Twig

[⚡] Starter call time!

[💎] Do you guys like cats? What about gems? What about magical cats with gems that protect them from a curse placed upon them by some evil dragon army?

If you answered yes, then this is the blog for you!

Mind giving this a like or reblog if you’d like to interact with a private and selective Gemkat that’s riddled with anxiety problems, but trying to help the world and save it from the war that looms over head?

[🐾] The deerfox thought about the dragen’s response for a few moments. Arcadia City… That was a place that up until now he’d never even known existed. Though he did have to give it points for diversity. There were so many different species, some familiar and many others not so familiar. But all of it was making him just a bit uncomfortable.

“Arcadia City… Doesn’t ring a bell. Though if something brought him here, then it makes sense it’d drag me along too…” Right now, Nega was just thinking aloud to himself. Though while he was thinking, something occurred to him: this dragen, she seemed familiar… But they’d just met, so that’d be impossible, unless…

“… You know Twig, don’t ya?”

[🔥] Lunet scurried onto the snout of her friend, looking at the deerfox with curiosity in her yellow eyes. She wasn’t the only one that saw how much Nega looked like Twig. It was uncanny how much the two deerfoxes looked similar to each other. There had to be some sort of relation between them.

[🐾] Well, that would explain why he felt a sense of vague familiarity. If Twig was in the same city, then naturally the connection would be very strong. He stopped to think about Coalra’s answer for a moment, debating whether to tell her the truth about himself or to tell her a lie so she wouldn’t hate him.

Eventually though, he just decided to tell her the truth, since part of him did want her to be his friend in the long run. Whether that was himself or Twig’s influence on him, he’d never truly know.

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[🐾] Nega pushed himself onto his paws, groaning as he felt his joints ache. How long had he been out, and more importantly, where was he? He felt Twig nearby, who was confused and scared. If he was here…

Shaking the dirt out of his dark-colored fur, he began padding towards what could best be described as a massive city. The buildings here pierced the clouds like the mountains, and everything seemed much much more busy than in Trolberg. … Least he’d have little issue fitting in. Though he really should get some answers about where he was and how he ended up here.

Approaching what looked like a dark-colored dragoness, he calmly greeted her. Though his tone was cold and uncaring, he couldn’t stop the pain of both himself and his counterpart from slipping into his voice at seemingly random intervals.

“Hello there. I was wondering if you know where I am. I’m admittedly a bit lost.”

[🔥] The city was massive and cluttered from top to bottom with many different species from all over. Whoever or whatever was kidnapping anyone and bringing them to the island clearly wasn’t lacking in the verity department that was for sure.

But the big question was: Why? Why was everyone being dragging to this place and kept here like prisoners thanks to the barrier that surrounded it? There had to be a reason for it, right? Probably a no good one if past experiences had anything to say about it.

A voice piped up out of nowhere. Green eyes trailed to it to see a small deerfox there that looked a lot like Twig. The only thing about this one that was different was the coloring. It was reversed for him. Maybe they were related to each other? Siblings or twins. It would explain why they looked so much alike, save for their color.

[🐾] The deerfox thought about the dragen’s response for a few moments. Arcadia City... That was a place that up until now he’d never even known existed. Though he did have to give it points for diversity. There were so many different species, some familiar and many others not so familiar. But all of it was making him just a bit uncomfortable.

“Arcadia City... Doesn’t ring a bell. Though if something brought him here, then it makes sense it’d drag me along too...” Right now, Nega was just thinking aloud to himself. Though while he was thinking, something occurred to him: this dragen, she seemed familiar... But they’d just met, so that’d be impossible, unless...

[🐾] Dragen? Spyder? Yea, he hadn’t heard of those before, himself. Though they did somewhat resemble creatures he did know of… Well, this’ll likely be an interesting learning experience for the both of them.

Though a question occurred to Twig as he silently studied her, if she has wings like that, then surely she can fly for at least a little while. She’d at least be able to get a good distance away if Twig’s assumptions were correct. Though for the moment, he was unaware of the barrier blocking everyone in.

“Well, nice to meet you both. My name’s Twig.” They took a breath, hoping that he isn’t about to tread on thin ice. “By the way, you can fly right? Why don’t you try leaving to go back home? Creatures that can fly would naturally have the best chance of getting out of here.”

[🔥] “I’m Coalra. This is Lunet.” The little spyder raised a pink, purple, and blue-tipped leg, waving at the deerfox. “Oh, yeah, I can fly alright!”

Leaping up into the air, my wings began to beat up and down akin to that of a bird’s. I hovered above the ground for a moment before lying circles around Twig with a grin. After a couple of rounds, I lowered myself back onto the ground. I couldn’t fly for a very long time, being a young dragen still. Flight for longer periods of time would come with age, or so Artemis had said. As of right now, I could only flight for a short amount of time before needing to land. But it should have been long enough to get off the island.

The only problem was the barrier. For some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get through it, much to my annoyance. I was stuck here just like anyone else. What a pain in the tail that was.

[🐾] This... This had to be a joke right? This was beginning to sound like a sick joke without a punchline. Not even flying creatures are able to leave because of some stupid barrier?! If this was a joke, then it definitely wasn’t funny, especially not to the deerfox.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. So even though some of us can fly, or swim, or both, there’s literally no way off of this island?!”

This entire island was just a setup for the worst kind of joke imaginable. Letting out a defeated sigh, he decided he may as well just stick around despite his gut telling him that this entire place was bad news.