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The Ancient One
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pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 8, 2018 18:04:33 GMT -5
[ Haven't seen many of these around - just a little starter. Responses don't have to be long at all! ]
A she-cat sat sunning on a rock by the river. She was a loner, had been for a long time. Since her clan got disbanded. But she had been a kit then, too young to really know what clan life was like, although not young enough so that it was only a myth to her. So to say she missed it, wouldn't be quite accurate although she would have liked to know what it was like to grow up as a clan cat, like her family had. As a kit, she had wanted to be like them so terribly. And yet...
She enjoyed the longer life. She only had to worry about herself and she liked that. And now? She was doing just that, enjoying herself, being alone, under the sun with the sound of the water softly hitting the sides of the water way and the breeze lightly ruffling her pelt. She smiled to herself. This was what life was all about.
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Aɪʀ
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Post by Aɪʀ on Jul 8, 2018 19:15:42 GMT -5
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Splash!
A wave of water flooded the riverbank, soaking the nearby rocks and plant life alike. The river churned onward as if nothing had just happened, but not as smoothly as before. A rather large brown object was obscuring the water's once smooth current, forming ripples around its mass as it wiggled around the bank.
A tabby tail popped out of the water, and after a few heartbeats of nothing, a tabby head followed. Splish! The tom's head shot out of the water like a mole from a mole's hole, carrying within its maw a massive floppy fish. His green eyes beamed brilliantly in the sunlight, and his brown tabby fur shimmered with water droplets as he waddled back onto the shore.
The large brown mass, revealed to be a muscular tabby tom, dropped his catch onto the solid grown before giving his long fur a heavy shake. Water flew everywhere, drenching the already soaked area in even more water, as if everything within a bear-length radius hadn't already suffered from his reckless plunge into the river. He seemed quite proud of himself and completely oblivious to the many things around him as he picked his fish back up and slowly began to drag it through the grass.
Did he seriously just jump from a low-hanging branch into the river on the slim chance that he'd actually catch something? Yes. Was there anyone around to judge his mouse-brained and rather ridiculous tactic? Well, the tom surely wasn't paying attention keenly enough to find out on his own.
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Post by Sand on Jul 8, 2018 19:30:27 GMT -5
A ruddy colored tom dipped his paws carefully into the river, the current moving quite slow and lazily compared to the last time he had visited the river. Shielding his amber eyes from the blinding sunlight, he had yet to notice the silhouette of a feline grooming themselves on a nearby rock. Instead, he was focused on the silvery fish that skimmed their way through the clear water.
With a twitch of his white whiskers, his paw shot into the stream out of instinct. His eyes were glued on to the sight of the squirming fish that avoided his claws’ grasp. Soon enough, it had escaped his sight without an ordeal. Letting out a sigh of frustration, the ruddy loner sat down with a huff.
So much for a meal.
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Fae
Arrested for Cat Crimes
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Post by Fae on Jul 8, 2018 19:30:49 GMT -5
A forest, in theory, is the perfect place to make a new nest when you've been... politely asked, to leave your last one. In practice, apparently, it was full of splashing sounds and the scents of strange cats. Both of which being things that need to be investigated when thinking about building a nest, of course.
Through the sparse undergrowth, a tall, spindly black she-cat emerged, ears already flat to her head as she, unlike the aspirant fisher, took in exactly what was happening on the riverbank -- and just in time to catch a flurry of droplets on her nose, too. Orange eyes narrowed to slits, she watched the tabby tom hauling his catch with obvious disdain, then even more so at the she-cat for wasting sunlight on sunning herself. What lovely neighbours these will make.
"Tell me," she murmurs as she pads out. "Were you trying to drown and make everyone else starve in the process, or was that just an acceptable risk? I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or paw over a better luck next time."
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 8, 2018 19:31:58 GMT -5
The she cat had her eyes closed, relishing in the moment she had to herself before the sun would set and she would be off to find a place to sleep for the night, as well as possibly do some hunting. She never stayed in one place too long and tonight, she would be moving yet again to a new place so where she was going was still undecided. She would go where her paws guided her. For that reason also, she was liking the whole resting thing. She needed that before she left off.
Her relaxing didn't last long however as only moments later, she found herself completely drenched in water. She jumped up and let out a loud hiss, shaking out her pelt. Her eyes narrowed and she stood alert glancing around, left, right, all around. Her tail flicked angrily. What had just happened? She growled and spotted a tom cat emerging from the water with a catch in his jaws. How had she not scented him? Where had he come from? The wind must have been blowing in the opposite direction. Still, she stood guard.
"What do you think you are doing?" She growled, called out to the tom who she assumed, by the look of things, had not noticed her. At least she wasn't the only one that had failed to scent another.
As she scanned the area however, she noticed two other cats in addition to the one who has splashed all of the surroundings. Were they together? So she had failed to noticed not just one but 3 other cats? She cursed herself and held her tongue. That was not okay in her book, especially when she was living alone. That mistake alone could cost her life.
"Who are all of you?" She asked glancing at each of them. "What are you all doing here?"
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Post by Sand on Jul 8, 2018 19:56:37 GMT -5
Had the ruddy tom been paying more attention, he would have noticed the brown tabby splashing water at the she-cat who was resting on the rock, and the black she-cat who decided to confront the other tom. Mrrowing in amusement, he couldn’t help but wonder why the two she-cats got so worked up about it. In his opinion, the brown feline’s actions were worth a mrrow or two.
However, his attention was diverted to the she-cat who had been sitting upon the rocks and was now drenched. Snickering, he eyed her then the other two felines who were present. ”Who said I had to answer to you?” he meowed, amber eyes narrowing in wariness.
He rose to his paws hesitantly before glimpsing at the black she-cat and brown tom. The fact that the brown tom caught a massive fish from his... odd way of hunting sparked jealousy in the ruddy feline. How did he miss such an easy catch yet the wild feline floating in the water was able to get a fish in the most complicated way possible? Shaking his head in spite, he turned his large frame towards the questioning she-cat. ”A loner, looking for a decent meal. And you are?” he responded, thin tail curling around his paws defensively.
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Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Jul 8, 2018 20:00:06 GMT -5
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The initial hiss from being splashed fell on deaf ears, for the tom at the time had been completely submerged in rushing water.
"Hmm?" He dropped the fish and raised his head from the ground, while simultaneously lowering his headquarters which he'd been waving through the air happily. With his back still turned to everyone, he glanced over his right shoulder to the she-cat on the rocks and then over his left shoulder to the lanky she-cat who seemed to have appeared out of no where. Wait, what? He spun around, bristling ever so slightly, as he glanced more frantically between what he processed to be two newcomers.
"Does this look like a better luck next time to you?" He fired back, waving his paw over his large catch as he boasted. Of course the insult had caught his attention first, more so than the she-cat who seemed to have just emerged from the river, perhaps? She was drenched after all. He wasn't much of a courteous cat, so her fury was temporarily ignored in favor of defending his magnificently foolish hunting strategy. "Because if I can get better luck next time, then by a fox's tail, I'm climbing right back up that tree!"
His fur was laying flat on his spine before he knew it. It was the shock of hearing their voices that'd made him jump so easily, having not scented for any cat before diving into the river (whoops). He didn't see cats quite often on his journeys, and definitely didn't expect to come across two at the same time. It was also foolish of the tom-cat to not be more on guard, as he's had his fair share of bad encounters with fellow loners and rogues. But the mouse-brain never learned from those encounters, having been brought up on the belief that friendship is a necessary value that should be remembered and cherished no matter what, and that 'strangers are just friends you haven't met yet,' as his mother would once say.
So the tom dipped his head low to snag his catch into his jaws once more, the thought of them attacking him for his prey not quite crossing his mind just yet. He stopped mid-movement however and looked to the drenched she-cat again, suddenly wondering how he hadn't noticed her before his dive. "Were you just in the river?" he asked, astonished. "My, thank goodness I ain't plop on ya' by accident when I jumped. You know... you should really shake your fur before this breeze here gives ya' a sickness." He gripped the fish's tail in-between his teeth and began to waddle away with it between his legs, believing himself to be kind for giving such good advice without realizing he was the cause of her fur being soaked.
Just as he began to pass the lanky black she-cat on his way to enjoy his meal alone, his ears swiveled back as he listened in on the third cat's words. Wait, a third cat?!
"Oh, wad dis firsh yurs?" he meowed with a mouth full of fish. His expression looked guilty, but the words spoken could easily be mistaken as sarcasm or taunting, if any cat could actually understand what he was saying. Was there a tree full of cats he needed to know about or something? This was the most social interaction he's had in about a moon.
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The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 8, 2018 20:04:16 GMT -5
The she cat rolled her eyes and lept from the rock, shaking her pelt once more as she landed and then smoothing it down. She glanced over at the tom who has just spoken to her and who had thought the scene amusing. Had he been the one soaked like she had, completely un-expecting of what was coming, she figured he wouldn't think it was so funny. She narrowed her eyes. Tom cats could be terrible sometimes, at least from her experience, all the ones she had met had been.
She watched as the tom neared her and although she had jumped off of the rock, closing the distance, she found herself again backing away. "I was here first," She growled finding the confidence again in her voice. She held her body strong. She needed to being a loner. Again, if anyone spotted any weakness, she was a goner. She had to stand her ground. "And last time I checked, loners spent their time alone," She retorted. "Not invading other loner's space." She flicked her tail. He could have waited for her to leave or gone further down river but of course, he just had to stop here where she had been.
She glanced back at the tom from the water who has caused the initial ruckus. He seemed oblivious to all that was happening around him, but yet still, he seemed much more friendly than the other tom who she was facing now. At least the other tom wasn't confronting her or looking to stay. He seemed content with his meal that he had caught and ready to move on his way. She rolled her eyes, wondering if she should mention that it was him who soaked her and that she hadn't in fact been swimming. Careful you don't catch any sickness her tail. I was dry before you got here!
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Fae
Arrested for Cat Crimes
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Post by Fae on Jul 8, 2018 20:13:59 GMT -5
"Perhaps the better luck next time is for the rest of us, that you might observe your surroundings first," she replies smoothly, clearly not all that impressed by the catch. "Before you drench innocent she-cats." With a roll of her eyes, she turns to address the poor creature, lifting her angular chin with something akin to pride as she does.
"Since our comrades seem to be lacking in manners as they are in sense... my name is Spider, and I'm more of a... rogue, looking for a place to nest. I hadn't scented you on the way in." She dips her head respectfully, eyeing the toms as if trying to prod them into following her example. Sometimes, cats just had to be shown how to behave, she muses as she settles, whip-thin tail curling harmlessly around her paws. Despite her... relatively amicable introduction, she kept her muscles tensed, even in this pose, ready to leap into action if things abruptly turned ugly. You just never know with other cats. "Who might you be, then, since you asked. May as well keep things even."
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#a8d1ff
The Ancient One
Name Colour
pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 8, 2018 20:26:06 GMT -5
As the other she cat, now identified as Spider the rogue, spoke, Raven found herself relaxing a bit and sat down, although her claws were ready to attack if need be. She smiled inwardly, at her words. Innocent she cat's is right she grinned. Innocent, but not afraid to fight, she wanted to add, though remained quiet. She only fought when she had to and personally right now, she was not looking for a fight. She had to save her energy for when it really mattered.
Although the cat hadn't addressed her specifically, Raven decided she should introduce herself as well. She looked at Spider. "I am Raven," She meowed. Her name had been Ravenkit, before her clan disbanded, but she had taken the kit away as to rid herself from her clan life. "A loner." She emphasized this because some cats didn't quite get what that meant. That she kept to herself and didn't want company. Here and there friendly chat was ok, but she was always alert.
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Post by Sand on Jul 8, 2018 20:39:02 GMT -5
Shamefully, the ruddy tomcat still found the other tom's strategy of fishing comical. Unfortunately for him, the she-cat he was facing did not take part in the amusement as she seemed more confrontational with the situation. He couldn't blame her, really; after all, she was the one who got splashed and was now soaking wet. However, the odd accent of the odd fisher's caused him to hold back a fit of laughter. He knew he shouldn't be acting so immature, but... that's how he was and this-- this made it even worse.
He wasn't surprised that the lanky black she-cat, apparently known as Spider, had manners. However, he believed she was too earnest and defensive. Watching as Spider's whip-thin tail curled around her paws and her muscles stayed tense, the large feline wondered if he should do the same. He had yet to realize any threat and from the looks of it, the brown tabby tom was too busy protecting his fish like it was his kit. As for the interrogator, Raven, she had finally answered her own question. So far, only two of them seemed willing to comply with such a trivial question which he knew that if he did not answer, he was proving to be more of a nuisance. Blinking his amber eyes contemplatively, he decided to speak up. "Name's Russet. I was trying to catch fish before show-off over there decided to take his chances," he mewed as his tail flicked in the direction of the brown tabby with the massive fish.
It was peculiar, to be honest; he didn't know why he had introduced himself to these rogues or loners but he did it anyway. He was impulsive and he assumed that was the reason why for a majority of his actions. Nonetheless, that's why he ended up at the river as he normally kept to the trails in the forest. It was easier for him to catch mice and birds over fish, which were his downfall. Today's happenings proved that to him even more than he had expected.
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Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Jul 8, 2018 20:56:38 GMT -5
»imma skitdaddle cus i'm sleepy but i'm def coming back tomorrow! i can tell this will be fun «
Spider had a very valid point about him needing to be more aware of his surroundings, but he didn't acknowledge it verbally. He felt a twinge of guilt for getting the poor she-cat wet, but brushed the thought aside almost immediately after. What's a little water to a feline? He would have been very grateful for a splash on a sunny day and would've more than welcomed some company, especially company as charming as himself. His only response to what felt like a scolding was a huff that might've accidentally blown a scale out of his nose.
Seeing as every other cat had answered, he figured he might as well speak up too. "My nam is Wead," he mumbled through thick fish flesh. Oh. He dropped his fish and straightened up his posture to mimic Spider as he spoke again. "Reed, I mean. Sorry." 'Hmph. Call me ill-mannered now, little bug,' he thought to himself. Spider seemed like a very appropriate name for the tall she-cat. Being next to her emphasized how big he was, although he was no lion or tiger. With his tail wrapped around his paws and his broad shoulders straightened and chin high, he actually looked like a decent, well-maintained cat... his drenched, wild fur sort of killed the vibe though. He relaxed his posture after a few heartbeats of copying Spider, finding more comfort in being relaxed versus standoffish like he perceived her to be. He also found his display rather amusing, even if no cat else did.
"Maybe ya' shoulda' caught one from a tree," he said to Russet, his green eyes twinkling. The tom didn't seem to be too upset, which Reed took as good. Did that automatically imply that he could joke with the unknown tom? Maybe not. But Reed took his chance anyways, something that seemed to be already too familiar with the other cats as something he was known for.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2018 20:58:50 GMT -5
A small white tom was walking around when he heard alot of voices.Not thinking straight,he ran to get a closer look.He saw what appeared to be three cats.He decided to watch things go down and sneak away when he felt it was time.Though he didn't like it when there were many cats around,he didn't seem to mind these three.They seemed as if this was their first meeting.
After a few minutes he decided to trek forward,away from these three.But the rocks he was hiding on were wet.Wet enough for anyone who didn't step carefully would fall.Unfortunately for him,he didn't have the right footing and slipped down the rock.
"Oh great,just when I was leaving."
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Fae
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Post by Fae on Jul 8, 2018 21:11:12 GMT -5
Spider watched the newly-introduced Reed attempt to mimic her, and feels her ears return to their natural state, a stab of irrational fondness -- no, she reasons, not fondness, amusement -- run through her. He wasn't exactly the brightest cat, she could tell, but he didn't seem to be malicious, at least. None of them did. She could work with that. When Reed relaxed, however, she did not, keeping as straight as she possibly could. Both as a defense and to help keep her impression up. The more in control of herself and, yes, standoffish, that she could seem, the less likely she'd be to have a tagalong when she left. It's the last thing she needed, especially not while sitting next to someone who made her seem so comparatively scrawny.
"Well, glad to see we're all finally introduced." Took you long enough, you ill-mannered seedling, she thinks, breathing deeply. "Myself, the three of you..." She pauses, hearing the telltale crash of another cat stumbling upon their little gathering of bad luck and worse timing, "... And guest. You may as well come on out before you go so we know you're not a fox, whoever you are. We're in a talking mood. Nothing to be worried about." Her meow is the same as ever, low and smooth as she paves the way for yet another newcomer. This one, at least, they were noticed before arriving and causing a scene. The same couldn't be said for the rest of them, poor Raven.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2018 21:19:20 GMT -5
The fluffy white tom looked around and pulled his head in a little.He was obviously the smallest of the cats here and wasn't too fond of bigger cats trying to make him feel bad for being so small.He figured he might as well say something since no one seemed to be quiet here."H-h-hello."He said in a shaking voice.
Nothing here really seemed to be normal here,since there were four cats magically find each other but what appeared to be one by one.Looking around he saw an assortment of builds and sizes.None of which seemed to be as small and helpless like his.
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Post by Daisypool on Jul 8, 2018 22:06:38 GMT -5
Room for another cat to jump in and rp here? 😂 ))
A slender she-cat with sleek black and white fur and soft green eyes was casually padding along a river while one loner after another gathered around not too far ahead of her. However, the young she-cat hadn't noticed any of the commotion before her due to the carefree she-cat being lost in thought as she slowly walked along the sandy shore. She had been separated from her family at a young age and has since been a loner for as long as she could remember. Not having to worry about anything but herself and her own well-being day in and day out While she seemed to take care of herself pretty well over the years, she never could quite stop thinking about the possibility if finding a life beyond her lonely way of existince. The black and white she-cat finally was snapped out of her thoughts as the sound of Spider's call pierced her ear drums. Her eyes lifted from the gentle flowing river she was blankly staring at and set on the few cats gathered a few fox lengths away from her. Her pelt bristled and the young she cat flexed her claws in alarm at first, but then she quickly calmed down after hearing the tall black cat say they were all just hanging around and talking. Curiousity pricked her pelt. Just talking? Interesting. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to relax with some new company for a while... the black and white she-cat thought to herself as she started to pad closer to the group. She stopped beside them and calmly curled her long, black tail around her paws. "Hi. My name is Daisy." she meowed in a gentle voice.
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Post by Fae on Jul 8, 2018 22:55:54 GMT -5
"Well hello, Daisy, stranger," Spider nods to the she-cat and the scrap of fur she supposes would be a tom in kind, tailtip flicking calmly as she does so. Any more, and they'd have to calling themselves a clowder, before long. "I'm Spider, and this is Raven, Russet, and Reed. We're having an. Interesting afternoon, shall we say." She doesn't deliberately look towards the soaking wet molly, but. She can't help it. Had Reed not decided to cause such a ruckus, chances are they would be all walking their separate ways by now, instead of sharing tongues as they were now.
"One that's only grown more interesting with our gathering of four now expanded to be six, instead. Surprising for a group of loners, to be sure." It really is amusing, at this point. They'd gone from on their own to a suspiciously large party in a matter of minutes. A prickle of unease snuck up her spine, but she forced her fur to lie flat. Surely this was just a strange coincidence, not that the woods were this populated. Spider had travelled so far to find this place for herself, there's no way there were so many rogues and loners in such a small place on a daily basis, right? "Well. It's a pleasure, you two. Welcome to whatever it is we're really doing."
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jul 8, 2018 23:13:20 GMT -5
A young dark brown tom wobbled near the group of cats. "Ah, I knew I scented some cats! I am Conan. It is great to meet you all. Oh, and I didn't mean to scare you!" He blurted and purred with amusement. He looked at his paws and shifted them, clearly embarrassed. "You are all seemingly friendly cats, and I decided to say hello when you were within sight and distance." He dipped his head politely, and settled down and was quiet. He waited patiently for a response, obviously very excited to be near a group of cats.
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Post by Daisypool on Jul 8, 2018 23:51:32 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you all." Daisy meowed as she shared a brief glance between each cat gathered around and learned their names. Daisy's soft green gaze flashed with amusement as she looked at the bunch and wondered what had occurred between them that was so interesting. Her gaze lingered a bit on the cats soaking wet with water, but she quickly averted her gaze Daisy replied to the she-cat Spider "Interesting indeed, you're not wrong about that. Most others I come across aren't as friendly as you folks are. And definitely not as talkative!" Daisy's her gaze drifted away for a moment, a solemn expression falling over her face. The black and white she-cat really wasn't used to talking like this. The only real conversation she's ever known was a passing by greeting from a loner or an angry snarl from hungry rogue crossing her path. More times than not her encounters have ended with fangs and claws, and just thinking of it puts Daisy a bit on edge around such a large, and still growing summation of cats. However, this gathering seems much different than the ones she's known, and more than that it seems... pretty nice. Despite the possibility that this meeting too could end up like all the other ones before it, Daisy couldn't let herself pass up on this relaxing social gathering, she just couldn't. With a little sigh she allowed herself to relax once more. She pushed her doubting thoughts away to the back of her mind and put her guard down. She'd enjoy her time with these other cats as long as she had the chance. Daisy glanced over to the dark tom cat that was happily joining them. She blinked softly toward him and meowed a greeting. "Hello."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 3:27:51 GMT -5
The small white tom decided he's introduce himself as the others had done."I'm Sheep."And that was what he wanted it to be.No matter who made fun of it,it was his.He looked around.Six rogues in one place at the same time,wow. "Let's hope a border patrol doesn't come this way."He said with a sigh.
At this point,Sheep was starting to get used to all the bigger cats.So far,from what he could tell,he was smallest of the group and wondered what the other cats thought of such a small cat living by themselves.Nor was he going to let them ridicule him for it.He was sure most of them wouldn't but wasn't quite sure about Russet.He didn't want to make any hostility so decided not to judge on his look.
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The Ancient One
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pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 9, 2018 18:48:00 GMT -5
Raven found herself once more pressing herself to the ground and shying away from the others. There were so many of them. She couldn't remember the last tie she had been surrounded by so many cats, cats at least now who weren't trying to kill her. She listened as they all introduced themselves, some more friendly then others and flicked her tail nervously. Now would be as good a time as any to slip away while they all were focused on each other. Surely they wouldn't notice one cat missing. But she almost felt like all eyes were locked on her, even if they weren't. She was sure one cat here had already studied the group. But would be her reasoning of staying? She really had none. With that, she found herself slinking further down to the ground and backing away, gaze averted from the others.
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Post by Fae on Jul 9, 2018 19:07:36 GMT -5
"Sheep. Pleased to meet you, Sheep. Conan." Spider responds, as calm as ever. While she was a rogue by nature, she also knew a thing or two about social encounters. All she had to do was be the most collected cat here, and it would work out fine. Though, admittedly, the size of the group was starting to become concerning. With every addition, the chances someone would want to stick together raised. When she notices Raven trying to edge away, she can't help but think she has the right idea, though there's no way to communicate it. Spider looks to her, but graciously says nothing, turning back to the others, allowing Raven to slink out if she so chooses. It's a kindness. "I don't think you'll have to worry about a border patrol. The... what were they, tribe? Those brutes got broken up when I was still living with my littermates." It actually sounds amused. While she doesn't know what happened to the clowder that lived here, the menace had been defeated long ago.
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The Ancient One
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pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 9, 2018 19:11:58 GMT -5
Raven noticed Spider catch her trying to sneak off and she froze, standing back up and regaining composure. She decided she should maybe stay and listen to what the she cat had to say. What was this about a tribe? They were real? She tilted her head. "What happened to your littermates?" She asked.
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Post by Fae on Jul 9, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -5
"We went our separate ways, that's all. I think my sister became a kittypet." She responds impassively, tailtip flicking. "Actually, I think that was not long after the clowder in the forest disbanded." Of course, a rogue who was that young wouldn't know it was a Clan, but that was hardly Spider's problem. "You know how it is, I'm sure. Sticking together as too many mouths to feed. What about you? Have any siblings?" Spider tilts her head, curious. Not the question she would have expected to ask, or be asked, but since the conversation started, she may as well follow through.
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The Ancient One
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pumpkin pie
what if i fall? but my dear, what if you fly?
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Post by pumpkin pie on Jul 9, 2018 19:33:14 GMT -5
A kitty pet? Raven found herself tilting her head once more. She knew of kitty pets, had met many but she could never imagine going to join them, living with two legs, eating those artificial dry pellets. How could any cat enjoy that? Especially after living free for so long in the wild? To be stripped of that seemed like...torture. She gave her chest fur a lick. She hadn't been expecting the question to be reflected back to her, although she should have been. "At one point," She responded. "I had littermates. A mother, a father." She continued. "I was a clan cat and then my clan disbanded and I got lost somewhere along the way," She finished. Although, there was a little more to it, she decided she didn't need to share anything further, at least not yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 21:49:07 GMT -5
Sheep started to feel homesick.How long had it been since he was take to this place?How far do I have to travel to get back home?What about his group,oh what did they call themselves,oh yes,The Flock.Thinking of The Flock started to make his feel even worse.He decided to say his mind then shrink back down.
"I came from a group of cats far from here.We called ourselves The Flock.That was because there were a lot of us that were guided by what we called The Great One."His mind started filling with memories of The Flock and his family.Sisters,brothers,mother,and father.His friends and the way they lived.He started to shrink back down.While doing so,he squeaked like a kit"I don't want to live alone."
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jul 9, 2018 22:00:07 GMT -5
"I have to admit, I do have a sliver of experience from kittypet life," Conan admitted, staring at the ground again. "But I left. I didn't like being enclosed in t-that den.". "It's okay, Sheep. I know that feeling." He nodded at Sheep reassuringly. "It is a cold feeling, but it will go away sooner or later.". Conan did not seem nervous or stressed at all, just calm and energetic. "I was born a rogue. I come from nowhere. I think I heard of The Flock once, as a kit, but I'm not sure." He mewed, his eyes darting among the cats. " My littermates are dead, so I don't have any family out here, accept my parents." He said without thinking, responding to Sheep.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 22:12:09 GMT -5
Sheep started feeling a little better but kept in his position."I hope I never see a twopaw again."He yowled in anger."They took me from my family.My best friend.Even The Great One.And all because they said they'd never seen a wild persian."He was on the verge of crying at this point.He could understand twopaw language but they couldn't do the same to him.He looked around at the cats,not caring what was going through their heads.He stood on his paws and fluffed up,looking almost the biggest cat there.He started attacking a rock that had fallen.
During this,he became more visible.He had a lot of scratchs on his sides and face.He had cuts from the hard webs they had him in.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jul 9, 2018 22:20:40 GMT -5
'Calm down, Sheep. You're safe." Conan soothed, looking at him. "They are not here. It's just us. The past is over. Now you must face the present and the future," He added in attempt to comfort Sheep. "Nothing can harm you now. Not If I can stop it." He said, and puffed up his chest. "He calmed down exclaimed, "I'm getting bored of sitting here. Should we break up, or stick around and hunt for a little while?" Conan stood up, anticipation glittering in his eyes. "This would be fun, since I have never done this in my time.".
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 22:33:41 GMT -5
Conan seemed to be getting to Sheep cause he eventually calmed down.His fur slowly began to cover his wounds.He felt comforted by his attempts to calm him down.Wait until we all go our own ways.Then I'll never be hurt again.He knew this wasn't true but he wanted to keep his mind off all the hurt."When I think I can manage the trip,I'm going back to The Flock."He said,voicing his thoughts.
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