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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 22:42:48 GMT -5
I have awokennnnn I'm working on replies now~
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 11, 2023 23:39:35 GMT -5
FlickerWith Star on the moor. FeathertalonAfter surveying the area for a moment, Flicker briefly wondered if the other cat had left. It could’ve been possible; having seen him catch the prey and moving on, avoiding him all together, or being ignorant of his presence. It wouldn’t have been his first time breezing past encounters with other cats. But quickly all these assumptions proved to be false as the tall grass shifted to his right. Where Flicker’s amber gaze met green. It was a gray-blue tom, his demeanor wasn’t aggressive, tail held high in a friendly gesture. This was slightly surprising to Flicker, with the sound of his arrival he assumed this tom was a rival to the hunt. Typically when encountering these situations, especially in the prey short moons, a hissing match was expected.
First flicking his tail in greeting, Flicker then raised his tail reciprocating the tom's friendly gesture. It was a common courtesy he believed, to respond in a friendly way. No need for ruffled pelts if strange company displayed no hostilities. While the tom’s voice wasn’t laced with annoyance or disdain. The compliment on the prey couldn’t help but cause a ripple of suspicion. If this had been a warmer season, he wouldn’t have cared. But with the cold and shortage of food. Flicker couldn’t help but be on edge. "Thank you, it was a little sloppy honestly. I prefer to use that hunting technique on rabbits more than mice.” Flicker accepted, twitching his whiskers in feign amusement towards himself.
Flicker hoped by talking about the technique, it would shed light on how long this cat had been watching him. If the stranger chose to comment at all. Settling onto his haunches, the brown tom purposely swiped his tongue over his left fore paw a few times to show a disposition of nonchalance. However this action quickly backfired when his mouth began to water from the taste. The mouse was plumper than the others he had managed to catch in the area. It's warmth now fading away. Soon it's body would be stiff, the cold already seeping into it's limp brown form. Not only would warm fresh-kill be comforting against the chill in the air. It would fill him for the day, allowing him to explore some more or seek the comfort of his nest. He already had his next hunting ground in mind, he could possibly travel that way before the night set it. He was fully away a mind clouded by hunger, was one that was more prone to making mistakes.
He wondered when this cat’s last meal was. He didn’t seem particularly skinny. Nothing more unusual than the other cats who roamed without the comfort of a two-leg den. If it came down to himself or the other cat eating for the day. He would readily choose himself. But he had lived through a few Leafbares. Cats had the tendency to also react without much thought when hunger drove them. "Haven’t smelled you around these parts before, hopefully I haven’t intruded on some newly claimed territory?" He offered openly, curious at his response. It wasn't fair to make assumptions on someone he had just met, nor was it smart to underestimate another cat's intentions.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 11, 2023 23:50:09 GMT -5
Hey everyone! Now that it's Friday hopefully I can get on sooner than I have the last couple of days. Hope y'all have been drinking lots of water with the heat going on
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Post by Myst on Aug 12, 2023 1:45:29 GMT -5
Kuta -- The Moors | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 So there had been two groups that hadn’t necessarily lived together, but had their own territories on either side of the stream. Was he supposed to know about this second group? Maybe they weren’t related to him at all. Still, knowing about them seemed so important somehow. If they had only lived across the stream from each other, the two groups must’ve interacted with each other in some way. Or at least he imagined that they had. Were they hostile towards each other? Maybe they just respectfully coexisted and stayed out of each other’s way… Ugh, this was so much to take in. Still, it was more than what he’d come here with, and for that he was appreciative.
Kuta took a moment to digest everything she’d told him, and in this time she was nudging the rabbit towards him. At mention of his journey home, he offered her a grin. Honestly, he was a bit surprised she’d be so insistent on sharing, but it warmed him all the same. He opened his maw to protest however the molly beat him to it. For a moment he just stared at her, surprise dancing in his eyes before amusement replaced it. A laugh escaped him as he offered a nod. “Alright, alright, you got me there,” he purred, settling down to finish off the rabbit.
She’d certainly been right – the first bite of the creature sent a wave of warmth through him. Between bites he offered a hum of understanding. He hadn’t really expected any cat to know anything at all, so he was more that happy. He did sit up briefly to turn hazel eyes in the indicated direction. The mountains… Certainly a long trip. “The cave where the stream comes from… Maybe I’ll check it out sometime.”
He made quick work of finishing off the rabbit, licking whatever remaining blood from his lips as he sat up once more. “This was nice – can’t remember the last time I ate with another cat,” Kuta mused. “And I appreciate you telling me about your mother’s stories. Definitely more than I thought I’d find out here.” It was a lot, and he’d sit with it for as long as he could stand to focus on it. Later, though. He'd sit with it later. Judging by the sky a storm was moving in and he was cold enough as it was. He wouldn't stick around for whatever was to come. "We should get a move on - where are you headed?" Safer to travel together while they could in his mind.
Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering He supposed that was fair – things could seem bigger than they were if you didn’t talk about them. Still, he couldn’t help but understand why she’d never brought it up. Wasn’t really the best memory to relive. That’s why it was so surprising to the tabby that Fran had offered to explore the shadows with him. But offer she had, and he was stood there conflicted on whether or not to take her up on it. Of course, she wouldn’t offer if she herself wasn’t thinking about it, he knew that much. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel like he was pushing her in some way.
To hear she wouldn’t go very far settled his nerves a bit – feeling it out once they were there sounded much better. Green eyes following her gaze to the trees, he gave a little nod himself. “Okay… Okay.” He was both agreeing and trying to reassure himself that this would be perfectly fine. The idea was both stressful and thrilling all the same to Milo. Sure, he was quite sure that nothing spectacular would happen, but it was new. Just being able to see the place he’d wondered about for so long was exciting. With a soft lick to her cheek, he offered a comforting smile at her words. “Of course I will – I won’t let anything touch you.” Up to this point he’d never had to fight for anything, but he’d learn quickly if it kept his friend unharmed.
Eyes moving to the trees once more, he simply looked at them for a long moment. They were really going there, huh? Milo knew the way from here, but knowing they wouldn’t stop to bask in the winter sun was hard to process. ‘We can do this.’ Taking a deep breath he shook himself out quickly to ease his nerves. It was now or never if they were both ready. “Shall we go?”
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Post by Myst on Aug 12, 2023 1:52:47 GMT -5
Honey -- Near Twoleg Place | With Shadow - runningsky123 With the trees bare and the sky darkening with an oncoming storm, there wasn’t much for her in the forest. She’d done well hunting in the heights of the trees when it was warmer, but in leaf-bare the branches had little to offer. While she didn’t necessarily favor either location over another, at least she blended in with the heather in the moorland. Her pelt was too bright for the cover of the forest and it would stay as such until the snow fell. Between sticking out and the time of year, she was out of luck so long as she stayed on her perch. With a hefty sigh, Honey scaled her way back down the branches, taking her time stretching as fair down the trunk as she could before taking the final leap to the ground.
Landing with a soft thud, she glanced around. This little patch she’d claimed for herself usually served her better, but it seemed she’d go hungry today. At least, she would if she didn’t venture beyond her bounds. “It’s fine, just watch for scent markers and it’ll be fine,” she muttered to herself as her stomach twisted as if to remind her it was empty. Shaking her head, she took off in a trot.
By the time she’d caught wind of anything the molly had left her own territory quite some time ago. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out here, all she knew was that she was coming up on the treeline. In fact, she was close enough that she was amble to start making out some of the fences and their odd dens. Finally stopping, she parted her jaws to scent the air. It took a moment, but it did dawn on her it was another cat. This scent was unfamiliar to her. ‘Did I miss a marker? I didn’t think anybody lived this way…’ she thought, blue-grey eyes looking around for any sign of movement. Maybe she could get away? No, the scent had been too strong – she’d have to stand her ground. Round eyes narrowing a little, she took another glimpse around as she dug her claws into the dirt. “Come on out – I’m just looking for food,” she called. Not her smartest move, but she thought it better to make her intentions known rather than being caught trying to hide.
The feline that greeted her shortly thereafter was far from what she expected. Eyes settled on the black tom as soon as he’d stopped, and she just stared at him for a moment. “Shelter?” she repeated, confusion lacing her voice. So… “This land isn’t yours.” Duh, why else would he have asked for help? Sheathing her claws, the tension fled her muscles as she released a sigh. Of course she hadn’t missed any marked borders, she rarely did. Still, there was the matter of his request. He was bigger than her – if he was to be a threat, he’d have her down already. That and he smelled of twolegs…
Maybe he knew how to hunt, though. And if not, at least it’d be easier to stay warm with another cat. “Yeah, I can help,” Honey finally meowed in answer. “I’m sure we can find something before the snow really comes down. We can start in my territory – just don’t get too comfortable, hm?” Flicking her tail back towards where she’d come, she turned and picked up a leisurely walk. She didn’t mind sharing due to circumstance, but long term? Out of the question.
“I’m Honey, by the way. You?”
(if the blue color is hard to read let me know I have a second color picked out for her just in case)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 2:11:17 GMT -5
(No, it’s totally fine! It’s got good contrast against the background blue.) Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) Shadow was glad to see the she-cat was polite at the very least, if not nice. He really hadn’t wanted a fight. “No, no. I come here to hunt sometimes. Or just take a walk. I would go back home, but I’m not going to make it back to my house before the snow hits.”, he said. No need to let her know he was lost. He didn’t want to seem completely helpless. He purred softly when she said she could help, his tail waving slightly in happiness and relief. “Thank you very much. And don’t worry, I’ll be heading back to my den as soon as the storm is over.”, he said. Shadow followed her, not minding that they were heading away from the Twolegplace. Better to be farther away but have a certain shelter than be closer and attempting to find something. Besides, it would be far easier to keep warm with another cat there. “I’m Shadow.”, he introduced after she did. “Honey is a beautiful name. One of my sisters was named Honey. She had gorgeous honey-colored eyes.”, he said. How he missed his sister Honey. She’d been very sweet to him, and he’d been able to see her a few times after they’d gotten their own houses. She lived across the town from him, but her housefolk let her out much less often than his did. He’d only been able to see her face-to-face a few times after they went home before she moved with her housefolk.
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Post by Light on Aug 12, 2023 2:21:46 GMT -5
(I love the cave idea! ^^) (A forewarning: I will likely only be able to write a maximum of one roleplay post per day. Sometimes maybe only one or two days a week when I'm busy. I hope that's okay.) CottonLocation: By the Stream (Steppingstones) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton didn't get the chance to clarify to Creamsicle, and merely gave her a sharp nod in response. She continued to watch the rabbit carefully. She didn't run for it quite yet. It was still too close to the stream and the forest. If they made the slightest sound, it could very well go back to where it came. Hunting a rabbit in the trees would greatly decrease her chances at chasing it down, so she'd rather avoid that scenario if at all possible. After that scrawny squirrel earlier, the hunger in her stomach wasn't imminent, but she wanted to have enough to give the kit the strength she needed. The skies looked foreboding, likely promising snow in the near future. It would be best if they had a good feed now, while they still could. Luckily Cotton hadn't placed themselves here on a mere whim. Through years of hunting and experience, she knew the locations of many of the rabbit burrows in this area. The nearest one was only a short ways behind them. Those were the rabbits that had the most tendency to go into the forest. Even if it wasn't, Cotton trusted in her speed to make up for any shortfalls. She may be getting old, but years of building and using those muscles helped to keep her legs young. At least for now. The rabbit nibbled here and there, gradually making it's way further from the stream and closer to their gorse. Suddenly a distant rabbit screech caused their rabbit to rise in full alert, ears perked and eyes wide in alarm. It darted with uncanny speed towards its burrow. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Cotton was prepared. With a powerful push of her lean muscles, she burst out from the gorse in a flash of brown as the rabbit tried to race by, tackling it and killing it with a firm bite to the neck. Once it lay still, Cotton raised her head and glared in the direction the screech had come from. Some cat mustn't have got the bite in quick enough. It had worked out all right this time, but in a different situation such improper hunting could very well have lost her rabbit. Cotton released a breath and decided to let it go. There was no use in fretting over the hunting methods of other cats right now. The satisfaction of her successful kill helped put her mind at ease. The rabbit was thin, but fairly large in frame. It would feed them well. She looked back at the gorse bush where she left Creamsicle.
"Rabbits are far better than squirrels," Cotton said at last, quite matter of factly, as if it were an undeniable fact of life. If she had been on her own, she would have taken the freshkill home to her den before digging in, but Creamsicle hadn't eaten very much of the squirrel before- and who knew when the skinny little thing last ate before then. The white and cream coloured kit had made her hunger clear during their brief travels. Having something in her belly would help give her the warmth and strength needed to make it back to her den. "Come." She beckoned Creamsicle with her tail. She reached down and with adept technique, she twisted and yanked one hindleg from the rabbit and set it before Creamsicle. --- (Whispering - Awesome! I think so too. XD) ( Icyturtles - Stone or Arch would be awesome since Frazzle is currently in the twolegplace. :3 I'll post my starter. Feel free to hop in with either.) (The cat in the photo is ten years old and is currently wearing his summer coat. (Fun fact- his name is actually Milo! Which I found funny when a Milo joined the rp. lol) Pretend he is much younger and has a very fluffy winter coat. :3)FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Open The grass beneath Frazzle’s paws was warm. It was a cozy little clearing amidst tall sparse trees. Undergrowth bordered the little clearing on all sides, as if completely isolating him from the world. Frazzle stretched and rolled around in the grass, freezing on his belly when two butterflies burst into the air and fluttered away. With a sparkle in his eye and an unbearable urge, in a sudden powerful pounce, he leapt after them. He hopped across the clearing, batting at the fluttering insects in the air. The two butterflies parted, one going up and the other disappearing into the undergrowth. He darted after the second, practically diving into the bushes. There was very little to see as he plowed on through, and there was no sign of the butterfly from before, but he tarried on nonetheless. It felt as if the bushes would never end. They tugged at his tangled fur as he ducked, weaved and jumped through the bush. There was likely no chance at finding that butterfly again at this rate, but Frazzle now had a burning curiosity as to what was on the other side of the bush. He could hear muffled voices now, and the light on the other side was becoming brighter. With a burst of excitement, he put on extra speed towards the end. He could almost make out the words now... Mo- Move! That had to be it! Something about moving? What could it possi- WHAM! Something hard struck Frazzle in the side and suddenly he lost all sense of direction as cold air whooshed past. His eyes flashed open and his oustretched claws tried in vain to find purchase in open air. Whump! The fluffy orange and white cat fell into a snowbank by a brick twoleg den. Everything was cold and white. For a moment Frazzle couldn’t breath. Regaining some of his senses, the young tom pushed and climbed his way out of the snow bank, gasping and shaking out his fur. “Rats! That’s cold!” he exlaimed, skittering quickly away from the building. “That’s what you get for taking my spot!” sneered a large grey tom from above. Frazzle looked up. There on top of a heater, the stray leered down at him, his eyes and ears just visible over the edge. “And don’chya think you can keep gettin’ away with this. Next time I catch you around here, yer gonna regret it!”It all came back to Frazzle. Seeing that Ol’ Grouchy was away, he had decided to warm his paws for a moment on grouchy’s favourite spot. The heater. He must have drifted off, giving Grouchy the time to return and find him. Grouchy wasn’t his name, mind you. Frazzle just liked to call him that. He never really got to know the stray’s name through their limited and heated encounters. Now that he knew what had happened, his ears lifted from the sides of his head as his initial shock and fear faded away. “I look forward to it,” Frazzle called back cheerily, his tail waving behind him as he turned. “See you around Grouchy!” And with one last look at the furious tom, he bounded off into the twolegplace, quickly leaving all of Grouchy’s angry threats behind him. Frazzle mrrrowed in laughter as he padded down the sidewalk, remembering the ferocious expression on Grouchy’s face before he ran. Frazzle winced as his side protested against his laughter, and let out a long breath to let his amusement subside. As the initial adrenaline of his sudden encounter subsided, he started to feel a bit sore from Grumpy’s attack. Grumpy was mostly harmless compared to some strays. His meow was far worse than his bite and he was such a thrill to tease because of it. The older tom was usually too lazy to give chase, so Frazzle could always get away if he needed to. Just as long as he didn’t fall asleep on Grumpy’s heater. Frazzle caught scent of something that got his stomach rumbling. Licking his lips, he followed the scent around the corner and to the back of a twoleg food den. By the backdoor stood a dumpster. It was so full that the lid couldn’t fully close. Faint steam was rising from the opening. Something must have been put in there recently and it sure smelt good. He crouched down below the dumpster and wiggled his bottom before kicking out his hind legs. To his dismay, his hindlegs slipped on the ice beneath him and he flopped pitifully to the cold hard ground, sliding into the base of the dumpster with a soft thunk. He was still getting used to winter. He had been 5 moons old during his first winter and could hardly remember what it was like. The cold and all the cool things that came with it were truly fascinating to him- even this slippery ground cover that liked to trip him up whenever he didn’t expect it. Frazzle righted himself and after several slip-ups, he finally managed to get back to his paws. He carefully stepped off of the ice before circling the dumpster, looking for the best point of entry. There! He found a spot where the ground wasn’t shiny beside the dumpster. Using his new position, he successfully managed hook his paws onto the ledge and scrabble and squeeze his way into the large box. It was tight, but there were enough gaps for him to maneuver. Unsheathing his claws, he tore into the first greasy black pelt. Amongst all sorts of leafy stuff, bits and pieces of delicious goods could be found. There were the salty sticks, bits of meat and other strange foods and flavours. Frazzle wasn’t picky when it came to food. He would eat almost anything as long as it didn’t cause him immediate harm. His peculiar diet had caused him harm before, back when he was young, lost and hungry, but he had a strong stomach and the help of a cat who loved plants, so he pulled through. Did he learn his lesson? Maybe to an extent, but that was debatable. Frazzle had torn into another black pelt and was digging around with his muzzle when a certain flavour made him freeze. A purr erupted from his throat and he chomped down into the chicken bone. The semi-warm juicy meat practically melted in his throat. There were several of them in a box, most relatively cleaned off, but some were left untouched. He spent a long while within the dark dumpster cleaning off these bones. He dug out another bone- a nice big one that only had a couple bites out of it- just as the cover of the dumpster was suddenly pulled open. Frazzle jumped back, his back arched and fur on end. He was momentarily blinded by the light, but could just see another black pelt flying towards him. With his jaws firmly clamped down on his chicken, he fled the dumpster. He slipped and stumbled when he hit the ground but managed to scrabble to his feet as upset twoleg shouts sounded behind him. His initial alarm turned into elation as he escaped with the last bit of his meal. He felt like laughing aloud as he ran. Frazzle didn’t know how far he ran, but he came to a stop on a quiet pathway when his legs grew tired. He dropped his chicken bone so he could catch his breath. The smell of the twoleg food place lingered in his pelt. Grease, crumbs and bits decorated his long winter fur.
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Post by Myst on Aug 12, 2023 2:46:18 GMT -5
Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 Well, at least he could take care of himself outside of his twoleg’s den. Meant she wouldn’t need to cover for both of them should something happen. Her territory was small, though, so she was lucky to have mostly uneventful days. “At least you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Must come with experience,” she mused, a bit of a chuckle entering her voice. “You can stay until you know it’s safe to head home – I’m not so cruel to send you to your end over some land.” Being stuck in the snow was simply unpleasant, but there was no telling how severe this storm would be. The idea of some cat getting needlessly injured or sick was much worse to her than having him around for any length of time.
As they took their leave from the treeline, she couldn’t help the little grin the curved her lips when he introduced himself. “Very fitting name – I almost didn’t see you, you know.” The molly listened as he brought up his sister – he sounded rather fond of her. Must’ve been nice to have somebody close like that. “Really? I’m sure she’s quite the site, then.” She paused, venturing a glance to the tom. While older than herself, he didn’t appear old enough to have lost a sibling. Unless something had happened, of course. But there was no use in such thoughts – kitty pets were odd things. Perhaps they were just separated. “You sound fond of her – I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you after the storm.” Yes, surely they were just separated and would be able to see one another once the snow passed.
Looking ahead once more, she drank in her surroundings. When head straight back to her home, it was certainly a shorter trip than her search had been. “Surprised to see you so far out since you've got your twolegs – you hunt regularly?” she meowed casually. Honey couldn’t help it, she was curious. She didn’t interact with kittypets often, and when she did, it was usually short and in passing. They were no harm to her, so she was no harm to them.
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Post by Myst on Aug 12, 2023 2:49:41 GMT -5
I also realize I forgot to put it in my reply with Kuta, the cave is very iconic - I'm really excited to see what getting to it will be like for any who decide to go runningsky123 Okay cool I was worried that I wouldn't contrast enough and become hard to read Light Milo in the photo is a little cutie!! he's just a lil guy! I love him
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 2:55:23 GMT -5
Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) Shadow couldn’t help but be amused at her experience comment. “Are you calling me old?”, he asked, but his voice was warm, obviously not offended by it. “I’ve had my fair share of experiences out here in the forest, and in town. Enough I know what’s safe and what’s not. And wandering around in a snowstorm is definitely not safe.”, he said. “Thank you.”, he said when she mentioned him being able to stay as long as he needed. “I promise I will only stay as long as I need to. I’d like to get home as well, and I’m sure you’d like your home back.”, he said. Shadow continued walking beside her, feeling the temperature continue to drop. He was about to remark on her comment at his sister Honey’s looks (she had been a very beautiful cat) when she mentioned seeing her. His ears drooped slightly at that, and he sighed. “I wish I could. She moved moons ago.”, he said. “She and her housefolk went somewhere outside of town. I looked through every house here, but she doesn’t live here anymore. I do miss her. I hope she’s doing well.”, he said. He was glad for her question about his hunting habits, wanting to change the subject. “Not all the time, I usually stay in my garden or close to home, but it’s a good way to stay in shape.”, he said.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 12, 2023 5:29:40 GMT -5
Light , Milo looks like the softest boi! Deserves all the love <3 I wasn't sure if I wanted to use Arch or Stone so I ended up writing a response with both to see which one I liked the most, and oye boye.) Arch -With Frazzle two-leg place, LightSlipping half way out from underneath a snow covered bush, belly low to the ground, a black tabby molly blinked warily at the sky. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep earlier in the day. But after getting chased into the bush from heavily furred two-leg kits, she had hidden out. Curling into a ball to be less seen. Once the rustling of the searching kit’s had calmed down Arch had been surprisingly warm and dry. This causing the molly to drift off into a light slumber. Now, she felt her stomach growling and a slight twinge of regret at not eating earlier. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, the original plan was to scout for a bird in the trees. In a place the house-cats referred to at times called a ‘park’. The word had always felt strange on her tongue. Yet with the confidence the house-cats had used it, who was she to question if they were right or not? ”Paark.” She mumbled to herself, it still felt odd.
Opening her jaws, she scented the air and was pleased to find the two-leg kit’s scent was growing stale. After a quick look around, she noted the area was much calmer. Her original plan had been to look for birds, but after the kit’s commotion she figured it was best to look somewhere else. Sweeping her tail across a patch of snow, then sitting down. She began to quickly groom her fur.
One thing she learned her first cold season was how easily her pelt could become matted. So now, she set aside time to maintain it. When she was young, her mother had taken the time to explain the advantages of her thicker coat, but never the upkeep that was required when it got overly wet. It had been a learning curve for her first Leafbare, something she always fought with. This time around she was set on having a different outcome. Even if it was a pain in her tail to upkeep. Thinking back to her mother, the other molly also had a longer pelt. She never seemed to struggle to maintain its silky texture. During the moons her mother cared for her they lived in the woods past the two-leg place. The ground had been damp and the undergrowth spread out. Her mother frequently brought frogs and lizards for fresh-kill after hunting. Perhaps the prey had something to do with it? But also, the weather had been warm.
Shrugging off the thought, Arch’s stomach growled in response to the idea of prey. It was no use to just think about it. She had to find it.
Setting off, Arch soon found herself slinking along the mesh the two-legs put up. Keeping a careful eye on the bottom half, she found the hole she used earlier to get into the park. Sure it had big openings, but they were more populated by two-legs and their dogs. This way was more discrete. Coming into a two-leg ‘yard’ she quickly crossed the snow covered grass to the wooden fence on the other side. Quickly leaping over to the rough stone on the otherside. Maybe some house-cats have some food left out? She thought briefly, it wasn’t the most appetizing thought but honestly she would take what she could get. Quickly making her way to familiar looking den’s and fences, Arch remained close to the ground and near larger objects. Bushes, dumpsters, skirting past sleeping monsters, anything to be less seen. After her mother had abandoned her near the Two-leg place. The two-legs often took an interest in her, she was still young at the time and didn’t quite understand why they reached out for her. It had scared her almost tailless so she learned to stay low and unseen. After a couple of moons it wasn’t until she warmed up to an elderly house-cat, that Arch learned what two-legs intentions were. At this point though, Arch preferred to be left to her own desires.
In the distance, Arch’s ear flicked as a crashing sound came. Followed by a shouting two-leg. It was far enough she wasn’t too concerned about it, but close enough she decided to head in the opposite direction. Slipping down a quiet pathway, the molly opened her jaws to taste the air, a habit she made to stay aware of her surroundings. but a strange scent caught her attention and it seemed to be getting stronger. Bristling lightly Arch looked for a place to hide, she wasn't sure what was coming. Even if it ran past this way she couldn’t be too careful. Spotting a few large bins, she squeezed quickly between them. Ignoring how her pelt tore painfully between two jagged edges in her haste. Stars above that hurt. She cursed lightly to herself, but kept her eyes focused as a ginger tom came running down the pathway and into her field of vision.
Breathing heavily, his eyes shining, pelt dirty. Smelling slightly foul even from where she sat wedged in her hiding spot. He dropped a piece of chicken, looking what she figured was well. Alive.
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Post by Myst on Aug 12, 2023 6:13:44 GMT -5
Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 The was no stopping the mrow of laughter that left her as her eyes lit up in amusement. If all kittypets were like this they’d get along swimmingly. If she were to share her territory at least it was with a cat with good spirit. With a hum of confirmation with his agreement to only stay as long as weather forced, she was content to continue their journey.
The air around them was steadily growing colder, and as much as she could act like she didn’t notice, her fur was only so thick. Thankfully, conversation was at least enough of a distraction to keep the flame-point feline from focusing on the feeling. Instead, she got to focus on the fact that she’d touched on a sore topic. His mood had fallen quickly, and a quick glance back confirmed as much. Hearing that his sibling had moved away and that he hadn’t been able to find her was a bit upsetting. Honey had been an only child to her knowledge. Or, at the very least, raised alone. “I, uh… I’m sorry you can’t see her,” she murmured quietly.
Thankfully it seemed he’d moved on easily. She’d simply remember not to bring it up again for the duration of his stay. Taking his answer in stride, the molly tossed his words around in her mind. “So you hunt for fun?” That’s how it sounded to her, anyway. As much as it should’ve bothered her, especially in the cold season, a part of her respected it. He wanted to take care of himself in a way the twolegs couldn’t, in a way that only a cat could. Of course, she’d personally abandon them, but to each their own, she supposed. Still, sounded much better than house some of them lived, cooped up in their twoleg dens all day. She couldn’t imagine how they did it. “Sounds nice – bet you get a good meal out here.”
As they crossed into her territory she drew in the scents around her just to confirm they were alone. It seemed that they were, so all would be well. So, all that was left was food and shelter… She could manage that. For sure, she could manage that. “Alright, hope you aren’t too picky about where you sleep – I know there’s a couple hollow tree trunks, an abandoned fox den. It still reeks of fox but it doesn’t take on snow.” Humming briefly, she thought on exactly where they could go. Of course, there was still the issue of food. They’d both need something to eat to at least get them through the night. “We’ll hunt first then take shelter. Sound good?”
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Post by whispering on Aug 12, 2023 9:03:13 GMT -5
Smoke continued to look out at the dark, rushing water hesitantly. They could use this meal. Hunting in the undergrowth this late in the day would be no good, especially with the weather getting cooler and cooler. Smoke wasn't sure he could continue on strengthening herbs for the next few days if the woods would be blanketed in snow. A cat needed real nourishment for their body. Besides if Percy did happen to slip and fall, he didn't mind nursing him back to health. His storage was fully prepared to tend to illnesses. Threats of whitecough and greencough waited like predators around every corner during leafbare. With a small nod, he turned his green gaze back to Percy. "Alright, but be careful. If I was sent to be your healer, you are here to be my fisher!" He purred in amusement at his last statement. Perhaps it was fate that they had run into each other.
The gray tabby was definitely no fisher. He was not the greatest hunter in general. He was only good enough to get him by. Smoke was not much of a fighter either for that matter. He just knew basic defensive techniques in case it did get to that level. Perhaps he should have paid more attention during his mother's battle training, but his adolescent mind had been trained on herbs and healing.
Deep in his thoughts, his mind returned back to his dream. His ancestors. Did the strange starry cats of EtherClan and SylvanClan have healers? He would hope so, a group of that many cats had to have at least one or two that knew how to heal, right? It seemed possible, but then again Smoke didn't know much about them. His tail tapped anxiously behind him, rattling at the cold, dead leaves as he sat, lost deep in thought. His green eyes traveled past, Percy, back to the stream. This was the place his dream would stop every night. But it was empty now. The only cats here are Percy and himself. Versus in his dream, both sides of the stream were decorated with many cats.
"Hey," He suddenly blurted, looking back over to a fishing Percy. Curiosity dancing in his green eyes. "Have you ever heard of clans?"
Fran Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
Fran nodded, a sparkle of determination in her eyes. Though on the inside she was a bit anxious. They were really going past the treeline! After all her years of avoiding it... A dark thought suddenly clouded her mind, what if wildcats still did live there? Strays in the neighborhood was one thing, she had spoken to and seen them many times before. But she hadn't gone into the forest since her first encounter with the savage creatures. Was her opinion biased? How was she for sure that forest cats were more welcoming to housecats now? No. Frazzle had gone and went many times. And so did a few other cats she knew, and they were all fine. She and Milo would do the same and return to their homes without a scratch.
"Let's go." The molly said. She had done enough thinking. Thinking would only bring more anxiety and dark thoughts. The only way to find out was to go through with it. The long-furred she-cat started briskly towards the direction of the trees. Sure not to walk too fast, Milo was here too after all. A bit of her anxiety ebbed away at the thought of her companion. Milo was a good friend. Even as she offered him the opportunity to go, his first concern was still mainly about her. A surge of pride rippled through her. Milo had very good morals, partially thanks to her. But even when he first arrived he was always polite. Fran was very grateful to have him. "Are you afraid?" She couldn't help asking, turning a sideways glance to the tabby tom. He had been hesitant to agree before but she couldn't smell any fear from him. Had his hesitance been for her sake, or was it also for worry of his own safety? (Morning! I'll be a bit spotty in the first half of today, going to breakfast and taking my dog to the park)
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 12, 2023 10:35:29 GMT -5
Night with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123 Housefolk. The word was completely foreign to Night. It took him a moment to realize she was talking about the twolegs. He scoffed, perhaps there were things kittypets knew that he didn't understand. Like they were still learning the forest. Except Night had no intentions on learning more about kittypet life. The tom rolled his eyes, happy to be in the lead so that the she-cats couldn't see his snarky reaction. "Yes of course, you handle yourselves very well." Says the cats who didn't know to line their nests with feathers! Knowing to hunt could get you by, sure, but you were as good as fresh-kill if you struggled to defend and take care of yourself in the wild. An icy wind, ruffled his fur causing him to fluff out his thick coat. It was getting colder. Luckily they weren't too far from his home now. "When we get to my territory, there is an empty hollow you can share. My den isn't too far off in case you need to reach me." He mewed, deciding it best to change the subject. Gardenia obviously didn't take a liking to his invasive questions.
Crystal with Kuta Myst Crystal gave him a small smile. He was right, this had been a strangely nice encounter. It was not very often that the she-cat conversed with cats. She was usually very reserved and cold to strangers. But Kuta's energy was welcoming and unthreatening. Unlike the common loners she would come across, the cold making their spirits aggressive and unapproachable. But this abnormally tall kittypet was alright. And his obsession with the ancient groups intrigued her. Was it more than just an elder's tale? The blue-gray molly turned her head back towards the mountains. She couldn't be certain. But perhaps if she kept in touch with her new companion, they could find out together. 'Where are you headed?' Yes, snow was coming. If they wanted to avoid getting caught it would be best to head to their homes now. "Back across the stream, to the forest." She mewed simply, stretching her body, reaching her forelegs as far as they could extend, her rump in the air. "Is your twoleg nest near the forest treeline?" She knew a more rural area of twoleg place stretched across the stream near the moors. But she wasn't sure if that's where Kuta came from, she hadn't had the chance to ask.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 12:54:39 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia raised her head a tiny bit higher when he agreed that they could handle themselves, thinking it was completely genuine. They could handle themselves, at least to her. They’d survived thus far, but winter was just such a different season. Spring, summer, autumn, those were all fine. One just had to make sure not to overheat in summer and be able to catch prey. But winter had so many different and new challenges. Wisteria nodded at the mention of a hollow. That sounded like it would be plenty warm enough, and she would feel better knowing someone was nearby in case anything happened. She just continued on behind Night, glancing up when something fluttered down past her vision. A snowflake.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 12, 2023 13:33:39 GMT -5
Night with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123 Night looked above them as small white flakes began to dance from the sky. Making his dark-colored fur appear frosted. Thankfully, they had arrived at his patch of forest. His familiar scent markers wafted around him. "We're here." He called to Gardenia and Wisteria. He padded a little further and pointed his tail to an old cedar tree, an opening underneath the roots. The tom turned to the two sisters, meeting their gaze. "You can stay here. I'll bring you some bedding if you like." He offered, there was a fallen tree near his den where he received all his moss. And he believed he had some leftover feathers to give, but they also had their sparrow after all. And each other's warmth.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 13:39:10 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia looked relieved that they were there, having seen the flakes start to collect on Night’s pelt, and feeling them land on her own face, her whiskers twitching when they landed on them. She looked over the tree, the hollow in the roots a little higher than the dirt around the tree. She went over and inspected it, sticking her head inside. It was more than big enough for her and Wisteria to curl up together, and even had a bit of space so they could stand when needed. It was much larger than it seemed on the outside, but Gardenia was not complaining. “I can help you carry it.”, Wisteria said, finally putting down her sparrow near the tree. They could definitely use some bedding, as the sparrow’s feathers weren’t enough. “As long as it’s not taking from your own nest.”, she said.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 12, 2023 14:01:44 GMT -5
Night with Gardenia and Wisteria @runnningsky123 A low amused purr rumbled deep in the tom's chest, "Of course not, there's a fallen tree nearby where moss grows." Night didn't too much care for these ex kittypets, but their innocence surely amused him. With a flick of his ear, he turned and padded in the tree's direction, hoping the she-cat noticed his gesture to follow. "Er, Wisteria was it." He began, trying to note which she-cat was which. Yes I think that's right. Gardenia seemed to be the she-cat that was the most guarded towards Night. For good reason, he understood. And she was more orange than Wisteria. As they reached the tree, he carefully sniffed around, finding a decently soft patch of moss. Not too dry and not too damp. Slowly, he began to peel some of it back. Why are you helping them? A voice asked him in his head. Night grunted and waved his tail, as if shooing away the voice. The truth was, he didn't know his reasons for his change of heart. Perhaps he was just in a good mood. Or maybe his pity for the sisters had overcome his usual stubbornness. They weren't terrible company to have around. But he still didn't know much about them apart from their kittypet past. A part of him couldn't careless if they had stayed in there weak den they stayed in before. But he felt it was the right thing to do, helping them out. Though the voices in his head were screaming at him in disbelief. Maybe something would come from these cats that would benefit him in the in. I sure hope so. "I hope I haven't come off too strongly on you mollies." He meowed casually, snapping away from his thoughts and pausing in his moss peeling.
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 12, 2023 16:29:46 GMT -5
Won’t get to replies tonight but hopefully tomorrow!
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 12, 2023 18:56:36 GMT -5
Sounds good Feather~ Have a great day ^^
I still have Stone and Crimson if anyone is interested~
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Post by whispering on Aug 12, 2023 19:03:05 GMT -5
Icyturtles i’ve got quinn and ember open still <3, there’s starters for them on the first page ember is near the stream, and quinn is near the tree line/outskirts of twoleg place take your time feather!
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 19:09:12 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia stayed behind and started clearing the hollow out, some old leaves and twigs collected in the corners made by the roots, as Wisteria followed Night. She tilted her head slightly at the mention of moss. She'd never heard of using moss for bedding, but she supposed that sounded pretty comfortable. "Yes, it's Wisteria.", she said when he asked. She wasn't offended by it. Gardenia and she looked close enough that it could be confusing upon first meeting. "No, you haven't been. Gardenia's just... she can be a bit standoffish.", she said. "We appreciate the help, really. Winter is very different to be outside in than the other seasons.", she said, talking as she watched him gather moss, making note of how he did so. After a bit, she stepped forward and looked for a patch that was dry, and started trying to copy his technique.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 12, 2023 19:33:57 GMT -5
Night with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123 Night simply nodded. A lot of loners were very guarded individuals. It didn't surprise him that Gardenia was one of them. He was not aware of all the hardships they had gone through after the loss of their twolegs. Winter alone could be a hardship for them all. Perhaps that is why his instincts told him to stay here with him. "Well, it's good you two stayed together. I admire that. Most loners split off from their families when they reach a certain age." He mewed, pausing to watch as Wisteria came over to copy his technique. His yellow eyes gleaming with amusement, "Be gentle, you don't want it to break apart." It was better to peel the moss in hopefully one peace. Crumbly moss only would result in multiple trips. "And make sure it isn't too wet." He instructed. He reminded himself of his mother. Her traditional and strict teachings when sending him and his siblings off to fetch moss. Eyeing them very carefully.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 12, 2023 19:38:19 GMT -5
whispering okay c: , let me check them out and I'll get something typed up for one of them~
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Post by whispering on Aug 12, 2023 19:42:28 GMT -5
alrighty! :3 just let me know, they’re both my angsty babies ember’s a meanie and quinn has intense mood swings due to her mommy issues
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 19:55:33 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) “We left because we didn’t want to be separated.”, Wisteria said, not looking at him as she focused on collecting moss, heeding his advice and changing her technique slightly, sheering away a large sheet of relatively dry moss, her tail waving in the air slightly when she did, feeling proud of herself. “I couldn’t imagine being on my own without my sister. It would be too lonely.”, she said. They’d grown up together, adopted from their mother’s housefolk together. Wisteria had been so happy when Gardenia had been picked out of her siblings. Her two brothers and other sister were alright, but she’d always been the closest with Gardenia. She felt a slight twinge of sorrow. Their brother
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 20:11:45 GMT -5
Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) "Not for fun, I never let a kill go to waste.", Shadow said. "Whether I eat it or I bring it to another cat, I make sure it's eaten by someone.", he said. He'd been taught that respect for life from his mother, who'd been a stray for awhile. "I'm not picky at all. As long as I don't turn into an icicle, I'm happy.", he joked, following along behind her. "And I definitely wouldn't mind some food. I haven't eaten since I left home.", he said, glancing back the way he'd come. He now couldn't even see the unfamiliar Twoleg fences, and his chest suddenly tightened. His housefolk would be so worried. He just hoped they wouldn't miss him too much. But he'd be back, once this storm let up, and they'd be so happy to see him back. He still hoped they didn't think he was gone forever.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 12, 2023 21:33:27 GMT -5
Night with Wisteria and Gardenia runningsky123 Night watched as she worked, listening to her words. His tail flicking in approval at the blanket of moss she'd collected. "It's very honorable." He told her, "I have no idea where my family is or where they went. My mother told us we were pretty much on our own once we were each twelve moons." It was sad, but it was the truth. It was usually how things went for wildcats. Some stayed together forever, and some departed to begin a life of their own. "Do you think this is enough moss?" He asked, they had each acquired a fair amount of the soft plant. The snow still fell lightly, but it hadn't begun to stick yet. He was sure when he woke up the next morning his home would be blanketed with the icy substance.
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Post by Light on Aug 12, 2023 21:39:01 GMT -5
(Haha. Aw thanks guys! Milo (aka picture for Frazzle in rp) really is a sweetie. And much like Arch described, he usually doesn’t clean himself much in the winter and will have rather frazzled fur throughout. That is until it falls off in mats in the spring. Not a fun process for him. He’s an outdoor cat. He was raised indoors for a while because his mother died when he was young. Pics of growth for those who are curious: )
(Haha. Now I’m a little curious as to what Stone’s approach would have been. ^^) FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace (quiet pathway) With: Arch ( Icyturtles ) After a couple deep huffs and puffs, Frazzle sat down, still breathing heavily, but not as much as before. He glanced behind him, his eyes gleaming in victory. “Ha ha! I gotta say,” he huffed to himself. “That twoleg really reminds me of Grumpy.” He hadn’t got a good look in all his scrambling, but he had managed to snatch a glance at the twoleg’s expression. If that twoleg had the ears of a cat, he was convinced they would’ve looked a lot like Grumpy's had. He licked his lips, the taste of chicken reminding him of his prize. Settling down where he was, right in the middle of the pathway, the young tom placed a paw on one side of the chicken and took a big bite. It was a couple of bones worth- the thigh and the leg. It had a strange pocked skin and was prepared in that peculiar way two-legs do- but to Frazzle, chicken was still chicken. A deep-throated purr erupted from his throat as he savoured his food, his tail flicking happily behind him. With the the smell of chicken and grease filling his senses, the ditzy tom wouldn’t have smelt someone coming if he tried. In his revelry, he didn’t even think to check.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 12, 2023 21:49:50 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) "I can't imagine not being with any of my siblings. Gardenia and I were the closest, but I loved all of my littermates.", she said. Aster, Bluebell, and Alyssum. She wished she knew where Alyssum had gone, as she'd liked the trio the three of them made. Wisteria shook her head slightly, pulling herself out of her thoughts. She eyed the moss they had, and nodded. "That should be good. We still have the sparrow we can get the feathers from.", she said. "Thank you, Night. Really. It's nice to know there are still kind cats around. We haven't had the best experiences with cats before now.", she said. ((Trying so hard not to bring Aster and Alyssum in but I am very much losing lol. Thinking I might have them be in the moor or marsh (if any other cats are in the marsh to interact with them).))
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