his paws. Dobium huffed, sauntering his way towards the lake for a quick drink. He himself, had not heard of the tragic death that happened earlier. "I wonder if that kit I saw yesterday is still there." He thought aloud, brows narrowing in anger. "What was his name..?" After a moment of thinking, the tom gave up, angered by his own stupidity. "I'll have to ask him, then. Great job, Dobium."

"Maybe I could make him something--" Stopping in his tracks, he looked around, noticing a few small, baby-blue colored flowers. "That will do." Delicately picking the flowers with his teeth, Dobium carried them with him, rolling his eyes at the thought of how idiotic he must've looked. Just get to the lake. He thought, mentally scolding himself.

Finally out in the open, the clumsy tom stumbled towards the lake, setting his precious flowers down, and lapping up the cold water. His fur stood on end though, he felt as if he was being watched..

Vixen | She-cat |Homosexual | Mentions: Indirectly; Dobium. OPEN!
Pawing at the ground, Vixen quickly crawled into a small make-shift cave she found. It was really only big enough to fit one feline, but she was the only one there. "Stupid toms." She muttered, her pelt wet, and voice exasperated. Vixen had just run from the lake, almost attacked by the same Tom who killed someone over a fish. After a while of trying to rest, the sound of crunching leaves woke her, and her pelt bristled with anxiety. Was the Tom back, looking to kill her, too?

"Who's there?" She snapped, calming once the sound faded, and everything turned quiet once more. "It was probably just a rabbit.."

Dobium | Tom | Biromantic - Demisexual | Mentions: Autumn
"What in the--" Dobium quickly turned, noticing the she-cat from afar, and the tom that seemingly ran off. "I wonder if they know each other.." Fur bristling, he tried to dismiss the she-cat, unsure of her actions, and desires. Once he turned, he realized the flowers he collected had fallen into the water, and were now scattered amiss. "Bloody-" Stopping himself, he picked up the flowers that were dry, and placed them into a pile-- claws unsheathed in anguish.

"Fabulous job, Dobium." He commented bitterly, leaning down to take another sip of water, before he collected his shrubbery once again, and began to walk off. Looking up, he realized the she-cat was a bit closer.. Was she coming to talk to him? Unsure, he sat down, observing the other feline from afar. She seemed small, and unaware of her surroundings. Surely she can't be coming to chase me off. He pondered, getting up and inching towards the fiery-pelted she-cat. Might as well greet her, sometimes you need a partner out here. Pawsteps quiet, he let his hackles lower, trying to show he wasn't a thread. Of course, he'd put up a fight, if need be.

Dobium | Tom | Biromantic - Demisexual | Mentions: Autumn, Storm.
The black-pelted tom lashed his tail awkwardly, unsure of what he might've gotten himself into. Dobium's gaze drifted off towards Storm for a moment. Does this she-cat know her? She looks upset. Everyone looks upset. He thought, attention finally snapping back towards Autumn as she spoke up. "The name's Dobium, pleasure to meet you." He purred, glad the smaller cat didn't want any trouble. He didn't notice her hoarse voice, or decided to dismiss it. "Everything okay? I've noticed everyone is on edge.."

Vixen | Tom | Homosexual | Mentions: Indirectly: Monotonous
Yellow octaves snapping open again, the feminine backed up in the make-shift cave, the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping, driving her insane.. "Who's out there?" She hissed, back arching. The sound of pawsteps was relatively close, and she couldn't make out if they were coming closer, or taking their leave.

Dobium | Tom | Biromantic - Demisexual | Mentions: Autumn, SilverSpark.
"Uhm-" Dobium looked away once more, SilverSpark's scream sending shivers down his spine. The masculine was confused as to why she screamed, claws unsheathing in anguish. Once again, he turned to face Autumn once again. "Sorry." He apologized, listening to her words carefully.

The black-pelted tom nodded slowly, trying to swallow any emotion that bubbled within him. "Do you happen to know who died?" He asked, worried the kit he befriended, was now dead. "Was it a kit.. at least?" Setting the flowers down, fear was almost evident in his eyes. "Goodness-- I'm gone for a day, and another death lingers."