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Post by Myst on Aug 16, 2023 21:53:40 GMT -5
Oooo it’ll happen I’m sure if it and it’ll be super fun and cool
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 21:58:01 GMT -5
Since I have imgur to host images now, my boys! Icyturtles especially since Dragon is my inspo for Sleekfeather, so you know what I see when I write her lol imgur.com/a/DYNAjurI also gotta find their teef pictures cause they're the cutest |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 22:06:30 GMT -5
Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) "It's really good.", Flame said. "Way better than the wet food my housefolk give me.", he said, his tail waving slightly. "I'll have to introduce you to Shadow sometime. If he knows where your nest is, he can bring you prey there if you want.", he said. "He's very nice. A bit of a rambler, but he's good company.", he said. "No, I've never been out there.", Flame said. "I've walked the fenceline a few times, but on the fences.", he said. He listened to her mention her friend, nodding slightly. He'd heard of a few cats that had left the forest to find housefolk. Her offer to explore the woods together caught him a bit by surprise, his eyes widening slightly. "I- yeah, sure. I'd love to. Definitely not now though.", he said, also looking up at the sky, just as a snowflake drifted down. "Wouldn't want to get caught in the snowstorm in the forest.", he said. Really, he didn't want to put her in danger. She seemed to be able to hold her own, but the forest was a much different place from the streets or her nest. "How about after the storm passes? Or whenever you feel comfortable. You know where I live.", he said, nodding his head towards his fence. "So you can just come by whenever.', he said. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 22:12:01 GMT -5
Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) Shadow's tail was waving triumphantly as he walked over. Working as a team was so much easier than hunting solo. He resisted the urge to shake his fur out, figuring the now steadily falling snow would work in his favor, to cover his black fur. "Much easier indeed.", Shadow said. "You're quite the huntress.", he said warmly. "I don't think I'd ever even try to take one of those on by myself.", he said. The weasel was a big meal, and he knew they could be slippery. A house a few down from his had ferrets, and they were bad enough when they were tame. "I wouldn't say no to some more prey. We won't have to worry about coming back out until the storm's gone, hopefully.", he said. The snow would be perfect to keep the prey fresh, like the cold box his housefolk had. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 22:13:57 GMT -5
(Also, any specifics for the barn? I think I'm gonna work on an Inkarnate map for the farm (i adored doing the last farm I did) I might focus more on the actual barn and fields if I can, since that'll be more where the cats are.)
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Post by Myst on Aug 16, 2023 22:15:23 GMT -5
I honestly can’t think of any specifics for the barn - I just sort of slapped it on the map based on Feath’s inking c:
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2023 22:20:30 GMT -5
Wila »
It wasn't even that long ago that the idea of meeting yet another strange tom would have settled uneasily in the pit of Wila's stomach, but now she was eager to be introduced to Shadow. If he was friendly toward Flame then surely he would be friendly toward Wila, and right now she needed a few more friends to add to her circle. The Burmese loved the friends that she already had, but she would never say no to having more, especially now that she had calmed herself down from her interaction with Chai earlier. "You'll have to introduce me to him one day then. It'll be fun," she purred, shooting Flame a quick grin.
Wet cold drifted onto her nose, startling the molly ever so slightly. She stepped back with confused eyes before she glanced upward; the sky was growing darker with heavy clouds, a drizzle of snow now falling freely from the heavens. Wila fluffed her pelt out all the more, realizing that it had grown colder in the last few minutes. Today would not be a good day to explore the woods, but there would certainly be another time. She was determined to see what was out there now. And she was also eager to spend more time with Flame.
Despite the falling snow, a shiver of warmth trickled down her spine as she looked at Flame. For what it was worth, she was finding comfort in the tom's presence. Maybe it had been a good thing that Chai was acting insufferable today. "For sure. I'll visit often," she promised with a purr, a part of her voice tinged with a tease while the rest of it remained serious. Her next words though were nothing but serious. Wila pointed with her tail toward the left of where she stood now. "That den over there with the green metal roof. Do you see it? That's mine. If, ya know, you get bored or something or just wanna hang out, you can come over." Earlier she had been vague with where she lived, but now that she knew Flame was a friendly cat and not some cocky fluffbrain, she felt comfortable giving him her exact location. Plus, if Flame knew where she lived, then perhaps she'd get to see him more often, and that thought left her feeling light on her paws and rather excited.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 22:20:51 GMT -5
No worries! I can make generic 'barn' type stuff and then add if need be.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2023 22:21:08 GMT -5
(Also, any specifics for the barn? I think I'm gonna work on an Inkarnate map for the farm (i adored doing the last farm I did) I might focus more on the actual barn and fields if I can, since that'll be more where the cats are.) no specifics on my end either o: i'd say go crazy and feel free to add whatever you want c': |
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Post by whispering on Aug 16, 2023 22:31:45 GMT -5
Smoke swelled with delight at Percy's support for his plans. Meeting his gleaming green eyes with his own. They'd only known each other a few hours now and he couldn't deny his fondness in the ginger tom. Percy hadn't owed him anything and yet, he still provided him with kindness and his insight. He'd lent him a listening ear for his troubling dreams, without judging him for it. He'd even gone out of his way to catch him prey. Taking another bite of the trout, Smoke purred, mischief gleaming in his green eyes, "Who knew a cat who'd interrupted my hunt would end up being such a good asset to me."
If it hadn't been for Percy who knew how his day would have gone. He would return to his den with his mouse, thinking over his dreams. Alone. Just as uncertain as he'd been the past few days. And he wouldn't have gained the new information about the ancient groups, that he now knew were clans, that took refuge in this same woods many seasons ago. Maybe it was these same cats, his alleged ancestors, that guided Percy onto his path. Knowing that the ginger cat had heard the stories and would be willing to share them with Smoke. And that Smoke would be all ears, hungry to find the truth. Now he had some idea of what SylvanClan and EtherClan really were. At least, somewhat anyway. There were still so many details that were missing. Things he couldn't quite understand. A puff of wind ruffled his fur, stirring the leaves around them. Reminding Smoke of the oncoming snow. They'd better finish now if they wanted to be warm before snowfall.
"Thank you again, Percy," The gray tom mewed, giving him a genuine smile. "Really. I would never have expected any cat to help me like you have. Usually I'm the cat offering my services." His whiskers quivered in his amusement. His patients came to him all the time, but rarely did he ever receive something in return from them. He'd grown accustomed to it. The biggest reward was seeing a cat make a full recovery and live on to see another day, all thanks to him.
"Do you have shelter to return to?" Fran
Forest // with Milo Myst
As if on cue, Fran turned her head to make sure the fences were indeed in view when Milo mentioned them. Grunting her agreement when she made eye-contact with the human barriers. Only a few more trees, and then they would return home. Before the snow fell and before anything could happen. Nothing will happen. She assured herself, before falling into step behind Milo.
The ground crunched noisily beneath her pink pawpads, louder than usual. Or was that just her nerves? Fran studied their surroundings. Nothing was around them it seemed. No life. Just cold and the scattered leaves and tree limbs. What did cats see in this place? When she was younger she'd longed to visit past the treeline. Full of excitement and adventure. But the long-furred molly was older now, more settled into her housecat lifestyle. What was the point in leaving that for a place like this? She didn't see the appeal. To each their own I suppose.
"It's surely different from what I remember." She mewed quietly to Milo. "But I suppose the seasons also play a part in why that is." Perhaps if they had ventured out here during the hot summer, it would be different. More exciting. More to explore. Now it just seemed scary and uninviting. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2023 22:45:49 GMT -5
Percy »
A good natured laugh slipped off Percy's lips when he heard what Smoke had to say. His whiskers quivered with the motion of his laughter as they hovered over the mostly eaten trout. "Fate is rather strange, isn't it? What would have happened had you gotten that mouse and I never messed up the hunt?" It would be fun to sit there and ponder over all the different scenarios that could have played out had Smoke's hunt been left to unfold rather than ended prematurely. Smoke and Percy would have never met if Percy had left the trail after scenting another cat. Smoke would have never told another cat about his strange dreams and would have never been offered a helping paw. This fish would have never been caught, and that alone was enough to dampen Percy's spirits. How would he have continued on living without the sweet taste of this fish? For all of his amusing dramatics, he paused as he looked over at Smoke. He had only known the gray tabby for a few hours, but what if they had never met? Percy wasn't sure he liked the idea of furthering those thoughts.
Snow began to fall as the two toms sat there over the trout. It was a gentle snowfall, but the heaviness of the clouds suggested that it wouldn't be long before the serenity of the snow would turn into something dangerous. Percy fluffed out his winter-thick pelt. While his fur gave him some protection from the weather, it was Smoke's genuine smile that warmed Percy thoroughly. "No need for thanks. I'd do the same for any other cat." And he would. Percy was the type of cat to give up all his plans for the day and help somebody else out if they needed assistance. Knowing that another cat needed something and that he could offer help gave him purpose. It made him feel needed, like he mattered. Helping others out in their time of need made Percy feel like he was doing something to positively contribute to an otherwise cruel world.
"I've got a den back deeper in the woods," he answered Smoke's question with a nod. "It's real cozy. Not even this snow could get inside." A few more snowflakes landed atop Percy's fur, melting into his pelt. "You said you had a den earlier, right? Is it protected from the snow?" The loner assumed that it was, but he wanted to make sure. Something was pushing him to ask just in case Smoke's home wasn't weather proof. The last thing Percy wanted was for his newfound friend to suffer in this star forsaken cold.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 16, 2023 22:54:08 GMT -5
Arch -
With Frazzle in Twoleg place. LightOnce Arch had settled into a comfortable position to clean the wound, wincing whenever she grazed the thicker part. The metallic tang flooding her taste buds. Stopping momentarily Arch grimaced, and flicked her gaze towards Frazzle. What was supposed to be a cautionary look turned into starring. He seemed to be deep in thought, his face screwing tightly. Was he alright? Further bewilderment flushed through Arch as the ginger sat and began scratching with a hind leg behind his head. Opening her mouth and reaching a paw towards the tom; Arch was about to inquire if he needed anything. But the words died as soon as they came. Whatever he had figured out must've been important because it was all too quick he was up on his paws. Nodding to his request of waiting there she watched him scramble away down the pathway. "Uhh, alright see you then!" Arch called, unsure if he heard her response. Turning her attention to the chicken, Arch's tail tip twitched. Trying to process how she went from the bins to now watching over this cat's prize. When she had woken up from her nap earlier in the day. This was not how she was planning it to go. But him mentioning the greasy food nearby reminded her that she was hungry. He was an odd one and kind, most others would've chased her away. Instead, he ran off in the promise of returning and offering to share. Getting to her paws, with hesitant steps she approached the twoleg food sniffing at it. Its smell tempting she took a bite of the chicken, almost groaning as the flavor hit her tongue. She would wait, Arch decided. Even if it took him some time, it was worth it to ask about where this 'Grumpy' twoleg discarded chicken such as this. Looking around her immediate surroundings. Arch picked up the left behind food and wondered closer to the bins she had appeared from. She preferred sticking closer to walls, or areas she could hide easily into. This way she could watch for Frazzle's return but also make a hasty get away if needed. Settling into a sitting position, Arch pondered over what had just happened. Only to erupt into an amused purr. Whoever this tom was, he was a friend worth making.
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Ember near the stream. whisperingCrimson's ear twitched at the tom's dark admission, sympathy but also annoyance gripping at her stomach. Turning from her spot by the stream, she wanted to prod at the cream tom. Question him to see what good that would do any cat, mostly himself. But it wasn't her place to question his reasoning's, and the two were strangers. She was in no place to swap history. So for now, she breathed deeply through her nose, eying him as he looked away from her. After a moment he shook himself from his own thoughts and seemed to make a decision. Meeting her gaze once more, Crimson listened. "I'm Crimson, and I never asked you to trust me." She introduced herself, resisting the urge to call him kit again and instead making a point. "The catch to eating, is to avoid being hungry." Crimson couldn't help but add sarcastically, purposefully side stepping the true purpose of his question. Looking into the water Crimson thought over his other words, wanting to find the appropriate response. She wondered if his blatant mistrust of others was due to his parents, or another cat taking advantage of his innocence. "There are different types of cat's in the world, some are kind and some aren't. It's up to you to distinguish the difference." Crimson called back to him gaze searching for a flash of silver. Spotting her prey Crimson swiped out. Aiming just pass where she had seen the flash of color. A small trout being thrown onto shore. Jumping towards it, she aimed a bite to it's spine clamping down hard as it struggled against her. Once it stopped moving, she lifted it from the ground and approached the young tom once more. Stopping a couple of tail lengths away, she settled onto her haunches and placed the fresh-kill at her paws. "How about the catch for telling me your name, is we share this trout?" Crimson offered, bending to take a bite out of the scaley flesh and then pushing it towards Ember.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 16, 2023 23:03:59 GMT -5
(That reply took me longer to get too than I thought lolzz I'm down for a time skip soon and am always down for seeing the ships <3 Idk why but when I was reading about you guy's mentioning Barnclan the word Alicestar kept popping into my mind xD Something Clan Gen would definitely encourage. runningsky123 Awe, okay! Putting a name to the face, I adore how fluffy both Gryffin and Dragon are. You said they were brothers yeah?? ) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2023 23:07:49 GMT -5
alice is that random rogue a patrol finds and she just changes her name to something like alicedapple to fit in with the clan more
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 23:25:16 GMT -5
(Here's what I've got so far! May hop on tomorrow and add more, but I gotta get off my laptop and get to bed. They don't have a huge selection of cats, so I just threw a bunch on where I thought they'd sleep, small selection so I couldn't really try and tailor it imgur.com/a/Vc3z21uIcyturtles Yep, they're littermates, we got them from the local humane society together in Nov of 2020. My mom and I specifically went looking for a bonded pair, as we didn't have a cat in the house (we'd said goodbye to my 19 year old cat Nala in Sept of that year), and knew we'd want more than one eventually, so why not get a pair and keep them together? I'm so glad we did, they love each other so much  They definitely fight like brothers, but they are always so cute wrestling around and chasing each other.) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 16, 2023 23:58:47 GMT -5
Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) “Definitely, you’ll like Shadow. He’s a good listener, when he’s not rambling about his encounters in the forest.”, Flame said with an amused purr. He perked up slightly when she mentioned visiting often. “Please do, it gets lonely sometimes, being the only cat in the house. My housefolk are alright with other cats visiting too. Shadow’s come over a few times and they don’t mind. You’ll love the garden in spring, too. It’s mostly died back now, but my housefolk plant all sorts of flowers”, he said. He turned and made note of the house she pointed out, nodding. “I’ll definitely come over.”, he said. He really liked Wila. She was confident and she knew what she wanted, much different than the more lazy and unmotivated cats he’d met around. She had a sense of adventure like him. He was about to speak again when he heard the door to his nest open, his female housefolk calling his name. “I have to go, they probably want me to be in before the snow.”, he said. “You should head back home too. Wouldn’t want you to become a cat-cicle.”, he teased, his tail waving slightly. “I’ll see you around, Wila.”, he said warmly, touching his nose to hers quickly, before he turned and leaped back onto his fence, and back down into his garden. Flame trotted over to his housefolk, rubbing against her legs before she picked him up and carried him inside. (I’m ready for a skip with these two when we want to skip ahead! Maybe to the end of the storm? If everyone’s down for that.) |
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2023 1:02:12 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: By the Stream With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton's breath caught for a moment at Creamsicle's question. It wasn't a question she had expected. She pulled away from the body of the rabbit, her eyes closing as she tried to think back. She breathed in deeply and let out another equal in length. It had been so long ago... and it felt like yesterday at the same time. Memories flashed behind her eyelids. Cream tabby fur, soft unlike her own. And that sharp unrelenting amber gaze. Her unreasonable demands. The incapability to ever be enough. Cotton's chest tightened, and she opened her eyes which had become narrowed and dark. "My mother... was very strong-minded," Cotton responded carefully. Then Creamsicle asked another question and she relaxed a little. "Yes. Matter of fact, I have had kittens. They are all grown up now, strong, capable hunters. Each with their own particular talents and skills." Her voice was laced with pride as she spoke of her kittens. Despite her stern lessons and the painful farewells, she had been fiercely proud of them all. She wondered what they were doing now. Had they found places to call home? Mates to cherish and support them? Kits to call their own? On clear nights, when Cotton knew she was alone, she would sometimes speak to the stars about them; she'd make wishes for their good health and happiness, and reminisce on the good times they had together. It was an odd habit she had picked up from her old father, back when he told her about the cat who spoke to the stars. "Some day you will grow into a fine young molly just like the others, finding your own set of talents and skills." Cotton glanced down at Creamsicle with a slight smile. Creamsicle's words about hunting didn't sound very convincing. If she had no desire to hunt, she was better off being a kittypet. She couldn't clean out another cat's den all her life. That was no life to live. Creamsicle needed to be able to take care of herself on her own some day. Cotton watched the kit with eyes slightly narrowed, doubts clouding her mind. Perhaps the kit did belong in the two-leg place. Whatever the case, the kit was in no condition to travel that far. Especially in these winter conditions. Cotton would take care of her for now, and in time she should have a better idea of what to do with her. Creamsicle could start getting used to this kind of life. Only time would tell. She chose not to comment on Creamsicle's compromises. She merely glanced up at the sky once more as the very first snowflakes began to fall. She looked back down at the kit to see how much she had eaten. Would that be enough to give her the warmth and strength to make it to the den?---  FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Arch ( Icyturtles ) Frazzle took a little longer than he expected. He had remembered Stone saying something about using cobwebs to stop bleeding. As soon as the thought came to mind, he knew exactly where to look to find some. He knew a good portion of the twolegplace from all his adventures. Just a block away, there was an old broken down twoleg den- or ' house' as kittypets sometimes called them. It was stocked full of thick cobwebs. When Frazzle came back around the corner, he was covered from head to tail in interlacing cobwebs. In his jaws was a mid-sized stick that was also covered in cobwebs, though these seemed a bit more dense as if they were actually intended to be there. "Eeb gud id! (I've got it!)" He exclaimed unintelligibly through the stick, as he hurdled down the pathway. He scrabbled to a stop in front of the bins, huffing and puffing once more to catch his breath. There she was, right by the bins where he left her. He noticed that she had moved his chicken, and felt warmth of appreciation that she took her duty to guard it seriously. Breath somewhat recovered, he padded up to her, his tail high behind him. He met her gaze with bright eyes. Propping the stick up against one of the bins, he glanced back at the molly, his chest puffing a little as he felt quite proud of himself. "I've heard from a cat I know, that cobwebs can stop bleeding," he told her. He turned back to the stick and tried to scrape some into his paw. "I just got to apply it to that cut of yours." I think. Once Frazzle had a wad in his paw, he turned toward her, keeping his paw suspended- as to not step on the cobwebs he had painstakingly collected. This time he remembered to have the decency to ask, "May I?" |
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2023 1:02:41 GMT -5
(Ooh, looks cool Runningsky! :3)
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 8:13:38 GMT -5
Fate was strange. Yet he was happy with the way things turned out for the two. Despite him missing his mouse, he'd gotten the opportunity to learn new things and share his own information. And to share tongues and prey with such a friendly cat. It wasn't every day he'd meet cats like Percy. Cats that were just as inviting as Smoke.
His eyes widened as a sudden wetness dropped onto his nose. A snowflake. Glancing over at Percy he realized the snow had begun to fall. The gentle white flakes decorating and disappearing into his fluffed out ginger fur. Giving his pelt a shake, Smoke followed suit and fluffed out his own pelt. Swiping a paw over his face to clear the flakes that clung to his whiskers. The gray tom's tail drooped in disappointment at Percy's answer. Of course, he had somewhere to go. Most loners did. Why he felt this sudden heaviness he was unsure. He was only offering his den to Percy because he had helped him. It shouldn't have been such a letdown if Percy already had somewhere to go.
"Er, yes. My den is well protected, for my herbs sake." They needed to stay sheltered from the cold. He couldn't risk them drying up so suddenly from this weather. This was the first snow. Soon enough an outbreak of whitecough would sweep his way across the forest and through the moors. "But I was only making sure," He added quickly, "The place I call my home has many dens that I use for my patients. So it wouldn't have been much of a problem if you did need somewhere to go."
Your rambling. Smoke's ears flattened when he realized, his skin growing hot with embarassment. Percy had a home, there was no need to explain. It wasn't like this would be the last time they met. He hoped not. "Thank you again, Percy. If you ever wish to find me, look for a great oak tree. Beneath the roots is where I'll be." Hesitantly, he moved closer brushing his muzzle against Percy's side in farewell.
Ember growled in annoyance. This she-cat, Crimson, was not letting up. She insisted on helping him. But before he could make another snarky remark, her paw darted out in a flash, bringing with it a slippery, silver body. Flopping pitifully on the land before she finished it off. The tom couldn't help the envy that flooded through him seeing how easily she'd made her catch. His previous attempt had only left him soaked and full of despair. All the more hungry. There was no way he could afford to say no to this meal.
"My name is Ember." He grumbled in defeat before slinking his way over to her catch. His mouth beginning to water at the smell of the fish carcass. Settling himself across from her. Taking a small, tentative bite. His eyes unwavering from the ginger molly before him. She may have offered this to him but he still didn't trust her. I never asked you to trust me. Her voice replayed in his mind and he couldn't help but grunt. Swallowing the trout and feeling instant relief in his belly. It took everything in him not to ravish the rest of the fish down his throat. He was capable of having manners. Taking another bite, he looked away from Crimson. "I know you're only helping me because you pity me."
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 17, 2023 8:43:20 GMT -5
Crystal
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Crystal paused, turning her head to Kuta, her green eyes narrowed. Lost? What did he mean he was lost. She suppressed the growl that tried to grumble in her throat, instead leaning down to drop her rabbits. "Lost? You don't know how to get to the treeline?" Surely it was basic knowledge for a cat to retrace their steps through memory, if not already from the scents around them. Crystal could make her way back to her den near the pines with her eyes closed. Kuta was lucky she'd agree to accompany him on his trip to the mountains. She was beginning to doubt his success if he hadn't. Beginning to. She thought with a snort. She was uncertain about him from the start. A fine hunter, but little survival skills other than how to catch prey. He had a lot to learn. With a sigh, the gray molly turned back to the trees. Glancing up at the gray sky. Light snowflakes were beginning to trickle down, seeping into the earth and into her fur. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll just escort you half way." She finally mewed, picking up her catches once more and heading north. "You should at least be able to scent twoleg place from there." She muffled out. As much as she wanted to get home, she couldn't leave Kuta alone. She didn't trust him to be alone. At least at the halfway point he should be able to make his way back to twoleg place. If he didn't he was truly a lost hope. A pain it would be if she had to escort him all the way to the treeline. The snow was sure to begin to build up on the ground by then. And she had no plans on staying in twoleg place. It was too... crowded. Unnatural. And Crystal would never step foot inside one of their dens. Spirits, guide him to the treeline. She prayed silently. (Kuta's the friend that you have to remind to look both ways before crossing the street I fear XD Luckily Crystal has a lot of patience for his type Morning guys (: runningsky123 that map looks so good! I'm excited we're doing all this worldbuilding and plot building, excited to see how everything turns out in the long run)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2023 9:59:15 GMT -5
im gonna start working on my replies!
but also im gonna make an executive decision here because i can and nobody can stop me c:<
since it seems like we're getting to the point where some scenes are ending while some are still going strong/just starting, im gonna say it's okay for some scenes to skip ahead a bit even if there are other scenes still further in the "past" if that makes any sense?
like in some scenes it could be the next day already while in others it's still day 1 of when the rp started. i think it'll help move along the rp without us rushing for the slower scenes to finish because every scene is important, whether it's "filler" or plot related, ya know?
i think this is something that helped role-plays way back in the day™ get as far as they did because we weren't all worried about keeping everything on the same day
im not saying go crazy and one scene is in day one while another is in moon 3 of rp, but so long as every scene is like in the same week-ish of time, we all good
does that make sense
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 10:02:03 GMT -5
I'm working on replies now before I head to bed I'm also very between these three pics for Bo |
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 10:03:29 GMT -5
Feathertalon that makes perfect sense c: but also your right literally nobody can stop you
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 10:06:16 GMT -5
Feathertalon sounds good to me! Myst i vote the first pic :0
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2023 10:06:54 GMT -5
ooo first or second!
i mean yall could stop me but
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2023 10:15:12 GMT -5
(Sounds good!
I like the first pic too. ^^ He looks very valiant.)
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 10:37:48 GMT -5
ooo big bet we going with the first one then - thanks guysss c:
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 11:31:00 GMT -5
ooooo doggo looks slay)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 11:42:36 GMT -5
Feathertalon gotcha! Then do you want to skip a couple days with Flame and Wila and send them into the forest? 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 and we can skip with Night and the girls?
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2023 11:44:50 GMT -5
Dark : if you want, I still have Solomon open. maybe he and Peanut could somehow run into one another? If not, I'm sure somebody else would throw a cat Peanut's way c': runningsky123 : i'd like to! i do have my reply written up for wila/flame and went ahead and typed up a timeskip as well. i'll get those replies up later today though since im about to have to leave
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They definitely fight like brothers, but they are always so cute wrestling around and chasing each other.)
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