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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 16, 2021 17:55:56 GMT -5
"Oh!" Fluffy exclaims, spotting Ophelia at the opening to the Outpost. "Howdy! Can't say I've seen you around these parts before."
Lemon turns her head in the direction Fluffy is looking and also spots the new cat. Her one blue, one green eye peers out from the shadows at the front of the Outpost. Oh, a friendly face. Interesting. Lemon turned her head to the side, waiting for the new cat to either introduce herself or move on. Sometimes new faces didn't stay... but something in the curious look this new cat was giving them seemed to tell Lemon this one would stay.
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 16, 2021 18:04:37 GMT -5
Ophelia blinked as she realized that the cats where talking to her. "Hi, I'm Ophelia." She introduced herself as she walked out of the shadows. "You guys are that rouge group that takes in cats...right?" She asked looking at them curiously.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 16, 2021 18:26:40 GMT -5
Cocoa laughs and pads forward in what she can only hope is a friendly manner, "That would be us! I'm happy our reputation precedes us, I think?"
Was that truly a good thing? Cocoa sincerely wanted to think so.
"All the same. Hello, Ophelia!" She offers a gentle grin, "are you seeking refuge, then? We allow cats to stay for as long as they like or need!"
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 16, 2021 19:03:02 GMT -5
Ophelia nodded. "I don't really have anywhere else to go. By two-legs abandoned me and my friend Smoke, but he got hit by a monster on the thunderpath." She meowed with a trace of sadness in her voice. "But I've heard stories about a group of rouges who take in cats, and I was hoping I could stay." She mewed hopefully.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 16, 2021 20:26:41 GMT -5
Puddle cringes behind them at the mention of a monster hitting Ophelia's poor friend. It had been drilled into their head that they were dangerous, but sometimes monsters swerved onto the humans paths all the same. Sometimes you had to cross. Sometimes you were hit.
"That's horrible."
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Cocoa hisses quietly in agreement with Puddle, "I am so sorry, Ophelia. That is a tragedy"
They'd had cats pass through with similar stories. It was never easy to hear. There was never a straightforward way to offer comfort.
"You are more than welcome to stay. We were setting out to do hunting and to gather some bedding- but if you want to get used to the outpost, you're more than welcome. We welcome anyone who's seeking shelter! We just ask you help out when you can."
As long as they had no ill will, that is. Not every cat looked for shelter. Some took more than they gave. Some looked to take leadership and power.
Everyone had motives.
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Post by Novi on Feb 16, 2021 21:37:48 GMT -5
Jack Frost nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry for your loss. You'll find that the folks here and good. They'll look out for you." He glanced towards Cocoa. "Shall we go? We can bring our guest back something fresh, yea?" With a slight wiggle, the tom hopped up on the various remnants of humans past that led the way to the window entrance and padded out. He stretched again as the morning sun hit. "Ah, that's good stuff."
The pace his set was slow and steady, to ensure everyone could warm up and keep up. Following the rooftops, he led the way back to his old home. The lights were out now, everyone was at work. But the blankets were right where he left them. Neatly bagged and ready to go. He hopped down from the fire escape and landed on the ground beside them. "Ta-da. Humans are kinda slow, so it was difficult to get them to realize I wanted them. But, here they are." He lifted the bag with one paw and wiggled underneath. "Only kept the fluffy blankets. The nesting material my human used under was too thin to be worth bringing with us." The bag balanced awkwardly and kept falling in front of him. "We'll have to go ground level. At least if I bump into anything, I have a cushion." He gave a lopsided grin in the direction he hoped Cocoa was standing."
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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 21:43:08 GMT -5
Lemon sucked in a harsh breath as Cocoa tensed next to her. They'd lost some of their own to the thunderpath.. monsters were truly cruel creatures. They rarely ever ate their kills either, just... taking life for no reason. it was one of the many mysteries of Twolegs... what did they even do with those monsters? Lemon shook her head, pushing her thoughts of Twolegs down. No reason to dwell on those... things unecessarily. The stench of the bedding Jack Frost had brought in now seemed even more pungent to her nose.
"Fluffy, you're in charge of making sure Ophelia here feels welcome and comfortable. Make sure she's well fed and has a bed to curl up in, should she want one" Lemon instructed.
Fluffy nodded, casting a sympathetic glance up at Ophelia before rolling out of her bed and stretching out, her tail raising in a friendly way. "Welcome to the outpost Ophelia. Rest assured, just like they said, you're safe and sound here."
Lemon turned away from Fluffy, confident that the friendly she-cat could handle all of Ophelia's needs and trotted out after Jack Frost, confident that Cocoa would be at her side.
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 17, 2021 9:21:24 GMT -5
Ophelia purred. "Thank you everybody. I'll stay here for a while, unless I find somewhere better to stay, which I doubt I will." She meowed sitting down to start grooming the debris out of the healed scar on her flank.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 17, 2021 12:08:27 GMT -5
"of course, you're welcome for as long as you like!" Cocoa encouraged before she took off after Jack Frost and Lemon. She stays cheekily pressed against Lemon's side for as long as she can before the path causes her to have to duck behind or in front of her. The sun was a positively pleasant companion with the chilled air around them, and Cocoa stopped at times to turn a closed eye look to the sky.
Ah.
So nice.
Cocoa's nerves increased the closer they got to the Two-legs dens, but thankfully Jack Frost didn't ask her to follow after him. Though, his grin was directed away from her- a fact that caused her to laugh.
"Over here, Frost."
The she-cat hunkers under the nesting material and hauls it up so the Tom can see. "Together it will be easier. Lemon and Puddle can direct us!"
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Puddle was never one to interact on their own. So she expressed her sympathy and quickly followed the other cats out. These are who she was familiar with. Once Fluffy became familiar then Puddle would try and ease into conversation.
For now she followed on Lemon and Cocoa's heels. She looked for places they may want to hunt on their way back, and hunched her back whenever anything too alarming approached.
Thankfully no dogs so far, and no grabby two-legs.
"Ah. That looks like it will very good nesting material." It was indeed potent with two-leg smell. As much as she didn't envy Cocoa for carrying it, she was very happy she wasn't going to smell like Two-legs.
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 17, 2021 20:59:14 GMT -5
|| 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. (Hoping to be regular, just getting back in the swing of things after a hiatus due to school) || Timber || 28 Moons || Guard (Can change to Hunter if that isn't one) || 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 tussels 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. (Same as above ^^)
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Post by Novi on Feb 17, 2021 20:59:26 GMT -5
Jack Frost turned towards the sound of Cocoa's voice. It seemed he'd been looking the wrong way after all. He purred as she joined him underneath the blankets and he could lift his head enough to see where he was going, although he still couldn't see to the sides or behind them. "Lead on, friends."
Walking with Cocoa took some adjusting. While she wasn't some wee she-cat, she was still smaller than him. But after a while, he found a pace that worked. "Smell any prey? All I smell is human." He wrinkled his nose. He wasn't as opposed to it as most other strays tended to be given his relationship with his own humans, but even he didn't want to smell them all the time. It blocked out any other scents after all. Even the city sounds were muted underneath the weight of the blankets.
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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 18, 2021 15:01:14 GMT -5
(Yaayyyy More kitties! I will add your cats MadFaith in a little while! I have my volunteer shift at the shelter today, but I should be able to get a couple replies out before then. )
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 18, 2021 15:52:32 GMT -5
(Thank you so much! I look forward to starting up rping again on this site. I apologize if I am a bit rusty, it's been a while)
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 18, 2021 15:57:35 GMT -5
(we're all a little rusty haha. This is our attempt at getting back into the swing of things!)
Though it was unlikely Jack Frost was talking to her, Cocoa shakes her head, "no, all I smell are the two-legs-!" She shuffles to make sure the bedding doesn't topple off her shoulders.
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Puddle, who Frost was more than likely actually speaking too (and Lemon, of course), takes the time to sniff out the air. Mostly two-legs and their pets who followed after them. "It's hard to tell." Once they were a bit more out of the way she was sure they'd find at least a few small critters for them to take back to 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 18, 2021 16:29:13 GMT -5
(Wherever you'd like to jump in is fine with me Madfaith! It looks like Fluffy and Ophelia are at the outpost, and all other cats are out fetching bedding. Looks like some might split off for a hunting group though)
Fluffy nods at Ophelia, flicking her tail in goodbye as the other cats bound out into the white expanse outside of the Outpost. "Good, I'm glad you're sticking around for a while, that gives me a reason to not roll out of bed quite yet!" Fluffy turns her head, examining the long scar along Ophelia's flank. Geez, thats a rough one, if I do say so myself, what happened?" She asks, thinking about her own dog encounter not that long ago. "I hope the other guy looks worse than you!" ------- "Hmph" lemon grunts, appraising the bedding critically. "It does seem warm..." she managed, biting back another complaint about the Twoleg scent. As much as she hated to admit it, Jack Frost had done well in diverting them to these, they would be helpful as Leafbare eased its claws in. "Alright you two, we'll be your eyes if you'll be our muscles, then." Lemon picked her steps carefully, trying to tread in places where Cocoa and Jack would be less likely to trip or misplace their paws. As they walked, she looked over at Puddle, who seemed a little lost in her thoughts, startling herself and hunching her back whenever something minorly attention-grabbing appeared in her view. Lemon smirked at her. "Ya doin' alright over there, space cadet?"
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 18, 2021 18:01:12 GMT -5
Ophelia gave a sigh and looked up at fluffy. "I had a bad encounter with a dog about a moon ago. The fur still hasn't grown back and I hope it does soon. If leaf-bare comes and the fur hasn't grown back by then..." She sniffed at the wound again and frowned.
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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 19, 2021 0:13:18 GMT -5
Fluffy let out a tight breath, peering her head over to look at the wound. The skin still looked pint and tight, a sign of a fresh scar... She wasn't sure if the fur would ever grow back quite the same. It certainly hadn't over her scars. It had been ages since she could fully open her right eye.
"Yeah, I remember the feeling. A couple seasons ago I was attacked by a dog too. Cocoa saved my life, actually," Fluffy meowed, her face growing tight for a moment while recalling the memory, before the smile returned to her face. "I don't know what I would've done without her- and Lemon of course- while I was recovering. They're really great, I'm sure you'll feel at home here in no time."
Fluffy hoped her words were encouraging. She knew how it could feel like danger was around every corner after an experience like that. "Do you want me to show you around here? Maybe you can pick where you'd like to claim your spot for sleeping?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 19, 2021 9:15:36 GMT -5
Cocoa takes the moment to shoot a purr Lemon's direction. She's shameless in her flirting, though she tended to be a different kind of sweet alone- but if this had the chance of getting an embarrassed laugh out of Lemon, Cocoa would go for it.
"Well, you do have the prettier eyes, Lemon~"
When Puddle throws her a look of childish disgust, Cocoa just laughs and curls her tail smugly behind her.
"Sorry Puddle! Can't help myself sometimes!"
The other she-cat rolls her eyes and continues guiding them, "you're absolutely shameless."
"What shame is there in flirting with the love of my life?"
"None. I suppose. Too bold though."
"Mmmm. Maybe."
Puddle turns her attention back to Lemon. She had asked her a question, right? She may have tuned out so she fights to recall it. Ah. Yes.
"I just don't want to attract any attention. You know? We stand out like this."
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 19, 2021 11:21:18 GMT -5
(Alrigty! Here I go! I hope it's okay if I drop Timber in with the patrol that is out fetching bedding and later hunting, if not I can retract his presence there)
Timber couldn't help but try and stifle a smile at the banter between the other she-cats, he had never been one for romance but the relationship Cocoa and Lemon shared never failed to bring a smile to the tom's face. Bringing his gaze away from the mollies the thickly-furred tom cast his gaze across their surroundings. He had spent many moons in this area but he still always felt a sense of unease around the two-legs, he never cared much for them and did not understand how other cats found so much comfort within their nests. Shrugging the thought away the tom continued to survey the area, parting his jaw to scent the air quickly and crinkling his nose at the overwhelming stench of two-legs and their filth. Turning to the two cats carrying the brunt of the bedding the tom spoke, "Do let me know if either one of you need a paw carrying those. I'm sure they aren't heavy, more just awkward to balance."
Kasha found her attention drawn away from the herbs she was busy counting to the commotion at the entrance of the Outpost as an unfamiliar figure entered. The molly rose to her paws and shook the loose debris from her coat before bounding over with a bright smile, "Hello! Welcome here!" Noticing the other's attentions had been drawn to a rather nasty scar on the new she-cat's flank Kasha stepped closer, "Do you mind if I take a look at it? I don't know nearly as much as Lemon but I can try and check if everything is healing as it should. Lemon can probably help a lot more than me though once she returns."
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Post by Novi on Feb 19, 2021 12:52:13 GMT -5
(that's fine faith :3)
Unlike the others, Jack Frost wasn't terribly bothered by the two she-cats flirting. He quite liked it, actually. They'd been together for as long as he knew them and he was happy to see they still got along so well. Would he ever have such a relationship with someone? When Puddle voiced her worries, Jack Frost waved his tail, although the motion was stifled due to the blankets on his back. "Stranger stuff happens in the city, friend. No human would pay us any mind so long as we stay out from under their feet." At Timber's offer, he shook his head. "We're good. So long as we don't have to do any running or anything. If we can't find anything on the way, we may have to make a pit stop."
Of course, he knew how the others felt about eating the kibble some humans put out for them. Jack Frost, personally, didn't mind it. Sure, it was no fresh mouse, but it wasn't nearly as disgusting as the others always seemed to make it out to be. And it was free! It was better to return with kibble than empty paws.
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 19, 2021 13:02:48 GMT -5
Ophelia blinked. "Sure! Could I see around the place before you check it?" She asked the new she-cat who had come up to her. "I'd like to get to know this place if I'm going to stay." Ophelia shifted her paws, looking between fluffy and the she-cat that had approached them.
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 19, 2021 13:08:19 GMT -5
Timber nodded as Jack Frost spoke, "Hopefully we can avoid running from things, but I do have to agree with you on your latter statement. Food would be a welcome find." The tom was unsure how he felt about eating kibble, he would much prefer to catch his food instead but he had eaten his fare share of kibble before he arrived in the Outpost with his sister. It didn't mean he enjoyed the taste of it, but he was not as opposed as others in the group. Turning back to the large white tom, Timber cocked his head slightly as they walked, "Are your twolegs good to you? Were you ever scared of them or have you always felt comfortable around them?"
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 19, 2021 13:26:55 GMT -5
"Oh of course! My apologies! I shouldn't have crowded you like that, sorry." Taking a step back and to the side, Kasha gestured for Ophelia to walk around. "Feel free to look around and explore the area, make yourself feel at home." The molly smiled warmly at Ophelia, feeling slightly embarrassed for being too forthcoming, but thankful that she hadn't scared the dark molly off by her excitement. "Are you hungry? We have some food over there you could help yourself to."
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 19, 2021 15:21:15 GMT -5
"ah, the offer is appreciated, but we'll manage for now."
Cocoa is curious to hear about Jack Frosts twolegs as well. Whenever he talked about them it was always interesting. She didn't think it could ever be the life for her, especially if she was away from Lemon. But it was like the stories of the cats in the forest, interesting. Something beyond her.
They take a few more twists and turns, and Puddle's tail crooks as she scents something in the air. Pigeons? Definitely pigeons. "I think I smell prey up ahead. We may want to be quieter"
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Post by Novi on Feb 19, 2021 21:04:14 GMT -5
"Sure are. Wouldn't keep goin' back if they weren't." Jack Frost nodded. "Scared? Not really. I mean, the little ones don't always understand the idea of "personal space", but if it ever got to be too much I'd just hide out where they couldn't reach me. They'd find something else to amuse themselves after too long." As to always being comfortable around them, he tilted his head slightly. "Them? Yea. Humans as a whole? Not always. But if you spend enough time around them all, you start getting a sense of being able to sort the bad apples from the good ones. I haven't been wrong yet about anyone my humans have brought around."
Jack Frost fell silent at Puddle's words. His pace slowed and he wiggled out a bit more from the blankets to see better. He sniffed, but couldn't smell anything beyond human scent.
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Post by faundestwishes on Feb 22, 2021 9:35:21 GMT -5
It was interesting, passively, for Puddle to listen to Jack Frost talk to Timber. Actively, however, her attention is on scenting the air. This wasn't her forte, that was for cats like Cocoa. With a flick of her tail Puddle ducks further down the alley, turns a corner, and they see her launch as she disappears. Mice scatter behind her towards the group.
"Got one!"
Cocoa almost vibrates from under the bedding. The mice are startled towards them, Puddle peeking around the corner with one in her mouth, and it seems to be driving the prey right into their paws. Definitely not a smooth of a sneaky attack, but Cocoa yelps
"Hurry before they get away!"
(Also, probably wont be responding much tomorrow. I've got a long day of travel for work, so I'll be in transit most day rip)
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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 23, 2021 0:41:14 GMT -5
(apologies for being MIA, had a lot of grading to do this past weekend)
Lemon's ear tips burn at her mate's shameless flirting. She always was terrible in figuring out how to respond to such.. blatant compliments. Lemon quickly takes the excuse of continuing the conversation at hand. "I honestly don't know how you stand 'em Jack Frost" Lemon meowed, her tail flicking with irritation just at imagining being around twolegs. "They're so grabby, no concept of personal space, and they can't even talk- just always making those awful yowling noises."
She turned though, interested in Puddle's comment. She really wasn't any good at hunting, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. Lemon open her jaws to taste the air, and was about to confirm the other she-cat's words when Cocoa shot forward, pouncing expertly on top of one of the small fuzzy creatures.
"Ah Jeez," Lemon meowed mournfully, shaking her hips in a mockery of a crouching stance before pouncing clumsily at one of the mice darting out of the alleyway. She clapped the rodent's body in between her paws, momentarily forgetting to extend her claws, before reaching forward and grabbing the mouse's tail with her mouth. The mouse, to his own credit, managed to save his life by reaching his tiny body around and biting Lemon square on the nose.
"Fox Dung!" She spat, comedically batting back the tiny creature and stepping backwards, her thin tail blown up to twice it's size. "Someone else better kill that thing, I want it's head!"
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Fluffy smiled at Kasha "Maybe after she's had some time to adjust you and Lemon could spend some time checking out that wound. For now though, there's nothing that makes me feel better than a full belly, so I'll show you to the food pile first!"
She swished her tail in a motion to have Ophelia follow and sat next to the fresh-kill pile near the center of the room. "Go ahead, take whatever you like. It's a little low right now, but I bet when the group comes back they'll have some food with them too."
Fluffy looked around the room, pointing out all the places of interest she could think of. it was probably important for Ophelia to know all the different ways to get in and out of the Outpost, so she made sure to point those out. She also gestured to the various sleeping areas in the shelter, and tried her best to describe their pros and cons. "The nests that are higher up feel more secure, and they can get warmer too because heat rises, but you also get the drafts from the windows too.." she explained, doing her best to be an effective tour guide.
At the end, she turned to Kasha. "What do you think? Did I miss anything important?" She meowed, tilting her head at Kasha and then turning her gaze back to Ophelia. "Orr... Do you have any questions about the Outpost?"
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Post by Copperstar☂ on Feb 23, 2021 18:23:47 GMT -5
Ophelia nodded as Fluffy showed her around. "I think I'd like a nest on top please." She mewed politely. She grabbed a mouse from the prey pile and took bites of it as Fluffy showed her around. "I do have one question," She meowed as she turned to Kasha. "Could you check out my side? It's stinging a little bit." She meowed.
Could Ophelia secretly be expecting kits?))
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Post by Novi on Feb 23, 2021 22:29:51 GMT -5
Jack Frost purred as mice came scattering towards them. "Oi, Cocoa," He jerked his head towards the mice and raised his shoulders. She rejoined him under the blankets and together the two large cats threw it over top the mice. Their squeaks were muffled as they were buried and as they struggled to make their way out, the others caught them easily. He let out a laugh at Lemon's misfortune of being bit, but obeyed and raced after the escapee mouse. It didn't get very far. With his large frame, he leapt and caught it by its tail. He dragged it back to him and killed it swiftly. Head held high, he returned to the others and set it down in front of Lemon. "As you requested, ma'am." He purred happily.
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Post by MadFaith on Feb 24, 2021 15:29:15 GMT -5
Timber hummed thoughtfully as Jack spoke, still not understanding the draw the twolegs held but regardlessly respecting the other tom's opinion. But as Lemon voiced her own thoughts Timber couldn't help but nod along quietly, he could never picture himself letting them get close to him and let them touch him, he nearly shuddered at the thought. His contemplation was interrupted by the sudden commotion caused by the mice scampering out of the alleyway and his muscles tensed instinctively as they started rushing towards him. Pouncing forwards, the tom breathed a sigh of relief as his claws hit their mark, sinking into the flesh of one as it tried to race past him. Picking up the limp body in his mouth Timber glanced around at the others, pleased by the amount of prey they would be bringing back to the Outpost.
Kasha meandered along behind Fluffy and Ophelia as the newcomer was given a tour of the building, smiling and nodding as the molly spoke about the different nesting locations and exits of the large den. As Fluffy turned to her and posed her question Kasha paused for a moment before smiling and shaking her head, "I think you covered everything perfectly!" Turning her attention back to Ophelia Kasha nodded enthusiastically, "That would be no problem at all." Moving closer to the injured she-cat Kasha pressed her paw lightly over the injury on the molly's flank her brow furrowing slightly from the heat coming off of it. "How recently did you get this injury?" She was worried it may be infected but she suspected it was not as bad as it could be, nothing a couple herbs couldn't help mend.
(I would be more than happy to have Kasha notice them if you would like, and if it is alright by Cinnamon)
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