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Post by ashfeather on Feb 8, 2018 18:48:35 GMT -5
[ I've got to head off to work now. Hope you all have a good day! ]
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Post by aether on Feb 9, 2018 15:47:58 GMT -5
[ Heyo! Sorry for not being on last night - after I finished work I had a work dinner I forgot about and didn't get home until late, and I had to be up early because I'm travelling to go and see my bf! Yay! So I won't have internet for a few hours today, but should be on this afternoon. ]
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Post by aether on Feb 9, 2018 15:56:29 GMT -5
Callie noticed the tom's reaction, or lack of, to her approach. That immediately interested her, knowing that she'd scared many cats by just approaching them before. She tilted her head to listen to him explain himself. "Lostclan?" she asked. "Oh, I think I've heard of that. The group of wild cats out there, right?" she asked. She usually tried to avoid large groups of wild cats like that. She could deal with a single rogue, but a whole group of cats would be too much if they tried to attack her. Of course, she didn't say that to Jackdawstar. She didn't want him thinking that she was immediately classifying him as some bloodthirsty lunatic that would kill her the second he got her alone. Actually, she didn't think any cats were like that. She usually tried to see the best in them until they showed signs of aggression. She nodded. "I live over down that way a bit," she said, waving her tail in the direction of her house. When he said she was too pretty to be a street cat, she looked away for a moment. Had anyone besides her two legs called her pretty before? "I live with a few two legs," she explained, shrugging her shoulders. "They take care of me." She knew that instantly made her a target. A few friends had told her not to admit she was a kittypet when she met outdoor cats. They would know she was weak and that she wouldn't be able to fight back. She could fight back, just not as well as she knew some of those cats could. She immediately relaxed when she saw hat Jackdawstar wasn't a threat to her. In fact, it made her want to get to know the tom a bit more. After all, he wasn't outright attacking her and she'd always been interested in that group of cats, Lostclan, but had been too afraid to go and talk to them on her own. Now that she had Jackdawstar alone, she didn't feel as threatened as she would if she had gone to face the entire clan. (So were supposed to get like nine inches of snow tomorrow and I'm just hoping classes will be cancelled) A kittypet? Jackdawstar looked at her again, and thought that would have been about right. She was too perfect to be a rogue - her fur neatly tidied, her body free from scars or living a harsh life. He nodded to the she-cat - to Callie - and he looked around again. "I heard that most kittypets aren't allowed outdoors - you don't come by many. Mostly rogues, but few kittypets." He enquired. While of course he'd come across kittypets who didn't want to stray far from their twoleg nest, it wasn't often he did. For the one reason of safety - stray to far, they get hurt. Just like if strayed to far from his Clan. He wondered if Callie had strayed from her nest, or if it was nearby. "My Clan take care of me," he meowed, and couldn't help feeling a swell of pride for his clanmates when he said so, "we feed each other and make sure no one gets hurt." And of course, when someone did get hurt, or die, it was a sad time for the clan.
Jackdawstar had no interest in hurting the she-cat. Being quite placid, the thought never even crossed his mind. He knew there were some cats from his clan who may be hostile but it was always more of a fear tactic to keep others away than it was an aggression thing. But Callie's sweet greeting and her warmth as she spoke, even though Jackdawstar was a wild cat, made him feel comfortable with the she-cat. For a small moment, he forgot he was on his way back to his clanmates.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 16:08:23 GMT -5
(A quick first starter for Darkpaw. I still donβt have a layout as iβm renovating mine a bit rn)
Darkpaw always liked the sense of order Clan camp gave him. Things were always as they were. There were no screeching cars or loud noises as there were in the city. It was constant, reliable, steady- as it should be. It ran in the family, he thought. His mother, being who she was, thought otherwise, of course- but she was always the kind of cat who didnβt believe that some things were the way they were. Blackberry tempted change too often for Darkpawβs comfort, and he felt lucky his grandmother Pantherfang shared his view (although he had to admit her long fangs, bulging scarred eyes, and gore-stained claws terrified him). It was nice to have something, even as small as the flowers always blooming for every spring, that wasnβt volatile, that couldnβt snap in an instant. Something he could trust when trust was something he lacked in perhaps everything else. And as he looked to the sky, the sun heating up his striped pelt, he had to admit he felt at peace for once- although his spineβs pelt was ready to bristle at a momentβs notice.
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 16:21:52 GMT -5
(Today ended up busier than expected so I'll probably have to respond after work. If I cant, then it'll be tomorrow)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 18:24:33 GMT -5
[ Hello, it is I! ]
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Post by aether on Feb 9, 2018 19:54:49 GMT -5
[ Hello I! It is me!
I am getting ramen. Very excited.]
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 20:14:28 GMT -5
[ Gotta love ramen. I actually haven't had it in so long :c ]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 21:02:21 GMT -5
(I've never had ramen....)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 21:22:05 GMT -5
[ What DDDD: But how?? ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 21:25:15 GMT -5
(once they taught us how to cook ramen in like the 6th grade. what a wild time that year was)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 21:48:51 GMT -5
[ That's so good. I don't think I've ever been taught to cook anything in school before :c ]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 22:04:44 GMT -5
(Yeah idk I've never had it. I kinda wanna try it but also I don't? Maybe cause I'm a super picky eater)
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Post by aether on Feb 9, 2018 22:22:15 GMT -5
[ ramen is soood good. Theres a bunch of different types. In year 6 they us how to make miso soup but i'm not the biggest fan of that haha.]
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 22:22:16 GMT -5
[ Hhm, that's fair enough then. But it's so good!! You won't know if you like it or not until you try it! mum is that you ]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 22:28:51 GMT -5
(I might as well try it...
We learned to cook in middle school but it was always stupid healthy stuff and literally only one thing tasted edible. Applesauce muffins. Apparently the food you made in the high school cooking class was a lot better but I never too that)
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Post by aether on Feb 9, 2018 22:50:24 GMT -5
[ In year 7 we had compulsory cooking classes. We made a lot of different food and it was always tasty. Sometimes it was salad, sometimes pizza, various chicken dishes, desserts. I did it for 3 years but more as a fun thing rather than something I was serious about. It was fun. I've never had apple sauce though!]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 22:54:14 GMT -5
(Aw lucky. Yeah we had to take Family and Consumer economics in middle school (7th and 8th) and so each year we had a few different days where we learned to cook stuff but it was never good food We also learned how to sew and had two big sewing projects But you've never had applesauce?? Growing up I practically lived off of applesauce mixed with cottage cheese. It looks and sounds disgusting but it's amazing)
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 23:05:06 GMT -5
CHERRYWHISPER | Small Park | Stormstrike
Cherrywhisper ignored Stormstrike's questioning glance, keeping her gaze focused ahead of them as they walked through the city. She made sure to keep an eye and ear out for any signs of danger, but the city seemed rather docile at this time of day, with not as many Twolegs out and about. Still, every so often she made sure to inhale all the scents around her, filtering through them to make sure there were no threats about. Despite being on high alert, she enjoyed the warn sun on her pelt as they walked; it really was a nice day today.
The pair soon reached a relatively small patch of greenery in the middle of all the concrete walls of the city, and while the park was on the small side, Cherrywhisper could still detect traces of prey underlying the stench of the Twolegs' monsters' fumes. "Sure, I'm always up for a challenge," she responded, tail twitching in anticipation. Almost as soon as she said that, she detected the scent of a squirrel in the air, and her eyes immediately scanned the area to locate it. Seeing it just below a large tree near the middle of the park, she silently gestured with her tail towards it, before dropping into a crouch and stealthily making their way forward. Luckily, they were already downwind of the animal, so it hadn't detected the threat just yet.
(.) As they walked, Stormstrike was surprised to find himself actually enjoying the day. He didn't enjoy much anymore. He was too busy with his duties as a deputy and a mentor or too worried about those close to him. He hadn't relaxed or enjoyed anything for a long time. So this walk with Cherrywhisper was something he knew he'd remember for a long time. He even found himself dropping his guard slightly as he noticed his companion was on high alert. Of course, he tended up when they neared a two leg with a dog, but the pair passed with no trouble. "Good," Stormstrike said with a nod. He caught sight of the squirrel that Cherrywhisper was stalking and stood back to let her get after it. After watching her, his eyes locked on a mouse. He dropped to the ground, carefully moving towards his prey. He snuck up undetected before pounding and landing a killing blow. He picked the prey up and trotted back towards Cherrywhisper. "One for me," he whispered, not wanting to scare off anything that she might be after. He dropped his mouse between his paws and looked around.
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 23:08:33 GMT -5
[ I actually wish I knew how to sew. It seems like a very practical and convenient skill to have. Also, I must say I've never had applesauce either. Is it sweet or like? ]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 23:11:55 GMT -5
(I don't remember how to sew but I kinda wish I did cause I have a rip in my favorite sweatshirt and my mom knows how to sew but doesn't have time to fix anything Applesauce is good. I like flavored stuff (strawberry and pear are my favorite) and yeah it's sweet but not overly sweet. I don't eat applesauce by itself often but I like to mix it with cottage cheese We also sometimes replace the oil in baking with applesauce since it's a little heslthier and doesn't really affect the taste But yeah applesauce is a pretty cool food. Definitely something I'd suggest There's this little store in my town that has the most amazing apple pies and they also sell homemade applesauce and it's literally the best. I always eat that on its own because it's amazing)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 23:15:50 GMT -5
CHERRYWHISPER | Small Park | Stormstrike Cherrywhisper's ear flicked to show that she had heard him, but her eyes and body remained trained on the squirrel. Slowly, she made her way forward, her paws pressing delicately and silently on the ground with ease. Given the squirrel's proximity to its tree, she knew that it was likely she would have to do some climbing. But hunting was her specialty, and while she knew the squirrel would be fast, she would be faster. Drawing as close as she could to the creature without alerting it of her presence, she took a second to prepare herself. Then, her hind legs bunched up before they thrust her forward, her body hitting the ground at a run. The squirrel immediately rushed up its tree, but with a skilful leap she landed just below it and lunged forward, her jaws closing around its body. Dropping to the ground, she quickly finished it off, silently giving thanks to Starclan for the meal. She padded back towards Stormstrike with her prey hanging from her jaws, dropping it next to his mouse. "And one for me," she said softly, a small smile on her face. ( .)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 23:19:30 GMT -5
[ Noo, not the sweatshirt! D: That's such a shame. I think hoodies may be my favourite type of clothing of all time, they're just so comfy. Of course, it's too hot here to wear them at the moment -.- Yeah I feel like I definitely need to try it. I know my mum loves it. You've made me crave apple pie now xD I love love lovee apple pie, it's so good. Actually, I just love desserts in general hahaha. ]
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 23:20:06 GMT -5
Callie nodded at his words. "Some are, some aren't. I know a few that aren't allowed outside but have still found ways to escape," she said with a small laugh. That was mostly her neighbor, Tiger. The orange tabby was a trickster and always did his best to mess with his two legs. He never harmed them, of course. "I would hate to be an indoor only cat. I would die of boredom while my two legs are gone." There was a hint of amusement as she talked about them. She didn't care much for the adult two legs, or the girl. But there was a smaller boy who loved Callie a lot and he was her favorite two leg.
"You take care of each other? That sounds nice." Well, being together sounded nice. Since her mother died, Callie had become very lonely. She could see her friends at times, but not whenever she wanted. It seemed that most of the time, one of them was locked in their house. That's why she wandered away, trying to make new friends to fill the void of loneliness. "I had a brother, Oliver, and we used to take care of each other," she said, thinking about the smaller tom that rarely got to go outside and see Callie. "Then my two legs took him away and gave him to other two legs. He's always locked up," she said, her voice taking on a bitter tone as she thought about her brother and the companionship she was missing out on.
Something about Jackdawstar intrigued Callie. Maybe it was just the fact that he was a wild cat. Maybe it was because he hadn't attacked her. Maybe it was because Callie was feeling extra lonely. She wasn't sure why, but something made her want to stay and get to know the tom more.
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Post by . on Feb 9, 2018 23:24:01 GMT -5
(Yeah it's my favorite sweatshirt. My mom bought it for me for my 18th birthday at a horse fair. It's too hot to wear them in summer but it's all I wear in winter. Like I think I've only worn a jacket during this stretch where it was like -25 out. Besides that it's jeans and my favorite red horse hoodie
This place has the best apple pie and man I'd share it with you if o could. It tastes and feels homemade even though it's Store bought. Literally they have the best food and it's just an adorable little shop in a barn in a tiny town and they sell all kind of 'local' foods and also homemade stuff and it's great. I go there as often as possible but their prices are expensive)
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Post by ashfeather on Feb 9, 2018 23:30:08 GMT -5
[ Yeah, legit all I wear in the winter are jeans and hoodies. They're the best. Oh man that's so good. I feel like those small, local shops always have the best homemade food, I love visiting them when I find them. ]
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Post by aether on Feb 10, 2018 1:06:01 GMT -5
[ I loooooove jumpers and jeans. Summer is always sad because I never have a particular 'style' to wear so I feel a bit lost haha. Winter is so cosy and nice. ]
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Post by aether on Feb 10, 2018 1:46:48 GMT -5
Jackdawstar nodded his head curiously. He himself couldn't imagine being locked up with twolegs - that sounded awful! In the Clan there were obviously restraints but no where near as much. "I think I'd die of boredom too," he agreed. Not being able to run and catch prey or lay by the water fountain - there was nothing worse! He just knew that if he was locked up he'd run away and never look back. He turned a bit solemn when Callie spoke about her brother and he tilted his head, why on earth would they just take away her brother and give him to someone else? Didn't they understand that family had to stay together to help each other? He unsheathed his claws against the cement at the thought. "That sounds awful - I couldn't ever imagine just having someone stolen away like that!" He meowed passionately. And to never see them again... He stood up tall. "In my clan, we stand by each others side always. We never let anyone down - not even in the darkest of times." He sheathed his claws again. "If you ever need help, I'm around - and so is everyone else. We will always have our paws open." He promised her with a firm nod of his head.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 8:01:49 GMT -5
[ That's so good. I don't think I've ever been taught to cook anything in school before :c ] (the class was called home economics or something iirc, it was one of those classes that aren't the mandatory classes like English and math but you still had to take it anyway. it was just sewing and cooking and that was it. i remember there was another kid who recognized my worn copy of the bluestar super edition and for the entire semester in the class we just sat and talked about the YouTube warrior cats community (this was a long while ago so things like the firestar waffles video were still The Big Thing). what a strange time 6th grade was)
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Post by aether on Feb 10, 2018 17:48:19 GMT -5
(A quick first starter for Darkpaw. I still donβt have a layout as iβm renovating mine a bit rn) Darkpaw always liked the sense of order Clan camp gave him. Things were always as they were. There were no screeching cars or loud noises as there were in the city. It was constant, reliable, steady- as it should be. It ran in the family, he thought. His mother, being who she was, thought otherwise, of course- but she was always the kind of cat who didnβt believe that some things were the way they were. Blackberry tempted change too often for Darkpawβs comfort, and he felt lucky his grandmother Pantherfang shared his view (although he had to admit her long fangs, bulging scarred eyes, and gore-stained claws terrified him). It was nice to have something, even as small as the flowers always blooming for every spring, that wasnβt volatile, that couldnβt snap in an instant. Something he could trust when trust was something he lacked in perhaps everything else. And as he looked to the sky, the sun heating up his striped pelt, he had to admit he felt at peace for once- although his spineβs pelt was ready to bristle at a momentβs notice.
[ I forgot to reply to this yesterday! Sorry! ]
Sedgepaw saw Darkpaw sitting peacefully, watching the sky. She knew the young tom had the tendency to be quite timid and jumpy, so when she went up to approach him, she made sure to be noisy so he would hear her coming. "Morning Darkpaw!" She greeted, coming around to stand at his front. She liked to get along with everyone, so even though she thought the young, dark tom was weird she still made sure to acknowledge him. "How are you?" She asked with a warm grin, her bushy calico tail brushed on the grass, "What'cha thinkin' about?" She added curiously.
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