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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 21:58:50 GMT -5
Goblin glared at the cat. What was his problem? Couldn't he tell that he didn't need anyone's help? He hissed, more defensively than anything, "I'm fine, thanks." A small portion of the tom's cold, and literally cold, heart wondered how nice it would be to curl up into a ball into the strange tom's fluffy fur. In which Goblin daydreams about using Wrenhop as a pillow)) Wrenhop tilted his head. “Are you sure?” he asked, stepping closer to the tom. “If you need help catching something to eat, I can help you...” He had no idea if this was allowed - probably not - but he didn’t like seeing cats go hungry, even if they were loners or rogues. ((wrenhop is the grandma that feeds you as soon as you come visit))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 22:04:39 GMT -5
Littlepaw and Flowerpaw had managed to drag the owl's dead body into the camp, though it was a struggle for the two of them. He triumphantly and somewhat out of spite dropped it right at Gracklefur's feet. Never outwardly looking for his mentor's approval, he said, "Task complete, your highness." Gracklefur tilted his head, inspecting the wounds given by the owl on the apprentices. “Not as beat up as I thought you’d get.” He said in a disappointed tone. He went over to the owl and sniffed it, eyeing the killing wounds. “Just toss it into the pile.” He yawned before he looked over to Littlepaw, “I assume you’ll go and take a nap now like some elder?” (Hey Nissa, I have cats open if you want to rp)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 22:07:28 GMT -5
((cloverpaw is off with oatpaw and these are my only two cats TToTT maybe ill make another right now just because lmao
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 22:08:53 GMT -5
Lol it’s fine.)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 22:09:11 GMT -5
Goblin paused for a second. On the one paw, he was cold, tired, and starving. On the other hand, Wrenhop might be trying to trick him. He decided being dead was better than being alive but miserable, as he slowly nodded and said, "Fine. But don't think this means I trust you..." Goblin millennials his way into friendship)) Wrenhop purred. “That’s fine, I just want to help!” he said. It was understandable not to trust someone you just met. He flicked his plumy tail for Goblin to follow as he let his nose scent for prey. “My name’s Wrenhop. What’s yours?”
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 22:14:27 GMT -5
“What an interesting name!” Wrenhop said as he stopped and gazed at the trees around them. “See, we don’t really use the woods for hunting unless we need to, and my Clan is doing pretty well right now so we don’t need the extra prey. Did you know there’s a Clan around here?” he added, then spotted a squirrel nibbling on a nut nearby, and his ear twitched.
((his oversharing is a big mood
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 22:36:06 GMT -5
"What's a clan?" Goblin asked. He'd only ever met rogues and loners, aside from the occasional other kittypet. Maybe a 'clan' would explain why Wrenhop's name was so weird. And why he was so trusting. He noticed the fluffy tom's ear, but not the squirrel, failing in every way to remember that, yes, he was hungry, and food was a necessity right now. Before Wrenhop answered, he crouched low and made quick but light pawsteps toward the squirrel, letting his tail hover over the grass. He came up to it, making sure his scent was behind him, then gathered his haunches and pounced. He landed square on the squirrel before it could make a getaway, and he turned and trotted back to Goblin. “It’s a group of cats that all live together and help each other out,” he said after putting the squirrel down. “We have a leader, and a cat that heals us, and cats that protect the weaker ones.” He nudged the prey closer to Goblin with a paw. “It’s yours.”
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 5, 2019 23:41:57 GMT -5
Flowerpaw had gone to the apprentice's den, sitting down in her nest but not sleeping. Instead, the she-cat chose to clean herself up.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2019 23:51:26 GMT -5
"Hm, very clever I ought to admit. So how have you been?" Strawfur asked with a smile as she watched the Gardener move about her place. "Alrighty. I'm not an incredible hunter but I'll try." the tom nodded, picking himself up from his seat and beginning to move towards the barn's exit, a small hole in one of the locked doors. Those large barn doors hadn't been opened in ages and it showed there were vines and grasses all up and around it. "Nice," Cloverpaw said, following closely behind him. She hadn't been many places besides the Twoleg's garden and their own, so she enjoyed getting out of the barn for a change.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 0:01:58 GMT -5
Oatpaw nodded and began to move his way to the stables. They weren't too far and he could see them from here, luckily. A lot of things he had to memorize by scent or a vague idea of how they got their so this was easy.
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Bisexual
wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Jan 6, 2019 0:04:00 GMT -5
"I've never really taught another cat how to swim. My twolegs used to find it so funny that I'd swim in their little white pond with them. But, I think twolegs get amused by anything their kittypet does." Muddybriar smiled when she thought about her old life, but then it increased when she thought about her new one here. "Ready for more action?" She asked the still wading Strawfur.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 0:14:42 GMT -5
((Im good with that. I think that plenty of cats come and go from Crowclan at times))
"I guess so, yeah. Just warn me before you push me anywhere!" she smiles with a laugh, looking to the other she-cat, drenched from head to paw in the stream water, though she was too. They were lucky it wasn't leafbare.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 0:30:33 GMT -5
Strawfur nodded, mimicking the motion in the shallow end "Like this?" she asks the Gardener.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 0:36:51 GMT -5
Oatpaw nodded and began to move his way to the stables. They weren't too far and he could see them from here, luckily. A lot of things he had to memorize by scent or a vague idea of how they got their so this was easy. Cloverpaw followed along quietly as they went, taking in all the sights and sounds around her. When they finally made it to the stables, her eyes widened slightly. “It’s almost as big as the barn!” she mewed as she padded inside.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 0:40:55 GMT -5
Goblin looked down at the squirrel with immense hesitation and skepticism. "What do you mean, you help others? Is that why you're helping me now?" He made no move towards the squirrel, sure not certain the tom was being serious about it being for him. I'm thinking Goblin may attempt to join the clan, but probably will be far too distrusting to stay there for long. If that's okay with Quail, of course)) Wrenhop blinked big, warm eyes at him. “You know, hunt for each other, protect each other, guard the camp at night... it’s like a big family except most of us aren’t related!” He smiled a few moments longer, then nosed the squirrel forward this time. “I’m not gonna take it from you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not hungry. It’s for you!” ((thats a lil gay wrenhop))
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 0:45:25 GMT -5
"Some warriors think it might be bigger." the tom pushed through the large bars that made up a fence like door of the stable. It too hadn't been used much, it had more cobwebs though than the barn. He supposed the Sun-whisperer used it for cobwebs.
Strawfur nodded, moving slowly to the deeper end, keeping up the same kit paddling motions. It was a lot of work but she was getting the hang of it.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 6, 2019 0:54:01 GMT -5
Strawfur moved over to Muddybriar, standing perhaps closer than she should to the she-cat. "Hm, I kind of hoped I'd fail so you could save me." she commented a little offhandedly.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 0:54:58 GMT -5
Cloverpaw pushed through the bars and looked around, then settled her gaze back to Oatpaw. “What’re you gonna show me first?”
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 6, 2019 0:57:53 GMT -5
"Why would you hunt food for me? You don't even know me. What if I was a murderer?" Goblin questioned, still unsure about the squirrel. He did, however, step closer to him, unable to help himself as his belly growled for food. Goblinwould NEVER interpret anything as flirt. Someone could explicitly say "Goblin I am in love with you, only you, and have been for some time" and goblin would be like... ? Me? Surely you mean another Goblin?)) ((god thats actually me, i am a Dumb Gay(tm) and so is wrenhop apparently Wrenhop shrugged. “Well, at least you’d be a murderer that isn’t hungry,” he said, his whiskers twitching. “Plus, a murderer wouldn’t outright say that. Or, I don’t think they would.” He looked on as Goblin continued to approach the squirrel. “Go on, it’s yours.”
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