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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 3, 2023 20:10:19 GMT -5
  DESERTCLAN
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just a little one x one with 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ! - - - - - - - - -
-- TERRITORY -
a sandy desert with sparse shrubbery and cacti dotted throughout. the land fluctuates between flat and hilly with mountains in the far distance, easily noticeable to the clan but not within their territorial range.
CAMP - desertclan's camp is situated in a "bowl" of sorts between two of the larger hills on the land. thick shrubs and tunnels make up the dens in which the cats sleep.
STORMRISE RAPIDS - during the wet season a creek runs wild and swollen with plenty of water for desertclan and the animals within their territory. apprentices are advised not to come here without a warrior after violent storms. in the dry season the creek evaporates away, leaving only a dry, sand-filled waterbed.
GUARDIAN'S PERCH - a lone hill in a stretch of flatland. it's common for patrolling warriors to sit atop this hill and scan the flatlands for any signs of danger.
SUNSETFLAME THICKET - a long stretch of heavy vegetation on the clan's western border. on clear, dry days the sunset sets this part of the territory ablaze with the hues of the setting sun.
COYOTE DENS - just as the name suggests, this is an area in the far north area of the territory where coyotes tend to be more common. no cat is permitted to patrol this border alone.
THUNDERHOOF PLACE - a ranch just outside the clan's borders to the southeast. while not typically a dangerous place, there are a large number of barn cats and livestock that could become hostile.
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-- PLOT -
just your classic forbidden romance plot. one of desertclan's apprentices, mistypaw, runs into the young barn cat known as cowbell. the two hit it off pretty much right from the start, and thus begins a curious friendship that soon blossoms into more.
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-- RELATIONSHIPS -
hareleap mentors mistypaw
owlfoot mentors stonepaw
tallbird mentors skypaw
graystorm mentors kestrelpaw
smokefeather mentors antpaw
chiabreeze and graystorm are mates
peachwing and smokefeather are mates
hawkwasp and hareleap are mates
frogsong and wildfall are mates
tumbleblossom and owlfoot are mates
wilder and domino are mates
kestrelpaw has a crush on skypaw
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-- FAMILY TREE
moleclaw x ??? = tawnyface
tawnyface x foxshade = owlfoot, brackenpaw, amberkit
emberfang x willownose = flamehade, ashenlight, graystorm
brittlebrush x pinyonflight = mothstar, mallowsnap
sunfang x creekstream = peachwing, pearshade
palepelt x cactusblaze = hickoryburn, hawkwasp ; tallbird
sandstone x lilypetal = tumbleblossom, wildfall
chiabreeze x graystorm = mistypaw, stonepaw, skypaw
peachwing x smokefeather = kestrelpaw
flameshade x skipper = antpaw
tumbleblossom x owlfoot = sandykit, aspenkit
wilder x domino = sweetpea, ace, wrangler, turnip green ; cowbell, dorothy, diamond
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-- ALLEGIANCES
-- LEADER
Mothstar: long-legged brown ticked tabby molly with amber eyes
-- DEPUTY
Ashenlight: gray ticked tabby molly with a bobbed tail and pale yellow eyes
-- MEDICINE CAT
Bucktail: cream tabby tom with a feathery tail and copper eyes
-- MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
n/a
-- WARRIORS
Hawkwasp: red classic tabby tom with curly fur, a white throat, and green eyes
Brittlebrush: black classic tabby tom with curly fur, white toes, and hazel eyes
Hareleap: long-legged and thin brown tabby tom with leafy green eyes
Mallowsnap: lithe, chocolate ticked tabby molly with green eyes
Smokefeather: large blue tomwith a white belly and socks, with gold eyes
Graystorm: solid gray tom with amber eyes
Chiabreeze: long haired blue spotted tabby with gold eyes
Hickoryburn: red ticked tabby tom with intense green eyes
Owlfoot: slender brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Pearshade: solid and white classic tabby, with bi colored blue and green eyes
Tallbird: apricot ticked pseudo tabby molly with pale green eyes
Frogsong: slim and leggy seal point molly with light blue eyes
Wildfall: scruffy ginger molly with amber eyes
-- APPRENTICES
Stonepaw: white and silver tabby tom with amber eyes
Mistypaw: fluffy blue point molly with clear blue eyes
Skypaw: small black molly with an amber eye and one blind, pale blue eye
Antpaw: small red ticked tabby tom with amber-green eyes
Kestrelpaw: blue and cream spotted tortoiseshell molly with short fur and copper eyes
-- QUEENS & KITS
Tumbleblossom: black and red mackerel calico with a white belly and legs; green eyes
Sandykit: caramel tom with short fur, a white throat, and green eyes
Aspenkit: very small cinnamon tabby tom with round, soft amber eyes
Peachwing: spotted torbie molly with amber eyes
-- ELDERS
Moleclaw: brown spotted tabby tripod tom, with green eyes
Tawnyface: brown swirled tabby tom with one amber-green eye
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 3, 2023 20:10:53 GMT -5
- x extra post Mothstar - long-legged brown ticked tabby molly with amber eyes ; loyal, strategic, distant Bucktail - cream tabby tom with a feathery tail and copper eyes ; friendly, naive, energetic Graystorm - solid gray tom with amber eyes ; hardworking, fatherly, traditionalist Mallowsnap - lithe, chocolate ticked tabby molly with green eyes ; fiery, aggressive, witty Hareleap - long-legged and thin brown tabby tom with leafy green eyes ; energetic, sociable, wise Hickoryburn - red ticked tabby tom with intense green eyes ; flighty, quiet, thoughtful Owlfoot - slender brown tabby tom with amber eyes ; anxious, cautious, family-orientated Wildfall - scruffy ginger molly with amber eyes ; feisty, arrogant, playful Skypaw - small black molly with an amber eye and one blind, blue eye ; reckless, argumentative, pushy Antpaw - small red ticked tabby tom with amber-green eyes ; bitter, snappy, asocial Peachwing - spotted torbie molly with amber eyes ; nurturing, stubborn, guarded Aspenkit - very small cinnamon tabby tom with round, soft amber eyes ; soft, nervous, introspective Tawnyface - brown swirled tabby with one amber-green eye ; wise, fatherly, friendly Wilder - black and white molly with amber eyes ; hardy, gruff, mulish Cowbell - black and white tom with one blue eye and one amber eye ; naive, open-minded, curious Dorothy - black and white molly with green eyes ; motherly, considerate, soft Wrangler - black and white tom with pale green eyes ; daring, sporadic, tough Soliel - dilute tabico molly with soft blue eyes ; flighty, soft-spoken, adaptable |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Apr 5, 2023 2:51:53 GMT -5
extra post -———— Ashenlight - gray ticked tabby with a bobbed tail, and pale yellow eyes ; meticulous, even tempered, persistent Smokefeather - large, blue tom, with a white belly and socks, with gold eyes ; protective, quiet, commandingPearshade - brown and white classic tabby, with bi colored blue and green eyes ; laid back, talkative, forgetfulChiabreeze - long haired, blue spotted tabby, with gold eyes ; inquisitive, determined, affectionateBrittlebrush - black classic tabby tom with curly fur, white toes, and hazel eyes ; mindful, anxious, sentimental Tallbird - apricot ticked pseudo-tabby she-cat, with pale green eyes ; opportunistic, agile, decisiveFrogsong - slim and leggy lilac point, with light blue eyes ; keen, self-assured, pedantic Hawkwasp - red classic tabby tom with curly fur, a white throat, and green eyes ; aloof, temperamental, vigilant Stonepaw - white and silver tabby tom, with amber eyes ; easygoing, independent, sociableMistypaw - fluffy, blue point molly, with clear blue eyes ; bold, optimistic, impulsiveKestrelpaw - blue and cream, spotted tortoiseshell she-cat, with short fur, and copper eyes ; opinionated, foolhardy, expressive Tumbleblosom - black and red mackerel calico, with a white belly and legs, and green eyes ; kind, nurturing, bashfulSandykit - caramel tom with short fur, a white throat, and green eyes ; hardworking, traditional, confrontational Moleclaw - brown spotted tabby tripod tom, with green eyes. ; honest, conventional, diligent Domino - scruffy black and white tom with light amber eyes ; easygoing, proud, immature Sweetpea - delicate and tailless white molly, with scattered black spots, and blue eyes ; charming, petty, noncommittal Ace - tuxedo tom, with gold eyes, and missing half an ear ; daring, dashing, informalDiamond - black molly, with a white diamond chest, and green eyes ; spoiled, prudent, excitable |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Apr 5, 2023 17:28:21 GMT -5
 Hot. Dry and hot. That's all Mistypaw could focus on as she trudged along at the back of the patrol. Her eyelids felt heavy from just waking up moments ago. Even though it was well into the early afternoon, she had come back into camp late last night after a dusk border patrol with her mentor, Hareleap. And here they were again, back out into the warm desert, but this time accompanied by Pearshade, Wildfall, and the leader of their patrol, Smokefeather. At least they were going hunting so she could busy her mind with that, but she missed the cool, crisp air of the night. Trying to stifle a yawn, Mistypaw picked up into a trot to weave her way towards the front of the pack, she had strayed a little too far from her mentor. Not that she had to be beside him at all times, but Hareleap was comforting, and she wanted to check in with him.
"I was thinking I could hunt on my own this time," she told him before quickly adding, "you let me the last couple of times. I won't go far, I promise." A hint of pleading slips into her tone, despite trying to come across as confident and nonchalant. As an older apprentice, Mistypaw had become quite skilled over the moons. She didn't need to watched all of the time, plus, they were just hunting. Hareleap knew that she was practically an expert hunter at this point. Surely he didn't need to tag along to check her hunters crouch technique. That was kit stuff. Mistypaw was much closer to being a warrior than she was to being a kit. Mothstar could honestly name her a warrior today, she felt that ready to graduate. Then again, there's probably still so much Hareleap has to teach her.
Before Hareleap would actually get the chance to respond, a gruff noise interrupts the idle chatter as Smokefeather slows to a stop. "Be back here before sunset, and don't go too far." He didn't name it specifically, but the large tom was talking about not disturbing the thunderhoof place. The clan had been wary of the ranch ever since the rogue ambush from before Mistypaw was apprenticed. She understood why most cats still avoided the place, but surely the barn cats ween't as vicious as those monstrous rogues. She always imagined the barn cats to be harmless and lazy, she would bet that even if a mouse ran right up to their paws, they'd still struggle with catching the prey. With that in mind, the blue point molly always got a little nervous anytime she went too close to the thick fence.
Again, not giving Hareleap time to answer, Mistypaw would already be turning her back to him and calling over her shoulder, "see you before sunset," before darting off into the shrubbery. He couldn't say no if she wasn't there. Though, if her mentor really wanted to, he could catch up to her in a heartbeat. Hareleap was one of the fastest runners in the whole clan. She hoped he would just let her go. I'll gladly accept any punishment when I get back, but please, StarClan, don't send him after me.
After sending off that little prayer, Mistypaw continued to run until she was sure that she wasn't being pursued. With a triumphant smile on her face, the cream and blue molly lifted her head to scent the air, hoping to catch on to a trail. It seemed that luck was on her side today because she quickly picked up the scent of a rabbit nearby. Following the trail on quiet paws, she spotted its cream fur easily blending in to the sand and the shrubs. She watched its little nose twitch before it brought its paws to its face to wipe itself. Mistypaw crouched down low, focus unblinking as she crept forward ever so slightly. Taking a deep breath in, she held it for a second before taking her leap. What she expected was to land right on the rabbit's body, but instead she pounced directly on to the sand, catching its light colored fur out of the corner of her eye hopping away. Her reaction was quick, chasing after the rabbit and gaining on it, paying attention to nothing but her prey. She was ready to pounce again when she watched the rabbit squeeze itself under a horizontal post of the fence to the ranch.
Mistypaw slowed to a stop and stood just before the fence, watching the rabbit run further and further away from her. Her stomach flipped and she fought with herself to chase it still. Smokefeather warned them not to go near the thunderhoof place and she had completely ignored those instructions. Still, she couldn't just let the prey get the best of her. So, taking another deep breath, the fluffy apprentice also squeezed her way through the fence and tentatively chased after her rabbit once again. Unfortunately, she had lost the scent trail by then and was left standing in the middle of a field. A noise she'd never heard before startled her from behind, and Mistypaw turned around just in time to see a large black and white hoofed beast headed straight towards her. Heart racing, she couldn't seem to get her paws to move, to run away before she could be trampled by this huge creature. She had just enough sense to send a quick prayer to StarClan, willing the beast to somehow miss her with its sturdy hooves. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 6, 2023 16:08:44 GMT -5
Hareleap »
with mistypaw, smokefeather - 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 & wildfall
A sun perched low across the horizon cast down a barrage of heat. Only a few hours into the morning and already the desert sand was hot underpaw. Not a cloud in sight among the sky signaled that today there would be no relief from the heat until sundown. The dry season was in full swing, not a drop of moisture to relieve any of the desert animals from the smothering heat. Midday patrols would need to be careful if Ashenlight decided to send any out - on days like this it was sometimes smarter to risk the borders go unpatrolled than risk the lives of their warriors under the eye of the scorching sun.
For a cat like Hareleap, his physique slender - skinny even - and his pelt tight against his body, the high morning sun wasn't the worst thing that could happen. He was a pure DesertClan cat through and through, generations upon generations of cats who had called this land home had their blood running in his veins. He was as resistant as they came, yet that didn't stop the brown tabby warrior from wondering just how hot the land would become today. This very well could be the only patrol going out until next dawn, so they had to make sure they did everything effectively and efficiently. Rogues had attacked some moons ago, and while there had been no confirmed signs of the flea-bitten scoundrels since then, there could not be a chance of them returning. Too many Clan cats had been injured, and even lost, to the attack. Warriors still wore scars of the raid, some physical while some mental. Hareleap himself was finding it harder to give an outsider the benefit of the doubt now, and he had always been on the friendlier side of things.
The rogue attack had increased the patrol schedule as well. Ashenlight, the Clan's deputy, had lost one of her littermates in the battle, and it had been that same littermate that had caused the battle as well. This increase was starting to die down, but some cats were still assigned to patrol after patrol. For Hareleap and his apprentice, Mistypaw, this was the case. The two had patrolled only just last night, and here they were out into the desert again. Hareleap didn't mind the double shift of patrols, he had the energy to spare, but he could tell that Mistypaw was still tired from last night. She was sticking to the back of the patrol, steps heavy, head lowered. Hareleap had stayed close to the molly, keeping an eye on her, but he had no doubt that the apprentice could take care of herself. She was doing exceptionally well in her training. She was no longer the kit-fluff covered kitten that she had been when becoming Hareleap's apprentice - now she was sleek muscled and powerful, a true warrior in the making. In just another moon or so it would be time to talk to Mothstar about making her a warrior, and her not complaining about how tiring two patrols in a row was only proved to Hareleap all the more that she was almost ready to take up her warrior name.
Idle chatter had fluttered between the cats here and there, mostly between Hareleap and Wildfall, but silence had befell the patrol until Mistypaw piped up, voice hopeful for a positive response. Hareleap turned to rest his gaze upon his apprentice, jaws parted to speak, yet his tongue remained still as the patrol's leader, Smokefeather, responded. Hareleap snapped his maw back shut, nodding his approval. Mistypaw was becoming a fine hunter, and with her training so far in progress now, Hareleap had been letting her go on her own more and more as of late. This wouldn't be the first time he had allowed the young molly to split off on her own and hunt; he had full faith in her that she would return in time. As she bounded off, Hareleap flicked his tail high in the air, a silent gesture toward Mistypaw that she was free to hunt where ever her paws took her.
Cowbell »
Six sunrises. Only six sunrises ago had the barn cat family woken up as normal, slowly getting out of their nests to start the day. Every cat had been accounted for just six sunrises ago, all of them as normal as could be. Yet that night the barn cats had gathered back together with one less cat among their mix. Wilder had always warned Cowbell and his siblings that they could horse around all they wanted, but they needed to be careful and watch where they put their paws or else something would happen - careless cats got hurt all the time on the ranch, strained muscles, ripped fur, scratches, but death was a rare occurrence, something that Cowbell had only heard about until recently.
He could still vividly recall the wild, desperate look of Wrangler as the older tom sped into the barn where Cowbell and his family lived; never before had Cowbell witnessed his brother look so frantic, the older tom going on and on about a horse and Turnip Green, his words never quite creating an entire sentence and never once having had made sense. She had still been alive, even if just barely, when they had gotten to her. Trampled by a yearling filly, Turnip Green had been writhing on the ground, bleeding out from a terrible wound across her flank and legs crushed, the molly paralyzed upon the ground. She had been a flailing, wailing mess, pleading for help yet the only thing that could have been done was to stand there and watch as she suffered, all cats silently praying for death to take her soon. Eventually her yowls had lost all strength, the only sounds coming from her had been labored breathing. And then, finally, after what felt like seasons, Turnip Green had fallen still with one last painful spasm of her broken body. They had buried her later, dragging her corpse away before the humans had even realized one of their barn cats had been crushed.
All of that remained inside Cowbell’s head, a thorn attached to his every thought. He could still hear her yowls of pain and terror in his thoughts, night and day, and while most of his family acted like they were over it and trying to go back to their normal lives, he could tell they were all stuck in the same loop of watching her die all over again, constantly.
Fortunately for Cowbell he was thrown out of his thoughts when something caught the attention of his eye. A fast blur, sandy brown and white, darted near the fence. The black and white tom’s fur fluffed in surprise to see the rabbit appear and disappear so quickly, surely being chased by a predator. There were no immediate signs or sounds of a coyote nearing the ranch, and as Cowbell did a quick glance through the herd of calves in the pen in front of him, none of the cattle seemed bothered. Confusion glinted his two toned gaze. What had startled that rabbit? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary - cows weren’t spooked, the livestock dogs weren’t barking at an intruder, and even the horses made not a sound. Cowbell narrowed his eyes, looking deeper through the throng of Holstein calves that meandered their way through the short grass.
It only took a few seconds longer for Cowbell to spot an alien figure along the cattle. His ears perked, nose twitching. Was that…another cat? For a brief second he wondered if that was Soliel, another barn cat that sometimes left the ranch, but this cat he was looking at now looked to be clad in light and dark grays. Soliel was splashed with pale orange, not a solid color like this seemed to be.
Curious now, the young tomcat left his perch and jumped down onto the ground. With ease he walked through the herd, yet careful of their hooves, still all too aware of the damage that they could cause. ”Hello?” Cowbell called out as he neared the other cat - a molly from the scent of her, and wild too. Was she a loner? A rogue? There had been a few rogues slinking near the ranch some moons ago, but they had presumably left for good after a battle. Cowbell doubted this cat was a rogue, though. She looked too well kept, not as scruffy as those cats tended to be. She could be a loner, or, he thought, maybe even a Clan cat. Every now and then he would see a group of Clan cats near the ranch, marking their border, but they were always in groups, and this cat was completely alone from the looks of it. ”Walk this way,” he meowed once realizing the other cat appeared frightened in the presence of the cow. ”He won’t charge, he’s not spooked, but I can help you out if you want.” The calves weren’t spooked, but that could always change. Cowbell had recently witnissed just a few days ago what could happen when a large animal experienced fear - they didn’t care what was in front of them or what they hit just so long as they got to safety.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Apr 6, 2023 22:37:15 GMT -5
There were so many of them all around her, all grazing away at sparse patches of wild growing grass and weeds, but her gaze was locked on the calf that was meandering over her way. A voice made her ears twitch, breaking her trance as she tried to look around for its source. Mistypaw spotted the black and white tom not too far from where she was frozen. His coat was like the hoofed beasts surrounding them, and at first she thought she was imagining his presence, but when she heard him call out again she knew he had to be real. Like a spell being broken, her paws finally began to move as she looked back at the calf. It was only roaming towards her, not running at all. She had been so convinced that she was moments away from being trampled.
Walk this way, and so she did, taking slow pawsteps towards the unfamiliar cat. Upon closer inspection he looked to be about her age, his pelt short and sleek, and his two toned eyes were a marvel to look at. They reminded her of her sisters eyes, of Skypaw's amber and blind blue eyes. Was he also blind in one eye? The thought of her sister helped to relax her, to trust this stranger when there was no one else to rely on. "Help?" She could hear how shaky her tone was and cleared her throat, a bit embarrassed that some foreigner had to see her so fearful. "How would you be able to help me out?" Her voice sounded much more like herself the second time speaking, all silvery and even singsong at times. Another moo from the distance made Mistypaw flinch, but she willed her paws to keep moving as they faltered. His eyes, she just had to focus on his eyes and walking became easy again.
"What are these creatures?" Mistypaw asked, her curiosity began to spark again while her nerves slowly melted away. About a hare's length away from Cowbell was what she deemed close enough when she finally approached him. Not too close now, there had to be a reason why the Clan decided to keep their distance. If the barn cats really were like the rogues then she had to at least attempt at keeping her guard up. Though, if it meant getting out of this field, then she'd have to rely on him. He didn't look incredibly strong, she could probably take him if he did decide to pounce, but Mistypaw felt that was incredibly unlikely. He was trying to help her, so why would he suddenly turn hostile? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 9, 2023 14:39:28 GMT -5
Cowbell »
These Holstein steers were harmless, Cowbell knew that. They were minding their own business, pulling up tender shoots of grass with their lips and then chewing their meal with a daydream daze look in their eyes. Walking among a herd of cattle was nothing new to the black and white tom, yet each sound of a hoof step stumbled his paws. The movement of a calf sent his heart racing as images of Turnip Green flashed violently in his mind. He kept reminding himself that it was a horse’s hoof that had been her demise, yet Cowbell couldn’t stop himself from eyeing the cattle’s hooves nervously. It was so easy for a calm situation to break out into a storm. It was so easy for these calves, not even full grown, to completely and utterly crush a cat underneath their steps. Cowbell swallowed, throat dry. He lived on a ranch and would for the rest of his life, being afraid of livestock was foolish. He needed to get a grip on himself. He needed something else to focus on.
His eyes locked forward onto the pointed molly now only a few rabbit-hops away. In his meandering thoughts he had lost all the snark that had escaped her, instead only hearing the words uttered as she spoke them. Focus on her, he told himself with a deep breath. She’ll guide you out. Metaphorically, of course. Cowbell could guide both of them out of the cattle pen, but this foreign molly would be the guide to keep his mind on the right path. ”I know how these animals move and how to tell if they’re going to charge. I’ve never seen you around here before, so I don’t reckon you know much about cattle,” he mewed, tone level. In no way was he mocking the molly or telling her she was an idiot for not knowing how to navigate in a sea of cattle. He was merely stating a fact that the both of them knew.
With each pawsteps the barn cat relaxed. His shoulders no longer stiffly moved, his steps now confident as he maneuvered his way through legs. Knowing he had to get this other cat safe kept him on task, his mind no longer frayed over the image of his older sister’s painful death. ”These are the Holstein steers.” Cowbell briefly paused near a calf that was more white than it was black. The large animal didn’t even seem to notice that there were two felines among them. ”They never stay on the ranch long. This herd will probably only stay another moon, if that,” he told the pointed cat nonchalantly, casually telling her all this as if there was nothing special about the knowledge he was sharing.
After another minute or two of making his way through the calves, the fence he had been sitting on stood in front of him. With ease he bunched himself forward and sprang back onto the fence. ”Up here!” He called down to the molly below, gesturing with his tail for the other cat to follow him. Cowbell made sure to leave plenty of room for her, and he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he knew she was safely on the fence with him.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Apr 27, 2023 3:59:04 GMT -5
Their eyes met and Mistypaw could feel the immediate heat rising to her cheeks, not prepared for his stare to be so intense. He was so focused on her, and she wasn't sure for what reason. Was it because she was a stranger, like he'd pointed out? No, it felt different than that, it was something even she couldn't quite place just yet. His explanation helped, because there was some truth to it, Mistypaw knew next to nothing about these so called cattle. As the black and white tom turned to start padding away, there was a falter in the young she-cat's step before she fell in beside him. She tried to make an effort to keep some distance between them, but every few pawsteps she found herself drifting closer and closer. If it were possible, she would attempt to occupy his own space, to follow his every footing exactly. But it wasn't possible, so she was left being stuck to his side, trying not to feel awkward every time their pelts brushed.
As they maneuvered through legs, Mistypaw eventually fell a few paces behind so she could focus on following the tom instead. Her eyes were trained on the ground, specifically on his back legs so she could try and match where he'd just stepped. When he paused, she stopped just short of knocking into his backside. Shining, blue eyes lifted from the grass so she could look up at the calf. It didn't look so scary now that she knew what to call it, and the barn cat she was with knew plenty about them. A smile found its way to her lips and Mistypaw also felt more confident when they continued moving once again.
Finally at the fence, she watched as the tom easily hopped up to the top of it before calling down to her. She'd jumped onto tree branches that were just as high as the top of the fence, but something still made her hesitate. StarClan forbid her legs stop working right and she makes herself into an even bigger fool in front of this stranger. Taking in a deep breath, Mistypaw bunched up herself before launching into the air and landing somewhat gracefully beside him. Holding still so she wouldn't teeter, the pointed molly waited a couple of heartbeats before she shifted to face the tomcat and sit a little more comfortably. Letting her fluffy tail hang off the edge, Mistypaw finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, you were right. Guess you were pretty helpful after all." She spoke with a purr, playfully prodding his chest with her paw. Turning her head to look out towards the field, her eyes glossed over all the cattle they were just weaving through. Despite knowing that they were practically harmless, she still felt much safer up on the fence than she did on the ground. "I'm Mistypaw, by the way," her gaze flickered to the feline beside her, "and you are?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 29, 2023 15:57:22 GMT -5
Cowbell »
Cowbell remained completely still atop the fence once he had gestured for the molly to follow him. His eyes bore into her figure, not wanting to lose sight of her until she was right beside him. Would she be able to make it up here by herself? It was clear to Cowbell that she was no house cat - the molly’s pelt was well kept, but not nearly as put together as that of a house cat’s. Her sleek frame rippled with strong muscles and there was a wild slimness to her that Cowbell didn’t associate with cats who never had to hunt their own food. This newcomer was capable, but he still pondered on if she would be able to make the jump. If she had not been around cattle like this before did she know how to leap atop a fence post?
Before he knew it the young black and white tom’s front paws were slipping off the side of the fence. He was still well balanced where he sat, but it was clear that he was prepared to jump down if something happened and the molly needed his help. His breath caught in his throat once noticing that the other cat had bunched her muscles, and in a graceful swoop she had launched herself upward and landed beside him without a struggle.
Relief swamped him, sagging his shoulders. Cowbell leaned back, slipping his paws fully atop the fence. He breathed in deeply, no longer tense. The tom’s tail swished back and forth in silent delight. Briefly did he startle when the molly prodded his chest with her dark-furred paw, but it didn’t take long before amusement sparked in his mismatched gaze. Joy still gleamed bright from the tom, warmth prickling at his pelt like cactus needles. ”Well, I do live with these guys,” he admitted somewhat bashfully. Again he found himself focusing on her and only her, gaze taking in every aspect of the molly - her blue eyes that reminded Cowbell of staring into the clearest, deepest sky, her fluffy fur painted with a soft gray that darkened like storm clouds across her face, tail, and limbs. The warmth intensified, almost choking, until he tore his gaze away, swiftly leaning downward to lick at his chest fur. He only lifted his head back up when he heard the other cat speak, her voice tickling at the fur around his ears.
”Mistypaw?” Cowbell inquired slowly as if he needed to think the molly’s name over. ”So that means you’re a Clan cat, right?” The black and white tom didn’t know much about the Clan that lived out in the desert, but he had heard of their odd naming conventions before. Of course, he wasn’t sure how trustworthy some of his sources were considering he had once been told by Wrangler that he had met a Clan cat named Rattletoes. Cowbell hoped with all his being that there wasn’t some wild cat out there with that name. ”I’m Cowbell,” he told her somewhat absentmindedly, intent on learning more about Mistypaw than talking about himself.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 31, 2023 18:24:32 GMT -5
bumping ~
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