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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 20, 2020 16:31:35 GMT -5
Bat had bared his sharp fangs to the large molly who was one of the only in the room who had compared in size to the large, muscular tom himself. The hackles along his shoulders began to bristle as he growled, more than willing to chase her and her group out over lesser things than her back talking. But, before a real fight could break out, Pinewhisker's words made him calm slightly. He had kept his cold eyes glued on Brighttail, but his ears perked up again, and his hackles smoothened. They would fight their own battles, sure - but what if when they lost? The cynical tom itched to growl these words to the group, but instead he only meddled with them in his mind. He finally tore his glare away from Brighttail, letting his eyes sweep towards his sister, then to the mother and her new born children. He knew that if they were sent to travel only a few hours after being born that they would likely catch their death out in the early leaf-bare chill. Wheat's eyes looked up to him, saddened, and the pang of guilt just that look shook through him was enough for Bat to make up his mind. With a sigh he looked to Pinewhisker, taking a step towards him.
"Stay until you're ready and able to leave. There's plenty of prey around the barn, and outside of it. You should have no trouble, if you have any semblance of how to hunt." His tone was still bitter, but it was probably easy to believe the grey tom always sounded like that, regardless of the situation. Wheat's frown grew into a smile as she looked at her brother, puffing her fluffy chest out with pride. "And if there is to be a battle, I couldn't stand by and let it happen." He flexed his claws into the dirt floor. He didn't bother to mention the part that he was only going to help because he wasn't confident in any of these cat's skills to fend of invaders. "Blight and I will aid you." He spoke up louder, his low voice reverberating around the room. A tiny squeak was heard from the upstairs, followed by a scampering of claws as Blight reluctantly made his way back down the stairs.
As Frecklewind cried out that she smelled her ex-mate, everyone's pelts bristled. Wheat, though not knowing who this Redwolf was, could easily guess that this meant trouble. Bat gave her a look, that silent command of go hide and stay safe that she knew all too well. The small molly trotted upstairs, peeking up through the windowsill. Past the gloom, her eyes had adjusted, she could see what looked like a patrol of cats far in the distance stalking on the moorland. She ducked back down, calling through the floorboards, "I see some cats... They're off in the distance!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 16:39:19 GMT -5
Fogstripe, Galepaw, Brighttail
“That’d be them, I suppose.” Fogstripe had taken to grooming himself, and finished off with a quick swipe behind his ears before standing, his claws unsheathing. “Guess that’s our cue. Those mousebrains have forgotten that we’ve been fighting our entire lives as well!” He snorted.
“Can I help?” Galepaw stood quickly, turning away from the kits with his eyes wide. Despite his words, he was shaking slightly- he’d never been in a battle before, and he was filled with a sudden rush of fear. Brighttail sighed, already considering how to turn him down- no doubt Pinewhisker would agree he should sit this one out, but decided to leave that refusal to his mentor.
“Don’t worry.” She called to Wheat in her most reassuring tone. “We’ll shred their ears off, and see if that doesn’t send them scampering back hom with their tails between their legs.”
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Post by Zz on Oct 20, 2020 17:41:29 GMT -5
Frecklewind shifted now, forcing herself to her paws despite the exhaustion that screamed in every bone of her body. "Galepaw. You can stay here and watch the kits." The queen took a few steps forward, her eyes darting around. "I wanna try and reason with Redwolf and the patrol first. If there's anyone he might listen to it's me... my sons deserve to have their father in their life."
(I'm gonna have it where Redwolf ends up attacking her and then Brighttail can jump at him and they fight and she gets to kill jim. That okee?))
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Post by fire on Oct 20, 2020 17:42:51 GMT -5
Stormclaw Tom | RidgeClan | 23 moons Tags:
Stormclaw couldn't wait any longer. "Let's go!" he yowled, and without looking back, he rushed out of the barn, black fur ruffled by the wind. He took a look at the horizon, and could already make out the pelts and shapes of the cats as they drew closer and closer to the barn. Growling, he padded forward, meeting them around the half-way point. Stretching himself so that he was at his full height, he faced his opponents, tail lashing, fur bristling. Spitting he said, "What do you want?" He noticed that the leader, deputy, and a couple warriors he recognized as Cypressway and Redwolf. He wasn't daunted by them though. In his battling days, he'd trained day and night to become the best warrior he could be, and even when he lost interest, he still kept his training as an facade to have the others think he still loved battling. "If you've come to take us back, we're not going. Leave. Now."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 17:43:53 GMT -5
((sounds good!!))
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 20, 2020 17:55:06 GMT -5
Pinewhisker gave Bat a curt nod, when he finally relented. "Thank you." Just as he was about to say more Frecklewind called out to them about catching the scent of her mate on the breeze that trickled into the barn through the broken boards. Instantly he looked back to Brighttail, "Let's meet them on the moor and finish this once and for all." Looking over at Fogstripe and Stormclaw he beckoned them close with his stubbed tail. "Tonight we fight to finalize our freedom and secure our futures. Whitewhisp you should stay here with Galepaw." Turning to look at his apprentice the warrior knew that this battle was not for the faint of heart and that Nettlestar and his gang would be out for blood. He could not risk the death of his apprentice. "I need you to protect the new kits. Their lifes are just as important as ours, just be careful that one of them doesn't try to sneak in to steal the kits. Don't let me down." Trotting over to the barns entrance he left his apprentice and gathered with the others. When Stormclaw signaled he raced out of the barn keeping stride with the warrior.
Nettlestar was fascinated that the patrol had turned round to meet them out on the moor. "I guess they're not cowards after all", he commented with a synical chuckle as the patrol approached. The clan leader came to a halt once they were mere tail lengths away, back arched and teeth bared. "You know what we want, give us the kits!" He hissed, tone demanding as ever. "We know Frecklewind has kitted, dont try to convince us she hasn't. We can smell the difference in here scent trail."
Whitewhisp nodded and moved to surround the kits after Frecklewind went to join the patrol. As much as the young queen wished to object she knew there was no stopping her. Gently nuzzling Mousekit and Ferretkit into her belly the molly began to gently purr hoping that would keep the kits in a mild manner.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 18:00:09 GMT -5
Fogstripe, Galepaw, Brighttail
Galepaw seemed pleased to have been given an important task and nodded curtly, standing alert at Whitewisp’s side with his claws unsheathed, ready to fight off any intruders who made it that far.
As the patrols met in the middle of the field, Brighttail felt that familiar itch of tension, the kind when a fight was just heartbeats away frombreaking out. As Nettlestar spoke, her tail twitched in agitation, and she gave a low growl.
“As if they belong to foxhearts like you...” She hissed, working hard to restrain herself- if Frecklewind wanted to speak to Redwolf first, she’d give him the chance. Fogstripe was already watching them through narrowed eyes, and it was clear he thought this was a bad idea, but he held still, permitting it.
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Post by Zz on Oct 20, 2020 18:20:46 GMT -5
Frecklewind padded forward slowly through the others, standing tall as she looked into the eyes of her mate. "Redwolf, my love. Don't do this. Come with me. Our sons deserve to have a father." She smiled softly at the tom, hoping to get through to the kind and loving tom he had been at one time.
Redwolf snarled, his lips curling into a devilish grin. "They do deserve to have a father. But you, you can die." With that the deep ginger tom jumped at her, his claws outstretched and aimed for her neck.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 20, 2020 18:31:45 GMT -5
Wheat peeked back out through the window, jumping up upon the edge. The wind blew through her fur, carrying with it the cold of leaf bare, and the prickling sensation of dread. She watched as cats marched out of the barn and met them halfway along the moore, behind them her brother and Blight trudged forward. Her heart twisted with worry. StarClan please keep them safe... She prayed, though doubtful that her desperate plea would reach them. As much as she wanted to race out there and help, she knew that her small, meek body would be decimated.
Bat flexed his claws in and out of the grass as he marched forward with the others. He rolled his shoulders, stretching lightly as they walked to prepare his body for battle. He knew full well he might be leaving this fight bloodied and bruised, but he was all adamant on coming out of it alive. Just as he had in every battle before, he didn't think, he knew he was going to win. He didn't speak to the others, he only glared daggers into the clan cats across the way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 18:34:50 GMT -5
Brighttail
As soon as Redwolf lunged, the tension in Brighttail’s body unwound violently. Her hind legs thrust back to launch herself forward into his path, knocking him to the side in a violent, snarling knot of fur and claws. She was aware of deep scratches being scored down her shoulders and her ears being swiped at, but her field of vision was overcome with rage- this worthless foxheart had tried to attack a queen who had just kitted.
She next felt a strange tang in her mouth, moisture and fur and meat, and she realized that Redwolf had stopped making noise. He was a heavy weight in her jaws now, hanging by his neck between her teeth, and it finally occured to her that he was gone. Her heart was still pounding with fury, and she wanted this over with before she could feel regret for his death, so she heaved him up and tossed him at the patrol, where he landed in front of Nettlestar.
“Take your crowfood and go. The only future you have for your clan is one drowning in blood, and if you won’t change your mind, I’ll happily oblige that vision.” She snarled, her lip curled back, exposing her blood-stained teeth.
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Post by fire on Oct 20, 2020 18:39:00 GMT -5
Stormclaw Tom | RidgeClan | 23 moons Tags: Bat, Blight, Brighttail
His heart froze. He watched as Redwolf launched himself at Frecklewind in slow motion. How? How dare he? The mother of his kits, who still had a need for their mother? They didn't even know where she was, they didn't even know if she'd make it out of this battle alive. Rage flared in his heart, his mind, and his soul, until he felt himself slipping into the warrior he'd once been. This time, however, he relished the role. Looking back at the loners that accompanied them, he said with a slight off-kilter tone and smile, "Let's see what you can do." Turning back, he launched himself at Nettlestar, no hesitation in his pounce. If he took out the leader here and now, perhaps the others would be scared off, and not want to bother with the escapees. He lunged for the scruff of his neck, but still had enough self-control to know not to kill. Instead, using the strength in his shoulders, he tossed the leader a few tail-lengths away.
While he was disoriented, Stormclaw pounced again, this time landing on the leader's back. His foreclaws dug into the leader's shoulders, while his hindclaws scratched his flank. He was determined to end this fight as quickly as possible.
A thud sounded behind them.
Stormclaw watched as Redwolf lay in the dirt, unmoving. Looking up, he saw Brighttail standing, a look in her eyes that he knew all too well, that he was sure his opponents had seen reflected in his eyes as he fought them. She'd killed him. Nettlestar stretched to see the fallen warrior, and managed to wriggle out of the black tom's grasp while he was distracted. Stormclaw looked at the leader, seeing the wounds that he'd tore across his body. But his rage wasn't done yet. "You heard her," he snarled. "Leave! Before I..." His voice trailed off. He didn't want to finish that sentence. The sharpness in his dark blue eyes seemed to ease as he began to feel more like himself. "I..." His voice trailed off again. Trying to keep his composure, he said, "Leave. Now. This isn't a battle you can win."
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Post by Zz on Oct 20, 2020 18:51:36 GMT -5
Frecklewind stared at the body of Redwolf, her eyes wide as she stepped forward and placed a paw to his fur, her eyes filled with grief. "I'm sorry it had to come to this." Not wanting to see the rest of what happened the queen turned and made her way back to the barn to take her place by her kits. She was all they had now.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 20, 2020 19:08:30 GMT -5
Despite Nettlestars prowess on the battlefield, he struggled to stand his ground against the much younger Stormclaw. "Traitor!" He hissed slicing at the warrior with a fury of claws. Much to his surprise Stormclaw somehow managed to throw him and just as he tried to recover the tom pounced on him again. Relentless, just like he taught him to be. When a thud sounded behind them and Stormclaw strained to look Nettlestar saw his chance a slipped from his grasp pulling away and doing his best to recover. Only after a few short pants did he realize what the thud was. It was Redwolf, slumped over on the ground dead as a mouse. Now they were officially out numbered and ther was no chance of them winning. "If I ever see you on clan territory again, I will kill you myself." Though he doubted he would ever see any of them again the clan leader still had to make a threat. "I hope you guys freeze to death this leafbare, he growled before backing away lashing his tail for Cypresssway and Swiftfoot to follow.
Once the fighting started Pinewhisker didn't hesitate to leap into battle squaring up with Swiftfoot. The deputy was a solid match and the two began to spare like hares up on their hind legs. Then quick as a flash the russet tom ducked down and dove straight into the black and white toms belly, jaws agape. Pinewhisker ripped into Swiftfoots belly staining his white fur red and causing him to release a yowl in pain. Swiftfoot then curled around him tearing him his shoulder until Pinewhisker finally released and swatted the tom away. Just as he was about to dive back into battle with the deputy he cast a look over to his comrades and found Redwolf to be dead and the fight to seemingly have halted. Backing away the dappled tom limped over to stand beside Brighttail. Swiftfoot looked at his dead clanmate in horror and when Nettlestar signaled for them to retreat he moved awkwardly forwards and retrieved Redwolfs body before leaving, Cypresssway moving to his side to help.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 20, 2020 19:10:08 GMT -5
《Once everyone settles in for the night to rest I will do a small time skip, something like a week or so where the kits would be strong enough to travel. The group will the move on to pass through the huge twoleg village. 》
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 19:19:46 GMT -5
Fogstripe, Brighttail
“As if we’d come back, anyways! Hope you guys all wipe each other out!” Fogstripe yowled after them. “Cowards.” He added, in a quieter voice. They were happy to try and kill queens, but ran with their tails between their legs as soon as they were outnumbered. He glanced cautiously at Brighttail, who was still breathing heavily, though she was swiping her tongue over her lips and teeth now to clean them off.
She finally sat down heavily, leaning against Pinewhisker. She knew she’d feel guilt for his later- she had just killed Redwolf, and yet the whole reason they left was that they wouldn’t have to kill anymore. For now, though, she was just exhausted. She wanted to curl up in a next with Pinewhisker and forget the world around them even existed.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 19:20:36 GMT -5
((might make two kittypet characters for later one of which is nonbinary))
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Post by Zz on Oct 20, 2020 19:27:59 GMT -5
I still gotta finish my babs. Lol))
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Post by fire on Oct 20, 2020 19:35:32 GMT -5
Might make a rogue cat that they could run into//
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 20:48:20 GMT -5
Valentine Kittypet Bigender (He/Him, She/Her), AMAB || 21 Moons Valentine is a white, short-furred cat with peculiar black dapples and gold eyes. As a kit, she was jet-black with white spotting, but due to a case of vitiligo, the white spotting has expanded as he’s grown older. He has unusually long whiskers that curl slightly at the ends. Valentine is loud and energetic, with a smug demeanor. He comes off as quite confident and flirty, and enjoys flustering others, and will often go out of his way to annoy overly-serious cats. She gets frustrated quite easily when things don’t go his way, and he despises being ignored. He has an interest in herbs. Lives in the same home as Hart.
Hart Kittypet Male || 7 Moons Hart is a tortoiseshell tom with medium-length fur. He has his ginger patches over his chest in a heart-shaped splotch, several splotches on his back and legs, and a ginger spot over his right eye. His eyes are bright green. Hart is a scrappy young tom, often starting fights he can’t win and getting into arguments with any cat he can. Many find him a bit frustrating to deal with, especially as he seems dedicated to defying authority, but he will lsiten to any cat that he finds worth his respect. Lives in the same home as Valentine. He tends to hang out with alley cats and loners, and often gets into fights.
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Post by fire on Oct 21, 2020 14:50:26 GMT -5
Stormclaw Tom | RidgeClan | 23 moons Tags: Everyone
Stormclaw looked around at the group as Nettlestar and his cats ran away. He stood, panting, waiting as he slowly regained his senses and shook his head. Finally, they would be left in peace, free to pursue whatever life they wanted. He trudged back to the others with a triumphant gleam in his eye, quickly hiding his growing insecurity that he had let his inner emotions take over. Without a word, he looked around at all of them and began to pad back toward the barn, wanting nothing more than to lie down in a nest and go to sleep. He hoped that the loners would be more welcoming, specifically Bat and Blight. Entering the barn, he looked at Wheat, who was still sitting near the window, and he was suddenly self-conscious of his dirty pelt. Thankfully, he didn't have any wounds; he'd easily beaten Nettlestar once he'd been enraged. Padding toward her he said, "They're gone."
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 21, 2020 19:32:24 GMT -5
Pinewhisker "Come", he meowed softly to Brighttail giving her a few licks to the neck, "I think it's time we all bedded down for the night." Casting his green gaze to the others he stood up, "Thank you Bat for standing with us. I know you didnt have to, but we appreciate the support." Pinewhisker was doing his best to make sure that him and his group stayed in the good graces of their hosts, and if extending a little bit a gratitude was all it took the russet tom wouldn't allow his pride to get in the way. As they made their way back across the open moor land and I to the barn, the dappled bobtail couldn't help but cast a look over his should to where Nettlestar and his companions were last seen. Hopefully that was the last time they ever had to lay eyes on such bloodthirsty cats. Reaching the barn he slipped right in and made a nest close to the barn entrance where he could easily see out of it, yet still be sheltered from the harsh cold bite of leafbare.
Whitewhisp The young white molly had done a wonderful job keeping the newborn kits warm and quiet as the others left to chase the clan cats back home. Inwardly Whitewhisp prayed to Starclan to protect Frecklewind knowing that full well that there was no convincing Redwolf of anything. The tom had become a bitter vengeful tom towards anyone who crossed his will. It wasn't long and the group began to trickle back into the barn. "What happened?" She questioned curiously.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 21, 2020 19:33:49 GMT -5
Valentine Kittypet Bigender (He/Him, She/Her) || 21 Moons Valentine is a white, short-furred cat with peculiar black dapples and gold eyes. As a kit, she was jet-black with white spotting, but due to a case of vitiligo, the white spotting has expanded as he’s grown older. He has unusually long whiskers that curl slightly at the ends. Valentine is loud and energetic, with a smug demeanor. He comes off as quite confident and flirty, and enjoys flustering others, and will often go out of his way to annoy overly-serious cats. She gets frustrated quite easily when things don’t go his way, and he despises being ignored. He has an interest in herbs. Lives in the same home as Hart. Hart Kittypet Male || 7 Moons Hart is a tortoiseshell tom with medium-length fur. He has his ginger patches over his chest in a heart-shaped splotch, several splotches on his back and legs, and a ginger spot over his right eye. His eyes are bright green. Hart is a scrappy young tom, often starting fights he can’t win and getting into arguments with any cat he can. Many find him a bit frustrating to deal with, especially as he seems dedicated to defying authority, but he will lsiten to any cat that he finds worth his respect. Lives in the same home as Valentine. He tends to hang out with alley cats and loners, and often gets into fights. Accepted but could you please include Valentines birth gender as to make things less confusing. Other than that they look wonderful!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2020 19:38:14 GMT -5
((edited to include Valentines agab!))
Fogstripe, Galepaw, Brighttail
Brighttail leaned heavily on Pinewhisker as they walked back to the barn, wincing slighhtly at the stinging from her shredded ears and clawed shoulders. She felt exhausted, physically and emotionally, and let her head shut down with Pinewhisker guiding her along. As they returned to the barn, Galepaw stood, ears pricked at the scent of blood, and he shifted uncomfortably at the sticky red fluid matting her neck and chest fur.
“Fecklewind’s foxheart of a mate is dead.” Fogstripe responded to Whitewisp’s question bluntly. He had no concern over it- it’s not like he knew the tom, and from what he had seen, he’d been a waste of space, anyways. A tom who would attack his mate wasn’t worth anything. “Brighttail ripped his throat out, and Nettlestar and his pack of cowards turned tail and fled. We’re done with them.”
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Post by Zz on Oct 21, 2020 20:36:03 GMT -5
Frecklewind winced at Fogstripe's blunt words out a slow, soft sigh. "There was nothing left of the tom I had fallen in love with." She felt a tear fall from her eye as she took her place beside her kits and curled around them, shutting herself off from everyone for the moment.
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Post by Zz on Oct 21, 2020 22:12:54 GMT -5
● Unnamed(was never given a name) Loner Tom || 4 moons This little boy is a small, fluffy thing with sleek, feather soft long fur. He is mainly white with slight lilac points, mainly along his paws, nose, and ears. His eyes are a clear, bright baby blue that have a ring of black around them, making the color stand out even more. He has white whiskers, a black nose and paw pads, and white claws. His fur lengthens along his tail and he ahs tufts of fur sprouting from his ears. Having been abandoned by his family as soon as he was old enough to walk to talk, this tom lacks social skills and has a very limited vocabulary. He has trouble forming his thoughts into sentences and is very wary ands cared of any and all strangers because before they abandoned him, his family taught him that everyone was an enemy and that he could never trust a single soul in this world. This kit was never given a name, instead only taught to never trust for the world was your enemy. His parents through him out when he was 2 moons old and he has been fighting to survive ever since but it has been tough since he is such a young cat. Zz ● Moonstone Loner She-cat || 230 moons Moonstone use to be one of the most beautiful cats, but that was many, many seasons ago. Her silver tabby pelt has faded greatly to make her nearly white, her old colors only showing through on her head, legs, and chest. She has a deep pink nose and paw pads along with a mixture of both black and white whiskers and her claws are almost the same, each one starting as black before turning white at the tips. The reason this she-cat is no longer beautiful? That would be because of what age has done not to her fur, but to her skin. Her once beautiful self is not hindered by layers of sagging skin along her face, belly, and back. This skin covers her pale green eyes for the most part and hangs heavy, making her slow and uncoordinated. This cat is the epitome of age. Over 19 years old this she-cat seems as though she will be eternal, and in a way she will. Even though she is so old, this she-cat has a connection to the past and to the ancestors of our world that even she doesn't fully understand. This connection has made her wise, wiser than anyone else that you will ever meet. She knows the stories of the world, and the making, of the ancestors. She shares these tails with those who have the patience to listen and learn the lessons that hide within them. None of the group knows the history of the she-cat, but she will reveal it to one who wishes to sit and hear a story of love and loss completed a thousand times over. (Basically this will be filled in as she reveals her past through stories) Zz ● Umbonia Kittypet Tom || 26 moons Umbonia is a small, lithe bodied tom who has a rare pelt color, and this is that he is a ghost tabby. Now what's a ghost tabby? Well this is a black cat who has smoky black tabby marks that blend in with their fur almost completely. He has small, pale amber eyes, a black nose and paw pads, black whiskers, black claws, and longer toed paws than most cats. Umbonia is a curious, brave little cat. His small size makes it easy for him to dart around his opponents and hard to pin him as he knows how to wiggle out of almost any and all holds. A worthy opponent he is nimble and quick, along with having an excellent knowledge of battle strategies. How does he know all of this? Well, he use to be a part of the group of rogues that all but rule the two-leg city he calls home. History Zz ● Prima Kittypet She-cat || 15 moons Prima is not a normal cat in any way, actually, she isn't even a house cat breed. She is an F1 Savanah Cat, a breed that is the offspring of a domestic house cat and a serval. She is odd even in this breed though as she is a white Savanah Cat. With a lithe, streamlined body and silver fur that she-cat is absolutely beautiful. She has black serval markings all along her coat and her eyes are a vivid, dark amber that contrast sharply with the rest of her appearance. She stands at 18" tall and 20" long and weighs in at 20 lbs, making her larger than normal cats. Prima is simply bored. Bored of being a house cat, bored of her toys and her shows, and just bored with life itself. She longs for adventure and freedom, to truly live and survive and hunt not for play and to show off to two-legs, but to do it so that she can live and thrive like her ancestors did. An adventurous spirit who simply wants freedom, Prima is always looking for a way out of her boring and mundane life. Prima was born from the union of a full blooded serval and a house cat, leading to her being a generation 1 Savanah Cat. Her wild nature has taken over her domestic and she hates her life as a two-leg pet and wants to be free. Zz
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Post by Zz on Oct 22, 2020 9:04:09 GMT -5
forms are done Falconwing))
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 22, 2020 10:07:05 GMT -5
Zz all look good but Unnamed. Realistically he would have not survived if had been abandoned at 1 moon old without someone helping him. 2 moons old would be fine, or add in the history that someone helped him survive. Maybe was kidnapped by a twoleg and recently escaped, or another cat helped him out and protected him. Sorry I'm just a sucker for reality and like to stick to it as closely as possible.
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 22, 2020 10:37:00 GMT -5
Okay time to bring out my beloved Rosco and fiesty Viper! Rosco || Tom || 47 Moons •Smokey grey oriental longhair with a pale fluffy throat and chest and a long feathery tail. He has faint tabby markings on his face, and black skin on his lips nose and around his eyes. His eyes are a sultry green and almond shaped. With sharp triangular facial features. Rosco has a lean muscular build with long legs giving in an above average height, standing taller than most cats he knows. •Calm and sensible this tom is never in a hurry, though sometimes that is not a good thing. He is patient and slow to anger, though once he reaches his angry point it becomes hard to put out his fire. Loyal till the end he would not hesitate for those he conciders family. Can tend to be quite the ladies man, knowing full well how handsome he is. He does though have a deathly fear of monsters, despite always being forced to ride in them when ever his twolegs took him places. •Rosco was born and raised as a kittypet, constantly caged and hauled around from one twoleg building to another. Was a show cat for the majority of his life but he quickly came to the realization that that was not the life he wished to live. So one day the tom managed to finally escape and has been living on the streets, more specifically just outside the city park. Viper || Shecat || 15 Moons • Sleek shortfurred black molly with sharp distinct features. Definitely not just on the lean side but obviously skinny and could do with a decent couple of meals. Though she is smaller than average she is almost all legs, with a thin whip like tail. • Cunning and streetwise this young molly is willing to do whatever is needed to survive. However she is not cruel or black hearted like the majority of cats she lives with. She has a soft spot for those who cant help themselves like queens, kits, elders, and the wounded, and is constantly going out of her way to secretly care for them. • Born into Scratch's group, the cats who have laid claim to the city park and rule is without mercy, Viper has grown up and been taught only to fend for herself. That the weak do not deserve to be pampered, and that to be weak is to die, but those aren't her words they are Scratchs. She obviously feels differently about the subject, however being Scratch's daughter makes it difficult for her to openly show this side of her.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 22, 2020 10:40:06 GMT -5
]sub] (Ahhhh!! Roscoe’s so cute! ;w;) [/sub]
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Post by Falconwing on Oct 22, 2020 10:59:35 GMT -5
Awe thanks I haven't used him in quite some time so I'm excited to get him back in the game! Okay everyone I've decided that there will be a group of rogue cats that have banded together and have taken claim over City Park. They are led by a devious tom named Scratch who believes that only the strong survive and that if you are weak or show weakness then you are already dead in his eyes. He is followed by a strong band of cats that obey his every cruel command mostly out of fear. Only a few follow him due to loyalty. Obviously the group of clan cats would gravitate to the city park due to its forest like resemblance, to escape the harsh twoleg city streets. The clan cats would obviously not be welcome and will end up fighting the group.
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