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Post by little blu ♥ on Aug 31, 2020 22:52:12 GMT -5
Humble Beginnings
Plot ;; A group of barn cats, living together in harmony. Until one of them begins to dream of starry cats and strange visions... The others are concerned for their friend clearly but are unsure whether his babbling about leaving the barn is so wise - after all, there's plenty of food and shelter here. The decision to go off on an adventure of unknown origins or stay in the safety of their home becomes heated as the summer wanes and autumn approaches....
Barn Cats ;; Alistair male - leader/prophet played by blu
Iris female played by frost
Thistle male played by frost
Ember female - expecting kits played by blu
Petal female played by frost
Micah male played by blu
Other Characters ;; Dove's Storm female played by frost
Lion's Feather female played by blu
Falcon's Claw male played by frost
Wild Thunder male played by blu
Relationships ;;
Key name ♥ name - mates (=means kits) name ↬ name - first cat has a crush on second cat name ❣ name - cats are crushing on each other name ✘ name - cats are ex-mates name | name - different litters name ✦ name - best friends name ϟ name - rivals/enemies Alistair ♥ Iris = Petal & Micah Thistle ♥ Ember ? ✘ Dove's Storm = Lion's Feather ? ♥ ? = Falcon's Claw | Wild Thunder
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Post by little blu ♥ on Sept 1, 2020 17:08:20 GMT -5
Alistair in the barn - open »»---------------------------«« "It's your destiny. You must leave," the starry tom insisted, his ferocious blue eyes burning holes into the side of Alistair's face. The large maine coon tom shook his head, as though that would let him escape the glare. What this dream cat or whatever was asking wasn't something he could make happen. The barn had been home for too long. He'd long forgotten his grandmother's babbling nonsense about clans and living wildly. These four walls offered them shelter and plenty of fat mice. As though he would uproot their little group for something so trivial as a dream.
"I don't believe in destiny. I make my own fate," Alistair replied back, a hint of snarl in his voice. He had grown tired of this conversation - not desiring to waste his time any longer on such nonsense. The large dark brown and white tom hissed, the stars on his pelt rippling. The barn cat didn't much care for the other tom's tone, turning his back to him, lashing his tail as if to say a harsh 'farewell'. Rather abruptly, the tom awoke in the hay pile he and his mate used as a nest. His light green eyes flashed in the dull light as he cautiously sniffed the air. Everything seemed to be in place... for now, anyway. Alistair turned and gently washed the ears of Iris, who had yet to wake up from her rest beside him.
Ember in the barn - open »»---------------------------«« Unlike their unofficial leader, Ember had been awake since the dawn. Her pale blue eyes caught in the light as her single white paw slid over the wooden floor silently. She was intent on one of the plump mice that had scurried from it's hiding hole early this morning. Wiggling her haunches, ignoring the twinge of discomfort in her stomach, the mostly ginger she-cat leaped at her prey, taking her chance. She landed squarely on the mouse, though she winced as nausea rolled in her stomach. Killing her prey quickly, the molly sat up and shuddered as she repressed the urge to wretch. Oh well. Maybe Thistle or one of their group would want it. She was still getting used to being part of a bigger group, having been used to it just being her and Thistle for so long.
Micah in the pasture - open »»---------------------------«« Micah had wanted to get an early start on the day, he was a true wild child normally but had a secret love of sunrise. Which is why he'd uncurled himself from his place beside his sister and slipped out of the barn before the sun had even began to peak over the horizon. He'd settled himself on the fence of the pasture, ignoring the cows that mooed at him from time to time, and watched the sun rise over the hills. His tufted ears twitched as his blue-green eyes lit with delight at the sight. He felt at peace, which was kind of rare, since his head was usually all over the place and he normally found it rather hard to keep still.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Sept 1, 2020 21:52:31 GMT -5
☽✧❆✧☾
Iris was sleeping soundly, curled up in a tight fluffy ball, next to her mate, Alistair. A purr, rumbled deep within her body, as she stirred, to the feeling of him grooming her ears. She kept her eyes closed, for a little while, enjoying his warmth and the feeling of his tongue, smoothing her fur. Finally, she slowly lifted her head, her jaws stretching in a long yawn. Sharp teeth, showing to the world, as she did so. After closing her mouth, the pretty Maine coon, opened her deep amber eyes, warmth and love sparkling within them, as she turned her gaze to Alistair. "Oh..Good morning, My sweet Alistair. How did you sleep.?" She nuzzled his cheek, as she spoke, her voice as sweet as honey.☽✧❆✧☾
The large brown and black tabby, sat near the barn entrance, his green gaze, resting on the young cat, Micah. He'd stirred, when his mate, Ember, had woken. Both were still a bit uneasy around the family that lived in the barn. The two had only had each other for so long, that when they joined with Alistairs group, it'd felt so different. Not to say that Thistle didn't enjoy the presence of the others, he just found it hard to be amongst so many. Even though there was only the six of them. He mind wondered to Ember though, who was expecting his very own kits. His heart swelled, and his chest puffed proudly at the thought. His kits..Who would've thought. He remembered the day that she had told him that they were expecting kits. That was the day that he decided that they should find a bigger group. Someone else, to help him defend and care for his queen and their little ones, when they came. It didn't take too long, for them to find the barn cats, and join them. He was quite content amongst the warmth of the hay. and all the mice they could ever dream of.
With a gentle sigh, he gazed out at the fencing around the barn, his gaze resting on Alistairs and Iris's son, Micah. The little cat seemed to enjoy being up early. Watching the sun rise. The older tom, couldn't blame him. The sun rising, was so very beautiful. Just as much as watching the sun set. It made Thistle even more content, living within the safety of the barn. With his new friends, and his beloved mate.☽✧❆✧☾
To say she was hungry, was an understatement. Petal woke, to the rumbling of her very own stomach. Lifting her head, the little molly yawned, before blinking sleep from her eyes. She sat up, her amber gaze, catching the sight of Ember, one of the newer members of their family, catching a mouse. She let out a soft purr of greeting, as she watched her sit up, the mouse in her jaws. Licking her lips, she knew she needed to get moving, and catch herself some breakfast, before her rumbling stomach, scared all the mice away. Her soft gaze, traveled around, to see her parents, sharing tongues and Embers mate, Thistle, staring out of the barn. All that was left, was her brother, Micah. From the staleness of his scent, beside her, she guessed he was out watching the sun rise again. She didn't quite understand how her brother could wake up so early, just to watch some colors in the sky.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Sept 2, 2020 19:22:57 GMT -5
Alistair in the barn - with Iris »»---------------------------«« Alistair couldn't hide a grin as he watched Iris wake up, her lovely amber eyes slipping open to peer up at him. Her question put a damper on his spirits, as he remembered the starry tom. Shaking away a burst of irritation, he pressed his cheek against her warmly, green eyes gentle. "Poorly to be completely honest, darling," he admitted quietly, not in the habit of lying to anyone, much less his mate. The dreams of the intense cat had been haunting him for days now, but always resulted in the barn cat telling the other to forget it. The only alternative was to leave and this was there home, not to mention Ember was pregnant!
"It was that cursed dream again. I wish it would leave me alone," he grumbled, setting his large head upon her own. Being a full blooded maine coon, he was a giant cat, but his wife was no mouse either. Their kits were growing like weeds too, he wondered idly if they ever intimidated Thistle or his mate. That was never their intention but two regular sized cats (well Ember was tiny but that was besides the point) in a barn full of felines that might as well be giants. He chuckled quietly at the thought, relaxing against Iris.
Ember in the barn - open »»---------------------------«« Ember dropped her mouse and perked her ears as she spotted the approaching form of Petal, the daughter of Iris and Alistair. The small ginger she-cat offered a smile in greeting, pulling her tail over her paws, nearly covering her single white paw. "Good morning, Petal, hungry?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in question. Her stomach tossed at the scent of fresh blood. Ember never wanted to eat again with how badly she felt this morning.
"You can have my mouse if you want, I'm not eating this morning," the she-cat mewed, nudging the prey towards the younger molly. She then began to groom her fur, beginning with her shoulder fur. Ember had always been small, so her stomach looked a bit out of place on her body. She rolled her eyes as the kittens kicked against her, trying not to hurl. Kits sure were a lot of stress on the body, that was something the little barn cat was finding out pretty quickly.
Micah in the pasture - open »»---------------------------«« Once the sun had fully started it's path into the sky, the tom turned and walked along the fence, enjoying the golden light splashing over the long grass. Taking a deep breath, Micah hopped down from the sturdy wood and landed easily among the grasses. A little grin crossed his face as he rushed down the familiar, worn dirt path that led back to the barn, his large white paws pounding against the ground. His feathery tail streamed out behind him, joy lighting his odd colored eyes. He could do this all day.
Micah slowed as he neared the barn door, which was always left open a crack. His gaze landed on Thistle, one of the other barn cats, who was sitting in the entrance. Waving his tail in greeting, the tom padded up to him. "Hey," he called simply, though energy was already humming through his young body. He wanted to run around some more, maybe chase some chicks or even try and hunt down some ducks. The pond was always an interesting place to go. He distantly wondered if his parents or sister were awake yet.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Sept 2, 2020 20:47:46 GMT -5
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Amber eyes filling with sympathy for her troubled mate, she sunk warmly against him, as he set his head on top of hers. Nuzzling right into his chest, she couldn't contain the purring, that continued to pour from her. She couldn't quite understand Alistair's dreams, but they seemed to trouble him quite frequently. It made her wonder, if these dreams wouldn't stop, until he did whatever the dreams told him to do. "Alistair, remind me again, what these dreams entail.? They must have some kind of significance to us.." She paused, to sweep her tail, around the barn are their small group of felines, stopping, to rest her tail along his back. "Or to you alone, if this dream continues to haunt you, every single day. Maybe..That's the only way to solve these dreams..Is to listen to them.?"She hesitated, in pulling away from the large tom, her heart still soaring, to this day, when she met his gentle green eyes, with her own Amber ones. After seasons of living with the gentle giant, she still found herself, swarming with feelings for Alistair. Growing a family together, had only intensified her love for him. The two kept order, amongst their little group. Alistair being leaderly, in an unofficial way. And Iris herself, was good with herbs and healing. The molly had learned along the way, in life. Being raised by her own mother, in the ways of medicine. Along the way in life, Iris had found many friends, who taught her even more about herbs and their uses. It made the molly confident, that she could keep her family, and the newest members of their group, safe.☽✧❆✧☾
To say that Thistle wasn't slightly intimidated by the Maine Coon family, would be an understatement. He felt small, compared to the family, even though he, himself, was a large tom. Even Petal and Iris, being molly's, stood over him. He knew they family meant well, and never meant him or Ember, any harm. That couldn't control his feelings though. Though, in a way, it made him feel safer. Made him worry less, about the safety of his mate and their kits. He knew he could protect them, but he knew that he could protect them even better, with the large family, by his side.
Watching with piercing green eyes, as Micah approached him, waving a greeting, Thistle dipped his head. "What beauty there is, when the sun rises, to light up our world, don't you say, Micah.?" He could almost feel the energy coursing through the tom, and gave a light purr of laughter. Standing, he stretched out his legs, tail quivering slightly at the feeling. "Everyone is awake in the barn, if you wanted to join them. Or we could go down to the pond. I'm a bit tired of the taste of mouse. I'd prefer a fish, at this time of the day."☽✧❆✧☾
A long and low purr, rumbled in Petal, as Ember offered her the mouse she had caught. Taking a large bite of it, she couldn't help but let out a soft squeak of happiness. She was the smallest, out of her parents and her brother. But Ember, compared to her, was super small. Swallowing the mouthful of mouse, after chewing for a moment, she looked up at Ember, her amber eyes curious. "Is your stomach bothering you again, Ember.? I know you've struggled with nausea. You know..My Mother might know something that could help you with that." She paused to take another mouthful of the mouse, chewing it slowly, so she could think. Finally swallowing her food, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes on the small gingers large belly. "It's not good that you don't eat. You have kits to feed, not just yourself. I know you feel awful, but it'll all be worth it, when they are running around here." Petal let her long, bushy tail, sweep around their home. The warm, comforting scent of her family and mice, made her wiggle with happiness. The thought of tiny kits, that she could help teach to hunt, filled her with a silent joy.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Sept 9, 2020 14:19:45 GMT -5
Alistair in the barn - with Iris »»---------------------------«« The press of his mate's face against his chest, her soft purrs mingling with his own, this is what Alistair lived for. The little quiet moments in the barn, where peaceful mornings spent sharing-tongues with Iris would probably soon be interrupted by their children. This is the life he'd carved out for himself and his family. How could he ever leave this behind? True, the light brown tabby sometimes longed for adventure, sometimes his paws itched to carry him elsewhere. He blamed his grandmother for that. Blackrose had always filled his head with such stories of wild cats living in groups - clans she used to call them. Many days of his kithood had been spent pretending he was a wild cat of ShadowClan - like his grandmother claimed to have been.
"A cat with stars on their pelt, the same tom every time, comes to me and demands I leave the barn..." he replied quietly to Iris, the worried look coming back to haunt his green eyes. He just wanted the dreams to leave him alone. His ancestors couldn't have been wild cats, his grandmother, Blackrose, was just a crazy old she-cat with a strange name. "It's ridiculous. This is my home. Our home," he whispered, more to himself, his gaze drifting to where Ember and their daughter, Petal, seemed to be having a morning conversation. How could he leave? His claws slid out to tear at the hay below him.
Alistair turned to look back at Iris, shaking his head. "You can't tell me that leaving the barn is the right decision simply because I dreamed it. This is our kits' home. Ember is getting more pregnant by the day. I can't leave you," his voice was low but full of pain by the time he reached the end. His mate was his best friend, someone who he trusted to have his back no matter what. He'd never been closer to another feline in his life and the thought of leaving her and their children? The tom felt absolutely sick to his stomach. How could the starry tom continue to ask this of him night after night. Alistair would never say yes. Never.
Ember in the barn - with Petal »»---------------------------«« The little ginger molly ducked her head in embarrassment at being so easy to read. Even young Petal could tell that she was feeling ultra nauseous this morning. Ember perked her ears at the mention that Iris might have something that would aid her. When they'd been found by the barn cats, Thistle had sprained his paw and was struggling to walk through a rain storm. The queen had been trying to help her mate to the best of her abilities, but luckily they'd been found by Alistair and his son, Micah.
Iris had taken one look at Thistle's injury and run up to the loft, where she and her mate slept, returning with a bundle of strongly scented plants. Ember was fascinated by the prospect of healing but it went way over her head. Would the older feline really have something to help her? That would be lovely. "You think so? I might have to ask her.... I don't want to bother her now though," she mewed quickly, heat flooding her ears. "I know I need to eat, Petal, my stomach just..." the queen didn't finish, looking away from the mouse with helplessness in her blue gaze.
Micah by the barn - with Thistle »»---------------------------«« Micah tilted his head thoughtfully at the older tom's words, a small smile touching his muzzle. He definitely agreed, though he was a tiny bit embarrassed that Thistle had seen him fawning over the sunrise. "It's very calming," the brown tabby replied honestly, casting a fond gaze over at the horizon, where the sun was climbing higher and higher into the powder blue sky. That view was one of the things he loved most about living here at the barn. His attention was quickly returned at the mention of the pond, one of his other favorite things. It's almost as though the smaller tom had read his mind.
His paws itched to run off into the grasses that led to the pond but Micah hesitated. Petal might be upset if they left her behind. Usually he ran off without much thought but he also almost always had his sister at his heels. "Maybe we should go in first and then we can head down to the pond?" his tone was hopeful. Chasing ducks and splashing around in the water sounded like the exact way that Micah wanted to spend his morning. Being cooped up in the barn would drive him absolutely stir crazy. He was certainly regarded as the wild child for a reason. He was a rowdy, rough and tumble young boy who wanted nothing more than to spend his days goofing off, getting dirty, and enjoying a bit of mischief. Trouble was his middle name.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Sept 9, 2020 19:43:27 GMT -5
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Amber eyes gazing intently at Alistair as he spoke of his dreams and added his worries, Iris nodded her head slowly. She listened to him with seriousness in her gaze, her fur tipped ears pricking up in interest of the star glowing tom. She let her long and feather furry tail travel along the large coon's back, as he expressed to her that he couldn't leave. Especially not leave her. The pain that filled his voice as he spoke of leaving her behind, made the silver, black and white molly shiver. Nothing sounded worse than her being separated from Alistair.Letting her wide gaze travel around their home, it paused on Ember and Petal. Her mate spoke nothing but the truth. This had been there home for so long and Ember was so full of kits, she would struggle on a journey to the unknown. Though as she sat there with her eyes on the thick bellied molly, Iris couldn't help but feel as if Alistair should listen to his dreams. Something tugged at her paws, as if to tell her that it was time to leave there all to familiar barn. Would Ember and Thistle follow.? If it came down to the family of Coon's, heading down a path that they had no idea where it would end. Would her very own kits want to leave the barn that they had been born and raised in.? Iris herself, felt a little uneasy about leaving to travel the world again. After so long of her life, letting her paws lead her to new places, she'd found great comfort with settling in one spot with Alistair and raising a family. "What if you didn't have to leave the barn, alone.?" Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, as she spoke the very words that clouded her thoughts. Turning her amber eyes back to her mate, she spoke up with a voice much stronger. The look that covered her face, so full of determination and love. "Alistair, this dream never said you had to leave the barn alone. It's clear that this..Dream cat will not stop, until you leave. It isn't just one dream that is telling you to go. Its the same dream that haunts you every single day." She paused, a cloudy look, passing through her eyes as she thought. "What if we all agreed to go with you.?"
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The older tom couldn't help but let out a snickering laugh, at the younger toms hopeful tone. He gave a dip of his head in agreement, as he mentioned stepping inside the barn before they headed out. Of course it only made sense that they would check in with the others before they decided to leave. Maybe they would want to join them. Maybe Ember would enjoy a walk to the pond. She could lounge about, on one of the large rocks near it, while he caught a couple fish. Suddenly feeling excited, the brown and black tabby jumped to his paws, his tail waving. Turning and pushing his way into the barn with glowing green eyes, he immediately sought out his mate. Relieved to see her already awake and speaking with Petal. His head then turned to witness Alistair and Iris, deep in a conversation amongst themselves. Maybe it was best not to bother those two, and only offer to take Petal and Ember with them. He glanced at Micah, a question in his gaze as he swiveled his ears towards the two older cats. Even though they weren't all that older than him, Thistle felt a deeper respect for the two Maine Coon cats.
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The multicolored coon nodded her head, as Ember asked if she thought that her mother would have something to give her. Letting her amber gaze flicker to her parents, then back to Ember again. Her parents seemed deep in a conversation and it was probably best that they didn't bother the two at the moment. Petal knew that Iris wouldn't mind the interruption, if it meant helping another. But they would probably appreciate the privacy. She made a note to herself, to speak to Iris as soon as she wasn't in the middle of a conversation with Alistair.
Letting her tail tip rest on the small ginger's shoulder, Petal gave the older molly a comforting purr. "It'll get better once the kits are here, Ember. Just you wait." As the last of the words left her mouth, she spotted Thistle and Micah enter the barn. Happiness filled her at the sight of the two toms. She let her gaze sweep around the barn, meeting the familiar bodies of each of her group. This was her family. This was her comfort. This was her home. She adored every single one of them. Including the newest members, Thistle and Ember. They belonged, just as much as she did herself.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Sept 22, 2020 17:48:40 GMT -5
(Gonna give this a bump, as well. 🤍)
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Post by little blu ♥ on Oct 1, 2020 18:12:32 GMT -5
Alistair in the barn - with Iris »»---------------------------«« Alistair listened to his mate's silence with a heavy feeling in his chest. He could almost hear her thinking, the wheels turning in her head as she processed and observed the barn around them. His own gaze moved to follow hers, landing on his daughter and Ember, who were chatting over a mouse. Food, shelter, stability, protection... this barn offered so many qualities that made it the perfect place to raise a family - which is exactly why his grandparents had settled here after their "clan" had been destroyed. Why was the starry cat so convinced that he needed to leave? There was nothing wrong with their home.
The brown and white tabby turned his head sharply - not sure he'd heard his mate quite right. He'd thought about asking his family to come along, in the few times of weakness when he thought about just leaving to make the dreams stop, but he'd never been able to make himself go through with it. Alistair couldn't offer them stability, shelter or food. His size and muscle, not to mention the long claws he kept sharpened for when dogs and geese wandered too close, would offer protection but that's all he had. The tom couldn't drag his mate, kits, and a pregnant couple into the unknown. Not when safety was right here.
"I'd be putting you all at risk. You'd all be in danger because I'm having strange dreams. Iris... I can't," the weight of leadership rested heavily on his shoulders. Alistair sat up, feeling too wound up to continue resting. Instead of joining the other four, he leaped up onto the window sill of the single small window in the loft, peering down at the barnyard below. All ways quiet, the sunlight stretching far as the eye could see. He rested his head against the glass, letting his green eyes slide closed.
Ember in the barn - with Petal »»---------------------------«« Ember smiled gratefully at the multicolored she-cat beside her, pleased to have made a friend of the younger feline. She'd been on her own a lot of her life, until she'd run into Thistle, then it had just been the two of them. The reddish furred molly couldn't deny the comfort that came with belonging to a larger group. It was incredible to have others to rely on. Purring lightly, the queen nodded with a smile. "You're right, I can't wait to meet them," she admitted, joy in her voice.
The barn cat had never considered being a mother before, it had simply never been in the card for her. Then she'd met her lovely mate and everything had changed. Suddenly a family didn't seem like such an abstract thought. Ember turned her head as the toms trotted in, her gaze instantly landing on Thistle. She padded forward to meet him and brushed her head against his chin, greeting him lovingly. "I wondered where you'd gotten off to," the molly purred, curling her tail over her stomach lightly.
Micah by the barn - with Thistle »»---------------------------«« The young tabby tom had a much less... calm approach to entering the barn, especially once he locked his blue-green gaze on his sister. A flare of mischief sparked to life in his eyes as he poured on the speed, darting through the barn. His powerful hind legs launched him off the ground, his large forepaws reaching for his sister, ready to tackle her to the ground. A playful growl rumbled in his chest as he rammed straight into her side, sending the siblings tumbling onto the floor. Micah snickered as he battered at Petal with his paws, ignoring the dust that was covering his fur and the ruckus he was making. Quiet dawns but wild mornings for this wild child. "Gotcha!" he taunted his litter-mate, flashing her a arrogant grin.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Oct 1, 2020 20:23:34 GMT -5
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Worry clouded Iris's amber gaze as she watched her troubled mate refuse once again to follow the direction of his dreams. There had been many days lately that the molly had seen a haunted and distracted look in her mates eyes. She couldn't help but with there was something she could do to guide him. The weight he must feel on his shoulders as he was haunted by dreams that told him to leave, only to return to the waking world and know he was looked up to by a barn full of cats that he felt the need to take care of. The silver, black and white mane coon couldn't help but feel like Alistair often forgot that he wasn't the only one capable of protecting the others. Their entire family was skillful with their claws, as well as smart enough to get themselves out of predicaments.
Letting out a troubled sigh, as she watched the brown and white tabby get to his paws and jump up into the windowsill of a window above them. Thinking it would be best to leave the tom to his thoughts, she turned to leave, hearing the obnoxious scuffling of her kits below them. She started towards the beam that she usually used to head down from the loft into the main section of the barn, only to stop and look back at her mate. "Just think about what I said, my love. You can ask the others. You know I will follow you, no matter where you go. Just remember. We can all take care of ourselves out there. But we are strongest together." With that, she slipped down into the main part of the barn to make sure her two rambunctious kits didn't get too out of hand.☽✧❆✧☾
A bought of laughter escaped Thistle as he watched Micah shoot off and tackle his sister down, pummeling at her with his large paws. His laughter subsided as the all too sweet scent of his mate, filled his nose. His gaze turned to meet hers, as the pretty little molly padded up to greet him. A thick purr erupted from the black and brown tabby as Ember's head brushed against his chin. His eyes softened happily as he nuzzled against the little orange molly, pulling her close to him with his tail. "Well, Good morning, My dear. I just needed some fresh air. I'm glad to see you awake. Did you eat anything yet.?" As he spoke, his tail brushed along her side, keeping his chin against the top of her head. He closed his eyes, enjoying her presence for a moment. Nothing was better than having Ember by his side every single day.☽✧❆✧☾
The excitement that had filled Petal the moment before at the sight of her brother, quickly turned to shock as the tabby tom came running at her. The multicolored molly didn't have a moment to react as Micah barreled into her side, causing her to go tumbling across the floor. Hay and dust clouded the air around them as she was tackled into the barn floor. A screech of surprise and anger exploded from Petal at the attack, something she should be used to by now. "Why you little.." The growl came out in almost a huff, as amber eyes met her brothers green ones. She drew back her lips in a threatening snarl, as she shifted beneath her brother. She bunched her legs up, before giving his stomach a mighty kick with her hind legs as she cuffed him aggressively over the ears with her large paws, flinging Micah off of her. She scrambled to her paws, diving straight for the toms back, grabbing his scruff tightly between her teeth. She gave the tabby a rough shake, pummeling his back with her hind paws, careful to keep her claws sheathed. "Now who has who.?" She muffled between his fur, knowing very well that Micah would overpower her again.
Of course, Micah was larger than his sister, but she was still quite large and had mighty power in her legs. And her growls and snarls, all came out of love and playfulness. The two were often found wrestling aggressively and obnoxiously together. It was quite often the morning routine, the quiet dawns, erupted into loud mornings. Normally, it didn't bother anyone. Often times their parents would observe them and guide them into how to fight each other. Which moves to use next, when to dart aside or duck. It kept their fighting moved sharp, as Iris would say. Her brother was much stronger than her, and skillful. Petal had more skills with hunting and learning from her mother, than fighting. Micah just happened to let her have a fun fight, before he would overpower her for good. She didn't mind though, it was fun to tussle with her brother, even if she lost most of the time.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Oct 21, 2020 15:04:12 GMT -5
[Bumping!]
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Post by little blu ♥ on Nov 10, 2020 23:26:36 GMT -5
Alistair in the barn - x »»---------------------------«« The soothing lilt of his mate's voice reached his ears, though he didn't outwardly show any sign that he'd heard. Alistair let out a tiny sigh, afraid to admit allowed how heavily this dream was weighing on him. He didn't want to sleep or think, he just wanted to exist with his family without this cloud hovering over him. The light brown tabby felt sick, his stomach churning harshly as he listened to the sound of his mate padding away. A large part of him wanted to follow after Iris, to get his energetic kittens in line and begin the day on a less sour note. However, that didn't appear to be in the cards for him. A deep ache began to form between his ears, and he pressed his face closer to the cool glass, enjoying the chill against his heated fur.
Ember in the barn - with Thistle »»---------------------------«« The tiny molly purred so intensely, her body trembled with it, wrapping herself tightly against her Thistle. His tail curled over her never failed to make her feel so safe, like nothing in the world could ever harm her. The nuzzle she received warmed her from nose to tail-tip. There was no doubt Ember was head over heels for the brown tabby - though it had taken her quite a while to admit that. She had been much more defensive and harsh when she'd met her match in Thistle all those moons ago. Her adoration for him and the love and friendship she'd found here definitely had softened him. "Morning," she greeted, her voice warmer than the blazing summer sun. Ember frowned a bit, guiltily at his next question, wondering if she should have tried harder. At the thought of trying to eat though, her stomach pitched uncomfortably. She'd definitely have to talk with Isis about some type of herbs to maybe help alleviate this gross feeling. "No, I haven't. I caught a mouse but my stomach has been a bit upset this morning," Ember admitted quietly, burying her nose into the chest of her mate. His scent was so comforting, it was home.
She had to laugh at the antics of the young felines, rolling her blue eyes. She wondered if their kits would be half as energetic as those two goof-balls. Part of Ember hoped that they wouldn't be, at least this early in the morning, but another part of her wanted them to be just as happy and playful. "Who do you think will win this round?" she asked her mate, peeking at the overgrown kits rolling across the floor from her Thistle cocoon.
Micah by the barn - with Petal »»---------------------------«« Petal's "threatening" snarl only brought a challenging grin to his face, shaking his head furiously when she managed to cuff him across his ears. A wild laugh escaped his maw as his sister threw him off and the athletic tom instantly rolled to his paws, his hind-quarters wriggling high in the air. The tabby's tail was whipping back and forth, pupils nearly eclipsing the blue green color of his irises. He loved a good challenge and though his sister usually preferred to hunt or help their mother with her herbs, the molly was nothing to sneeze at. Which was proven when Micah felt the teeth dig into his scruff. The shake brought a loud, deep play growl from the tom's throat, his black tipped ears flattening to his head. "So sure of yourself," he scoffed, letting his legs go limp beneath him, collapsing onto his side before rolling onto his back, crushing his sister beneath his larger bulk. Letting himself rest there for a moment, just to rub it in, he suddenly rolled off his litter-mate. "Not so tough now are ya?" he asked, pinning his sister with firm paws before delivering a "killing-bite" to the side of her neck.
"Thistle was going to head to the pond with me, wanna come?" he asked, panting as he licked his sister's cheek obnoxiously - but also lovingly - before pulling away. Micah lifted one of his large paws and licked at it, proud that he'd managed to best his sister, at least he had this time. He wasn't too arrogant to think that he was better than Petal, they just had different strengths.
Lion's Feather near the pond - with her family »»---------------------------«« The creamy golden bengal walked carefully beside her mother and Falcon's Claw, who was struggling to support his barely conscious brother. The poor kid had lost a lot of blood, the gaping wound on his shoulder barely covered with the leaves they had stuffed against it. Still, it had been the best they could do as they escaped from the clutches of Jagged Strike and his gang of rogues. Her green gaze flared in anger at just the memory of the suffering that tom had put her tiny family through. Lion's Feather had grown up with Falcon's Claw and his family - they shared an alley together. They'd always been close. Losing the brother's parents had been the last straw however.
Glancing at her mother, then over to the suffering Wild Thunder and her concern settled like a stone in her stomach, fueling her frustration. They needed a place to rest, at least to better attend to the poor golden brown tom's wound. "Mother, we need to rest," she said quietly, casting a pointed glance at the struggling toms. Though it was hard to stop, to feel safe even for a moment while on the run, Lion's Feather was convinced that they needed to slow down. "I can hear fresh water nearby, we should at least scope that out," she offered, pointing with her tail in the direction of the splashes from water fowl.
Wild Thunder near the pond - with his family »»---------------------------«« The tom gritted his teeth so tightly, his jaw ached from the effort. Still, every step sent a searing pain up his leg, centering in his shoulder. Wild Thunder had suffered plenty of wounds before in his young life and bore the scars to prove it, but this was one of the worst injuries he'd ever gotten. Plus, it couldn't have come at a worse time. The golden tan tabby leaned heavily on Falcon's Claw for support, thankful that his brother was by his side. He couldn't allow himself to think of his parents - not now. A hiss escaped his lips, violet eyes flaring with pain. "If I ever see, Twisted Tooth again, I'll rip his ears off," he mumbled, his voice weak from the blood loss.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Apr 17, 2021 10:11:04 GMT -5
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Apr 17, 2021 13:45:23 GMT -5
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