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Post by γKα₯²ΞΉrΟΚγ on Sept 4, 2019 16:53:47 GMT -5
(ahh sorry that took so long)
Nodding slightly, he visibly relaxed. The bicolor tom glance out at the lake once again, deciding he'd had enough grooming. Flashing Peach a goofy grin, he suddenly ran towards the water- not stopping until the liquid splashed up against his flanks. "Come in!" he purred.
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 17:40:23 GMT -5
(you're all good!)
Peach took a step back as he got up, chuckling softly at his sudden mood change. That seemed to be the only consistency with the tom, but that was something she didn't mind. She watched as he fearlessly splashed into the water, but Peach was a little more reserved in her excitement. The she-cat padded as close to the water without actually getting in it, staring at her reflection. Peach put a hesitant paw in before retracting it quickly. "It's cold!" She whined, frowning slightly but did end up taking a hesitant pawstep back into the water.
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Post by γKα₯²ΞΉrΟΚγ on Sept 4, 2019 17:49:11 GMT -5
The tom giggled, glancing back at Peach with a goofy grin. "It's not that cold, silly," he purred, splashing around. A few of the droplets managed to land in Peach's fur, though he didn't notice as he was too busy jumping around excitedly. I wonder if they're even fish here...
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Sept 4, 2019 18:01:49 GMT -5
{Clifford shall enter the scene when I get the consent }
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 18:12:32 GMT -5
Peach honestly loved watching him splash around like a little excited kit, and she let out a surprised little squeal when the droplets hit her. She giggles and finally takes a leap of faith, literally she leaps into the water and lands right next to Taboo, splashing him in return. The water felt weird on her fur but it wasn't something she couldn't get used to, turning to the tom with a big smile. "I guess it's not so bad..."
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 19:21:25 GMT -5
Maple still did not tear her gaze away from the trap, but her fur finally settled. She remained slightly crouched, one paw in front of the other as she moved closer to the cage and now looked at the broken in half stick. Now she knew what it did and now she knew what to look out for, there wasn't any imposing danger anymore so Maple forced down her nerves.
Letting out a heavy exhale, she finally looked away and met Flare's gaze. "I didn't know either." She echoed his concerns, stepping away and joining Flare's side. "Why do the twolegs feel the need to trap cats?" Maple asked, turning her head to run her tongue over the fur on her shoulder.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 4, 2019 19:50:51 GMT -5
Lightning sighed, she gave up sitting here. She wanted to get going. Slowly she limped through the forest. Suddenly catching a scent mixed with fear. Perking her ears she quickened her pace. The scent was Maple. 'Is something wrong?' She wondered, worry prickled her pelt.
Padding through the forest she scrambled around some bushes before arriving in a small clearing where Maple and Flame stood. They were looking at something that Lightning could already scent was from the Twolegs. Letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding she walked up to them, on the other side of Flame. But she kept her distance from him, feeling like he'd attack her if she was too close. "Twoleg traps? How close are we to the twolegplace?" She wondered curiously.
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 4, 2019 20:21:46 GMT -5
(Sorry, πππππ’ and Blueflame123! I didn't know you posted! Maybe tag me next time if you'd like a faster reply?)
Flare shrugged in response to Mapleβs question. βWho knows why Twolegs do anything? They might not even be trying to catch cats; it could be some other animal theyβre after. Anyway--β the orange tom was interrupted when Lightning limped to the scene.
βHow close are we to Twolegplace?β she wondered. Flame stiffened at the mention of his old home, then forced himself to relax and answered,
βHalf a dayβs journey if youβre in a hurry. Though the Twolegs can get here in less than half the time by monster.β
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Post by Kermode on Sept 4, 2019 20:24:09 GMT -5
(I'm probably just going to keep Dawn inside her house until morning unless something happens close enough to her. γKα₯²ΞΉrΟΚγ if you want to RP your other cats you could have them find her place or something )
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 20:37:29 GMT -5
(haha you're all good Wildbriar ! i'll keep that in mind for next time c: ) Maple hung on that last word, wondering what Flare was going to say until Lightning came in and asked how close to the twolegplace they were. She leans forward to get a better look at the she-cat, wondering how her leg was doing. Hearing just how close the twolegplace was really made Maple realize just how lost she was and that she truly had no place to go. It felt defeating, that she'd go from knowing exactly where she was sleeping for the night to suddenly wandering from territory to territory and coming across things like animal traps. She lets out a slow sigh, rising to her paws and glancing to Flare.
"Didn't you mention you came from the twolegplace? Is that where you got that scar from?" She asks him.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 4, 2019 21:06:30 GMT -5
Lightning froze when the shecat asked the question. She didn't think it was a good idea, he was so flighty when it came to questions about himself. She was also curious but she doubted that he would spill all his news to them.
Lightning sat down, gazing at the trap. Why did the Twolegs care that they were in the forest? Its not like they were bothering anyone? Surely it wasn't for cats? She let out a small shiver. Before she glanced at the tom, her gaze soft as she curled her tail around her paws.
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 21:27:13 GMT -5
Maple blinked quickly as Flare got defensive again, wondering why he was always so quick to put up a fight. Her gaze narrows on him before she rolls her eyes, wondering if he knew just how ridiculous he sounded. βBecause Iβm trying to plot against you, thatβs why.β She said rather monotone, one of her ears twitching.
Her tail-tip lashes and Maple shakes her head. βIt was just a question, I barely know you, either of you. Iβm just trying to get a feel for my surroundings, Iβve never been this far out of my territory before.β She explained to him, hoping heβd calm down a little. Not that she was afraid of Flare, honestly thinking he wouldnβt attack her and if he did well she had enough trust in her training that she could hold her own. βIf youβre really worried about me knowing anything about you then here; I was banished from my clan. A lot of cats died because my stupid mistakes. I lost my sister. my home, and my legacy.β Bringing up old memories caused her heart to tighten in her chest and she feels like she might cry, but she swallows the lump in her throat.
βIβm not a threat to you, Flare, so could you calm down a little. Not everyone is out to get you.β
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 4, 2019 22:01:16 GMT -5
(This is what I imagine Maple looking like btw ^^ and her full warrior name being Maplebreeze
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 4, 2019 23:47:58 GMT -5
(Mapleβs so pretty, πππππ’ !)
Flare hissed ill-temperedly as Maple made fun of him. She didnβt have any idea what it was like to live among cats who would kill you as soon as look at you. One moment you could partner up with some cat to bring down some prey, then fight to the death over who got to claim it the next. Flare had even seen a couple of rogues kill each other over who got to have first bite of a scrawny old robin. In Twolegplace, you had to fight to survive, and that meant being ready to unsheath your class when you needed to, and showing others you could as well. Flare glanced over at Lightning, who was sitting comfortably on his other side; her wound appeared to be healing well. To his fury, the she-cat was gazing at him with softened eyes. Did she pity him? Maple then began to launch into her own tale of woe; it certainly hadnβt taken her long to lower her defenses. His ears pricked when she made mention of a Clan. The tom had heard tell of large groups of cats who had settled in the forest and surrounding areas, defending borders with a ferocity that earned them legendary status, due mainly to the exaggerations of kittypets. His eyes rounded in disbelief as Maple expounded upon her sorrow, visibly weakened by her grief. She barely knew him! Yet here she was, laying her heart bare before two strange cats who could easily manipulate her into getting what they wanted because of what she had revealed. Still incredulous, he glanced over at Lightning to see how she was taking it. A shift in Mapleβs tone caused him to turn his attention back to her. βIβm not a threat to you, Flare, so could you calm down a little? Not everyone is out to get you.β All right, that was the last he was going to take from her. βWell, you may have come from a place of soft living where cats looked out for you, but I didnβt. Itβs a wonder I survived kithood,β he growled, remembering tales of his motherβs death shortly after kitting him and how her unfeeling sister had taken him in for a moon before kicking him out of her den. βWhere I come from,β he snarled, tail lashing, βEvery cat is out to get you. You give a cat any idea that you arenβt more than ready to use your claws, and theyβll kill you, just like that.β He sat down with a thump, angry that a she-cat could elicit such strong anger from him.
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 0:53:40 GMT -5
(lol it's all good, and thank you!! i thought so too c: )
Soft living? Did he really call clan life soft living? Maple was about to go off again until Flare explained himself a little more, despite him doing it rather angrily.
Maple huffs, her feathery tail pluming out as she easily gets frustrated but is trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. Two cats angry at each other wasn't going to solve anything, even if she was very tempted to tell him off, that he was being nothing more than a grumpy tom. But she has to remind herself that they do come from different walks of life, and as Flare just said it was normal for him to always watch his back. Nonetheless, the irritation was still apparent in her expression as she watches him rather dramatically sit back down.
"Tell me how I could've possibly known that, Flare. I'm just trying to find some common ground here!" Maple paces a bit before sitting down as well, facing the fiery tom but keeping a bit of distance between them. "Obviously, you didn't have an easy life and it was wrong of me to assume anything about you. I'm just, I just...I don't know, okay! The she-cat sounds exasperated , shaking her head as her thoughts come to a standstill in her mind. Why was she even trying to explain herself to him? To either of them? Getting involved with rogues did nothing good for her last time, but then again she doesn't have a clan anymore that has to deal with the consequences. It's just her. So what does she have to lose now?
"I'm sorry, alright." She sighs, lifting her green gaze to meet his. "But, I don't think it's right for you to assume that my life, or anyone else's, wasn't hard or filled with heartbreak. You're not in that bloodthirsty environment anymore so it's unfair of you to continue to cling to the same mindset. I don't care if you don't care to hear this coming from me, but deep down you know I'm right." Maple's expression gets a little firm. "Yell and blow up at me all you want, but I'm going to eat. Hopefully something didn't snatch our prey." And with that the tabby stood and began to tread back to the clearing where she left her mouse and squirrel.
(ahh im sorry but i love theeeeeem, i like that she gets him so angry lolol)
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 5, 2019 9:58:04 GMT -5
(No need to apologize, πππππ’ ! I love that Maple matches Flareβs fire lol)
βI never said there wasnβt any hardship in your life, okay? I was just telling you why Iβve got to watch my tail.β Flare defended himself. Did she really think that he would take her word that she was a cat to be trusted? Did she? She must take him for a feather-brained kit, then. And she definitely made it painfully obvious that she had never experienced an environment as harsh as Twolegplace by her foolish trust in every cat that she met. She probably always had someone to watch her tail for her.
Maple got up and left, then, mentioning something about their prey. Well, she was the one who had made him abandon everything without even burying it because of some dumb Twoleg trap. All of a sudden, the tom felt an unquenchable, overpowering yearning for solitude. Ignoring Lightning, he slunk away, heading in the direction opposite of Mapleβs. Would he be able to sleep? There was certainly a risk, what with cats who knew he was here so close by.
Flare knew he had to rest, however. He was beginning to trip over his own paws. Well, even if Maple did have an apparent change of heart (this whole thing about him trusting her could just be a ruse, after all) and decide to ambush him in the middle of the night, he was confident he could hold his own, even when jolted from a sound sleep. And Lightning? He doubted he had to worry about her, but then again, you never knew. It always paid to be alert. Crawling under a sheltering gorse bush a ways from the glade with the trap, Flare curled up inside, branches scraping his spine. Even leaf litter was more comfortable than the hard white stone of Twolegplace. Resting his chin on his paws, the tom let out a long, gusty sigh in the privacy of his sleeping place and tried to stay awake for as long as he could, though inevitably a thick, drowsy wave of sleep crashed over him and he gave into it, unable to hold out any longer.
(Timeskip to morning, maybe?)
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 5, 2019 10:39:11 GMT -5
Lightning sighed as the other two wandered away. Out of curiosity, she followed Flare to where she saw him curled up, resting. She knew she should do the same thing, she needed to sleep if she were to leave tomorrow. Lightning hesitated for a moment before she padded quietly toward him, she knew he didnt trust her, and he had secrets to hide but so did she. So she would give whatever comfort he needed. Only until dawn because you dont care about this cat! She thought to herself, cursing her mind to think she liked him.
Lightning ended up finding a spot almost a fox length away from him and curled up in the grass herself. She didn't want to get too close to him, she would not be comfortable with that and she knew that he wouldn't either. Lightning blinked when she felt a slight tingle in her chest, she felt lonely right then. Even if she was around the other cats she felt a sense of loneliness. Thats the price you pay for staying a loner. She reminded herself as she gazed out into the forest. Would she ever feel comfortable getting close to a cat?
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 10:56:52 GMT -5
(sure thing! iβll probably post in a minute for the timeskip c: )
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Sept 5, 2019 12:09:53 GMT -5
Flare blinked open his eyes and looked around him; the familiar towering structures of Twolegplace loomed above him, blocking out the sky. He was in the expanse of white stone dotted by abandoned monster dens where Scrapβs followers gathered. Though the tom couldnβt see anyone, he could feel that he was being watched. Suddenly, he heard a rush of air behind him and collapsed under the weight of some cat leaping onto his haunches, his legs buckling and shooting out beneath him as the breath was knocked out his body. Twisting his face around to see his attacker, Flareβs eyes locked with the cold blue gaze of a powerful black-and-white tom.
βScrap?β he murmured disbelievingly. His fatherβs face remained motionless, his paw sliding up Flareβs spine and coming to rest between his sonβs ears. βI...Iβm sorry. I never meant to kill you. Iβd do anything to relive that moment. You know that, right?β Scrap didnβt answer; instead he unsheathed his claws and pushed down, pricking Flareβs skin. The orange tom began to struggle wildly, but Scrapβs paws held him down as his front paw slowly, steadily traveled toward Flareβs neck. Flare let out a final, fierce yowl before the world started swirling around himβ¦
Flare jerked awake, his eyes wide as they flicked about him; he was in warm darkness. He struggled to get up but couldnβt because of something long and thin holding him down. He became aware of sharp pains in his pelt, and realized that he was stuck in a gorse bush with thorns in his pelt. Spitting in rage, the tom slithered out of the bush and burst into a newleaf forest filled with sunshine. Was it that late already? Lightningβs scent touched his nose, and looking around he could see her black pelt a little ways beyond his gorse bush. She had come so near to him, and yet he hadnβt noticed. He must have been exhausted. Muttering under his breath, the tom turned and twisted, nipping out the spines that were stuck in his fur. He would choose a nice, thornless holly bush to sleep in tonight, he promised himself.
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 12:26:51 GMT -5
Maple awoke the next morning startled, not remembering where she was again until the memories of the day before caught up to her. The she-cat returned to the clearing by the creek, quickly finished off her mouse and buried the rest of the prey before going to sleep finally. For once she fell asleep without any dreams to haunt her the next morning, and she'd been too tired to have any problems actually falling asleep.
Sitting up slowly, Maple ran her tongue over a few spots on her pelt that definitely needed some grooming after tossing and turning without a proper nest. Once she deemed herself presentable, she dug up the prey and shook out the dirt. Her eyes trained on the sparrow that Flare must've caught, she didn't get a good look as she was so bewildered by the twoleg trap to notice what he'd caught. Maple frowns as she's reminded of the brash tom. Once again she's feeling frustrated by last nights events and how angry he got and she briefly wondered how he got to be so vexed.
'It's none of my business.' Maple thought to herself, starting to pad off. Unfortunately, something kept nagging at her and with a frustrated groan, she turned around and snatched up the sparrow. 'Might as well not let it go to waste. I'll just drop it off then I'll leave.' That seemed like an easy enough plan to follow through, hopefully he'd still be asleep when she got there so there wouldn't be any interaction.
Following her way back to where the twoleg trap was, Maple scented the air and caught Flare's scent rather easily. She followed it and soon came upon Lightning, but couldn't exactly see where Flare had gone, wondering if he'd left already. That is until she heard his fit of rage and hissing, watching the orange tom suddenly wriggle from underneath a gorse bush with thorns covering his pelt. Her eyes widen and she couldn't help but drop the sparrow and burst out into her own fit of cackles, doubling over and trying to contain herself to just giggles so she wouldn't wake up half the forest.
"You look like a pinecone! Oh my stars you should've seen the way you looked getting out of that bush!"
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 12:49:05 GMT -5
Maple snorts, recognizing his snarl and knowing she should probably cut it out soon, but she just couldn't get the image out of her head. Every time she was about to calm down she'd instantly recall the expression on his face, the way his body scrambled from under the bush. It was all too much for her. Eventually Maple forces herself to take a couple of deep breaths, finally looking back up to Flare with a goofy-looking grin on her face.
"Oh, wow, yeah I think I'm done now." She chuckles softly and watches as he hastily grooms his pelt. Maybe if they'd been clanmates, or just friends in general, she'd offer to help. However, Maple remained sitting, forgetting about the sparrow at her paws. "A gorse bush, huh? Probably not the best place to make your nest."
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 13:03:02 GMT -5
Her smile falters for a moment and she glances over to where Lightning was laying, finally noticing her for the first. Her ear twitches and she lifts her gaze back to Flare. "Do you know her or something?" She asked curiously, realizing that she didn't even know the she-cats name but she'd been following them around ever since.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Sept 5, 2019 13:09:59 GMT -5
Lightning blinked her eyes open when she heard all of the commotion going on. As soon as she opened her eyes she saw a furious Flame standing there, his pelt was matted with something. She shot up alarmed. Only to realize he had a fight with the holly bush. 'Mousebrain' She thought to herself, before walking closer to him. Keeping her distance enough. "Do you need help?" She asked seriously. Tilting her head in curiosity.
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Post by πππππ’ on Sept 5, 2019 13:16:53 GMT -5
Maple blinked, shaking her head and looking rather surprised by his reaction. "No, I have no idea who she is." The tabby admitted, then as if on cue she watched as Lightning woke up and asked if Flare needed help with his matted pelt. She lets out another snort and shakes her head, curling her tail around her paws. "Yeah, Flare, do you need help?" She teased him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
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