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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 30, 2019 23:01:31 GMT -5
Weaseltail felt a prickle of sadness as Flare snapped at him.”I fought a badger,it was one of them that came after us before.It collapsed after we fought and I’m hoping it’s dead.”he said.Weaseltail was pretty frustrated,he had caught that dumb mouse for them,but Flare had to act all tough!
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 30, 2019 23:26:35 GMT -5
Weaseltail centered himself and stared Flare directly in the eye.His eyes flickered playfully as they talked,”The badger tried to kill us.I won’t let it try again.”he shrugged.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Oct 1, 2019 0:31:47 GMT -5
(on mobile as well)
Maple tried to push down the purr that threatened to rise in her throat as she heard his response, finding it more amusing rather than being offended by it. She decided she’d play along. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for, a big strong tom to just sweep me off my paws and carry me to safety. What more could I ever want?” Maple snorted in reply, grinning at him and realizing just how excited she was that he would be sticking around. It suddenly made her nervous, not realizing these feelings until now and part of her wishing she hadn’t. Her green gaze stays on Flare before breaking out into a genuine smile. “Well, I’m glad you’ll at least be around for a while. Who else will fight off the dogs and badgers with me?”
Her soft expression remains until Weaseltail suddenly comes up to them, dropping the prey in front of them and declaring how he’d gone back to attack the badger even more. Maple’s eyes widen and her nose scrunches, confused on how the tom could be so mousebrained. “Weaseltail, why would you do that? It had already run off why would you go back and provoke it more?” She asked, concern for her own safety and everyone else’s apparent in her tone. “You should’ve just left it alone, you could’ve gotten killed.”
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 1, 2019 7:40:26 GMT -5
Weaseltail was furious,he had risked his life for these cats,but they don’t give a crap.”Just trying to make sure it doesn’t try again.”Weaseltail mews angrily as he storms off,leaving the mouse behind.
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 1, 2019 8:21:59 GMT -5
(I hope you guys don't think I'm mean! It's Flare talking, not me lol)
Flare was acutely aware of Maple’s teasing tone, but there seemed to be genuine happiness sparkling in her eyes. His ear twitched slightly as he wondered what she was so happy about. Okay, he wanted to travel with everyone else too, but not that much. Weaseltail made a cocky remark about not letting the badgers get them. Flare snorted incredulously and opened his mouth to point that they had ended up saving him with a tail flick towards Weaseltail’s injured shoulder when Maple turned to scolding Weaseltail in his turn, albeit in a gentler, more reasonable tone. “Just trying to make sure it doesn’t try again,” Weaseltail responded, his eyes sparking. His gaze flickered briefly towards the mouse before he stomped away. “Thanks to you, it probably will if it’s alive!” Flare yowled after him. “Which it probably is!” he added after a heartbeat. Weaseltail was acting like a kit. Honestly, how mouse-brained could a cat be? He was injured--from a badger attack that had happened just a while ago, in fact--and actually believed he could take down a badger by himself? Even Flare didn’t want to take that chance! And when cats were trying to talk some sense into him in a nicer tone than he deserved (that was Maple), he ran off and started sulking! Flare shook his head at the wonder of it, glancing over at Maple to see if she thought the same.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 1, 2019 16:21:01 GMT -5
Weaseltail turned around and stared at Flare,trying to show minimum aggression.He decided not too remind him that he had saved him.’I’m very thankful for everything they’ve done to help me after I was injured but,I did save him.’he said to himself.”But,thank you for taking care of me.”he said looking at Flare and Maple.Weaseltail looked at them and left the mouse for them too eat.”You haven’t had anything in a while.”He mewed as he picked up the mouse and sat it in between them both.
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Post by Protractor on Oct 1, 2019 21:42:33 GMT -5
(I shall give you a lazy complainer to yell at.LoVe HiM oR pErIsH)
Chive glared up at the large wall blocking his path.It was large,over grown,and he was pretty sure it should've been branded as a mistake and taken down.The large orange tom had been trying to find a way around the blasted structure for three days but to no avail.By now he was ready to climb it.Either he made it over or fell off and died,both sounded pretty good right now to him,not really mattering to him at all.
The young tom jumped as high as he could and started scrambling up the vine-ridden wall,his paws getting stuck on pretty much every other step.He looked down with his blue eyes and took mental note of the way down.It was far and he didn't like it.Now he was starting to understand why kittypets stayed inside.His family had warned him about the lazy slobs and he was taught the only difference between him and them was that he was forest borne,granted it was best to live in large groups but Chive lived on his own.He knew he could make it on his own and knew darn well he could easily make it over the wall....That was until a vine snapped and he fell,letting out a shriek as he plummeted.
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 3, 2019 8:37:34 GMT -5
(Welcome to the squad, Protractor ! I'm just waititng for 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 and Blueflame123 to reply )
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 3, 2019 17:31:34 GMT -5
“I’ll be back in a while,I am going to look for food.”he said as he rode up.He padded into the forest and looked around.He settled his gaze on a skinny rabbit that looked like it was at the brink of starvation.He crouched and sprang as it collapses on the floor.It didn’t even try to get away,and Weaseltail backed away from it.It was crying and weeping.”I will save you the pain.”he whispered gently to it.Weaseltail took a bite to its neck and walked back to where Flare and Maple were.”So......what do we do now?”he asked.He realized that his question was kinda blank.”I mean.....we are just sitting around now,with nothing to do.”he settled his gaze on the both of them.”I was thinking we could travel together?”he asked hopeful that they would say yes.
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 3, 2019 19:32:27 GMT -5
Maple asked if Flare wanted to share the mouse Weaseltail had caught. Though his belly rumbled with hunger and the sight of the plump piece of prey made his mouth water, he shook his head and grunted,
“No, you eat it. I’ll catch something on my own.” He stalked away from the pair, muzzle slightly parted so he could draw the scents of the forest onto his tongue. Waves of musty, musky, fresh scents assailed him, so different from the harsh smells of Twolegplace. The tom breathed deeply, feeling a sense of peace envelop him as he padded onward. Even though he really wanted to travel in these cats’ company, the blissfulness of solitude did not evade him.
He quickly detected and caught a decent-sized shrew scrabbling near a holly bush before heading back, his pawsteps slowed so he could make the most of this precious moment. Eventually he reached Maple and Weaseltail, the shrew dangling from his jaws and tempting him with the promise of prey. Weaseltail had apparently left and come back too with a rather scrawny rabbit. The flame-pelted tom dropped the fresh-kill at his paws and listened as Weaseltail asked what they planned to do next, wondering if they should travel together. Flare stared at him incredulously.
“What? But you just met us!” Okay, he himself had just met Maple and Lightning, but he had been with them for two days, not two hours. Before he affirmed Weaseltail’s correct guess he wanted to hear his answer, wondering at his confidence. How did he know that they wouldn’t sink their claws into his throat as soon as he closed his eyes? Maybe it was his general rashness showing up, Flare thought, the beginnings of a growl rumbling in his throat as he remembered the small cat’s solo badger expedition.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 3, 2019 20:13:02 GMT -5
Weaseltail’s tail dropped as he heard the toms harsh reply.I mean,yeah he had just met them but they had saved him from a deep wound and treated him.Weaseltail completely trusted these cats and wanted to spend more time with them.He understood Flare’s uneasiness to travel with him,but he wouldn’t wait until he was asleep and just kill him.He wanted to get to know these cats.Weaseltail narrowed his eyes,feeling rage boil in his throat.Weaseltail knew what his expression meant and had a rebuttal.”You helped me when I was injured.I completely trust you.”He said.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Oct 6, 2019 22:21:45 GMT -5
Maple watched as Weaseltail declared that he would go hunting again, surprised that he was still up for movement after everything he'd put himself through with the badgers. Even she was still feeling sore from earlier. The tabby nods as Flare gave her the rest of the mouse to eat, which she did, grateful for the food. Part of her wished there were someone she could eat with, her heart longing for clan life once more. She found the forest particularly lonely, never used to just being on her own for very long. Maple was finished with her mouse by the time Weaseltail came back with his scrawny rabbit, wondering why he'd caught a piece of prey with so little on it's bones. She briefly wondered if it was because that was all that he could catch.
With Flare back she felt herself smile and nod at the orange tom, seeing the shrew at his paws. As Weaseltail inquires what the next move is, she too is a little taken aback by his suggestion. However, Maple feels a little hypocritical as she'd just asked Flare the same thing, but they'd known each other for a longer amount of time and it seemed like a good idea to keep him around as he was a very skilled fighter and showed to be rather smart.
"Weaseltail...it's just. We've all only met you today, and you greeted Flare with an unsolicited fight. Not to mention going out on your own to pick on the badgers again when they've already decided to leave us alone. Just because we've helped you while you were injured doesn't mean that you should completely trust us, or that we can completely trust you for that matter." Maple wasn't sure how old Weaseltail was, but his actions and mentality told her that he was at least a juvenile. Reminded her of the ambitious apprentices who were always trying to prove something to everyone.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 6, 2019 22:44:19 GMT -5
Weaseltail’s tail drooped hit the ground hard,and he sighed.He began to eat his prey.’Fine.....just......fine’he thought to himself.Weaseltail looked at them,but kept no expression in his eyes.He wasn’t mad or happy.They just didn’t trust him,and they think that he shouldn’t trust them.”Okay...let me tell you why.....”he said.”When I lived with my family,I was isolated.I always wanted to play with my siblings but they wouldn’t let me.I told my mother and she didn’t do anything about it.I always tried to prove myself to feel like I belonged.My mother and siblings left me on my own.You guys are the first cats I’ve seen in Moons!I just wanted to prove myself,because,”he looked at Flare,”You are just so strong and it seems like everyone looks at you for stuff.”he said.He then looked at Maple,”You are the same but you know about all those herbs and plants.”he mewed.”What could I do?”He asked.”That’s why I went out to fight this badgers....”he said.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 6, 2019 22:45:32 GMT -5
(Weaseltail is 10 moons old.So yes he would be an apprentice.)
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Wildbriar
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 7, 2019 20:32:04 GMT -5
(Weaseltail is ten moons old? Everything makes sense now lol)
Flare bent down to take a bite of his shrew, crunching through bone as Maple explained to Weaseltail what he himself was too impatient to put into words. Flare stared at the pale tabby curiously to see his reaction. The tom was quite young, actually. Quite, quite young. Flare was reminded of himself, half-starved and lonely in Twolegplace, newly thrown out of his deceased mother’s sister’s den, and finding a way to make a living for himself.
A soft thud brought him back to the present: it was Weaseltail’s tail, which had fallen in despair. The cat took a bite of rabbit and chewed for a while before relating his sob story. Of course. Everyone in these parts had one. Each cat thought that he had led the most miserable life by far, and would try to prove it in lengthy orations that led the listeners to feel anything but pity for the rambling souls. Still, Flare felt an unfamiliar twinge inside him. Weaseltail was experiencing pretty much the same thing he had when he was younger. It was as if fate had delivered him to Flare’s paws to see what he would do. He had had a tough time gaining maturity, and now a cat in the same situation as him had arrived. Flare could turn the tables; he could make sure that Weaseltail didn’t suffer nearly as much as him. Would he, though?
His ear twitched in surprise as Weaseltail mentioned that he had been trying to prove himself to the orange tom. What had he done to deserve Weaseltail’s respect? But then again, he and Maple were probably the first remotely friendly faces he had seen in his lifetime. Well, Maple, anyway. F;are took a deep breath. He knew what to do.
“Okay, you’re coming with us.” he meowed firmly, glancing at Maple to see if she approved. Yes, there was this whole thing about trust, and Maple had shared his concerns, but it was unlikely that Weaseltail would spring an attack on them. Right now his conscience was tugging at him, forcing him to ignore what moons of hard experience had taught him: never trust anyone but yourself. If Weaseltail DID in fact, turn out to be traitorous, however, and harmed him or Maple in any way, then he would pay. Oh, yes, he certainly would. With his life.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 7, 2019 21:00:37 GMT -5
Weaseltail told his life story and waited for their reply.He expected them to say that he was just trying to soften them up and walk away.But,instead Flare jumped and declared that he was going.He jumped up happy,and barely able to contain his excitement.”Really?You mean it?”he asked.He had finally earned Flare’s respect.Flare looked at Maple seeing if she would agree and Weaseltail waited there.”Before you say anything,I want to change my name to Weasel.My mother called me Weaseltail to make fun of me.I’ve been wanting to change it for a while now.”He mewed.
(Yeah.....Lol)
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Wildbriar
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 7, 2019 21:14:03 GMT -5
Weaseltail jumped up, surprise and happiness illuminating his eyes as he squeaked disbelievingly.
“Why else would I invite you?” Flare mewed brusquely, uncomfortably conscious of the lightening glow of amusement blossoming in his chest at Weaseltail’s reaction. Okay, he was definitely getting soft now. He knew was changing, but the transformation could leave him enough wariness to be able to protect the cats that he now found himself responsible for. Weaseltail then announced that he would change his name to Weasel, as if the change would erase his past.
Flare stopped and considered. Should he change his name, too? His mother’s sister had been fond of calling him “runt”, even though he was bigger than any of her litter. He had named himself after beginning to scrounge a living in the harsh environment of Twolegplace. No, he couldn’t change his name. It was a part of him now, signifying the difficulties he had gone through and how he had worked to overcome them. Even though his past was painful, he still wanted to hold on to it.
“Weasel it is, then.” he nodded at Weaseltai--Weasel, hoping the conflicting thoughts that had just run through him hadn’t been mirrored by his facial expressions.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 7, 2019 21:48:38 GMT -5
Weasel was Extremely happy.He jumped up and down but stopped and thought about something.What would happen to the others?Lightning,what would she do?She could come with them.It was nice to have more people with him.He thought back to the names that his siblings used to call him “Runt!” “Dirt!” “Filth!”They all said to him as he crouched through his memories.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Oct 9, 2019 0:40:00 GMT -5
(Flare and Maple: "We're your parents now")
Maple felt her heart twisting into knots as she heard Weaseltail's story, not sure what to say now. The tom was young, would he even listen to them? But she couldn't leave him to die, or to grow up lost. Her mind drifted to Flare and she wondered what he'd been through after being left on his own, remembering what he'd ranted to them a while ago. It must've been hard, and she wonders if she'll ever be able to survive on her own or if she'll always need to be around other cats to feel accepted or safe with herself.
Just then Flare's voice brings her back to reality when he finally agrees to Weaseltail joining them, her ears perk and she's got a slightly surprised expression on her face before it softens as she looks at the orange tom. 'He really is starting to become a big softie isn't he?' The she-cat thought to herself, a small smile forming on her maw. She gave a short nod, approving of this decision and appreciating the fact that he sought her approval in the first place. Maple turns to Weaseltail as he declares his name change, reminding her of her own. Though, that wasn't of her own choice. She tries not to dwell on the thought too much.
"We should probably think about leaving soon then. This forest seems to attract a lot of trouble." Maple suggested, raising to her paws and stretching out.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 9, 2019 7:45:07 GMT -5
(Ikr XD)
Weaseltail-no Weasel now,has been accepted to travel with the group.Maple declared that they should leave soon and Weasel agreed.’From what I hear,they have had so many troubles you couldn’t count.’he thought.”Okay.....So then where?”he asked.
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On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 9, 2019 9:54:06 GMT -5
(XD True Rainy! Also, I finally found a visual representation of Flare! I know I described him in the beginning as an orange tabby but since then my mental image has morphed into a ginger tabby, exactly like in the photo!)
Maple caught his eye and nodded, a satisfied gleam in her eyes, before saying that they really should leave soon. Flare expressed his agreement, meowing, "The forest does attract trouble, but we probably won't be out of it for a while yet, so we should really get going." But where to? That was the question. All Flare knew was that he wanted to head away from Twolegplace and all signs of his former life. Or wait--did he? He hadn't thought of his old home in a while, but now that it was introduced to him his mind was plagued by inquiry? What of Scrap's band? Had they all scattered after his flight from the city? Had a new leader arisen among them, or were they engaged in battles and espionage in an attempt to claim the leadership for themselves? Flare had had every right to call himself leader. He was Scrap's son and he was the one who had killed him. While he certianly didn't want the leadeship, he at the very least wanted to see what was left of his father and his ilk. He glanced at Maple and Weasel. It would be dangerous to lead them into Twolegplace, but he was confident that if he could protect himself there, then he could protect them.. "How about we head in that direction?" he suggested casually, nodding in the direction he had come from.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 9, 2019 17:00:19 GMT -5
Weasel looked at Flare confused,”The twolegplace?”He asked.He shifted uncomfortably.Weasel had heard stories of Twolegs.They were big,hairless creatures that could kill you in an instant.They lived in huge dens sourounded by more of them.Weasel looked over to where Flare was swishing his tail and saw a twoleg den towering over the trees.Two rows of twoleg dens stretched to the horizon.In the middle was a grey path that giant monsters drives on.Weasel suddenly got nervous.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Oct 9, 2019 23:25:19 GMT -5
(I love that! I think I'll use Maple's photo from now on too ^^)
Maple glanced in the direction he suggested and gave a nod, thinking she hadn't gone that way before. It was at least better than going the way she came. Then Weasel pointed out how that was towards the Twolegplace, place Maple had never been before but had also heard tales about the lumbering creatures and the dens they resided in. "Wait, didn't you come from the Twolegplace?" Maple asked curiously, looking the tom over and frowning softly. "Why do you want to go back?" While curiosity was still in her tone, she also felt the start of suspicion crawling into her mind. What were his motives on going back? As far as she was concerned he didn't want anything to do with that place ever again. So, why now?
Before Flare could get a sense of her wariness, the tabby quickly calmed herself and shook off the feeling. They were traveling together now, now would not be a good time to become suspicious of anyone, and as far as she knew Flare was trustworthy. In fact, he was already so different from when they first met. It was pretty nice to see the originally closed off cat become more and more open to those around him.
"I'm just wondering if it's a good idea...but anything is better than staying put. So, I trust your decision, Flare."
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 9, 2019 23:31:30 GMT -5
Weasel thought about objecting,but there was no point.He was traveling with them now so he didn’t want to make them enemies.”Hmmm.....okay.”he decided.Weasel shifted his paws and swished his tail.Although he didn’t like it,maybe it would turn out to be a good thing.
“Now?”He asked.
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Post by Weaselstar on Oct 10, 2019 17:10:17 GMT -5
(Yes,and he is Weasel.Lol)
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Oct 10, 2019 17:36:16 GMT -5
(Yes,and he is Weasel.Lol) Gah! Even I forgot! Let me fix that
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
back back back again
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Oct 11, 2019 3:02:57 GMT -5
(yes, skip! c: )
It was the bright sun and chirping birds that woke Maple up, her eyes fluttering open before immediately squinting against the morning light. Her sleepy gaze hovers over the still sleeping forms around her, immediately recognizing Flare's ginger coat nearby. It reminded her that they were leaving today towards the Twolegplace, where the tom had grown up. Maple would be lying if she said she weren't interested in seeing the city, or the place that Flare grew up in, but she was still curious about his motives.
With a heavy sigh, the tabby rose to her paws and stretched her spine, feeling to various cracks and pops in her joints. Her eyes follow in the direction they're supposed to be heading in and she wonders how much longer she'll have to wait before they leave. Her paws were itching to leave, but she was still cautious about the path ahead of them, though she was fairly confident Flare would protect them. He knew the streets better than either her or Weasel.
Her green eyes land on Flare once more and she finds herself smiling slightly.
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