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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 19:53:24 GMT -5
a pact with the snow
an advanced rogue cat roleplay
about welcome to Kirovsk, Russia--well, perhaps 'welcome' isn't the correct word. one doesn't travel to Kirovsk simply for the sake of it, nor do they choose the place to settle down with children. no, you simply end up here. regardless of the circumstances that brought you, you are here, and you have no other option but to live (but death certainly is easy, and his arms are warmer than anything you've ever felt as hypothermia begins to set in).
- - setting
located just inside the unforgiving Arctic Circle, in perhaps the northernmost area of Russia, or shall I say, the Russian Soviet Socialist Republic, lays Kirovsk. the year is 1937. though socialism promised much for the working poor, in reality, their thin wallets and waists have only grown thinner as they double, no, triple their work. the hammer and sickle have lied, but nobody dares say so: the eyes of the government are everywhere. anything other than absolute obedience is treason.
the economy that seemed to be booming turned Kirvosk into a mining town. though it is small, with perhaps a couple thousand residents, if that, men work their tails off. they mine nickel tirelessly from the nearby Khibiny Mountains, which are both metal and mineral rich. chemical and processing plants have also sprung up, spewing waste into the sky and ground and water, staining the snow an array of colors depending on what was released that day: the angry, blood-red of iron, the deep blue of cobalt, the egg yolk yellow of sulfur.
it is a mountainous tundra environment. the town itself sits in a narrow, isolated valley, flanked by snowy peaks all around. forests used to grow in abundance, but as the town industrialized, they are beginning to thin. summers reach a high of around sixty or seventy degrees Fahrenheit (most of the snow on the mountains remains intact, though), but in winter, it commonly drops to roughly negative fifty degrees. prey animals include mice and rats, finches and other small birds, the occasional crow/raven, and rabbits and hares. enemies include stray packs of dogs, wolves, bears, and, of course, humans.
but, as people came, they brought their cats with them. cats will naturally want to run away--so that's what happened. now a loose federation of previously home-owned felines own the wilderness. they are tough as the metal that falls from the sky, that flows through their fearless veins. and survival is all they know, all they ever hope to know.
- - locations White Forest: a man-made forest, with metal trees adorned with plastic leaves. strewn with human trash and waste of all kinds.
The Meadow: more of an overrun old wheat field than an actual flowery meadow. though good for hunting, but beware of humans drawing close.Mercury Lake: a lake whose waters glisten with the metallic glimmer of mercury, leaked by one of the nearby chemical plants.
The Twelve Apostles: a series of twelve towering smokestacks from processing plants. it's prudent to avoid these, usually.
The Mines: they reek of metal and are constantly full of humans, but the lure of mice prey and warmth is strong.
Camp: a den stuffed with dry leaves for insulation, deep inside a narrow, meandering tunnel in the side of a mountain--a long collapsed mine shaft.
- the leader lives in a small den in a crag of rock, higher up than the other makeshift dens.
- the herbalist's den is close to the leader's, and is full of softer bedding of prey pelts and fragrant medicinal herbs.
- second-in-command, soldiers, and hunters all share a flat rocky outcrop. their collective body heat keeps them warm.
- apprentices den closer to the entrance of the tunnel, supposedly to toughen them up. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2017 21:37:08 GMT -5
characters get to know the winter-toughened members of this loose confederation of strays--still without a name, mind you. more details, such as visual references, can be found in the joining page.
the leader
the so-called top-ranking cat in the confederacy. unlike his parallel leader in Moscow, rules with an iron paw--socialism does not work in the wild. their word is law.
[ Stark ] - [ 66 moons ] - [ male ]
A solid-built, tall tom with unbroken light grey fur, with a naturally long and silky texture--he's a purebred Nebelung, certified beyond doubt by his unusual spring green eyes. Though he carries a natural sense of authority and power, he's quite blunt and often abrasive towards others. He doesn't care much for how well-liked he may be, but considers the group's survival and quality of life as a greater success overall. Has a sarcastic sense of humor and is generally arrogant.
viridian.
second-in-command
the leader's, as the title suggests, second in command. their word is second only to the one ranked above them.
save--only one permitted
the herbalist
ranked highly due to the difficult nature of their job. has the responsibility of keeping each member as healthy as can be.
save--only one permitted
soldiers
those in charge of defending the confederacy's borders from attack and outside dangers. usually large, muscular cats, riddled with scars from battles they were on the winning end of.
[ Kolya ] - [ 48 moons ] - [ male ]
An unusually handsome tomcat. Has a mask of dark brown flanking both eyes (deep sea blue in color), and the same color brown cloaks all his legs, both ears, and his sweeping tail (probably has some Siamese ancestry). The rest of his body is a mottled dust-brown hue, and his chest and upper back are snow white. A stoic cat through and through, he is one for few words, and is slow to react in extreme ways to his emotions. That being said, though, he has a violent streak--though his intentions are never to truly do much harm.
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[ Elena ] - [ 50 moons ] - [ female ]
Elena is as white as snow. But that's where her similarities to the fragile powder ends. She is a large, muscular she-cat, a Siberian who was bred for the harshness of Russia's wilds. She is at the larger size for this breed, coming in at an astounding 15 pounds of pure muscle. She is also a lot of fluff, but say anything about her soft fluffy fur and she'll have your tongue before you know it. She also has sharp amber eyes that take in everything around her. Elena is practically all business and nothing more. She does her job effectively, leaving no room for imperfections. She also has no qualms in ordering other cats around, especially those who she deems as slackers. She's an independent and dominant cat, and should somebody get on her bad side she has no problem in showing off her sharp claws and harsh words.
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[ Aleksei ] - [ 39 moons ] - [ male ]
Long-haired and muscular, Aleksei was born to a soldier. He has broad shoulders and a brawny physique that are masked by a feathery, silky pelt. Cloaked by a dim shade of grey, this feline's fur is solid and untouched. Pale tufts stick out of his slightly taller eyes along with a lighter spot found on his chest. He has a dark grey, almost black nose. Finally, an alarming, round pair of yellow eyes adorn this tom. Quite the flirt, Aleksei will as enticing as possible to get the attention of others that he wants and deserves. There's no doubt he's self-absorbed and pompous, but it's more than what one expects of a feline. The fact he can go on and go about himself for a long time can be considered obnoxious. No cat would want to put up with his constant repugnant personality, though, somehow there are naive ones who get hooked.
Sand.
[ Taras ] - [ 37 moons ] - [ male ]
From a distance, Taras looks moderately like any other cat. Your average lad really, but upon closer inspection you can see that he is actually rather handsome. Not that I am bragging here, oh deary, no, he might boast about things at times but never about his appearance. Taras is well - big. Large paws cling stubbornly to his fitted limbs, however the life of a stray has left him stout and thin. His fur is thick and long, a blessing when the winter winds come sweeping from the north. His resemblance to a tiger is vague, but just present enough to turn heads. Bold, vertical stripes stretch themselves along the length of his soft gray body, starting at the spine to bleed evenly down the sides. Unlike his feline ancestors, however, his coloring lacks vibrant hues, instead dimming to a soft, calm palette of gray and the occasional spot of golden brown. He is soaked in these tones from head to toe, minus, of course, his eyes His eyes might not be the most.. inviting, but there is something about them that can draw your attention. His eyes are a bright and swimming moss green, contrasting against his light complexion. I can not lie, Taras is one for secrets and is quite the eavesdropper. It would only be truthful to say that Taras knows more than he should, way more. Though he doesn't do much with what he comes to know, not really. He simple bottles them up, tops them with a cork and throws them into the labyrinth of his mind. Taras could care less whether you liked him or not. He does not pay any mind to what you think about him or his beliefs. He knows who he is and that is all that matters, right? He isn't uncaring in the sense that he hates everyone, no. He has a deep passion for the cats he has come to call his companions and cares greatly about them, but he's is not a kiss up. What you see is what you get. Nothing more nothing less. Now I am not saying you can't rely on this tom, why you would be mouse-brained not to. Idle paws are the devil's paws as he always says. Taras very much believes in hard work and will not accept slackers. He's never really been one for commitment after what happened with the last, after Grisha, and don't try and say that you're going to be the one to change that, because you aren't. Despite everything he tells you, his heart yearns for the sea and hopes to return to the salty waters one day.
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hunters
those in charge of keeping the confederacy fed. usually fast, lithe cats with a knack for sifting through chemical scents to find the fast-beating hearts of prey.
[ Motya ] - [ 35 moons ] - [ female ]
Slender-bodied and averagely tall, Motya is an eye-catching feline of a lithe appearance and drastically bold looks. Made up of dark fur and light, her pelt is of a tortoiseshell pattern, with light green eyes to pair. However, despite the dramatic nature of her appearance, it would be a mistake to say that her personality lines up according so. A characteristically docile and goodhearted creature, Motya is the sort of cat that believes in equality and good deeds above all else. However, when pushed to accomplish these things without the proper means to do so, the lines between good morals and bad can sometimes become blurred for her, and desperate thoughts can lead to desperate actions.
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[Hawke] - [ 32 moons ] - [ Male ]
Upon first look, this lithe tomcat of average height gives off the impression of being a feral bred alley cat. The faint orange-yellow eyes paired with his medium length ash gray pelt, mottled with streaks of near white and black and a dark face, do not help to change this opinion at first glance. These assumptions are not far from the truth however, for none is known about the lineage or family of Hawke besides from coming off the street. His personality does a decent job at reflecting his muddled background, believing that all things at their core have some evil in their hearts and will do anything to get ahead. He is slow to trust others, but when the bond of trust is established, one can be sure that Hawke will be their to lend his help with no questions asked. Armed with his competence in hunting and health, as well as a tongue and personality that can be both abrasive and charming, Hawke will do anything to accomplish his tasks at hand.
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apprentices
the younger members of the confederacy, learning from those older and wiser than them.
[ Yuliy ] - [ 10 moons ] - [ male ]
Known for his fluffy pelt of dusty gray, and his owlish amber eyes, Yuliy a wide-eyed looking character, though not one who is lacking in a calm side. Innately thoughtful and being of a quiet demeanor, this tom has made a reputation for himself as a being who translates his thoughts humbly through mumbled words and well-meant concerns. He is polite, always considerate, though sometimes he can be just a little bit distant, judging by the look in his eye.
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[ Buck ] - [ 8 moons ] - [ male ]
A blanket of soft cream colors the pelt of this energetic tomcat. Faint tabby markings darken some areas here and there in Buck's pelt, creating shadows that ripple through his pale coat. While his pelt is sleek it is actually thicker than it looks, suiting him well for the harsh cold weather that takes hold of the rogue's territory. To go along with his cream tabby pelt he has soft amber eyes that are alight with energy. Buck is known for his unbridled energy. He's here and there and everywhere, running around and getting into things that he truly shouldn't; he's the kind of cat that gets underneath the paw of another, only to cause the other cat to trip and fall, but Buck doesn't mean to do that, he really doesn't. He's also a very friendly cat, too friendly really. He sees no wrong in others around him and believes that everybody has good in their hearts. His good nature and ability to trust too easily can easily be his biggest flaws, especially in a harsh land such as this.
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[ Vitaliya ] - [ 6 moons ] - [ female ]
An awfully fluffy, feathery she-cat, Vitaliya carries a mass of fur on her agile, young bones. It may not be seen as attractive, but it's what she has and it doesn't bother her one bit. Silver grey is the most prominent color found upon her pelt, streaking from the top of her ears to her long tail. Faint mackerel tabby markings decorate her pelt but grow muddled with the scattered patches of pale ginger. There are also other grey-brown patches that are much more common on Vitaliya's pelt. From her chin to her paws, her fur is completely white and left untouched like the socks found on her hind legs. Lastly, this she-cat has tall, tufted ears and muddy amber eyes. A canny feline, Vitaliya is fairly good at being sly with her movements. Quick-witted, she is alert at all times and isn't the type to listen to one's advice or criticism. She doesn't take criticism lightly and sees it as a jab at her which will upset her, no doubt there. Because of her difficulties with criticism and advice, this silver patched tabby holds her guard up high and can grow irritated easily if someone tries to break it down.
Sand.
[ Cliff ] - [ 10 moons ] - [ Male ]
For his age, Cliffpaw is huge, even for a maine coon. His pelt is a ticked brown color, lightening to a copper on his chest. A white splash adorns his chest and bleeds into his chin, as well as marking his toes. His eyes are an emerald green, blazing and determined. Cliff definitely has some form of trust and commitment issues. He's got the mind of a street cat, cold, calculating, and always weary. He's a tough cat on the outside, but honestly, he's a bit of a softie at times, though he'd never admit it.
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mothers
those carrying kits in their belly, or those still nursing very young kits. their role is underrated, often times--it takes strength to be a mother.
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children
the smallest, weakest members of the confederacy--but their futures have potential to shine brighter than everyone. raising them is a task of vital importance and attention to detail.
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relationships Stark is Yuliy's mentor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 13:42:22 GMT -5
current plot season: early fall. temperatures are beginning to fall, and food (mice, rats, finches, and rabbits) are slowly becoming more scarce. prey stores must be made soon--the stakes are high now to survive somewhat comfortably in the winter.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 13:45:15 GMT -5
aaanddd... this is officially open for joining! pop on over to the joining page (link above) to get started!
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 18, 2017 23:33:27 GMT -5
-sticks that leg in real fast-
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 13:43:44 GMT -5
fyi might close this soon. we'll see
also I gotta add mentors and apprentices to the relationships part aaa
also I'll post a starter either tonight or tomorrow! heck yeah
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 19, 2017 14:53:20 GMT -5
Got it!
Yeah you do. DO YOUR JOB, VIRI. >:U
WOO! <3 Take your time. <3
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noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Aug 19, 2017 14:54:01 GMT -5
-slips in-
this is beautifully made and
oh my goodness the descriptions of everything are great i love them
gonna drop some cats on the joining page :') |
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 19, 2017 14:58:55 GMT -5
-slips in-
this is beautifully made and
oh my goodness the descriptions of everything are great i love them
gonna drop some cats on the joining page :') man that's what i'm saying look at that wording. dang, viri.
Remember to send an RP sample to either of us, if you haven't already! <3
Thank you! |
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noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Aug 19, 2017 15:02:32 GMT -5
-slips in-
this is beautifully made and
oh my goodness the descriptions of everything are great i love them
gonna drop some cats on the joining page :') man that's what i'm saying look at that wording. dang, viri.
Remember to send an RP sample to either of us, if you haven't already! <3
Thank you!
i'll send it later tonight, I'm about to leave for work! |
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 19, 2017 15:04:28 GMT -5
man that's what i'm saying look at that wording. dang, viri.
Remember to send an RP sample to either of us, if you haven't already! <3
Thank you!
i'll send it later tonight, I'm about to leave for work!
Good luck at work! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 22:46:04 GMT -5
what up everyone! (gonna tag y'all just to get your attention, hope it's not too annoying ahh ᴏᴡʟ Feathertalon sning)
for those of you that have posted on the joining page after being approved to do so (with the exception of Sand--take your time fam), all your characters have been added and are ready to go.
for those of you with apprentices, feel free to choose a mentor from any one of the soldiers or hunters.
lastly, I'm considering it a plot point that Stark is thinking of choosing a second in command soon, since nobody's claimed it. may the -ss kissing begin
anyway! currently working on the starter.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 19, 2017 23:02:28 GMT -5
-sits with my popcorn to watch the kissing begin-
Take your time with the starter! <3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 0:01:53 GMT -5
season: mid-fall, perhaps early November.
location: camp
That first tight, breath-catching grip of dull panic rose inside of him as he watched the year's first snowflake land on his paw.
Stark rarely slept anymore. Something that was constantly buzzing in his head never let him rest his eyes comfortably for more than an hour or so, so once the rest of the group was fast asleep in their nooks, he sneaked out on his own, and didn't tel anyone to avoid disrupting their sleep--against the advice he damn near preached to every other cat in the group. But for some reason, he thought himself above the vague danger of being bested by another fiercer creature out there in the darkness; he was capable, stronger than the lot of them all, most likely. He would be fine.
But he planned out his whole governing style as he sat out on the crag just outside the tunnel leading to the den. It was his private space to think, to strategize, or, most of the time, to escape the noise and scent of every other cat in that stagnant cave they all shared. He would nestle as comfortably into the stone as he could against the whipping wind--which, as of late, gained a certain bite, the kind that chilled one to their very bones, that it only had in winter months--and watch that mountainous landscape lighten from an eerie total darkness, permeated by dots of candlelight in faraway human windows, to a dreary, polluted, grey landscape of fake trees.
Then, the snow fell. The grey tomcat didn't register what exactly it meant at first, thinking it nothing out of the ordinary for a couple moments. Stark had seen hundreds of snowfalls in the course of his life, and they were nothing much more to him than simply an event that occurred. Snow was as common as the ground his paws walked on. He blinked down at the single white dot on his paw, marveling to himself how white it was--usually snowfall was any other unnatural color than this pure shade. And then it struck him that this was indeed the first of the year.
It made him spring into action, immediately rising to all fours, and ignoring the stiff ache in his limbs that arose from sitting still and watching everything and nothing for so long. That certainly changed things in his racing mind very quickly; his thoughts went from the possibility of allowing them all some needed time to rest, and focus on re-enforcing borders and training apprentices to building a large supply of food, and as quickly and as well as they could before it was too late. Stark had seen it before. He'd been on the ill-prepared end of existence before, and he couldn't describe with words how agonizing it was to be trapped indoors by a snowstorm, starving, life ebbing.
He hightailed it back into the main part of their den, following that narrow, meandering tunnel to where the rest of the group lay sleeping. Nevermind if they were dreaming peacefully or just beginning to stir on this seemingly lazy kind of morning--there was an urgent subject to be discussed that trumped anything else. He burst into the main chamber with a determined kind of scowl on his face, eyes narrowed, and frankly, didn't care if he stepped on paws or tails as he made his way noisily to his rocky outcrop.
Once he scaled the taller rocks to just outside where his own personal den lay, Stark gave a low warning yowl, hoping it would catch the rest of his group's attention quickly. "Everyone--get up. Listen," he mewed authoritatively. He allowed a moment for bodies to stir, sleepy eyes to crack open and minds to turn on again. "I just saw the year's first snowfall. That means we--we basically have to double the amount of work we're doing right now." There was nothing sympathetic or feeling in his tone.
"I want two hunting parties out, right now," he continued on, settling on his perch. "Lead by our hunters. I don't care if it's not what you specialize in, or whatever--everybody is going to hunt today." He paused. "Understood? Good. I want one group by the lake and mines, the other by the forest and meadow. I don't care who's in each, just make it happen." And with the conclusion of his announcement, the grey tomcat began to descend from his lookout to rejoin the crowd, and, begrudgingly, choose a hunting group to join for the day.
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noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Aug 20, 2017 17:40:13 GMT -5
i'm home from work! i'll write an rp example now! thank you for your patience! ] |
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 20, 2017 19:26:09 GMT -5
Y U L I Y
Ah, he always felt like this when he woke up.
Sticky-eyed and heavy-boned, with his fur clinging desperately to his sides, Yuliy felt about as fresh as a corpse. His mouth was dry, as it always was in these early hours, and his muscles ached with something chilly in the air. He supposed it was cold outside again, but that wasn’t a surprise, by any means. It was always cold where he- they- lived, and the damp stone beneath his frost-laden paws did little to help this fact. He supposed he’d pushed aside some of his bedding in his sleep, leaving his toes free to grace the icy earth below. This didn’t surprise him either. Yuliy wasn’t the best at sleeping; his version of slumber was more of a restless, tossing nap, if anything; but it got the job done… sort of-- barely.
Not quite cramped, his body felt overworked, really. Had he done anything though? No, not particularly- nothing more than the average, much to his mentor’s probable disappointment. What was such a mediocre cat doing as the apprentice of Stark? You know-- the Stark? Yuliy often wondered it himself, though that wasn’t to say that he felt any bitterness in questioning this odd little reality of his. Yuliy was ordinary; ordinarily pleasant, but ordinary. He spaced out frequently, didn’t excel or lack in many areas, and was exceptional only in his ability to be exceedingly polite, even in the worst of moments. So what was he doing beneath someone of such high standing, and incredible arrogance? It was beyond him, but he was grateful, he supposed… confused but grateful. Still, there were things he didn’t tell Stark, and probably for the better.
He didn’t tell his mentor that he slept as poorly as a hyperactive mouse; didn’t tell him that sometimes he just couldn’t quite keep up with the training methods put forth because of how fatigued he felt. He didn’t dare tell him that with every mention of his size, he felt himself getting a little bit smaller, and a little bit more tense. So he stayed quiet, rolled his eyes in private, and brushed it all off with a sigh.
His life wasn’t terrible, no- average, like him- but that didn’t mean that he was always thinking of it in such a positive light. But whatever; maybe he was just complaining too much. He’d shrug it off in due time, as he always did.
Rolling onto his side, the air that hit Yuliy’s belly was cold enough to make him shiver as he stretched, and yawned, and shook out muscles that had spent far too long balled up and knotted. He didn’t particularly like the cold, but if he was outside, it was tolerable enough. What he really didn’t like was being cold inside camp, because the air in camp was the underground kind; the stick to your face, lick your skin, and dribble down your back kind. Sure, plant matter had been dragged down from the surface to make everything seem a little bit friendlier, but even that felt caked with clingy cave air... Or was it just Yuliy thinking all this?
Some might say that Yuliy paid too much attention to all the wrong sort of things; that the distance in his eyes was because of all the daydreams he usually clouded his gaze with. Some even said that he saw more of his imagination than he did of reality, and sometimes he would agree with them; sometimes he wouldn’t. Yuliy saw the world in perfect, ordinary color; he just didn’t know if he cared enough to truly look.
‘Double the amount of work?’
With his eyes tracing the cloud-gray form of his mentor, Yuliy didn’t even bother to lift his head from his paws as he rolled once more onto his feather soft belly, with his aching muscles now hanging loose and lazy. He supposed it was getting towards that time of year again; the bitter moons would roll around soon enough, and when that time came, the bellies would start to shrink, and the cats would begin to--
He shuddered.
He couldn’t blame Stark for his abrupt instructions then, as much as his sleep muddled mind would have loved to. Laziness was not a liberty many cats were permitted to take, even at the best of times, and certainly not now that the snow was beginning to fall. Soon the ice would begin to creep in, and those with idle paws would all find themselves frozen with it. So with that in mind, Yuliy pushed his legs and stood where he’d slept, and simply hoped with all his heart that his pelt wasn’t entirely matted. Matted fur was the worst, after all.
“Stark,”
Weaving and tottering as he slunk by sleeping cats and stretching paws, the little tom- in all his moon-eyed glory- was ever so careful as he made his way towards his mentor’s side. Unlike the leader who trained him, Yuliy was far too polite to step on any tails or toes, and if he had done so, one could correctly assume that it would have been another minute before he’d reached his destination. He’d have been too busy uttering his apologize to make any further progress, and while this scenario had played out many times in the past, it didn’t this time, and perhaps that was for the better.
“Who-- good morning, by the way, sir-- who are we joining today…?”
Yuliy had never been the best at hunting- could never quite place his paws right, or judge the distance between jumps as instructed- and you could see the hesitation bloom clearly upon his face as he gazed up at his mentor. In doing so, he was once again reminded of the difference in size that the two displayed. One of them- Stark- was tall and handsomely coated, while the other- Yuliy- was small, and (in his own opinion) resembled a frazzled shrew more than a cat. Before he’d been apprenticed, Yuliy hadn’t quite noticed these aspects about himself; but when paired with someone of Stark’s presence, it only seemed natural to discover these things, didn’t it?
Hopefully we’re not going with the group headed towards the mines.
He really didn’t like caves, or mines, or the general underground. Along with this, he could only hope that Motya would be leading whichever patrol he so happened to land himself in, and no, that wasn’t due to some bizarre case of favoritism. Yuliy preferred Motya simply because she wasn’t Hawke, and he didn’t prefer Hawke because Hawke wasn’t quite as calming a presence as Motya… So maybe he did favor Motya. Regardless, it wasn’t as if he had anything against or for either of them.
Twisting now, his wide orange eyes straining against the dark of camp, Yuliy briefly let his attention fly from the tom he stood with, to the she-cat in question. Across the way, he could hazily make out the shock of her fur, as dark and brilliant as always. He’d always thought her fur was pretty; the color of pitch and embers, all contained within one short pelt. But aside from that, he thought her admirable, above all else; always hoping to do the group good, always putting forth her voice when needed, even if it trembled. Sometimes he wished he could do things like that too, but then… perhaps it wasn’t his place.
With a tense face, it was clear that Stark’s announcement had worried her, to some degree. It was an understandable feeling; winter was always unpredictable and harsh, with little ways of predicting how your day might go next. However, even with this news fresh in her mind, and a nervous energy now fluttering around her head, she still went about her morning ritual as smoothly as usual, her lithe form twisted as she groomed the fur along her spine.
Blinking, he swiveled his head till he was once again peering up at his leader’s face.
He still felt sleepy.
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 20, 2017 20:46:13 GMT -5
(Hey, I posted on the joining page ^-^) |
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 20, 2017 20:48:14 GMT -5
(Hey, I posted on the joining page ^-^) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 20:55:39 GMT -5
don't remember getting one from you. please send me a roleplay sample asap.
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Post by Sand on Aug 20, 2017 23:23:23 GMT -5
what up everyone! (gonna tag y'all just to get your attention, hope it's not too annoying ahh ᴏᴡʟ Feathertalon sning)
for those of you that have posted on the joining page after being approved to do so (with the exception of Sand--take your time fam), all your characters have been added and are ready to go.
for those of you with apprentices, feel free to choose a mentor from any one of the soldiers or hunters.
lastly, I'm considering it a plot point that Stark is thinking of choosing a second in command soon, since nobody's claimed it. may the -ss kissing begin
anyway! currently working on the starter. [ Fam took her time, surprisingly - she has completed her forms. She also apologizes deeply if she messed up on the forms. ] |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 21, 2017 0:51:46 GMT -5
[ I'll try getting a starter for my cats up tomorrow! College move in day was today and ahhh busy busy ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 1:20:17 GMT -5
sand: nah, your forms are fine. I'll add em tomorrow once I get back on an actual computer.
feather: yo, no biggie! I totally get it, I'm moving in at the end of the month, and I've been dying to leave, so I'm lowkey a little jealous :^)))
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Post by sning on Aug 21, 2017 9:19:48 GMT -5
(Yoyo I finally got a chance to quickly writing something between packing for move-in day and spending time with people.)
Dark paws thumped against the frozen tundra, snow flying up behind the cat. A mix of colors painted the air and the ground, the factories presumably taking the time to work in overdrive. These conditions could not keep Hawke from his goal though: a surprisingly plump rabbit. The prize of this dreary wasteland. If he could manage to catch this, their prey stores could be stocked for a significant amount of time. This was exciting, the adrenaline masking the burn in his lungs and muscles. The distance was quickly closing between the two creatures and Hawke jumped at the rabbit, confident that he would make it! Just as tooth and nail were about to clamp down to seize the score... He was whisked back to reality.
What an unpleasant way to wake up.
The patch-pelted tomcat groaned with irritation at this disturbance from his much needed rest. Hawke, as one of the only two hunters in the ragtag coalition of felines, had been working his pelt off to prepare for the upcoming winter. It hadn't been long since he managed to escape from the prison-like household he was brought into, but he knew how rough the tundra winters could be. 'Just another day of work, I suppose...' His muscles ached from the exertion in the dream and- no. It wasn't the dream only.
The air. The frigid air nipped at Hawke's entire being, certainly colder than it had been in recent memory. Its icy existence pierced him to the core despite the heat given off by his groupmates scattered around the shelter. If he did not have this odd immunity to the early morning sleepiness that seemed to plague all others, the conditions of the day would have roused him to full attention undoubtedly. Thoughts on why it was so frigid raced through Hawke's mind: 'Is it extremely windy out? Have there been more early risers than usual? Was it all in his head perhaps?' All theories were removed from his mind as soon as the distinctive call of their leader rang out. He originally ignored the pawsteps that he heard through the den, assuming it was one of the soldiers arising already. He was dead wrong, and the realization was much more grave.
'The winter's first snowfall? Already?'
Hawke's distinctive eyes flicked open in panic at these few words. He focused on Stark, ignoring the black spots clouding his vision, desperately searching for any sign that this was an attempt to simply bring them all to attention. Nothing was there to confirm this... The situation was true. That meant the winter had come quickly and Hawke had lost track of time. Their main food sources will be steadily declining from here on out, preparing themselves for the harsh approaching winter.
Pushing himself up out of his sleeping position, the cold air slamming against his underbelly and sending a shiver through his form, his gaze quickly darted around. Among those who hadn't quite stirred yet, he counted those who were already starting to become active. It seemed like four of the group at the moment: Stark, himself, his fellow hunter Motya, and the leader's apprentice Yuliy. He had always respected Motya, though he didn't quite understand her fully. Her pelt was pretty, she was certainly skilled as a hunter, and her focus to provide always resonated with him. The only thing to not understand about her, really, was her contrasting look on cats. She always seemed to see the best in everyone, while there was a deeply rooted belief in Hawke that all had evil in their hearts and cared only for themselves. It had always been funny to him honestly: two hunters with entirely contrasting outlooks. He had never picked her brain on this topic during one of their hunts, fearing it could cause some sort of divide. And it seemed like he would not have the chance to anytime soon...
Yuliy had always been an interesting cat to Hawke as well. His polite and kind demeanor, like Motya, contrasted Hawke's. It was infinitely more amusing that he was taken under the paw by the great and intimidating Stark. Now THOSE two were quite the pair...
Ah well, enough thinking about the others in this band of cats. Today was looking to be a day of work, and Hawke had best prepare himself for taking out a hunting group like Stark had ordered. The tom stepped off his warm spot on the ground to walk towards those who were already awake, the icy ground chilling his paws. He welcomed the chill for it would only help to prepare for the day. Getting acceptable close to Stark and Yuliy, the tom awaited his assigned hunting party. Catching a glimpse of Motya grooming herself, growing suddenly self confident that his mottled fur looked like more of a mess than usual, he gave himself a few quick moments to clean up.
What a joy it would be today...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 15:06:50 GMT -5
this thread is now closed to joining. the last two people that are allowed to post on the joining page are lozi and noble.. thanks everyone for joining this and making it a success!! :'^)
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 21, 2017 15:10:03 GMT -5
The yowl of her leader had not been what woke her up.
The crack of dawn had even seen her up and at it. It wasn’t even that she hadn’t slept well or anything of the sorts, no, it was due to her having felt something in her bones. Something told her to get going earlier than usual - and Elena was always the type to get up and start going as soon as she could.
It had been the coming snowfall that had gotten her up. She had felt it. In all of her years living in this desolate area she had learned to read the signs nature gave her through her bones, her blood. This land was all she had ever known, and she had learned more about the land itself than having learned about the camp mates she lived with. Knowing what weather was coming was more important to her - weather could hinder or help hunting or fighting or every day life. It was something Elena had found herself becoming attuned to. So when the first snowfall began, she had already been ready.
The soldier found herself already in camp as the leader made himself known. The white she-cat blinked, sat down, and listened intently to what Stark had to say. So he had noticed it as well. Of course he would want more hunting patrols. With snow coming then it was certainly time to take down as much prey as the cats could possibly do. Even while she was not a hunter, the white she-cat made herself known; she fluffed out her already thick pelt and looked around, looking to see who would go with her or who she could go with.
[ the world's worst reply, but i promise i'll do better soon - im so tired but i needed to get a reply innn omg ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 15:16:08 GMT -5
it's all good Feather! I don't see myself writing the best of replies either in the midst of college move in and orientation n stuff. don't worry :^)
side note: gonna get in a Kolya starter in a little bit, probably by the end of the day.
also, friendly reminder for those with apprentices to choose mentors! just to make things go a lil bit smoother
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 21, 2017 15:17:32 GMT -5
Motya or Hawke can be Buck's mentor c':
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Post by Sand on Aug 21, 2017 19:50:53 GMT -5
[[ I don't mind who mentors Vitaliya as long as the character can put up with her. ]]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Aug 21, 2017 19:57:28 GMT -5
( I love you both dearly but you gonna need to CHOOSE. )
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Post by Sand on Aug 21, 2017 20:01:53 GMT -5
[ okok, hmmm.
assuming Vita goes the route of a hunter, it'd be between Hawke & Moyta-- but Feathz picks first.
if she goes the route of a soldier, it's Elena.
sorry if I'm poofy, I may be writing a starter & a paper for my criminal justice class ]]
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