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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 18:50:12 GMT -5
"I would think it would be the opposite," Crow commented with a twitch of his whiskers. "After all, you never know where you'll end up next, so you'd need to be able to think on your paws. That's how it always was for me."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 20:10:46 GMT -5
(sorry for the poof)
"Well unless you had scoped out the area before, I don't see how you could have much of a plan. When exploring, you pretty much just have to be aware of territory borders and make sure you don't accidentally steal any other wanderer's prey," Crow replied with a shrug. "Past that, it's impossible to know what to expect. Have a plan for specific situations maybe, or know what you're looking for in general, but past that no."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 20:32:57 GMT -5
Name: Stormy
Gender: She-cat
Age: 19 moons
Ancestor: Snowstar
Appearance: Small, lithe she-cat with long, fluffy smoky gray fur, pale green eyes, and very long tail. Her narrow ears are notched and tufted, and her claws are unusually long and wicked, though her narrow frame and delicate paws make her appear far more delicate and frail than she actually is.
Personality: Stormy is a kind and sweet she-cat, very caring and a natural mother. She is hospitable to all friendly cats who come to her, as much as she can be. Still, she has not always been that way; she grew up on the streets of twolegplace, fighting for every meal. She is a vicious fighter, something the used to put to good use, and she has killed plenty of cats, both to survive and simply because she could. When she found out she was expecting kits, though, she decided to leave that life and found her way out of twolegplace, and is searching for a good place to raise her kits in the wilderness.
Mate: N/A [open]
Kits: Expecting
Kin: Crow [brother; unknown]
Other: N/A
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 20:34:25 GMT -5
Crow watched him for a moment before pushing himself into a sitting position. "So what's your name? We've shared a meal so I suppose I should at least know that."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 21:34:58 GMT -5
"Crow, obviously because of my pelt," the white tom replied, flashing Dante a wry glance.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 21:49:23 GMT -5
Crow rolled his eyes and shrugged. "You might laugh, but I chose the name for a reason, even if not for my color."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 22:04:38 GMT -5
Crow twitched his whiskers at Dante's surprised expression. It always came as such a shock to others that he had chosen his name, instead of simply abiding by whatever his mother had called him as most cats did. "I find crows majestic. And I didn't remember my birth name, so I thought if I was going to call myself something, it may as well be after something I like. After all, the alternative was to name myself after my pelt or my eyes, which is just boring."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 22:23:51 GMT -5
"A name is an identity. If yours isn't unique or meaningful, there's no point in having it," Crow replied simply.
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 25, 2016 22:32:25 GMT -5
Can I pop in somewhere?))
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 22:36:44 GMT -5
(sure go ahead, if you think you can find a way to get Blossom in there without making it seem contrived. Otherwise I have the queen that I just made that Blossom could end up meeting)
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 25, 2016 23:02:29 GMT -5
Blossom settled down, beginning to lick her fur. It was dirty and matted because she had been in a fight with a dog. It probably rolled in filth, and it even pushed the she-cat into the dirt. She despised such creatures, with their tongues lolling. If only I had been able to kill it. But it would have ripped me to shreds. The sunlight shined upon her ginger pelt, warming it. She relished the warmth, because she had not been able to enjoy it in such a way for multiple days.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 5:46:52 GMT -5
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 26, 2016 10:04:44 GMT -5
Yes, Rose. Hello, Lynx.))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 2:55:47 GMT -5
{ i kind of have a problem } |
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Oct 3, 2016 10:16:47 GMT -5
Bump?))
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 3, 2016 13:56:56 GMT -5
(I'm here)
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 3, 2016 15:50:38 GMT -5
Crow twitched his whiskers at Dante's thoughtful expression. It always amused him when the subject of names came up with other cats; they always found his opinion on them surprising. But, he supposed, most cats hadn't had his opportunity- if it could be called that- to be forced to create his identity entirely from scratch rather than have it built for him over time by those around him. Everything in his life was his choice alone, right down to his name, and it gave him a unique perspective from those who simply saw life as something that happens to them rather than a collection of their own choices and actions.
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