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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 16, 2020 22:26:25 GMT -5
(Ahhh! I knoooww. <3 I can’t wait until Chervil and Winter decide to have kittens! I know that’s probably a long time down the road, but that’s ok!)
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 16, 2020 23:06:52 GMT -5
OMG! Too freaking cute!!!!
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 17, 2020 14:45:12 GMT -5
Snowy wanted to say that she already had a place picked out, and that everything would be straightforward, but that wasn't true. There had been no time to plan anything. "I don't know." She replied honestly. "I'm hoping I can find someplace sheltered, if possible." The truth was she had no real idea what to do to survive in the wild...outside of what Eagle had told her. "We need to find water." She meowed more confidently as her former mate's words returned to her.
Adder let out a gruff snort of amusement. "Then maybe I should stay back." He purred. "If the kittypets see big fierce me lumbering towards them, they'll probably run all the way back to their twoleg nests." Though he was joking, he did wonder exactly what kind of reception they would get. And he wasn't entirely sure he liked the implications.
The kit pressed himself tightly against the tree root he was gripping, fur bushed out in fear. He was an older kit, about 4 or 5 moons, with a spotted black and white pelt. He had no idea where he was. He had finally escaped that horrible nest, only to find himself in a terrifying and dark forest. His fur was shabby and littered with bruises, his paws hurt from walking, and he was starving. The tight twoleg tendril around his neck, shiny and hard, and of the same material as the fence, made things worse. He had tried to remove it, without avail. It was far too hard to bite through. Slowly, he let out a plaintive new, too scared and miserable to go on.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 17, 2020 14:53:43 GMT -5
Winter purred, her face warming up a bit as Chervil cast a look back at her, his words made her feel safe - and not only that, she felt special enough to be included in their group. Special to be mentioned, it made her feel as giddy as a kitten. She bounced with each step, tail flicking high in the air, and her tufted blue ears perked. Though, that's when a faint sound reached her, it sounded like cats talking? Her ears swiveled towards the direction the voices were coming from, it was quiet and far away, but she was sure she heard it. She slowed her pace, looking towards the group and then towards the undergrowth. "I think I hear someone."
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 18, 2020 9:30:50 GMT -5
Whisp chuckled at Adders comment. "Well maybe if you put a nice smile on your face, the kittypets would be as intimidated" she teased as they walked along. When Winter spoke up saying that she had heard someone the creamy molly left Adders side and moved up to the front of the patrol curiously, ears perked and straining to hear. Whisp barley caught anything but managed to hear the tail end of a conversation. "It sounds female", she whispered looking to her companions and then to Winter. Her tail flicked curiously, before she looked back at the undergrowth. "Hello, is someone there?" She called out.
Lichen was just about to bound after Fern, when the sound of a pitiful mew echoed through the forest. "Fern! Did you hear that? It sounded... like a kit?" He meowed in a surprised but confused tone. Lifting his nose up to the breeze, the tabby tom began to scent the air and sure enough there was the scent of a kit. Rushing forth Lichen followed his nose until he came upon the defeated body of a little black and white cat. Approaching cautiously Lichen spoke up, "Are you lost little one? Where is your mother?", he questioned. What mother would leave a poor defenseless kit alone in the middle of the woods. Sadly from the look of the kits appearance it had been a while since anyone cared for him.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 19, 2020 2:27:04 GMT -5
The kit looked up hopefully as he heard a voice, and soon spotted Lichen. Slowly, he shook his head. "My mother is...gone. I don't have anyone." He responded blearily. He was clearly hungry, and some of his cuts and bruises looked nasty. With no one else to put his faith in, he wobbled over to Lichen on short little legs and pressed against his leg, shivering. "Do you...do you have anything to eat?" He asked shakily.
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renaissance
♥ 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 ♥
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Post by renaissance on Oct 19, 2020 6:37:03 GMT -5
Rosy grumbled to herself as she trudged along after the older she-cat. She tripped over the undergrowth several times, obviously not accustomed to walked through the forest over roots and rugged ground. Her paw pads were already beginning to hurt. And Snowy didn't even know where they would go! She could be cuddled up in her bed next to the sunny window right now enjoying a peaceful nap, but instead she was padding after her housemate to their death. She opened her mouth, about to complain once again, when she heard a voice nearby. The small calico nearly jumped out of her fur, rushing to Snowy's side and flattening her ears. "No! Go away! If you attack us I'll rip off your tail!" She hissed in the direction of the voice, tail swishing. Obviously she had to protect Snowy.
Chervil's happy gait slowed down when Winter announced that she heard someone as well as Whisp. His ears twitched and his jaws parted slightly, drinking in the scents. He could faintly smell the strangers. It seemed there were two cats nearby. "Be friendly, but ready to defend ourselves." He whispered as he watched call out to them. They did need to establish their territory, hopefully the cats would not be hostile about it. There was a good chance that these were kittypets too, given how close they were to the two-leg place. His whiskers twitched slightly when he heard the small voice responding to his companion. "Come join us, we just want to talk." He meowed, hopefully in a reassuring and friendly voice.
Fern's smile faltered when she heard Lichen's exclaim and quickly took off through the undergrowth after him, rushing towards the source of the sound that he'd heard as she scented the air. She slowed to a stop once they reached the tree, looking at the kit huddled against the trunk. He looked pitiful, covered in scratches and bruises and he looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in quite a while. Now she wished that she and Lichen had actually hunted when they first set out. Studying the kit, she bumped lightly against Lichen's flank. "Stay with him, I'll go hunt and be right back." She murmured before turning and hurrying away. It wouldn't take her long to find one piece of prey for the lonely kit.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 19, 2020 10:02:53 GMT -5
Lichen couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for not having caught any prey yet. The pair had been out hunting long enough to catch something, yet they had empty paws. But how was he supposed to know they would happen upon a lost kit, he had just simply been enjoying his time with Fern. As his companion offered to go hunt real quick Lichen nodded and moved close to the kit. "Come close little one and warm yourself, Fern should be back quite soon with something to eat. She is quite a skilled hunter", he meowed trying to make small talk as he sniffed the kits pelt for any open wounds.
《I will wait for Snowys response before I post for Whisp》
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Oct 19, 2020 15:51:49 GMT -5
Snowy's fur bristled apprehensively at first, but as the voices came closer, she relaxed slightly. They were clearly cats, and they didn't sound hostile. Snowy let her tail run along Rosy's spine, calming her down. "Easy, Rosy." She murmured. As brave as her companion was, she was acutely aware that if things came to a fight, they were severely outmatched, and in her current state, she couldn't run. "I'm Snowy, and this is my friend Rosy. Who are you?" She asked curiously, her tone neutral but guarded.
The kit looked up at Lichen with wide eyes. It was clear that he had been wronged in the past, because he didn't look like he completely trusted the older cat. Rather, he had no choice but to depend on him, and hope he wasn't like others he had known. "What's your name?" He asked tentatively.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 22, 2020 11:07:50 GMT -5
"Its nice to meet you Snowy" Whisp purred with a smile as they drew near. The creamy white molly stepped even closer than the others to tentatively sniff out the newcomers. "I'm Whisp, and these are my companions Winter, Chervil, and Adder." She meowed in a cheery fashion as he pointed with her whispy tail to each of her friends. "What brings you out into the forest so heavy with kits? This is a dangerous place even if you know how to defend yourself." It was obvious by the queen and her companions soft scents that they were kittypets and from Rosys reaction unaccustomed to dealing with others in such a wild environment.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 22, 2020 11:13:51 GMT -5
Lichen could see the kits hesitation and didnt press, instead he used his claws to rip up the soft moss that was underfoot until in was a nice big fluffy ball before pushing it close to the kit. Something to help warm him up while they waited for Fern to return. As he did this he responded. "My name is Lichen, and Fern is the sweet thing who left to fetch you something to eat. We live out here in the forest, once you learn how to survive in such a wild place you will never find a better place to settle in" he meowed just trying to make small talk until Fern came back.
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Post by Morior on Oct 22, 2020 11:26:46 GMT -5
Yarrow shrank back into the bushes, watching the tortoiseshell she-cat catch the stoat faster than he could. He was still quite a distance and had only caught its scent before he heard the she-cat's pounce. He shook himself and walked backwards out of the bush then turned to be on his way, trying to catch more prey-scents on the air. His short sleek pelt slipped through the undergrowth easily without getting caught on the branches. He only caught the scent of multiple cats in the direction the she-cat went with the stoat. His tall ears pricked curiously, he hadn't seen more than two cats hunting together in moons. What kind of group is this? He started to pad downwind.
Yarrow - 31 moons - skinny long-legged tom, short white pelt with light grey on his front paws and ear-tips, dull yellow-green eyes
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 9:26:37 GMT -5
Yarrow slipped out of the undergrowth next to a stream and lapped at the water. It wasn't until he raised his head that he noticed a light gray cat sitting on the other side. A lot of cats around here... too many for hunting to be good right now, he thought. He looked both up- and downstream, debating on which direction to take.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 10:04:53 GMT -5
Yarrow smelled vole and watched the she-cat across the stream catch one. He watched her begin to eat for a moment, his stomach aching as he turned to run upstream. He crossed the stream with a bound and entered another thickly forested area further north. He stopped and scented the air for prey. He crept up the slope silently, listening for anything.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 10:16:55 GMT -5
Yarrow crept under a bush and froze when he saw a rabbit before him in a clearing. The rabbit turned its head towards him then went into a sprint, alerted by his scent. Already too late to stalk it, he gave chase as it ran back downstream to where the thick forest opened up to flatter ground, where he guessed its burrow might be. He pushed himself faster determinedly and leaped before the rabbit could reach an entrance in the ground, digging his claws into the rabbit's fur and dragging it backwards before he killed it. He let it fall from his jaws and crouched down shakily, trying to catch his breath.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 10:38:56 GMT -5
Yarrow looked around the horizon cautiously for any sign of any other cat. He pushed himself to his paws slowly and tried to lift the rabbit but it was too heavy. He'd have to eat it where he was. He started to eat white gazing around nearly after every bite hoping no other rogue or loner would come challenge him for the prey, he knew currently he wouldn't be able to fight them off. He ate quickly, which eventually just made him feel even worse. He crouched and debated what to do with the rest of the rabbit. Picking it up in his jaws, he made his way slowly back towards the stream.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 12:23:41 GMT -5
Yarrow carried the half-eaten rabbit to the side of the stream, wondering if there was some place he could bury it for later or if he could leave it for another cat. He jumped across the stream more cautiously this time and started pawing through some of the stones by the stream's bank. He pushed two rocks apart carefully and stuffed the half-eaten rabbit underneath, then covered it up again. He took another drink from the stream before padding over to the trees.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 12:44:58 GMT -5
The white tom sank down under her weight into a crouch and rolled, attempting to shake her off. He hissed in surprise and bit into the fur of her shoulder, pulling to drag her off of his back. When he got free he started into a run down the bank of the stream, nearly tripping on a few stones in his hurry.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 12:53:45 GMT -5
He slowed quickly, unable to run very far before he stopped on one of the rocks by the stream. Yarrow stared back worried to know if she had followed him, but she had given up. He growled at her remark. "It's not being scared, it's called picking your battles." he muttered. Feeling shaken he laid down on the rock, feeling the warmth of the sun as he caught his breath, but he kept an eye open in case the she-cat followed.
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Post by Morior on Oct 23, 2020 13:20:35 GMT -5
Yarrow tried not to show it, but he caught her scent again. "Are you planning on spending the whole day pouncing on others like an ill-mannered kit?" he called up to her, not moving from where he was resting on the rock, though his tail started to lash back and forth in annoyance.
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