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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 16, 2020 1:15:09 GMT -5
Juniper rolled her eyes before laying down and laying the squirrel down next to her. "Anyways... As i was saying, I miscalculated the distance for the second branch and when i jumped i knew it when my paw's slipped." She told him. "And i would've been fine with the wounds. They are not the first time i got them and they won't be the last." She grinned at him and sighed.
((OOO You know what. Maybe these could be the two cats for the start of oakclan? If your good with that? If not thats fine, i just thought of it ^~^'' ))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 16, 2020 1:23:32 GMT -5
{That sounds great! Juniper as the future leader and Bug as deputy or something? Just giving an idea.} Bug started to concentrate on the goldenrod, mixing it into a sunny poultice and mashing it onto his paws, and attempting to crawl creepily to Juniper to rub it over her wounds. He made it to her successfully to rub it over the cuts carefully. "I don't get these kinds of scratches. Just mysterious small cuts and bruises, and that's where the line ends. I stay away from danger if I can help it." {I lost it at "crawl creepily"}
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 16, 2020 2:10:58 GMT -5
(Lol and yeah that is what i was thinking haha.))
Juniper watched him and giggled softly watching him try to crawl to her without messing up the poltise. "Eh... The danger is exciting." She told him with smile. "Its weird going a day without danger in my life."
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Post by cowbird on Feb 16, 2020 10:28:50 GMT -5
Fawn had slid away as the cats burst once again in conversations, and began looking for prey. It was often plentiful in these woods and ironically, Fawn avoided it for that reason as her mother always said a dependent cat becomes a lazy cat and a lazy cat becomes a fat one and a fat and owls love fat cats.
(Sorry for not responding earlier I couldnt find the thread lmao)
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 16, 2020 12:17:22 GMT -5
{Lolo} Bug had not noticed the quiet she-cat slip away, because he was so concentrated on healing Juniper. "We have a lot in common and not in common." He concluded. While he worked, he talked to her. "Do you ever want to run away?" He questioned. Personally, if he had a walker, he would run away to join the fresh freedom of Yonder Creek. The sound of the water trickling next to his burrow was comforting, especially at night. Water had always calmed him down, in any way.
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 16, 2020 12:22:00 GMT -5
(Lol, your fine))
Apple stumbled through the woods. His orange fur was fluffed up from his recent run from a badger, "mouse-dunged badger, chasing me from my den..." He mumbled before plopping down and licking his flanks to flatten the fur.
Juniper thought a bit before shrugged while he finished "Sometimes, but other times I like not having to do anything but it does get boring sometimes not hvaing anything to do or anone to talk to." She told him.
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 16, 2020 12:54:40 GMT -5
Bug thought about that for a second. "Maybe if you lived with other cats, it wouldn't be so lonely," He meowed slowly. "Like the big groups, in the stories. You could live with other cats, in an area."
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 16, 2020 13:29:18 GMT -5
Juniper shrugged. "I never thought of it that way." She said tilting her head to the side. "I never heard of big ggroups before. Besides my sister who was taken away by other walkers i haven't talked with any other cats beside you and Fawn." She told him shaking her head. "But that does not seem all that bad. We can teach other how we each fight, and how we each hunt." She grinned.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 16, 2020 15:32:43 GMT -5
Fawn twisted around at the noise from the bushes and her eyes widened in surprise as a ruffled orange tom barged through, annoyance wafting over from him as muttered darkly he began to lick his flank.
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 16, 2020 23:10:52 GMT -5
Apple looked over when he saw someone start moving and He jumped up and hissed, "Who are you!" His fur that he just got flattened raised back up.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 17, 2020 8:27:37 GMT -5
Fawn narrowed her eyes at the defensive tom. Her mother was a wise cat and she had a saying or rule or solution for any problem a wanderer like her may face in the wild woods. However, she never said much on what to do with bright-colored tom's with a nasty attitude. "I'm Fawn," she meowed sternly. "The real question however, is who are you?" lemonpepper
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 17, 2020 14:41:44 GMT -5
Apple glared at the cat but when she didn't jump at him or attack him right off the bat he stood up from his crouch but still kept the glare in his eyes. "I am Apple." He told her. He sat down again with a sigh and started to once again lay his fur down and clean himself.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 17, 2020 14:53:50 GMT -5
Fawn stared at the angry tom. Keeping her distance still, she moved closer. "Are you hurt Apple?" Her mother had been a great user of herbs and did her best to teach Fawn all she knew before she passed. Fawn didnt remember much but there was still a few she knew- the essentials she called them.
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 17, 2020 15:39:16 GMT -5
Apple looked at Fawn and nodded with another sigh. "Yeah. I got ran out of my den by a mouse-dunged badger. I tried fighting it and got a scratch on my leg."he told her showing a large scratch on his hind quarter.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 17, 2020 15:50:34 GMT -5
Fawn wandered over to the tom, ans without even asking, sniffed at his wound. She turned around, her gaze searching the brush until she found a small clump of goldenrod, just barely enough for a mouthful. She snatched them up and quickly turned to the orange tom. "You've licked it enough it seems," she mewed, eyeing the wound. It was long but not deep- he'd be safe from infection if he kept safe. "I'll chew this yellow thing here up and it'll help you heal faster."
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 22, 2020 13:14:32 GMT -5
Bug's eyes gleamed. "That's a great idea. Other cats may be a fan of the idea of living in a group, well protected, and well fed. No more starving in leaf-bare. My mother used to tell me stories of old tribes, who lived in a forest far far away, and they fought off foxes and badgers, and even other groups. I was always tied with the thought of living in a group... a clan, they were called rightfully."
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