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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 3, 2023 9:44:55 GMT -5
Percy »
He wouldn’t admit it to any cat other than himself, but his landing after jumping at the fox had been a little awkward. Percy stumbled over his paws, sliding in the mud some distance away from both the fox and the other cat. A very faint stinging pain sparked across his paw, but he pushed the sensation to the side - it wasn’t sharp and as he steadied himself he could still stand just as fine as he always could. If something was really wrong with his paw then he would check on it later, but right now he had a stranger to help and a fox to chase off.
Percy swung himself around, parting his jaws to reveal his own sharp teeth in a warning in case the fox was nearby. His green eyes were met with the sight of the fox tumbling off balance and rolling along the ground, limbs flailing desperately. Immediately he wondered where the other cat had gone - now would be the perfect time to flee. This battle could be over before anybody got heavily wounded, cat or fox, and to Percy, that was the best outcome for this whole scuffle.
Ah, there the other cat was, headed straight toward him.
For a split second Percy had the unnerving thought that this cat he had rushed in to help was turning on him. The tom flinched back, hesitant to think that he may need to raise his claws in defense of another cat. It wasn’t unheard of, Percy had heard plenty of stories during his wanderings of cats going against other cats. It made no sense to him. Why would the same species wage battle upon one another? Wouldn’t it just be so much easier to come together and live in peace? Perhaps he was just naive and didn’t see the bigger picture of it all, but Percy simply did not understand the reason behind another’s aggression.
He was quite literally headbutted out of his thoughts as the other cat - who he could now tell was a molly around his age - pushed her head into his flank and sent him a silent message. ’Follow me’. Percy didn’t need to be told twice.
With the fox still struggling in the mud Percy took off as quickly as he could. His paw bothered him ever so slightly, but he was too busy trying to keep up with the molly ahead of him to worry about the state of his paw; that would be a problem to worry about once he and the other cat were out of harm’s way.
Creamsicle »
With each passing second that nothing happened Creamsicle was growing more and more at ease. Not to say that she was no longer terrified, because she was, but she was beginning to realize that maybe this strange cat wasn’t here to hurt her. Maybe this cat was a good cat. Maybe this cat was like her Momma, though this molly’s voice sounded raspier, like she was older, and there was no soft warmth to her words, only level steadiness. To hear true warmth would have been reassuring, but this was better than aggression Creamsicle supposed.
Slowly the white kit uncurled herself from her body. It took her a few minutes, but finally she had unraveled and pushed herself up onto unsteady paws. She wobbled toward the squirrel, looking down at it with wide blue eyes. Hunger twisted her stomach in painful knots. When was the last time she had had a good meal? Her stomach felt shriveled, like it had caved in on itself. Would she even be able to eat it without it all coming back up?
Another few minutes went by before the kit got a glimpse of the cat that had dropped her squirrel. Creamsicle blinked, adjusting her eyes to the sharp winter light that filtered in from the bush. An older wiry brown molly sat nearby in the middle of a wash. One of her ears looked to be almost gone, indicating that this cat had been in some vicious fights before. Anxiety rippled down Creamsicle’s back. This cat could kill her if she really wanted, but she had yet to even unsheathe her claws. Maybe this cat really was okay. Maybe she wasn’t here to harm Creamsicle.
The kit leaned down to take a tentative bite of the squirrel; she was ravenous, her stomach screaming at her to dig in and eat her fill, but her anxiety wouldn’t allow her to do as much. Instead she pulled a small chunk of meat off the squirrel’s leg and then immediately looked up at the older cat, watching her as she chewed and swallowed. Licking her tongue around her jaws as the feeling of food inside her stomach spread warmth in her body, she murmured softly, ”I’m Creamsicle. Who…who are you?”
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Post by Light on Jul 3, 2023 14:49:53 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Cotton watched the kit step out of the bush, the old molly's intense yellow gaze giving little sense of warmth or comfort. The intensity of the old molly’s stare seemed to ease a little when the kit took a bite from the squirrel. A sense of relief released tension she hadn’t realized she had. With a few days of food and rest, the kit should be able to get back to full health. The tiny thing was careful, always watching and eating carefully. Smart kit. It was never good to trust too easily. With some time, the kit could do well in life. Cotton narrowed her eyes and inwardly chastised herself. Why bother thinking about this kit’s future? As soon as she was full, the kit would likely return to wherever she belonged. She would go back to her family, whom Cotton currently detested for letting a kit wander this far, hungry and alone. But it's none of my business… Cotton told herself, trying to keep herself from becoming irrationally attached to this little bundle of fur. The kit could very well grow up to become an enemy or competitor for land and food. Cotton's tail tip flicked from side to side in her mild agitation, but it came to a stop as soon as the kit spoke. “I’m Creamsicle. Who…who are you?” the kit murmured. Even now, her voice was quiet. So quiet that Cotton had to prick her ears to hear her. “Cream Icicle, is it?” she incorrectly repeated, trying the name on her tongue. It was a strange combination, but seemed suitable enough for the young cat’s appearance. “Cotton. My name is Cotton," she answered shortly, but not unkindly. She made sure to casually keep tabs on her surroundings while the kit ate, lest any creature be drawn in by the scent of fresh kill. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 3, 2023 18:26:49 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
It was hard to imagine what with the state Creamsicle was in, but there was a time not too long ago that the young kit would have made it a point to correct the older molly and let her know that she had misspoken her name. But right now the kit didn’t care. She was okay with being called Cream Icicle. At least it was rather close to her actual name.
Her ears pricked when the older cat said her own name. ”Cotton,” she murmured softly and then nodded. That was a nice name she supposed. Creamsicle didn’t really know what cotton was, but she trusted that Cotton was an appropriate name for the ticked tabby.
The kit took another bite of the squirrel, this one a bit bigger than the first. She chewed it quickly, swallowing it down and then glancing around as if at any second something would reveal itself and attack. Yet nothing did. At this point she was starting to feel a little more secure with Cotton around, but she still had doubts that this brown molly was as hospitable as she was appearing.
Creamsicle looked down at the squirrel once more. Stomach twisting with disgust at the sight of it now, she decided that she had eaten all that she could. Strength was returning to her small frame. The wind didn’t feel as cold as it once did. ”You…you can have the r-rest.” Gently she pawed the not even half eaten squirrel. She didn’t even manage to move the carcass closer to Cotton, but that was the least of Creamsicle’s worries at the moment. Wariness was still clenching at her chest but she wanted to do something in return for the molly’s earlier kindness. Afterall, Cotton didn’t have to share the squirrel at all. She didn’t even have to stop when she had realized the kit was nearby, and yet she did, and not only that, but she hadn’t even attacked or acted aggressively toward Creamsicle, and that meant a lot to her right now.
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Post by Light on Jul 4, 2023 2:13:21 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Cotton watched the kit eat, feeling more satisfied with each bite Creamsickle took. After the second bite however, the kit stopped and attempted to push the squirrel towards her, telling her she could have the rest. Cotton frowned at the feeble kit and her offer. The kit hadn’t eaten much. Instead of accepting the offer, the old molly changed the topic entirely. “Do you come from the twoleg-place, Cream Icicle?” Cotton didn’t move an inch from the place she sat and seemed to show no interest in the squirrel between them. Cotton was paying close attention to how the kit moved, trying to judge how serious the kit’s need for recovery was. After feeding the weak creature, it’d be a shame to let her go off on her own before she was fully recovered. It might be none of her business, but her old motherly instincts refused to let this kit die without doing anything about it. Creamsicle carried lingering scents of the two-leg place, so it’d make sense if she came from there. A kittypet perhaps? They were a fair distance from the twoleg-place. Cotton couldn’t help but wonder why the kit could have wandered so far from home.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 4, 2023 9:25:10 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Even when her name was said wrong a second time she didn't try to correct the older molly. Instead she cast her blue eyes down at her paws as they shuffled nervously across the ground. Now that she was no longer starving she was better able to keep her balance, but fear had drained a lot of her energy as well. The two bites of squirrel had given her a boost, but Creamsicle's eyes were still heavy, as was her chest. A lot had happened in the last few days that had left the kit terrified and grief stricken. Between the cold of winter and the poor state that she was in, it would be a miracle if she managed to make it back to twolegplace on her own.
She nodded, eyes still looking downward. Cotton didn't seem like a pet. The brown molly's physique was wiry and sleek, perhaps even a bit underfed due to the lack of prey this season offered. There was no softness to her fur and the scents of outside clung to her. There was no way this cat was a kittypet. Did she even like kittypets, Creamsicle wondered. Obviously she had given her squirrel to Creamsicle, but a part of her still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps that had been some kind of trap. What if Cotton was waiting for her to fall asleep after being fed? Or what if she was going to use the squirrel later as if Creamsicle owed her a favor? There wasn't much Creamsicle could do for the older cat, but how much reason could an old, angry cat even see?
"I had four littermates," Creamsicle mewed softly. Her chest tightened all the more at the thought of her brothers and sisters. Three of them hadn't made it that first night when everything had gone wrong. She and one of her brothers had managed to escape, but when they had crossed onto a road it had only been her to get off of it alive. The young kit flinched back, ears folding against her head as the sounds of her brother's painful shriek replayed in her mind. "Ma-mama," Creamsicle choked on the word, eyes stinging. A whimper escaped her. "Don't know what...what happened to Mama." Another whimper followed her statement. Creamsicle huddled down, belly fur now brushing the ground. Her eyes still remained locked below her, unable to meet Cotton's gaze at all if the molly was even looking at her.
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Post by Light on Jul 4, 2023 21:08:33 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Ah. It all made sense now. Why this kit was all the way out here. The fate of her family. Cotton didn’t know all the details, but she had seen and heard enough to know something had gone terribly wrong. It was truly a cruel world out there. The crusty old molly felt her inner barriers crumbling in the face of the grieving kitten. Cotton took a halting step forward, then another until she stood next to Creamsicle. Her tail flicked forward and ever so gently stroked along the kits back and flank. Though somewhat awkward in approach, the gesture was much gentler than any of her words or actions thus far.
“Have you ever heard of the cat who spoke to the stars?” she asked quietly, her voice thicker and a tad more hoarse than it had been before. She looked up into the sky, in the direction the trees began to thin out and where the stream gurgled, separating the moor from the forest. The sun hadn’t even reached sunhigh. The sky was a hazy pale blue, and no stars were in sight. They wouldn’t be in sight until after sundown. Even so, Cotton looked up through the trees as if she could see those stars even now.
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Post by aether on Jul 5, 2023 7:38:20 GMT -5
[ hey sorry for the delay! i'll get my replies up tomorrow after work! :3 ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 5, 2023 9:59:51 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
For all the pain it brought her Creamsicle knew she would never see her littermates again. Both of her sisters and both of her brothers were gone, cruelly taken away from her before they had even experienced what life was all about. They would never get to play together again, never get to cuddle up against each other and slowly fall asleep while Mama told them a story. They’d never get to wake up beside one another and fight over who got the best bite of breakfast that morning. Everything that Creamsicle had ever known was gone, taken away from her in just a few short hours… Was her mother okay? What had happened to her? Oh, she must be worried sick for her kits if she was still alive. The twolegs didn’t take her from the den when they had grabbed Creamsicle and her littermates, so maybe she was okay. Maybe Mama was alright. But would Creamsicle ever know that? Would she ever be reunited with her mother?
Something fuzzy rubbing against her flank startled her out of her thoughts. Jaws parted to let forth a gasp, the fur along her spine raising in fear until she realized that it was just Cotton’s tail. It took a few moments before her heart stopped fluttering in her chest and her breathing slowed down, but once she had calmed down she slowly fell into the older molly’s physical gesture, finding an odd comfort to the sensation. It reminded her of how Mama used to hold her close and rasp a tongue gently down her back when she was startled. It wasn’t entirely the same and Creamsicle knew that Cotton hadn’t exactly shown any true similarities to her own mother, but this was the most comfort she had felt in days and she’d be stupid to not take what she could get. Besides, it was a kind gesture and Creamsicle wasn’t going to deny Cotton’s kindness.
Blue eyes glanced upward at the sky. Sunlight was harsh against the soft blue of winter, causing Creamsicle to squint. There would be no stars shining in the sky until nightfall. ”I…no,” she mewed. ”What’s it about?” Creamsicle’s words were starting to come easier to her now. Feeling ever slightly more comfortable in Cotton’s presence, she was able to focus on steading her fear and channeling it into keeping herself warm and preoccupied as to not let everything in the last few days get to her. Hearing Cotton’s story would make for a great distraction as well; plus, Creamsicle was rather eager to hear the old molly’s tale.
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Post by Light on Jul 5, 2023 17:35:18 GMT -5
Cotton
Location: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle “It is about a cat no different from you or me. A cat who had lived and travelled alone for a long time...” Cotton stepped away from the kit as she spoke and circled the dead squirrel. The warm scent of fresh kill made her stomach yearn and her mouth water, but now was not the time for eating. She’d save it for later. She scraped some dirt and leaves over the squirrel. Once satisfied with her work, she padded back to Creamsicle and settled down beside her in a slow methodical way. She let out a deep breath and began.
“The cat hadn’t always been alone, mind you. She once had family. Friends. But as the moons passed, they would move on, some on their own journeys and others to places she could never hope to follow. One after another they'd move on in this way... until she was all that was left. She mourned them, and for many moons, her nights were filled with bitterness.” Cotton’s hoarse voice cleared a little as she carried on the sad tale. She paused to risk a glance toward Creamsicle to see how she was taking it. |
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Post by aether on Jul 6, 2023 4:41:05 GMT -5
[ Ahh sorry guys! Was a long day at work and I'm so tired xD Tomorrow will be an easier time so I'll endeavor to get my replies up! Thank you for your patience! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 6, 2023 13:26:27 GMT -5
[ no rush, aether! I completely understand the feeling when work is busy ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 6, 2023 18:45:03 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
With every passing second Creamsicle was warming up to Cotton more and more. The older molly wasn’t displaying any signs of aggression and she wasn’t trying to push the kit away. If anything she was trying to help Creamsicle by giving her food, warmth, and company. These three things were something the kit needed right now and she was willing to take it. Earlier she had been wary of Cotton, but now she was able to snuggle up against the brown feline, ears perked tall, as she listened to the story.
It took a few moments for Creamsicle to realize that Cotton had paused the story. The kit glanced up, eyes wide and questioning. ”What happened next?” She asked curiously. What had the mourning cat done with her bitterness? ”Did she ever find a friend? What was her name?” Now comfortable in the presence of Cotton, Creamsicle’s words were steadier, and the curiosity of a kit began to show itself with her questions as she spoke. The story had intrigued her rather well and now she was craving the rest of it.
[ short reply, sorryyyyy ]
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Post by Light on Jul 7, 2023 18:00:56 GMT -5
(No worries Aether. :3 Whenever you feel ready.) — (Feathertalon: No worries. It’s perfect. Creamsicle is so adorable. <3) CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Cotton was somewhat surprised to see how comfortable the kit seemed now. The mostly white ball of fur was snuggled up next to her with eyes wide and ears perked. Cotton’s heart ached and throbbed at the sight. The warm sensation of having something to protect filled her with such nostalgia... and also a dread of what would eventually come to pass. But for now, she would enjoy this moment. Her yellow eyes shimmered for a moment before she blinked it away. “One question at a time,” she huffed in amusement, bopping the top of Creamsicle’s head with her nose. “Her name was...” Cotton paused for a moment to think of something fitting. “Sky.”“Sky had been unable to sleep for quite a while. Then on the night of a full moon, the land was basked in pale moonlight and the sky was beautiful and clear. She was caught in awe by its beauty, and for a moment she forgot her bitterness. When it all came back to her, she wailed to the skies. She shared her woes to the stars. Her pain. Her sadness. Her loneliness. When she finally fell asleep that night, she almost felt as if those she had lost were with her. And for the first night in many, she slept soundly with pleasant dreams.”
“Perhaps Sky found new friends. Perhaps she found a place to call home and made a life for herself there. No one really knows. But it is said that she continued to speak with the stars on quiet nights whenever she needed someone to talk to,” Cotton finished, glancing down at Creamsicle once more. It was an old, old story for young cats in mourning; one that had many versions and could change with each telling. It was only a story, but even she didn’t deny the peace it could bring. (I hope the story is alright plotwise. :3) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 7, 2023 19:07:22 GMT -5
im glad you're enjoying creamsicle! she's a new character for me so it's fun getting to do something with her c': and im really loving this interaction with her and cotton <3
Creamsicle »
The smallest sensation of what felt like laughter bubbled up from deep within Creamsicle when the old molly nose-bopped her. The laugh never made its way to the surface, but the kit's blue eyes shone with the amusement that sparked and rippled throughout her tiny body. It had been days since she had last felt a semblance of happiness, and perhaps she was a fool to warm up to a stranger so quickly, but Creamsicle was starting to warm up to Cotton, starting to find comfort and companionship in her. Cotton wasn't Mama, and from what Creamsicle had experienced the brown molly wasn't much like her mother, but when Creamsicle had nobody right now, she would take whatever came her way. And it wasn't like Cotton was a bad cat, she was a good cat as far as the kit could tell, but she was missing a lot of what Creamsicle was used to. Even still, she was starting to like Cotton, and she hoped that Cotton liked her, too.
Creamsicle listened intensely as the story progressed. Even though her mind was young and some concepts were lost to her yet, a tug in her heart told her everything she needed to know right now - she felt a lot like Sky. Alone, confused, lost, sad. Had Sky gone through something similar? Had she lost all her littermates in the same way that Creamsicle had? Perhaps this molly spoken about in Cotton's story had once been a kittypet betrayed by humans. A large hole had been opened up inside of Creamsicle because of everything that had happened to her in the last few days - did Sky have the same hole? Had it ever been filled? The story made it sound like Sky's loneliness and sorrow had been put to rest, but did that mean Creamsicle would ever get that as well?
The kit shuffled her paws against the ground. A fine mixture of a meal and a story was starting to grow heavy on her eyes, but she remained awake. For now at least. "I wanna speak to the stars," she murmured as she bit back a yawn. "Can you speak to the stars, Cotton?" This question was followed by another wide-eyed look up at the molly as Creamsicle craned her head upward. She didn't know much of anything about this other cat, so perhaps now was a good time to start and ask about her and share some very important information with one another. |
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Post by Light on Jul 7, 2023 22:09:01 GMT -5
(Aw, yes. Me too. ^^ It's really helping me to work on and develop Cotton's character and story. And I'm a sucker for stories of grumps finding a softer side through the innocence of children.) CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Creamsicle's earnest curiosity warmed Cotton's normally guarded heart. When the kit asked if Cotton could speak to the stars, her chest squeezed painfully. There had been several times where she had thought of the old story and tried to speak to the stars. In fact, the version of the story she had told was very much like her own. "Anyone can speak to the stars, Cream Icicle. Whether or not they answer is a different story," Cotton replied, her voice softer than normal. She was looking off towards the moor across the stream, her eyes shimmering a little in the sunlight. "Sometimes it helps though..." she murmured. She shook her head and took in a deep breath before quickly changing the topic.
"Sleep for now tiny one. You must be tired. Perhaps tonight you could give it a try." She nuzzled Creamsicle's ear and gave her a quick lick. She curled her tail around the kit and shifted into a more comfortable position. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 10, 2023 7:18:24 GMT -5
same! i love that trope, and now grumpy cotton is gonna have this little kit following her around constantly
Creamsicle »
Perhaps Creamsicle should correct the old cat on her name now, but each passing second the fog of sleep was growing heavier and heavier atop her. Maybe she’d say something to Cotton about that when she woke up, assuming that the old molly would still be there when sleep no longer had a grip on her. ”I’ll talk to the-“ a yawn parted her jaws wide ”-stars. We both can.” Another yawn formed deep inside her chest, jaws once again wide open to let out the exhale of exhausted air. She purred as she snuggled closer to Cotton, relishing in the warmth that the molly radiated.
As the kit closed her eyes she asked one more question. ”Will you sleep too, Cotton, or eat the squirrel? All done-“ Once again she yawned, breaking apart her words ”-I’m done with the squirrel.” Despite being young and a kittypet only some days ago, Creamsicle was aware of how scarce prey was in the winter season. Letting the squirrel, no matter how scrawny it was, go to waste just didn’t settle well with the young kit as she waited for sleep to fully take her. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Jul 10, 2023 16:51:37 GMT -5
( dunno if this is still open for joining but I've been looking to get back into roleplay :3) Night Cunning | Alluring | Independent Black and silver smoke tom with amber eyesLoner // SylvanClan // 45 moons // 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 free to add any children or past mates as he is notoriously noncommittal:P free to suggestions! Lillith Amiable | Clumsy | Ignorant Long-furred tortoiseshell tabby she-cat with green eyesex kittypet // SkyClan // 23 moons // 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 free to suggestions! |
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Post by ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs on Jul 10, 2023 20:22:32 GMT -5
[Augh frock I’ll put up starters today!]
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Post by Light on Jul 11, 2023 13:30:04 GMT -5
(bleu - I believe it is! Aether should be around to take a look at them when she get's the time. :3) --- (Feathertalon - Daww! <3 Look out Cotton.) CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle This was a battle she could not win. As much as she hated to admit it, this white and cream coloured kit had won Cotton's heart. She looked down at the precious bundle of warmth tucked against her side. It had been so long since she had spoken with another cat, even less feel the warmth from one. Most cats around here usually had the sense to avoid each other. And she had a reputation on the moor, for ferociously defending a small patch of land around the den in which she dwelt. Most cats who knew the area, knew to keep a wide distance from her unless they were looking for a fight. It wasn't often she found herself on the other side of the stream in the forested territory, but today was one of those days. If she hadn't chased after that squirrel, she never would have found this little bundle of fur. Who knows what would have happened to the tiny thing if she hadn't come along. Creamsicle seemed to be drifting closer to sleep as her speech was continually impeded by yawning. Was she still trying to get Cotton to eat the squirrel? Cotton almost purred in amusement. "Alright, I'll finish off the squirrel this time. But you have to promise to eat more next time. You're a growing kit. When you live out here, you take whatever you can get. I can fend for myself."Cotton had made up her mind. Until Creamsicle was strong enough to care for herself or found a good place to call home, she would look after her. For now, that was providing a warm and safe place to sleep. She would wait until Creamsicle was sleeping soundly for a while before going to eat the squirrel. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 12, 2023 6:37:28 GMT -5
[ Light - Should I do a little timeskip to when Creamsicle wakes up? ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs - if you’re interested I still have Wila, Alice, Star, and Comet open :> ] |
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Post by Light on Jul 12, 2023 9:16:51 GMT -5
(Sure. We can do that. I’ll post a status on Cotton today or tomorrow.)
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Post by Light on Jul 13, 2023 1:25:42 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Once Creamsicle had been sleeping soundly for a while, Cotton slowly and carefully detached herself from the kit. She padded around to the spot she had left the squirrel and settled down to eat a short distance away. When finished, she buried the bones and gave a big stretch. She padded around the area, never straying very far from the sleeping kit, but intent on being familiar with her surroundings. It was a bushy area with some trees. Further from the river, the trees thickened. Closer to the river, the bushes began to thin. Other than the chirping of some birds, it was fairly quiet. Satisfied with her reconnaissance, she returned to Creamsicle and curled herself back around the sleeping kit. At first she remained awake, her ears flicking this way and that. She didn’t like being unable to see very far past the bushes that surrounded them. Back on the moor, there was often very little to hide behind other than some tall grasses and the occasional bush. Here, there were simply too many trees and undergrowth. She had never liked the crowded feel of the forest. Once the kit was strong enough, if she had no where else to go, Cotton would take the kit back with her to the moorlands. As the sun moved across the sky, Cotton drifted into a light sleep, her senses intent on waking her at any sound or movement.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 13, 2023 15:16:10 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Creamsicle’s slumber had been eventless. No dreams came to her as she slept against the warmth of Cotton, not a single image to lighten the darkness that was sleep. There was nothing to stir her, nothing to cause any sense of dread to well up inside. And after living in a dreadful state for some days now, this was the sort of peace that she needed. This was the placid rest that Creamsicle had been denied ever since that fateful day where everything had been stripped away from her.
Nothing disturbed her as her body continued to rest. In such a deep sleep, nothing would be able to wake her until her body decided it had enough, and eventually, it had decided just that.
Feeling slowly came back to the young molly’s body. After having being stuck in one position for however long she was ready for a good stretch, and after giving herself a few more minutes of being curled up, she stretched out her limbs as far as they could go. A satisfied purr escaped her, soon followed by a sleep-laden inquiry of, ”Cotton?” Blue eyes peered open to greet the still sunny day. It had traveled closer to the western horizon, but there was still time left in the day.
Warmth beside her told the kit that Cotton was curled up against her. Creamsicle rolled over onto her side, placing her paws against the older molly’s flank. ”Hi,” she mewed softly. ”You awake?” Based on the steady breathing of the older cat, she must have fallen into sleep as well, or had at least drifted off curled around Creamsicle. Cotton being vulnerable enough to doze off around Creamsicle made the kit feel all the more relaxed around her. Just hours ago she had been afraid that the brown molly was going to harm her, and now she was almost fully warmed up to Cotton, enough so that she had been able to take the best nap she had had in quite some time.
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Post by ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs on Jul 14, 2023 0:57:27 GMT -5
[ Feathertalon - bonks head oof almost missed this one - if you don't mind I'll take you up with Wila? I feel she and Razz might be fun] [Off note but would it be odd to suggest Fisher as some kind of healer? Like he knows basics for herbs and whatnot? Might heal you as a passing doctor type if you're too injured and he's feeling nice enough?]
Fishermoorland | openFisher was not being true to his name today. He usually stuck near the stream, but today there seemed to be more scents mingling there than he was truly comfortable with. Sure, he could grab a few morsels of food, but it was more likely that the amount of stomping the other cats were going to do would scare off all prey. The tom shook his pelt out. It was cold, and there was no cover. That meant easy prey for him, but also that he could be easy prey. He'd rather not get a bite out of his pelt, thank you. He was certain he could find healing plants here, but still - no injury was better than the grueling time it would take to heal one. "Stop thinking too hard," he chided himself. "Get to work."
Bostream | Jackdaw, Hoot aether (eavesdropping)They were brave. They were good at being on their own. They could do anything! Bo repeated those lines as they stared down at the water. Oh god. They looked away from the rippling stream and tried to steel their resolve again. Why was swimming so hard? They poked a tentative paw into the stream before shaking it to get rid of the droplets. The calico looked around to see if anyone had seen them. Nope, no one. They were about to breathe and try again, when their ears caught slight murmurings down the stream. Their fur bristled slightly. Enemies? They crept downwards, ears pricked to catch any more whispers. From behind a rock, they squinted at two dark-pelted cats, talking to one another in low voices. They strained to hear any words, but couldn't really make out any real conversation. Still, they kept behind their rock and continued to watch - who knew what these cats were all about? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 14, 2023 4:00:41 GMT -5
[ ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs - I’m down for that! Want me to start or did you? ] |
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Post by ᴄᴏɴɪ﹣ғᴇʀᴏᴜs on Jul 14, 2023 6:32:51 GMT -5
[ Feathertalon if you could start that’d be great! 😭] |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 14, 2023 6:40:26 GMT -5
[ I’ll work on a starter once I’m off work :> ]
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Post by Light on Jul 14, 2023 23:53:31 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Edge of Forest (Near the stream) With: Creamsicle Perhaps it was sleeping with something warm at her side for the first time in so long. Cotton had drifted into dreams of the days she spent raising kittens. Back when she was young and thought she could take on the world. A shifting at her side and a muffled mew stirred Cotton's mind to wakefulness. The kits are awake. I'll need to go and find them something to eat. When small paws landed on her flank followed by another mew, she opened her eyes with a purr nearly comparable to a woodpecker. "I'm awake, tiny ones."She lifted her head to meet the white kit's blue gaze and her purr died in her throat. Realization flashed in her gaze followed by a sharp pang in her chest. My kits aren't here... They haven't been in a very, very long time. She stared at the white kit in confusion until their recent encounter came back to her. "Cream Icicle..." she murmured in a voice still croaky from sleep. After a couple moments pause to recollect herself, she set a paw on Creamsicle's head. A casually playful gesture to distract Creamsicle from whatever she might have seen. Or perhaps she was just trying to distract herself. "Sleep well?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 15, 2023 3:45:30 GMT -5
[ gonna try to get replies up today or tomorrow, sorry for the wait! ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 16, 2023 14:11:16 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Creamsicle hadn't noticed the slip of Cotton's words, how she had said 'little ones' instead of 'little one'. Even if she had heard it she more than likely would have attributed it to the fact that Cotton was also being pulled out of sleep, and it had probably been a rather good nap since Creamsicle's had been so good, and if her nap was good then surely the older molly's nap had been just as well.
Happiness arose from the kit in the form of a purr. This happiness only grew louder when she felt Cotton place a gentle paw atop her head. Creamsicle beamed. "Very well!" She mrrrowed happily, ears now twitching against Cotton's paw in a playful manner. Now that she had eaten and gotten some rest, energy was returning back to the kit. Life was once again entering her, and for once in the last few days, Creamsicle actually felt like herself. She felt so much like her usual self that she actually rolled away from underneath Cotton's paw, twisting her body until she was up on her paws, eyes wide, fur fluffed, and a mischievous smirk crossing her features. She crouched down as if to pounce, but instead of bunching her muscles to do as much, she remained where she was, eyes never leaving Cotton. "I gotta tell you a secret now," she mewed, words hushed and sounding about as serious as a kit could sound. Though, this was a rather serious secret - she had decided that now would be the perfect time to admit to Cotton that her name wasn't Cream Icicle, though she did like the sound of it. Perhaps a bit odd, yes, but she had known another kittypet that was named Fish Taco, and that was a pretty weird name if you asked Creamsicle. She had no idea what a Taco was, and as for the Fish part...why would a cat want to be named after a fish? Cats ate fish! Then again, some of the fancier kittypets talked about how their twolegs would give them cream from time to time, so maybe Creamsicle's name was just as weird.
She shook her head. Right now she needed to focus on telling Cotton the truth rather than deep dive into how weird names could be. That was a thought process for another time.
Wila »
Inside a usually peaceful twoleg nest came the vexed hiss of a feline.
”Chai, I told you last time! We aren’t doing this!”
A dark brown molly lashed her tail back and forth in an angry wave, glaring daggers at the stocky dark brown tom that stood before her, his ears flat against his head and his eyes round and watery. ”But why not? You know-”
The molly cut Chai off, the fur along her spine now beginning to bristle. ”I will not explain myself again. This isn’t the life I want, and I don’t care what happens to me!” Before the tomcat could say anymore more, the molly quickly turned on her paws and stormed off, rushing through the twoleg den, caring about nothing until she reached the cat flap and pushed her way through. Just before she slipped all the way outside she heard Chai give one more regretful call to her, but she ignored him. Her annoyance with the tomcat was too great, and regardless on if they usually got along or not, the molly was not in the mood to give him another chance.
A fresh, gentle breeze rolled over the young molly known as Wila now that she was outside. A chill lingered in the air, her brown fur fluffing out, but that didn’t deter her. The crispness helped cool down the fire that had been raging inside just moments before. Wila inhaled deeply, drawing in air before she exhaled, eyes momentarily closing in bliss at the sensation of being outside and away from Chai. She could already feel herself easing back down from the earlier adrenaline, but her annoyance lingered. Why was Chai so willing to follow what the twolegs wanted? He was following tradition, following what so many cats of his family and her family had done for generations, but Wila didn’t want to continue with the tradition. She didn’t want to settle for this. She wanted to be free, not tied down with some relationship that wasn’t spurned by love, but rather by what they were told to be.
Wila, and Chai too, were pure blooded Burmese cats of show quality. For generations her family had been used for shows and used to keep their pristine bloodline going. To ensure that potential kits were up to standard, Wila’s owners would seek out possible mates and then select a specific tom or molly to pair with their current breeding cat. They were then supposed to produce a litter or two for the continuation of their championship traits and a kit would be selected to later continue the line. And by some bad draw of luck, Wila had been the chosen one out of her parents’ last litter. She had met all the standards that the twolegs looked for and now here she was, hounded by some tomcat she barely knew. Chai was sweet, all things considered, but Wila knew she could never love him. He was too soft, a bit of a useless fool who did his best, but never made decisions of his own accord. He only did what others told him to do, and Wila didn’t want to be mated to some cat who couldn’t be the leader of his own life. If she were to fall in love she imagined it to be with some handsome cat who was strong, capable, and resourceful, a cat who could make decisions even in the hardest of times.
Wila sighed. She had never been much for romance, but the thought of choosing her own mate and taking control of her life sent a swarm of butterflies across her stomach.
The molly shook her head. She didn’t have time to get caught up in imaginary what ifs, and she didn’t want to spend anymore time near her home right now. With that in mind the brown feline took off, stopping just long enough to gather herself and jump over the fence that marked the border of her twoleg’s territory. Gracefully she jumped down and landed on a patch of soft grass, eyes wide and searching as she trotted off, tail high, in hopes of easing the last of her razzled nerves.
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