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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 18, 2021 16:28:22 GMT -5
Humble Beginnings
Plot ;; A group of barn cats, living together in harmony. Until one of them begins to dream of starry cats and strange visions... The others are concerned for their friend clearly but are unsure whether his babbling about leaving the barn is so wise - after all, there's plenty of food and shelter here. The decision to go off on an adventure of unknown origins or stay in the safety of their home becomes heated as the summer wanes and autumn approaches....
Barn Cats ;;
Alistair
male - leader/prophet
played by blu
Iris
female
played by frost
Thistle
male
played by frost
Ember
female - expecting kits
played by blu
Petal
female
played by frost
Micah
male
played by blu
Other Characters ;;
Dove's Storm
female
played by frost
Lion's Feather
female
played by blu
Falcon's Claw
male
played by frost
Wild Thunder
male
played by blu
Relationships ;;
Key
name ♥ name - mates (=means kits)
name ↬ name - first cat has a crush on second cat
name ❣ name - cats are crushing on each other
name ✘ name - cats are ex-mates
name | name - different litters
name ✦ name - best friends
name ϟ name - rivals/enemies Alistair ♥ Iris = Petal & Micah
Thistle ♥ Ember
? ✘ Dove's Storm = Lion's Feather
? ♥ ? = Falcon's Claw | Wild Thunder
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 18, 2021 16:28:38 GMT -5
Saving in case we need it.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 18, 2021 16:29:21 GMT -5
Same with this one Miss Blu. little blu ♥ <3
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 18, 2021 16:30:35 GMT -5
Iris
Worry seemed to suffocate Iris as the beautiful silver and black maine coon padded beside the very heavily pregnant Ember. As she waddled along with the group, her belly almost touching the ground, Iris couldn't help but notice the exhaustion glistening in her eyes. Yet, she trudged on beside her without a single complaint. A few steps behind them, Falcon's Claw walked beside his younger brother, Wild Thunder. The younger tom still had a slight limp from an injury that still needed to heal completely. Near the back of the group padded Petal, Iris's daughter and Lion's Feather, Dove's Storm's daughter. Both had their eyes scanning the group and ears swiveled back to listen for anything that could approach from behind. Micah, her son and Thistle, Ember's mate, both scanned either side of the group. Deep amber eyes watched each member of the travelers, until it stopped on two felines at the front of the group. One was her lovely mate, Alistair. The other a newcomer that had joined them only a short moon ago. Dove's Storm was her name, a pretty little tan and brown bengal.
A exasperated hiss sounded from the molly as she walked at her mates side, clearly having words with the tom once again. The two were both head-strong and passionate about their roles as the defenders of their groups. While neither had asked for a leadership role, they both had become the designated leader of their own individual groups. Now, with the two combined, the pair seemed to clash over many decisions. With a heavy sigh, Iris just gave her head a slight shake before touching Ember's ear with her nose. "Are you doing alright, Ember.? Do you need to stop.?" •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•
Thistle
Even though his thoughts were consumed by his expecting mate and the kits that would soon be joining them, Thistle did his best to scout along the edge of the group. He had taken up the role with Micah of sticking to the edges to watch for danger. At some points, Alistair and Dove's Storm would allow the two toms to scout ahead of the rest to be sure that nothing major was in their way.
Now, on the third sunrise of their journey, Thistle felt an ache to his light brown paws. He passed a glance with light green eyes to where his mate, Ember, padded beside the barn cat, Iris. He couldn't help but feel gratitude towards the larger molly. She was a natural mother and leader, full of love and guidance for everyone. A true peace-keeper to the group, especially with the newest members.
With a sigh, Thistle turned and trotted around the back, giving a quick nod to Petal and Lion's Feather as he passed. Reaching the young brown tabby on the other side, he greeted Micah with a wave of his tail. "Anything over here.? Maybe we should scout ahead again. Try and find a spot to rest for the night and some prey to eat.? What do you say.?" His ears flickered as he spoke, the hiss of Dove's Storm and Alistair's bickering reaching his ears. The pair were arguing on if they should stop for the day or not.
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Petal
"Tell me again about the group you four came from?" While Petal had pestered the story out of the newest members of their group many times, she had yet to hear Lion's Feather's version of the story. Each time she heard the story, she was given another bit of information about the dreadful rogue group and the life Lion's Feather and her mother and friends had to live before. Her own life seemed so wonderful compared to the rest of them. She had been blessed to have her parents to guide her and her brother to learn with her. Like her mother before her and her grandmother before her, Petal was learning not only to hunt and fight, but also the ways of a healer as well. As Iris always stated, it was the way of out ancestors before us. Each mother taught her daughter the skills not only passed on to them, but the ones they learned on the way as well.
As they took up the back of the group for the third day in a row, Petal couldn't help but insist that her newest friend tell her the story of her past. She was eager to learn of those outside of her family. Just as she had learned much from Ember and Thistle when they had first arrived at the barn. They had spent the better part of a moon, getting to know the new members as well as helping Wild Thunder's injuries. After much consideration, Alistair and Dove's Storm had come to the conclusion that they would stick together and combine their two groups. Thistle and Ember had also chosen to follow the family of Maine Coon's and the Rogue's on the journey that her father's dreams insisted they take.
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Dove's Storm
The growl that rumbled in her throat seemed to grow until it rumbled deep within her chest. Her sea green eyes flashed with fury as she walked beside Alistair. Tail lashing behind her, she strode beside the tom who stood quite larger than her. Yet, she kept her head high and an authority to her walk. "I'm telling you, Alistair. They can manage until the sun sets. We must travel as far and as fast as we can." The fur on her shoulders started to stand up as she continued on. "You don't know those rogues. Remember that big burly brown tabby you saw wondering close to the pond a few sunrises before we left.? That's Hawk's Slash. He's one of the worst of that rogue group. He must have been following us. Watching us. They could have a patrol following after us now!"
Taking a very deep breath, the pretty light brown bengal forced her fur to lay flat. Her head swiveled to rest on Ember and then Wild Thunder. Both looked exhausted yet determined not to slow the rest of them down. She had to give the expecting mother credit. Heavily swollen with kits, and the smallest of the entire group, she held her own and was still quick on her paws. "I know they need rest. And I'm sure they would like to stop for a few days. I just don't think we should risk it. Especially because we will have to stop and settle once Ember has her kits."
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Falcon's Claw
Shoulder against his younger brother, Falcon's Claw couldn't help but feel his frustration's grow as Dove's Storm insisted the group keep on moving until dark. Shaking his head in agitation, he slowed his steps as Ember and Iris slowed in front of them. Beside him, his brother's limp had grown even heavier. It was clear the journey was exhausting not only the expecting queen, but the injured tom as well. For three sunrises, the group had pushed on, only stopping to allow them to rest their paws and to have a quick bite. They took turns keeping watch if they stopped to sleep for more than a moment.
Now, as they trudged on, Falcon's claw was ready for his own paws to get a rest. The sun was starting to sink in the sky, yet they still had some time until sunset. Glancing at Wild Thunder, he gave his bobbed tail brother a nudge. "We can stop when you get too tired. You need rest, especially since your wounds aren't fully healed. I don't care what Dove says." While he respected the older molly, the tom couldn't help but express his own thoughts and feelings about things. No matter if she was the leader figure to them, he wouldn't hesitate to put his paws down. Especially if it came to the protection and health of Wild Thunder.
little blu ♥
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 30, 2021 16:06:20 GMT -5
Bump!
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Post by little blu ♥ on Sept 16, 2021 17:16:58 GMT -5
Ember
she-cat ; former barn-cat ; heterosexual
The heavily pregnant queen marched along beside the much larger Iris, every muscle in her body screaming at her. Her paws were swollen and ached horribly with every step but the ginger molly refused to even flinch. There wasn't time to rest and Ember was too stubborn to let herself be any trouble for the rest of the group. Her back was tight with pain from carrying the weight of her kits all day and she felt true exhaustion and hunger eat away at her determination. The rogues' stories of their former group inspired fear in the little molly though - she didn't want her kittens anywhere near those bloodthirsty creatures. Which meant that they had to keep moving. Stopping just wasn't an option right now. Weary blue gaze sought Thistle's familiar brown tabby coat, letting out a slow breath when he passed by her to met up with Micah most likely. Just the sight of him gave her a boost of strength. Her steps became a bit more steady for a few moments before the exhaustion settled back in. A part of her deeply missed their barn home right about now, though she'd understood that the safety of their shelter had been compromised. Those silky ears of hers perked right up when Iris spoke to her, turning her attention to the other barn-cat. Warmth blossomed in her chest and she forced a smile onto her face, though she really felt like collapsing where she stood. "I'm alright, Iris. I know we have to keep moving. It is getting late though, huh?" she mentioned, glancing at the golden orange sun that was falling deeper in the sky with every passing moment. There was a dip in the ground that the queen didn't notice and her paw landed oddly, jarring her shoulder. The feline was already in pain, so she found it easy to suppress the flinch. The yawn she felt in her throat was much harder to choke down. "So clumsy," Ember chuckled, glancing at Iris and rolling her eyes at herself. Her paw-steps were weak, a wave of dizziness crashing down on her. The noise of Alistair and Dove's Storm bickering reached her ears and the molly knew she was part of the reason. Guilt fell on her shoulders and she debated speaking up, a hint of nervousness creeping into her pelt. She didn't want to put anyone in danger. So she tried to ignore the light-headedness and pushed on, panting now as she tried to maintain her cool. ❖ [ Iris ] ❖ [ traveling ] ❖
Micah
tom ; former barn-cat ; questioning
This was an adventure, that's how Micah chose to view the situation. A positive outlook and all that. He supposed he could be bitter towards the rogues for bringing danger to his home and forcing them to move, and a part of him did hate them a bit for it, but he was trying to keep his spirits up for his family's sake. He padded eagerly across the hilly terrain, barely feeling the exhaustion that tugged at his shoulders and weighed down his paws. He had always been a ball of energy, so he thrived in the conditions where he had to move all day. It definitely made him sleep less restlessly than he used to. His teal gaze slid to his sister, noting her close proximity to Lion's Feather. A frown tugged at his maw, claws slipping out of his paws before he turned away, shaking his head with an annoyed grunt. He needed to focus more on scouting. His head whipped up as Thistle approached, some of his irritation easing. The older tom had been giving him a lot of tips for scouting ahead and some of the different plants and creatures he'd seen. After all, Thistle had lived a whole other life before he ended up at the barn with Ember. He cast one last cursory glance at the soft green hills, dotted with gray stone or brown and yellow shrubs. "Not much, honestly. But yeah, that sounds like a plan!" Micah cheered, eager to explore more of the foreign land. Plus, hunting was one of his favorite pastimes, along with playfighting and sprinting. "Maybe we can find something for Mama and Em-" but the young tom was cut off when the sounds of hisses and arguing echoed back to them. His shoulder fur bristled, peering up towards where his father walked with Dove's Storm at his side. The two hadn't truly gotten along or agreed on a single subject since the rogues had entered the barn. Micah personally thought that they should split up and just go their own way. ❖ [ Thistle ] ❖ [ traveling ] ❖
Lion's Feather
she-cat ; former rogue ; demi-sexual
The golden bengal molly peered over at Petal with a small smile, her patience evident in her clear green eyes. Though the maine coon female was younger than her, she was the same size or almost a bit taller than her already. Lion's Feather was still trying to adjust to their size - most of the barn cats being giants. Still, she couldn't help but find Petal sweet, even if her questions threatened to bring up a lot of repressed memories. "Well, I was born into the rogue group. My mother originally named me Lion, for strength I think," she mused, tilting her head toward the sun. Her paws ached but she was sure that everyone else was sore too, especially Wild Thunder and the queen, who waddled ahead of them next to Iris. "Jagged Strike," she spat the name, making it clear how she felt about the tom, "was the leader - self-proclaimed of course. He insisted on giving everyone a second name, to signify who was a part of the group. He gave me the name Feather, an insult. It means being soft and malleable. A cat with no backbone." Those green eyes had hardened, her jaw clenching so strongly that it took her a moment to continue. "I grew up in the same alleyway as Falcon's Claw and his family. We supported one another and kept to ourselves. My mother didn't want us involved in any of the thieving or fights for power, so we scraped together what we could for food and lived on the outskirts," she explained as best she could, thinking back on her childhood. They had never had full stomachs and safety had never been a sure thing but she'd been loved. Dove's Storm had always been there for support and she'd never been without friends. While it hadn't been a glamourous upbringing, it hadn't been all bad either. "There wasn't much structure. Family groups, like ours, didn't usually stay together. Males usually left home to live with Jagged Strike and become part of his inner circle. Wild Thunder used to have a friend who hung around them... we always knew Twisted Tooth was bad news... Anyway, there were always fights over food and territory, luckily no one really wanted our alley. There wasn't... a sense of community I guess. You lived in Jagged Strike's territory, so you were considered part of the gang, but no one cared for one another - not like you guys do. At least, not outside our families," Lion's Feather conceded, glancing back at Falcon's Claw and his brother, concern in her gaze. ❖ [ Petal ] ❖ [ traveling ] ❖
Alistair
tom ; former barn-cat ; heterosexual
The large maine coon tom growled low in throat trying to keep his fur lying flat along his spine. He needed to keep his cool, even though there were few who could rile him up the way the former rogue could. It wasn't that she threatened his authority, Alistair had always been a diplomatic leader with a fair head on his shoulders. However, the molly was so quick to rile and argumentative. Added to the fact that she'd brought a huge threat upon his family, she just genuinely rubbed him the wrong way. "And I am telling you, Dove's Storm, it is nearing sundown now. We didn't stop yesterday, going all through the night with barely a chance to stop and hunt. It's time to stop. Ember and Wild Thunder need to rest, not to mention the rest of us," he replied, his tone deceptively calm, even while frustration flared in his pale green-gray eyes. A pregnant she-cat couldn't go two days without rest, especially a tiny one like Ember, no matter how much of a trooper the molly was. A few minutes wasn't going to anything and the sun was definitely lowering towards the horizon quickly. "I understand that we're in danger but if Ember pushes herself any further she's in danger of harming herself and her kits. She's barely eaten and every bite she has managed she's thrown it up. And Wild Thunder's wound smells raw and could be in danger of re-opening, which will only slow us down. We need to rest for the night!" his voice had risen a bit, the seriousness of his statement as cold as the grave. He would not risk lives needlessly just for the purpose of getting them father across the expanse of the hills. He refused to bend on this, especially when he peeked back and saw Ember's sorry state, her breath beginning to saw in and out of her lungs in a pant. Alistair shook his head and slowed his pace, worry and fear settling into his stomach. Traveling with a heavily pregnant queen had been a mistake. But what other choice did they have?❖ [ Dove's Storm ] ❖ [ traveling ] ❖
Wild Thunder
tom ; former rogue ; bisexual
In his mind's eye, Wild Thunder watched as his - former - best friend grinned at him crookedly, standing over him, claws digging into his throat. Then he was scrambling away from the bodies of his dead parents, shouting out in pain as Twisted Tooth latched on to his leg and pulled. There were caterwauls from Jagged Strike's circle all around him as his leg was torn into.. and then there was his brother, fighting off his attackers and grabbing him by the scruff, dragging him out of the alley. Betrayal felt like poison on his tongue, the bitter taste matched with his overwhelming guilt. He'd been rat-brained enough to trust Twisted Tooth and now his parents were gone. Thunder should have listened to Falcon's Claw and Lion's Feather when they'd tried to warn him away from the other tom. He'd just been so happy to have a friend his age... Dove's Storm hadn't known he'd broken their rules until it was too late and he and his brother had become orphans. Now he leaned heavily on Falcon's Claw, his head resting on his brother's shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. Every day he wondered how his older sibling didn't hate him for what he'd done. At the same time he thanked his lucky stars because thought his brother's hatred might actually kill him. Wild Thunder ignored the pain for the most part, telling himself it was no less than what he deserved. Still, walking sent a jolt of pain through him with every step and they hadn't stopped for more than a few minutes in more than a day. His eyes drooped, peering up at his sibling as he mentioned stopping. That sounded nice. Rest sounded lovely. "Not if... the others don't stop," he muttered, flattening his ears to his golden tabby skull. ❖ [ Falcon's Claw ] ❖ [ traveling ] ❖
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Sept 30, 2021 14:25:41 GMT -5
(Bumping!)
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