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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 22:07:55 GMT -5
White Oaks Welcome to the Farm 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑶𝒂𝒌𝒔 ❀ 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦
index post 1 - intro, rules, about, territory, important figures, joining post 2 - plots and weather post 3 - member track and relations post 4 - allegiances post 5 - save
introduction What is your story?
The cats of White Oak are from all backgrounds. Some of them were former kittypets while others were loners. Some used to be old clan cats that lost their ways and others were born on the farm.
Some of the cats found their way to the farm while others were brought here; either dumped or would given a new home. White Oaks is a safe haven for cats.
rules be semi-literate. please no one-liners. my preference is small paragraph (3 sentences min), something so your RP partner has something to write a response too. use proper grammar and third person POV.
be active 3 out of 7 days of the week and I will be happy. I am not insanely active as an adult; like I might come on every day but I won't RP every day. So it's okay if you aren't on for like 2 days at a time. it's fine with me, just inform your RP partner so they aren't waiting forever on you.
be polite. sometimes you meet people who will "rub you wrong", handle them with dignity and be kind. please try to involve and engage with everyone, I know it is easy to get caught up with one RP partner but there is a one x one section for that.
have fun <3 this roleplay has more freedom since it's not a traditional clan setting. feel free to suggest plots or do individual ones with other Rpers! Don't be afraid to ask someone to do a plot with you ^^;
about White Oaks is an in-production farm. There is a harvest every year and animals currently living on the grounds with the cats.
The cats that live at White Oaks Farm have either been born here, dumped, wandered, or purposely brought onto the farm.
Bill has been an active part of the animal shelter since his wife, Jessica had died. She was an avid lover of cats and he wishes to respect her memory. Jessica was apart of a program where the city would capture feral cats and spay/neuter them before releasing them back into the wild. She took some of them home to her farm and Bill continues to do the same whenever the program asks for his assistance. However, he doesn't actively spar/neuter the cats that are born on his farm.
White Oaks is more of a loner/rogue style of roleplay, the cats do have some leadership but it is mostly what they call the council and it is with cats that either older or have been at White Oaks for at least 35 moons or more.
These cats are a family, even if some of the cats don't have that same mentality as the majority. They believe in helping each other when others are sick or need help hunting. They try not too stock too much prey up in the hay loft otherwise the twolegs will be attracted to the smell and will throw the caught prey away in the woods. territory White Oaks is a small farm. The property consists of a livestock barn, chicken coop, house, machinery barn and a shed. The house is colonial farmhouse that was built in the 1800's. The house has a huge front porch with a swing and a couple of scattered rocking chairs. It is a good place to sunbathe in the hot sun. There is also a pond in front of the house along the driveway.
There are one huge field that surrounds most of the farm with windrow running on the other side of the farm. On the other side of the field where there is a small woods is. The woods has a creek running through. The creek is safe to swim and drink out of the clan.
Machinery Barn and the shed are located close to each other to the west of the house. The barn is a newer pole barn while the shed was made out of wooden is looking more and more run down. The shed houses the lawnmower and other gardening tools. The pole barn has the tractors and other large equipment.
The livestock barn is where the clan calls its home. The lower part of the barn is home to a horse named Digger and two jersey cows; Lucy and Daisy.
The cats live in the hay loft of the livestock. Their beds are made out of straw and other forages, most of the straw is now soften from how much the cats sleep on it.
The chicken coop is close by the livestock barn. It houses roughly 40 hens and 2 roosters. Don't go near the roosters, one is friendly but the other one is mindlessly aggressive. Also do not attack and eat the chicks if there are some. Poor Hank (former white oaks member) did that and Bill took him out back.
important figures Old Man Bill. He is 78 and is a farmer. He has the type of attitude “I don’t like cats” but proceeds to give the clan treats and pets & scratches if one creeps into the porch with him and sits with him.
Jessica, Bill's wife, passed away 4 years ago from cancer. She loved animals and even bottled feed some of the clan. She was an avid cat lover and most of the older clan cats were named by her. She would often bring unwanted cats home from the shelter to live on the farm.
Jake is the farm help, he is tall with black hair and tanned skin and wears steel-toed boots. He is really indifferent to the cats. He doesn’t hate them nor does he like them.
Vanessa is Bill & Jessica’s only child and she despises cats. She is allergic to them and is convinced they are filthy animals and should be exterminated. Stay clear of her if seen on the farm.
joining hello, I decided to make a joining page for this roleplay. please follow this link if you would like to join. i am so happy for relearning bbcode it called for a lot of googling problems & experimenting if anyone wants coding help, I can probably show you how to do something or explain my code for this ^^;
credits I found the divider on ya webdesign (it has free clipart) and most of the photos, i found on google image search because I lost my camera so I can't take photos of farm things right now banner was made by me, featuring my baby mika
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Jul 22, 2019 22:16:53 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 22:16:53 GMT -5
White Oaks Welcome to the Farmindex post 1 - intro, rules, about, territory, important figures, joining post 2 - plots and weather post 3 - member track and relations post 4 - allegiances post 5 - save
plots I don't have a major plot in mind right now.
feel free to suggest ideas that you think will be fun ^^;
farm statistics white oaks cats have been around twolegs enough that figured out the noises humans made are:
spring [x] summer [] autumn [] winter []
field status: the fields around the farm have been plowed and seeded. there isn't huge amount of tractor activity currently.
weather status: it's a mild temperature outside; average of 50-70'F on the given days. it rains every couple of days and tends to be a gentle breeze, unless a storm rolls in. most days are cloudy with some sun around high noon.
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Jul 22, 2019 22:20:20 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 22:20:20 GMT -5
White Oaks Welcome to the Farmindex post 1 - intro, rules, about, territory, important figures, joining post 2 - plots and weather post 3 - member track and relations post 4 - allegiances post 5 - save
member track Blaze ♡ / creator Echo, Maize, Ziva, Everett, Jack activity: usually on at night/evening
Howling Wind / new member Mama Chicken
UnsightlyHeretic831 / new member Branchwhisker
Aphelyon / new member Soloman, Russal, Flicker, Tobi, Casper
Jekyll / new member Ash, Condorstar, Luckyfire, Pounce, Zipper, Titana
relations this is where relations are placed: family, friends, enemies, frenemies, crushes or mates
Jack and Everett are brothers Ziva is scared of everyone. Tobi and Casper are siblings. Condorstar and Luckyfire are adoptive siblings.
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Jul 22, 2019 22:24:23 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 22:24:23 GMT -5
White Oaks Welcome to the Farmindex post 1 - intro, rules, about, territory, important figures, joining post 2 - plots and weather post 3 - member track and relations post 4 - allegiances post 5 - save
allegiances: council Everett | 62 | male/he/him | bisexual | Blaze ♡ ❀ He is a large tom like his brother with broad shoulders and bulky built. He has a deep black coat with a feathery tail. He has amber eyes. ❀ He is a calm tom and tends to be patient with others. He is rational and likes to think through a situation before rushing into it, he isn't a reckless cat by nature. He enjoys observing others and has a good sense of humor. ❀ Everett and Jack were a pair of kittens that one of Bill & Jessica's friends found along a river abandoned in a box. They were 2 moons old. Jessica bottled feed the brothers.
Jack | 62 | male/he/him | bisexual | Blaze ♡ ❀ He is a dark grey tom with faint mackerel tabby markings. He has white front paws and green eyes. Jack has a narrow face with large ears. He has broad shoulders and muscular legs, he is an excellent climber. He has a scar on his rump. ❀ Quiet tom especially when you meet him. He is an observer and likes to analyse others, especially to ensure that he can survive. He is highly intelligent and sometimes can be a little full of himself. He is playful to extend and can be friendly and open with others once he is comfortable. Does have a slight temper. ❀ Jack and Everett were a pair of kittens that one of Bill & Jessica's friends found along a river abandoned in a box. They were 2 moons old. Jessica bottled feed the brothers. Branchwhisker | 46 | male/he/him | Pansexual | UnsightlyHeretic831 ❀ Branchwhisker is a rather long-furred chocolate cocoa colored male with darker brown semi accents andbright pastel forest green eyes. He has considerably long whiskers and has a pointy furry tail. Branchwhisker notably pink ears, the color of a carnation blossom. He is bulky and can be a bit scary looking at times, especially at night. Since he like to hide in the hay more than the rest of the group to hunt, he smells a bit different than the normal smell of the group. He has spooked the guards more than just once! ❀ Branchwhisker can be an aloof fellow at night, but most of the time he is a big softy. He can get pretty fierce coming down to the safety of the cats. He can be dreamy and stoic, but on the bright side, Branchwhisker is an agreeable, lovable, and dedicated older cat. ❀ Group-born, father a loner and mother a group-born allegiances: general population // 13 moons & older Mama chicken | 154 | female/she/her | asexual | Howling Wind ❀ Large maine coon cat, mama chicken is a a very fluffy cat, with a white underbelly and paws. her back is patched with ginger and brown tabby markings, and her face is split between the two colors. her eyes are a milky blue, as she's beginning to go blind. ❀ Mama chicken is known for her maternal nature, but shes also not afraid to clobber you when you're being dumb. headstrong, she doesn't take no for an answer and will fight for whats right no matter the cost. ❀ She came to white oaks as a young and pretty she-cat, and while she had many suitors, she never took a mate. she preferred helping the cats around her, and continues to to this day. she was very close with Jessica, and since her passing it seems almost as if mama chicken has given up on life. she mostly lays around the farm, telling stories to the young'uns and soaking up the sunlight. Solomon | 117 | male/he/him | heterosexual | Aphelyon ❀ large, ragged dark brown tabby tom with dark yellow-green eyes, a white muzzle, and a black tail. His ears are torn and he has several scars on his shoulders, flanks, and face, which are mostly hidden by his long fur. ❀ Solomon could best be described as "gruff," though "curt," "surly," or the ageless, "grumpy," are also appropriate. All in all, he is not one to demonstrate signs of amusement, mirth, or appreciation of any kind. That, of course, is not to say that he doesn't feel any of these things, only that he neglects to show it. For the most part, he's too old to bother with much other than lazing in the sun and occasionally going after an easy mouse or two. Every now and then, he may be convinced to share stories of his adventures. Despite his age and length of time at the farm, he has no interest in being a part of the council, or given responsibility. ❀ Solomon has lived at White Oaks for many, many moons now, and he's the sort of cat that seems to have appeared in the world old and never really aged from there. He's been around- gruff and surly and grumpy- longer than most (but not all) cats can remember, never really getting in the way but never really contributing much either. White Oaks is, for lack of a better comparison, his long-term retirement- he did his fair share of wandering and hunting and fighting and patrolling his meager territory in his youth, and now he has no interest in doing much other than nothing for the rest of his days. Ash | 55 moons | Tom/He-Him | Pansexual | Jekyll ❀ A short-haired, deep gray tom with a constant scowl on his face. This cat is easily described as a grump. He has a black nose and paw pads, short white whiskers, and pale amber eyes. The mane trait that stands out on this tom though is his tail, which is short and bald. No one knows how this happened, as this tom has never talked about his life before the farm, though most of it was spent on the farm itself either way. ❀ Ash is a short-tempered tom who has a soft spot for younger cats. He has never taken on a mate and has no known family on the farm. He is quiet but wise, and will share stories with any who come to him looking for one. ❀ Ash was brought to the farm when he was 8 moons old, and nothing of his life is known before then.
Maize | 47 | female/she/her | heterosexual | Blaze ♡ ❀ She is a slender and graceful she-cat. She has soft, plush fur. She is a ginger and white she-cat with warm amber eyes. ❀ Maize is a sweet and friendly she-cat. She enjoys socializing with others. She is typically passive and gentle, isn't interested in fighting. It's been one of her biggest challenges after being dumped and to adjust being an outdoor cat. She has a playful nature and can be witty at times. ❀ She was dumped by her twolegs when she was 5 moons old at another farm down the road that was abandoned. She was found by Bill wandering along the road. He brought her to Jessica, who instantly coddled her. Maize actively enjoys snuggling on the porch with Bill.
Condorstar | 43 moons | Tom/He-Him | Bisexual | Jekyll ❀ Condorstar is a larger bodied tom with short but soft fur. His base color is a pleasant, aorn brown hue and he has deep, dark brown, almost black tabby markings all across his pelt. He has long white whiskers, a deep pink nose and paw pads, and small, front facing ears that are tinged pink inside. He has small, oval shaped eyes thare a a bright green hue, and seem to always hold a deep, never ending sadness in their depths. ❀ Condorstar was, at one time, a strong and deeply respected tom. A leader of his own clan and a fighter to be reasoned with, he was loyal to no end and helped a deep love of his clan, and a never ending happiness at seeing his clan flourish and grow. Now he is but a shell of his former self. He holds great wisdom and strength within him, but it is now overshadowed by a sorrow like no other. He often will not sleep well, his rest plagued by nightmares, and does not each much, if not at all most of the time. He is a quiet and reserved cat who holds a love for the creek in the forest, a place he can often be found.
❀ This tom was once the proud the leader Riverclan. He was born into the clan during summer from his mother, Nightglow, and his father, Reedsplash. He had three sisters, Yewfall, Brackenberry, and Ambernight. As he grew he showed great strength and leadership, gaining respect throughout the clan. He was made deputy when he was only 21 moons old and by that time he had a mate, a beautiful she-cat by the name of Snowblossom. His leader died not long after he was made deputy, making him one of the youngest leaders ever among the clans. He had all he could want, a loving mate and family, a clan that he could watch over and protect, but it all changed. A battle with a group of rogues killed his family and left him weak and fragile, with only his adopted sibling, Luckyfire left. His mate began to expect kits and started to have the same dream over and over again, of a blossom made of snow with four seeds inside it. The blossom would then wither and die, the seeds along with it. He became frantic and scared, making it where Snowblossom was not allowed to leave his den. One day though, he awoke to find that his mate had died in her sleep, and so he lost both his mate and kits that day, and with it, his spirit. Unable to handle the sadness and the pity of his clan the tom ran, never looking back. He was picked up and taken by two-legs several moons later and taken to a shelter. He has only two lives left of his nine, and it seems that if he does not gain his spirit bak, he will be lost all to soon. Russel | 39 | male/he/him | pansexual | Aphelyon ❀ large, heavy ginger tabby tomcat with pale green eyes and a white muzzle, underbelly, and tail-tip. His fur is soft and thick, and he's a bit chubby, both of which do a good job of hiding the strong muscles underneath. He has a couple notches in one of his ears, but other than that his pelt is relatively unmarked. ❀ Russel is, to put it simply, a bully. He's big and heavy, and his claws are long and sharp, and he knows both of these things, and he uses them to his advantage. He's far larger than most of the cats on the farm, making it fairly easy to intimidate the others and shoulder his ways into (or out of) situations. He's certainly selfish, and doesn't have any interest in sharing with or protecting others. He's here because the humans keep most of the predators away, and there's easy prey, plus most of the other cats are too old or unfamiliar with fighting to do much about him. Sure, if they all banded together they probably could, but he's never quite malicious enough to warrant it. ❀ Russel was born a stray cat who lived off of scraps and hand-outs. Eventually, he was chased out of the city where he was born, and wandered the forest for a time, barely getting by. Eventually, he came across White Oaks, and seeing easy pickings, decided to stay. There's not really much more to him than that.
Echo | 37 | female/she/her | pansexual | Blaze ♡ ❀ She is a silvery grey she-cat with darker tabby markings and white paws. She has a white chest and light blue eyes. Her muzzle, legs, and spine is freckled with dark grey. She is of short stature and slender. ❀ Echo is level-headed feline, has a very calm presence and warm bearing. She has a huge heart and genuinely sees the world as a good place. Others call her naive and a dreamer but Echo knows they are wrong, she is optimistic. She knows the world is a hard place and everyone deserves a second chance. ❀ Echo was born on White Oaks Farm. She has never left the farm, it's the only home she knows and is affectionate with many of two-legs who visit. She has huge fear of tractors since she almost got ran over by one as a kit.
Luckyfire | 25 moons | Gender Neutral/They-Them | Asexual | Jekyll ❀ Luckyfire is a small, thin bodied cat with pale ginger fur, darker ginger tabby markings covering their pelt as well. They've always been smaller and weaker, gaining the name of Lucky because they managed to survive even after they were abandoned by their original mother and was stranded for about a week before being found, barely alive but still holding on. They have short, silky soft fur and white paws, along with long white whiskers and a pink nose and paw pads. Their eyes are large and colored a deep, bright amber hue. ❀ Luckyfire is a very compassionate and loving cat, with a deep understanding of just how unfair life can be to those who have done nothing to deserve it. Their adopted brother is Condorstar and they left the clan to stay by his side. They act as a kind of life line for the tom, being all he has left of his family. Luckyfire is loyal to no end and still sees their brother as their leader. ❀ Luckyfire doesn't know who their real parents are, abandoned as a kit within Riverclan territory and later found by a patrol. They were adopted by Reedsplash and Nightglow and gained a true family. Though now only Conderstar and them are left. Luckyfire left the clan when their brother disappeared and later found them, and now has vowed to stay by his side no matter what.
Titania | 21 moons | She-cat/She-Her | Gay | Jekyll ❀ Titania is a lithe, thin bodied she-cat who is extremely beautiful and graceful. She has ginger tabby fur with a white undercoat and beautiful, pale amber eyes that are always filled with love. She has a lithe, graceful form and always walked with an elegant stride. ❀ Titania is friendly and very loving she-cat, who has a large heart and a seemingly never ending happiness. She is always smiling and if she does cry, then you know that something really bad has happened. She loves to be around others and just loves kits to pieces, wanting to have some of her own one day, but there's one issue, she likes she-cats. ❀ Titania was brought to the farm from the shelter when she was 19 moons old.
Zipper(Zip) | 18 moons | She-cat/He-Him | Pansexual | Jekyll ❀ Zipper is a large, black and white patched tom. He has a pink and black spotted nose and paw pads, long white whiskers, narrow ears, and small paws. This tom has large, oval shaped eyes that are a pale green/amber hue. He has white fur coming out his ears and long black claws. ❀ Zipper goes by the nickname of Zip most of the time though, like a Zipper closes stuff in, he also holds stuff in. He is full of secrets and is never one to talk very much. Despite this, he is counted as being friendly, as long as no one prys into his personal business. ❀ No one really knows when Zipper came to the farm or where he came from, he just showed up one day and has been there ever since.
Pounce | 14 moons | Tom/He-Him | Gay | Jekyll ❀ Pounce has short, soft fur that is a very pale ginger hue, with light ginger tabby markings across his fur as well. With a long tail and a narrow face with large, deep amber eyes, this tom is indeed very handsome. He has a white tail tip and white paws and one scar along his right side. ❀ Pounce is a very playful and flirtatious tom who has a deep love for anyone, feeling as though no matter what there is good in all. Most would think he would choose a she-cat s his mate with how flirtatious he is but this is really just to cover up one of his secrets, this being that the tom is gay. He is unsure of himself deep down and feels that he would be shunned if he came out about his sexuality. ❀ Pounce, like many of the others, was brought to the farm from the shelter. He has been there since he was 9 moons old and so is pretty new to the area.
Casper | 13 | nonbinary/they/them | likes female/nonbinary cats | Aphelyon ❀ very small black and white cat with soft, wispy fur and mint-green eyes. Casper is surprisingly strong for their size, and quite resilient; it seems like just about nothing could stop them, whether falling from heights or having strange objects land on them, Casper always manages to twist out of the way just in time. They are partially blind and rely heavily on their sibling Tobi for sight. ❀ a mischief-maker to the end, Casper could best be described as "old enough to know what they shouldn't be getting into, not old enough not to do it anyways." Playful, prank-loving, and generally a nuisance, but endearing and adorably "innocent" while they do so. Casper is not afraid to push the limits, and has a difficult time knowing when to take things seriously, or when to stop pushing their luck. ❀ Casper and Tobi were born as kittypets, and quickly abandoned by an owner who didn't want them. They were taken to the animal shelter, and were not adopted out because they were only to be adopted as a pair, and many people didn't want a partially-blind "special needs" cat. Bill, obviously, didn't mind making the relatively safe White Oaks Farm a home for the pair, and thus they are a recent addition to the group.
Tobi | 13 | nonbinary/they/them | likes male/nonbinary cats | Aphelyon ❀ broad-shouldered, fluffy white cat with fiery orange eyes and a long, plumy tail. Long-bodied, short-legged, and with a somewhat squashed nose. ❀ quiet and far more serious-seeming than their sibling, it seems like Tobi balances out Casper's endless mischief, but this couldn't be farther from the truth. Tobi is all for mischief, they just prefer to be safe (and, often, more subtle) about it. Tobi certainly takes the role of protector, and takes their and Casper's safety very seriously. In fact, it often seems that Tobi doesn't do much but look out for their little littermate. ❀ Casper and Tobi were born as kittypets, and quickly abandoned by an owner who didn't want them. They were taken to the animal shelter, and were not adopted out because they were only to be adopted as a pair, and many people didn't want a partially-blind "special needs" cat. Bill, obviously, didn't mind making the relatively safe White Oaks Farm a home for the pair, and thus they are a recent addition to the group.
allegiances: young population // 12 moons & younger allegiances: mothers and kittens Ziva | 15 | female/she/her | bisexual | Blaze ♡ ❀ She is a thick-furred, long-haired muted tortoiseshell with medium grey and pale ginger splashes mottled together. She has pale yellow-amber eyes. She is a rather small she-cat, she was malnutrition as a kit and it has stunned her growth. ❀ Ziva is a quiet feline and always seems to be edge. She is bashful and it takes awhile for her to open up to others, especially if she is in a stressful situation. She is over thinker and has an attentive nature. ❀ Ziva is a newcomer to the farm. She was recently bought home by Bill when it was obvious to the animal shelter that she wasn't doing well in cage and alone. She is claustrophobic and doesn't enjoy being enclosed in things. She is 2 moons pregnant.
allegiances: cats who not have found white oaks Flicker | 44 | male/he/him | homosexual | Aphelyon ❀ lithe and long-legged but well-muscled brown tabby tom with round pale green eyes and a lighter muzzle & belly, and darker ears and tail. Very dark stripes, especially on his legs and tail. A distinct scar on his left cheek, under his eye. ❀ Flicker is aptly named, as he is a cat to be rarely seen in his forest home. He makes good use of his natural stealth to hide from prey, predator, and other cats alike. Nervous, jumpy, and suspicious, he's not one to be fond of company. Still, he's a bit softhearted, and despite his suspicion will rarely refuse to help a cat who is clearly in need, though his paranoia always warns that it could be a trap. ❀ Flicker lived his early life as a kittypet, trapped indoors in a dark and cramped house with far too many other cats. Somewhat of a runt, he was often bullied by the other cats for food, space, or just because. Eventually, he and some of the others managed to escape the house and made their way into the forest, where Flicker quickly proved his worth as a hunter and the others quickly took advantage of that. Tired of being bullied and kept around only to feed the others, Flicker took his opportunity to leave one day and traveled far away, but he lives in constant anxiety that the others will come after him.
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Jul 22, 2019 23:14:22 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 23:14:22 GMT -5
White Oaks Welcome to the Farmindex post 1 - intro, rules, about, territory, important figures, joining post 2 - plots and weather post 3 - member track and relations post 4 - allegiances post 5 - save
save hello this is a save for maybe future things? like an art section.
main banner / Blaze ♡
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Jul 22, 2019 23:14:55 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 22, 2019 23:14:55 GMT -5
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Jul 24, 2019 10:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 24, 2019 10:06:16 GMT -5
there was three starters here. i accidentally deleted them ;-;
jack is available for roleplay; he is in the woods.
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Jul 24, 2019 13:40:52 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 24, 2019 13:40:52 GMT -5
Echo / front porch Echo stretched out her maw with a soft yawn. The silvery grey tabby was resting on a padded bench on the front porch of the house. Her head was tucked on her paws and her pale blue eyes watched idly at the road, watching some monsters drive, along with some tractors. I hope they don't turn in here, she thought with a shiver at the thought of those huge tires coming into her home. Echo did not like tractors one bit. She swished her tail where it was resting along the cushions. She was getting bored, maybe someone was out and about.
Ziva / hay loft Ziva was lying in a corner of the hay loft, where one of the other cats showed her where to sleep and how to make a comfort nest. It helped. Her eyes flickering around, her pale gaze revealing a bit of the stress she was feeling. 'This is all wrong,' she worried, swishing her tail nervously before curling it around her. She tucked her face under her fluffy tail in an attempt to comfort herself. Ziva was a nervous wreak, this new place, new faces, and going to be a new life soon especially life with little paws and hungry mouths.
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Post by Tealraven 🎃 on Aug 1, 2019 1:37:44 GMT -5
(is this still open?)
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Aug 7, 2019 13:42:29 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 7, 2019 13:42:29 GMT -5
[ Tealraven 🎃 it could be? I am just really lazy with being active right now. ]
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Aug 7, 2019 14:03:09 GMT -5
Blaze ♡ -- Maize and Branchwhisker
Branchwhisker leaped down from a hayloft and joined Maize by the milk carton. He felt a tingle of satisfaction from the graceful way he landed and sat down comfortably, his tail tucked neatly by his wide paws. He looked up to Maize, who appeared to be surveying the nearby horse's knotted hair. Branchwhisker didn't like the look of it either, and he could tell that Maize was thinking about how her fur was neater. Maybe I should start a conversation, his conscience suggested. Branchwhisker followed up with, "So? How's the prey been going?" He looked up at her with his vivid green eyes once again. They were almost at eye-level because he was so big, Branchwhisker relized.
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Aug 7, 2019 14:32:29 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 7, 2019 14:32:29 GMT -5
Maize & Branchwhisker / the livestock barn / UnsightlyHeretic831 Maize flickered her tail and turned her head to greet whoever decided to join her. She let out a soft purr for greeting before flicking her gaze back to horse, still observing him. She had no idea how the other animal handled their hair being like that. Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Her amber gaze flickering over to give Branchwhisker a sidelong glance, wondering if he was going to be quiet company today or not. She twitched her whiskers in amusement when he finally did say something. It looks like no quiet company today, she thought, not bothered by it either way, Maize did love to talk. "Good," Maize meowed, shifting to peer up into his green eyes, "I caught a fat mouse the other day," she beamed. It was so plump and delicious. "You should have seen it," she laughed, she had no idea mice could get that fat. It was probably one of the mice that kept eating the livestock's feed.
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Post by Aphelyon on Aug 9, 2019 11:10:59 GMT -5
(I'm going to be at a larp the next few days so I'll post starters and stuff on Sunday or Monday after I get back. Sorry for the timing.)
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Aug 10, 2019 14:50:01 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 10, 2019 14:50:01 GMT -5
[ No problem! Have fun ^^;
Hey guys! I won't be home from Wednesday until Sunday/Monday. I am going to NTPA Championships and there is no wifi since I am staying in a camper. I can get on my phone but replying might be a bit tricky for me. ]
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 10, 2019 15:45:28 GMT -5
Blaze ♡, are my characters accepted?))
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Aug 10, 2019 23:57:15 GMT -5
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 10, 2019 23:57:15 GMT -5
[ Yes. I was going to add them today(well now, yesterday) but right when I was about to do it, it turns out my family was leaving for the fair.
I will add your characters tomorrow and feel free to post starters or reply to mine if you want c: ]
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 11, 2019 14:32:24 GMT -5
Blaze ♡, so I do want to rp Condorstar and Luckyfire being picked up at the shelter and brought to the farm))
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Aug 11, 2019 14:40:40 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 11, 2019 14:40:40 GMT -5
[ Alright, give me like 10 minutes max and I will type up a starter with Bill c: ]
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Aug 11, 2019 14:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Jekyll on Aug 11, 2019 14:46:52 GMT -5
Sounds good))
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 11, 2019 14:50:43 GMT -5
Old Man Bill / Animal Shelter / Jekyll
Bill pulled his truck into the parking lot of the animal shelter. It looked abandoned like it always did in the morning hours. The man let out a low sigh as he opened the door and got out of his truck, walking slowly up the path into the place. He wasn't as young as he used to be but Jessica loved this place and Bill was going to come here until he died. This shelter was one of the few things he had left of his beloved wife. "Hello Sheri," Bill waved at the volunteer as he headed back to the isolation room. They left a voicemail about two feral cats, who weren't getting along with the rest of the critters. Sheri and the rest of the shelter thought they would do better on the farm instead of being locked in a cage or house.
Bill walked into the room. The light was dim and he scanned the cages along the wall. He could see brown tabby fur and ginger fur meshed together as the two cats were huddled in one cage together. "Aren't you pretty things," he murmured in a soft hushed voice, taking in the skinny ribs of the cats. He felt a touch of sadness, Jessica would have loved these two and would have probably babied them even if it was obvious the cats didn't want it. The old man walked away from the cage to find a pet carrier for the two cats and towel. He had fragile skin, those cat claws would make him bleed for days. He would probably have to take another blood thinner if he got scratched again.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 11, 2019 14:51:27 GMT -5
[ okay. I didn't think it was going to take 10 minutes on the dot but when I wrote a lot. ope ]
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Aug 11, 2019 15:08:33 GMT -5
Post by Jekyll on Aug 11, 2019 15:08:33 GMT -5
Condorstar didn't move, didn't react, he hadn't ever since he was brought to the shelter. His eyes stayed closed most the time, as though he was asleep, but that was impossible as nightmares tormented his rest and left him scared, feverish, and filled with even more sorrow. He felt Luckyfire shift against him when a shadow fell over their cage, the she-cat's ears falling back as she growled at the strange two-leg. Her eyes followed him and she stood moving to get in front of her brother, who let out a sigh and curled up tighter into himself, though his eyes opened now and the sorrow within them could break even the strongest person's heart. Luckyfire though didn't notice her brother had opened his eyes and instead kept her eyes on the two-leg, her lips drawn back slightly, though they became a snarl when the man came back with some kind of box.
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Aug 11, 2019 15:26:56 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 11, 2019 15:26:56 GMT -5
Old Man Bill / Animal Shelter / Jekyll
Bill ignored the hissing behind him as he sat the pet carrier down. He placed a few towels within the crate, so the cats wouldn't slide around the carrier too bad. It also held the familiar smell of the shelter since these two have been here awhile. He turned around with a towel in his hand and unlatched the cage. He reached it carefully but quickly, as he had done this before with various angry cats. He threw the towel over the orange one, figuring he would get the angry one first. He wrapped them in the towel and gently picking them up and moving them into the crate in a matter of a minute. Bill was efficient at moving cats. He hummed a soft sound to the snarling cat.
Bill turned his gaze back to the tom cat. He could see reflecting sadness in the cat's eyes and he grabbed a towel, gently picking up the large tabby. "Hello big guy," he cooed and couldn't help but give the cat a gentle rub on the ears before placing him into the cage with his friend. He picked up the cage and walked out of the isolation room and passed the front desk. Sheri wasn't there anymore, Bill figured she had went out back with the dogs. He opened the passenger door of his truck and placed the cage down, strapping it in with the seat belt before walking over to get into the driver seat. Bill put the truck in reserve then drive before taking the familiar way back home. It turned on some soft instrument music as he drove.
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Aug 11, 2019 19:10:24 GMT -5
Post by Jekyll on Aug 11, 2019 19:10:24 GMT -5
Luckyfire scratched at the man, trying to get back to Condorstar frantically. Once they were in the carrier they let out a huff but their mood brightened as they watched the strange two-leg turn to grab their brother. Good. Or else I would have fought claw and tooth to get back here. They watched closely for any sign of aggression from the man, though he showed none, only scratching their brother by one of his ears before placing him in the carrier as well. Condorstar didn't show any signs of even realizing he was moved except for a sigh before curling back up and staring off, seemingly watching something that only he could see.
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Aug 11, 2019 23:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 11, 2019 23:47:40 GMT -5
Old Man Bill / Jekyll
Bill pulled into the driveway and drove the truck down the land, parking close to the livestock barn. He grabbed the pet crate and walked into the barn. He could see a couple of cats hanging out in the barn, which wasn't new. He headed for a quiet corner where he could set the crate down and leave the door open for the crate. The two cats could leave when they left comfortable. Bill didn't want to force the cats out. He knew they would adventure out into the barn and mingle with the other barn cats.
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Aug 12, 2019 13:13:49 GMT -5
Post by Jekyll on Aug 12, 2019 13:13:49 GMT -5
Luckyfire steadied themself as the crate began to move, their ears falling back as the scents of strange cats passed their senses. The carrier was soon set down and the metal fence opened, much to the cat's delight as they stepped out of the small place, into what seemed to be a very large two-leg den of sorts. They cat didn't move any further, instead sitting down and curling their tail around their paws as they stood guard by the carrier. Condorstar shifted as the carrier was put down and stood, his ears falling and his tail trailing behind him as he stepped from the small container and into the livestock barn. He nodded to Luckyfire before simply laying down by the ginger tabby, his eyes open and the sorrow within seeming to much for someone to have in just one lifetime.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 12, 2019 19:46:06 GMT -5
Everett / the chicken coop, heading into livestock barn The black tom was still laying in the weeds near the chicken coop. He bared at his teeth at a hen that wandered too close to him. In his past experience, some chickens got a little too bold. He didn't want to be pecked unexpectedly again. His amber eyes flickered as he heard the rumble of truck and waited as Bill left the vehicle. Everett took in the crate that Bill was carrying and he twitched his whiskers. They had new cats. Interesting, he thought and pushed himself to his paws. He figured as one of his roles on being part of the council was to greet newcomers and let them know the rules around here. It might seem like a free for all but White Oaks did not any cats causing trouble on the farm. The large tom strolled across the farm yard with his tail high, this farm was his domain. Everett had lived here almost his life since he was two moons old.
Everett stepped into the barn, brushing past Bill with a grumbling purr and followed the unfamiliar scent trail of the newcomers. His amber eyes were sharp as he rounded the corner to come into the spare feed room where Bill had left the two cats. He blinked in mild surprise, seeing as there was two of them. "Hello. My name is Everett," he greeted the cats, however he made no move to walk into the room with them. He was content to stand in the doorway and give them space. "Welcome to White Oaks Farm," he meowed, telling them where they were currently at.
[ so I accidentally deleted Jack and Everett and Maize's starters. xD Oops. ]
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Aug 12, 2019 19:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Jekyll on Aug 12, 2019 19:59:16 GMT -5
Condorstar merely shifted and looked away from the tom, Luckyfire casting a sad glance at their brother before stepping and moving to block Condorstar from view. "Hello Everett, I'm Luckyfire. We're on a farm you say?" The sat down and wrapped their tail around their paws, though it was obvious they were staying guarded, their gaze watching the other closely. "Why are we here and not in that accursed two-leg den anymore?"
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Aug 13, 2019 13:11:30 GMT -5
Everett / livestock barn Everett flickered his tail. His yellow flickering over the pair. He didn't seem bothered by Condorstar's dismissive greeting of himself. He knew that newcomers had their own problems that they would have to deal with as time went on. His gaze flickered to meet the ginger's felines gaze, taking in how they blocked Condorstar from his sight. Must be siblings, he thought with a small swish of his tail.
"Luckyfire?" Everett blinked at the strange name, sounded similar to Branchwhisker's. but went on to nod, "Yeah, there is a couple of chickens and other barn animals here," he meowed, pausing as you could hear a horse whining in the background. Everett shrugged as he went to sit down in the door way, muscles ripping underneath his sleek black fur. "This is a safe haven for cats like us," he meowed, referring to how they were all lost at one point for various reasons, "It's a home".
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 13, 2019 16:16:31 GMT -5
"We will never be home here. Our home is in River-" Luckyfire snarled but at their words Condorstar finally shifted and stood, turning to them with a fire in his eyes. It was obvious this was a strong tom who commanded respect, and for that moment it was as if his spirit was back. "Don't you dare say it's name! One word of that clan and I will run even further... and this time you will not be able to find me." He let out a sigh and calmed, the weakness and sadness filtering into his gaze again. "Go on... adventure and see the land around here. Leave me be... with my grief." He then turned, went to a corner, and laid down once more. Luckyfire looked at the tom a let out a small sigh. "Yes, Condorstar." The cat then turned to Everett. "Could you... show me around?"
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