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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 22:11:26 GMT -5
XD))
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 22:12:35 GMT -5
《Haha "Y E T"》
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:23:09 GMT -5
(Screw that break I'll prolly end up back on here fie minutes in.) Thistledown-Male-24 Moons-Dark Nebula Thistledown is a large gray tom with fur sticking out in spikes all over his body.He has green eyes and a big bushy tail.Thistledown if what happens if you mixed honey with burdock.He looks bad but is very sweet once you get to know him. Black and White-Black,male White,female-36 moons Black has long and silky black fur and White has short and rough white fur.They each have on spot on their eyes.Black has a white spot around his right eye and White has a black one on her left.Black is more calm and collected and tends to be the voice of reason.White is the younger one but is the fighter and kind of a loose canon. (Is an img really needed here?)
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 22:26:12 GMT -5
He'll tell about his family later. It's quite a big family soooo. XD)) ORegano, on a protective instinct, wrapped his tail around her like he use to do with his family members when danger was scented nearby. He scented the air and found where the smell was coming from. "Follow me, stay quiet." He then began to move forward, catching the scent of fox through the blood after a while. His fur prickled but soon he could see a clearing and no fox in sight. Stepping out he immediately spotted where the smell of blood was coming from. Two gray cats lay dead, blood spilling from their limp bodies and staining the forest floor. "Hope you have a strong stomach Whisp." The tom then moved closer to the two and realized they were a tom and a she-cat.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:27:47 GMT -5
(Not one,but TWO Yellowfangs!?
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 22:28:13 GMT -5
(Not one,but TWO Yellowfangs!? What???)))
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:32:04 GMT -5
(Not one,but TWO Yellowfangs!? What???))) (You posted a picture of two giant fluffy gray cats
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 22:35:32 GMT -5
Aw. Well then it would be three really because of their kit))
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Jun 19, 2019 22:36:17 GMT -5
(Lol, I’ll add your cats dark!)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:41:16 GMT -5
(THREE! Thanks fishy Black and White are actually from a previous rp where they were rogues named Blacktooth and Whiteclaw.Blacktooth actually got nine lives from Starclan after their clan broke up.Sadly that rp is no longer operational.....Just some background on those two's development.Black won't have his 6 remaining lives in this obviously.
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 22:45:09 GMT -5
Though she stepped closer to the tom, Whisp flinched and stiffened at his tail touch. The wonderer was still not used to being touched by anyone, however she didnt reject him she just simply accepted it. A small part of her liked it that he showed to be protective of her, but that was not something she could focus on right now. Nodding Whisp silently followed Oregano towards the bloody stench, and every couple of seconds she would look behind them to make sure they were not being followed. Reaching the source she was horrified to see the mangled body of a tom and shecat. Her icy blue eyes caught the sight of russet fur still in their claws as well as the scent of fox. Atleast the two put up a fight. Stepping forwards she began to investigate the scene. When Whisp neared the shecat, she could smell a sweet milky scent radiate from her. Instantly her heart dropped in her chest. Where are the kits?! "Hello?" She called out. Though a risky move the shecat could not contain herself. If there were kits alive in the area they could not just abandon them.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:49:55 GMT -5
Black kicked a small sapling to show White where he was,a bundle of flowers dividing showing him that they were ready.Almost as if they were one,they jumped at the fawn's neck,quickly killing the young animal."Today we feast!"White exclaimed.
Thistledown sniffed the air and caught some cat's scent."Who's there?"He growled.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 22:53:11 GMT -5
(Got the img for Thistledown up
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 22:59:33 GMT -5
ORegano turned to Whisp and quickly moved toward her. "Shh! The fox may still be around. What is it anyway?" No sooner than he had spoke did he catch a whiff of the same milky smell that Whisp had. "She's a queen. Who's obviously already had her kits." His eyes went wide as he began to frantically look around, trying to scent anything else through the fox and blood.
Lethe was up in a nearby hollow, up in an oak tree. Tears were soaking into his fluffy gray fur along his face as he grieved for his parents. Voices drifted to his ears after a few moments though and the little kit made his way to the opening and slowly looked out, not sure if everything was safe. Upon spotting the two cats below he let out a squeak and moved back into the hollow, not sure if the cats were friendly.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Jun 19, 2019 23:11:13 GMT -5
Bird squeaked as she heard a loud cat. She peered out of the bush and looked at thistledown. “I’m looking for coal.” She mewled, her body trembling from fear.
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 23:13:06 GMT -5
Whisp was frantically sniffing the ground in search of the fallen queens kits. If it was her who had fallen and she had lect behind kits she would wish for someone to do the same thing. Suddenly a faint squeak was heard and she whipped around. Her eyes peirced the undergrowth having no idea that the kit could have been in a tree. "Where are you young one?! We are here to help", this meow was softer than her initial call taking heed of Oregano's words about the fox being nearby. She grew silent once again and waited for a reply.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Jun 19, 2019 23:13:58 GMT -5
WE ARE LOW ON SOME SHE CATS! Sorry lol, but yeah it’s like 12 Toms and 4 shecats.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 23:17:30 GMT -5
(I think I got a few I can throw in)
Thistledown looked at the kit."Where'd you last see him?"
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 23:23:04 GMT -5
Leopard-Female-29 Moons Tall and skinny she cat with leopard print fur and dark green eyes.She's a very unhappy camper all of the time.
Clout-Female-35 Moons Short and plump she cat with dark brown fur and eyes.She's always in a lazy mood and doesn't like being told what to do.
(Bam,two more cat spawners
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 23:23:32 GMT -5
Lethe didn't know if he should trust them but he was hungry and alone, his tears still flowing of their own initiative. Finally he moved to the entrance of the hollow again and looked down at the cats. "U-Up here. Mommy put me here when the scary fox c-came." He couldn't bring himself to look over at the bodies of his parents.
Oregano followed the voice and finally spotted the kit, a fluffy gray ball in a hollow up a nearby oak tree. "Whisp. Up there." He gestured toward the hollow with his tail.
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 23:29:35 GMT -5
With the help of Oregano Whisp finally laid eyes on the poor kitten and she quickly bounded over to the base of the tree. "It's okay little one. Im going to come up and get you now so stay where you are", she instructed her voice firm yet soothing as she did not wish to frighten him. Without hesitation Whisp clawed her way up the tree truck and to the trees hollow where the kit was located. Unable to reach his she spoke. "Come to me little one, I will keep you safe", she urged with the promise of safety. He needed to move closer so she could grab his scruff and she could carry him down.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 23:33:19 GMT -5
Lethe watched her, still unsure if he should trust these strange cats. Seeing no other way the kit made his way toward her, staying low to the branch and doing his best to stay balanced as the breeze caught his fluffy form.
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Post by spaceotterr<3 on Jun 19, 2019 23:33:37 GMT -5
Bird looked around. “With crow.” She said. As a kit she did not know much. She turned around and padded that way slowly.
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Post by Protractor on Jun 19, 2019 23:36:10 GMT -5
Thistledown followed the kit,caeful not to step on her."I think I can smell them,"He began.
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 23:40:58 GMT -5
Whisp was patient in waiting for the kit to get close enough and then precise as she quickly scooped up the young tom kit by the scruff. Her jaws firmly gripped his tiny body and she made haste down the tree and back onto the forest floor. Her tail lashed back and forth beckoning Oregano to follow. With the fox still a threat she was not about to linger in the area, especially with kit. The kit was still small making a steady trot possible and so Whisp did her best to whisk the kit away and out of danger, hopefully with Oregano hot on her heels.
After a while she finally slowed to a stop, feeling as if they were safe enough for the moment. Gently she set the fluffy grey kitten down and began to rasp her tongue over his pelt insearch of wounds of any sort.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 23:42:45 GMT -5
Xena-she/cat-21 moons-Jekyll Xena is a Chausie cat. Lithe, long, and powerful,the Chausie is a strikingly beautiful cat whose eye-catching features are the result of crossbreeding the domestic cat (Felis catus) with a non-domesticated wild jungle cat (Felis chaus). A well-structured, healthy Chausie cat is limber and lean with a passing resemblance to a mountain lion. The Chausie is a large cat with a definite likeness to the Abyssinian. They have a short, shiny coat and can range from colors, but Xena is more on the side of a pale ginger hue. This magnificent cat’s facial features include high cheekbones and eye colors that range from yellow to lime, with aqua-colored eyes sometimes seen.The ears are prominent, being both large and tall. Xena can be a bit on the wild side, being fast and having fantastic instincts because of her wild jungle cat side. She can be a bit of a loose cannon at times, have fluxes in her emotions at times. Normally though, Xena is very patient and ready to listen to anyone who is open to speak.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 23:45:24 GMT -5
Whisp was patient in waiting for the kit to get close enough and then precise as she quickly scooped up the young tom kit by the scruff. Her jaws firmly gripped his tiny body and she made haste down the tree and back onto the forest floor. Her tail lashed back and forth beckoning Oregano to follow. With the fox still a threat she was not about to linger in the area, especially with kit. The kit was still small making a steady trot possible and so Whisp did her best to whisk the kit away and out of danger, hopefully with Oregano hot on her heels. After a while she finally slowed to a stop, feeling as if they were safe enough for the moment. Gently she set the fluffy grey kitten down and began to rasp her tongue over his pelt insearch of wounds of any sort. Oregano, seeing the kit was safe, turned back to its parents and didn't follow Whisp. Instead he began to dig, his large paws and long claws making it easier for him to do so. He dug steadily, the blood soaked ground staining his paws and claws as he continued on, not wanting to leave without burying the fallen parents, the ones who died protecting their kit.
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Post by Falconwing on Jun 19, 2019 23:49:26 GMT -5
After Whisp finished with the bath, she was happy to have not found a scratch on the kit. She noticed that Oregano had not followed her so she made the quick decision to stay put and wait for him to arrive. "Do you have a name little one?", she questioned curiously as she bent down to face the little kit.
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Post by Jekyll on Jun 19, 2019 23:57:03 GMT -5
Lethe looked at her before turning his face back toward where Whisp had taken him from. "Mommy and Daddy... they were bleeding." He began to cry once more as he stood and began to take wobbly steps back in the direction of the clearing. "I want Mommy! I want her to lick my head and tell me how much she loves me and that everything's alright. And then Daddy to play games with me and go hunt and bring back food and flowers that make Mommy happy." He didn't stop walking, steadily trying to go back to the clearing.
(*cries in gibberish*)
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Post by Protractor on Jun 20, 2019 0:02:09 GMT -5
(*Bronzefur yeets out of nowhere:"You're going to die not knowing your parents well enough to call them parents
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