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Frazzle
Location: Twolegplace
With: Percy
(Feathertalon )

Soon the shrill voice could be heard no longer. They had reached the end of the alley, and made it around the corner onto another icy sidewalk. Frazzle’s senses were deafened by the delectable bird in his jaws. He had expected something generous, but he had never expected it to be something THIS generous. He was truly thrilled about the catch, but he also knew the consequences of obtaining such things and taking them outside the protection of the large two-legged providers. They were a walking target to all those who were hungry. He moved as quickly as he could as they pulled it along, his body language a mixture of elation and fear. A couple of shadowy figures emerged from the alleyway they had just exited, revealing themselves to be dark-hued cats bearing an assortment of scars.

Ahaha. Their first visitors were already here. Frazzle’s ears tilted back. Had they been unburdened by the hefty bird, he would have taken the chance to make a run for it. Unfortunately, if he truly wanted to gift this bird to his hero, they would not be able to make a clean escape. Would he be able to talk his way out of this one?

The two cats came closer. One was a lean, mean looking black tom. The other was a thin, dusky grey molly with wickedly long claws. “Well, well, well! Why, isn’t it the little scrap who cain’t stop stickin’ ‘is nose where it don’t belong. I think ye know who that there belongs ta,” the molly sneered, nodding toward the bird they carried.

“Drop it, if’n ye know what is good fer ya,” the tom growled with a squinty glare.

(I hope it’s okay that I threw a couple of street cats in here. ^^’ You’re free to rp them how you like as well. I was thinking next post, they’d try to convince Percy that sticking with Frazzle is a terrible idea, lol.)

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Wonder
Location: Barn
With: Boz and (OPEN)
(soot )

Wonder turned and padded toward the ledge, where she could get full range of the barn below. The light streamed in much brighter than it had been when they were last awake, and barn didn’t seem nearly as shadowy as it had been before. Her soft green gaze shifted the the source of the light coming from the crack at the barn door. Even now, she could see it shift occasionally in the odd gust. “I believe so. It seems the wind hasn’t calmed much,” she murmured in reply. Once her eyes fully adjusted, she could make out a tom~ Wolf, she believed his name was~ heading toward the barn door. “I hope it’s not too cold out there…” she mewed in concern, her tail pulling in close.

(Come on Wonder, don’t just wonder about how cold the tom would be! Go and talk to him like we planned! XP)

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Killer
Location: Farm Fenceline
With: Zee
(soot )

A meow caught his attention, and his ears perked, tilting in the direction of the meow. Oh. There was one. It was the little blue Zee himself. Killer turned his head in the young tom’s direction and lifted it in greeting, unintentionally making him look all the more intimidating as he looked down his whiskers at Zee.

With him, Zee brought the scent of community and luxury, even in these harsh winter times. It had been a long while since Killer had lived such a life. He missed it at times… Killer’s forehead furrowed before he gave it a firm shake. That life was gone. He mustn’t ponder on such things. Yet the harsh pang within his stomach didn’t lie. He may be big and full of fur, but this harsher winter had made him a husk of what he was. Of what he could be. Thunderpaths, he was hungry. The pine forest was practically barren, and what little remained in the area was easily frightened away by his large and dark hulking form.

“The cold’s bite is not nearly as cruel as its yowl,” Killer rumbled, lifting his gaze to glower out across the white moorland. After a few heartbeats he returned his gaze to the smaller blue tom before him. The tom’s coat, try as it may, was quite lacking in comparison to his own. Perhaps the bite was crueler on a young one such as himself. After all, kits were supposed to stay where it was safe and warm. The same went for bigger, blue coloured, chatty kits such as Zee. “Why come out into the cold then?”

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Cotton
Location: Moor
With: Creamsicle and Smoke
(Feathertalon and whispering )

Cotton strode along, feeling that perhaps this meeting had not been so dreadful after all. It would have been nicer on a warmer day~ perhaps greenleaf, when spritely moor breezes breathed life rather than steal it like the icy winds of leaf-bare. It was a true shame to learn of Cinder’s death, but it was of some solace to know that her son was able to continue on her work. It sounded like that was what she had wanted.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Creamsicle piped up, asking about her mother. The cream-coloured kit brought her up sometimes, but never seemed to go into much detail without freezing up. Smoke responded smoothly, and upon his mention of his attention to the eyes of cats, Cotton’s sharp yellow gaze flicked to his disconcertingly knowing eyes. She supposed that was why the tom could made such steady eye contact for so long~ not at all unlike his mother. She let out a small huff and returned her gaze forward to the bush patch they were approaching. They were close now. She shifted her paws to one side of the bushed area and before long the spindly bushes covered their left flank, giving the three travellers reprieve from the wind.

Creamsicle’s steady blue gaze caught Cotton’s attention and the old brown molly flicked her yellow eyes in the kit’s direction. Oh stars. Was the kit trying to be like Smoke and memorize her eyes. It was unnerving enough when Smoke did it, but if Creamsicle started to do it too, Cotton just might be driven to insanity. She blinked in surprise when the kit spoke, telling Smoke that her mother’s eyes were the same colour as her own. Interesting. She didn’t meet too many other yellow-eyed cats around, but there were a few.

Then when Creamsicle uttered the name, Cotton’s mind went completely blank. Her eyes lost their sharp focus, and after a couple of mindless slowing steps, she came to a silent halt. Did she hear that right? Splash? The one who bore splashes of colour upon her pelt. The one with a heart of gold, yet who could stand toe to toe with her seemingly heartless brother. Heh. The two could spend half a sunrise making up the strangest of stories. Cotton’s shrivelled old heart pinched and pinged as realization came upon her. Was it HER Splash?

When Smoke and Creamsicle noticed that she had stopped and their gazes came upon her, they would see the brown molly standing still and rigid as if she’d seen a ghost. She stared far into the distance with unusually wide, misty yellow eyes. “Splash….?” It was hard to speak, and even harder to hear; the name came out halfway between a rasp and a wheeze.