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Post by cowbird on Mar 19, 2020 9:44:08 GMT -5
MadFaith Moony followed the tom along the top of the barn, still slightly afraid she might fall off the edge even as she was being as careful as possible and staying close to the barn cat. Her legs trembled when he jumped onto the pile of hay at the wall farthest from the pigs, hoping she didnt break anything and dropped after him. He led her to a crevice between the hay bales and there in the opening was a nice, warm, cozy nest the smelled strongly of mice and grass. "This is nice. The lining here is perfect," she meowed, circling the nest and admiring the feathers. She then realized something. "Dont any other cats come here? Like to visit? Or do you stay here... like alone?" She found it hard to believe a jolly, patient and warm tom like this didnt have any friends. Oliver sat back on his haunches as Moony explored his nest, it felt nice to be able to share his world with someone else and invite them in to his space. "I collected the feathers from the chickens, they loose them so frequently, I thought it would make sense to make use of them instead of just leaving them lying around." Moony's question caused the tom's smile to falter slightly, as his gaze very quickly fell to his paws, "Not too many house cats want to spend their time with a barn cat. You're the first cat that has ever really shown interest in seeing my world. So most of the time it's just me, my no-furs and the other critters on the farm, but I like things that way." The tom's last comment was shaky, like he was trying to convince himself of a lie he knew to be false. Moony nodded slightly remembering how she was hesitant as well to go off with Oliver- but that was more cause he was so open and happy not because of where he lived. She found that hypocritical and silently promised sheβd take care of any cat who judged the warm tabby. βWell they are stupid for that. And you shouldnβt like that- being alone does no cat good,β she added softly, placing a paw comfortingly on Oliverβs own.
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Post by platinum blond death on Mar 19, 2020 13:27:04 GMT -5
(wait can i add a character to this rp?)
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Post by platinum blond death on Mar 19, 2020 18:06:12 GMT -5
Minerva || Smokeshine || 16 moons Lean gray tabby she-cat with green eyes. Minerva is brash, impulsive, and quick to anger. She is defensive, and will always stick up for her friends. Minnie (as her friends call her) can come up with ideas in a flash, but that doesn't mean they're good
Ari (adoptive brother) || Minnie was born to two strays, who she does not remember. Her mother, along with her kits, were taken to the shelter after being found in a bush. Eventually, she was adopted. She did not get along with Ari at first, but is now fiercely protective of him. || She is quick on her feet. || Descendant of WindClan Ari || Emberpetal || 12 moons Fluffy Ragdoll tom with round blue eyes, and a peony tucked behind his ear Ari, unlike Minnie, is gentle, sensitive, and patient. He is forgiving, but sometimes a pushover. Ari prefers the comforts of life, but he will do anything for his sister.
Minerva (adoptive sister), Natasha (mother) || He was born in a Twoleg home, and was given to a friend of the Twoleg. Later, Minnie came in. He disliked her, but then they learned to get along. || He is a great storyteller || Not a descendant
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½
on Mar 20, 2020 10:03:39 GMT -5
anne | anne's nest | w/ baxter - aether Anne watched Baxter gently as the tom lunged atop a beetle. It certainly didn't seem like the most pleasant meal, and her suspicions were confirmed when the tom spit the small bug out just as soon as it entered his mouth. As per usual, Baxter's focus shifted quickly and he began eyeing the next thing to lunge on - though the molly's eyes went wide at the realization that it was her that he had chosen as his next subject. "Oh no! Please don't hunt me! My reputation around here would be ruined if the others found out that I let you pin me!" Though her words seemed harsh, they were merely teasing. Her mouth curled into a smile as she crouched herself - two could play at this "hunting" game. Did she intend on carrying out with the leap? Certainly not, but she was sure Baxter knew her well enough to be able to predict that. From an outside view, her form was merely a tail length short of dreadful. Her body hovered too high above the freshly mowed grass beneath her, and her weight was distributed with disorganized method. In truth, despite the countless amount of times she had seen Baxter make an attempt at his idea of "hunting" (though she was sure you were actually meant to eat what you caught most of the time), Anne had never been too keen on indulging in it herself. What was the point when her two-legs spoiled her? She was sure the food inside of her green bowl tasted much better than whatever the wild had to offer.
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Post by aether on Mar 20, 2020 17:36:52 GMT -5
hi guys, i will be on after work <3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2020 14:19:11 GMT -5
Rosco @stitchlover20 Deep olive green eyes traced Sophies movements as she leapt upon the fence ready to go. "You and me both, surprise has never been a cats friend", Rosco mewed with a short chuckle as he quickened his step and leapt up after her. With his strong long legs, the tom advanced to the top with ease and took his place behind her along the narrow wooden beam. "Let be sure to ease them into the conversation. However blunt Blaze's tactics are, I'm not sure we will get the same reactions. That fiery tom could befriend a dog if he had to." Padding with careful pawsteps after the molly he continued to trek across the fence line, Lilys garden just within veiw. Is it sad I shipped them in my mind right away x') )) "It was out of nowhere when he showed up in my garden and suddenly talking about strange dreams. At least I had them as well so I didn't get weirded out." Sophie laughed softly by their friend's way of going about things. She led them to along in a steady pace before pausing every so often to listen for any cats nearby they could talk to about the meeting. Even now felt like a dream to be gathering as many cats in the area to talk about dreams and how to interpret it. It made her wonder how many they can even find in this short amount of time and even convince them to come is another story. "So, how long have you lived here? I feel like I should of met you before all this, but I guess we were at the wrong place at the wrong time to bump into each other." I updated my response)
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 21, 2020 16:21:31 GMT -5
Oh my gosh I am so sorry, I was over here waiting on your response and it's just been sitting there for forever. Typing one up now.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 21, 2020 16:39:24 GMT -5
Rosco @stitchlover20 Sophie γThey are definitely an adorable ship! <3 Who should we have them run into first?γ
Roscos ears flicked in agreement as she went on about how forward Blaze had been about the dreams. It was undeniable that the fiery tom had a way about him that no other could mimic. Rosco had been friend with him for many many moons now, having met him a long time ago when he first escaped his upwallers to explore the outside world. When Sophie began to question him about how long he had been in the area his tail curled happily. "Wrong place wrong time kind of thing I guess. However a few moons ago my upwalkers moved to this side of the village. It was located quite a long walk from here, but that never stopped me. I love a good long walk, besides you can only discover something new once." The tom eyed her playfully with his deep green eyes as he leapt over a weak part in the fence and landed just behind her. Being so close the mollys tail was practically in his face tickling his nose, and he gave a quick little snort to rid himself of the tickled sensation.
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Post by Weaselstar on Mar 21, 2020 21:25:01 GMT -5
Weasel listened to what the older cat said closely. Maybe he could help him! Weasel didnβt enjoy kittypet life, and his paws were itching for adventure. βYes, but donβt overthink it. I tend to do that.β He chuckled picturing himself falling out of a tree as he tried to hunt a squirrel. Weasel managed to claw his way down the tree but his paw slipped near the ground and he fell. Weasel twitched his tail in annoyance, βWell, that was not fun at all.β
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Mar 23, 2020 6:10:21 GMT -5
Β»βππ£πππͺ β¦π¨ππ₯π calliope 's Tarot β¦πππππ π‘π π€π₯
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He flicked his tail in thought, wondering if what she said was true. He would like to believe they were nothing more than strange dreams he was having but a piece of him was beginning to believe there was more to them. "I am not sure, if I'm honest. These dreams have to hold some meaning for us to share such similarities right?" He tried to find meaning in them but he couldn't, he knew nothing of any clans or anything else the cat who spoke to him was saying. "Should we try and see if it's only us? I feel as though that might help end this nonsense if we spoke with others and they confirmed it was just us two going mad." He gave a soft chuckle, lifting himself up from his perch and teetering on the fence post. He knew of many of the cats in this part of land but he only really found himself chatting with Tarot most days, which might prove itself to be the downfall of his plan.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 23, 2020 8:10:51 GMT -5
β’β‘Roseβ‘β’ The fence line w/ βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ 's Harley & calliope 's Tarot After having a dream as intense as that one had become Rose needed to be away from the bothersome paws of her two legs. Slipping through her small door at the back of the nest Rose wondered into her garden and allowed the fresh air and sun shine clear her mind. Taking a deep breath she began a leisurely stroll, movement helped keep the thoughts of her dream away as she gazed about her. Movement on the fence posts ahead of her cause Rose to stop and perk up. At first she couldn't see what it was, only after slowly stepped forward were two cats revealed. It was Tarot and Harley! The russet dappled she cat hadn't conversed with anyone, let alone these two, I'm quite a while and the solitude was beginning to naw at her mind. Tail raised high and waving back and forth in a friendly manner, Rose picked up her pace to a brisk trot until she was almost beneath the pair. Not yet caring to fully join them on the fence, she remained with her paws to the earth. Head tilted up she called out to Tarot and Harley, her tone happy and excited to have company. "Why... long time no see for the both of you. What are y'all up to on this nice day?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2020 12:28:54 GMT -5
Rosco @stitchlover20 Sophie γThey are definitely an adorable ship! <3 Who should we have them run into first?γ Roscos ears flicked in agreement as she went on about how forward Blaze had been about the dreams. It was undeniable that the fiery tom had a way about him that no other could mimic. Rosco had been friend with him for many many moons now, having met him a long time ago when he first escaped his upwallers to explore the outside world. When Sophie began to question him about how long he had been in the area his tail curled happily. "Wrong place wrong time kind of thing I guess. However a few moons ago my upwalkers moved to this side of the village. It was located quite a long walk from here, but that never stopped me. I love a good long walk, besides you can only discover something new once." The tom eyed her playfully with his deep green eyes as he leapt over a weak part in the fence and landed just behind her. Being so close the mollys tail was practically in his face tickling his nose, and he gave a quick little snort to rid himself of the tickled sensation. Maybe Tarot and Harley? I'm not sure who's closest to them)) The fence creaked as the two cats walked along it and some places swayed under their weight due to age. It was almost funny how different each fence were colored and shaped in some gardens. Twolegs seem to like being different from the others even though she thought most twolegs were exactly the same besides the scents and cloth their wore on their furless bodies. If only she could communicate with them to ask why they chose where they lived, the things they wear, and why every yard is different. Sophie's mind lost its train of thought when she heard voices nearby. She stopped in her tracks to look behind her shoulder at Rosco to see if he noticed too. "Are you ready? We need to make sure we aren't forceful and make sense." Her voice sound uncertain by the last statement since none of this made any sense but they would have to try.
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Post by calliope on Mar 23, 2020 15:57:59 GMT -5
(Ill be on soon! I work in healthcare and due to the pandemic. It's been hellacious.)
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Post by calliope on Mar 23, 2020 20:18:07 GMT -5
{ T a r o t } On Fence Posts - with Harley and Rose "That would be the smart and best way to go about it," Tarot stated in response to the tom. "Hopefully we aren't crazy!" The multicolored molly laughed at the thought, sending a playful nudge to the Harley's shoulder. Surely, this is just a mere coincidence... Besides, I know NOTHING about whatever that she-cat was talking about. Clans? Pfft. What even is that? Her thoughts drifted in as fast as they drifted out. She shrugged her shoulders, disregarding her previous notions. Her ears twisted around as they heard a new voice joining the conversation. "Hello, Rose!" she purred delightfully. "Oh ya know, hanging with ol' Harley over here!"
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Mar 23, 2020 21:22:22 GMT -5
Β»βππ£πππͺ β¦π¨ππ₯π calliope 's Tarot Falconwing 's Rose β¦πππππ π‘π π€π₯
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The tom had to steady himself from the nudge given, as he did so he caught eyes with Rose. "Oh hello Rose." He purred, sitting back down. "Hanging with Lavender." He teased, giving Tarot a small wink before turning back to the other she-cat. "How are you today?" He didn't know if he should outright ask her if she was sharing the same dreams as them but he knew deep down he did need to ask eventually. Maybe she would bring it up on her own.
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 23, 2020 22:03:28 GMT -5
Rose calliope βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ The warm welcome she received caused Rose's plumed tail with curl happily. "Eh I'm okay" Rose mewed shrugging her shoulders and settling down onto her haunches as she gaze upwards. "I haven't been sleeping very well lately..." the dappled female trailer off realizing that her odd dream was probably no appropriate conversation. "I think it just might be because my two legs switched by food to this nasty new stuff and I haven't been eating well." She wasn't usually one to complain but Rose needed to say something to try and divert away from the dreams that continued to weigh at her. Rosco @stitchlover20 The voices that caused Sophie to turn to look at him had also caught the grey toms attention. From their current distance he was unable to decipher who it was, but the tones seemed to be in good spirits. Giving his pelt a couple of licks to smooth out his ruffled edges Rosco then gave Sophie the nod to go ahead. "Ladies first", he mewed waving his tail for her to go first. Whom ever it was Sophie was probably the best for them to see first, her glossy pelt flowing beautifully as she moved.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2020 13:14:12 GMT -5
With βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½'s Harley, calliope's Tarot, Falconwing's Rosco and Rose Sophie readied herself before taking the leap off the fence. This shouldn't be as complicated as her mind is making it, but she hesitated anyway. The group could be made a laughing stock of the whole neighborhood if they don't convince them or none of them had these dreams. A big risk is at hand and she could feel the tension in her chest tightened before jumping down into the yard, following the voices. She spotted three cats mingling and put on a friendly smile as they approached. "Good afternoon!" She called to the cats. "How are you on this fine day?" Her eyes swiftly went over Rose, Harley, and Tarot with hope they were all friendly as they sound.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Mar 25, 2020 13:45:45 GMT -5
{Ima wait for calliope to reply if thats ok with everyone ^^;; if not I can get mine up today haha}
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Post by calliope on Mar 25, 2020 22:34:50 GMT -5
(sorry guys I had some very disturbing news from my mother that I've been away to take care of but Im replying right now!)
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Post by calliope on Mar 25, 2020 22:55:32 GMT -5
{ T a r o t } Outside - Fence Post - with Harley, Rose, Sophie, Rosco Upon hearing her nickname, the molly rolled her eyes at Harley, but still kept her smile nonetheless. "I'm so sorry to hear that, Rose," she responded, trying to come up with a solution. "Well, there's always berries that my caretaker has in the garden." Tarot gestured with her long tail over to the small patch of strawberries that the human was currently tending to. "It isn't much, but it's better than that nasty food you had, I'm sure!" "Good afternoon!" a new voice announced. The multicolored molly snapped her attention to the unfamiliar she-cat coming towards the group that had accumulated on the fence post. "Hello there!" she smiled, coming off friendly.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Mar 26, 2020 0:56:28 GMT -5
Β»βππ£πππͺ β¦π¨ππ₯π calliope 's Tarot Falconwing 's Rose @stitchlover20 's Sophie β¦πππππ π‘π π€π₯
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His ears perked up at the mention of Rose not sleeping well, giving Tarot a small glance of questioning, he went into asking questions. "Why aren't you sleeping well? I don't believe I've had a restful night of sleep in days." With Tarot prattling on about the berries in his garden, he caught the eyes of another she-cat, this one was unfamiliar but he kept his friendly demeanor the same. After Tarot had given her own greeting, he waved his tail. "Hello there! I am doing decently well, I'm Harley. This cat right here is Lavender, and the other one is Rose." He smirked at Tarot, his nickname would stick whether she wanted it to or not. He suddenly felt bad though, Tarot had the one name and she seemed to be fond of it. "Well that's a joke, Lavender's real name is Tarot." He gave a sheepish smile before hunkering down, a feeling of bashfulness settling into his stomach. He didn't want his neighbor to get upset with him but he still continued on with his silly kitten like jokes.
{You're fine! I get that completely, just didn't wanna steal your turn <3}
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Post by MadFaith on Mar 26, 2020 10:08:02 GMT -5
(Hello, I am so sorry! Life has gotten super busy and stressful lately with this whole virus thing. My younger sister is currently stuck in another country and I had to move home from my school so life has been crazy. I'm still working on homework, but I wanted to let you all know that I am still here and will be doing my best to write up a response as soon as I can. For when I do write up the reply, would someone be able to catch me up on what is happening in the rp?)
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Post by Falconwing on Mar 26, 2020 16:12:18 GMT -5
Rose @stitchlover20 calliope βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ Rose hesitated in her response to Harley. Should she confine in a friend she once had a strong connection with? Maybe he would understand. She seemed more interested in telling him when he himself mentioned not sleeping well either. "Thank you, but strawberries dont make much of a meal.. more like a nice snack... I started to work on my hunting skills, but I'm still not good enough to catch anything yet". Just then two other cats approached and Rose quickly looked to Harley and Tarot. They seemed welcoming and unthreatened by their sudden appearance, this reassured the molly and she too chimed in. "Hi there! Who are you guys?" Rosco Just behind Sophie Rosco did his best to appear friendly as he approached the trio. So far they had all extended a friendly greeting and it gave the feathery grey tom hope. They seemed welcoming and hopefully they would be interested in coming to Blazes meeting. "Greeting", he started dipping his head and looking to each cat. "My name is Rosco, and this is Sophie." "How are you guys doing on this fine day?", Sophie's question echoed the Tom's own thought process. Smart Sophie, begin with simple chit chat. A good starter to warm the trio up to them.
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Post by aether on Mar 27, 2020 4:33:43 GMT -5
[ hey guys sorry for being poopy and not posting :/ i will get something up tomorrow i promise! i am just exhausted from work today and my brain ain't got no creative juices. ]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2020 16:39:13 GMT -5
Falconwing βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ calliopeHope filled Sophie at the friendly faces and the polite tone these cats were giving them. Most the time cats who lived in the neighborhood were in good nature and never caused tension between the fences, but it always made her feel better seeing it before bringing herself out there. "It's lovely to meet each of you!" Her eyes sparkled happily as Rosco introduced them for her. "We are a couple of neighbors a few nests down and had a question to ask." Sophie's tone kept up its happy melody even though a hint of worry began to creep in. She hoped this wouldn't turn out the complete opposite of what they intended and let Blaze down. "Have any of you experienced... Strange dreams lately?" The words almost couldn't come out of her mouth. The she-cat's gaze flickered to each of their faces, expecting a reaction from them. Sophie felt her body slightly tense as she paused for an answer and worry kept creeping in around her mind.
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Post by calliope on Mar 31, 2020 2:14:29 GMT -5
(guys i am so so sorry. with the influx of patients testing positive for COVID 19, my anxiety has hit the roof. I come home crying because of the lack of PPE and because of my anxiety. Thank you for liking my post. I sat here thinking i had answered them. Again I am so sorry.... I will try to be better about posting. Thank you for your understanding guys...)
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Post by calliope on Mar 31, 2020 2:20:15 GMT -5
{ T a r o t } Outside - Fence Post - with Harley, Rose, Sophie, Rosco Odd eyes rolled at Harley's "Lavender" comment with a smile. "I'm Tarot," she answered. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Upon hearing such a strange but coincidental question, the half-faced molly gave her neighbor a bewildered yet fearful look. As she looked to each of the other cats' faces, she could tell they all had the same puzzled expression for the most part. "I've been having weird dreams..," she started, "but what kind of strange dreams do you mean?" Tarot was certain that this was not a coincidence. Her caretaker often believed her intuitions, so the molly had been trying to rely on her own. She cast a soft look at the pale brown skin of her owner and the wavy dark hair she possessed. What if this is my path to take? Maybe this means something after all...
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