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Post by Fawn on Sept 15, 2024 2:30:40 GMT -5
Whiplash | Chipped Rock The old siamese tom sat perched on the edge of the creek, his cold gaze squinted attentively into the glittery stream. He saw minnows aplenty, but it would cost too much energy to catch enough for an actual meal. He was hunched over with his back to the field, but his whiskers twitched as something pierced the fishy algae scent before him. His ears pricked and he rose quickly, his hind leg catching for a moment in the hustle as he joined his daughter on the peak of the bridge. Her wide amber eyes had already locked onto the grasses beyond, but she smirked as she watched him panic. "It's just one she-cat. No need to run with your tail between your legs," Whiplash meowed. "There could be more. Remember when we rolled in dung to escape the wolves?" came the condescending response. Chipped Rock flicked an ear in irritation. "We could just keep going." He mused, glancing over his shoulder into the forest. There would be plenty of shelter and plenty of prey in there, but both of them knew the forest was bound to be crawling with other cats. Chip was still a force to be reckoned with, but he no longer could battle multiple opponents on his own. "I don't smell copious amounts of fox droppings anywhere. We're staying put until the frogs come out." the mocha she-cat licked her lips in anticipation. "Chip, there's plenty of fish and birds to go around. We are not getting into a fight, besides, there are some stepping stones downwind. She might not even be headed this way," she added firmly as Chipped Rock opened his mouth to argue. He rolled his eyes, lashed his tail, then settled over the side of the bridge, his long arms dangling half-over. "Soft molly. You're going to starve us out one of these days, get us killed... something." he muttered with a hefty sigh. Whiplash shot her father a bitter glare before returning her attention to the field's edge, the dark tip of her tail twitching with anticipation. They were both tired of fighting, their battle-scarred pelts reflecting several wins and numerous losses indiscriminately. Whiplash sat expectantly, her long tail tucking over her small black paws, her ears pricked high, while behind her lay Chipped Rock, lazily beginning to groom himself.
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Post by asrise on Sept 15, 2024 11:20:05 GMT -5
Ambassador - Forest near river with Risky (rεdwιllow )Ambassador let out a soft mew of surprise as Risky slid on the ice, snagging them by the scruff and pulling them back to the shore. “I didn’t mean here!” She purred a soft laugh, but her expression grew a little more serious. “This part of the river is too deep to cross… It could be dangerous.” The smoke molly padded past, flicking her tail behind her as if to beckon to the younger cat. “Back at the swamp, the river breaks into rapids, where the water still runs. It’s quite easy to cross there - less than a fox-length at some points.”Ambassador led the way back to her home, watching the trees thin out as Risky trailed behind her. Risky seemed to get into trouble a little easier than Ambassador liked. Maybe no one’s fully taught them about living in the wilds… I’d love to know more about that father of theirs. She thought, remembering how Risky had paused when asked earlier. But she wouldn't press them. Soon, they were in the snow-blanketed marshes, a land marbled with white snow and the light browns of dead grasses, interspersed with the barren thicket of bulrushes lining the icy shore. The massive smoke she-cat’s long fur brushed along the rushes as their brittle stalks cracked, adding to the growing noise of trickling water. They were almost there. Striding through the snowy wastes, they reached the rapids, stones peeking out the icy water coupled with a rare sight: small rivulets of water rushing through, foaming as they hit the pool below, concentrating into a dark stream carving through the ice. Ambassador hopped up onto one of the rocks. “This is one of the only places you can fish in leaf-bare. Don’t worry, it’s much the same as normal fishing, being patient is the key. Either you can try up here on the rocks, where the fish might be going a little fast, or you can swim down in the melt-water pool below, which would be…” The older she-cat paused and shot a grin at Risky. “How thick is your coat?”Vanilla - Vanilla’s den with Magpie (whispering )Vanilla squeezed out of the cat flap, bounding after Vanilla. “You will?!” She mewed happily. “I mean, you don’t have to… If you’re going out of your way for me.” the cream coloured she-cat added shyly as Magpie went on about the monster. Sleeping under one of them was really dangerous! They’re so unpredictable… A bit scary too. As Magpie scurried away, Vanilla scrabbled up the fence to get a view of her retreating form. “Stay safe!” she yowled back. But the coughing fit made her worried about Magpie. Is she sick? I just hope she gets back in one piece… Oh, the streets are no place for a cat at all!Rudy - Marsh with Lavinia (soot ) What a day. It was still high leaf-bare, and for Rudy, that meant rat season. And rat season meant Twolegplace. It had been where he spent most of his life as a young cat, stealing, scavenging, coming to blows over just about anything…. Food, mates, nests, useless shiny trash. He was used to all that by now. He knew the alleys, and the alleys knew him. It was not so long ago that this was all he knew, where he was born and where he knew he’d die. But it didn’t end up turning out that way for him, thanks to a certain she-cat. Lavinia. He grimaced, dragging the rats through the tall grasses, now that he had left his hunting place. She was a kittypet by nature, soft fur and all. By my tail, she doesn’t even have claws! But Rudy himself was a little softer than he would have liked, and when other rogues jeered at her from their bins when she begged for food, he’d snuck her a bite to eat. It soon became another, then a mouse, then he was fully hunting for her. Even if they were fast friends, the alleys were no place for her. And that’s why I’m stuck schlepping rats for an entire day. The marshes where they lived were much safer, with few cats to even speak with, let alone fight. During leaf-bare though, there wasn’t much of anything to meet, and so he would return to his roots, dodging the rogues he used to laugh and hunt with to snatch up enough rats to keep going for another few days. Lavinia, on the other paw, would do what she could to find prey in the snowy marshland, which might have been even more difficult. How could I have become so… domestic!?But the wiry tomcat actually didn’t regret it. Not when he gave a thought to it. Lavinia had turned out to be a great friend, made him laugh, and seemed to care more about him and his problems than his old buddies. So he gingerly crossed the last ice-choked strait to the small marshy island on which they lived, pushing the cold, patch-furred rats onto shore. Rudy could hear Lavinia stirring in the den, so he buried one rat and got to work on the other, separating off the particularly nasty bits. He barely heard her kitten-soft paws on the snow as she awoke. “About time.” he grumbled, but decided to lighten up a bit. “Hey, you hungry? This’s halfway fresh from the bin, just for you.” He purred, picking off the nicest pieces of meat and pushing them towards her.
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Post by soot on Sept 15, 2024 11:38:37 GMT -5
Ahh, I absolutely adore Rudy’s inner thoughts during this, so much?? And I’ll try to get a response up soon, Myst, would you like to hop into the scene as well, or wait a little longer for Cirrus?)
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Post by asrise on Sept 15, 2024 14:10:02 GMT -5
soot Myst Thanks! I was hoping it worked well for what you wanted. And I'm so sorry I forgot about Cirrus they can just be there the whole time if you want.
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Post by Myst on Sept 15, 2024 16:31:16 GMT -5
I love Rudy so much omg - the underlying attitude about it is my favorite I'm happy to get Cirrus in there whenever y'all prefer c: I wasn't sure if we were doing it as if Lavinia had already taken him in, or where they happen upon him and go from there
Edit: No worries!! Honestly it’s totally fine if your forgot there’s been a lot going on as of late lmao if we def wanna have him there, it’d be so easy to have him coming back from being off and amusing himself a little ways away
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 15, 2024 19:33:16 GMT -5
Hoping to get replies up tomorrow, and I’ll edit the front as well! Also guys were so close to 100 pages 🥹
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Post by soot on Sept 15, 2024 19:37:39 GMT -5
Ahhh, we are close to a 100 pages, holy! And Myst, asrise, if you're both good with it, I'd be glad to have Cirrus in the scene! .w.
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 15, 2024 19:41:56 GMT -5
Autumn 🍂| Fawn |
Peering through the tall dead grass, her hazel eyes landed on two other cats that had made it to the bridge. She could see they seemed to be bickering to each other. The tom was much older looking than the she-cat, she eyed her shiny pale coat topped with a light brown fur along the ridge of her back and then to her black mask that filled her face. Causally she stepped out from the grass taking careful, slow steps towards them. Prephas they were friendly, at least the she-cat did, the tom looked as though he would be either ready to battle or run at any moment.
“Hello!,” she called out in a higher pitched note in hopes of sounding more friendly. Autumn came close but left at least three to four tail lengths between them so that if she did need to run she’d have a little bit of a head start. “I’m just passing through and don't want any trouble. The winter has been rather hard and prey has become scarce ,” her tail came around from behind to curl around her paws in hopes of warming them slightly. “I just need to cross the bridge to the forest,” Autumn looked from them to the bridge. “Some of the other barn cats have had better luck in there.”
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Post by Myst on Sept 15, 2024 20:07:19 GMT -5
Omg wait we are!! I’m so excited for 100 pages
Aweee hell yeah - if you wanna do Lavinia’s reply I can get Cirrus in after c: lil energy ball that he is
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2024 23:11:26 GMT -5
KillerLocation: Farm Fenceline With: Zee ( soot ) “Mm…” Killer grunted thoughtfully, though the sound may have come off as disapproving. The little blue tom wasn’t wrong. After all, his father had always said that experience was the key to wisdom. Killer wasn’t so sure about the whole wisdom thing, but he could at least say that experience built him up to be the cat he was today. “The trials comin’ of age,” he rumbled slowly, mostly to himself. The more trials a young cat endured and survived, the closer they came to earning their place as a grown cat. Inquisitive green eyes suddenly flashed in his direction, and Killer turned his head to meet said gaze with a vaguely curious leer. His whiskers twitched at Zee’s odd use of words, but he continued his unchanging stare nonetheless even after several breaths had passed. As his thoughts returned to the reason he was out and about this time, a low ominous creaking rumble emitted from somewhere around his abdomen. Yet the stoic tom didn’t even flinch. He merely opened his jaws and began with a typical straightforward answer. “Was in search of good huntin’ grounds. Not much left where I come. Felt like takin’ a gander here since I was in the area. After all, ’tis an interesting place ye got here.”
~~~ WonderLocation: Barn With: Boz and (OPEN) ( soot ) Wonder watched Boz’s ears twitch, her ears perking a tad, but her expression still hesitant. He didn’t seem to respond very much to her attempt at a tease. She felt a tad disappointed that he didn’t give much response to it, but she didn’t quite know what she had expected. She should simply be relieved she hadn’t upset him. Yes. That was how she should be. She let out a soft breath and pulled her tail in close. How foolish she must have seemed. Even now, he gave her an odd look, his ear quirking as one of his many thoughts must be squiggling through his head. Oh how she wished she could hear what he was thinking~ understand his mind, his every tail flick and ear twitch. She had most certainly picked up a bit over their time together, but so much of him was still a mystery. She gave him a soft, yet uncertain smile at his final statement. But as he shifted away into a jump, her eyes widened all of the sudden. “Boz!” she called in alarm, regard for those still sleeping around them forgotten. But there was no stopping the tom. He was off like a bird, disappearing over the edge. Wonder leaned over the edge, her claws digging deep into the wood as she watched him fall. Her heart was racing in her chest, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing. Whatever this feeling was, it was excruciating. Her breath caught when Boz vanished into the pile of hay. It wasn’t until he popped back up that she could finally breathe again. She lifted her gaze up to the rafters, letting out a forcefully slow breath in a vain attempt to calm herself. Then when he thought she could bear it, she returned her gaze down to meet his perky little smile. Ach! She couldn’t stay upset at him when he looked at her like that. But still! Why must he take such joy in being so reckless? With a furrowed expression of both concern and relief, she turned away from the edge, vanishing from Boz’s view. She appeared again a few moments later, hopping down the much safer steps of bales. It wasn’t long before she came down to the main floor. She sped to Boz’s side by the hay pile and without even looking him in the eye, she went straight to sniffing him about. “Boz, are you alright? You didn’t hurt anything did you?”(I know we were planning on eventually getting to Wolf, but if Wolf (or anyone) notices all the kerfluffel and wants to hop in, that is also welcome. ;3)
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2024 23:15:51 GMT -5
(I wonder if Rudy and Frazzle would have ever crossed each other in the alleyways. XD His relations with twolegplace cats typically edge on either amusement or annoyance toward him. He is a bit of a tease and a fool. But he has enough cowardice and speed to survive. Sometimes makes up the odd story to get himself off the hook.)
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Post by ivypool4life on Sept 16, 2024 15:55:16 GMT -5
Light im open to having wolf walk over
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 17, 2024 13:50:49 GMT -5
I know I keep saying that replies will be up soon but I promise I’ll have them up before I go to bed tonight. I’ve gotten all but two written up so they will be posted later uwu
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Post by Myst on Sept 17, 2024 13:59:43 GMT -5
Felt that cause I also owe replies They keep getting postponed by myself because I decided to start a master document for all of my characters so I can more easily track what’s happened with them and uh It’s taking me a hot minute to get together
But I know I owe Honey, and my canine duo
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Post by Light on Sept 17, 2024 16:21:21 GMT -5
Ivy: Sweet! ^^
Feather: No worries! :3
Myst: Ooh. That's smart. I should do that too.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 17, 2024 20:03:09 GMT -5
Percy »
Leaving the twolegplace felt quicker than entering, which was odd considering how desperation had quickened his pawsteps and anxiety had fueled him to go as quick as he could. With a meal locked securely in his jaws - a meal he almost had to fight over - the rush of making it back home didn’t seem as heavy on his shoulders, as pressing on his mind. Percy knew he needed to return to the den as quickly as he could, but he was entering the final stretch of this race, and in coming this far the ginger and white tabby felt like he could relax.
While the bird was heavy, his paws felt light.
I’m on my way back. Just a little bit longer…
The rows of twoleg dens and shadowy alleyways began to grow scarcer and scarcer. The hard pathways of humans turned to snow covered ground and grass, the bare trunks of trees beginning to loom overhead. Even the air grew lighter, more natural, the further they traveled from the congested human territory. Percy quickened his pace subconsciously. All he wanted was to get back to the den. The food wouldn’t be that warm by the time he made it back, but he wanted it to still have a little warmth to it when he returned. Oh, how Poppy would benefit from a hot meal, if she would even be conscious by the time Percy made his way back to the den. And if she was conscious would she even be willing to eat? Her stomach was bound to be empty, but would she even feel it? The poor molly was so sick and so feverish that Percy swore she had no idea where she was or that she was even conscious in the few minutes she had been awake these past few days. Percy clenched his jaw tighter against the bird. StarClan, if you’re truly out there, please make her better.
So lost in thought he was that Percy didn’t notice the single twoleg that had squealed at him and Frazzle. He didn’t notice anything concerning his surroundings until not even the bird could mask the scent of tar and smoke.
Percy’s tail twitched uneasily as he glanced over a small row of hedges.
A thunderpath.
Only one visible monster rumbled on the path, but Percy remained cautious, eyes shifting right and then left to make sure no other monsters followed. The disgusting creatures loved hunting in pairs, but with so much snow on the ground it seemed as if only the one had mustered enough courage, or stupidity, to hunt today.
Call it courage or stupidity, but if Percy was going to make it back to the den then he was going to have to brave the thunderpath as well.
He steeled himself, fangs sinking deeper into the flavorful bird’s flesh.
As if sharing the exact same thought, Percy noticed Frazzle’s look. He nodded toward his companion and then, muscles contracting together, he lurched forward and sprinted forward.
Running with a bird in his mouth while trying to keep pace with Frazzle while also trying to keep traction was…well, it was complicated. It took a lot of concentration, more than what Percy currently had. As soon as he felt Frazzle falter he stumbled as well, first his back legs and then his front, the older tom sliding across the thunderpath and tumbling over his own paws, thudding against hard snowbanks and rolling until he was among a thick blanket of snow covering the chilled ground below. The thunderpath now lay a few fox-lengths away, and for all the aches already throbbing underneath his pelt Percy had managed to hang on tightly to his portion of the bird, the meat something he absolutely refused to let go. He wasn’t about to lose any of this food after all the trouble he had gone through to keep it.
And he wasn’t about to lose Frazzle, either.
Shaking he pushed himself to his paws, hiding the wince as a taut pain shot up from his back leg and toward his spine. Briefly did he loosen his grip, calling, ”Frazzle?” The young tom couldn’t be far, could he? Percy’s green eyes shifted around, scanning, searching…
Until they finally landed on the familiar sight of Frazzle.
Relief danced within his chest at the sight of the younger feline. ”Frazzle!” Percy called out, elated to see that Frazzle appeared to be fine after the whole tumbling ordeal.
Laika »
How long had she known Leo? Ever since she had been brought to the barn, and that had been quite some time ago by now. The first barn animal she had met had actually been one of the dogs. The twolegs had sat small, tiny, still covered in kit-fluff Laika on the hard floor of the main twoleg den. With the door wide open one of the twolegs had called out toward the door, and within seconds a large, thick-furred dog came wandering into the house. He was massive, but he had warm brown eyes that spoke of only kindness. Laika recalled her tail bristling, but she had boldly padded over to the dog, sniffing him and checking him out. He had allowed her to do as much as she wanted for as long as she wanted.
She soon learned that Bo was his name. And after she had met Bo she had been introduced to the barn. Once inside the barn came the introductions to other cats. Alice, Heather, and then she noticed an orange flash of fur in the background. She had been drawn to it immediately, how bright the orange appeared compared to everything else in the barn.
It didn’t take long for her to figure out the owner of the orange fur. He had introduced himself with confidence, pride, and flamboyance. Leo the Lion he had called himself with a puffed out chest and a smug gleam in his fiery eyes. The protector of the barn, the warrior of the farm. Laika’s eyes had gone wide with wonder and her insides had twisted with admiration. Star struck from beginning, Laika had made every effort she could to spend time with the charming barn cat. It could be said that she had fallen for him from the start, but her first emotions toward him had been awe. Those emotions remained even now, but that awe had turned into something deeper, something stronger, something warmer. She was infatuated with Leo, but not only that but she was in love with him. Laika was sure of that. She was sure she loved him just as she was sure she belonged to the stars.
But did he love her back? Did he long for the same future that she did? Surely he did or else he wouldn’t be sitting here with her now, their fur brushed against one another, keeping each other warm. He’d be with some other cat or off hunting the snow-covered territory.
Laika looked down at her paws.
What if she spoke about her dreams and wishes too soon? What if she ran Leo off? Were her dreams the same as his dreams? Would she be able to handle seeing Leo again if she ran him off with her dreams of romance and family? Did she want this too badly that she was seeing things that weren’t actually there?
Orange eyes locked onto green. Laika stared into the sun colored depths, breath catching in her chest, tongue twisting within her mouth. Had she said too much? Had her dreams exposed themselves far too soon? All she wanted was to explore and gaze up at the stars with Leo at her side. With their kits at her side. Did Leo even want kits? Would he be willing to nurture and love multiple litters of kits with her? They could have a large family, a wide assortment of kits that all carried strong names, starry names. Leo and she would grow old together. Their kits would have kits and those kits would have kits. In their old age, their pelts turning white and gray with age, they would laze about upon the hay bales and watch as their descendants rumbled and played within the safety of the barn. They would laugh and talk about their younger days, reminiscing about their budding romance and younger moons. They could sit here just as they were now, old and gray, but still so deeply in love. So entranced with one another that it still felt as if they were young and spry.
Before her thoughts could go any further she found herself on the ground, laying on her spine. Leo was above her, a smirk pulling at his muzzle. Laika’s ears went warm as she stared up at the handsome tom, her paws curling in on themselves and sitting right against her chest. He was prodding her for more, wanting her to finish what she had started to say earlier. But could she say it? Could she form it into words? Should she put it into words?
”I…” She swallowed. Why did her tongue suddenly feel so heavy? Was it swollen? No, there was no possible way. ”Well…” Laika squirmed underneath him, pressing herself into the hay against her back. What if she messed everything up? What if Leo no longer wanted to even be friends?
And then it came to her. A roundabout way to maybe pry some more information out of Leo. A way to assess his own feelings.
Green eyes stared deeply into orange. ”What are your dreams for the spring? What do you want?”
Surely he would answer; afterall, Laika knew how much Leo loved talking about Leo. It was something about him she found endearing.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 17, 2024 20:06:48 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
It was a gamble putting faith into this cat named Smoke that he would know of her mother. But there was a chance. And all Creamsicle needed was a chance. How often was there a healer named Cinder with a son named Smoke? And how often did a cat named Splash with a daughter named Creamsicle talk about a healer named Cinder? But what were the chances that Smoke also knew her mother? What were the chances that there was a connection? The chances were low, but it was there. And that’s what Creamsicle wanted.
In the silence of the winter Creamsicle waited for an answer. In the silence of the winter Creamsicle imagined her mother, how kind she had been, how loving she had been. Was she still out there somewhere, alive and well? Was she looking for her kits, looking for Creamsicle? Or had something terrible happened to her just like something had happened to her littermates?
A shiver ran down her spine, and not from the cold. The adult twoleg had gathered her and her littermates up into that awful sack without any remorse. She could only imagine what the twoleg could have done to her mother.
Creamsicle could only imagine her mother being tied up into a bag as well, the mother twoleg tossing Splash right into the freezing water that created the border between woodland and grassland. Surely Splash knew how to swim, her name was water related afterall, but Creamsicle wasn’t sure if her mother would be able to make it. For all the amazing things her mother could do, would it be possible for her to escape the bag and then the water’s current? Orange and Creamsicle had managed to make it out and get themselves up on the shore, but the water hadn’t been as cold as it was now. And Splash wouldn’t have another cat to help keep her warm.
Creamsicle flattened her ears. Was her mother dead? She didn’t want her mom to be dead. She wanted to see her again. She wanted to introduce her to Cotton and explain how the old molly had taken her in and was helping her survive. She wanted them to all be friends and get along. She wanted her momma. She wanted her littermates. She wanted…she wanted…
’I saw a cat a moon ago, a sleek tortoiseshell tabby. She was very sad; said her kits had been taken away. But I didn’t catch her name…’
The young molly glanced up at Smoke with wide, watery blue eyes. How many tortoiseshell tabbies out there had lost her kits a moon ago? Splash was a tortoiseshell tabby who had lost her litter a moon ago. Did this mean…? Was her mother alive? Was her mother searching for her and her littermates?
Before she could say anything Cotton spoke up. The old molly only repeated Splash’s name, but it was enough to grab Creamsicle’s attention. Enough to make the kit question why Cotton suddenly looked so rigid, so distant, so old.
Creamsicle slowly eased herself against the ticked tabby. She cocked her head as she looked at Cotton, eyes still watery but alight with questions. ”Did…do you know my mom?” Why had it never crossed her mind to ask Cotton if she had ever ran into a cat named Splash? Her mother had told her she had been on the moor before and that she knew all the best ways to hunt rabbits. It would make sense to ask Cotton about Splash, but Creamsicle had been so tongue-tied when it came to speaking about her family, so unsteady when she remembered her littermates, when she remembered Orange’s shrieks. The kit shuffled her paws upon the snowy ground. Maybe both Smoke and Cotton knew her mother. Maybe they could both help her find Splash.
Her attention eased back onto Smoke. The gray tom was staring toward a stalk of dried out leaves. ”Is that your plant?” She asked quietly. If it was then he wasn’t going to have the chance to harvest any. Creamsicle flicked her tail. It seemed like all three of them were having their own bouts of bad luck.
Pumaheart »
”Yes,” Pumaheart murmured softly with a dip of her head, ”time for some respite. Sleep deeply now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Edwina deserved to eat the rest of her meal in peace, to eat without the crushing worry of the Clans’ fate pulling her down. She deserved to sleep in contentment, her body sure to be full of aches from her long walk here. StarClan had waited this long for the Clans to reform, they could wait one more night for Edwina to rest. Surely StarClan did not want a sleep deprived healer going out into the world to spread their word - a sound of mind feline with enough sleep under their eyes would make for a better prophet than a cat delusioned by exhaustion.
Pumaheart entertained the idea of slumber as well. She did not feel the need to sleep right away, but dozing off and allowing herself a few moments of silence and dreams did sound pleasant to her. She would not allow herself to fully drift off. Threats to her cave were little to none, but Edwina had no proof of that beyond Pumaheart’s own words, and while it seemed clear that Edwina had placed her trust in the ticked tabby molly already, Pumaheart did not want to make the pointed feline uneasy in any capacity. So doze off she would, but sleep she would not allow. A guardian of the Clans she was, and a guardian of this cave she would also be.
Settling into her own nest the older molly began grooming out her pelt, teasing away any tangles or embedded dirt with skilled teeth. As she tidied herself and eased into a relaxing technique, she began wondering about the possibility of Clan leaders and who might fit those roles. She knew more cats were to come, the Clans couldn’t be made with only a pawful of felines, but surely one of these cats who had already found her would be chosen as one of the leaders. It was obvious to her that Edwina and Smoke were meant to be healers, but what of Percy and Kuta? Were they meant to step forward and take the name of -star, or were they destined to remain as warriors to their Clans? Pumaheart’s eyes narrowed in thought. The leopard among cats. The fire that strengthened the smoke. A leopard was a regal, exotic animal. A creature that could surely command respect and attention from a group of cats. Fire was a threat to any cat, but it could also be a form of protection and warmth. A gentle fire that allowed its herbs to grow from its protection would make a Clan strong, and a strong Clan relied on a good relationship between its leader and medicine cat.
Ah, but this was something she could ponder on another time. The Clans’ rightful leaders would show themselves soon enough. StarClan planned things in their own ways, and who was she to rush through it? All would be revealed in time, she just had to remain patient.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 17, 2024 20:08:32 GMT -5
Sarabi »
Sarabi was quite content to let the conversation of sickness drift away. Oh, how she hated that topic, the dreaded thought of illness plaguing her. Aches in the body, a chill running down her spine, her chest tight with a cough that would never fully leave… Awful. Absolutely terrible. Sarabi shivered at the mere thought. The silver feline would much rather be dead than ever undergo the horrors of a disease. Absolutely dreadful.
While she would much rather stray away from the ideas of sickness, Sarabi would always entertain the idea of watching those silly big cats go about their daily lives. They were so dramatic sometimes! Stupid lions fighting over territory, dumb tigers getting into spats over who would mate with the one tigress in the area, idiotic jaguars jumping straight into bodies of water and getting soaked and dirty. How dull minded they were, yet Sarabi couldn’t get enough of the drama. It was a life she never wanted for herself, but a life she loved watching from afar.
An airy sigh drifted from the young feline’s maw, her short tail curling as high as it could go into the air. ”Tell me, dear sister, what do you think those lions have gotten into today? Perhaps another male has threatened the leader, or maybe the lionesses are going to rebel and take the leadership for themselves! Oh, I bet they’ll reveal that one has had kits and the queen must keep it a secret! The possibilities are rather endless,” she mused all the while she padded elegantly onward, not stopping until she came to the edge of the door that the odd cage with the lions resided in. It was a room meant for only her, Rami, and Kuta. But Kuta was not here, so this room was no longer meant for him.
Sarabi rolled her eyes. Such an idiot her brother was. Getting lost outside when he could be sharing the drama of the lions with his sisters.
Rounded ears swiveled and turned upon her cranium as she heard the ever familiar buzz of the odd cage. It was turned on - not like it was a common occurrence for it to be turned off. Excitement ruffled her moonlight stained fur. Honeyed eyes flashed with joy as she pranced on her paws, the molly practically skipping into the room.
Yet as she turned her eyes upon the sleek-screened cage in hope to see the lions or tigers, disappointment painted her face and shadowed her visage.
Neither lion nor tiger flashed across the cage.
Instead she was greeted by a canine, a large wolf with enough fluff around its ears to hide an entire hoard of rabbits inside.
Sarabi’s heart dropped to her paws. She had never encountered a dog she liked. They were slobbery, incompetent creatures. Mangy and dirty as well.
Ever slowly did she look toward her sister, crestfallen. ”Rami, dear, we have been betrayed…”
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 17, 2024 20:26:04 GMT -5
( i still have Samson if anyone wants to rp (: )
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Post by Myst on Sept 17, 2024 20:35:36 GMT -5
Just out of curiosity where might Samson be? 👀👀 asking for a friend
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 17, 2024 22:11:24 GMT -5
( new and I haven’t made a starter so I can plop him in anywhere )
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Post by Light on Sept 17, 2024 23:17:12 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor With: Creamsicle and Smoke ( Feathertalon and whispering ) Everything felt numb and distant as the new information sunk in. Luckily a small warmth pressing against Cotton’s side was enough to bring her back to the present with a blink and intake of air. Her conflicted yellow gaze shifted to meet Creamsicle’s watery blue eyes, ever so full of questions. Cotton squeezed her eyes closed and her ears tipped back as she turned her face away, as if too pained to look at that desperate gaze. She couldn’t believe she had once thought of Creamsicle’s mother as incompetent. If it truly was her Splash… she knew beyond a doubt that her precious colourful kit never would have done a thing to compromise the future of her kittens. Not intentionally. And from the the way Creamsicle spoke of her siblings… were they truly gone? How must Splash be feeling? How much did she know? Whatever the case, the agony she must be in! Cotton knew all too well the pain of losing kits. Her fur prickled and her heart twisted at the thought. Without much thought, she tilted back her head and a low mournful wail escaped her muzzle, echoing eerily to the wide open sky. When she lowered her head, her gaze sharpened once more and focused in on Smoke. “Where did you see her?” she demanded, stepping forward with her fur bristled. Her claws remained sheathed, and she held no ill will toward the tom, but against inexperienced cats her gaze alone would seem like an attack in itself with its renewed intensity. She did not directly answer their questions, but her own question could be taken as an answer in itself. Her gaze briefly followed Smoke’s side-glance to the plant he had discovered poking out of the snow. After learning about Splash, their original purpose for coming here had slipped from her mind. “I don’t know about quality, but there are more around the edge of the brush here, likely buried with the snow we’ve been getting. You can have as much of it as you want. I’ll even dig some out for you if you require it. Just tell me where you saw her.“ Digging was dreadfully tiring and sore on her old muscles and bones, but she would do even this for the son of Cinder if it meant she could find her daughter. It was incredibly uncharacteristic for the gruff old molly to act so desperate, even if her tone sounded more like a demand rather than a plea. However, in this said desperation, she wasn’t quite thinking everything through. —— FrazzleLocation: Forest Edge With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) A voice called his name. Frazzle knew very well who that voice belonged to. It was his heroic shooting star. Ah… But he was really comfortable here. Must he move right away? If he just… hunkered down in the snow a bit more, maybe he could just wait a little longer? His white fur might do well to hide, but his orange patches did not do so well to hide him. Percy called out his name again, and by the tone of it, Frazzle knew he had been found. “Hiya!” he greeted with casual cheer, his head popping out from his hiding place as he flashed Percy a cheeky grin. His tail flicked up and into view, then down back into the snow. “I guess there is no hiding from a star such as you, is there?” Frazzle set his chin on the cold snow beside him. It almost felt good given all the yanking and dragging he’d been doing for the past while. He really hadn’t thought through how much work it would take to drag such a big bird from the twolegplace to the forest. “Are all stars so talented?”
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Post by Myst on Sept 18, 2024 20:08:24 GMT -5
( new and I haven’t made a starter so I can plop him in anywhere ) I think right now I have Milo, Astraia, Binx and Vixen free right now Milo and Astraia are both kittypets so they'd be in the region of the twoleg place Binx is trying out life at the barn so she's on the farm, be could have wandered out to the moors or back to the pines in hopes of seeing her old bud Killer (I believe Killer is elsewhere at the moment tho) Vixen is generally forest dwelling but is known to venture elsewhere when he's in the mood for something better than the standard forest prey I'm down to toss anybody at Samson, and if you have a preference you an pick who it is c:
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Post by Light on Sept 18, 2024 20:40:43 GMT -5
Pfft. Killer keeps coming to the edge of the farm, completely unaware that cats he once knew currently live there. XP
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Post by Myst on Sept 18, 2024 20:55:17 GMT -5
lmao they'll cross paths eventually, she's a stubborn lil cat, she'll find him
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Post by Fawn on Sept 18, 2024 23:37:45 GMT -5
im so sorry MotherofSolace T_T ive been super busy but ill have more time to reply tmw!!
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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 Sept 19, 2024 13:44:39 GMT -5
(Hey guys. I'm sorry I haven't been very active. I've had a lot going on lately and it's been really draining. I'll try to reply this weekend.)
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Post by Myst on Sept 19, 2024 20:18:47 GMT -5
You’re all good! Life happens sometimes, we get it
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 20, 2024 19:37:57 GMT -5
Percy »
Percy puffed out a jawful of air, his breath curling in a cold mist around his muzzle. Frazzle was okay. Frazzle hadn’t been hurt by sliding across the snowy thunderpath. Percy himself had come out rather unscathed, though he could tell he was definitely going to be sore in the morning - not just from running into the twoleg contraption earlier, but from his own slip and slide as well.
Curse this easily beaten body and his old age.
Okay, Percy wasn’t old by any means, but he was older than he used to be. He was old enough that he could feel his muscles and bones ache just because of some stupid little fall.
But he survived. Frazzle had survived. And not only that, but the bird remained. Those aching muscles tomorrow would be worth it.
Not even a slip and fall across the thunderpath dampened Frazzle’s ever delightful mood. Percy chuffed, puffing his white chest out. ”This star makes sure to watch over everybody! I wouldn’t say all stars are as talented as me, but there may be a few who can match my talents,” he chirped with smug playfulness. A gleam of playful teasing danced within the older tom’s eyes, his limb unable to stop itself as he jokingly swatted at Frazzle’s ear. ”Maybe one day you’ll be as great a star as me! But for now you just have to watch and learn. And should you truly want to set your paws on the path of learning…” The ginger and white tom nodded toward the plump bird, the snow around it melting against its warmth. Warmth that it was quickly losing. If Poppy was to get a semi-warm meal there was no time to waste. ”Then your first lesson begins now - we must get the bird back to my friend’s den. You up for that?” Percy hoped that Frazzle would agree and tag along. He was sure Smoke wouldn’t mind the extra company, especially considering Frazzle had played a huge role in bringing back the bird, but also because Frazzle could easily become a new recruit for the Clans. Especially if he would be attacked on sight if those alley cats found him back in twolegplace… Perhaps the woods would be safer for Frazzle. Percy would offer him a home there, and he couldn’t imagine Smoke denying the young tom.
Shifting on his paws he waited for Frazzle’s answer, wondering where fate would take them.
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Post by ivypool4life on Sept 20, 2024 20:05:58 GMT -5
Tracker ~ moors ~ Dew ~(Myst )The tall brown tom stood facing Dew, "go-now?" he was surprised his friend had offered so quickly. Well, she isn't a stay-in-one-place type of bum you are fuzzbrain. "I mean I would love to go, I just er-wasn't expecting you to run with that idea so quickly." Tracker knew he sounded ridicules but he could not say anything more to fix it, in fact anything he said would probably only make the conversation worse. The fluffy tom's fur ruffeled with a sudden gust of wind sending his den barrier flying a few feet away. Scrambling to put it back in place he finally replied with something that didn't make for an awkward conversation,"Sure, let's get going."
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