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Post by whispering on Oct 30, 2024 13:31:04 GMT -5
pssh take your time
life gets crazy 🥲
thanks for the will wishes guyss! i am definitely not used to working again🥲 but hopefully i get reacquainted quickly
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Post by asrise on Oct 30, 2024 13:46:31 GMT -5
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ Welcome!! I can't wait to see what characters you make! whispering good luck on the job, i wish you well! I am DONE my midterms! So I will write something up pretty soon, maybe today or tomorrow.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 13:51:16 GMT -5
Rush -- 3 Years -- Male
Confident | Reckless | Smug
Lanky cream-colored tabby tom with white paws and light yellow-green eyes. He has large bat-like ears, with a nick in the left tip, and a few faded scars on his neck and nose bridge.
Loner | EtherClan
Cis AroAce (but will flirt for fun) | Born loner, separated from his mother and siblings voluntarily when he was 5 months old for personal fulfillment, but had a good relationship with all of them. Their whereabouts are unknown (open to other OCs being his family!)
Whisper -- 14 Months -- Female
Curious | Naive | Pushover
Longhaired mottled black-and-white she-cat with green eyes. She has small fuzzy ears, furry cheeks, a short muzzle, small paws, and a large feathery tail.
Loner | SylvanClan
Cis Bi | Born loner, mother and 2 siblings were abducted by twolegs when she was 4 months old (open to other OCs being her family!). She developed a lot of survival skills as a result of being alone, notably herbal remedies and treatments for common ailments.
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 13:54:23 GMT -5
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ Welcome!! I can't wait to see what characters you make! whispering good luck on the job, i wish you well! I am DONE my midterms! So I will write something up pretty soon, maybe today or tomorrow. |
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Post by whispering on Oct 30, 2024 14:37:59 GMT -5
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ welcome! i’m excited to see your characters i adore whisper(not just bc of the name xD) y’all i’ve been thinking about doing a bite introduction and have her like absolutely terrorize someone xD not enough to do damage, maybe they escape? but just something to start rumors about the new feral dog around
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 30, 2024 14:44:14 GMT -5
Feathertalon not me literally just realizing I didn’t reply with Flame and Wila 🤦🏻♀️
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Post by Myst on Oct 30, 2024 15:38:32 GMT -5
Welcome 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄!! I always love seeing new menaces ooooo Bite introduction could be so fun!! I just don't know who she'd terrorize |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 15:57:02 GMT -5
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ - welcome to the roleplay!! I’ll add you as soon as I can, but you’re more than welcome to start roleplaying c: I could possibly suggest Bite going after Flame and Wila now that they’re close to the moor? Maybe them running from her is how they run into Kuta and Gray (if I remember correctly these four were going to meet?)
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Post by asrise on Oct 30, 2024 15:59:33 GMT -5
Vanilla - Vanilla’s garden with Lynx, Tiger and Soot (💗Hollyleaf💗 )
At the sound of three cats dropping down into the garden, Vanilla stirred, letting out a surprised mew. She took in the sight of the new arrivals, the ginger she-cat and the smokey black tom. So these are Tiger and Soot… They look so thin! She could almost see their bones poking through their pelts. The cream she-cat felt a little bad for them now. They were just hungry… Still, she kept behind the bush. Hungry cats can be dangerous cats.
Hearing Lynx’s voice made her creep out from behind the bush, getting a better look at the newcomers. His tone was light and friendly as he introduced them to her. Still, Vanilla noticed they looked a little meaner than him. “Good evening… I suppose you want to eat, don’t you?” She meowed graciously. “The food bowl’s right there, and- Oh! Aren’t you cold? You can sleep inside! There’s plenty of places to hide, my housefolk won’t find you if you leave early!” Even as she said it, doubts filled Vanilla’s mind. These are wild cats, Vanilla! What if they take offence to that? Magpie certainly didn’t like being inside, even when it was just as cold!Ambassador - Forest near river with Risky (rεdwιllow )
Ambassador watched carefully as Risky nearly slipped into the cold stream, ready to step in. But the young cat managed to keep their balance, waving their tail around, though they didn’t look exactly comfortable. The massive smoke molly surged into the bracingly cold water, hissing in a breath as their body recovered from the shock. She was nearly submerged in the stream now, her paws firmly dug into the bed of the stream. Her dark gray coat swirled in the current, still clinging to her body, protecting her skin from the icy water. Ambassador narrowed her eyes, looking at Risky on top of the rapids. “Now… Now we wait.” She meowed back. “Stay very still. Fish aren’t very smart, and if you do, they’ll just think you’re part of the environment. Then, when you see one, strike out and hook it with your claws, quickly!” The older molly hoped it made sense for the younger cat. After all, they did know how to hunt already, and it wasn’t so different in the cold. So they waited and waited for a fish. Ambassador got used to the cold water. Still, they waited for a fish to come by. It has been a long time… I’m beginning to wonder if we’ll even see a minnow, let alone catch a meal! But sure enough, a group of fish came barreling down the stream, right towards Risky!
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 16:00:53 GMT -5
Feathertalon (( thank you! Would anyone like to RP with either of my characters? Also, do you guys make your own RP code templates or is there a design shop you got them from?  ))
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Post by Myst on Oct 30, 2024 16:09:50 GMT -5
Feathertalon That could be fun!! I also vaguely remember talking about that but even if we didn't I'm down c: I should have Kuta's reply up later tonight or sometime tomorrow 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ I got my template online from people who were posting them for free use because I'm only good at the most basic coding - if I can find the website again I'll post the link c:
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 17:23:22 GMT -5
whispering , runningsky123 - if y’all are fine with it, Bite can come after Flame and Wila and then they run into Kuta and Gray! 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ - I have Solomon, comet, and star open if any of them interest you! I use my own template that I made years ago. You’re more than welcome to use it if you’d like! But you also don’t have to use a template, I just like feeling fancy xD
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 17:27:24 GMT -5
Feathertalon maybe Solomon and Rush? I feel those two personalities could clash heads hilariously xD
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 17:34:45 GMT -5
That’ll be interesting for sure; I’m down!
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 17:45:23 GMT -5
"Nettles!" Rush hissed frustratedly as the mouse slipped from his claws. He scrambled back to his feet and began to pursue the furry critter through the tall grass, gaze steeled and trained on its thin pink tail.
As he sprinted through the brush, suddenly, a sharp stinging pain lanced him in his paw. He yowled in both surprise and pain, staggering to a halt, his hunt now escaping for good. Rush inspected the bottom of his paw, and saw a clear shard embedded in his pad, glistening with his blood. He saw more of these broken fragments scattered about the ground where he had stepped.
"Nettles..." he cursed again, flopping into a defeated sit. Could this day get any worse?
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 17:56:34 GMT -5
I’ll for sure work on replies tonight! I’m hoping I can get them done and posted but realistically it probably won’t be until after the weekend that I can get anything up ^^;
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 18:04:19 GMT -5
(( alrighty, i'll keep working on my RP page! ))
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 30, 2024 19:38:56 GMT -5
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ - welcome to the roleplay!! I’ll add you as soon as I can, but you’re more than welcome to start roleplaying c: I could possibly suggest Bite going after Flame and Wila now that they’re close to the moor? Maybe them running from her is how they run into Kuta and Gray (if I remember correctly these four were going to meet?) Ooh I’d be down for Bite going after Flame and Wila |
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 30, 2024 19:41:57 GMT -5
Feathertalon I gotta make dinner for my folks and then I’ll try and get a reply up for Flame and Wila! Then I got a shit ton of homework to do 😭
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 20:40:33 GMT -5
you're all good, running! no rush! and good luck on the homework ;w;
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 20:44:36 GMT -5
Percy »
It was neither the familiar sloping of brittle ferns nor the intimate slope of trees around Percy that alerted him of the den’s presence. A breeze wafted through the wilderness, icy cold. A warning that the world outside was a dangerous place right now, but with that warning came the sign that told Percy he was in the place he needed to be. It was the faint scent of Smoke that told Percy where he was, and as soon as he caught the gray tabby’s scent his paws pushed onward, gaining speed and confidence. He was where he needed to be. Even if Smoke had yet to return, Percy was at least comforted by the healer’s aroma.
Percy’s delight soon curled into worried disgust as the tang of sickness wafted through the air. The orange and white tabby paused in his steps, the den’s entrance merely a few pawsteps away. Poppy was in bad shape… He had warned Frazzle that the molly inside was fighting for her life, but he was starting to wonder how serious his young companion had taken that. He wondered if he should even be bringing another cat so close to Poppy. Smoke had mentioned that the colored- named-coughs were contagious. Any one of them could catch it, him and Percy, and now even Frazzle if he went inside the den. The last thing Percy wanted to do was expose his newfound friend to a deadly disease, but Frazzle had been through so much with him today, had already put his life on the line for this large bird… It felt wrong to tell him to leave now, especially when night would fall sooner than even they could expect it. Especially when Frazzle would be shredded should Europa and her goons catch him in the twolegplace.
A second wind carrying the stench of sickness brushed by Percy’s nose. He bristled, jaws parting to drop the bird. Stars, he didn’t think the sickness had smelled that bad this morning! It’s better than the scent of death, his mind morbidly whispered. The tabby fell still, thinking that over. Death-scent had slapped his nose more than once, and it was a smell he would never be able to forget. Yes, he decided, the scent of this cough was better than the scent of death.
Green eyes eased their way over to Frazzle. How brave this young tom was, so willing to come and help a cat he had no idea existed until just a few hours ago. Percy’s heart swelled. Without Frazzle he wouldn’t have this meal. Without Frazzle he and his denmates were sure to go hungry tonight. There was no way Percy could tell Frazzle to leave now. ”Like I said earlier, Poppy’s really sick, so I understand if you don’t want to come inside, but…make yourself at home if you do.” There. That felt right. Allowing Frazzle a choice.
Without another word Percy picked up his part of the bird again before heading into the den, ears perked. StarClan, if you’re out there, please let Poppy eat. Please let her be okay.
[ whispering - you're more than welcome to throw Poppy into this scene if you want, but if you'd rather say she's still asleep / unconscious, that's totally fine with me! ]
Laika »
'You're my dream, Laika. For the spring.'
All this talk about dreams was starting to make Laika wonder if she was dreaming right now.
Misty green eyes stared at the orange lion before her, wide, surprised, unsure, adoring, joyful. A hundred and one emotions danced within her gaze, the flittings of tadpoles among water decorated in algae. Was Leo...? Had he just...? Her heart fluttered, her chest swelled. She shifted her paws, hay crunching underneath them, yet she paid no mind to such a noise. Paid no mind to the chill in the air, the sounds of Alice's kits down below, the musky scent of the mice they had just feasted upon. All her mind paid attention to was Leo. Leo the Lion. The orange warrior of the barn. She had always imagined her life at his side, his beloved mate and the mother of his kits, but that was something she imagined happening moons in the future, seasons even. Yet here Leo was...
Her throat went dry, her tongue stuck on the bottom of her mouth. He was her dream for the spring. Leo and the stars. Her and Leo sitting on the top of the barn as a spring wind carried warmth and the scent of growing plants around them. Her and Leo sitting on the top of the barn as a crescent moon lay low in the sky, stars glittering as brightly as the sun. Her and Leo sitting on the top of the barn, her flanks swelling with the promise of kits. Leo's kits. Their kits. That dream would be crushed if she didn't take this chance. If she didn't accept what she was sure was a proposal, and yet...yet something deep inside her was telling her that this was too soon. That their relationship needed to remain platonic just a while longer to strengthen and grow, but she knew she couldn't wait. There was no time to wait. If she wanted to be his, and him hers, then she had to pounce on this chance now. Like the mice underneath her paws, Laika needed to strike.
Laika breathed in Leo's warm, comforting scent. Her tongue eased, finally allowing her the movement necessary to speak. She leaned into him, cheek brushed against his shoulder, nose pressed into the thick fur of his own cheek. "You are my dream, Leo," she breathed. All Laika could hear was the beating of her own heart, a steady drumming not that different than the thundering of horse's hooves upon the ground. "I long for you just as I long for the stars, but you, my dear, are something I can't share with any other cat." The stars glowed for all to see, bright and beautiful against the inky backdrop of the night sky. But Leo...Leo was something Laika wanted all to herself. She had no way to stop other cats from gazing upon the orange tabby, had no way to stop others from patrolling the barn grounds with him or hunting at his side, but she could be the only cat to truly name a claim to him. To truly call him her very own. Having Leo as her mate was a dream she could achieve while dancing among the stars was almost impossible. Laika could dream that she would one day be among the heavens, but her dream to be with Leo was reachable. Tangible. So very possible.
Laika, the cat with the stars in her eyes and head in the clouds. Laika, the cat who longed to stand side by side with the mighty lion.
A deep breath, his scent curling around her. A mustering of courage now that Leo had approached the subject.
"Do you dream of being my mate, Leo the Lion?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 20:47:40 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
All of her hopes for the day had vanished. All she had wanted was to make Cotton happy, to see the elderly molly smile fondly down at her and praise her for a job well done. That didn't seem possible now. That thought had vanished into a mere memory, a memory that had never actually happened.
Cotton's cry was mournful, sorrowful. A ghost calling out for the life it once had. A chill ran down Creamsicle's spine, colder than the icy wind that drifted across the moorland. Ever slowly was it all starting to make sense, Creamsicle finally putting the oddly shaped puzzle pieces together.
The rabbits her mother had chased as a young cat. The heather she had once lived among before finding a home in the woods. The healer known as Cinder that both Splash and Cotton knew. The wiry build Splash had, the slender figure of Cotton so similar. Those eyes of amber, Splash's gaze bright and youthful, Cotton's dim with age yet surely having once shone as bright as Creamsicle's mother's.
All this time Creamsicle had been looking for family when she had been with family all along.
It was a lot, the information overloading her tiny brain and causing a shudder in her movements, her thoughts. Her mother's mother. Cotton. Splash. Creamsicle. Family.
Family...
Creamsicle shut her eyes tight, willing herself to breathe, willing herself to unlock her muscles and continue to walk. So many questions, so many thoughts, crowded her head, threatening to overflow and pour from her ears in a shameful display of ignorance. Why had Splash left the moor? Had Cotton known that her daughter had kits? Did some of those feathers in Cotton's den belong to Splash? Would Cotton be able to help Creamsicle find Splash? Would the old tabby want to reconnect with the daughter she had seemingly not seen for seasons now? What did Cotton think of Creamsicle, now that she knew they shared the same blood?
Blood.
There was no scent or sight of the crimson liquid, but snapping back into reality allowed Creamsicle to observe the stance Cotton had taken up against Smoke. The old molly was a porcupine, fur standing on end. She was a fox, eyes narrowed into such deadly slits that she could simply will harm onto the tabby healer. Snapping out of her stupor Creamsicle took a step closer to Smoke, shooting her own gaze toward him; blue eyes watered with surprise, shock, and sorrow, yet at the same time sympathy pooled within. Smoke had not asked to be apart of this suffering. He had not asked to be in the middle of this life changing revelation. All he wanted was herbs for his friend, and that could be sorted out a lot quicker than whatever family drama had just been uncovered.
Shaking away her storm of emotions, Creamsicle followed after Smoke, brushing against Cotton on her way, silently willing the ticked tabby to ease her stiff stance. Easier said than done, but tense hostility would get them nowhere.
"Here," she murmured softly, mimicking the paw strokes Smoke was making against the snow, "let me help." The snow freezing into her paws was a mild distraction from the mental turmoil thundering inside her head. If she could focus on this rather than everything else then she could ease herself into more stable thoughts, and with stability came the clarity to think and ruminate on everything that had just happened. Even if she didn't find any of the herbs Smoke had been looking for, she could tell that the healer at least had managed to dig up a few withered stems of the plant. She didn't know much of anything about healing, but from the looks of it there hadn't been as much herbs as Smoke had been hoping for.
Her eyes shifted between Smoke and Cotton. One a disappointed healer and the other a grief-raddled mother. And Creamsicle... Creamsicle was a distraught, disordered kit, orphaned by cruel circumstance only to end up in the loving paws of a grandmother she had never known. Yet, hopefully, she could hide her own pains for the sake of these two others, wanting to help those who had helped her. "Would you like for us to walk with you back to the stream? You can tell us more about yourself, and..." Her paws shuffled along the snow, frozen and stiff already from her earlier digging, yet she held back the wince that came from the dull pain. "And you can tell us about Splash, if you know anymore about her, that is." It was likely he knew very little about her mother. About Cotton's kit. But the least he could do was answer Cotton's last question. It was something Creamsicle would like to know as well.
Where had he last seen Splash?
Solomon »
Solomon just couldn't catch a break, now could he?
It seemed like every new dawn that rose he was intruding the space of another cat. Or was it another cat invading his space? He rolled his eyes at the thought, bitterly glancing between the bare branches of the trees, eyeing how the harsh leaf-bare had covered them in chilling ice. He glared toward the bare patches of bramble, how the thorns glinted with chilling points. The moorland winter was just as harsh, if not harsher, than the forest's winter, but this snowy patch of woods was not Solomon's to claim. It never had been and never would be. If that old prickle in his side he had once called mother had never chased him off...
He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to get lost into those thoughts. The woods were his home now whether or not he liked it, and right now, it was clear as day that some cat was in trouble. A yowl had echoed throughout the air, a signal that something terrible had happened. No, it was not Solomon's place to go and check to make sure everything was alright, but it was his place to keep this patch of land free from any unwanted corpses. A cat yowling in pain, and now the unmistakable scent of blood meant only one thing - some stupid feline was hurt, and an injury in this season could easily be a death sentence. The last thing Solomon wanted was some decomposing body near his hunting grounds.
As the ticked tabby neared the stream, he could easily catch sight of the snow-covered moorland grasses that glinted in the weak sunlight just across the frozen over body of water. His heart longed to leap across the stream and rush through the grasses, his paws itching to push against the open land and feel as free as a bird in flight, but bitter resentment kept him on this side of the stream. Kept him among the shadows of the woodland. The knowledge that a cat was injured kept him where he was as well, the foreign cat's scent growing stronger and stronger with each pawstep he took. It wasn't long before Solomon noticed the yowl's owner laying upon the ground, flopped over on his side. Solomon's gait stiffened. Was he already too late?
The tabby tom lifted his chin, head high in the air. "Hey!" He called, stopping within a few fox-lengths of the other cat. From here Solomon could tell that the cream-furred tom was still breathing, but the scent of blood was fresh. Scarlet did not paint the ground, and no predator scents slapped Solomon in the face, but he was still wary. Cautious. "How bad's the wound?" Solomon was no healer by any means of the word, but if this other tom was terribly injured then perhaps Solomon could figure something out. How hard could it be after all? Just slap on some plants and call it good, surely that's all it would take to get this injured tom back on his paws and away from Solomon's patch of land.
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Post by Myst on Oct 30, 2024 20:53:16 GMT -5
while I'm thinking about it - does the map need to be updated in any way? I don't think we've added any landmarks or named anything just yet but I wanted to double check
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 30, 2024 21:11:18 GMT -5
i think the map is still pretty much accurate! though i wouldn't mind adding / naming landmarks if anybody has any ideas o:
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 21:14:51 GMT -5
(( NOT ME FORGETTING it's supposed to be winter and very snowy 😭 ))
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Post by 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚢 ❄ on Oct 30, 2024 21:30:14 GMT -5
Feathertalon
Rush's ears pricked at Solomon's distant call. Oh great, just what he needed now, some tom with a burr in his side about being on his "territory". He craned his neck up over the flurry that blanketed the tall grass, immediately spotting the brown cat among the snow.
Rush rose immediately to his paws, wobbling to not put pressure on the injured paw. "Ah, no, it's nothing really!" he replied with a casual sway of his striped tail. The wound continued to weakly dribble on the slushy ground beneath him. "You should see the other cat!" He grinned cheekily, but winced again as the wound's pain throbbed.
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Post by 💗Hollyleaf💗 on Oct 30, 2024 22:09:59 GMT -5
Lynx - Soot - Tiger | w/Vanilla (asrise)Lynx watched as Vanilla crept out of the bushes, trying to remain friendly so she didn't get scared off. He glanced back at his sister and friend and had to stop himself from cringing. They looked...bad compared to Vanilla. Tiger looked like her fur might fall off and reveal nothing but bones any minute. Soot looked only slightly better, but only because his black pelt contrasted so much with the snowy ground, his thinness was masked. Lynx could only imagine what he looked like - especially to a plump, well-fed cat like Vanilla. He looked back at her as she offered her food and the warmth of her home and was about to speak, but Tiger shouldered her way forward and spoke first.
"Sleep in a two-leg nest? You're completely mouse-brained!" the she-cat snapped at the kittypet, her eyes blazing and her ginger fur bristled around her neck. "And I'd rather eat crowfood than put that kittypet filth in my mouth."
Lynx rounded on his sister, but before he could scold her or even slash his paw forward to shut her up, Soot stepped up beside her and slapped his tail across her lips. He looked over at Vanilla and blinked, an apology in his green eyes.
"Sorry about her," he meowed, pushing in front of his mate and forcing her to take a few steps back. Her eyes narrowed in anger but she didn't argue. "we've had some...bad experiences with kittypets in the past. It's difficult to let go of that." he explained.
Lynx sent one more glare at his sister and turned back to Vanilla, taking a step towards her and flicking his tail once. "If you say it's safe, I believe you, but..." he paused and shuffled his paws, not wanting to sound ungrateful but he couldn't fight back his nerves. "it is true, kittypets and two-legs have not been our friends in the past. If we end up trapped or...taken..." he trailed off, hoping that she understood his concerns. He didn't want to lead his friends into a two-leg nest for the night and then wake up the next morning unable to go back out into the forest. He heard Tiger scoff from behind him, but he ignored her. She liked to act tough and mean, but really he knew it was just fear. She was as scared as he was of what happened next. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 30, 2024 23:27:36 GMT -5
i think the map is still pretty much accurate! though i wouldn't mind adding / naming landmarks if anybody has any ideas o: I mean the only thing I can think of is I did include Treebridge for the, ya know, tree bridge across the stream in that ficlet lol. But if anyone else has a better name, please do share cause that’s all I could come up with XD not that most Warriors names are really that creative lol |
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Post by runningsky123 on Oct 31, 2024 0:40:54 GMT -5
Flame Location: The Stream With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame continued nosing along her fur until he was content she wasn't hurt, his tail still waving worriedly for a bit. Maybe they shouldn't have tried to have a race, he should have figured the ground would be slick, especially near the stream. He was just glad Wila was ok. He leaned into her as she stood, both for comfort and to help steady her. He could tell the fall had shaken her a bit. He purred softly as she groomed his shoulder, turning his head to give her a few comforting licks between the ears. "I'm glad. The ground really leapt up there to mess you up.", he teased lightly, hoping to lighten the mood again. He startled ever so slightly at her jump, thinking something had leapt out, but instead followed her gaze, seeing the long-silvered trunk just barely contrasting with the snow around it. "There it is.", he repeated, a bit in awe. He'd officially never been this far from home, but he was determined to explore the moor. Already he could see the snow drifts were smaller, and more spread out than in the forest. They seemed to have lucked out with the wind as well, as it was only a slight breeze, not anything like it had been during the storm. "Well, let's go.", he purred, leaning into Wila more for a moment before he started padding over towards the tree. |
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