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Post by Light on Oct 11, 2024 12:47:51 GMT -5
(Indeed. XD Thanks! I hope you have a great Thanksgiving weekend as well, Asrise!)
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rεdwιllow
I'm back in the building again
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Post by rεdwιllow on Oct 12, 2024 12:53:19 GMT -5
(Hey y'all. I'll try to get some replies up this weekend. Also I super forgot that Thanksgiving happens in October in Canada lol straight up went "wait, it's not November" and then I reread posts XD) |
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Post by Myst on Oct 15, 2024 19:47:30 GMT -5
Binx - The Moors - with Samson MotherofSolaceIt was unlike her to fall asleep in the middle of nowhere. No, she took finding a place to stay very seriously, taking great care to nestle her little black body into nooks and crannies where she’d never be found. To fall into even a light slumber in the grasses was unheard of. Though, so had living in any sort of group up until this point. Oh, how things changed. The sound of the surrounding plants giving way to some thing and the air shifting just so was enough to coax her back to the waking world, though only just a little. Eyes opening slightly, she quickly found that the light was obstructed by… something. A larger-than-her something. Forcing them to open further after blinking a couple times, the molly was able to making out the tabby before her and whatever prey he held. The realization gave her a visceral jolt, the only evidence of her shock seen in the way her tail fluffed up a bit. “I’m so sorry – I don’t know what happened,” Binx started, standing up slowly as if metering her movements would convey that she was no threat. Sometimes it had, though she supposed it was always a gamble. “Is, um…. Is this your territory?” The skies only knew what trouble she’d landed herself in now. Whatever fatigue had possessed her moments before had vanish, replaced by a resolve to save some face.
(welcome to my minimally coded reply I've got Honey and the dogs in the works, hoping to get them up tomorrow c:
again, so sorry my activity has been wildly unpredictable as of late)
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2024 14:15:09 GMT -5
hope everybody has been doing alright<3
things have been busy on my end with midterms and work and whatnot, but the next few days should be kinda realxed for once so popping in to just say hi and hope thanksgiving went well for all who celebrated this month!!
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asrise
pfp by a good friend who wishes to remain unnamed!
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Post by asrise on Oct 16, 2024 18:35:17 GMT -5
Vanilla - Vanilla’s garden with Lynx (💗Hollyleaf💗 ) Vanilla brushed her flanks to the wall of her housefolk’s den, trilling softly. She liked to roam the house at night. No one to see me now… She was just about to prime herself for a leap onto the couch when she heard rustling in the garden. Ears pricking, the cream coloured she-cat snuck towards the door. A scent of another cat hit her nose, right outside the house! Vanilla chewed her lip. Her food was out there! But then again, who’s the cat out there with it? It could be a nasty rogue! It could also be a cat like Magpie, though. She forced her fur to lay flat, trying to hold onto that hope as she crept forwards towards the cat flap. She stuck her head out of the flap, her head darting around until she found herself face to face with a brown tomcat who was nosing at her outside food bowl. Vanilla let out a surprised yowl, almost getting stuck in the cat flap. She caught herself, letting her hackles fall before she said anything. The tom in front of her looked young and strong, like a wild cat. And he’s hungry! The plump kittypet gulped. “Hey!! What are you doing to my food?!” She hissed in as threatening of a voice as she could muster, but it came out more like a squawk.
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Oct 16, 2024 19:29:02 GMT -5
Hi is this open for joining?//
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2024 19:33:14 GMT -5
🎄tansypool🪿 - yup!! just read the rules and fill out your forms!
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Oct 16, 2024 19:39:59 GMT -5
k thx!//
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Oct 16, 2024 19:41:41 GMT -5
I might think about it because i have a bunch of other rps going on rn is it ok if I think first though?//
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2024 19:46:07 GMT -5
yeah, for sure! take all the time you need to think c:
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Post by 💗Hollyleaf💗 on Oct 16, 2024 21:06:22 GMT -5
As Lynx studied the contraption, every now and then reaching out to jab at the dry pellets - the first time was to see if maybe it was sticky, the times after that were just frustrated prodding's - a noise caught his attention. Before he had time to seek it out, a cream head popped out in front of him, its' eyes going wide and a hiss escaping the muzzle. Lynx started, his neck fur bristled and he took a few steps back, eyes narrowed at the newcomer. Kittypet! He thought instantly, recognizing the harsh scent of two-legs and their nests. After the initial shock, he realized this kittypet didn't seem like a threat to him. He could tell she was wary, as unsure about him as he was to her. Besides, she was rather plump and he could outmaneuver or outfight her even half-starved and exhausted. Forcing his fur to fall flat around his neck and shoulders, Lynx stood up, his head held high in a show of strength and glared at her.
"I didn't know it was yours," he said, realizing only a moment later how lame that sounded. Heat flashed his fur but he tried not to let the embarrassment show. "I...was trying to figure out how to take it with me...my sister and friend are waiting for me. There isn't much prey to hunt right now and...the forest is unfamiliar. We came from beyond the moors."
Shut up, mouse-brain! What if she has fitter, stronger friends? He shook the thought off before he could fully panic and stared back at her evenly. Now that he wasn't in fight or flight, he got a better look at her. She had pretty, cream fur and she was watching him with startling blue eyes. She was a large cat, more than just plump, but a good size. Wasted on two-legs. The thought passed briefly through his mind as he awaited her response.
(asrise, I hope you had a great thanksgiving!  ) |
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asrise
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Post by asrise on Oct 18, 2024 23:06:03 GMT -5
Vanilla - Vanilla’s garden with Lynx ( 💗Hollyleaf💗 ) Vanilla felt Lynx’s eyes on her. She trilled and backed away, embarrassed. Why is he looking at me like there’s something wrong with me? The cream furred she-cat sucked in a breath, willing herself to stand her ground. It didn’t seem like this cat was looking for a fight, after all. Unless I don’t give him my food, she thought unhappily. “You say you come from… beyond the moors?” Vanilla mewed dubiously. So these cats lived further away than Magpie… and there’s more of them too! She looked around, her heart beating a little bit fast. She couldn’t fight all three cats, even if they were half-starved… and she didn’t want to. “Okay, Okay… You can have the pellets. I’m sure you and your littermates probably need it more than me.” She didn’t seem to have much of a choice, but it wasn’t a big loss anyways. Her housefolk would feed her in the morning. She crept away, back towards the cat flap, not wanting to stay out much longer in the cold winter night. I wish I could have been a bit more threatening… but it seems I’m just another fat, lazy kittypet to them. Her tail drooped. Lynx was already pawing at the pellets noisily, trying to find a way to take them back to the other cats. Vanilla turned around. “You know, you can just ask them to come here. I don’t mind helping other cats. Hey- What’s your name, by the way?”
(Yes, I had a great thanksgiving, thanks!  )
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Post by 💗Hollyleaf💗 on Oct 18, 2024 23:17:43 GMT -5
Lynx | w/ Vanilla (asrise)"Yes, beyond the moors," Lynx said, confused why this seemed to interest her so much. Did she not know there was land beyond the moors? Does she even know the moors? he wondered. Lynx noticed her panic and he assumed she was thinking of his sister and Soot. He had to resist the urge to snort. They were less of a threat than any kittypet he had met before - besides her. She seemed to be interested in a fight even less than he was. "They aren't...here," he assured her, feeling confident that she wasn't going to attack him now. She was too nervous - if she had friends, she wouldn't seem so tense. "I don't want a fight anymore than you do. Fighting wounds take a long time to heal when you don't know what herbs to use." he tried to lighten his tone a little, to show her he wasn't a threat. She was one of the nicest cats he'd met on their journeying - even nicer than the weird elders they had met a long time ago.
His ears perked when she said that he could take the pellets but then relaxed again at the strange look that had passed over her eyes. What was that? Disappointment? Was she upset he didn't want to fight? No, something else. he decided, though he couldn't pinpoint the look. As she turned to walk he padded back to the bowl and jabbed at it again with his paw - frustration prickling his pelt when he realized he still had no way to take it with him, then she turned back and offered for his friends to come. The thought was good - but would it matter? Would Tiger and Soot be willing to walk out this way tired and hungry? If it meant eating, I'm sure. He assured himself. At her question, he tilted his head to one side and flicked his tail. "My name is Lynx. What about you?" |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 12:02:23 GMT -5
I'm working on my replies rn ;w; I did have a bit of a funny question Feathertalon ! Is Sarabi or Rami the technical 'older' sister? |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 17:06:06 GMT -5
 Zee
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Zee flicked his tail. Well. He can’t really tell what the hell this cat’s thinking most of the time. Zee can’t deny he received a response though, so he takes the grumpy noises and grunts in stride. It’s better than talking to nothing but the howling and whipping wind. Though, he’d dare say Killer and the wind aren’t all that different.
Random, often a soft breeze, but also a sharp clawing wind. The ‘random’ part mostly being because Killer came out of absolutely nowhere. And last Zee checked nowhere doesn’t exist. So where did he come from? The forest, of course. But it seems like there’s more underneath all the scars and fur.
“And trials they are. Who’d have thought rocks would be so against my existence when I was a kit.” He replies with a rye grin. Zee was a clumsy kit, and all the sharp pointy and cruel rocks certainly did not a single dingle thing to help with that.
The blue tom’s ears perked at a nearly.. Ominous noise. He’s quick to pinpoint where it came from. Zee seems a bit amused.
“T’is interesting. If you’re looking for prey, we do in fact have a prey pile in the Barn. But since you’re a new, and no offense, scary looking face,” Zee says this with a tilt of his head, “I might recommend hunting in the bins. Or a few other little spots. We’ve got a few rabbit holes too..” The tom trails off, taking a gander over the expanse of the farmland. “I could show you if you’d like. Or I could just run inside the barn and bring you your preferred cuisine.” |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 17:14:06 GMT -5
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Boz thoroughly enjoyed the freefall. The feeling of his stomach suddenly dropping, before plopping into the bundle of hay. Which cushioned his landing. A few definitely got stuck in his fur, if the pokes and prods he felt were any confirmation.
When he carried his gaze happily back up to Wonder, having heard her call his name at his sudden jump. He couldn’t help but quirk an ear at her tone. It sounded.. Worried. He’s heard the same tone plenty of times, mostly from Spackle or his sister.
The tortoiseshell tail lowered, letting the worried molly race up to him to check for his well being. Boz normally thinks these things through a bit more. The thought of making Wonder feel her- the not as pleasant as free fall- stomach drop made him a tad tense.
He shook the feeling away quickly though, and took a paw step forward. Bowing his head to let her check him over. He tries to give a smile, which is a bit mixed up. The thought of making Wonder worried to such a state still leaving him a bit.. Upset with his own actions. “I didn’t hurt myself at all, Wonder.” He replies, blinking. Tilting his head to catch her gaze. “I’m- sorry for worrying you. I got a bit.. overly excited.” Boz says, idly flicking some straw off of one his paws.Goodness, he probably looks like a porcupine. |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 17:19:10 GMT -5
Lavinia
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Winter was brutal. So much more brutal than the she-cat could have ever really comprehended, in the safety of her twoleg home. Now, the she cat has found herself deep in a cold, desolate winter herself. Paws wet and numb after moments when she ventured out to hunt. With the idle hope that she might actually be able to pull her own weight. To repay the kindness she’s been given. All she can hope for is that Cirrus ends up alright, even if Lavinia herself feels less than stellar.
She was laid on her side, curled up just some in the corner of the makeshift.. ‘den’ of theirs. Her expression pinched and furrowed. Green, round eyes snap open at quiet pawsteps. It only takes a few moments for Lavinia to get a hold on her racing thoughts. The fur on her shoulders fluffing up as she uses her front paws to push herself up. Sitting for a few quiet moments as she turns to look over her shoulder.
She could just faintly make out a familiar silhouette. The molly resists a sigh, and a stirring of shame in her belly. Lavinia stands fully to her paws, head low in the cramped den, and pushes out through the entrance.
The only thing her paws are good for are carrying her (and even then, only a short distance before aching) to her destination. And managing to not make a sound when doing it.
Lavinia greets him with a small smile. Her eyes flicked to the rat pieces at his paws, before looking up to the tom-cat. She’s gotten used to the grumpiness from him by now, so she keeps a warm exterior and as warm an interior as she can. It’s nothing personal.
“I am..- I should probably make sure Cirrus is fed first though.” She mews in reply. The brown and white molly sighs, “Thank you, Rudy. I- well. I’ve said this every time, but I appreciate it.” Lavina says, giving an earnest look, before taking a few paw steps closer. Cheerily inspecting the prey he’s brought back.
The first time she’d ended up with a rat in front of her as a meal.. Well. Lavinia felt nearly sick. But she couldn’t deny Cirrus’ or her own hunger. Rats have become a bit of a weird common place now. |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 18:20:00 GMT -5
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Canna’s suspicion didn’t leave her eyes. A wariness that’s never truly left her thoughts anytime she happens upon new, unfamiliar souls. Being trusting is something she can't risk. Not when it's possibly her own existence in question. Her nose twitches as she thinks.She's surprised, when the cat speaks again. Enough so that her expression changes a bit at the wholly unexpected offer. They’re willing to.. Share prey? With a stranger? Canna’s eyes are a bit wider, her soft tail wrapping loosely around her back leg.“...You would be willing to share with a stranger?” She asks, head tilting a bit. As much as exhaustion drags on her features, she can’t help but feel there could be maliciousness behind the gesture. As much as she knows her body needs the energy prey would provide. |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 18:25:59 GMT -5
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Edwina
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Edwina let the darling called sleep take her. Her eyes fell shut, heavy and unwilling to reopen. And sleep with the whispers for company took her. Her whiskers twitching all through her sleep. Paws flexing, and resting. Her ears ticking.
And she awakens with a quiet gasp. Lifting her head as she quickly takes in her surroundings. The voices of unfamiliar cats fading to a dull buzz, and eventually nothing. Her eyes open with a few blurry blinks. Slow and squinted as she takes in her stale, cold surroundings.
The pointed molly still feels sleep tugging on her shoulders. Urging her to flop her head back down onto the now much warmer nest she’s inhabiting. Edwina resists with a chatter, the echo of it on the walls making her ears prick. The small, sleek molly rising to her paws a bit lopsidedly to stretch. Bowing her back, and working her paws in the nest’s grooves.
Edwina snuffles at the ache still lingering in her paws and shoulders. All of her joints are not pleased with her. Even with the… possibly long nap? Edwina blinks. It is a bit darker now, quite a bit actually. It feels a bit colder. So she must’ve gotten a good amount of sleep. How much she doesn’t know, but enough to feel more well rested.
It’s with that realization that the entire barn load of information she received before her rest comes flooding back. In all of it’s disjointed confusion. Something about clans- medicine cats- that’s her- leaders- Starclan? Her eyes widen a tinge. Oh. Oh! Righ-right. She remembers. Okay. All of the curiosity and confusion and wonder is smacking her in the face right and proper now that she’s awake enough to comprehend it. She blinks again. The black of her twitching. It was needed rest, for sure. She hasn’t had real sleep for a few days now. Only the howling, whipping wind, and the cold for company. Edwina didn’t realize how much she missed another presence around. It seemed to make her sleeping easier.
But now that she was well rested, and a bit hungry again (which she dutifully ignores for now), she stands to her full height. Eyes looking around for a powerful form, conveniently named Pumaheart. If the kind molly is up for it.. Edwina can already think of a whole new myriad of questions to ask. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 19, 2024 19:17:22 GMT -5
I'm working on my replies rn ;w; I did have a bit of a funny question Feathertalon ! Is Sarabi or Rami the technical 'older' sister? im down for either or! Sarabi kinda gives off the vibe that she acts and says she’s the oldest when in reality she was born after Rami xD |
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 19:31:33 GMT -5
I was thinking something similar funnily enough!! I was thinking maybe their parents just.. never told them (for fear of the consequences, lol) so they both actively try to prove it in some way shape or form x3
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Post by Myst on Oct 19, 2024 21:34:56 GMT -5
Kuta knows the truth and his only braincell alerts him that he should not bring it up
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Post by soot on Oct 19, 2024 23:13:23 GMT -5
Exactly xD I'll be working on my Rami reply tonight/tomorrow. I totally forgot to do that today-
Also just realized we've got an even 40 for both mollys and toms, nice!
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 20, 2024 0:09:09 GMT -5
Alyssum and Aster Location: The Moor With: Canna ( soot) “Well, if we introduce ourselves, then we’re not strangers anymore.”, Alyssum said. “I’m Alyssum, this is my brother Aster.”, she said, flicking her tail in the orange tom’s direction. Aster looked… less convinced than Alyssum did, much more wary. But he’d always been the more cautious of the two. “Besides, the rabbit would probably just freeze before we were hungry again anyways. Might as well not let it go to waste.”, she said. She didn’t think the she-cat would take kindly to her saying she looked frail and in need of help. So, she kept her mouth shut about that. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 20, 2024 0:14:30 GMT -5
Flame Location: The Stream With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Despite his care for Wila, Flame was also a competitive cat, and he wasn’t about to let her win without a run for her kibble. The snow was a pain, sure, but he had always been a good runner. He remembered outracing many a rival or friend before in alleys and over fences. He’d been gaining on Wila, her lead starting to fade despite the snowy obstacles in their way. That was until the streak that was Wila in his peripheral turned into a blob, and then disappeared. Flame skidded to a halt, wincing at the feeling of rocks and dirt against his cold pawpads. He turned, quickly bounding over to Wila’s side, sniffing over her fur to see if she was hurt. “Are you alright?”, he asked, worry prominent in his voice. |
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Post by whispering on Oct 20, 2024 8:47:45 GMT -5
heyoo! i'll have all my replies up today, latest tomorrow morning. but i'm working on it!
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 20, 2024 9:01:08 GMT -5
No rush, Whisper!
I’ll also try to have replies up in the next few days ^^
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asrise
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Post by asrise on Oct 20, 2024 13:13:50 GMT -5
Rudy - Marsh with Lavinia (soot ) and Cirrus (Myst ) “Yes… Cirrus.” Rudy hummed. He tore off another strip of meat for the young tom. He was growing fast, soon enough he would be able to hunt on his own. Maybe he’s still too used to kittypet life. Rudy felt a pang of regret. Should I have taken him with me? I doubt Lavinia can teach him to hunt. He flashed a look at the small grey tabby. He’s not my responsibility, he’s just Lavinia’s… adoptee. So why do I want to take care of him so much? Maybe be a father to him? When Lavinia spoke again, thanking him for the meal, Rudy shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “I thought that was what friends do.” He grumbled softly. He felt his fur prickle when she showed his appreciation. That makes it all worth it. Except, It’d still be worth it to me, just if these two get fed. Maybe I am changing. On one paw, Rudy wished he could just go back to his old life. On the other, though… He liked being useful. Useful for someone other than myself, that is. He let out a sniff of humour as Lavinia gingerly inspected the prey he’d brought, seeming happy with it. “You’ve not gone green in the face yet. Is that a good thing, or are you just getting used to eating rats?” The wiry, hard muscled brown tomcat pawed at the makeshift den that they’d made out in the marsh. For now, it kept them safe and warm. But like everything for him, it wouldn’t last forever. “We’ll have to move during the thaw. I think the water will flood this place.” Rudy meowed. “Where then? Are you and Cirrus finally going to try finding new housefolk?” Looking at Lavinia and Cirrus, he wasn’t sure about that idea anymore. Not sure about what I’d do without them, more like.Vanilla - Vanilla’s garden with Lynx (💗Hollyleaf💗 ) Vanilla licked her paw absentmindedly. “My name is Vanilla.” She meowed evenly. She still wasn’t sure about Lynx and his friends. They seemed to talk about fighting too much. “Just take what you want…” She mewed, stepping away into the garden. Her belly growled a little with all the talk of food. Maybe if I spend more time with Magpie in the spring, I can learn to hunt and fight. But the idea didn’t motivate her that much. She’d rather spend her time with her friend and explore than have to fight. She shivered. Outside her housefolk’s territory, everything seemed so… mean. Do I really want to explore that? Maybe she was being unfair. What if Lynx’s friends were just as kind as Magpie? Maybe these rogues just needed food and a cat to treat them kindly. So she decided to stay to meet them, shaking the snow off her coat and crouching under a bush for warmth. “Do your friends mind if I meet them?” She asked quietly.
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Post by 💗Hollyleaf💗 on Oct 20, 2024 14:19:36 GMT -5
Lynx | w/ Vanilla (asrise)Lynx flicked his ear to acknowledge her introduction and then glared back at the food, eyes narrowed.
"I can't quite work out how to move all this myself," he looked back at her sheepishly. He watched her shake the snow off her pelt and duck under a bush for cover, and glanced over his shoulder. Her question made his gaze flick back to her and he shifted on his paws. "they won't mind. But, I'll have to go fetch them." he answered. Lynx stood and looked at her for a moment, wondering if he should say something else, but decided he should just hurry and go get his sister and Soot. He dipped his head to her in farewell and headed for the fence and leapt up. Just as he was about to jump back down into the trees, he shifted to look back at Vanilla, his tail swaying in a friendly manner.
"I should warn you about my sister," he meowed. "She can be really annoying." and with that he leapt down into the trees and headed back the way he came. He was able to pick up his scent trail fairly easily and finally, after what he felt like too much time had passed, he slipped out of the bushes to find Tiger and Soot still curled up together - but they were both awake, whispering. When Tiger noticed, her eyes widened and she was on her paws in an instance, running to meet him.
"Where have you been?" she demanded, her eyes alight with worry and annoyance.
"I found some kittypet food," Lynx explained, his paws itching to already be on the way back. He didn't want Vanilla to have to sit in the cold for long, waiting. "The kittypet, her name's Vanilla, she said we can have it. She wants to meet you,"
Tiger's eyes widened and her tail lashed.
"What? Are you mouse-brained?" she demanded.
"Aren't you hungry?" Lynx growled, his claws digging into the dirt. "she's harmless, and nice, and none of us have the energy to hunt right now.
Tiger looked like she wanted to argue, but the fire in her eyes died and her tail drooped. She knew he was right, they didn't have a lot of choices. Soot had come up and he trailed his tail along Tiger's spine to soothe her. She shot him a dark look but didn't argue. Lynx, satisfied, turned and led the way back towards the fences. He went as fast as he could, with Tiger and Soot limping behind him - Tiger was still struggling to walk - and relief flooded him when he saw the gardens stretching ahead of him. He followed his own scent back to Vanilla's garden and leapt onto the top, motioning for his companions to follow. As the three of them landed softly in the wet, cold ground below, he padded ahead, glancing towards the bush where he had left Vanilla.
"I'm back," he said, keeping his voice low. Tiger and Soot finally came up behind him, staying slightly behind, looking uneasy. Tiger's eyes were narrowed. "This is my sister, Tiger," he motioned to the ginger she-cat and then to the black tom at his other side. "And Soot, our friend. This is Vanilla." he nodded to the cream cat watching them, keeping his tone light and friendly. |
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Post by Light on Oct 20, 2024 14:47:28 GMT -5
(I'll try to get responses up tomorrow. ^^)
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