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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 10:36:31 GMT -5
The gray tom lay in a hunter's crouch. All of his senses alert as he watched his prey shuffle mindlessly at the roots of a cedar tree. He could make it the small, brown body of the mouse. Feel its heartbeat as it vibrated through the frozen ground. Smoke breathed quietly. In and out. His stomach urged him to pounce now, but if he leaped too soon he knew the creature would scurry back into its burrow. He flicked his ear as if silencing his impatient belly, focusing back on his task. All thoughts of his hunger seeming to vanish. Thoughts of EtherClan and SylvanClan pushed to the back of his mind.
Smoke's muscles tensed as he crept forward, placing his paws as lightly as he could on the icy ground. Holding his breath. Stopping once he felt he was at a reasonable distance, preparing himself to launch. Closer. The mouse stopped to sniff at a fallen twig. Closer. Uninterested, it turned in the opposite direction, preparing to venture out even further.
Hello?
The sudden loud meow rang around the forest. Causing the creature to turn tail, and duck back into the hole under the tree's roots.Mouse-dung. Smoke cursed, his whiskers twitching in slight irritation. The tabby straightened himself to his paws, looking around for the culprit who had ruined this hunt. He could make out a flash of orange out in the distance. Giving an exasperated huff before silently making his way towards the newcomer. He couldn't be too mad. This cat didn't know that Smoke was here, hunting. Smoke let his irritation melt as he neared, deciding to make a friendly approach. As he did with every cat. Though his stomach didn't agree, seemingly cursing angrily at Smoke. Feeling the claws of hunger grow even deeper at his empty belly. "Hello there." He called out warmly. It was clearer to him now. He could smell that this cat was a tom, and alone. Perhaps it was just a mere accident after all. Smoke's whiskers twitched in amusement, trying to make the best out of this situation, "You know, I almost had a mouse before you meowed. Those seem to be a delicacy these days."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2023 10:59:31 GMT -5
Percy »
A few moments ticked by, leaving Percy to wonder if he would get a response at all. A good number of cats lived in the forest and the nearby moorland, but most of the felines in this area were solitary. A few groups would pop up here and there, but either they disbanded after a harsh season or they would simply vanish, perhaps wandering off to find another patch of land to call home. Percy himself had never been a part of a group despite how much he enjoyed being around others; he had always been a sociable cat, so much so that at first glance it would seem as if he were part of some larger group when in reality it was just him out here. It had always been that way after his mother had been killed and his littermates had dispersed. From then on out he had been alone, and since then, it was all he had ever known. Here and there he would run into another cat, but not often, and most times they would chase him away. Percy didn't find friendly faces, and by now he should have learned that lesson, but he had always held out hope that one day he'd run into a friend rather than a foe. Perhaps this cat would be that friend.
Though, as the stranger replied, Percy got the sense that he may have made an enemy despite the stranger's warm tone. This cat may not be too happy with him if he had been the reason he lost his catch.
Percy remained friendly, his body tone open. He pushed his way through the frozen undergrowth, dipping his head in a warm greeting as he lay his eyes upon the gray tomcat in front of him. "Ah, sorry about that," Percy apologized sheepishly, leaning down to lap at a few stray hairs across his chest. "This snow's been burning my nose. I can hardly smell anything out here." He waved his tail around in the air to indicate the woods that circled the two toms. "I was passing through and caught scent of another cat, so I thought I'd check it out. Should have known you'd be hunting." The ginger and white tom offered an apologetic smile before shaking his head, chuffing ever so slightly as he mewed, "I'm Percy. You?" Ever curious, he stood there as he waited to learn the other cat's name. The gray tom seemed friendly enough, but for how long? Percy had ruined his catch after all, and hunger could make even the friendliest of cats prickly.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2023 12:21:16 GMT -5
Percy »
It was odd to come across a cat that cared so little about startled prey, especially in the season of leaf-bare. Tensions were always higher in this season than any other, even the most docile of cats ready to fight over a scrawny piece of prey. Meeting another cat who could overcome that frustration was almost unheard of, but Percy wasn't going to push it. He had only just met Smoke, and no telling if the gray tom would remain as civil as he was being if Percy continued to press on about the prey.
A purr rumbled in the bi-colored tom's chest. "It's nice to meet ya, Smoke." Percy eyed the other tom for a moment, taking in his swirled gray appearance. The name Smoke certainly fit him, that much was easy to see. It brought a question to Percy's mind, his head tilting as he pondered on the thought - what would a cat think his name would be just by appearance? Percy wasn't a name that really led a cat down a path of something visual. In fact, he didn't even know what Percy meant or why he had been named Percy, but he liked his name regardless and wouldn't change it for any reason.
Smoke continued on, this time saying something that grabbed Percy's attention. His ears perked forward, body following suit. "A healer?" The ginger and white tom asked with a curious tone to his voice. "So you, what? Know plants or something?" Percy had heard tales of cats who knew how to harness the power of the plants around them, but Percy had never met such a cat, and he had never needed one, either. He had been lucky enough to have only received minor wounds during his life so far. The need for a healer had been nonexistent. He was curious to learn more about what a healer was from Smoke, eager to hear what the gray feline had to share.
"You could call me that," Percy replied once Smoke asked if he was a traveler. "I mostly stay in the woods, but I've been known to venture beyond them. The swamp and pine forest aren't all that bad, and the moor is a lot of open land, but the rabbits sure are juicy there." Percy couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought of a rabbit. His stomach churned to remind him of why he had come all this way in the first place. Perhaps he and Smoke could hunt together once introductions had finished.
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 13:01:13 GMT -5
Smoke sighed in relief, letting himself relax a bit more. Percy posed no threat to him. Good. Smoke was a peaceful cat. He didn't believe in behaving aggressively with other cats. They all were trying to survive. Given the circumstance, he would always choose to smooth things over rather than fight. It just wasn't his nature to result in teeth and claw. One lost in a mouse was not the end of the world, no matter how cold. If it came down to it, he would even offer Percy some of his strengthening herbs to ease his hunger.
The tom purred at Percy's inquiry. "Sort of," He chuckled, whiskers quivering in his amusement, "I scout for herbs all around this land. It started off small, healing small cuts and sicknesses. But word got around, and cats seek me out for all kinds of problems. Fox attacks, badgers, dogs, other cats, you name it." Smoke continued, his tail flicking as he named all the different situations cats usually came to him for. There were cats who knew how to heal themselves, but Smoke knew a great deal of remedies and cures. And he didn't mind passing down his wisdom to those who asked of him. There wasn't a plausible point in guarding all of his knowledge all to himself. The only thing that would bring Smoke was more cats to worry about. More stress. Something he didn't need added to the chaos that was already his mind on the simplest of days. Especially now with his strange dreams.
The talk of rabbits caused his stomach to angrily grumble once more. "Hey, since you interrupted my hunt earlier," He teased, titling his head sideways, "You could help me hunt. Eight paws are better than four." Most loners preferred to keep it that way, Smoke was aware. But he could not pass the opportunity of hunting together. The forest was a cold place right now. Hunting in groups was sure to double their chances. "And if we are to fail, I have a few herbs back at my den that will help with your hunger."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2023 13:31:03 GMT -5
Percy »
Curiosity buzzed inside Percy like a swarm of bees. He was aware that plants were important beyond just the fact that they fed the prey that in turn fed him, but he had never known what plant was what and then what that plant did for illness or injury. Being a healer was mysterious to Percy, and he was eager to figure out what exactly they did from this new gray tom.
He listened intently as Smoke answered his questions from earlier. ”That all sounds really helpful,” the tabby tom replied. Awe was in his voice, and even deeper there was a mixture of curiosity, a yearn to absorb more of this knowledge that Smoke had. Percy couldn’t see himself as a healer, that was too much responsibility for him, but to at least know about something that could be important was enough for him. ”How about this. You tell me more about this healing you do and I’ll help you catch the tastiest thing this side of the stream.” A playful smirk tugged at the tom’s lips. He would have offered to help Smoke hunt regardless, but potentially getting something in return only sparked Percy’s willingness to help even more.
[ this reply is crappy, sorry ;v; ]
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2023 14:20:36 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Garden | with Fran - whispering The smile he earned for his presence warmed him despite the chill in the air. He always enjoyed being in her presence as she’d always been rather good at making him feel welcome. That, and she was nothing short of a delight, especially in the cold times. Even with her coat, he still wondered how she stayed out for so long, though supposed he would never truly understand. Despite this, he enjoyed coming to visit nonetheless – he couldn’t remember ever having a bad day with her around.
It was no surprise to hear that she was, in fact, enjoying the weather, though her mention of first snow piqued his curiosity. It was always quite pretty to watch as it came down, and he could appreciate the way his housefolk’s territory looked once it blanketed everything. Being out in the element, though, simply wasn’t his favorite. “I can imagine – it makes for a lovely scene,” Milo mused. As she returned his own question, he offered her a warm grin. “As much as I can – enjoying it more than incessant heat. I’m sure there will be colder days, and I’ll make the most of those too.” He could always warm himself up, but cooling down on the hottest of days felt impossible to him. Not so much so that he stayed inside, but enough that he rarely did more than lounge in the grass. At least he could find respite from the cold.
As the molly went on to offer a walk the tabby perked up a little, gaze reflecting the mischief in her own. He’d been out with her many times, ask if she’d accompany him outside of the twoleg place once, past the treeline to see what was in there. She’d politely refused, and he hadn’t pushed any further. Sure, he’d love to go, but it was far from his place to push her out of her comfort zone. That, and he was more than happy to simply have company regardless of where they were. “An icicle? You underestimate my tolerance for the cold.” Milo purred in amusement, eyeing the spot beside her before joining her on the ground.
The queen’s garden was easier to get out of than his own – the fence was shorter, and the wood was more forgiving than the metal that would sometimes scrape his skin when leaving his own home. He’d found a hole in the planks when he was first brought here and wiggled his way through it – it’s how he’d met Fran. Paws settled once again in the grass, he turned his eyes to her. “Lead the way~” Ever since her story about the groomer, he defaulted to her if they went for a walk. He’d never been there, but it sounded down right horrid.
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2023 15:13:45 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Moors | Open “Restore EtherClan.”
What does that even mean? He’d been asking himself this ever since he woke with the first light of day. The words of the starry figures lingered in his mind as he looked over the moors. He didn’t know what to do with any of the information his dreams had assaulted him with, all he knew was that he wanted them to stop. His dreams had started to become repetitive, landing him near a stream on the tree line, looking out over moorland. Then they would come, the cats with stars in their fur. They would emerge from behind him and cross the water, the assumed head of the group urging him to follow with a flick of the tail. And follow he would. They would welcome him into the open land, and he’d wake up shortly there after.
This had been happening for days, if not weeks, now. At first it was every few days he’d have the same dream, but as of the last few days it’d been every night. Meeting the cats made of stars so often in an unfamiliar place was jarring to say the least, but last night was the first any of them had said so much as a word. “We are EtherClan, your ancestors,” they told him. “Restore EtherClan.” He hadn’t been able to ask them anything in return – he woken up too soon to get the chance. It was odd to hear, considering he was aware of his lineage. Or, at least part of it. His mother was a Serval – a wild cat, if he understood correctly. His housefolk seemed awful proud of having him, going as far as to show him off to other twolegs any chance they got. Kuta didn’t mind, of course, but he’d wondered about his father, where he came from, what he was like. If these dreams truly meant something, perhaps he could know.
The land he looked over surely had something to do with it. Even as the as the cold stung his throat, he couldn’t help but simply stare across the water from the treeline in awe. It looked like the same place he’d end up in his dreams. He wouldn’t be expected to return home for quite some time, it wouldn’t hurt to explore, right? It’s not like they did anything if he came home at late at night anyway…
They’ll get over it – they always do. The tom thought. Mind made up, he set off, crossing a fallen tree over the stream and into the moors. The ground below him was cold and unforgiving, reminding him that he was better suited for the heat. It wouldn’t stop him, though – his curiosity had won over, as it always did. If nothing else, he could at least become familiar with the land of plaguing his sleeping mind.
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2023 15:14:51 GMT -5
I did want to get another start up soo Kuta is free in the moorland~
I will hopefully get something up for Honey and Binx later today but I am going out, but the three of them are pretty open for anything rn!
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 15:34:45 GMT -5
Gonna eat first and then I'll get some replies going :3
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 8, 2023 15:38:50 GMT -5
FeathertalonYep I can make two toms! Might either be late tonight or tomorrow, at work currently and getting off later than usual/slept really badly last night so I’ll be going to bed early. Also, Gardenia and Wisteria are free near Twolegplace if anyone wants to start something with them! Much easier for me to reply than make a starter.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 8, 2023 17:23:05 GMT -5
(Hey everyone! This looks fun to be apart of! I haven't rped in a while but look forward to being apart of something again hopefully ^^ )(Changed a personality trait after some though ^^')
Crimson -- 32 moons -- Molly
Clever | Fierce | entergetic
A long furred ginger tabby molly with tuxedo white markings and green eyes.
Rouge | Sylvanclan
Stone -- 40 moons -- Tom
Shameless | Stubborn | Honest
Dark grey tabby ticked tom. Prominent tabby stripes on tail, head and legs. Pale yellow eyes.
Loner | Sylvanclan
Arch -- 20 moons -- Molly
Empathetic | Cautious | Kind
Long furred black mackerel tabby with white paws and green eyes.
Loner | undetermined
Has a tendency to be around the two-leg place for free food.
Flicker -- 48 moons -- Tom
Sneaky | Focused | confident
A lanky dark brown tom, with bright amber eyes.
Rogue | Etherclan
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 17:40:01 GMT -5
Smoke's ears perked up at his proposal. His eyes wide, unable to hide his shock. "Really?" Percy was indeed unlike any cat he'd ever come across. Sure he made plenty of friends and associates, but none had ever been so welcoming at the first meeting. Sure, Smoke was much of a threat to any cat, he was a weak fighter and could easily be beaten. But cats still tended to have their guard up to some degree. Whereas Percy was offering his hunting skills, only asking the healer for knowledge in turn. It didn't seem like a terrible idea, but Smoke still felt a bit unsure. Besides he'd claimed his nose was too cold to even sniff out a cat! Let alone prey. But the gnawing in his stomach soon reminded him of his hunger.
"Sure! You just lead the way." He finally replied, an excited glint in his green gaze. This cat seemed to have been sent by his ancestors. The sunlight he had needed on this cold day. Smoke had the chance to talk about healing, the skill he adored, and be catered to while he was at it. Maybe he would even get the chance to see what Percy thought of his dreams... No. That was too far. The ginger tabby wanted to know about herbs, not spirits. Or at least, Smoke was certain they were spirits. It felt too real for them to be all made up. The look of desperation and yearning in the cat's eyes as they spoke of restoration of their clan. A chill suddenly ran across his spine at the thought, and he fluffed out his tabby coat as if the wind had caused it. The trees suddenly felt historical. Had those cats lived here once? Did they too stalk through the wooded area searching for prey during the winter's icy grip? Smoke shook out his fur. He would have more time to ponder on it later maybe. "What exactly would you like to know? I've got quiet a wide range of things I could tell you; from origins, to stories, or remedies." Smoke asked, padding over to join his new companion, tail raised high. Prepared to follow him whichever way he chose to go.
He didn't mind starting from the very beginning if Percy wanted. When he was a youngin' and his mother had passed her knowledge on to him. Making him aware of all the great healers before him. The stories she would tell about how healing was in his blood. Or if he just wanted simple remedies like the cats that would come to visit him. He'd talk about all the things if he had the chance. But he didn't want to talk Percy's ear off. He didn't want to scare him away.
Fran
Twoleg Garden // with Milo Myst
Fran giggled softly at the tom's response. She would not have let him freeze even if it were cold enough. She had known Milo, like most cats in her area, since he was very young. The first day she ever met him he'd popped his curious little body into her garden. She purred at the memory, blue eyes looking fondly over Milo. They all had grown up. In a way, she felt that she had even played a hand at raising them. Even the stubborn ones like Quinn. She adored all the twoleg place cats with all her heart as if they were her own family.
Fran quickly licked a paw and swiped it over her face a few time before rising to her paws and heading towards the fence to exit the garden. "Do you remember when you first came here?" She asked, turning her head to look back at the tabby as she walked. Bunching up her muscles and easily clearing the front fence. Landing neatly on the cement ground. Usually her housefolk's monster rested here, but it was gone now. Monsters acted as a sort of transportation to all humans. When she was younger, it was strange to Fran. Using something else to get by. But now she had accepted that housefolk just did things cats would never understand.When she wanted to go anywhere, she would walk. She couldn't imagine riding a dog, or jumping on a bird to get around. Her eyes gleamed humorously at the thought. Hedgehogs would fly the day cats rode on dogs and birds to move around!
Once she reached the sidewalk, she paused, turning to make sure Milo was following her. "You know, it makes me feel a bit old thinking of how many years ago, you all were so young. Coming into my yard and playing around."
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 8, 2023 17:43:59 GMT -5
// Ah, hooray! Oh, whispering - I was wondering if I could toss Blight at Ember. Would that be alright? |
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 17:53:59 GMT -5
( sure i don’t mind Little Fawn <3 ) |
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Post by Light on Aug 8, 2023 18:03:45 GMT -5
(Oops. I had assumed they were on the forest side. In the case that they are on the moorside, she would likely have no intention of crossing the stream with a young kit. Let’s just say she‘s looking for food by the stream.)  CottonLocation: By the Stream (Steppingstones) With: Creamsicle FeathertalonThe looming tree-line across the stream filled Cotton with a sense of unease. She would only hunt there when prey happened to cross from one side to the other across the stepping stones. Otherwise, the trees were far too close together- and the once open sky would be eerily disturbed by overarching branches. There were far too many places for her prey and potential predators to hide. The wind lessened as they came closer to the stream. Normally Cotton would find the feeling quite stifling, but today it was a small relief from the bitter cold wind. Cotton paused by a leafless gorse bush when Creamsicle spoke up once more. “We are here,” she assured at last in a low voice. She looked back and waited for the kit to come up to her side. She would have rather brought the kit to her den, but Creamsicle seemed unwilling to go out onto the bare moor quite yet. Cotton decided that it would be best to find a warm meal for the kit before continuing on. Since they weren’t far from the stream, that seemed to be the best place to find some prey. She felt a pang in her chest as she watched Creamsicle more closely. The tiny white kit was shivering from the cold. Cotton beckoned the kit close with her tail, willing to share her warmth for a time. Kits were particularly sensitive to the cold season, and frostbite was an unrelenting predator that Cotton was determined to thwart if at all possible. She raised her paw, reaching over Creamsicle and hooked her in with a sheathed paw, so that the kit was placed between her front legs. She lowered herself into a resting crouch so that her head hovered directly over Creamsicle’s own. Creamsicle’s ears tickled her chin. The kit’s little body felt unpleasantly cold at first, but as time passed, the contact gave way to a blossoming warmth that helped bring life back to their numb limbs. As they huddled behind the gorse, Cotton’s intense yellow gaze studied the landscape before them, ear angled forwards. It was a mild downhill slope down to the place where the stream once ran. The reason they couldn’t hear the stream from here was that this part of the stream was frozen over. Since the stepping stones were a shallow part of the stream in the leaf-bare season, it was usually one of the first places to freeze over. Sometimes prey would cross between the forest and the moor here in the winter season, as they struggled to search for their own food. The source of water sometimes gave way to a bit more life, even in this winter season. Under the fine layer of snow, though mostly dead, some plant life persisted. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 8, 2023 19:44:07 GMT -5
Feathertalon here are my toms! Flame -- 45 Moons -- Tom Sarcastic | Standoffish | Protective Flame is an orange tabby tom with pale amber eyes. Kittypet | EtherClan Flame lives with his twolegs near the edge of the Twolegplace, and as such he's explored the territory outside a lot, but has yet to meet many cats. Shadow -- 85 Moons -- Tom Wise | Snarky | Pessimistic Shadow is an old black tom with amber eyes and the beginnings of silver fur around his muzzle. Kittypet | EtherClan Shadow lives nearby Flame, and the two have a friendly acquaintance, but nothing more. Shadow occasionally wanders into the forest to explore or hunt, but he prefers to spend his time sunning himself. (Also I figured out my problem! I was accidentally getting the link address, not the image address!) Flame Shadow
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Post by Myst on Aug 9, 2023 8:15:40 GMT -5
Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering How could he ever forget his first trip to her garden? He couldn’t have been more than a year old when he slipped outside when the younger human was leaving. “Of course I do,” Milo responded, eyes glittering with warmth as he thought back to it. “Got lost on the way home and wiggled into the first garden I could find – meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me that day.” After being brought to a new place and getting lost outside, being with Fran had certainly calmed his nerves. Eventually the boy had come for him, scooping him up from the grass before anyone else had known he was gone.
“You kind of got stuck with me after, huh? I’ve been visiting you ever since.” he meowed as he padded after her, amusement lacing his words. The tabby had learned what her yard looked like much faster than his own, and she’d been the nicest cat he’d met. Any time he’d get lost he’d go to her home, which inevitably turned into simply going to her directly simply to spend time with her.
In his moment of reminiscing, she had already made it over to the other side. Blinking out of his nostalgic haze, Milo made quick work of following her over, landing on the pavement with a near silent thud. Even for all the time he’d spent here, he still found what twolegs did to the ground very odd. It was perfectly fine as it was. He’d seen their monsters traverse it just fine, yet they insisted on covering it with what he could only assume was a rock-like substance. Then again, they did tons of other odd things that’d he’d simply come to accept, and this was among them.
Catching up with his companion, he couldn’t help but the fond purr that rumbled in his chest as he nudged her shoulder with his own. “You don’t look a day over 3 years, Fran. And we still do, you know. Can’t speak for all of them, but I feel like you raised me quite a bit.” He had yet to meet another housecat that had met the fluffy cat and wasn’t fond of her. Truthfully, he’d be shocked to hear if there ever was a cat that didn’t like her. “Bet you’re everyone’s favorite around here~ You were always so good at making your garden feel like home.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2023 8:58:55 GMT -5
runningsky123 & Icyturtles : got ya'll added! feel free to start rping ~ :> i still have Solomon, Alice, Comet, Star, and Wila open if anybody is interested o: i'll get to replies at some point today
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Post by whispering on Aug 9, 2023 10:08:36 GMT -5
Fran
Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
"Stuck with you! I was actually very grateful for your arrival." Fran corrected politely. "All of you. First there was Quinn. Then Willa, and then you." Milo had been the most spoiled by Fran out of the three. Maybe even as spoiled as Frazzle. Fran had many weaknesses which was why she knew she could never survive as a wildcat. But her weakness for the youth was something she could not withstand. Kits and young cats truly warmed her heart. She would go out of her way to appoint herself as a potential caretaker whenever a new one emerged in the Twoleg Place. As long as they didn't pose any threat to her that was.
Her pink nose grew hot at Milo's next words. Blushing and purring profusely, she paused to smooth down her chest fur. Straightening herself to give the tom an affectionate lick between his ears. "Sweet Milo," She mewed softly, smiling warmly at him. He had grown into a fine tom. She knew he would make a fantastic mate to some cat one day if he chose. He was already a great friend. But what he said was true. Fran was fair to all the cats. Whether they were housecats or strays that frequented the area, she would show the same kindness to all at their first meeting. Not many wildcats ventured into their area so she didn't feel the need to be afraid. Rude or mean cats, however, was a completely different story. Fran was very sensitive. Her kindness was sometimes taken for weakness. And though it may have been true to some extent, it would hurt her the same nonetheless when her friendliness was not reciprocated. "I think you should treat all cats with kindness." She began, before turning to continue their walk. She had no clue where they were going, she just followed her instincts. Maybe they would walk the whole neighborhood. Or maybe they would walk to the border of the treeline. "Doing the right thing can take you a long way. Always treat others how you would wish to be treated. I bet you couldn't even imagine me being mean to some cat." The molly added her last sentence with a slight chuckle. It simply was not in her nature to be mean. Or rude. If she were to be put in a position of hostility, she was sure she would just surrender.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 9, 2023 11:33:17 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria
Location: Forest
With: Open!
Gardenia woke up slowly, raising her head from where it was nestled in her sister’s fur. She pulled her ears back slightly at the chill that hit her face. The mornings were getting colder and colder, and Gardenia knew their small bush wouldn’t be enough shelter before long. They’d have to try and find a new place to spend their nights. She got up and stretched, before nudging Wisteria awake. “Wis, wake up.”, she mewed.
Wisteria groaned as she woke, feeling the cold as soon as she did, having dreamt she was back in their Twoleg’s lap, warm in front of a fire. She huffed as she got up, shaking out her fur. “What?”, she muttered, stretching her legs out. They felt especially stiff from the cold.
“Time to hunt. Then we should probably try and find a new den.”, Gardenia said, glancing around. They’d been alright in this thick bush when it had been fall and the bush still had its leaves, but every morning there were less and less leaves protecting them from the cold and wind.
“Fine.”, Wisteria muttered, leading the way out of the bush. Gardenia rolled her eyes. Her sister was always a bit grumpy in the mornings. She just needed to hunt and get her blood flowing and she’d be back to her usual chipper self.
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 9, 2023 14:06:17 GMT -5
Night -- 50 moons -- Tom Cunning | Alluring | Phlegmatic Black and silver smoke tom with yellow eyes Loner | Loner Demisexual demiromantic Lillith -- 24 moons -- Molly Amiable | Clumsy | Ignorant Calico she-cat with green eyes Farm Cat | EtherClan Pansexual Panromantic Crystal -- 40 moons -- Molly Observant | Tactical | Guarded Solid blue-gray she-cat with green eyes Loner | SylvanClan bisexual biromantic Sunny -- 9 moons -- Tom Compassionate | Timid | Wholesome Pale ginger tabby Maine Coon tom with amber eyes Kittypet | Undetermined (I read up on the other page is it fine if he is Ember's brother? and maybe he was adopted/lives with one of the kittypets? also, i noticed there's no sn in the joining XD so i'll just add it here for quick copy/paste @ ailurophile) |
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2023 15:07:17 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 : gotcha added! feel free to start rping c:
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2023 15:13:06 GMT -5
Percy »
Percy’s whiskers twitched with amusement when he registered the surprise that flooded Smoke’s gaze. It was apparent that he didn’t get many cats interested in hearing what he had to say, which Percy found odd considering that Smoke could be the difference between life and death for some. He would have assumed that more cats than not would be interested in hearing what Smoke had to tell them. Then again, Percy thought grimly, most cats around these parts weren’t exactly friendly. They cared only for themselves. It was the harsh reality of the way things were done around these parts. There were times when Percy wondered what it would be like if things were different, if cats helped one another out rather than fight one another over land and prey. There was enough to go around to share, and surely if cats stuck together life would be easier. Groups did better than living single, or so that’s what Percy believed. Then again he was something of a walking contradiction due to the fact that he himself lived alone. He had to admit that it was nice not being tied down by any other cat, but he did get lonely. Sometimes when he was curled up in his nest all by himself he did wonder what his life would be like if he had a companion or two by his side. These were fleeting thoughts, gone just as quick as clouds in the sky usually were.
For some time he remained silent, lost in thought. The ginger and white tom was rather content with his life as it was, yet would his life be even better if he were to have a companion? Would his life improve if he were still alone but every other stray cat in the woodlands realized that being placid with one another worked better than being hostile? It was a lot to ponder on, something that would cling to him like cobweb. How different would his life be if some things changed?
A cold gust of wind snapped the loner out of his reverie, his nose twitching angrily at the sudden burst. Percy inhaled sharply, pausing in his steps momentarily. For as annoying as the wind was, it was a sudden reminder as to why he had come this way in the first place - with his sense of smell dull from the chill, he had decided to try his luck fishing. He just hoped that there were parts of the stream that had yet to freeze over.
Pushing aside these worries and the annoyance over the weather, Percy looked over his shoulder to shoot Smoke a quick glance full of interest. ”Start from the beginning. I’d like to hear it all!” He mused, words genuine and sincere.
Creamsicle »
The squirrel Creamsicle had eaten earlier was a long ago memory that her mind remembered but her stomach did not. Her thoughts continued to switch between wanting to wail out in hunger to wanting to ask Cotton yet again if they had made it to the stream. She was about to ask again but another chilled wind rolled by, seeping into her body relentlessly. The kit shivered, her body trembling with the sensation, making it harder to keep up with Cotton as the older molly trekked through the woods. ”Is it ever not cold?” Creamsicle’s voice came out pathetic as she struggled to keep herself warm in the winter air. There had never been a time where Creamsicle had felt the air truly warm; being born in the season of autumn, she had first witnessed the outside world as the leaves were changing colors and the breeze promised soft snowfall. There had been a lingering warmth to the air, but a chilling touch had always made itself known. Fortunately Creamsicle had had the warmth of her mother and siblings back then, along with an almost constant supply of food. Freezing to death and starving had never been a problem for the kit until now.
Her struggles lessened momentarily when Cotton announced that they had made it. Strength stirred in her little body just long enough for her to pounce forward, stumbling across the snow and into one of Cotton’s legs. There wasn’t much force behind the tumble, leaving Creamsicle on her paws and staring wide eyed down the slope of the hill. ”Where’s the water?” The kit asked right before she was pulled closer to Cotton, the older molly placing her between her front limbs right under her chin.
After a few moments warmth began to trickle back into the kit’s limbs. Her fur smoothed itself down ever so slightly, Cotton’s body heat spreading into Creamsicle’s own body. A faint purr rippled against her throat, a small source of energy returning to her. ”Are we gonna eat soon? Can you show me how to catch a squirrel? Momma didn’t get to teach me before…” Her words trailed off as the painful reminder of what had happened flashed through her thoughts. A knot formed in her throat, dry and restricting. The kit still hadn’t been able to process everything that had happened to her family, yet the images and the sounds were all still there. She shrank against Cotton, pulling herself underneath the ticked tabby until she was situated deeper underneath, tucked more against Cotton’s stomach than throat. While she felt protected here with the brown feline, comfortable in Cotton’s presence, it didn’t erase what had happened, and Creamsicle doubted she’d ever truly recover from the experience she had had.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 9, 2023 15:46:58 GMT -5
Yay! Awesome, I appreciate it Feathertalon c: I'll drop some starters, I'm down for any interactions with my cats. I'm excited to see where this will go/develop! |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 9, 2023 16:46:48 GMT -5
(awesome! I will add more starters as needed for whoever wants to roleplay) --- Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal studied the vast moorland intently. Standing on a jagged rot that jutted from the ground. The cold wind ruffled her gray fur and the long heather that surrounded her. She squinted trying to protect her eyes from the icy blast. Though it was to no avail. Crystal was no moorcat, but she'd decided that morning to check the other side of the stream for prey. So she set out at dawn, gracefully crossing the stepping stones, and making her way through the tall grass with caution. But there had been no luck. All the rabbits seemed to be warmly tucked away in their burrows. Now she stood on this rock in hopes that being on higher ground would help her make out any movement. In the far distance, she could see where the moor began to give way to the passing stream, and the tall leafless trees on the other side. And to her left, she knew the moor gave way to the swampy marsh area. Her next location if her fate on the moor didn't change soon. Turning her gave, her green eyes paused when she saw movement in the distance. Finally. She thought, dropping into a crouch, blending in with the rock she perched atop of. But this was no prey. She could tell by its tall figure and its pointed ears. A fox? No. Foxes were orange. This creature was strange, something she had never seen before in her many years of living. Crystal's jaws gaped open to taste the air picking up the faint scent of a cat. Her gray ears flicked curiously, no way this animal could be a cat. With a low growl, she slunk down from her hiding place. There was no point in debating. She would just go and see for herself. If this was really a cat she would drop the matter and return to her hunt. And if it was a predator... She prayed that she would be able to get away in time. Cautiously, she snuck her way closer to the creature, pausing every few steps to sniff the air and rear on her hindlegs to look over the tall grass. She was definitely getting closer. And the scent of the strange cat was growing stronger and stronger. Maybe this is a cat.
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Night
with Wisteria and Gardenia runningsky123
Leaf-bare was here, but it didn't have much effect on Night. His coat was suited to prepare him for such conditions. The only challenge it would bring was the scarcity in food. And it was the only season that could draw him to hunt outside of his own territory. Staying in one place only seemed to result in an empty stomach. And a cat as great as he needed all the meals that he could get. But Night was a proud cat. No amount of hunger would ever result in him eating crow-food or receiving help from twolegs. It was unnatural for cats to run to twoleg place when things got hard. That was taking the easy way out. The only goof that came from twoleg place were the naive kittypets that were easily swayed by his silver tongue. A light purr rumbled in his throat at the thought. Pausing at the scent of cat, and faint rustling from nearby. Tufted ears angling towards the sound and sniffing the air. Multiple cats, and a little fainter the all too familiar twoleg stink. Kittypets in the forest. He thought before changing direction towards the smell. Perhaps he could get them to hunt for him. As he neared he could smell that they were molly's. Even better. "Hello." He meowed out once he could make out two pale colored bodies.
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Post by whispering on Aug 9, 2023 17:13:31 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Sure! I don’t mind Ember and Sonny being brothers. And he could have been adopted by Fran’s family unless someone else offers that role for their cat Getting replies up now!
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Post by whispering on Aug 9, 2023 17:47:14 GMT -5
Everything. The tom perked up at his response. Excitement pulsing throughout his body. Cats usually just wanted to get their visit with Smoke over with, he rarely got the chance to indulge them on how he learned his craft. Only the basic requirements he would give for upkeep, which he doubted cats even followed once they left him. But it was something he was used to. Sometimes cats were already weary enough to trust him let alone try and become friends with him. The only cats around the area that he considered himself friendly with were Comet and Star, and the occasional kittypet he would encounter whenever he went to the twoleg place for catnip. At this point, Smoke was sure Percy was a cat sent to him by the heavens.
"Well, I have to give all the credit to my dear mother, Cinder, for teaching me everything I know. She was the greatest healer the forest had ever known!" He began, feeling a bit of pride at the thought of his late mother. A warmth in his chest as he could remember her focused blue eyes whenever it came to healing. "Before me that is." He added jokingly with a small chuckle. "Most loners and rogues are taught the basic necessities of healing; using cobwebs to stop blood, or simple herbs like horsetail and marigold to cure wounds and cuts. But it goes so much farther than all that! There are more plants to discover and study, than any prey you'll hunt anywhere."
Smoke was passionate about healing. Even as a kit he had taken an interest in his mother's hobby. His siblings were more into hunting and battle techniques whereas Smoke just wanted to heal cats. It seemed like a superpower at the time of his youths. All the cats that would travel to their den just to see his mother. The way she would show so much compassion to all of her cats, even if it were not to be reciprocated back she was always kind and empathetic. He wanted to be just like that for their community someday. And he put in great effort to get to such a status. He wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.
"But it isn't for every cat. You must be able to show empathy and be patient. Even with the most stubborn cats. You cannot heal and also be cold. I for sure wouldn't want to be treated by some cat with a nasty attitude. You have to be able to adapt to all behaviors and know how to handle the toughest of situations. Even if it tests your nerves." |
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Post by Myst on Aug 9, 2023 19:12:52 GMT -5
Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering A warm chuckle left the tom as Fran corrected him, nose warming a bit at her words. He trusted they rang true – she’d always seemed happy to have them around. She’d taken great care of them any time they stepped into her domain, spoiled them even. She gave them everything she could, and he was grateful for all of it. “And we love you dearly. Can’t say I’d be the same cat without you.” Surely he wouldn’t be, he’d picked up a lot of his manners from her, after all. He couldn’t imagine being without her in his life at all, really.
The heat in Milo’s nose spread to the rest of his face as she licked between his ears, warm smile spreading across his features. He always appreciated her compliments – even after a couple years, they warmed him all the same. “I learned from the best,” he mused. As she continued on about how one should treat other cats they meet, he gave a short hum of agreement. The queen had taught him as much through his time here, and he ensured to keep to her lessons best as he could. Like her, though, he didn’t have much in the way of being mean. “You? Being mean? I’m sure dogs would learn manners before that ever happened.” The mere thought drew a soft laugh from him. No, the pair of them didn’t have a rude bone in their bodies.
Their path was familiar to him, though he was well acquainted with the area by now. The two had certainly made their way around over the past couple years, getting lost a thing of his past. Today it seemed they had fallen on their usual path towards the treeline. This one had always bene his favorite. Milo had always wondered what waited within the in the forest, if there were any undiscovered wonders hiding within its depths. He wanted to go, even if it was just for a moment, but going somewhere alone was nearly unheard of for him. Not that he couldn’t act independently, but he much favored having company when he could. Even still, he had his occasional bought of curiosity. “I know you would never do it now lest you get taken to the groomer, but when your housefolk first brought you home, did you ever think about going into the trees?” The molly had made her stance clear, and Milo wasn’t the type to push boundaries when they were set, but he wanted to know if it was something she’d entertained. Perhaps every cat had this bought of curiosity at least once.
Kuta -- The Moors | with Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Every breeze sent a chill straight through his bones, the grasses and heather offering little to protect him as the bare trees had. At least the trunks had broken up the winds into something more tolerable. Still, his curiosity drove him further into the moorland. It land was familiar and foreign at the same time, and the air around him offered him little in the way of telling him anything about his odd dreams. Sure, the stale scent of rabbits and long-gone birds was promising should he ever desire to hunt, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Kuta had yet to catch any evidence of other cats living in the area. The stary figures had said they were his ancestors, and he understood what that meant, but he had hoped he’d get some sort of lead on what it was all supposed to mean. He was so focused on his fruitless search that he hadn’t noticed the fact that he was being watched at a distance.
He'd always been a large animal, long legs leaving him standing over the average cat. His mother had been taller still from what he remembered, but only by a little. Even in the tall grass one could see him if they looked hard enough or he lifted his head. By the time he caught the scent of another feline, he’d nearly given up on his little search. Lifting his head just a little, he drew in a deeper breath to confirm his suspicions. ‘Finally! Maybe they know something.’ The thought was exciting and had him turning around immediately to follow the scent.
It was hard considering he was moving downwind, but there was enough of a scent to follow when the wind would stop. Occasionally he could hear the grass moving, though the sound didn’t aid him much if he were to be honest. After he a few moments he stopped, lifting his head to scent the air. Instead, he caught a glimpse of what seemed like the vanishing ears of a cat. The concept of potential predators forgotten, he made quick work of covering whatever ground remained between them with an excited grin on his face. Before long, hazel eyes settled on a blue-grey molly and before he could even consider the fact that she could be hostile, he was greeting her as he slowed to a stop. “Hey! I’m Kuta.”
(I went and measured my own cat for reference lmao to see how tall he’d be to the average at-shoulder measurement of an f1 savannah cat lol)
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Post by Myst on Aug 9, 2023 19:14:49 GMT -5
I am going out so I won't be able to do more until wayyyyyy late tonight but I've still got Binx and Honey open if any one is interested c:
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 9, 2023 20:17:21 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria: Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 ) Gardenia turned quickly at a meow, her hackles rising immediately, stepping in front of Wisteria. "Who are you?", she asked, glaring at him. They'd had a few bad interactions with other cats in the forest, a few even leading to the two she-cats being injured. Gardenia was definitely wary of strangers because of it. Wisteria stayed behind her sister, but watched the tom, her tail puffed up in alarm, prepared to attack if need be. |
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