Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 27, 2024 22:35:00 GMT -5
I’ll hopefully work on replies tomorrow! And work on this new car I guess I’m making xD
I promise he’ll be the last character until Arti and Caci’s kits are born
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Post by soot on Aug 27, 2024 23:09:18 GMT -5
I’m very excited for that btw .w.
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rεdwιllow
I'm back in the building again
Pronouns: she/her/they/them
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 28, 2024 9:41:51 GMT -5
(asrise Did you see my reply for Ambassador? If you did and you're working on group replies, no worries. I just wanted to check ^^)
(whispering Do you want me to post something for Jasmine so that she and your cat can meet, or do you want to have Fran come find her?) |
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 9:58:26 GMT -5
Sarabi »
Perhaps there was reason to fret over the storm and its swirling clouds of menacing cold outside.
Sarabi’s jaws clenched momentarily, tail twitching, pupils narrowing to animalistic slits for only a brief second. A pause in her otherwise fluid stance. She craned her head upward, staring out the translucent panes of glass that allowed the den’s inhabitants to look outside without having to step beyond the comforts of the door. ”That was a rather unpleasant time,” she mused softly, eyes trailing after the clouds that drifted across the sky outside. Thick, fluffy things with hues of dove gray and milk, their edges tinged with a faint rosy pink. More snow was on the way. Even Sarabi could decipher that just from one look outside. The tall feline shivered.
She had always hated the cold on an instinctual level.
The warmth of her sister shifting against her brought her attention back to the inside world. Intense copper eyes slid over, taking in the sight of her sister. How sleek and graceful she was, covered in a rich tawny pelt. Rami the golden, a treasure on her own, but common. The bronze of her pelt was just like their mother’s and their brother’s. It was Sarabi who had been blessed with a unique look, a coat made of silver that everyone lined up to see.
Her sister’s words droned on and on, a mosquito buzz in her ears. ’Blah, blah, blah, originally domestic, blah, blah, pawstep’. Sarabi adored her sister, but by the stars could she be such a worrywart! Or was worrywart the appropriate word? Perhaps a mental wanderer? Rami did seem to enjoy taking long walks through her brain, complicating things that had no need of being complicated. While she wouldn’t admit it, Sarabi did find going outside and leaving the stuffiness of the den to be refreshing, but that was a secret meant for her and herself alone. Stretching her legs had always been a nice feeling, but just one look out the window told Sarabi everything she needed to know - right now would be the worst time to go outside. It was too cold, too wintery. She’d freeze every whisker and strand of her beautiful pelt right off if she went out there! The Savannah was fine to just stay inside for now. Her feral instincts of wanting to go outside and explore could be sated. Besides, their owners had a plethora of toys and enrichment games for her to curb all her urges. Going outside was not a necessity.
Sarabi shivered. Kuta had gone out there and had yet to return. She wondered what happened to her elder brother, but at the same time she knew just how willing he had been to go out there. Something deep inside her brother made him yearn for the wilderness, an instinct that she somewhat understood, but she at least had the poise to shove it down. Her brother had been foolish to go out there, she couldn't give him the room in her heart to be worried over his own mistake.
Hopefully her sister wouldn’t end up the same. If she continued on with such talk then the possibility was there…
A nonchalant shrug rolled off the elegant molly’s shoulders. Sarabi chuffed, dry amusement dancing through her whiskers. There it was, a hesitance to her sister’s words and posture that told Sarabi exactly how Rami felt. ”Not going out there means you don’t have to run into any wildcat at all. Can’t you imagine how awful it must be to catch a cough, or have a runny nose?” The silver feline shuddered just at the thought. ”Terrible! No, Rami dear, I believe staying inside is for the best. It’s cold out there and full of diseases. We’ll be fine so long as the den stays warm.” Hopefully the odds of the power being knocked out were low. The twolegs inside the den gave no signs of distress or worry, so Sarabi felt it safe to assume they would be alright. Nothing to worry about.
Nothing to worry about at all.
Turning on her paws Sarabi made one fluid motion over to Rami, nudging her golden-pelt sister. ”Why don’t we do something else? You’ll lose the shine in your pelt if you stand and worry here all day.” There were so many other things they could do that didn’t require them going outside. The humans had plenty for them inside, more than enough to satisfy any natural urge.
Pumaheart »
She should have seen it earlier, the slump of Edwina’s shoulders, the lull in her voice, the heaviness in her stance, but she had been so caught up in the mission she had been born for to notice. Near-sighted. Callous. Learning to read the true expressions of another cat was something Pumaheart needed to work on.
The large molly pushed up to her paws, walking toward the barn cat on paws unburdened by weariness. She leaned forward, nudging the smaller molly. ”Come, I’ll help you to the nest you can use.” It wasn’t far, just a few fox-lengths away, but a few fox-lengths away to a tired cat could feel like trekking up a mountain and back. Exhaustion was not an enemy that one could battle for long. ”Take your prey with you, finish it there. I’ll collect the scraps once you’re finished,” she told the younger molly, her only goal in mind was to help Edwina feel at home here. Pumaheart had told her to relax and make a place for herself in this cave, and she had meant it. This had been Pumaheart’s home since the day she had been born, but now this was Edwina’s home as well. Just as it was to Kuta, Smoke, and Percy. All were welcome here.
With gentle eyes she gazed down at Edwina, silent and waiting for the smaller cat to get up and begin their small trek to the plush mossy nests not that far off. Talk about the Clans could wait for the morning, and a good night’s rest could clear Edwina’s mind and allow her to digest all the information better. She could at least feel refreshed once she woke up, and that’s all Pumaheart cared about. The last thing she wanted was for the poor molly, who had traveled so far, to feel uneasy and unsteady on her own paws.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 28, 2024 10:53:57 GMT -5
Hey y’all! Hoping to get my replies up tonight, but that all depends on how work goes today 😅 yesterday I had some not to great interactions so I was out of it, hoping it doesn’t go that way today
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Post by soot on Aug 28, 2024 11:11:27 GMT -5
I love the mutual exasperation from both sisters- sibling vibes fr
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 11:16:25 GMT -5
Hoping work goes better for you today! <3
They both love each other but are also annoyed at one another
We love a good sibling bond
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 11:38:50 GMT -5
I love Sarabi just sat there like man hope Kuta's okay. But if not, it's his fault
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 11:51:51 GMT -5
quick, orange tabby or gray tabby
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Bisexual
rεdwιllow
I'm back in the building again
Pronouns: she/her/they/them
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 28, 2024 11:57:45 GMT -5
(asrise Oh, okay. That makes sense!) |
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 11:58:13 GMT -5
Sarabi needs to learn to care a bit more
Oooo gray tabby
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 12:29:30 GMT -5
it's okay, he loves her anyway and knows she cares real deep in there
omg wait tho
what would she, and Rami for that matter, do if he came and visited them injured??
yippeeeee gray tabby
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 13:13:45 GMT -5
Ooooooo see I feel like she’d actually express genuine concern for him all the while verbally telling him he’s an idiot for going outside and getting all rough and tumbled
Then she’d scream to their owners so they could take him to the vet
Is gray tabby new kitty?? 👀👀
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 13:22:08 GMT -5
Honestly that's so sweet
depending on when it happened he'd just be like no what why are you screaming im fine, just a flesh wound c: but also I knew you loved me
it absolutely is c:< Lavinia's adoptee
but I also found a good orange tabby photo so I may just have to make two
ya know
to even out the ratio
definitely no other reason
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Post by soot on Aug 28, 2024 14:58:51 GMT -5
I think Rami would worried, confused, and partially stumped
And ah ;-; I'm excited to see them!
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Post by Light on Aug 28, 2024 17:26:33 GMT -5
Ohhhh, I forgot about cotton’s mom running her first mate off! But I can totally see this guy, who genuinely loved and cared for Cotton, respecting her mother’s wishes and never came back regardless of how much it hurt him. He didn’t want any ill will on him or Cotton and so he stuck it out on his own and traveled until settling in the marshes Depending on what we wanted to do, they can either reunite and rekindle that love, or have something tragic happen cB Or both! XO Or is that too cruel of me to suggest? Heheh. I love him already. <3 |
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 17:33:03 GMT -5
They reunite and just as their relationship is rekindling cotton dies to save a family member??? O:
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 17:44:37 GMT -5
I found so many potential photo refs for Lavinia's adoptee and I fear I'll just have to save all of them for future use after weeding out the one I'll be using immeidately
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 17:45:58 GMT -5
I have a whole pinterest board of references for characters because I always find so many when looking for character refs
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 17:50:58 GMT -5
I may have to join you in that cause I have so many fun gray/silver tabby references now and I don't wanna give them up
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 17:59:49 GMT -5
okay so one of these really isn't a tabby buttttt these are the top contenders |
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#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 18:02:15 GMT -5
Oooo first or fourth option O:
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Post by whispering on Aug 28, 2024 18:04:00 GMT -5
seconding both 1 and 4 0:
lol we’re all the same people with pinterest boards full of cats x.x
replies coming!
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2024 18:07:04 GMT -5
those are unironically the ones I was the most attached to o:
big big bet
I will have new cats tonight
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Post by soot on Aug 28, 2024 18:19:24 GMT -5
eeeee I'm so excited for the kitties
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Post by Light on Aug 28, 2024 18:28:28 GMT -5
They reunite and just as their relationship is rekindling cotton dies to save a family member??? O: Dun dun dunnnnn! XD Yaasss. And dramatic final words. Ah, the feels. Though y'know, I am not 100% committing to anything, because who knows what will happen! Situations can change by the actions of each cat. That's what I enjoy about RP. ^^ So who knows. Much can happen by the time that comes to pass. And don't feel forced. I won't blame ya if you decide to hold back. ;3 I know you've got lots of charries. |
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2024 18:42:48 GMT -5
I also enjoy that about roleplaying! The stories and lore can change as time goes on and it’s a group effort and idunno it’s just a lot of fun for me
See I know I can handle a buttload of characters
It’s just the matter that I need to stop before I take over the entire rp with my characters |D
And my old boy already has a name and I think I found a photo ref that’s as good as im gonna find soooo
He’ll be added to the front once im back on my laptop
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Post by whispering on Aug 28, 2024 18:57:46 GMT -5
Gray Sky 
moorlands with kuta Myst
Gray Sky followed after Kuta, his wide paws kicking up scoops of snow with every step. He found it strange navigating the moor. Swaths of heather hung low to the ground, concealing where their roots met the earth. Although cold, the ground was safe from the worst of the snow. Maybe rabbits were cannier than they seemed by making their homes here.
A small part of Gray Sky still wasn't keen on trusting Kuta, but he knew he needed the help. Some nights, he returned home with empty jaws and a belly hollow by hunger. How many more could he survive without a meal?
If Kuta said he knew of a place to hunt, he would have to trust in the spotted cat. Besides, he seemed knowledgeable enough. Gray Sky wasn't sure what lizards or snakes were, but if they made for good eating, he would learn. He felt a sudden wave of uneasiness; Kuta knew so much about this land. There was still so much Gray Sky didn't know, so much he would have to learn. How would he be able to differentiate danger? Gray Sky wanted to be a lone cat. But it was clear, for now, that he would have to rely on the native moor cats for help until he could suitably navigate the land.
"You seem fond of your mother," The tom commented after letting Kuta ramble, it seemed never-ending, "Is she here with you?" The tenderness in the tawny cat's voice made Gray Sky's heart long for the valley. He had known the land like he knew his pelt. All his family and friends had been left behind there. He missed the rocky terrains and the rough winds. He missed being able to stand atop the tallest peaks, looking down upon the endless stretch of green grass. He missed the gentle blue gaze of his mother and her kindness. His two younger siblings he left behind... But as much as the pale tabby missed his home, he knew he could never return after what he'd done. Kuta said the moorlands would be beautiful during leaftime, but it couldn't possibly compare to the valley's beauty. It would not be the same. Things would never be the same again.
Warily, Gray Sky's eyes swept over the looming forest. "What about that place? Have you been there? I've heard stories of forests but, I have never seen one for myself." The thought of being trapped away from the sky made Gray Sky's pelt prickle uneasily.
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vanilla's den with Vanilla asrise
"Of course, it's worth it!" Magpie's eyes grew wide as moons, her mouth stuffed with kittypet food. She couldn't believe her ears!
"I've got nothing against kittypets, I'm here, after all." Her ears grew hot, and she chuckled awkwardly, "But I'd never trade my life for this. Not permanently." Surely Vanilla could understand? Or maybe she didn't. The pointed molly seemed perfectly content with her life with twolegs. Magpie couldn't blame her; she didn't know any better. Her view of rogues and loners was misconstrued. It wasn't all just dangerous and based upon survival. There was a certain liveliness to it, one a kittypet could never have trapped in a den like this.
"My mother brought me up on the moor. And I love it. Just as your mother probably prepared you for your life here." She could remember the eccentric black and white molly, so similar to herself. She'd loved to live under the moon and stars, but even she knew her limits. She was the one who'd introduced the twolegplace to her kits. She had shown them an easier way of life during leafbare. "But she also taught me how to scavenge, she never believed in fighting and suffering when there's so much opportunity in the twolegplace. "But, be wary", she would say because twolegs can be dangerous." Vanilla had to understand her life was far different from the one of a strays. Not all twolegs were so welcoming to outsiders.
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Post by whispering on Aug 28, 2024 18:59:44 GMT -5
Leo waited until Laika had her share before he tucked into the mouse. He watched as she relaxed more, leaning even further into him. For the moment, the ginger tabby felt relaxed. He didn't think of the farm or their barnmates. There was just Leo and Laika. He was stronger with her by his side. His life would be complete if his only duty were catering to her, making sure she was safe and satisfied. If all in the barn were to crumble, he would still have his Laika.
The molly who looked at him as if he held all the power, all the answers in the world. Her innocent eyes and unfathomable beauty, a swan among a barnful of ducks. How could he ever ask for more?
He was deserving of more. Laika would sustain him for now, but as long as he walked the acres of the farm, he would make sure it was his.
"Anything for you." Leo mewed softly, leaning down to eat his fill of the mice.
Watch the stars? Leo had never paid attention much to the stars. They were mere specks of light far, far away. What was so special about them? They didn't fill any bellies nor help him in any way. But he supposed one could find beauty in them. That cat just wasn't him. "Of course, love." He'd already promised the tabby and white molly they could do anything she wanted. And he wanted to know Laika. He wanted to know what interested her. What would she rather do than farm duties with the rest of her barnmates?
"But wouldn't you be cold?"
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Smoke's smile grew at the old mollies words. So she did know his mother: her rash words and rough exterior. But only those closest to Cinder knew how gentle she was on the inside. But one word stuck to him heavier than her condolences.
She died how she lived, a warrior in her own right.
A warrior.
Did the old ticked cat know of the ancient Clans? She seemed old enough to be a cat who knew of the stories... Smoke's brows furrowed with curiosity, excitement tingling in his numbed paw pads. Maybe she would want to hear of the prophecy! Oh, stars, it had been so long since he'd had the chance to recruit. The only cat he'd gotten to talk to was Poppy, and she could only muster incoherent sentences during her wake periods.
But before he could ask, Creamsicle's quiet mew sounded beside him. Instantly, Smoke's excitement fizzed, and his heart twisted with sympathy for the young cream she-cat. "What was your mama's name," He asked gently, "I always remember a cat's eyes. Were they as round and blue as yours?" His whiskers twitched in faint amusement as he tried to add a touch of lightness to the situation. Although he could see on her face, the little cat took it seriously. Perhaps if he knew what had happened to her mother, it would ease some of her grief.
(this is where my headache started to kick in and the short replies began d:)
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