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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 25, 2021 22:39:47 GMT -5
[ I'll start writing my reply as soon as I get out of the shower and wind down for bed! I'm gonna try to incorporate the cedarpelt nonsense this go around, but I feel like there's a lot to unpack and a good deal of exposition to be done so that might be a weekend task - but I want to get moving!!!
I really like that idea. The voices could be ancestors trying to tell the young warrior (I think we should do this new generation of apprentices, it might be more fun - and less waiting time x3) that they need to cooperate with RippleClan. I was thinking something that would use one or two of the apprentice's names, but maybe it could be something like "through scorched earth runs a steadfast river, sustained only by the marshland's haven. But what becomes of an alliance when it's all run dry?" and then something to do with the apprentice's names. LMFAO i have no idea but let me know if that makes sense!
I think we could do like one apprentice from each clan, and then their kin come with, like what you're saying!
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 26, 2021 0:36:05 GMT -5
RIVERSTRIKE
Flatstones.
aether Jackdawstar
Jackdawstar's words lingered on the cool night breeze. They swirled around Riverstrike, enveloping her in a cacoon of introspection and wisdom. The blue warrior sat on the slate stone beside the tom, rather speechless after his eloquent diatribe. She trained her pale blue gaze onto him, watching as he stared dreamily into the shadows of the night, his yellow eyes following the river as it slithered into the trees of RippleClan territory, like a silvery snake retreating into its nest. Emotion built up within her and tightened her chest. The rival leader, whom she had known adjacently or otherwise for so many moons, was so much more than just another tom whose birthright pitted them against one another. There was a softness to him, an unprecedented gentleness with which Riverstrike had never been acquainted. She had never met another cat with such an authentically kind disposition or with greater perspective. As she gazed adoringly in his direction, she saw his commanding black form silhouetted in the cold moonlight, his long fur moving lightly as it was teased by the evening breeze. She watched his chest rise and fall in steady breaths, his expression neutral and content. Any other cat would find his stance normal, prosaic - aside from Jackdawstar's objective attractiveness, there would be nothing extraordinary about his state at the present moment. But if one were to look at those yellow eyes of his - glowing like twin flames against the darkness of his coat and the deep shadows of the night - they would see the profound compexity that lived passionately inside this tom. Riverstrike could feel it, pulling her in, enchanting her. Amidst all of his kindness, all of his diplomacy and dignity, there was an enigmatic, multi-faceted cat. It was evidenced by his words just then. They still echoed in Riverstrike's ears, filling her with humility and admiration. Beside her was a unique being, with an unprecedented mind and golden heart. And her she was, a mere warrior, an obedient cog in the machinery. What was she to him? What did he, an accomplished and successful leader, want to do with her? It was baffling to the blue molly - to him, she should be nothing. She should be a passing character, or a fleeting thought. An enemy. And yet, here he was, sitting beside her in the middle of the night, inches above a flowing river, blessing her with his personal musings.
Slowly, a bright smile climbed its way onto her features, and a low purr rumbled deep in her chest. Without thinking, Riverstrike leaned into his side, feeling his warmth creep slowly into her body. Her pale gaze followed his into the depths of forest, watching as the trees - their leaves turned black amidst the nighttime shadows - rustled gently in the wind. "Thank you for saying that. And, well, for just being here." she said softly, almost in a whisper. She curled her tail around his, responding to his earlier touch. The pair was enveloped in a calm, comfortable slilence, almost warm in the way it embraced the new couple. She searched for something equally as a thoughtful to share with him, searching her brains for sage words of reflection, but that simply wasn't the type of cat Riverstrike was. She was compassionate in a quiet way, siletntly thoughtful. Her quietude was her best known characteristic - that, and her analytical nature. She preferred to observe, to listen, to gather all of the facts and circumstances regarding her opinion and share it only if it contributed to the gerater benefit. And yet, it seemed as if Jackdawstar made her want to sing."You know, I've been waiting for StarClan to send me a sign of coming joy. Of something more, or something hopeful." Her words indicated her quiet confidence. She craned her neck to look up at the black tom's face, still leaning into him as she spoke. "I know we haven't known one another like this for a long time - hardly any time at all, really - but I'd like to think they've sent me you. And I'm excited to find out what that means."
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In the undergrowth mere fox length's away, the HeronClan warrior's words were heard by an uninvited guest. Lurking in the shadows downwind from the intimate pair was Cedarpelt, his electric green gaze fixed intently on the entangled forms of Riverstrike and Jackdawstar. His dark ginger fur bristled, a deep discomfort coursing through his veins as he watched them interact. At first, the tom was dumbfounded. What was Riverstrike doing out here with that mouse-hearted, minnow-brained sorry excuse for a leader? Surely she could think of better ways to spend her time - eating crowfood, perhaps, seemed a more worthy exercise that associating yourself with the likes of a RippleClan troglodyte. Then, he began to wonder if there was something more to the molly's actions. Maybe she was running some sort of operation, or an intelligence mission. Would Oakstar have dispatched the most unassuming, uninvolved, ordinary warrior to do such high-profile work? I mean, it would make sense. No RippleClan cat woudl suspect Riverstrike of running some sort of covert spy ring. She was too kind, too compassionate. Too weak, really, in Cedarpelt's opinion. She wouldn't last a day before cracking. He quickly eschewed that idea, dismissing it as an impossibilty. Next, he landed on rage. The russet warrior felt a certain heat develop beneath his fur, his claws unsheathing to dig into the soft earth as he mused about his silver clanmate's betrayal. Although he was no romantic, he knew star-crossed when he saw it, and she certainly was. It was infuriating to see such traitorous behavior from the molly. And for what? A bit of affection? Surely she could find that from any of the toms in HeronClan just fine. Cedarpelt felt a small bit of jealousy, in fact. Was not even he, one of the most skilled, most talented, most loyal tomcats across both clans, attractive enough for the HeronClan molly? It was one thing to go against the warrior code to defend your clan - Cedarpelt understood that well - but it was a wholly different thing to do so for just a little bit of love. The tom rolled his eyes at the thought.
After a few more heartbeats of watching, he felt the rage that had gown inside of him subside. The anger he felt gave way to a more insidious emotion as he began plotting his great reveal. A mischevious smirk crawled onto the tom's features, darkening his eyes as he kept them locked on the extralegal pair. Normally. Cedarpelt would have simply bust through the undergrowth in a self-gratifying flury of drama. He would have busted the operation right then and there, confronting Riverstrike and humiliating the RippleClan. This option was especially tempting, given the severe damage his ego had sustained from Jackdawstar's magniloquent diatribe tonight. But that was too simple, too cut and dry. No one would even know about the altercation - and what was the fun in that? Cedarpelt gathered his muscles together into a further crouch, pushing himself silently back into the depths of the forest. Rather than give the two meddling traitors the respect he felt they certainly didn't deserve, Cedarpelt would go straight to Oakstar. This sort of information was the kind that got decisions made. Blowing the situation up all at once would ruin the opportunity they had here. A little blackmail was exactly what they needed to get this border nonsense in line. It was simple, really. Threaten to expose the RippleClan leader if he didn't give them what they wanted, continue to manipulate and scheme until they got deeper and deeper into the rival territory... the entire thing was sure to delegitmize Jackdawstar, strip him of his leadership, and create success fpr HeronClan. Cedarpelt was confident in that. Once he was far away enough from Flatstones, the tom released a satifised huff, chukling lightly to himself. Oh, this is gonna be good, he thought to himself darkly, quickening his pawsteps to reach camp faster.
The new information he had stored within him made his pawpads itch with eager impatience. He thought quickly about how much ground he still had left to cover. Although Flatstones was not necessarily far from HeronClan camp, it did require some maneubering - especially if one wanted to travel through the forest, rather than through the open marshland. Cedarpelt paused slightly, taking a moment to ponder which route he should take. There was a shortcut he could use, and it would ensure that he would arrive back at camp before Riverstrike and remain unseen by her if she did end up leading her meeting soon. But the shortcut involved trekking dangerously close to a Twolegplace, cutting through a fenced in backyard, and across a small, pebbly Thunderpath that Twolegs often used to walk their dogs and venture into the forest. The tom weighed his options carefully. He was fully aware of the risk taking the Twoleg path would be. No cat really ever traveled near there for fear of capture or injury. And yet, Cedarpelt felt the tug of politics pulling him in that direction. After some thought, the warrior tom decided to risk it. Besides, he was an experienced warrior - it would have to be some sort of StarClan sanctioned miracle to find him captured by Twolegs. So, Cedarpelt set off, oushing his way through the undergrowth, thinking only about how beneficial his intel was to the HeronClan cause.
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Post by aether on Mar 26, 2021 16:41:52 GMT -5
[ 'it would have to be some sort of StarClan sanctioned miracle to find him captured by Twolegs' that had me rolling when i read it xD i love cedarpelt.
i'll get my reply up probably this afternoon! <3
also in regards to the prophecy plot, that sounds good! the 'alliance running dry' could be a double entendre. we could say that the immediate reason they are forced to leave the territories is because the twolegs have blocked the river building some stupid human thing, and this is accompanied by more twoleg interference. so the marsh begins to dry and they are starting to cut down the forest (basically just what happens in the books lmao), and because of this starclan need to 'travel to the new home', which weakens the link and they can't communicate. they no longer 'cover the clans sky'. or something Cx
also, also i just wanted to get your opinion. i love cutie lovey moments with jackdaw x river but there's only so many we can do before it is... repetitive o.o while we begin cedarpelts plot do you want focus on that, so not rping jackdaw x river, and just have the assumption that the two are meeting frequently and things are going well. then when we can pick it up again, they have an established relationship, and things start going down with shadethorn/the fire? basically just give the second plot some spotlight for a wee bit until the fire because i had envisioned when the fire happens that they are quite involved at that point and things had been going smoothly. but please, lemme know what you think ^-^ ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 26, 2021 17:17:50 GMT -5
[ xD thank you! He's my favorite to RP, it's so much fun. Take your time, no rush ^^
I really like that idea! Also the double entendre. I really like the idea of the Twoleg thing - maybe Sofie could be of use in that situation, since she knows so much about Twolegs? You know? Like maybe she could have some sort of intel.... not sure how realistic that would be, but just throwing out an idea. It would be her way to initiate herself into the clan.
I'm really glad you said that ^^' i envisioned that as kind of the last part of that secret meeting, transitioning into the plot of the Cedarpelt x Sofie stuff. I should have made that more explicit, I apologize for that!
I think it'd be fun to start diving into Sofie and Cedar, and get them established. then we can do a similar sort of transition into Shadethorn and the fire. I was thinking, also, that Shadethorn would begin his blackmail and displace Bramblefang before the fire. Then, he's deputy when the fire happens and Oakstar, Bramblefang, Riverstrike, Cedarpelt, and Jumpfox try to help depose Shadethorn and protect Jackdaw when they're all in the same camp. But I'm not sure what makes the most sense. What are your thoughts?
Was also thinking that Cedarpelt and Sofie would make it back to the clans shortly after the Clan alliance, but before Shadethorn is found out. Larkstripe will die in some way or another in the fire and Brooksong will have been made deputy. Maybe she is also involved in the ousting of shadethorn?? Another thing to think about.
Just an additional thought, too - what if we added an extra layer of ~spice~ and had some accusations thrown against Jumpfox or other RippleClanners of killing Cedarpelt? Because he'll be missing and Oakstar will no doubt be looking for him and concerned. I just feel like we need to have an eventual notice of his absence because he's kind of a big personality and it'd be weird if they were just like "ope no Cedarpelt o.o Oh well!" yknow? xD Would love to hear your thoughts or any other ideas?
sorry to throw a lot at you at once!!!! I don't want to be overwhelming!! x3 ]
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Post by aether on Mar 26, 2021 19:01:57 GMT -5
[ I like that idea of Sofie having some input! I imagine that HeronClan would not be pleased to invite a former kittypet into their ranks, so it would her time to shine and prove herself worthy.
No, that's all good! I did get that vibe from your post which is why I wanted to clarify but I'm glad we are on the same page. I am very excited to introduce Sofie, so I'll tie up Jackdaw x River with a reply there (just a short thing from his side) and I'll move into introducing Sofie - presumably it would be a few days after Cedarpelt was captured.
I completely agree with everything you've said tbh! Before the fire, Shadethorn sees Jackdaw x River and starts to blackmail him, so Jackdawstar reluctantly makes Bramblefang step down. This is extremely out of character for Jackdawstar, but the fire comes and brings it's own trouble that shocks the clan into quietly - albeit unenthusiastically - accepting what happened. However, Bramblefang and Jumpfox are furious by this and with the HeronClan gang they do some Scooby-Do mystery solving on what Shadethorn is up to. Cedarpelt and Sofie come back to just... a giant mess xD Maybe Shadethorn could be particularly harsh on Sofie (even though Sofie isn't joining his clan) and that triggers Cedarpelt, which inspires the little Bramble-Cedar-Jump alliance. I feel like Brooksong would help out too but she would initially need to be convinced to help, rather then just getting on board with little evidence.
Jumpfox being accused sounds perfectly reasonable and would also make him seem unreliable in the effort to oust Shadethorn! I like! xD
Nooooo not overwhelming at all - makes me very excited to RP! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 26, 2021 20:56:10 GMT -5
The life of a kittypet often was stale. Those house cats who adored their twolegs would argue against that point, but it was undeniably easy to live amongst twolegs. Twolegs lived a monotonous routine that kittypet's ingrained into them the moment they entered the house: wake up and give me food, stroke my spine, let me into the garden, leave me alone, let me back inside the den, feed me again, scratch behind my ears, let me sleep. There was little room for change, twolegs are stupid and anything that shifted this procedure would surely shake them; kittypets were aware of this. Sofie felt impartial to her twolegs, she obliged in the routine that she had formed if only to keep them content, but she felt the repetitiveness of her days age at her bones from the lack of use. The white and mottled brown molly tipped her head and smiled faintly to the pretty ragdoll affront her. Worse then the repetitiveness of her life, was the squirreling chatter of frivolous house cat drama. Bluebell stared at her with excitement brimming in her crystallic blue eyes and she nodded her head eagerly in a way to prompt Sofie's response. An obliging sweep of her tail invited Bluebell to continue; the molly wasted no time.
"A new cat just moved in a few houses down!" Bluebell gestured with her nose towards a house that could not been seen over the fence line, "Apparently he is all... rugged," her lips curled with the promise of a mischievous purr, "from the forest."
Sofie was left with a choice now, one that she frequently considered when her friend came to her with neighborhood rumor offerings. To indulge Bluebell now would result in an afternoon of mindless buzzing from the nosy queen, however, Sofie remembered with a pang that she'd spent the entire day before avoiding her friendly neighbor. Bluebell did not have ill intent which was a fact that weakened Sofie's resolve against the idea of partaking in the conversation, the final point of no return was the resigning fact that if she were to brush off Bluebell then there was simply nothing else to do in her day. Sitting upon the fence top was one of the things that brought her joy and even that was becoming stale as it sank into the deep repetitiveness that her life revolved around. Sofie offered a nonchalant shrug and followed her friends gaze into the distance, "Those twolegs are always bringing in new cats. They never stay though, so it's not really interesting." She meowed matter-of-factly. It was true, that particular twoleg den seemed to house an array of homeless cats who were soon shuffled away, another cat would appear days later, and the routine continued. No one ever stayed for long. "I don't even bother introducing myself anymore," Sofie added.
Bluebell sighed dramatically and stood on tippy-toes as she enacted a swoon, "I saw him in the window! He is so handsome. Do you think he'll like me?" Bluebell's excitement melted into dread and she began swiping her tongue over her flocculent pelt. "I'm a mess! I haven't even given myself a proper clean this morning..." Sofie stopped listening to the tumble of words that befell from the kittypets maw. Her attention turned to this mysterious cat - the one she tried hard to stoically shrug off - and she narrowed her eyes. He's a forest cat... the last time a forest cat had arrived to that house she had been reserved, but on one occausion time when they were alone she'd shown Sofie how to stalk a yard pigeon. Her claws curled sub-consciously into the earth as she recalled the first time she'd ever caught a bird alongside the forest cat in the garden. The company of someone who has so unattached from the mundanity of a kittypet life was... refreshing. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully, would it be possible for this cat to offer more techniques required to hunt? To tell stories of a world so foreign, yet so intriguing? A pique in Bluebell's tone caught Sofie's attention once more and she was thrown back into reality with a jolt. Her tensed shoulders loosened as she sheathed her claws, perking her ears to listen. "I'm going to go and introduce myself. Snowy said that she saw him curled up on a bed the other day, I suppose he must be friendly - not like that other forest cat," the ragdoll curled her nose with disdain before a giggle bubbled from her throat. She bunched her muscles to spring onto the fence. "You can come Sofie, you always say you have nothing better to do!" With a heaving leap, the molly sent herself scrambling to the top of the fence. A heartbeat later she was walking, poised, along the maze of thin strips that separated each house.
Sofie sighed and conceded: she truly had nothing better to do, even if she didn't like to admit Bluebell was right. Following suit, she trailed behind Bluebell with a hint of reluctance to her steps. On the other hand, Bluebell walked with the over-inflated confidence of a cat who'd never been challenged in her lifetime, so comfortable in her life as a kittypet, and content in the fact that she would never know a life outside of the tedious regime she was accustomed too. The very fact she was thrilled at the thought of meeting a forest cat as though he were some sort of far-off spectacle was telling. Ducking her head sheepishly, Sofie realised with a flush that she herself was no better. Was it not only because he was a wild cat that she had any inkling of interest in meeting him? Her claws scraped precariously on the metal underpaw, the change in fence told her they'd reached the twoleg nest of intrigue. Bluebell dropped to the spongy grass in the yard and strolled towards the nest with her tail high and swaying the air, she moved with such an air of elegance and grace that Sofie shifted her paws self-consciously. She stayed perched atop the fence, hesitant to seem too keen to meet this new cat, although her green eyes were undoubtedly glowing and she leaned forward expectantly.
"Hello? Forest cat? We've come to meet you!" Bluebell's sing-song voice sounded. The way she phrased her words made it seem like she was blessing this stranger with her presence, and Sofie felt another burn of shame. Surely the worst thing for this stranger would be to feel as though he was under scrutinizing, judging stares? Sofie held her breath absently, watching attentively, not bringing herself to jump down into the yard just yet.
[ decided not to worry about finishing jackdaw. you summarized it really well with river Cx ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 27, 2021 13:24:46 GMT -5
[ OH MY I'M GOING TO LOVE THIS PLOT!!! That was SO well written and SO much fun to read xD
I'll try to have my reply up tonight, but my partner is visiting me (they go to another school and are here for the weekend ^^) and we're playing some board games tonight, so I might have to reply tomorrow. But I'm really eager to get started!! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 27, 2021 18:02:29 GMT -5
[ I know I'm so keen to rp it too!! I had a lot of fun writing it, I'm really excited to see Cedarpelt in this strange world xD
Enjoy your time with your partner! C: I hope you have fun with the board games! Board game nights are the best Cx ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 28, 2021 20:38:06 GMT -5
[ Thank ya thank ya! We had a good time c:
I just finished up some assignments, and I;m winding down for the evening - i'm soooooo excited to write this!! I'll have my reply up tonight! <3 ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 28, 2021 21:48:16 GMT -5
CEDARPELT
Twolegplace
aether Bluebell, Sofie
It had been seven sunrises since the last day of Cedarpelt's life. Three since his last attempted escape. The twolegs who had orchestrated his capture now held him in some sort of enclosed area, sectioned off by a strange fashioning of white sticks. The white sticks were all formed together in a foreign latticed pattern, leaving small holes in between the sticks where he could see out into the rest of the twoleg nest. The place reeked of acrid unfamiliarity, full of constant noise and persistent movement as the bipedal creatures who had taken him hostage milled about their claustrophobic space. Occassionally, they neared his tiny enclosure, humming soft cooing sounds, standing over Cedarpelt like pale, towering oaks with soft bark and strangely colored coverings. Every time they attempted to reach in, the tom would maintain his ground menacingly, fur bristled violently on his shoulders. Claws unsheathed and poised for attack, he would spit, hiss, and growl until they finally relented. He had managed a few damaging blows here and there, splitting their furless skins with his teeth and claws. Then again, the twolegs have had successes here and there. If they did manage to get ahold of the tom, he was almost completely defenseless. Suspended in the air, entrapped in their restrictive arms, he felt utterly and entirely useless. His flailings would sustain injurt on occassion and his writhings would conjur irritation and difficulty, but it was largely no use. Once a twoleg had wrapped its lanky, wrigglinh limbs around you, your life was up tp StarClan. Cedarpelt grew up knowing that.
His mind would often wander back to the moment of his capture. Of course, most of it was a daze of desperate confusion and profound, debilitating fear. Everything always came back him in clips, just brief snapshots of successive events. He remembered running through the Twolegplace - quite stealthily and skillfully, mind you - to get back to camp. He remembered scaling fences and manuevering around large, towering bins that smelled of crowfood. He remembered keeping his senses heightened, and hiding occassionally under wooden structures that attached to the twoleg nests. He remembered getting caught under one of these wooden structures, scrambling to get out in the deep blackness of night. He remembered tha panic that rose in his throat, the fear that made his heart skip beats and his hair raise on his scruff. Then, he remembered the moment. Suddenly, he was being lifted off the ground by some unknown, entirely foreign force. The squeeze of twoleg limbs held a vice grip around his middle, restricting his mobility. In this moment, the deep, debilitating terror he felt eschewed any natural instinct he had to fight back, and he sat - dumbfounded - in the hand of this ugly, violent creature. Eventually. he writhed and wriggled, hissing and yowling into the night, before being taken into the twoleg nest. And now, here he was. Seven sunrises later. Miserable.
Cedarpelt's muscles ached from his persistent efforts at escape. The skin around his claws pulsed with the pressure of overuse. His joints felt strained, and his mind clouded with exhaustion. The psychological toll of constant, unabated fear and alertedness was beginning to have his way with him. Right now, the twolegs who captured him were sitting in front of a strange box that emitted colored lights and made strange, discomfitting noises. They were in the other room. He, on the other hand, remained resigned to his little enclosure with one window that faced to the outside. The window was open, giving him access to the outside enclosure, surrounded by a metallic fence that was impervious to his efforts of escape - and trust me, he'd tried. Besides, what was really the point anymore? Although the twolegs were minding their own business, leaving him totally unattended, this was his first chance to rest after counltess exhausting efforts of escape. His green eyes, usually vivid with assuredness and intensity, were dull and downcast. He looked haggard and miserable, moping sullenly in window. At least he could hear the birds and smell the distant musk of the marshland he knew and loved. The fresh sounds of the wilderness - although tainted by the metallic chimes of twoleg items and the occassional rush of a monster on the nearby Thunderpath - were still calling to hmi. Cedarpelt closed his eyes briefly. losing his thoughts into a daydream of HeronClan, of his companions, of his home.
Hello? Forest cat? Cedarpelt was snapped out of his musing by the voice of another cat, approaching him rapidly. Whatever brief sense of respite had washed over him was now gone, shattered by the unwelcome greeting of what was no doubt a gaggle of brainless kittypets looking to start a useless conversation. However, the tom went on alert, raising his head to peer in the direction of the voice. Before him stood two cats, both mollies. One - a pretty ragdoll with a clear superiority complex - had landed in the yard, rapidly approaching where the tom sat half-in, half-out of his tiny little window. The other eyed him cautiously, remaning at her perch on the fence. His eyes rolled in annoyance, huffing against the ragdoll's sickly sweet greeting. What could these mouse-brained, pampered fools possibly want with him? He felt his nose curl in haughty disgust. He had seen kittypets before, both prior to and during his imprisonment. It was pathetic, how they pranced around obediently after their twoleg monsters, never once having to fend or fight for themselves. How could any cat live such an agentless, meaningless life? Cedarpelt's tail quivered with hostility as the first molly got closer and closer to him. "Not interested," he growled lowly, resting his had back down by his paws, eyes trained in the direction of the distant forest that surrounded this StarClan forsaken place. His voice dripped with hateful apathy, clearly indicating the measured restraint. Cedarpelt wanted nothing more than to hurl obscenities at these intrusive, nosy kittypets, but he knew it was no use - they were too daft to even recognize the sting of an insult, much less heed the message behind one. If they persisted, however, he knew he would not be able to contain the acrimonious disgust that boiled in his blood.
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Post by aether on Mar 28, 2021 22:57:22 GMT -5
[ hoooooo i'm excited xD such a good plot for cedarpelt tbh! throw him into a world he just... hates o.o ]
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Post by aether on Mar 28, 2021 23:44:55 GMT -5
SOFIE Twolegplace
Whatever the tom had said, Sofie wasn't able to hear from her position. However, the ripple of apprehension that trailed visibly down Bluebell's spine spoke loud and clear; he said something unexpected. Sofie stifled a short laugh and reconsidered, maybe it is exactly what I should have expected. Even when the last forest cat had lived there it had taken convincing for the raven coloured she-cat to become accustomed to even just Sofie's company, and Sofie considered herself to be an easy-going acquaintance. Faced with a cat such as Bluebell, who was so self-assured and uptight, it would no doubt be overwhelming. Admittedly, even Sofie found Bluebell to be exhausting at the best of times. Wanting to get into ear-shot, Sofie slithered down the slippery metal side of the fence and padded forward tentatively. She could see through the window-cage where the tom sat that he was in no mood for conversation, she did not need to be an expert in body language reading to know this. His tail moved agitatedly behind him, his attention was trained somewhere distant as though he wanted to exit the situation, and clearly he'd already said something to upset her ragdoll companion. Yet, Bluebell chose to be ignorant. The beautiful pure-bred molly was prideful in her position as a neighborhood leader; no one knew more about anything then Bluebell did! Whenever she had something to say, other's listened. If there was something she wanted to do, others would offer to do it for her. When this stranger denied her conversation, he was obviously out-of-line. She cleared her throat curtly in an attempt to regain the wildcats attention, fixing him with a stare that threatened impatience.
"I think you misheard me, feral one." Despite the tartness to her tensed body, Bluebell's voice sang with an over-exaggerated sweetness. "You don't know this yet but my name is Bluebell. I'm in charge around here, I'll have you know." She nodded to herself assertively and stepped closer to the bars that separated herself from the ginger and white tom inside. "So please, mind your tone." Her words were terse, but her face shined with the warmth of the sun, an annoying feature of her self-confidence. It was easy to see her ego had grown unhealthily under the praise and chatter she shared with her community, having never been challenged or turned down by any cat she interacted with. Even her twolegs treated her as though she were a prized possession, how could Bluebell be convinced that she wasn't an elite among commoners?
Sofie sucked in a sharp breath, her green eyes widened slightly at the exchange and she paused a few tail-lengths from the two. Frankly, she hadn't expected Bluebell's reply to be... indignant. She was well aware of how easy it was to bruise the molly's ego and that was the exact reason Sofie often obliged the ragdoll, simply to avoid the drama that came from not doing so. Smugly, there was a flitter of satisfaction that tingled in her stomach at seeing Bluebell's reign challenged by a cat who had no interest in stealing it at all. How simple it would have been if Bluebell had instead turned and left him alone, but that wasn't enough for the kittypet: she needed self-assurance. Sofie was aware that if she were anyone else who valued what Bluebell thought of them she would have tor****ed ahead to defend the righteous cat, but Sofie was not that cat. The white and brown molly yearned for the company of a cat who was dynamic and raw, not played-up and admired just because someone said to do so. Glancing back to the tom, he might have thought Sofie would offer her own opinion, however, she resigned to pressing her soft stomach against the grass and tucking her paws under her chest as she prepared for the show that was to unfold. There was a mischievous glimmer to her green gaze, otherwise she remained outwardly impartial to the situation. Internally... I wouldn't mind if Bluebell sulked in her nest for a few days, if he happens to put her in her place, I might get some peace.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 29, 2021 21:56:26 GMT -5
[ finishing up some work! will have my reply up tonight <3 ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 30, 2021 0:06:07 GMT -5
CEDARPELT
Twolegplace
aether Bluebell, Sofie
A dark, arrogant chuckle rose in Cedarpelt's throat. He had tried to resist - truly, he had. As soon as the two mollies approached in, sitting in his sullen state, musing about the home he had been so violently yanked away from, he has sworn to remain noncommittal. Apathy was always the best approach, especially when you wanted an overzealous and plucky kittypet to leave you be. But alas.... the tom just couldn't help him. The chuckle grew into a genuine laugh, its tone dripping with incredulity. It appeared that he actually been amused by Bluebell's measly little retort. The warrior gave his best effort to relax his guffaws, but the more hilarious he found the ragdoll's over-inflated sense of superiority over him - him! Of all the silly little doting cats she could have chosen from in this StarClan forsaken hell, she chose to challenge him! The thought of it was simply too much. Besides, he life had been so drab and miserable the past few days, he could use a bit of entertainment. It was clear from Cedarpelt's cachinnations that he was indeed laughing at the poor fool that stood before him. There was no change of heart, no sudden onset of friendliness. His amusement was purely insidious, enjoyed in spite of Bluebell and her silent companion. It was like there was a joke he was in on that neither of them knew, like there was some grand universal secret to which the tom was privy and the rest of the world sat in willful ignorance. In other words, the russet warrior practically oozed contemptuosness. But it didn't stop with just his body language.
"Oh, you poor thing," His deep voice rumbled in his chest, steeped in counterfeit pity. The words came in the wake of a bought of belly laughter and a hefty resolving sigh. It appeared that the tom had regained some energy from the exchange, for his dark green eyes twinkled with their characteristically villainous mischief. The captured warrior's face held an expression of feigned realization, his features exaggerated with theatrical performance. "Oh, of course you would think that! Of course you would genuinely believe that a vapid, empty-headed, brainwashed little pet -" he spat the word at her. It flew threw the air like a whistling barb, sharp with intent to harm. "- would have any idea what "in charge" even means!" Bluebell had certainly gotten a rise out of Cedarpelt. He had since gotten to his feet, now towering over the domesticated ragdoll molly. His solid muscles flexed and twitched under his sleek russet fur, hardened from a lifetime of use. His claws unsheathed instinctively, digging into the packed dirt of the twoleg backyard. The tom was astoundingly imposing, and not because of his - as Bluebell put it - "feral" nature. Cedarpelt was, in general, a rather bulky tomcat, with an unusually large stature and intimidating frame. This was something he had inherited from his father, Strongwater, who was one of the bigger warriors in HeronClan. Still, his size wasn't unprecedented in the clans. However, amidst the kittypets who stood before him, it was enough to stir at least a bit of shock. It didn't help that his fur bristled and his dark eyes glowed with a rather wild intensity. Bluebell had gone too far - and Cedarpelt would not let her forget it.
All this being said, he maintained his air of rather condescending aloofness. Though his disposition was threatening, he managed to hold on to his unfuriating calm. His tail flicked once behind him as he hefted another sigh, shrugging his broad shoulders. He regarded Bluebell with that same fabricated pity he had conjured before. "But that's exactly how your silly little twolegs treat you, isn't it? Like you're some kind of...special creature with otherwordly value," The tom shook his head - exaggerated, again - and tutted his tongue, training his eyes off into the distance for a brief moment. When they returned to face Bluebell, they burned with nefarious amusement, like twin flames. This was clearly all a little farce to the forest cat. He pulled his shoulders up to his ears, his voicing lilting a bit higher. "I mean, you are quite beautiful, if I must say." His words reeked of sarcasm. "But - and I am sorry to be the one to tell you this - you're simply just not. That. Important." He gathered his paws underneath him into a sitting position, curling his tail around his white toes. "But hey, as someone "in charge," I'm sure you can handle this big news."
Cedarpelt plastered a large, counterfeit grin across his features, hoping that his words would have some sort of apotropaic effect on the pretty little ragdoll. In all of this happening, however, he had forgotten about Bluebell's white and mottled brown companion. His dark geen gaze flashed briefly to her as if to ask, Have you got anything to say? It was almost like a challenge, although not as aggressive in nature. in all honesty, this was the most fun he'd had since getting his life ripped away from him so cruelly a few days before. And - he hated to admit it - the other kittypet's nature intrigued him. There was something about her that was enchanting in a strange way, something he couldn't quite place. Overall, however, he wished for both of them to just leave him alone or help him escape - nothing more and nothing less.
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Post by aether on Mar 31, 2021 7:07:35 GMT -5
[ sorry for not being on! assignments and schedule just decided to spring up lmao
i'll have my reply up in the morning! which i think is actually the afternoon for you Cx ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 31, 2021 10:32:42 GMT -5
[ all good, friend <3 whenever you have time. Life is important!
Yes! How funny is that xD Looking forward!! ]
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Post by aether on Apr 1, 2021 5:28:45 GMT -5
SOFIE Twolegplace
One would be correct in saying that Bluebell was sorely offended by Cedarpelt's callous, non-verbal response. The rolling wave of disdain and cruelty that swelled up and curled over like a tsunami cut so deep even Sofie twitched her whiskers timorously. Bluebell watched, aghast, as she stood nose-to-nose with a cat who on many levels, was just the same as herself. Whilst Bluebell wasn't able to comprehend such a fact, Sofie wondered if the ragdoll was for the first time in her life staring into an unblinking mirror. Bluebell and Cedarpelt approached things differently, but Sofie tipped her head as she pondered the fact one seemed to retaliate with snark just as much as the other. Bluebell's retort had been terse with a sense of self-righteousness, and now this stranger spoke with a false remorse that insinuated many of the same things Bluebell had: 'I am above you and I want you to know that'. All that escaped Sofie was the hint of a sigh and she turned her head towards a clump of potted pansies, watching with a gentle smile as an orange butterfly jittered and danced in the colourful petals. Momentarily, she was deaf to the sound of petty retorts and over-inflated egos. Bluebell, on the other hand, was alert to every syllable and sound that seethed through Cedarpelt's maw. Her pelt began to prickle with a hot inner-rage fueled by every word that this tom uttered. Admittedly, when he pushed himself to his paws and towered over her smaller frame she eased backwards a pace, not confident that bars between them would withstand the tom if he decided to strike.
With the tom tearing down ever brick she had delicately placed upon her castle walls, Bluebell had no where else to hide. She readied her swords and snarled at him, "At least my twolegs love me! Those twolegs you are with now are only going to ship you away to a pound!" Her voice grew tense with emotion, a hurt, and she flattened her ears to her skull. However, Bluebell was still the same egotistical molly, so as began to call her beautiful her attention reeled back in with intrigue. As her spirits lifted at the obviously sarcastic set-up for an insolent remark, she lifted on her toes and swished her tail, preparing her reply 'of course I'm beautiful'. In her foolishness, she opened the doors to let his tumultuous tsunami break over her defenses; all her swords were washed away. She was left sopping, helpless, and humiliated. The crestfallen look befell her features in a smooth motion that accentuated the heartbeats of silence after his cruel words were expelled. Bluebell only had one option left if she were maintain any form of her dignity after being berated by a cat she deemed below her status. "Fine, be like that!" She spat, her words reeked with feigned audacious pride. "While you sit in your cage, I'm going to go where ever I please! When those twolegs dispose of you just like the last cat, I'll be happy to hear it!" In her flustered flurry, Bluebell whipped towards Sofie and started for the fence line. "Come on Sofie, I'm going to tell Snowy that this cat isn't worth a moment of our time." Bluebell marched with her nose held abnormally high and her pelt bristled, an image of her obvious bruised ego.
At this, Sofie stiffened and scrambled to her paws to trod after Bluebell, pausing at the bottom of the fence while her ragdoll companion sprang to the top. She couldn't help the pang of regret she felt in not being able to ask the tom about the forest as she had wanted - of course, Bluebell had to ruin it! Sofie shuffled on her paws and glanced back over her shoulder towards the glowering russet coloured tom and she smirked faintly. Admittedly, it was nice to see someone who wasn't afraid to give back to Bluebell what the ragdoll often dished out. Bluebell disappeared over the other side of the fence and Sofie leapt up and followed her, trekking across the yard to the next: where Snowy lived. Each of Bluebell's movements screamed agitation, so much so, that Sofie decided it would be best to hold her tongue as they traveled towards the house of the Siamese molly. Sofie watched her paws as she padded along for fear that her gaze would burn into Bluebell's pelt and her mind traveled back to the wild cat. He was, undoubtedly, infuriating. Although she couldn't help but wonder if the situation would be different had Bluebell not approached so passive-aggressively. Much like the wild cat, Mischief, who'd taught Sofie how to hunt, that tortoiseshell molly that been distrusting and harsh to begin. However, with some sweetness and playful jesting from Sofie the wild cat had opened herself. I have to at least try! He could teach me something... and I can help him too...
"Oh, Bluebell," Sofie's words toppled from her maw before she could stop them. Bluebell stiffened and whipped her head back, agitated but reluctant to snap. She stared silently, and Sofie shuffled her paws as she continued, "I just remembered I needed to do something back at my nest. Maybe later I'll come by, okay?" Her words were spoken lightly and calmly, her eyes blinking slowly in a soothing gesture. Bluebell's shoulders remained tense but her gaze softened and she nodded. As the ragdoll disappeared over the top of a wooden fence, Sofie breathed a sigh of relief.
"What a morning," she mumbled to herself. Turning tail, she trotted back the same way they'd walk, her pace hastened by her increasing curiosity of this stranger. "I already know he is hot-headed," she mumbled as she mused to herself, "but that's nothing I can't handle!" Another grin snaked it's way onto her maw and she chuckled to herself. "If I could convinced Mischief to cheer up, I'm sure I can do the same for him."
The white and mottled brown molly braced herself with a steadying breath before she vaulted to the top of the fence line that rimmed the yard in which he was held. She teetered on the top momentarily as her minty green gaze locked onto his form still in the pen. He certainly was rugged, she smuggled away another giggle. Without the domineering presence of Bluebell, she felt much more alive and free-thinking, as though the imagine of the pristinely groomed ragdoll only reminded her of the dullness of her life. She'd not seen another cat as well-muscled as he and it only intrigued her further; he had to have some knowledge to share! She slithered down the fence into the yard and watched him from afar curiously, silently, until she made her move. Unsurreptitiously, she loped to the pansy's and brushed her flank over the colourful petals, allowing the yellow pollen to stain her sides and the delicious scent to fill her nostrils. "I'm sorry about Bluebell," her voice was soft, unnoticeable had he not already been paying attention, "she is a pain." She smirked once more, an amused glimmer in her gaze. "It seems she's met her match though, huh?" Her voice grew louder with a friendly sense of amusemen. Whenever Bluebell was down, she required flattery to lift her spirits again; it seemed worth a try to see if it uplifted the stranger too. "But I bet you are used to standing your own ground, you sure look strong enough," to emphasize her point, she stretched deep and clawed at the springy earth.
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Post by aether on Apr 1, 2021 5:29:33 GMT -5
[ gah! finally got my assignment done. it was a pain Dx i thought i had it done but turns out i was given the wrong information and had to go back and redo parts. ah well, done now! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 1, 2021 17:06:29 GMT -5
[ ugh I'm so sorry that's the worst!! bogus about the wrong info, but I'm glad that you got it done c:
I;ll have my reply up tomorrow (for me hehe), more than likely! I'm havin a bit of a sleepy day and I have a big study day tomorrow morning and afternoon. Planning on having everything done by Friday night! ^^ ]
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Post by aether on Apr 2, 2021 18:41:45 GMT -5
[ enjoy ya resting chill time! and, uh, enjoy big study day xD if you can
i'm off to work today  ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 2, 2021 21:36:20 GMT -5
[ yuck work! >:c Hopefully you'll have some fun though!!
Thank you! If it's alright, I think I might wait to write tomorrow. Feeling a bit under the weather and going to catch up on sleep tonight. Tomorrow, I promise promise I'll have it up! ]
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Post by aether on Apr 3, 2021 5:50:55 GMT -5
[ I GUESS that's okay for you to do it tomorrow :-P
nah jkjk, rest up! i hope you feel bright and sunny tomorrow! (today? tomorrow? idek) ^-^ ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 4, 2021 10:40:22 GMT -5
[ I DID NOT KEEP MY PROMISE I AM SORRY
working on the reply right now! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 4, 2021 11:24:38 GMT -5
CEDARPELT
Twolegplace
aether Sofie, Bluebell
The captured russet warrior rolled his eyes at Bluebell's mention of her Twolegs. The pretty ragdoll's contentedness with imprisonment was dumbfounding; how could any cat truly believe that living in such a limiting, restricted environment was at all a good thing? It truly confounded the tom as he blinked against the empty, desperate threats she hurled back at him. Whatever bit of amusement he had derived from their little spat dissipated quickly. His boredom was evident as he stared blankly, tiredly, back at Bluebell. She went on and on in her shrill kittypet drawl about how she could go wherever she wanted - comical, really - and how her Twolegs just loved her so much, and how he was going to be disposed of by the cruel, horrendous monsters who had ripped him from his home. Oh, how he wished they would! Cedarpelt scrunched his nose in disgust, before settling back down into a reclining position, further indicating how little the molly's words even registered. To him, it was insolent blathering, full of words and phrases the tom hardly even recognized. What even was a pound, anyway? Her attempts meant nothing. It was rather pathetic, really, watching the soft, unweathered pet puff out her pelt and spit petulantly at him. As Bluebell continued, Cedarpelt felt his mind bgin to wander, his deep green gaze turned in the direction of the nearby forest. Although the wooden fence slats obscured a decent view of the oak-concealed marshland, he could still feel its tug pulling at him from inside his pen. He could heard the deep croak of the toads and the high-pitched buzz of the cicadas, smell the peaty musk of the bog, taste the cool water of the river - all of it opened up an abyss of longing within him. Not one for so much emotion, the great wave of sadness that washed over him was surprising for the otherwise quite guarded tom. He settled his head on his snowy white paws - no longer muddied from their usual treks through the marshland - and hefted a light sigh, his body language significantly more depressed than before.
He was so lost in his wistful stupor that he didn't even realize the two kittypet's departures until the droning of Bluebell's contemptuousness gave way to a peaceful silence. Cedarpelt lifted his head from his paws and swiveled his ears in the direction of their exit, opening his maw a bit to taste the air. Of course, their scents lingered. The entire place reeked of kittypet. Their acrid, Twoleg-infested scent fumugated the whole landscape. It made the warrior's fur itch with irritation; he couldn't seem to escape the nearness of his neighbors. His mind returned to the forest, thoughts consumed in speculation about his clanmates. A sudden pang of insecurity tore down his spine, chilling his bones. Would they be looking for him? Did they know he was missing? Did they think that he befell some terminal accident, and were now mourning his death, unaware of his very-much-alive proximity to them? He let these thoughts fester for a moment, buzzing around inside of him like bees. They were accompanied by a fleeting sensation of futility. Maybe he deserved to rot here in a kittypet cage. Maybe his antics back at home - his arrogance, his crudeness, his self-importance - maybe they earned him a place in perpetual exile. Despite his natural personality, Cedarpelt was still decently aware of the ways in which he hurt his clanmates on occassion. Especially now, as he found himself with so much time to reflect and so much desperation to return. Maybe they were glad of his absence, and would never come to find him...
The tom raised his head abruptly, blinking against this self-depreaction. He quickly eschewed the negativity that he felt consuming him from the inside out. Of course they were looking for him! Not only was he one of their own and thus tied to him with obligatory dedication, but he was one of the most skilled, most valueable - if not, the most valuable - warriors in the entire forest! They would lost without his presence, completely bankrupt of any ability to protect themselves. Cedarpelt scoffed lightly at his own resigned acquiescence, shaking his head slightly. What was he thinking? Of course they missed him. Why, any minute now, one of his companions could come bounding over the hills just beyond the wooden fence that entrapped this Twoleg nest to rescue him. But that daydreaming was cut short but the sound of approaching pawsteps. They were horrendously concealed, sending great vibrations through the ground, alerting their presence to any aware being. Cedarpelt furrowed his brow, somewhat in curiosity but mostly in disdain. The smell of Bluebell's companion wafted into his now-parted maw, announcing her arrival before she even hoisted herself onto the fence. These kittypets are daft as toads, he hissed inwardly, closing his eyes in irritation. He was determined to ignore the mottled molly, lifting himself to his feet and circling once to lay back down, his back now facing where she would have entered the yard. He could smell the disturbed pansies as she clusmily ran through them, their sweet aroma swirled around him, mingling with her acrid, Twoleg-tainted scent.
And then, she spoke. Her words were delivered with a soft voice, almost imperceptible had he not already been privy to her presence. Frustrations bubbled up inside of him. Couldn't these stupid little pets take a hint? Could he not have made it any clearer that he wished to be left alone? The molly continued on, her soft mew giving way to a more cojoling tone. There was amusement in her voice, but it didn't seem to tickle Cedarpelt at all, nor did her strange desire to flatter him. He hefted a deep sigh, turning his head to face her briefly. The russet tom's dark green eyes burned with wild energy, his irritation evident in their depths. "Starclan, your kind is persistent," he started, unable to keep the growl out of his mumbled voice. "I don't know if you're naïve or just stupid, but I thought I made it pretty clear to you friend, or whatever, that I'm not interested in chatting." Cedarpelt's head moved back to where it had been before, his gaze trained back on the forest. "If you aren't going to help me get ouf of this earthly Dark Forest, then leave me alone." His tailed flicked agitatedly behind him, radiating hostility.
[ sorry, this was so bad xV I've been having some trouble with dialogue lately. You're so good at it! Hopefully the next one will be better! ] |
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Post by aether on Apr 5, 2021 2:07:42 GMT -5
[ it was actually so good don't even worry about it! ^-^
i will hopefully have my reply up tonight or tomorrow <3 ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 5, 2021 19:18:20 GMT -5
[ take your time! no rush <3 ]
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Post by aether on Apr 7, 2021 6:01:35 GMT -5
Twolegplace
Sofie's expression furrowed somewhat as she assessed the situation. He spoke words that were foreign to anything she'd heart before; not even Mischief had spoken with such dialogue. Intrigue pulled her further, tugging on her senses as though it were a small string - and the other side was wrapped around Cedarpelt's agitated tail. Whilst his tone drooled with hostility, Sofie eased closer to him with selfish, foolish intent. He was not a companion she particularly wanted to indulge in her time with, however, the emulsion of his far-off words and his skilled physique drew her like a moth to a flame. Every one of her days was an exact circle formed much like those of every kittypet she knew, where she felt entrapped in her own existence. But this cat seemed... different. In all his heightened doom-and-gloom, she could see that he was yearning for somewhere far away. For a moment, she stared at his back silently and conjured up her options. If she turned tail and left as he had told her so, she would be destined to a fate of bland kittypet-gossip with Bluebell. If she stepped forward and prospered... her heart flittered as she realised she didn't know what would happen. Perhaps she would merely befriend him until he was swept away by the twolegs, perhaps he would spite her back to her nest and flee on his own accord, or perhaps if she helped him... her eyes drifted from his back and towards the fenceline... he would help her too.
With a rush of excitement at the uncertainty of the situation, Sofie pattered forward until she stood beside the wire cage that confined the plucky tom and she scanned the latticed bars with her minty green eyes narrowed pensively. When Mischief had been locked away, Sofie had been able to unlatch a small partition of the bars. The nature of the latch made it impossible for a cat inside to curl their claws around and unhinge it, but from the outside, it just required precision and care. "You say a lot of interesting things," she murmured offhandedly. As the statement left her mouth, the molly stretched up with her front paws pressed to the bars and her hind legs stumbling ungracefully as she balanced herself. When she steadied herself against the bars, she pressed her paw on the latch and curled her claws around it. The latch required a motion of pushing up and then sliding to the right, however the latch was slippery against her soft pads. It required some concentration to keep her paw firmly on the clasp and her face contorted with the effort. Finally, a loud gasp escaped her throat and she stepped back with a smile of satisfaction.
She sat back and curled her tail over her paws. With the catch unhinged all that Cedarpelt needed to do was push the swinging door open to find his freedom. Sofie didn't say so, though. She lips curled mischievously and her eyes glimmered with humour; would he only become crabbier if freedom was a heartbeat away and he didn't know it? It was risky, but she wanted to make sure he didn't just bolt at the first chance he got. He required some buttering up! "What is a StarClan? Or a Dark Forest?" She tipped her head to one side, "I've never heard those words before, not even from Mischief, and she had been a free cat too." Her eyes misted momentarily as she thought of the long-gone molly. Hastily, Sofie added, "I actually learned to hunt from her, I still can catch a pigeon if I tried. I want to learn more about hunting." Her ears flicked a hint of bashfulness as she spilled out probably too much information. "Do you hunt?" Her prompting tone alluded to a deeper question: can you teach me more about hunting? Finally, she settled quietly, awaiting his response.
[ sorry for the delay! ^^'
how's ya life treating ya? i haven't asked for a hot minute haha ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 7, 2021 19:49:06 GMT -5
[ hey friend!! no worries about the delay - I'll try to have mine up tonight, but might have to be tomorrow! I'm trying to also write a starter for people noticing Cedar missing from camp, so we can get that ball rolling, too.
I'm doing well! Things have been hectic, but I'm feeling strangely calm? Idk. Fourth year of university has been weird ^^'
How are you?? I know school is probably picking up.
Also, I've been thinking about starting another, more official clan. I definitely would want to do something with two clans, though. I know you prob have a lot going on, but would you be interested in starting something like that? We could even bring some more people on, too. Of course, ABSOLUTELY NO worries if not! Just something I've always been interested in doing!! c: ]
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Post by aether on Apr 8, 2021 5:51:55 GMT -5
[ Ooh yeah! That'll be fun, I look forward to that!
Haha, you're remaining calm in the face of adversity. That's good though, means you are more level-headed and can do things even when they are tough! Keep going, the end of schooling is near haha!
I'm good! It is picking up a lot. I have labs due every Saturday and Sunday and they certainly aren't going easy on us, but thankfully the first wave of assignments is finished, phew. A week or two before more are dumped on us lol.
Wait that sounds dope o: I'd love to help! I'm not currently super active but when I get a break in homework I'll be back to being on 24/7 xD I'd love to help planning ideas with you or doing code (if you needed). What did you have in mind? Or were ya gonna make a planning page? ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Apr 9, 2021 16:18:47 GMT -5
[ ugh, I hate that. I know, things are really picking up here, too. We're nearing the end of our semester and things just keep piling. I'm glad to hear that you have a little breather until the next huge wave! Have you been doing anything fun lately otherwise?
Speaking of, sorry for the delay in getting my post up xc I'lltry to have it up tonight - I think it'll be good. Just some personal stuff going on!
Yes, for sure. I was thinking about starting it once school is over, when there's a little more time. So not to worry yet! When things slow down, I'd love to have some tips on the coding and whatnot xD Nothing super serious in the works right now, but might start a planning page in the next week here just to get things rolling. If you have anyone you think would be fun to include, too, let me know! Would be cool to get like a small group thing going and make it into a bigger clan. I was thinking like a mountin terrain territory or maybe like a tundra thing o.o so many ideas! ]
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