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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 12:08:17 GMT -5
( Feathertalon, I’d be fine with either! I assume the new barn cats would be available as well, if that’s less complicated lol) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 12:10:39 GMT -5
Feathertalon no worries! I’m at work and currently working on counting stuff so I have no clue when I’ll be on. Probably at the end of the day since we’re back to normal days
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2023 12:11:58 GMT -5
(I could throw Wonder at Peanut this evening if you’d like. :3)
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 12:17:05 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Mountains | With Alice - Feathertalon Up.
It was the one place she rarely looked when it came to possible threat or other cats. In her short life’s experience, none had ever come from above her. Even as she’d gotten closer to the cat’s scent, she couldn’t begin to fathom where they might be. After all, she didn’t come all this way for a reason – it seemed unnatural to her that any cat would make their home out here, much less their hunting grounds. So, when a molly had suddenly jumped down in front of it, it took everything Binx had to keep from jumping out of her own skin. Despite the control she maintained over her body, her tail had puffed up a bit and her claws scraped against the stone beneath her in an attempt to ground herself.
As the other continued her approach, the small she-cat tried to calm her now racing heart. ‘You’re near the mountains, why wouldn’t you look up?’ It wasn’t something she’d let go for at least a couple days. Before long a question was posed, and she was left to weigh her options. The other wasn’t being outright hostile, and the question was innocent enough. Then again, as per the cards she’d been dealt it was clear as day she was the smaller one between them. If there were to be a fight, it wouldn’t be much of one. Perhaps she’d have been better off taking her chances in the forest.
After weighing her options for a few seconds, she answered, “Lost isn’t the word I would use – I still know my way home.” Her voice was level, practiced. Her first defense was her presentation, and she took it very seriously. “Prey is scarce in the woods and the heather doesn’t favor my pelt.” The marshes would’ve been her next choice but being wet in this climate was the last thing she wanted. As much as she wanted to query on if the tortoiseshell before her frequented this land, it was already clear to both of them she herself was in unfamiliar territory. No need to make it worse. So she held her tongue for the time being, knowing it was now a matter of whether or not she’d be returning home hungry, or hungry and injured.
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 With one successful catch, she was hopeful that the rest would come easy before the snow became heavy. If the spirits were kind it would stay this light until they were safe in the fox den. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” Honey purred. “Bet all the she-cats fall at your feet. I will say, they give me a good run around.” Slippery things, weasels. Any day she hunted them alone, the rest her time was spent resting after her meal. On the upside, they kept her reaction times quite exemplary. At the mention of more prey, she nodded. “Very fair – let’s get a move on.” With that, she was on the move again. She moved a bit slower than on their initial search, clearly holding out on the hope that they wouldn’t have to go too far for more.
It seemed the spirits were kind today – the pair weren’t on the hunt for too much longer before they came upon more of the lengthy animals. In fact, it was a pair of them, fighting over… Well, she didn’t know. If she had to guess, the molly would say it was either for food or territory – they were the only things that made sense at this time of year. Slowly she slunk over to the trunk of a wide tree, glancing to Shadow. “I’ll move on your signal.” While she didn’t mind calling the shots, she’d be lying if she said watching the animals fight wasn’t amusing to her. They were just so oddly shaped – it was almost cute.
Honey swung wide around the area, movements slow so as not to disturb the weasels’ little display. Once she decided that they would be sufficiently trapped between them, she hunkered down into the snow, legs tense under her body as she watched for any indicator to strike.
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 12:17:31 GMT -5
(I could throw Wonder at Peanut this evening if you’d like. :3) (I’d love that! d: ) |
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 12:30:33 GMT -5
 Milo -- The Forest | with Fran - whispering Fran was fine. He was fine. They were fine. It was just an extended walk, nothing more. An extended walk into uncharted territory that his friend had bad history with. Simple.
While the sound of leaves being crushed beneath his paws wasn’t foreign, it seemed to echo around them. Or, that’s how it seemed to him. Perhaps it was because they were the only two in the area. Was that how it always was? Or was it only because the trees were bare and seeming to offer little in the way of sustenance? He had no way to know, and it wasn’t something he felt hard pressed to find out. Still, Milo pressed on, trying to sort the new scents around him with little success. Despite this, he took interest in it all the time, curiosity ebbing away his worries just a bit.
At the very least, he knew the scent of cat very well, and would hopefully be able to pick it up before something to happen. All the same, every little sound that did originate from them had the tom on alert. When his companion spoke up, he couldn’t help but nod a little. “I didn’t realize it’d be so empty in the cold season,” he murmured. Honestly, he’d just assumed that it would always have the same amount of activity, the same as their neighborhood did throughout the year.
Just as he’d promised, they’d made it a couple trees further when he stopped, turning his nose to the ground for a moment. It truly amazed him how the strays found their way around – he’d surely end up lost. When he lifted his head, it registered that the first flurries of what was sure to be a wicked storm were falling. ‘Time’s up.’ The tabby was almost grateful for it – their surroundings had somehow only grown more quiet the further they went, and the scents and sounds more overwhelming. Like Fran, he was finding that perhaps he was not made to be in within the trees. Turning to the fluffy molly, he offered her a warm grin. Despite his worries, his curiosity was more that sated for the time being. “I’d say this was a trip well made. Think it’s about time we race the snow home~”
 Kuta -- The Forest | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 As she questioned him about his ability to get home, the tom could only offer a somewhat sheepish but unapologetic smile. “Well, it’s possible that I didn’t take a very straight forward route. Also, I may have only moved here a few days ago and this might only be my second time out.” Of course, he knew very well that he had made some less than well-thought choices. But did he have fun? Yes, yes he did. That was all he cared about at the end of the day – if he had to sleep in the snow, then he would suffer the consequences of his actions as he often did. “It’s fine though – got lost once or twice at my first home, too. I’ll get home eventually.”
When he hadn’t expected was for her to take him halfway there. Kuta could only offer her a questioning look as he attempted to process her offer. It was starting to snow rather than flurry – he was more concerned with ensure she had a secure place to stay. “But what about-“ Crystal continued on about being about to smell his people from the halfway point, and he was just left staring after her for a moment before finally moving to catch up. Well, it seemed that he wasn’t getting much of an option here, not that he’d offered her one earlier. But that was different – she had needed food, he didn’t necessarily need to get home right away. It was preferable, but less of a necessity in his mind. Perhaps it was because it concerned himself… ‘Hm. I don’t like thinking about that.’ Just like that, he put the train of thought out of his head.
It seemed a decision had been made for him. So he fell into step, making a lame attempt at taking in his surroundings. He wasn’t made for memorizing things on the spot – knowing the land would just have to come with practice and likely being lost a few times. Just like it did last time. "I appreciate the help - promise I'll be able to find my own way home next time."
(He’s absolutely the friend you have to remind to look both ways – he means well but he’s so big and dumb xD
I feel like they’ll be such good friends I’m excited)
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 17, 2023 12:30:44 GMT -5
@runningsky sounds good to me, I can post a starter this time whispering I'll also get a starter up for Lillith |
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 12:32:02 GMT -5
Dark Thanks! Bo is gonna be such a good boy cause he's my total opposite lmao
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 12:36:57 GMT -5
NovaAgile | Secretive | Loyal Short-furred white molly with bright yellow eyes Loner // Etherclan // 29 moons // Dark Asexual Demiromantic (doesn’t care about gender) Kin: Magpie- sibling
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 17, 2023 13:21:45 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal continued on briskly, the rabbits swinging wildly in her jaws. Of course, Kuta was new to the territory! It was perfect. If he hadn't helped her hunt she was sure she would have abandoned him. Would have got a closer look at the tall tom and left it at that. Now she was herding him back to his home, making sure he got there safely. Was this what motherhood would be like? Having to care for and watch over kits? If so, the blue-gray molly was sure she wasn't ready to be a mother. Equipped to be a leader? Sure. She had no issue taking over when need be, it was what she was doing now. But being the caretaker of smaller beings who had to be taught how to survive? She'd have to meet the perfect cat to be ready for that life. Kuta was just the cat to make her realize. Envying her previous life before she had to worry about Savannah Cat. He was like no cat she'd ever met. Clueless, but still interesting. Full of wonder and adventure, that was what Crystal did admire about the tom. "No problem," She muffled back, easily leaping over a fallen branch. Dusted with frost from the fallen flurries. "We're almost there. Are things starting to smell familiar?" If not, Crystal could efficiently give him directions if needed. But would he follow them? She had no idea. She could only hope so. If they waited any longer it would only get colder, and the falling flurries would soon turn into full-fledged snow.
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
When Night awoke, a deafening pale light shone into his den. The outside air crisp and his exhales escaping him in thick clouds. The snow must have fallen heavily. The great tom's jaws gaped open into a yawn as he leaned into a delicious stretch. Flexing his claws in his soft bedding. Making his way out of the bramble bush, Night emerged, his eyes strained from the blinding whiteness. Snow decorated the entire hollow. On top of every bush and tree for as far as he could see. Padding a little further, he realized the snow reached up his legs, all the way up to his belly. Prey would definitely be scarce today he could see now. The least he could do was push some of the snow out of the area. Create a clear path for himself, and his two visitors. Oh, yes. He'd forgotten about the two sisters who were taking refuge with him due to the snow. They'd be waking up as well soon enough. Maybe they would accompany him on a search for food. Or at least one of them if not both. Maybe today he would try to pry into Gardenia's mind if the she-cat was willing. The cream colored molly was the least fond of him. Maybe today would turn a new leaf. With a grunt, the black-furred tom began to shovel snow out of the clearing.
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The moor was blanketed with snow as far as she could see. A vast whiteness that seemed to stretch on forever and ever. Lillith sat perched on the wooden post that enclosed the barn house. Ignoring the icy, almost hot, feeling the snow caused in her paws. Her green eyes wide and full of curiosity and excitement. The farm was quiet today. Except the faint clucking of the chickens from their coop, or the occasional snorting coming from the horses. She loved when it snowed, especially thick snow like this one. Snow that was deep enough she could almost swim in it. But that's not all that came with the cold that she loved. Cold weather just meant more rats intruding near or in the farmhouse. And it was their job to get rid of them. If the dogs didn't get to them first, that was. And even if they came across no rats, the farmer was sure to leave some food on the coldest nights. The barn cats were never left to starve. Not like the loners that roamed the land at times, searching eagerly for their next meal. The farmer was like a savior to their land. They got rid of the rodents and predators, and he in return rewarded them with a barn to sleep in and the occasional nice meal. Even if they got sick he would step in to help when it was needed. It was an easy job, and easy life. For the most skilled cats at least. Lillith wasn't the best hunter. Catching mice and rats was a skill she tried to manage, but had not yet perfected. She wasn't sure if she'd ever perfect it. Occasionally finding herself tripping over her own paws. She was more so a cat here for moral support than actual help. But her barnmates accepted her just the way she was, despite her sloppiness. She did the best she could do, that was all she could do. ----- (Kuta's a cutie, he may get on Crystal's nerves but she's adopted him as her own Okay but all this talk of snow is making me ready for winter :'D. Makes me ready to pull out my coats and sweaters and cue the Christmas music)
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 14:38:54 GMT -5
NovaAgile | Secretive | Loyal Short-furred white molly with bright yellow eyes Loner // Etherclan // 29 moons // Dark Asexual Demiromantic (doesn’t care about gender) (I’d be open for Nova to have kin fyi!) |
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 14:54:52 GMT -5
darkwillow she and magpie could be siblings if you'd like i can add a starter for you, i'm typing up replies now
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 15:31:50 GMT -5
whispering- sounds good :3
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 16:06:02 GMT -5
Fran
Forest Treeline // with Milo Myst
The long-furred molly murmured agreement. The neighborhood was always bustling with life no matter the season. Whether the noise from the humans and their strange activities or from the pets they kept captive. It was always alive. Perhaps not for the storm tonight. Housefolk normally bundled away during severe weather. Waking up early the next day to clear their concrete pavements of the ice and snow. Yet the forest didn't have that same vibrancy in the winter, no. This was a season life seemed to take a break. All the busy insects vanished. The rodents take refuge in their dens, some of them hibernating. Birds migrated to warmer places. Even in their neighborhood there were still birds, visiting birdfeeders or nests that the humans would build for them. Housefolk were truly strange people.
The only sign that life had ever been here was the faint scent of cats that'd passed by earlier on in the day. It isn't completely empty. Fran thought, wondering where they had gone. Did the wildcats bundle up inside their homes as well? Did they have homes? Well surely they have to sleep somewhere. She thought, feeling a bit silly. It intrigued her how cats survived in the wild. A part of her longed to understand their ways. But another part was perfectly fine being left in the unknown when it came to the wild. She would stick to her home with Mom and Kitty.
A sudden coolness on her nose jolted the molly from her curious mind. The snow had begun. Light flurries dancing through the sky. Her ears angled toward her companion at the sound of his meow, "Yes, definitely." Flurries were wet. And moisture made mud. She cringed at the thought of the slush the snow made when it mingled with the dirt. If she'd gotten too dirty it would be a pain to clean herself. Only the dreaded groomer could remove those stains. Though she hated to admit it.
"Come Milo." She mewed, tapping him with her plume tail, turning and padding back towards the fence."Is your boy home to let you inside?" She asked, looking back at him. Her housefolk never minded when she brought her friends inside. If he needed to stay in her home for a while she would allow it. Leo
Farm // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
The snow glistened brightly across the fields. The farm seemingly still for the moment. Until everyone else would wake up to start their daily tasks. The only noise coming from the animals in their stalls. The farmer wouldn't be up until later today. He remembered that from last year's winter.
Leo trudged slowly through the thick snow. Making his daily round of marking their territory. Checking to make sure not foxes or snakes had snuck their way through the fences overnight. Sure the dogs were just fine handling the task, but Leo liked to make sure himself. You couldn't always trust a dog's judgment. He didn't quite understand how any cat could trust a dog in general. It was unnatural. Leo was capable of doing everything Bo and Confetti did. Perhaps not herd the larger farm animals, or chasing off the coyotes that threatened them when they got desperate. But with the other barn cats' help he was sure it would get done just the same. He would even do it alone if he had to. He was Leo. 'The lion'. That's what the farmer said anyway. But Leo took it to heart every time he heard it. He had the heart of one and was just as courageous. He even had a sort of mane. He was a lion as far as he could tell. Cats may think it was ego, but to Leo it was fate. He, the lion, was sent here to watch over the farm for a reason. And watch over it he did. Checking every nook and cranny himself every morning and every night. Livestock guardian. The ginger tom snorted. He was the guardian.
The stocky cat paused, squinting his eyes towards the distant post. A white figure sat perched atop, staring out across the white moor. He instantly made out her dappled coat, catching a whiff of her familiar sweet scent on the wind. Lillith. Flicking his stubby tail and raising his head, he changed his course and made his way over to the calico molly. Leo adorned all his barnmates, feeling as if he had to be their protector. But he adored Lillith in a different way. He'd vowed to himself she would be his mate one day. He would have it no other way. She was everything a cat could ask for in a mate. Kind, forgiving, beautiful. A little naive, and she wasn't great at catching pests. But he saw past that. Those were things that they could work on together.
"Hey Lillith!" He called when he neared. His breath coming out in puffs in the cold winter air. "What're ya' doing up there?"
(country girl at heart, i will just make Leo's replies sound like i said them myself (': ) |
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 16:11:34 GMT -5
Magpie
Moorlands // with Dark
Magpie stood steadily on a low hanging branch in a tree that stood within a small copse on the moor. Staring out into the distance for any movement. Nothing. Not even the slightest of movement. Most of the heather and grasses completely covered by the snow. It was nearly up to her chest when she tried to walk in it! How could a cat get anything done with all of this snow. The bi-colored molly huffed in frustration. She'd left her nest at dawn in hopes of coming across a naive rabbit, silly enough to leave its burrow in weather like this. But her hopes had been in vain. Not even the silhouette of a cat passed by. She'd come across a doe and her fawn passing by, but that was all. Nothing else had made an appearance. Not even a hawk in the sky. It was simply empty. Just herself and the snow. Defeated, the black and white cat slouched down on her branch. Resting her head on her paws with a hmph. Something was going to come. Hopefully.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 16:21:02 GMT -5
(I’m gonna post a starter for Heather later if anyone wants to throw their barn cat at her!)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 16:28:49 GMT -5
Feathertalon Myst are we gonna have it that the dogs understand cat, like Midnight? Or just like general body language? I know I saw some talking about that but I couldn’t wrap my brain around the answer 😅 but asking since Heather spends time with the dogs (also thinking I might make a border collie 😋 a heeler for the cows (if you’re still gonna make one Feather) and a collie for the sheep)
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 16:38:09 GMT -5
Nova- Moorlands w/ Magpie (whispering )
Nova let out a huff as she trekked through the vast snow covering the moor. Her short fur surely didn't help in this kind of weather, though she was grateful for it during the warmer seasons. The molly opened her jaws to scent for prey, but caught hold of a different, yet not unexpected, smell. Of course. Now moving at a quicker pace- as best she could through the thick snow- the scent trail led her to a lone tree in the midst of the area.
"Magpie!" Nova called to her littermate, whom she looked up to see was perched on one of the branches closest to the ground. Her whiskers twitched with slight amusement at the sight of her sister crouching in the tree, not far from the snow beneath her. "Trying to hunt for birds?" she teased.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 16:45:22 GMT -5
Heather
Location: Farm
With: Open!
Heather came walking back through the field from hunting, two mice swinging from their tails in her jaws. While the wheat had long since been harvested, there was still grains here and there that the hungry field mice went after, making them easy prey.
She headed over to the sheep’s fence, placing her mice at the bottom and leaping onto a fence post, looking to see who was around. She’d be glad for one of the mice, but she couldn’t eat two, and she wasn’t going to let one go to waste.
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 16:53:29 GMT -5
^^ i think it would be easier for the role play if they could all understand each other like midnight, haha. that was the best comparison i forgot all about midnight
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 16:56:35 GMT -5
Feathertalon Myst are we gonna have it that the dogs understand cat, like Midnight? Or just like general body language? I know I saw some talking about that but I couldn’t wrap my brain around the answer 😅 but asking since Heather spends time with the dogs (also thinking I might make a border collie 😋 a heeler for the cows (if you’re still gonna make one Feather) and a collie for the sheep) I think it was sort of settled on understanding the gist of what’s being said based on how long you spend with them?? Or that was my understanding To me it just makes sense that the longer you’re around the dogs, the more you pick up on |
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 16:57:00 GMT -5
^^ i think it would be easier for the role play if they could all understand each other like midnight, haha. that was the best comparison i forgot all about midnight Highkey I also agree with this tbh |
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 16:59:34 GMT -5
this is already not our regular role play might as well go all the way
debating making quinn’s housemate harley a main character as well since we’re adding in the dogs🤭
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 17, 2023 17:04:45 GMT -5
Feathertalon Myst are we gonna have it that the dogs understand cat, like Midnight? Or just like general body language? I know I saw some talking about that but I couldn’t wrap my brain around the answer 😅 but asking since Heather spends time with the dogs (also thinking I might make a border collie 😋 a heeler for the cows (if you’re still gonna make one Feather) and a collie for the sheep) I think it was sort of settled on understanding the gist of what’s being said based on how long you spend with them?? Or that was my understanding To me it just makes sense that the longer you’re around the dogs, the more you pick up on I like this in like, the barn cats can talk and understand them, but not the (soon to be) Clan cats? |
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2023 17:08:32 GMT -5
Right exactly - I doing it like that might be the best where it’s like it’s just the barn cats that fully understand them meanwhile others cats are just like excuse me why are you trying to talk to a dog??
Cause whispering is right we are just out here doing things, might as well commit
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 17:39:51 GMT -5
then it’s agreed
though i revoke my previous statement on harley, i don’t see her developing past living with quinn. unless she too plans on leaving her twolegs to live on the farm but i doubt it she’s a loyal girl
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2023 18:14:42 GMT -5
 WonderLocation: Barn With: Peanut ( Dark ) The barn was fairly quiet at the moment. Maybe a quiet shuffle or snuffle here and there. The occasional murmur. There was a dull chill in the air, made warmer by the creatures who dwelt within the barn. There was cold air coming in through the cracks of the barn doors and the gap that served as the main exit. Wonder was laying in a thick patch of clean straw near a stack of square bales that occupied a corner of the barn. Not too far away, a pale brown kitten soundly slept. Peanut was his name. Of all the things to look at in the barn, she couldn't keep her gaze from coming back to his soft sleeping form. Wonder wasn't known to be very chatty, and she was often rather awkward when spending time with other cats. When they were sleeping, however, she didn't feel quite as anxious. It only was then she could really look at a cat without fear of what they thought. It gave her an illusion of invisibility- of safety. Peanut looked so soft and adorable as he slept, his side rising and falling with each breath. What kind of cat will he grow into? Would he be big and strong? Sleek and fast? A sniffle broke her from her thoughts and to her great alarm, Peanut's head popped up in the same moment. Panic that he'd discover her staring erupted in her chest. She quickly set her head down on her paws and squeezed her eyes shut. I'm just sleeping. I'm just sleeping. Please don't notice me. I'm just sleeping. The calico was far too rigid, her breath held and her ears flat against her head. Wonder had never been very good at pretending, but maybe... just maybe the kit wouldn't notice. His loud sneeze caused her to jump a little, then she curled up tighter as if doing so could hide her very existence. He's noticed! I'm done for! He's going to think I'm some sort of creep...! |
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Post by whispering on Aug 17, 2023 18:37:07 GMT -5
Magpie
Moorlands // with Nova Dark
Her black ears stood alert at the crunching that signified pawsteps nearing her. Whipping her head around to see who this newcomer was. And they knew her name too? Letting her guard down when she realized the familiar white shape of her sister, Nova. "Ha! I wish." She chirped back, sitting up to get a better look at her sister. They didn't usually spend a lot of time together, but they would occasionally run into each other on the moor. Join together to hunt at times. But for the most part they respected each other's solitude. But was she glad to see her littermate now. "Nothing's moved all morning. The only animal I've seen pass by was a deer!" Magpie had eaten the day before but still, it wouldn't have hurt to find something today too. It wasn't rare for cats to go days, sometimes even more, without prey during leafbare. Magpie was no exception to that.
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 18:43:01 GMT -5
Peanut- In the barn w/ Wonder (Light)
Looking up from his stretching, the little tom spotted some movement near the hay bales at the edge of the barn. Excitement pulsed through his pelt, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers, which eventually landed on the multicolored molly who had her own shut tight. What was her name again? Peanut tilted his head slightly, then brightened. Wonder! Puffing out his chest for good measure, the kit made his way over to the supposed sleeping she-cat. He decided that having someone to chat with was better than sitting alone. When he was within a tail-length away, he mewed, "Isn't that itchy?" His eyes were on the bundle of straw that Wonder was inhabiting, still wide open. He didn't mind if the older cat chose not to respond, but he was quite curious.
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Post by Dark on Aug 17, 2023 18:57:28 GMT -5
Nova- Moorlands w/ Magpie (whispering )
The white-furred molly's reaction to her littermate's words wasn't that of surprise, of course. She knew prey was scarce this time of year, but her expression still held some disappointment. Her mind went back to the part about the deer. Flicking her tail, she replied, "If there are deer roaming about then we should be cautious. Who knows what kind of animal is trailing it?" Luckily, she didn't catch a whiff of fox scent, or the smell of adder, but she was known to think ahead even at the best of times.
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