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Post by zero on Nov 13, 2016 20:15:04 GMT -5
I don't think there is much we can do without the others. Do you want to rp different characters? )
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Post by zero on Nov 13, 2016 20:17:18 GMT -5
Well, I only have Silva open. ^^' So whoever you want to rp with her. )
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Post by zero on Nov 13, 2016 22:43:37 GMT -5
Sounds good. Sorry for the poof. I might leave again soon since it is getting late. Do you mind posting the starter? )
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 13, 2016 22:49:00 GMT -5
(Sure!!)
Boring, boring day. Cato thought, the cream colored tom was laying on his back, watching the robins-egg blue sky. Scout and Asher left and went on an adventure without him, something that stung the young tom considering that his littermate opted to roam with a friend without inviting him. Don't need him anyways... Once I'm old enough a god will choose me and I can be a Starwatcher. He thought with a pang of longing. Of course, the tom had been dipping his paws into the other trades, just in case that didn't happen, yet he didn't know who he wanted to be with if he wasn't chosen. He was excited about learning a specific trade, and was counting the days before he was old enough to focus his interest.
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Post by zero on Nov 13, 2016 23:06:58 GMT -5
Is he actually going to be a Starwatcher? Do you want to claim your god/goodness? I don't think there is going to be a rush but still. Also, Starwatchers can be claimed at any time. It is just usually at the first or second apprentice ceremony because the gods want to be dramatic. )
Silva slowly pawed the teeth and claws into the bag. The leather was going to be too rough to get in, so she decided not to add that to the pouch. After gathering all of the materials, she stepped on one string of the bag and pulled another. The entrance slowly closed. It was always a wonder how twolegs managed to make such clever things while bumbling about. The crafter picked up her supplies and padded out. Her eyes scanned the clearing to find no one but Cato. She blinked. It was odd not to see the leader smiling with the heir close behind or the group of apprentices that usually sat in the corner of camp. Cato must be bored. She though, returning her green gaze to the apprentice. Slowly yet loudly, she approached the tom. "Do you want to come along?" She asked after setting down the leader straps and cloth bag.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Nov 13, 2016 23:19:59 GMT -5
(Yeah I was thinking either Mars for the irony of it or Mercury x3)
The cream colored tom rolled back onto his stomach, the dust barely visible on his pale coat. He looked at the crafter, then his eyes went down to the bag, curious as to what she was planning on doing. He nodded, still not one for conversation, and got up, padding up to the she cat. "What are you planning on doing today?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly, trying to conjure up some ounce of excitement. At least he would have something to do.
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Post by zero on Nov 14, 2016 17:07:24 GMT -5
Yus. Let the gentle tom be Mars' Starwatcher. :3 )
Silva turned around as the tom asked his question. She smiled to herself. At least this one tried to act excited. The others seemed to be heading all to be collectors. Not that she blamed them. It was an exciting life. If she didn't fall in love with crafting, that would have been her second choice. She looked down at the tom as she spoke. "We are making collars for the gladiators. Leo broke his again and Vitus needs new teeth and claws on hers." She said, sounding much like a disappointed mentor. She looked towards the hills as she walked towards the lake.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 17:14:57 GMT -5
Ambrosia kneaded the ground gently with her paws. She shoved her entire feet into the earth out of angst and unheeded boredom, feeling the grains lodge in the gaps between each of her toes. Her claws were caked with earth. She inhaled steadily, pleasuring in the peaty scent of the air. She stretched out a little in contentment, but withdrew her outstretched legs rapidly, feeling that she would draw attention should she exhibit even the smallest bit of pleasure. Trying hard not to make a scene, she forced herself to wear a normal look. She cast a perfectly nonchalant glance around and flicked her tail. A guilty part of her craved attention, but Ambrosia was simply too withdrawn to pursue even the slightest of social endeavors.
She flicked an ear and got up. She might as well do something, though she didn't know what. Hunt? No. That wasn't her field of work. She exhorted the leader or at least someone to give her something she could react to. She needed entertainment but was too timid to make a social advance. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 20:24:55 GMT -5
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Post by zero on Nov 14, 2016 21:31:50 GMT -5
Sorry. :/ I'm going to be poofy today since I'm finishing a report. I will try to post soon. )
Mongrel; I don't really have a character open right now. Maybe she can be at the lake and Silva and Cato can meet her there? )
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:35:30 GMT -5
Sorry. :/ I'm going to be poofy today since I'm finishing a report. I will try to post soon. ) Mongrel; I don't really have a character open right now. Maybe she can be at the lake and Silva and Cato can meet her there? ) (Fair enough!)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 21:48:01 GMT -5
Ambrosia padded out of her quarters, sunlight blanching her fur. The lake, she thought, hoping to find solace in the serenity and quiet.
She burst into a run, reveling in the heat of the moment. She charged onward, a zephyr caressing her piebald pelt. She looked up at the sky for a moment, finding such enjoyment in the liberating sensation that she decided to loop around again. She was about to circle around when her gaze dropped to seeing level by chance, and she saw two cats at the bight. Her legs froze to living icicles, her body instantly rigid. She hoped they wouldn't notice her, but why wouldn't they? All three stood on relatively flat ground; the silhouette of a cat was sure to prove ostentatious.
She began to back away stiffly, face terse, but gave up. "Hi," she mumbled quietly. |
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Post by Tawnyfire on Nov 14, 2016 22:15:47 GMT -5
(sorry! im here!)
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Post by zero on Nov 14, 2016 22:31:48 GMT -5
Silva nodded, agreeing with the tom's tone. It wasn't interesting but necessary. She would hate to show an apprentice only the fun parts and never the boring parts. Then the apprentice could enter this rank and not know about the tedious, repetitive parts. Not that Cato would enter. She could see he wasn't really eager about the crafter job. She couldn't help but to feel a bit upset. The she-cat wanted an apprentice. She wanted to teach someone how to create something out of scraps and to see them grow. A flash of bi-colored fur caught her attention.
She jumped and blinked when she saw Ambrosia crossing the plains. After getting over her surprise, she was struck by envy. Ambrosia looked so elegant and free. Silva knew her own pawsteps were like thunder, loud and unmistakable. She wouldn't be galloping across the plans. She didn't let this quick flash of feeling effect her smile. She beamed at the timid she-cat. After all, she hated how they were in the same job yet not closer. The other cat was just always closed off and Silva felt weird when she spoke to her, like she was disturbing Ambrosia. "Hello. Out for a run?" She guessed.
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 7:40:25 GMT -5
ello! Sorry for not responding. I feel asleep after posting and didn't see your post. ^^' ) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 15:25:48 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah," responded Ambrosia in a tenuous murmur, slurring her words as though drunk. She hesitated slightly, lifting one paw only to freeze in an instant, but finally gathered the tenacity to advance as the other she-cat smiled in her direction. Unshackled, Ambrosia drew closer, stopping a length away. A sudden burst of discomfort permeated her thoughts as she realized that she had nothing more to say. She leaned back as if to leave, but remained after much inner conflict.
"Uh . . ." she said, faltering to grin weakly. She rose to walk over to the bank and sniff the water awkwardly.
This conversation was getting nowhere. Ambrosia cleared her throat. "Why are you here?" she offered. |
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 18:26:07 GMT -5
Silva's smile faltered. Ambrosia was acting odd. Then again, the she-cat always seemed off. She never really seemed stable and always was...withdrawn. "We are here to make collars for the gladiators." Silva said gently. She could tell the she-cat was feeling a bit uneasy. She felt upset like she had caused this. For all she knew, she had. Her ears flicked back at the thought. "Do you want to follow?" She said before quickly adding, "You don't have to." Gods, that sounded awkward. But the she-cat would hate to push the she-cat.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 18:37:07 GMT -5
Oh. I mean, of course they're here to make collars. Collars . . .
"No, no, I'd love to!" said Ambrosia almost eagerly. "I'm going to need some materials, though," she added shortly thereafter. "What do you have?"
The she-cat knew that there wasn't much variety to begin with, but she figured that she might as well ask. She noticed that she had had her paws in the water the whole time and quickly withdrew them, licking them dry. |
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 19:26:20 GMT -5
Silva, at the sight of Ambrosia licking her paws, moved to a less damp area. She would hate to get all the materials dirty or wet. Muddy claws and leather wasn't very good mix. She made sure to have a view of the lake and have it near some shade. She liked the safety of the lake and her fluffy fur did heat up. After a quick test of her paw, she set down the two leather collars and pouch on dry earth. She slowly spilled the claws and teeth out. "This is what we have." She said, a bit nervous. She felt Ambrosia, a fellow and more experienced crafter, would know her supply was a bit skimpy and would judge. Her tail twitched at the thought. She kept her eyes on the collars and teeth.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:34:10 GMT -5
Ambrosia examined the teeth bestrewn on the foreground. She herself was no aficionado in the craft, but even she could see that the teeth were yellow and almost translucent at the edges. "From what kind of animal did you get these?" she almost muttered, inclining her head expectantly. "The diet determines how one's teeth . . . how they look." She paused for an instant. How could she phrase this? Then it became apparent to her. " . . . How they function. Whether or not they rot. Dogs . . . and of course the other household pets . . . have, well, nasty teeth."
To Ambrosia, the aforementioned words were some sort of intellectual lecture, and how she had spoken surprised her. She seemed to have gone off without even knowing it. Ambrosia prayed that she hadn't messed anything up. Know-it-all or not, she was a well-meaning cat.
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 19:54:16 GMT -5
Silva blinked. She would have thought the opposite. She would have thought the pampered kittypets would have the best teeth, being pampered and all. Thought, the information did make sense when Ambrosia explained it. Back to the issue of the teeth that were questioned. "I'm not sure." She said slowly with a hint of nervousness. She snuck a glance at Ambroasia while mentally scolded herself for not questioning the teeth that brought to her. "The hunters brought it back from a hunting trip. They said it was from some dead wolf they found." Her tail twitched again. Gods, she hoped these weren't going to be bad and then they would have to go back.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 20:04:55 GMT -5
Ambrosia bent down and took a tooth in her mouth. It had a gross film over it, a telltale sign of rot. She spat it out unceremoniously. "I'm not the brightest," she told the other she-cat—a reality of which she was painfully aware—"but I can tell that this wolf had some pretty nasty dinners in its life. Just . . . ugh." She could almost taste the abysmal breath of the animal.
"There might be some way to make them better, though." Ambrosia felt beyond impolite for making it all about teeth, but she told herself that it was for the better. "If we can find something, hm . . . what's the word? I don't know, sour—wait, ACIDIC! That's it—it might eat up the bacteria.
"No, wait," she said quickly, "No risks. Why not bleach them in the sun?" She figured the latter was a much better option. Besides, she had tried that such method before, and it had worked!
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Post by zero on Nov 15, 2016 20:48:42 GMT -5
Poor Cato. X3 )
Silva leaned back with her ears against her head. She wrinkled her nose as the other crafter described the wolf. She forced herself to relax as Ambrosia explained her plan. There was no time for disgust or embarrassment. Her ears perked up as the she-cat explained things she, frankly, did not understand. She could only nod along. She really didn't know how far their gap of knowledge was. Ambrosia called herself 'not the brightest' but this was new information to Silva. She glanced at Cato and saw his expression. The tom was gone. He was not paying any attention to the conversation. "So how long will it take for them to...bleach?" She asked while pushing the teeth so they would all be in the sun. Hopefully, it would take a long time and she could sent Cato back to camp.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 20:59:07 GMT -5
Silva leaned back with her ears against her head. She wrinkled her nose as the other crafter described the wolf. She forced herself to relax as Ambrosia explained her plan. There was no time for disgust or embarrassment. Her ears perked up as the she-cat explained things she, frankly, did not understand. She could only nod along. She really didn't know how far their gap of knowledge was. Ambrosia called herself 'not the brightest' but this was new information to Silva. "So how long will it take for them to...bleach?" She asked while pushing the teeth so they would all be in the sun. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 21:02:16 GMT -5
Silva leaned back with her ears against her head. She wrinkled her nose as the other crafter described the wolf. She forced herself to relax as Ambrosia explained her plan. There was no time for disgust or embarrassment. Her ears perked up as the she-cat explained things she, frankly, did not understand. She could only nod along. She really didn't know how far their gap of knowledge was. Ambrosia called herself 'not the brightest' but this was new information to Silva. "So how long will it take for them to...bleach?" She asked while pushing the teeth so they would all be in the sun. (Wouldn't it be hilarious interesting if Silva put the teeth in the tree, but the niche wasn't deep enough and when the tree swayed back and forth in a storm, the teeth fell out?) |
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