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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 18, 2018 21:25:36 GMT -5
Both cats looked at him with an 'Are you serious?' face. (lowkey forgot what that face is called)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 18, 2018 21:33:01 GMT -5
*claims spot in this to join either tonight or tomorrow depending on how busy move in day goes* } ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » - - { //Gasp Hello there! I'm glad you're interested in joining <333!! Can't wait to see your forms! } ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Hi! I'm excited to join! Hopefully I can at least get the beginnings up tonight, and a basic description, but more lengthy descriptions should come tomorrow! ^.^
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 18, 2018 21:42:57 GMT -5
Charter ...
♜ | Daylight BETWEEN RIVER REEDS | ♜ . Grub-heap . Sprawled beside the Grub Heap’s refrigerating pool was a tom of gangly origin. He was busy tucking into a slab of ron meat when a nearby conversation caught his notice.
Cranium tilted toward the commotion, keen eyes immediately identifying three cats—Turtar, Sprinkles, and Leviathan. Though he had never once formally spoke to either, his eidetic memory was able to quickly distinguish each individual cat without a moment of hesitation.
His nose immediately wrinkled as they belittled the poor omega. Though a high-ranking cat himself, he despised how many used their placement in the hierarchy to degrade those of lesser status.
Cautiously, he acquired a standing position, loping over in a few strides.
“Actually,” he interjected. “Cannalblbism is not that common in the animal kingdom, especially during Fearann's Reign when prey is plentiful. See, an animal is not born with the desire to eat their own species. They have to be driven to by a cause. In this case, the cause would be hunger. However, this is erroneous, as Sprinkles here has a pile of fresh food, ready for consumption. Even without it, cannalblbism is frowned upon in this tribe, even with our brutal ways. Now if you’ll excuse Turtar, she has a fish to take to the Soothsayer.”
As his taller form separated that of the Milksop and the aggressors, he gave them a level, almost curious glance. Due to his rank, they did not have any right to question his authority, let alone whom he was protecting.
“Now move along. I’m sure you can find plenty of other prey. The herds and schools aren’t leaving any time soon to be so attached to a single fish.”
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 18, 2018 21:52:37 GMT -5
(now i feel bad LOL)
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 18, 2018 21:59:02 GMT -5
Sprinkles dipped her head in apology to both Turtar and Daylight. The Milksop was only doing her job, after all. "I suppose I get a little... aggravated when i'm hungry." She turned back to the Grub Heap, embarrassed, and chose another large fish, not daring to look at anyone else.
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 18, 2018 22:43:49 GMT -5
Leviathan in Bloody Waters- Cutthroat As Sprinkles, and Tartar looked back at him. He could only find shrug of his lean shoulders in response. I wasn’t meant to be taken serious, of course, it could have been.
He turned to the attention of a Charter around the other end of the heap. Spouting about cannabalism. Clearly, not one to be acquainted with sported humor. . Charters thought they were so smart. Smarter than EVERYONE. Leviathan would be lying if he didn’t say he hoped one day his next target just so happened to be a Charter far too smart for his own good. This one may just top the list. Then of course, there is the annoying one. Enigma. The Cutthroat wondered who this one may be.
Leviathan glared at the Charter.
“You are Charter, da? What is name? ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Eveningshadow
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Post by roboticpandacat on Aug 19, 2018 2:17:42 GMT -5
◄ Tempest Raging over Sea ► ♥ Broodie ♥ • Nursery → Plague •
Waking at the calling of her name, Tempest's head rose and her heavy eyelids struggled to open. Drowsy and having her mood dampened by being woken up, the feline's temper had already been provoked. The heavily pregnant she-cat rose, giving a brief display of her sharp fangs and barbed tongue in a yawn as she began to approach whomever had stirred her from her sleep. Unbeknownst to Tempest, as she was far too somnolent to recognize the familiar voice, it was her mate that she had been approaching with an angry grumble in her throat. "Who has awoken me this earl-" Tempest halted, seeing the hauntingly beautiful white bioluminescence of Plague and immediately bowing her head, beginning to apologize for being so rude to not only her mate, but her Captain. Normally she would not care whom it was she had upset with her words, but she held her Captain in high regard. Perhaps the only one she held in such high regard. "Forgive me, my love. My senses are not what they normally are at this hour." Indeed, being so pregnant had drained Tempest of both energy and tolerance. The she-cat found herself getting snarkier as well as angrier, even more so than usual. With the additional weight gain, Tempest had grown to loathe being pregnant. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 19, 2018 9:43:00 GMT -5
Charter ...
♜ | DAYLIGHT BETWEEN RIVER REEDS | ♜ . Grub-heap . His cranium dipped at Sprinkles’ heartfelt apology, understanding such a concept of ‘hanger’.“We experience heightened levels of stress and a higher sense of persecution when we are hungry. So I don’t blame you, Sprinkles. Though, I do suggest you take that pent-up energy on a hunting patrol. You can invite Deluge. I’ve been mapping the herds progress, and the damh herds have moved to Bloody Hills.” The Charter was readying to move on, when the smaller masculine shot him a rather ignorant question. The tom calmly looked over, eyebrow arching at the aggressive look the Cutthroat was giving him. Obviously Leviathan, for some strange reason, was not distinguishing who was who. Had he even asked the Captain to introduce himself? Likewise, the assassin also did not seem to enjoy his presence.
Oh, pity. I’m sure Turtar hadn’t enjoyed yours, either.
“Figure it out yourself,” he commented simply, slipping past them without a second glance back. He beckoned for the milksop to follow. It was a lost cause if a Cutthroat didn’t know a Charter, more so his fellow tribe-mates.
He wondered if Silhouette should be appraised of this event--a Cutthroat with seemingly the inability to keep tabs on possible targets--but promptly shot down the idea. No need to stir up trouble, especially this early in the morn.~ Captain ...
♚ | SKULL REMAINING FROM PLAGUE | ♚ . Nursery . Those icy blue pupils housed comfortably within their hollows issued a pulsating glow at the initial behavior that had greeted him, finding amusement the way of which the elegant feminine treated those with no formal status. A response in kind rumbled deep within his throat—a deep, yet relaxed chortle. Even from within the reinforced perimeters of the nursery, his intense and euphonious voice could be heard as a low octave, drawing the atmosphere from tense to ease.
An untroubled smile ghosted his dark lips, gracing his otherwise dour countenance with a vivid mixture of animation and cheer.
A resonant voice rang rich in the quiet posed by the den, words connoting to having ignored the momentary outburst, “And a good morning to you too.” Cranium reaching a dignified declivity, his muzzle brushed across the female’s feathered cheek in a more informal, affectionate greeting. That cold gaze did little to stray from the beauty before him—attentive and vigilant, strong and protective.
His muscles rippled, limbs carrying such an impressive figure forward without so much as a hitch—edging closer, nearer to where his consort lay.
“How are the little ones?”
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 19, 2018 12:55:58 GMT -5
Leviathan in Bloody Waters- Cutthroat As the Charter pattered off distastefully. Leviathan smiled. Typical. Thinking they know everything without knowing what really matters.
Leviathan looked the Charter up, and down flexed his fins in a stretch. His name was irrelevant. Faces are what mattered. Names are relative. Targets, and missions matter.
He also was misinformed anyways, or he at least wasn't aware of all that goes on. Cutthroats are usually closed off. They have there reasons, but he knows of stories told of some, cannibalistic tendencies others had. Leviathan was not one to indulge, but rumors arise. This Charter must not have much awareness of it.
Leviathan turned back to the heap, and picked the hind leg of a near Ron. He pulled the thigh meat with his jaws taking in his morning energy in anticiapation of a possible mission, or target. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Eveningshadow
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 19, 2018 13:09:47 GMT -5
nygmobblepot - - { lOL, did my boi stutteR, he said frowned upon, not downright illegal >:333. }
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 19, 2018 13:13:21 GMT -5
(Sorry for the lack of replies, dealing with a massive stomach cramp atm. Hopefully be back on later today or tomorrow! Go on without meeeeeee~ I'll just jump in when i'm good)
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 19, 2018 13:19:26 GMT -5
(THAT'S NICE. I'M SURE THEY WERE FROWING WHEN EATING THEM TOO.) ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
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Post by roboticpandacat on Aug 19, 2018 15:02:20 GMT -5
◄ Tempest Raging over Sea ► ♥ Broodie ♥ • Nursery → Plague •
While initially bowing her head, she lifted her cranium to meet her mate's gaze. The feline's cerulean gaze was immediately absorbed into his beautiful icy blue one, and faint purr rumbled in her throat the same way Plague's chuckle did. Such a show of affection was something Tempest was getting used to, as she had a difficult time distinguishing when it was the appropriate time to treat Plague as her Captain or as her mate. "Good morning." With a pleased grin, Tempest pressed her cheek to his muzzle, holding it for a few seconds before her smile disappeared and her head turned to look at her fairly swollen stomach. She felt worthless like this, unable to fulfill her duty to her tribe. But Tempest looked back at Plague with a smile, so as to not seem ungrateful for the blessings that would one day be new members of the tribe. "Growing more and more everyday." ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 19, 2018 17:35:00 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters + Silhouette formed by Moonlight Cutthroat, Sea Farer, Charter Tags: None, None, Open Three cats walked out of their dens at the commotion. One being curious, one uninterested, one mildly amused. The younger two walked towards the prey heap as the older one asked, amused, "What's going on here?" "I'm sure it's nothing, Silhouette." the younger male replied. The black tom snorted as the younger female ignored them both and took two pieces of prey to share with the younger tom. Together they sat nearby and ate as they watched the tribe wake. Silhouette walked out further and took a fish for himself, and saw Sprinkles meekly eating a fish. He shrugged and sat to eat.
(i'm still alive muahaha)
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 20, 2018 9:18:29 GMT -5
Serpent Song of Silence- Seafaarer As Serpent strided toward the Grub Heap she caught sight of 5 others dwelling, and having a lovely meal. How nice.
Serpent gently approach them, and stretched her fins, and back. Showing her defined lean muscles. She turned to, River from Snowy Mountain. She playful thought she would have a bit of fun this morning. She blinked at the tabby, and gently brushed their paw with her soft tail.
“Good morning, River. You are looking quite lovely this morning.” Serpent innocently purred. She was known as a gentle soul. Her purr, and appearance of a delicate sweet flower. Eveningshadow
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 20, 2018 9:21:33 GMT -5
Captain ...
♚ | SKULL REMAINING FROM PLAGUE | ♚ . Nursery . At her word, the sharp, icy notice of the masculine befell the curve of the feminine’s stomach, reveling in the sight of zestful movement—kicks and squirms of a litter with an appetite for freedom. Rolls of thew rippled beneath the thick expanse of shaggy, cascading strands of inky pelage, limbs once again tolerating the gib’s massive, muscled frame to sidle even closer—ultimately reaching a quiet interlude at the mother’s rounded arc that was her belly. Pastel sky-colored eyes bright within their dark face as his impressive crown tilted down with a genteel air that extended to his rumbling voice, words rich with chimes of amusement and surprisingly gentleness for an otherwise brutal beast,
“Are you giving your mother a hard time? Now, now, as your father, I do plea with the lot of ye to settle down. I don’t know how much more Tempest can take. Then again, I don’t think she knew what she was signing up for.”
Optics of a brilliant blue followed in kind, meeting those of a similar cerulean tint, offering a teasing smirk, playful of red-tinted alabaster fangs.
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 20, 2018 11:03:30 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters Cutthroat, Sea Farer Tags: nygmobblepotRiver nodded to Serpent and swallowed the mouthful of prey he was eating. "Hello, Serpent. How are you?" Typhoon gave vent to an amused snort and River looked at her questioningly. She shrugged and continued eating.
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 20, 2018 11:42:30 GMT -5
Serpent Song of Silence- Seasfarer As River spoke, Serpent continued intense eye contact with River. Her eyes glowing, and her throat letting out a light purr in response.
“Me? How nice of you to ask River. I’m doing exceptional, now that I’ve woken up to see your handsome face.” Serpent spoke in a purr. She lean down take a bite of a fish. A small nibble. Her delicate paws pulling it forward. She noticed Typhoon’s reaction to her greeting. She locked eyes for a moment with her, and gave her a wink, and a flirtatious smile.
“Typhoon, has anyone ever told you your navy fur is quite a lovely sight as well?”
Eveningshadow
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 20, 2018 16:49:51 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters Cutthroat, Sea Farer Tags: nygmobblepotThe sea farer looked at her calmly and evenly replied, "You are too kind. You are looking well yourself today." Something in the female's eyes made her a little uneasy. Then again, She thought, When are any of us sane?
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 20, 2018 17:50:58 GMT -5
Serpent Song of Silence- Seafarer As Typhoon looked back at her Serpent gave her a fake blush, and and soft smile. “You think so? This fur can be such a pain sometimes, but it is so soft to the touch. When I go in the salty water it still is left soft.” Serpent stood, and settled next to Typhoon gently brushing her tail beside her. “Would you like to give it a touch? It may not be quite as soft as yours I imagine.” Serpent continued her flirtations. (WHAT. SERPENT JUST EAT YOUR FOOD.) Eveningshadow
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 20, 2018 18:44:46 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters Cutthroat, Sea Farer Tags: nygmobblepotTyphoon gave her an odd look and stood up. "Hey river, want to go hunting with me? Leumadair Dive Cove has a lot of fish this time of year." She suggested. "Sure," river replied. Politely he added, "We'll see you later, Serpent."
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Aug 20, 2018 19:00:09 GMT -5
Serpent Song of Silence- Seafarer The two stood up clearly not taking the bait. Smart. She respected that. The weak fell quick. Serpent decided it would be wise to keep the act up. Her own advances sometimes brought her own stomach to turn. Of course, it had to be done. At least that’s what her mentality told her. If they fell, that was their mistake. Serpent smiled, eyes having a somewhat sinister look. “I sure hope so.” She purred as they dismissed. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed, but at least that meant there were some competent cats around here. She’d have to try another time. What a pity. At least that meant she didn’t have to fawn anymore. It was revolting. Eveningshadow
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 20, 2018 19:16:02 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters Cutthroat, Sea Farer Tags: Open Despite River being completely oblivious, he caught the look in Serpent's eye and exchanged a glance with Typhoon. The sleek Sea Farer nudged the Cutthroat away and they walked outside of the network of caves, pausing to take in the beauty of Obsidian Shores and the faint glowing plants of the ocean. "Beautiful, isn't it?" River murmured, and Typhoon nodded in agreement. They started down the rocky face of the cliff, eventually landing in black sand with vibrant purple blades of grass. The sky was dark, per usual, but there was plenty of light in the surrounding Flora, doubled by their own luminescence, for them to make their way safely towards the ocean.
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 20, 2018 20:19:25 GMT -5
SEAFARER ...
♝ | SEASHELL DAPPLED BY Sunshine | ♝ . Beach . Food promptly disappeared down the feminine’s gullet in ravenous devour, bites swift and ever-so neat. The prey’s oozing status scarcely touched those pursed lips, instead being directly snapped to the back of her throat for an easy swallow. When finished, paws worked to elegantly push away the remaining bits of flesh and skeleton, before shifting to a dignified stand. The many trinkets of bones and teeth jingled from the various places they were tethered to—neck, paws, tail, and even the frill. The female’s impressive crown tilted upward, optics regarding two cats recently taking the exit to the outside. Deciding to follow in kind, she dusted the debris caught from being seated and darted after the lot in long, loping strides.
“Oi, River! Mind if I join you?” The rich mixture of singsong and mellifluous melded into a single, strong call. Her gait slowed, expectant to her brother’s reply.
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Post by Eveningshadow on Aug 20, 2018 20:23:56 GMT -5
River from Snowy Mountain + Typhoon of Silver Waters Cutthroat, Sea Farer Tags: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮עThe two cats paused as they waited for Seashell to catch up. "Of course!" River called. Typhoon dug her paws int he coarse sand as they waited, enjoying the feeling of the particles slipping through her webbed paws.
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Post by roboticpandacat on Aug 22, 2018 8:25:58 GMT -5
◄ Tempest Raging over Sea ► ♥ Broodie ♥ • Nursery → Plague •
The smokey-gray feline gave a chuckle, giving a brief display of her sharp, ivory canines. Observing her mate approach her kit-heavy abdomen with an attentive cerulean gaze, limbs and torso shifted into a more comfortable position as small yet persistent kicks and squirms from the unborn gave an irritating sensation to Tempest. Such discomfort lead to the disappearance of the pregnant Broodie's chuckle and replaced it with the gritting of her teeth. "They are a rebellious lot, I'll tell you that. I'm sure they'll be just as harsh once they are actually out." ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
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