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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:11:15 GMT -5
INTRODUCTION
You rush around a street corner, breaths coming out ragged against the grimy air. Behind you excited barks and growls signify that the dog pack is not far behind you, and your head and ears swivel around erratically, frantically searching for any footholds, or places to hide. Your fur really starts to stand on end as you hear a howl, then more. They've found your trail! You attempt to scrabble up a smooth bin to your left, but it's no use.
Then, in the distance, the sounds change. Howls are mixed with confused yelps and some unrecognizable cries. You back into a corner uneasily as the trailing dogs change tone from triumphant to pain, and then fade into the distance. A heartbeat passes by, then two and three and..
"Anybody down there? Ya alright?" calls a raspy voice down the alleyway, two sets of pawsteps echoing down after it. "Those dogs are gone, are you injured? Need a bite to eat?" another voice continues.
You poke your head out slightly. Two she-cats with their tails raised in greeting are shadowed at the mouth of the alleyway, their forms tall and proud. Did these two... fight off that whole pack of dogs?
The slimmer one tips her head, her eyes narrowing "Trying to catch fleas with that open mouth? If you're hungry, I can assure you my mate will find you a bite to eat" she calls out, in that same raspy voice. Guess you've got nothing to lose, right?
BACKGROUND / SETTING
The two she-cats lead you up onto a nearby rooftop, nimbly traversing drainpipes and jumping between buildings. They lead you through the open window of a large, empty building. Well.. not completely empty. A few thin eyes light up in the distance, watching your entry. The building is an abandoned warehouse of some sort, filled with old blankets and lounging cats. There's a small bit of food in the corner, which the female with kinder eyes encourages you to partake in. After settling down on one of the many cushioned piles, the two she-cats explain your surroundings. You are at the Rogue Outpost, a waypoint for cats established moons ago by the two queens sitting before you. They explain that after many moons of traversing the dangerous city, they claimed the place you now sit in for their own, opening it up as a safe haven for any cats passing through. They seem to be vaguely familiar with the idea of clans that you bring up to them, but shake their heads when you ask if they are one. "No clans here, friend. Only us. You will find others along the way, cats who find their way to live on scraps like us, but who are simply not comfortable living in our outpost" one she-cat meows. "And, those who aren't welcome" the more crass she-cat rasps, her tail batting the earth somewhat irritably. TERRITORY
The cityscape where the outpost cats roam is in the middle of an artistic and industrial section of a large city. Nearly a day's journey to the west, the hard concrete of the territory falls into a vast expanse of water, where some fish can occasionally be seen. Opposingly, to the east is a cut of forestland in the midst of the hard earth of the city, where small prey can be hunted. Occasionally, it is possible to catch a bite to eat at these places, or find prey abandoned by twolegs or other creatures. Although dangerous, the city provides plenty of opportunities to find food if a cat knows where to look, and strange twolegs may even occasionally leave out valuable food for hungry bellies. The landscape becomes somewhat treacherous in the winter, with cold seeming to live in the belly of the city. Cats alone during leafbare often are not seen the following newleaf, such is the harshness of the city. In the summer a new danger approaches, with increased twoleg movement and more activity with other animals living in the city. There is a wild dog pack dwelling in the city in addition to several groups of other animals that can cause problems for single cats, but are often easily dealt with in groups. -- NEARBY LANDMARKS --
Twoleg Prey Place - A place where twolegs congregate to eat. Should be avoided during the daytime, but is a good hunting location at night, due to humans leaving scraps out overnight for prey. Caution should be taken when hunting here, as dogs also occasionally sweep the area for food, and can be dangerous. Dog Pack Den - A junkyard houses the local wild dog pack, which will attack even if unprovoked, and is to be avoided at any costs. The dog pack has an irregular schedule of patroling the city for food, so it is wise to travel only by rooftops in the area surrounding the den. Grassyard - A short distance from the outpost is a large section of grassland amidst the twoleg dwellings. It is a good source for water and small prey, but can be dangerous during daytime hours due to lack of cover and proximity of humans and dogs. Edgewater - Nearly a days journey from the outpost, but a good source of food in the winter, this is where the rough earth of the city suddenly switches to musty wood and salty water. Although the water cannot be used for drinking, it does provide a unique source of food, and during the winter can be one of the only reliable sources of food. Twolegs will occasionally leave preyscraps here, but waiting for this food can be dangerous, due to competition from other animals, such as dogs or raccoons. -- THE OUTPOST --
Nestled among several abandoned buildings is the shell of an old warehouse, which serves as a beacon of safety for the rogue cats of the city. Boarded up from the bottom, the only entrance is through a busted window high on the second floor, connected to a neighboring building by an old slat of wood. The inside is filled with old wood relics, cold metal twoleg constructions and various other odd items. Over the seasons, Cocoa and Lemon gathered odd items here and there to make the outpost more comfortable. Old blankets are pushed into corners, providing warm places to nestle into on cold nights. An overturned hard basin of some sort collects dripping rainwater from the roof above, giving the outpost a source of fresh water in the wetter months. Shafts of light pour in through the shabby windows, giving patches of warmth for cats to spread themselves in. It isn't much, but its a comfortable alternative to the outside.
-- PREY AND PREDATORS -- Mice (Very Common) Crows (Very Common) Pigeons (Very Common) Rats (Very Common) Possums (Common) Squirrels (Common) Raccoons (Uncommon) Seagulls (Uncommon) Snakes (Uncommon) Eagles & Hawks (Rare) Wild Dogs(Rare)
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:13:10 GMT -5
-- CATS AT THE OUTPOST --New cats may come and go depending on the day, so please check back to see new faces as they come!
- Lemon - || 70 Moons || She/Her || Medicine Leader || Born Rogue || Lemon is an older she-cat with strange, ruffled fur. Her attitude can be somewhat sour, but she never turns down a cat in need, and can always be counted on for a spare paw if you need one. Her mother was a healer, as well as her mother before her as far back as her family could remember. It was tradition within her lineage to pass down your knowledge of healing to your kits. Because Lemon has made the choice to not have kits, she chooses to pass on her mother's gift of healing by helping as many cats as possible. Her life partner is Cocoa, and the two have been mated for many moons. Most often, Lemon can be found meticulously sorting through her herbs storage at the Outpost, but she is also fond of exploring twoleg gardens, although she's not much for twolegs themselves. Although she's not much for small talk, lemon is ride-or-die for the cats at the outpost and works tirelessly to make sure the Outpost remains a safe space for any cat who needs it.
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| - Cocoa - || 72 Moons || She/Her || Hunting Leader || Born Rogue || Cocoa is by no means a small cat. This she-cat is known to stand a head over many of the toms who stop by their rag tag little group, and normally this doesn't bother her until someone makes the effort to point it out. She is a patchwork of thick white, black, and orange fur and most curious are her curled ears. Cocoa is always watching over their group with friendly green eyes, her most fond of expressions saved for her mate Lemon. They have spent many seasons together with Lemon taking care of Cocoa- the more prone to injury as she goes out of her way to help passing cats and to hunt in situations less than ideal. Cocoa knows her mother belonged to two-legs at some point, but Cocoa has only known the life on the streets; she is most content when she can roam the city with Lemon at her side, so she could never imagine a different life.
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| - Fluffy - || 30 Moons || She/Her || Hunter || Abandoned Kittypet || Fluffy is a very easygoing cat with a tendency to laze around more than she actually does anything of importance. She does her best to do her fair share around the outpost, but can sometimes fall short of the mark. Having absolutely no skill in healing (or rather, putting in no effort to remember herbs) Fluffy was put to the task of helping Cocoa hunt for the outpost. Fluffy will never say no to helping others, but sometimes she can be a bit forgetful of tasks, and might not follow through on her promises. She often makes up for her lack of effort in hunting by bringing home scraps from twolegs, or pointing out areas where food has been left out. She is still very friendly with twolegs, despite being abandoned by her family in the city many moons ago. Fluffy joined the outpost after Cocoa rescued her from a dog attack. She has been exceedingly loyal to Cocoa ever since.
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| - Puddle - || 42 Moons || She/Her || Undecided Rank || Born Rogue || Puddle was raised along many siblings by their bonded parents. Yet when their parents heard stories of cats living in the woods, they took their siblings and made for the forest. Between sewers, allies, monstrous machines, and two-legs... Puddle ended up separated from their family and retreated to the only home they know. Puddle hasn't... officially joined the outpost yet, but she is far more comfortable with her own kind than two-legs, and she shuddered the thought of being touched by one. She's distant but cordial with the cats around her. Puddle prefers to be clean and spends a lot of time grooming themselves, and is quite fond of the shops where the two-legs grow flowers. She follows Lemon around at times to help drag herbs around, and she is a great listener (she's more than happy to throw Lemon's barbs back at her in friendly jest) she's hesitant to agree to mentor under Lemon. Maybe her family will come back. She could dream.
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| - Jack Frost - || 24 Moons || He/Him || Errand-Boy || Part-Time Kittypet || Jack Frost is an all white tomcat. His fluffy coat only adds to his grand size and he can easily stand nose-to-nose with smaller-medium sized dogs. Despite this, he's quite agile and is well aware of his body and where it stands in relation to himself. Born outside of the city and adopted as a kit, almost a year and a half later his humans had to move due to work and school transmute being much easier if they lived within the city limits. Unfortunately for him, the apartment his family got wasn't an ideal place for such a large cat. Everything was cramped and with the littler humans growing up, there was even less space. So, he decided to up and leave the house. Not the family, though. He still swings by and they'll feed him and occasionally bring him to the vet. Or he'll visit his humans' schools. They always love that. But as far as most others are aware, he's a stray. After an encounter in which he saw the cats of the outpost help another stray, he followed them and learned as much as he could. Nowadays, while he wouldn't consider himself a permanent member, he does like to lend a paw here and there. Kind and playful, Jack Frost will often bring trinkets to toy around with or things he deems "pretty". He'll sleep inside when it rains, his pelt takes forever to dry. Otherwise he can easily be found up one of few trees in the grassyard.
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| - Ophelia - || 30 moons || She/Her || Newcomer || Abandoned Kittypet || Ophelia is a Long furred muscular black she-cat white freckles on her haunches and toe tips. She has a long nasty scar on her flank from a dog that the fur never grew back on. One of her eyes is a sapphire blue and the other is a forest green. She is very friendly, despite her rough appearance. She loves nothing more than being with other cats
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| - Kasha - || 28 Moons || Healer || She/Her || Despite her rather fluffy coat, Kasha could easily be described as a smaller cat, especially when she stands beside her brother Timber. The young molly's fur is brown and darkens around her ears and along her back to a dark brown, almost black colour. She has a bright flash of white on her chest and across a good portion of her face. Her most notable physical feature is that one of her bright blue eyes has been replaced by a large scar due to an unfortunate run in with a dog while she was fairly young which led to both her and Timber arriving in the Outpost. She is forever thankful for the cats that saved her life and decided to repay their kindness by in turn helping heal the injured in the group. She is a very friendly molly, but with a soft manner. She is not overly outspoken and prefers listening in conversations rather than speaking. She has a very adventurous side but tends to keep that hidden in exchange for her more sensible nature.
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| - Timber - || 28 Moons || Guard || He/Him || Timber is a rather imposing tom, between his already naturally large build and his thick coat he towers over many cats, especially his sister Kasha. His fur is brown with black ears and thin black stripes scattered across his pelt. He has a splash of white on his chest and across his mussel contrasted sharply by his deep green eyes. His pelt is marred with scars from the many scraps and tussles he has been in through a life on the streets. Timber is a fairly stoic tom who isn’t one to frequent joking around, but he is not without a sense of humor, his is simply a much more muted one. Timber is fiercely loyal to the cats in the outpost and sees himself indebted to them for saving the life of his sister. Timber sees the world as very black and white, but tries to see the good in most cats - to some extent.
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| - Storm - || 23 moons || He/Him || Hunter/Defender || Born Rogue || Storm is a black tom with dark blue eyes. He is only especially kind toward Lemon and Cocoa, the cats who took him in when he was hardly more than a kit. He had been living with his parents as a kit, but they were all starving and no cat offered to help them. Eventually, they died, and Storm was left with nothing. He grew to hate selfish cats and vowed to become strong so that he could protect him and hurt anyone who was harming others. Eventually he found the Outpost, and was welcomed in. They showed him that there were kind cats in the world, and so he quickly grew to like it there. Growing up, he constantly trained and hunted, wanting to do his best to defend and help his home. Nowadays, he's friendly toward cats he knows at the Outpost, though he is a bit awkward in conversation. However, toward outsiders, he is very stoic and on-guard, and once he finds out they're selfish or villainous, he quickly gets angered. He is very adventurous and loves to explore the city, and has occasionally gotten lost. He hopes to see the entirety of the city, and maybe one day explore beyond it.
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:15:06 GMT -5
-- Rules --
- All forum rules apply. No spotlighting, godmodding, powerplaying, or Mary Sues either.
- Similarly, unwarranted aggression towards other players is not tolerated in any form. Be civil.
- We will reject your character or ask you to modify behavior if we feel you are making roleplay unfair or unenjoyable for others with your characters.
- This is a semi-realistic roleplay. Cats may get injured, but will not die unless the RPer wishes it.
- All orientations and identities of characters are accepted and welcomed.
- Members are expected to RP at the semi-lit level. You don't have to write paragraphs upon paragraphs, but we do expect 3-4 complete sentences for each post.
- Similarly, please keep OOC chatter to a minimum and within () brackets.
- Repetitive posts which do not further the RP will be considered spam and will be flagged for removal to staff. This includes bumping, repeatedly quoting and @-ing users
- Certain levels of actiivty are not required, but please expect that if you are offline for more than a few days, users are welcome to move on in order to free up characters
- Kit stealing is allowed only if a battle has been arranged beforehand!
Ignorant of the Rules /=/ Excused from the Rules This RP is designed to be a fun, laid back space, but those who refuse to follow the rules outlined above will be removed, no exceptions. (All notifications are done privately. No one is publicly shamed or punished here)
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:21:47 GMT -5
Current Member Index
Novi - Moderator - Jack Frost Relationship Tracker
Lemon x Cocoa - Mates Cocoa and Fluffy - Best Friends Kasha and Timber - Siblings
Notes / News
Open as of 2/13/2021 ! Created mostly as a place to explore characters and have a space to RP freely. We welcome other forum users to come and RP with us! You can always use the outpost as a side destination for other thread's stories as well. Just know that this is going to be more of a relaxed space, meant for character exploration and low-key plots. Prophecy cats are welcome, and we'd love to play around with your characters, just understand that the Outpost is more of a place to stop by, rather than involve in a larger plot/story. Otherwise, feel free to bring up narrative ideas, and we'll play along! Feel free to join in by posting directly to the thread, and we will add you in. Cat picture/icon is optional, but if you would like to make one like the ones above, feel free to do so at this link.
Joining Form:
|| Cat's Name || Cat's Age || Cat's Role || Preferred Pronouns || And then a short description of their appearance/personality. If you could also guesstimate how long you'd like to participate in the roleplay (just stopping in/regularly/only for a specific RP) that would be helpful as well!
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:26:52 GMT -5
[Saved, Thread is now open for posting and RP. Everyone welcome]
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 13, 2021 19:35:48 GMT -5
(Yaaayyy)
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 19:37:00 GMT -5
Lemon yawned widely, a joint in jew jaw cracking back into place after a long, cold night. She surveys the Outpost critically, noting with some chagrin that the windows are spackled with frost along the edges. No doubt there was another dousing of snow through the night that she'll have to dredge through. Ugh, maybe she can convince another cat to go out and get herbs for the day...
She eyes Cocoa, her warm fluffy fur spiked out around her like a fuzzy halo. Lemon mutters something lowly about how Cocoa will probably have zero problems with the cold and snow, and wishes for the hundreth time that season that she had been blessed with longer fur. Oh well, at least she has her wit. The starcats can't give her everything.
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Fluffy sleeps like the dead several tail lengths away, rolled several times over into a pile of old twoleg furs. She'd come back proudly with them several days ago (much to lemon's disdain) and although she'd gotten some looks at first, she was definitely getting her paw's worth out of them. It had been such a pain to drag them all the way back to the outpost... but they sure were nice during these snowy days.
Fluffy lets out a rasping snore, her paws dangling uselessly upward as she chases a mouse in her sleep. She won't be waking up any time soon on her own.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 13, 2021 19:57:29 GMT -5
Cocoa had been contently asleep pressed up against Lemon before the other cat seemed to wake. Cocoa had always the light sleeper, she was nervous of sleeping and missing some sort of danger. Yet in their den she could trust they would be safe for the most part... So Cocoa peeks an eye open and is greeted with Lemon's grumpy expression and half of her flattened from sleep. She fights back her fond look for only a moment before she can't help it. Poor Lemon. These winter months were never kind to her mate. Cocoa drapes her tail over the other she-cat and presses closer.
"You must be freezing!" As if it wasn't obvious, "Stay with me a little longer? There can't be any reason to rush out of the den yet. We have to have some prey to last us through the morning, and nobody is hurt. Relax for me a while longer?" Cocoa purrs, hoping to tempt Lemon into staying in their pile of shredded human things for longer.
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Puddle had already slunk out of her chosen bed for the night, however. She didn't always stay the night in the outpost, content to find hide aways as not to impose on the kind she-cats. When the first flakes began to form though she quickly hightailed it to their home. Her fur wasn't plush like Cocoa, nor as prone to the cold like Lemon's, but everyone loved a warm bed to sleep in.
Puddle had snuck past Fluffy's loud snoring and up into the rafters at the start of morning light. Now the she-cat was content to watch the snow settle on the surrounding roofs from a high window in the building. It was pretty. From inside. Perhaps she would wander the edges of grassyard later- Two-legs would probably be inside for a while longer and Puddle could scout some of the plants Lemon has told her about. Though for now she wraps her tail over her legs and waits for the day to stay proper.
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Post by Novi on Feb 13, 2021 20:20:12 GMT -5
Jack Frost padded along the empty streets and abandoned buildings. The cold did little to nothing to him and he glanced around. It was so easy to forget how deeply it sank into everything else, chilling the rest to the bone. He hoped the others were nice and warm. And if they weren't.. he lifted the blanket he was carrying higher off the ground. Turning his head, he grasped one corner and tossed it over to balance on hid back once more. Well, in reality it was a pillow case his humans were throwing out. It was the littlest's yearly cycle and they had asked for a new nest for sleeping. Despite his size and strength, he'd need assistance in carrying the rest of the nesting materials.
It looked as though the others were just waking as he arrived. Jack Frost hopped down from the window entrance and stretched. "Goooood morning, ladies." He purred and undid the loose knot his human did for him. "I bring warmth!" And not just himself this time.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 13, 2021 20:37:56 GMT -5
(I am dying. Jack Frost: heyy ladies ;9 I bring warmth...and not just my fluffy warm bod.)
The quiet hadnt lasted for too long before another cat entered. Puddle peeks down from their perch and is greeted with the massive form of Jack Frost.
"Ah."
She'd seen him a few times. He was bigger than even Cocoa, and that was impressive. She didn't know what his deal was, really. She was curious about the thing on his back but knew he was the type to hang around the Two-Legs. She wouldn't be caught dead near one, she always avoided their hands and their odd 'pspspsp' calls. Whatever those were.
Her curiousity wins out in the end and she makes her way down the piles of human rubbage and drops down near him. Her head tilts and her back is awkwardly slunk down in suspicion, "Good Morning, Jack Frost. What'cha got there? More things from your Two-legs?"
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Post by Novi on Feb 13, 2021 20:54:00 GMT -5
lmao. exactly. im so excited to use him XD but i mean, c'mon. big floof. who wouldn't want to cuddle up with that? perfect pillow?) At the voice behind him, Jack Frost twisted around and was greeted with what looked to be a bent cat. Curiosity, but also caution gave the she-cat, Puddle?, a strange form. He purred happily. "Sure is." He opened up the pillow case with one paw and gestured inside with the other. "My humans put something in here to sleep on. They don't need this part anymore, though, so I brought it here. Figured we could fill it and use it as a cushion or heat trap or somethin' like that. I've got more blankets, too. But those are a lot bigger. If you want 'em, we'll have to get a couple more paws to help."
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 13, 2021 21:39:57 GMT -5
(I mean fair enough, he's a big cuddle pile haha)
Huh. Humans used this stuff for real. Puddle slides closer and gives the fabric an experimental sniff before she sits and flicks her tail.
"Interesting."
She gives the thing a quick pat with her paw- ready to scramble away if it ended up being a bad thing. But it was just fabric.
"They really use this to sleep?" Without filling it would be so flat, not offer much comfort, but they filled it? "The outpost could use some more blankets... it's hard to find enough stuff for beds" well. Beds that weren't flea infested. Or ones they didn't have to fight other cats or the dogs for.
"We could probably wake up Fluffy. Or get Cocoa to go with"
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 13, 2021 21:56:05 GMT -5
"Freezing?" Lemon rasped, her meow edging into a whine. "I practically froze in place like a fish in a twoleg pot halfway through the night! Phah!"
Rolling her eyes towards the ceiling in an exaggerated mask of displeasure, Lemon's fur practically vibrated with happiness as a buzzing purr began of it's own volition in her throat. She drew her mouth into a line in an attempt to appear resigned, unsuccessfully. Her pale eyes clearly betrayed the fondness for her mate.
"I'd possibly be persuaded to snooze for a bit longer, but I can't be having these young punks makin' me look lazy. They need t'know who's really runnin' things round here." Lemon meowed, tilting her head in the direction of the other cats as they began to stir for the day.
Quiet conversation began to trickle through the Outpost. Lemon nodded across the room in greeting to Jack Frost, their eyes meeting for a moment as he chatted with Puddle, who also appeared to be slowly starting her morning routine. Internally, she was always quite fond of the tomcat- although his large presence was perceived as threatening at first, his easygoing demeanor eventually became a welcome addition to the outpost. "Welcome in Jack Frost, finished schmoozing up to those Twolegs you're so fond of?" she called across the room, her face settling into a teasing smirk.
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Post by Novi on Feb 13, 2021 22:11:09 GMT -5
"Well, they put something inside of it. And they sleep on it. Keeps their fat heads up." At his own comment, Jack Frost let out a laugh. "They need it, I s'ppose." He purred happily at Lemon's words. "For the day, I believe so. They've all gone off about their own routines. I only stopped by for some breakfast and saw all these," he waved the pillow case, "getting bagged up to be tossed out. The little one's new nest is too big for these, I think. They may smell like human for a while, but I can attest to their warmth." He added a nod for emphasis. "So what all are your plans for the day?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 13, 2021 22:15:12 GMT -5
"What a funny euphemism." Cocoa's voice is thick with mirth and she does the honors of wrapping her body around Lemon to warm her all the same. "Apt. But funny." Cocoa knew Lemon protested only on principle for the most part. Lemon's purr was music to Cocoa's curled ears, and her own ramps up in intensity. Oh how Cocoa loved her mate and ate up all of her affection.
"Lemon, we pull plenty of weight around here to rest a little while longer. The youths can keep themselves entertained for a while longer."
Seems they have a visitor for the day, Cocoa follows Lemons gaze to the large Tom talking to their more reclusive guest. Jack Frost, it would appear, came bearing gifts yet again. Cocoa appreciated it, he was helpful in dragging things back to the outpost and he brought nice gifts from his Two-legs which always ended up well used. She flicks Lemon across thole nose at her teasing, "oh hush your teasing. You know he loves those Two-legs. What nice gifts you bring, Jack Frost! I think our plans for the day are Undecided as of now?"
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 14, 2021 0:00:32 GMT -5
[Sorry! I didn't have this post bookmarked so it didn't notify me that anyone had responded!]
Lemon nodded in agreement to Cocoa, wiggling down into her warm embrace as her fluffy fur surrounded her. She might complain about being small, but it certainly came with it's perks when she fit so perfectly into the fluffy mane at the front of Cocoa's chest.
"Cocoa's right, we don't have any plans today," Lemon meowed from within the warm tufts of fur. "Other than, of course, complaining about how miserable leafbare is. I thought we were supposed to be moving into newleaf, now we've got all this stupid cold stuff on the ground."
Lemon huffed petulantly, wishing there was an herb she could chew to make the cold less intrusive on her thin fur. Maybe she might be able to put on a little more fat if she started eating that food the twolegs left out for Fluffy and Jack Frost. Maybe she might just try some of the disgusting, dry, texture-less...
"Yeughk!" Lemon retched dramatically. "That Twoleg scent on those rags is churnin' my gut! Cold or not, that nest material has to air out before I'll be able to stay within ten dog-lengths of it. We might as well get started on our days."
Lemon turned her body to look up at Cocoa, her warm round eyes peering back down at her lovingly. "What needs to be done around here, ya think? Hows the food pile?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 14, 2021 0:47:22 GMT -5
[Oop and I forgot Puddle]
"I agree with Lemon. It is... potent." Her nose crikles she shakes her head as she focuses on the scent. She wouldn't say she couldn't sleep in the bedding if she had to, but it definitely wouldn't be her first choice.
"I suppose while I'm here I will help in whatever way I can."
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"We'll air it out by the entrance then, the fresh breeze should help pull the scent a little quicker." She's laughing now, amused by every reaction Lemon had. And, Cocoa was absolutely enamored as she stared down at her mate so carefully sheltered in her fur. How wonderful that she could keep her warm like this!
"We'd benefit from helping Jack Frost bring more of those blankets and cushions. When more cats come to visit and when it gets colder we'll need the extra layers. We have enough food for today and tomorrow, but it's not enough for a feast. Honestly we could do with fetching more- especially now that it's snowing. Food will get buried too quickly and the humans will probably leave less behind... so it wouldn't hurt to go hunting if anyone is willing."
She turns her attention to the building around them and twitches her whiskers. Were any of the walls falling down? Any bricks coming loose? Was wind going to cut into the outpost from any openings? Not yet. There were a few areas of concern closer to the roof but she couldnt tell with the snow compacting it now.
"We may want to watch our water supply, otherwise we might need to travel to the Grassyard or the Twoleg prey place to get a clean drink of water. I'm sure the bucket was full the other day, but who knowz when it shall rain again?"
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Post by Novi on Feb 14, 2021 16:38:45 GMT -5
Jack Frost purred at the sight of the she-cats. He was happy for their happiness. They were both such nice cats. He was going to offer them more time to remain in their nests, but they stirred and he nodded. "Fair enough, I s'ppose." The little ones didn't always smell the best. He gave the pillow case a sniff and wrinkled his nose slightly. "Well, I don't have any plans for the day so I'm here to help." He stood up straighter, puffing out his chest proudly. Helping always made him feel better too. He wasn't too knowledgable when it came to things like making repairs to buildings and stuff, but he could easily hold things. Or carry stuff back and forth between places. "As the season goes on, I think snow will be more likely than rain honestly."
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 15, 2021 23:33:22 GMT -5
Lemon nods. She was thankful for Jack Frost bringing the nesting goods- surely they would be especially helpful now in case any other cats came wandering in for the protection from the cold. Still, the smell irked her, and she was grateful for a reason to be out and about while the stench abetted somewhat.
"Alright. Why don't we head out and see what we can't scrounge up then," Lemon said, her eyes also drifting to the less-than- plentiful kill pile. It would definitely need some bolstering, especially if hungry bellies came wandering in, as they so often did. "Can't say how much help I'll be, but there's not much growin' this time a year in the humans nests, so I might as well join ya."
Lemon spoke casually, stretching out as she prepared to exit the nest. She... arguably wasn't the best hunter, but she'd rather try and make herself useful and stay active than sit around letting the cold seep into her bones. She cast a particularly withering glance at Fluffy, who continued to sleep like the dead while they all conversed.
"Anyone willing to take a crack at waking up big bear over there?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 16, 2021 9:39:54 GMT -5
"I suppose I will try that." The less she had to interact with Two-Legs and Two-Leg related things, the better for Puddle. So they she cat hurries past the cover Jack Frost brought and peeks over Fluffy's side.
"Fluffy." A poke to the side. "Fluffy wake up, we have things to do if you're willing to help." Another poke to the she-cats side. "Wake up?" Puddle did her best not to touch the other cats too often unless they initiated. Her family had been close, but hadn't interacted with too many strangers. It was interesting they fled to the forest, when she thinks about it. Either way, this made her fur crawl, but if it helped the she-cats sheltering her she'd do her best.
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Cocoa presses against Lemon's side, hoping to keep the she-cat warm for just a bit longer. She didn't have to come if she didn't want to, but Lemon liked to help.
"Well. If enough of us go we shouldn't have to be out for too long. It's just the start of leafbare, so there should be plenty of food for now." They all knew it would wean as the snowy months continued. They'd more than likely be appealing to humans for richer food, as distasteful as many cats found it.
"I can help Jack Frost. Together we should be able to make quick work of this bedding and then could move to hunting!"
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Post by Novi on Feb 16, 2021 10:56:32 GMT -5
Chuckling, Jack Frost watched the interaction between Puddle and Fluffy. The she-cat sure was a deep sleeper. He wondered if he'd need to sing a wakeup song. There was a plethora of them stored away in his mind, most he learned from watching the big box with his humans when he was a kit. He continued to sing them even now, but they weren't always welcome in the city. Some humans even threw things at him. Well, it was their loss.
He returned his attention to Lemon and Cocoa. He nodded eagerly. "Definitely with us it'll go quick. The good news, though, is that the prey will be scrambling to stock up on food too so they'll probably be out more than usual. Not sure how fat they'll be, but it's better than nothing." He gave his paw and lick and passed it over his ear. "Ready? A nice run ought to warm you up."
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 16, 2021 11:09:55 GMT -5
What are the open ranks right now?))
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 16, 2021 12:18:36 GMT -5
(I'd wait for Cinna to respond for an accurate answer but! My understanding is there aren't technically ranks as of now, officially Lemon and Cocoa run the outpost. They don't really follow clan roles.
More so it's whether cats are rogues/strays/kittypets and if they plan on permanently staying or passing through.
But there could probably be a ranking system of who to follow if lemon or cocoa weren't available.
But again, I'd wait for Cinna bc this is just my interpretation of the outpost)
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 16, 2021 13:07:25 GMT -5
( Hi Copperstar☂ ! The rogue outpost is a very open format RP. If you would like a cat to come in who has a special rank, that would be fine! Cocoa and Lemon are the "leaders" of the outpost, but as Faun said, they don't really have structured ranks like a Clan does. So basically, if you want to RP a cat who comes from a clan with a special rank, or RP a cat who has a valuable skill/power, that is totally open and OK! ) Fluffy gargled, the spit in her mouth trickling over her jaw from her intense snoring. It took a few prods, but after one particularly well-aimed paw to the stomach, Fluffy rolled her head up to look at Puddle, her one eye creeping open sleepily. "Whussat? huh?" --- Lemon rolled her eyes again at Fluffy. She didn't dislike her, but she also didn't really understand why Cocoa was so fond of the lazy furball. Maybe all longhaired cats shared some sort of camraderie, she wasn't sure. "Yeah, a run might be nice," Lemon said, moving her gaze from Fluffy to Jack Frost. "Get these stiff muscles moving, might even be able to sink my claws into something today..." The reminder that the prey was also stocking up on food made her mouth water. The squirrels in the park were always fat this time of year, what with the Twolegs always leaving out food for them as well. A hefty squirrel could feed her for two meals eve, and if she could sink her teeth in while it was still warm... Lemon jumped out of her and Cocoa's nest, her tail straight up in anticipation. "Alright I've convinced myself, let's get a move on."
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 16, 2021 13:07:46 GMT -5
|| Ophelia || 30 moons || not sure yet || she/her || abandoned kittypet Ophelia is a Long furred muscular black she-cat white freckles on her haunches and toe tips. She has a long nasty scar on her flank from a dog that the fur never grew back on. One of her eyes is a sapphire blue and the other is a forest green. She is very friendly, despite her rough appearance. She loves nothing more than being with other cats I'll be on and active here almost every day.
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 16, 2021 13:47:29 GMT -5
( Added you Copperstar☂ ! Feel free to jump in here You can start any way you like. If you want Ophelia to be new and just meeting our cats or have an established relationship, either way is fine. Please let me know if you want to change her picture in the Outpost! I just threw one together for her.)
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 16, 2021 15:25:40 GMT -5
Puddle rears back at Fluffy's gurgle and smooths her fur down with a quiet sigh.
"Most of us are heading out to hunt or help Jack Frost bring in some supplies. If you'd like to help it's a good time to get up."
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Cocoa chirrups, "You're right. It will be good to stretch and get out for a little while," she brushes her chin between Lemon's ears before she drops down in a deep stretch, "and a warm breakfast never hurts~"
It seemed their day was ready to start. Lemon seemed eager to go hunting, which was a surprise. She was eager to see her in action all the same- and well. Maybe do some showing off if it would get her some praise from Lemon.
There might be some birds raiding the street as well. If she could get a plump one that would be nice. Or a fatty fish from one of the ponds. It depends on how far out they would be traveling today.
"Seems like we have enough to head out. So. Shall we go?"
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Feb 16, 2021 16:20:21 GMT -5
"Oh man, getting up, as tempting as that sounds I think it's going to be a no for me," Fluffy rumbles, her jaw opening up in a wide yawn. "I mean, not that your offer to run out in the snow on a freezing morning doesn't sound tempting but-"
"But," Lemon interjected, scowling at Fluffy, "I suppose you're wanting to fend for yourself today, hmm? Surely you won't just laze about here until we return to fill your belly?"
Fluffy smiles at Lemon, then wiggles her eyebrows at Puddle dramatically, unaffected by the obvious warning in Lemon's tone. "Nah, that's awful kind of you Lemon, but I'll handle myself for today, don't worry about bringing me back any juicy morsels."
"Ugh," Lemon shakes her head. "Fine, whatever, be lazy, see if I care! Just don't bellyache to me later when you're hungry and there's not enough food on the pile."
Fuzzy lets out a half-laugh, half-purr, giving Cocoa a look that says 'Can you believe her?'. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the place, make sure if any cats wander by that someones lookin' after the place. Maybe I'll bring back some kibble for you too, Lemon. I know how much you like it."
Lemon's face contorts up into a comedic grimace and she turns back to Cocoa. "Can we go now." she meows flatly.
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 16, 2021 17:24:57 GMT -5
Ophelia wondered the streets and perked her ears when she heard cat's voices. She lowered herself and slowly crept towards the voices that she heard. She spotted a few cats and inhaled their scent. Is this that rouge group that some cats are talking about? She watched them as they talked, not knowing if she should go over
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