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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 14:41:01 GMT -5
"Well, during leafbare only maybe one or two cats. But I suppose it just depends. I've once had every quarter filled up due to a bad case of greencough." Smoke mewed grimly, remembering that particularly bad leafbare. Two of those cats had died. It had taken some of them days to make it to Smoke's den. Time was crucial when it came to illnesses like whitecough. Because it was only a matter of time until it would become greencough without proper treatment. And even rarely blackcough. "But during newleaf and greenleaf it's more full days. Cats seem to be more reckless when it's warmer. Thorns stuck in their paws, fleas and ticks, taking on a mother fox from carelessly crossing into her territory.." The possibilities were truly endless. He'd once had a patient who sprained their paw trying to steal a bird's eggs. Taking a brutal fall from the high perch. Warm weather made cats more adventurous, leafbare made them careful. Energy had to be reserved because prey was scarce and the weather was cruel. Cats tried their best to stay to themselves to avoid hunger crazed predators or even other cats. But sickness, happened to be the number one threat. "But lately I've been spending my days preparing treatments for greencough. Cleaning has been the last thing on my mind."
The gray tom grew hot from his nose to his tail tip from Percy's response to his attempt at a joke, or rather flirting. He wanted to crouch down and bury himself under his paws from his embarrassment. But instead he averted his gaze from the ginger tom and his laughter. His ears flattened to his head. "I- uh, sorry! I hope I didn't offend you," He mewed quickly, tail flicking anxiously behind him. It was a silly thing to say. Percy could have had interests in other cats for all he knew. Smoke had just been in the moment and it had been the first thing that came to mind. Fate, as they had called it earlier. Fate had led Percy and Smoke to each other, so fate had prepared Percy to get a nest ready for him. A stupid joke. He scolded himself.
Smoke had had a crush only once. When he was young. A strange tom entered his mother's den for treatments for a whole moon after a bad fight. He had been witty and charming. He'd worn blue eyes that held many stories of all the adventures he'd been on. Stories wanted to know for himself. He'd performed the treatment with much care trying to impress the tom. But his efforts had been in vain. The tom leaving as soon as his mother cleared him. And from that point on, Smoke had vowed not to get his feelings involved with his healing. Let alone outside of his healing. He was an outgoing cat and very passionate, but what did he know about romance? Other than childhood heartbreak. It was best to put his passions in other things. Like herbs.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to his companion. His smile slightly dampened due to his embarrassment, but just as genuine as it had always been. Feeling calmed by the gentleness in Percy's expression. "It's a rare occasion for me as well. I have a few friends I see every now and then, but it's never been anything like this." Frazzle came whenever he needed help or had herbs to bring to Smoke. He admired the young tom but they didn't have much in common other than their bubbly personalities. And Cosmo, he and his brother were often wandering. It was rarely Smoke would run into the two.
His connection with Percy had been different. They'd clicked the first time. Maybe now, for the first time since Cinder walked the earth, he would get a real companion. "I haven't been very close with many cats since my mother died. So this is very special to me." He mewed quietly, looking down at his paws. |
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Post by soot on Aug 24, 2023 14:41:37 GMT -5
Lada hesitated before following suite with the tom-cat, sitting down in front of the trout. ear flicking politely in kind to the tom's words. After days, well, weeks of being by herself, the company was appreciated , and savored for a few moments. Lada's tail furled around herself snugly as the breeze blew by, shivering slightly as it passed.
"I- it is, nice to talk with someone, that is. Thank you." Lada chirps in a still anxious manner as she leans down, nosing her muzzle at the trout. She ignored the instinct to just chomp down on it and took a decent sized bite out of it. Savoring the flavor and texture of the meal with an appreciative purr.
With her own monch of the food, she gestures to the tom. Letting him have the next bite of it as she savors her own happily.
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 14:41:58 GMT -5
Myst don't worry we sent them home safely x3 Feathertalon that looks so good o: percy's such a cutie!
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Post by soot on Aug 24, 2023 14:51:48 GMT -5
Whispering- If you really don't mind typing up something new .w. I always have to re-read someone's post like, a million times xD
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 24, 2023 15:02:11 GMT -5
Feathertalon omg that is amazing!!!! He looks so good!!
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 15:19:32 GMT -5
soot typing up something now :3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 24, 2023 15:21:17 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
Night flinched at Gardenia's sudden defensiveness. Tufted ears flattened to his head and his yellow eyes narrowed as he prepared a retort. "I could have easily left you two to starve and freeze." He growled, padding closer just so he stood directly in front of the she-cat. Black fur bristling with fury making him appear even larger than he was. "Self-righteous," He snorted, "I simply just know how to survive. You two have been whining since I've run into you. 'Our bush is too drafty. I'm hungry. What do you use to stay warm during the night?'," He mimicked their voices, tail lashing in his annoyance. "Sorry if I recommend you return back to your twolegs. The forest is no place for whiny she-cats." Night had gone out of his way to help these cats! He'd risked his food and his safety for them. And yet Gardenia was still complaining, still wanting. Leafbare was hard enough as it was. Real wild cats could understand that. He'd told them to save their sparrow and here she was looking for more. Seeking Night to have all the answers. Well, I'm all out of answers. Everything in him told him to kick her out. Turn them to the cold jaws of leafbare. Since he was just so overbearing. Ungrateful kittypets. That's all they would ever be. Gardenia had already proven that much to him.
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The she-cat lay where she was. Embarrassed by how terribly she had failed. What had even happened? You tripped on your paws. She reminded herself, cringing at the memory. And even worse. She'd done it in front of Leo. Surely he would be upset. She should have been more careful. She should have known better. Lillith lay where she was, her cocoon of cold safety as she awaited for his disapproval. The chill of the snow numbing the pain that radiated throughout her paw from her fall. She braced herself for the ginger tom's critique at the sound of her name and as his crunching footsteps neared. 'Are you okay?' She opened her green eyes in surprise, looking up to see worry clouding in Leo's amber. He isn't upset with me? Confused, the tortoiseshell molly let Leo help her to her paws. Shaking out her wet fur. Wincing as she tried to put more weight on her forepaw. Her pink nose growing hot with embarrassment at his joke. "Sorry," She laughed nervously, ducking away to smooth her chest fur. "I guess I was moving too fast. I tripped on my own paws." His concern felt foreign. She thought Leo only cared about himself. She'd only seen him showing this level of care to her duties on the farm. Or to prevent Wonder and Peanut from hurting themselves. But they were the youngest, of course they would be worried over. The way he worried for her seemed...different. More gentle. Or at least that's how it seemed. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Lillith stammered, realizing once more that she had hurtled into him.
----- (Hey guys <3 I should be back more active after this weekend. I have been doing a lot of ripping and running. Plus the start of my classes  But I should be on today and tomorrow, seriously this time :'3)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 24, 2023 15:32:29 GMT -5
Thanks guys!! That’s the first sketch I’ve done in a while so I’m glad y’all think it looks good ;v;
Anyway, I’ll work on replies later, I’m going to wither away if I don’t make food
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Post by Myst on Aug 24, 2023 15:37:00 GMT -5
 Bo -- The Farm | With Spark - runningsky123 He could keep up with all of the livestock and the farmer, and that was sufficient for him. So when Spark teased him back, he couldn’t help but laugh despite his panting. “I don’t see that happening any time soon.” No, he had fair too much fun running with him to give it up. It was a good energy release considering threats were typically few and far between, so it could usually get away with lounging with the occasional warning to whatever startled the animals.
While they were at the fence, Bo took the time to survey the land past the fence. Overall, the snow seemed undisturbed which was a good sign overall. The air was crisp and cold but held no trace of other animals, but that could always change. For now, though, he was satisfied with finding nothing in the immediate area. Part of him was concerned about the desperation of surrounding predators – the cold could drive them into unfamiliar territory for the sake of food. Not that he blamed them for it, rather he just preferred that they go elsewhere. “Let’s get a move on – bet we can finish this before the farmer makes it outside,” Bo said. Hopefully they wouldn’t come across anything out of the ordinary and the day would go on without a hitch.
 Binx -- The Mountains | With Alice - Feathertalon It hadn’t yet dawned on her how far out of her element she was. She was slipping, asking questions that gave away more than what she would typically desire. While her ultimate goal was not to be a mysterious entity in the pine woods, she wanted to protect herself the only way she knew how, and that was with privacy. She just couldn’t help it – between her curiosity and embarrassment of an unknown source, the black molly just couldn’t keep her emotions under wraps. No matter, she probably wouldn’t see her again anyway. After all, she had no reason to visit the barn again any time soon, and she doubted the other would make her way around the abandoned twoleg nest.
As much as the bit about the dogs had put her off, she was ultimately stuck on the twolegs. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that they would go out of their way to heal the cats, especially since it seemed they were rather independent based on what Alice had told her. How did that work? What were the full details of the dynamic? Was it to further imply her previous experience had been a unique one?
Up until this point, it hadn’t dawned on her that her only experience with humans could easily be a one-off situation. She hadn’t met any other cats that had interacted with them, and as she’d grown up she assumed it was for a reason. Now, though, she was presented with the idea that humans had the capacity to care for other animals on the whole all while leaving them to their own devices. It made her wonder if there were cats that simply lived with twolegs full-time. In her near two years, she admittedly hadn’t met many cats, and the ones she had never really brought up the idea of living with people, and she didn’t talk about it if it didn’t come up. Was there more to humans that she’d thought?
Binx tossed the other’s words around in her mind, but to no avail. Perhaps she wouldn’t understand until she saw it for herself, which would only happen if she ventured to the barn… did she want to? It sounded interesting, and she was curious about it. She watched as the tortoiseshell made her way to the edge of the stone leaving her with an open invitation before taking her leave. Now left alone with her thoughts, the molly stayed where she was for a couple moments. If she were to follow, she’d certainly be safe from the storm but risked encountering the twolegs. If she tried to go home, there was a chance that she wouldn’t make it home and freeze. One of those was clearly worse than the other.
Right ten. Picking up what was left of the hawk, Binx followed the other feline over the edge of the outcrop, landing with a soft thud and trotting after the barn cat. She was determined not to get lost, and thankfully she was still in her line of sight by the time she’d made her decision. Quietly she fell into step a couple paces behind Alice, grateful that she wouldn't have to wonder about the fate of her health tonight.
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Post by Myst on Aug 24, 2023 15:38:33 GMT -5
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 The storm had been long and the snow heavy, which she’d expected. Still, the sheer amount of snow that pilled up outside of the den they had taken residence in amazed her. It always had. She herself had gotten through one full weasel, half when they’d reached shelter, and the second half some time in the night when she’d risen from her slumber to watch the snow. Now the sun had since risen and the sky cleared of yesterday’s storm clouds. It’d been interesting to share a den, something she hadn’t done since leaving her mother. Overall, though, it was nice – warm and comforting in spite of the weather.
Honey rose slowly from her nest, stretching lazily as her jaw parted wide with a yawn. She’d slept rather well considering the circumstances. Hunger had yet to prod her into being productive, so after stretching she sat down, eyes settling on the night’s companion. “You up, Shadow?” she asked quietly. It’d been a long day, admittedly, so she wouldn’t blame him if he wasn’t.
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Post by Myst on Aug 24, 2023 15:39:29 GMT -5
whispering okay cool cx I got worried that I just fully missed a reply for them
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 16:05:34 GMT -5
Quinn
The woods // with Spackle soot
Where did you come from? Her housecat friends asked her when she made her first debut in the neighborhood. A young huntress in a new foreign place.A place where she wouldn’t have to want for anything ever. Her housefolk were there now to tend to her every need. What’s it like out in the wild? Freeing. She wanted to say. The wind in your fur, all the unexplored land just waiting to be walked on. Free to be the hunter that every cat was meant to be. That ran through their blood. Housecats didn’t have that same freedom. Not all the time. And some of them were happy with their indoor life. Some of them wore collars to solidify their life of being locked away indoors. Of being owned by their housefolk. But not Quinn.
When she was younger, and her friend’s asked her those questions. She’d kept quiet. Shying away from their questions. Only giving vain answers and letting it be known she didn’t want to talk about it. She’d hated her life as a wildcat then. It was unforgiving. Full of pain. But now she longed for her freedom.
The walls of her home often felt too small. The tabby she-cat feeling trapped within them. Claustrophobic. She would feel so trapped, she would have to leave. Not even Wila and Fran could convince her to stay during these episodes. The houses and fences of twoleg place making her feel so small. Quinn would leave. Sometimes for days. Sometimes going anywhere and no where. But she always returned.
Quinn wasn’t sure where this sudden longing for the forest had come from, but she didn’t deny it. She welcomed it. A selfish thing to do since some might have said since she already had such a perfect life. But what do they know.
The slender-framed molly slipped silently through the woods. Or at least as silently as she could through the crunching snow. She could make out the fences of homes in distance north of her. Debating if she was ready to return or not. She had spent the night in a snug hollow high up in a birch tree. Watching as the snow fell until she eventually fell asleep. Now she was hungry, debating if she’d rather a human made raw meal or to catch her own. It would be easier to go home, purr and meow to please her housefolk. But she didn't want to. I’m not ready. There was a reason the forest had called to her.
Was it the moors and not the forest? No. She thought with a growl. There was no such thing as far as she was concerned. Making up her mind, she paused and opened her mouth, drawing in the scents around her. Hunting would be little to nothing in this weather. The graying clouds telling of yet another snowfall yet to come. If she wanted to find something she needed to hurry.
✧✧✧ Leo
Farm // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
Leo sighed, reassured to see her getting to her paws. Seemingly fine. Or so he thought. Flinching himself at the sight of her wincing on her paw. She'd hurt herself due to his own games. But was it really his fault? He hadn't expected Lillith to trip on her own paws as she had stated. But if he hadn't started the game to begin with... It was the last thing he'd wanted to happen to her. The tom offered her a small, firm, smile, "No need. I should'na thrown the snow at you."
Her next question threw him off. Pride rippling through him at her concern. "Who, me? I'm fine," He meowed, lifting up his head confidently, ignoring the aching feeling he still felt in his backside from her impact. "It's you who we should be worrying about." The ginger cat went on, flicking with his tail towards her gingerly held paw. "Is it bad? Should we go to the farmers?" Typically the farmers would leave them be. As long as they got rid of the pests that entered the farm. But if any cat was sick or injured they would step in. Taking them to visit the vet and keeping them inside of the house for a few days depending on how severe it was. If Lillith needed their help Leo would have no problem assisting her to grab their attention. Surely one of them would have been awake by now. It pained him to see her in pain, the least he could do now was help her. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 24, 2023 16:36:17 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
Lillith couldn't help but laugh at his response. Of course, Leo was fine. He was always fine. She'd never seen him not be fine. Even if he weren't she was sure he wouldn't have admitted it to her. He would conceal his pain and put the others' before him always. It was one thing she admired about him. She wished she could be more like the ginger tabby. Selfless and bold. Lillith was only clumsy and sometimes insecure. Her best quality she felt were her friendliness and openness toward others. His mention of her paw snapped her from her thoughts, blinking her green eyes. Had he seen her wince? The calico cat testily pressed on her paw once more. Flinching hard at the pain. "Er, it hurts pretty bad. But nothing I shouldn't be able to sleep off." She mewed in reply. Though everything told her she should take his offer. No. I can be noble. She'd just fallen on her paw wrong. It would be fine. She pushed past Leo, purposely brushing her tail past him. "Come on. I thought you were checking the farm." She teased, glancing back over her shoulder at him. This wasn't like Lillith. But today she would take on a new challenge. She would be more brave and sure of herself today. That's what Leo liked right? She'd already embarrassed herself enough with their previous fall. She would try her best to impress him from now on.
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Post by soot on Aug 24, 2023 18:25:02 GMT -5
Spackle
With: Quinn, whispering.
Spackle was a friendly cat. Most around the twoleg area's knew him, even the twolegs themselves. Many of them asked the oh so familiar question of, put simply, 'Why?'
Spackle is a- one might say, smooth talker. Easily guiding a conversation where he wants it, and where he doesn't. But sometimes he's too tired. Too.. done. Given up, for the day.
Sometimes he asks himself, why?
The only answer he can come up with is, why not?
It sounds cliche, but he doesn't really _have_ an answer. He's been every type of cat, a kittypet, a loner, a barncat, even a rouge. None of it's fulfilling. Of course, managing to have survived by himself, as he does now, is pleasant. He'd.. rather not be dead. Even if he's yet to find any meaning through this life yet, he doesn't really want to die.
If he ever slips up when somecat asks why. The truest answer, besides a simple why not? With a toothy grin and quirked ear.
Is perhaps, to find something. To find meaning. If that meaning is a something or someone.. he doesn't know yet. The only meaningful thing he knows is giving and raising. He's helped many, if subtly. He's not one to boast, he simply sees with his eyes and doesn't use an offhanded word for what he sees.
He gives something, he's giving. He helps someone, he's helped.
Spackle's biggest achievement was those two young cats. Abandoned he assumed, or lost. Whatever it was, the only thing he cares about is the now. Zee and Lada. He never thought he'd be someone to name another cat, but he figured he'd give them better names than his own. Spackle didn't have a name, for until he was past adulthood. A young, but adult tom.
He had been given it by a barncat, of course. It's not often you see the name Spackle. A paste used by the twolegs to.. do- something. Repairs? Apparently the barncat said his gray spots reminded him of the paste.
Delightful.
Zee was a hardy, but confident tom. And Lada, a smart, and nimble molly. He'd not say he raised them, but he certainly did help since they were practically kits.
Letting out a quiet breathe, the white and gray tom steps expertly over the snow of the forest. Today, he's playing loner. With his mind set on his destination, he keeps himself quiet on the crackling snow. It certainly helps he can practically pass for the blinding whiteness if he needs to. With his tail sweeping behind him idly, he decides to to find somewhere to observe today. Maybe look over the barn, or maybe the twoleg place. Either way, he has a feeling something interesting will happen today. If he can see through the soon to fall snow, that is.
Maybe the name Blizzard would have been more fitting, the long furred tom thinks as he leaps over a patch of briar.
No. Too.. dramatic, something as random as Spackle fits better.
His nearly white skinned paw pads easily ignore the cold and snow that sticks to them as he looks around with sharp eyes.
The second he spots a random cat, in the forest. Nearing a snow fall. With not.. very quiet paws steps.
He decides.. well.
Why not?
"Hello?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 24, 2023 18:56:03 GMT -5
Percy »
If somebody asked Percy what season he thought Smoke would be the busiest, he would have said leaf-bare. Prey was scarce, leaving cats going hungry, and when a cat was hungry they didn’t have the strength left in their body to fight off any illness or infection that might gather in a wound. Though as Smoke went on to explain the reasons behind it, Percy started to understand why his thinking had been wrong. To survive leaf-bare a cat had to be cautious of every move they made. Mess up just once and it could be game over whereas in the hotter seasons prey was plentiful and survival was not that hard. When cats weren’t struggling to survive they were more inclined to waste their energy on other things that didn’t involve hunting. Cats ended up doing stupid things that resulted in them getting hurt. Percy would admit that he had done some pretty stupid things before during greenleaf, only he had been lucky and had yet to get injured too terribly.
”That makes a lot of sense actually,” the tabby tom mewed, intrigued by all of this. ”I always just assumed that leaf-bare would be the busiest time for you.” Percy subconsciously flinched back when greencough was brought up. That was a nasty illness, something that could become deadly within hours if left untreated. Percy had heard all sorts of horror stories about greencough, and even he had once had whitecough. The loner had still been a kit back then with his mother and littermates. His mother had been diligent in keeping an eye on him and making sure he had plenty to eat and plenty of rest. He even vaguely remembered her feeding him something green, something that had most certainly been a plant of some sort. ”What cures greencough?” He asked, head tilting to the side in wonder. Had his mother told him what she had been feeding him? She probably had, but Percy could not think of what she had called it.
Percy’s expressions changed from curious to amused as the conversation jumped back to the comment that could have been taken as Smoke’s attempt at flirting. The loner’s whiskers twitched, eyes gleaming happily. ”No offense here,” he promised with a chuff. ”I mean, just look at me, aren’t I what dreams are made of?” Percy puffed his chest out and gave Smoke his signature lopsided grin, a flash of fang peeking out. He held this stance for a moment longer before trembling with laughter once more, shaking his head and falling ungracefully onto his hindquarters. ”Oh, who am I kidding? I’m just your average tabby.”
Once he had collected himself and focused back in on his companion, he looked at Smoke, green eyes warm. How odd it had been that messing up this tom’s hunt had pushed them together. This was the first time they had met and already they were sharing a den with one another. Fate worked in mysterious ways, and honestly, Percy wasn’t going to question it. Not this time.
It was clear that Smoke’s mother had played a large role in his life. Percy pushed himself back up to his paws and settled himself closer to Smoke, gently nudging the gray tom with his pink nose. As he pulled away he asked, ”Your mother meant a lot to you, didn’t she?” Earlier today Smoke had told him that his mother had been the one to teach him all about herbs and remedies. It sounded like his mother had been both a parent and a teacher to Smoke, and a bond like that was sure to be a strong one. Percy had loved his mother, and still did even after she had passed, but he was sure Smoke had had a much different, and much stronger, bond with his mother than Percy had ever had with his own.
Alice »
The inside of the mountain had offered a lot of shelter from the cold that was passing through. As soon as her paws had hit the ground, Alice fluffed out her fur against the wind that was growing harsher and colder with each passing second. Snow was beginning to fall from the heavy, dark clouds above, and for a moment Alice was worried that she wouldn’t make it back to the barn by tonight, but she shook the doubts away. While the clouds were full of snow and already letting some of it fall to the ground, it would take hours for the weather to be too rough for travel. While the mountains were a good distance away from the farm, it wouldn’t take hours to get back home.
As the tortoiseshell brushed past a thick clump of meadow sorrel that had yet to wither in the harsh winter weather, the sound of pawsteps crunching behind her caught her attention. She paused to glance behind her shoulder, and there, not too far behind her, was the black pelted figure of Binx with the remains of the hawk clasped firmly in her jaws. The barn cat chuffed to herself. Even to a cat that acted wary when twolegs were mentioned it was too tempting to pass up a chance for someplace warm to stay when the weather was getting as bad as it was.
While she didn’t greet the other molly with a flick of her tail or a nod of acknowledgement, she did give a heads up to Binx. ”There’s a copse not too far ahead from here. Once we past that the barn is just a straight shot through the moor.” Even in the snowfall Alice could make out the dark patch of land just ahead that marked the few trees that dappled the moorland. From there it wouldn’t take the two long at all to reach the start of the farm’s territory; they’d make it just in time before the worst of the storm hit.
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 20:34:37 GMT -5
Leo
The Farm // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
Leo watched in confusion as she belittled her obviously wounded foot. It would have been best for her to go on to the farmer’s home and get help. But if she thought it would be fine then he wouldn’t force her. It wasn’t his place to. The tom was even more taken aback as she brushed past him. Her tail traveling slowly across his chest. Her warm scent filling his nose. His amber eyes wide as moons as he watched her walk away. Mischief in her green eyes.
He had never seen Lillith like this before. Her daintiness was what attracted him to her in the first place. This was not the sweet and kind tortoiseshell and white molly he had known. This was a new cat. A cat he didn’t even know existed. Leo wasn’t sure how to feel about this newcomer. But he was oddly compelled to follow after her. Dazed with this new enchantress. It wasn’t until he caught up with her did he shake his head. Clearing his throat. No this was not Lillith. He was sure. They had grown up together and she had never taken the lead like this. Never turned down getting professional help from the farmers. Was she acting this way to make him think she was strong? Did her earlier attempt to pounce on him cause her to change her demeanor? She’s perfect the way she is. He thought with a snort, taking the lead once more.
If Lillith was going to play this new strange game, he was not going to play along. She didn’t need to prove herself to him. “You know, you don’t have to be that way. I’m not mad at you. About what happened before.” He meowed, keeping his eyes ahead of them, making out the dogs running further away in the distance. Who knows what they were doing. “Mistakes happen. I know you’re not the most graceful on your paws.” He added with a chuckle."I like you for who you are. Even your clumsiness."
✧✧✧ Quinn
The woods // with Spackle soot
There was no prey to be found. Only thing the air bringing to Quinn’s nose was icy claws and the distant scent of twoleg place. No prey would be out here. A storm was coming. She was too late. Perhaps there would be more luck tomorrow. Perhaps she’d just turn around and crawl back into her hole in the birch tree that she had claimed as her own.
Go back to your twolegs. A voice told her. A voice that sounded all too familiar. Too much like the cat she’d blocked out of her memories. The cat who had raised her up and taught her everything she'd known about survival… A cat that does not exist.
'Hello?'
A cat. A real cat this time. Quinn’s ears pricked and she whipped her head around. Aqua colored eyes wide as she scanned the clearing. Paw frozen in the air midstep. Her solitude suddenly interrupted. Taken away from her by this new, unwanted intruder.
There. A gray and white figure stood lengths ahead of her. Peering right back at her. Their winter coat thick. Protecting them from the icy chill. Making her remember that it was cold out. She was cold. Her paws were freezing. What did this cat want? Sniffing the air she could smell it was a tom. And not a housecat. What were wildcats doing out here? Didn’t they all take refuge during this bad weather? Praying for better, warmer days. Just keep walking. Her inner self told her. Quinn didn’t want to interact with this stranger. Interactions were too crowded right now. He wasn’t supposed to be here. She wanted to go back to her solitude. Back to being the lone huntress in search of prey in this gripping winter chill.
The she-cat turned, holding her head high, “Hello.” She called back, her voice cool, bold. Taking no effort to hide her hostility. This tom would not intimidate her. He may have smelled the twoleg scent on her. A kittypet. He probably was thinking. That’s what wildcats called cats that lived with humans. But she was not a kittypet. Quinn was not limited to her housefolk. She’d been raised in this wild, and she had no issue proving that to him with tooth and claw if it came down to it. She knew cats like him. Their hearts grew as cold as the winter’s during these brutal times. If he thought because she was a kittypet she could be easily scared away, he thought wrong.
“What do you want?”
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Post by whispering on Aug 24, 2023 20:38:46 GMT -5
Smoke perked up once more at the mention of healing. Greencough. An intricate disease. You had to watch it carefully. Make sure the cats were eating, resting, warm enough. It could take lives quickly. A silent killer. But if you stayed on top of it you could successfully fight it off.
“Catmint works the best. But it’s rare to find in the forest. I usually have to go through twoleg gardens to find it. It dries out quickly so I can only collect it when I have an active patient. But er-” The gray tom paused deep in thought, “Tansy for sore throats, borage for fever, chickweed and fennel are great substitutes if you can’t get your paws on catmint. It could be different depending on the healer. Every cat doesn’t like the same combination.” Percy probably didn’t know what Smoke was talking about as he rambled the herbs he liked to use. The tabby purred at the thought. Of course he didn’t know. But he asked and Smoke had happily obliged. There was always time for knowledge. Especially about healing.
He would have responded to Percy’s take on his previous flirting attempt but he froze. His breath caught in his throat. Green eyes staring blankly into Percy’s own. 'Aren’t I what dreams are made of?' It’d surely seemed that way. Percy was a very personable cat. Handsome. Handsome! No, he just meant that he was not a bad looking cat. And he had a very open personality to match it. His green eyes seemingly always full of wonder versus stories and adventures. And that signature smile… “You’re not average.” He mewed quietly. “At least, I don’t think so! I’m sure other cats would agree.” Foolish words. Why hadn’t his mother taught him romance? Perhaps it wasn’t important to her. Or maybe it was but she kept it private. Smoke had never asked about his mother’s lovelife after his father. Did she have one? Was that where she would sneak off to when she needed a break?
His mother. A kind soul. Her healing always efficient. And equipped with a tongue almost as quick as her claws, even in her old age. Something Smoke didn’t seem to pick up from her. But they shared everything in common. After his siblings had grown up and went their separate ways, Smoke had faithfully stayed by her side. He was aroused from his thoughts at Percy’s gentle touch. Suddenly warmer as the ginger tom sat closer to him. He nodded warmly, “Yes she did. I’ve spent most of my life with her.” And when she’d gone it had been such a foreign feeling. He was lonely that year. Death is inevitable, Smoke. She had told him very early own in his training. And everyone will die someday. Even me. And then you will take over. Maybe one day you’ll find someone to pass your knowledge to. An impressionable young cat who shares your same desire for healing. I always admired that about you.
The old she-cat’s words made him feel even warmer. A purr erupting from deep within his chest. Subconsciously leaning into Percy’s comforting shoulder. “She would have liked you.” He went on, his green eyes soft as he thought fondly of the gray she-cat. “Probably would have said you asked a lot of questions.” He went on with a chuckle. “But she always meant well. Healing was her passion as it is mine.”
“Did you have a companion once?”
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 24, 2023 22:30:57 GMT -5
Sorry y’all, had my first D&D session as a DM today so I was wiped when I got home. I should be on tomorrow since it’s Friday, but that’s mental and physical energy willing after work 😅
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Post by Light on Aug 24, 2023 23:17:33 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon )
"Good," Cotton purred, a rather dreadful sound despite its good intention. Cotton's heart softened toward the kit who leaned toward her touch. It was hard to believe that it had just been that morning that they had met. At what point had she decided to take the kit back to her den? It must have been the point at which she realized the kit's littermates had been lost. It was mostly an assumption from the limited information Creamsicle had given; the fact that she had four littermates- and that she didn't know what had happened to her mother. Perhaps their mother had been snatched by some predator, or even worse- perhaps she had abandoned them to increase her chances of survival through the winter. Now that would be a mother's greatest shame, abandoning helpless kits to the elements. Perhaps that was the reason she had taken in this white ball of fur. Perhaps it was the pride of a mother that lingered inside of her. A flash of fur and white paws landing on her muzzle caused her to snap back to reality with a slight flinch. It would take a while to get used to this energy again. She lowered her muzzle a little, and then reached forward to bump her nose to Creamsicle's chest. "What makes you think it's so scary?" she inquired, her warm breath tickling Creamsicle's belly. "Is it the strong cold winds? The moor isn't always like that you know." She lifted her face up and away from the kit. "The moor is fairly large. There are a few cats who live on these moors, though for the most part, we leave each other alone and respect each others space." She tilted her face to the dirt ceiling as if she could see the sky from there. In reality, it was merely some roots that dangled down. Cobwebs interlaced the ceiling, and small coloured feathers hung about from the webs. Cotton closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "I love to see the open skies. The clouds coming and going in all shapes and sizes. The sun that races from one side of the sky to the other. The moon and the stars that glimmer ever so brightly in the night sky. I feel closest to them out here. It's... Etherial." Cotton let out a wistful sigh and opened her eyes, looking back at Creamsicle with a hint of youth in her gaze. She seemed uncharacteristically excited about the topic. "Some day, I'll show you just how beautiful the moorland can be. The ability to see across the open moorland is something that's always made me feel alive and free." She felt a slight draft through the tunnel causing a shiver to course through her body. Just like that, her expression returned back to her usual glare. "Now wait here for just a bit as I close up the entrances to keep us warm tonight." She turned away and padded back through the small tunnel. Inside Cotton's sleeping chamber, not far from her nest were more baubles and trinkets much like the ones found by the nests in the larger chamber. Small stones, twigs and such arranged in a neat little pile. Cotton pulled dead grasses back over the front entrance, then returned back to her own chamber, dragging a bushel behind her to partially fill the small tunnel between the small chamber and the big chamber. Since the den was so big and there were only two of them, this would help them to retain heat within the smaller chamber. There were enough gaps that breathing wouldn't be a problem. (I hope the den doesn't sound too extravagant. :3) |
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Post by soot on Aug 24, 2023 23:52:22 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn. whisperingLocation: Forest. Spackle wasn't surprised at the Molly's reaction, more so surprised that she even said hello. Though the hope of a more friendly cat went with the cold breeze that flew by. His face twisted to an understandable expression for a flick of a second, the tone and look in her eyes.. Huh. It's easy to pick up the- well, kittypet scent. But he can smell.. the almost forest like undertone, similar to his own, from what he's heard. When you go from one life to another, no matter what, there's always something left from that old life. Let it be the look in your eyes, or the way you spoke, or your scent. He's not surprised if she didn't smell it, what with how cold the fellow feline looks. Nose' probably frozen by now. Flicking his ear at the darkening sky, he thinks maybe the cats lost. If she hasn't been in this life for a while, you can forget things. You remember some stuff, but not always all of it. Hey, to be fair Spackle lost his way going to the barn a few moons ago. And he's not had a singular life for his, well, entire life. Everywhere at once, everything at once, heh. He gives a tiny, and quiet curious mrow, as his head tilted. Spackle attempts to make himself seem less intimidating, changing his usual body language. Rather than his usual calm confidence, or seemingly incapable. He's just trying to seem.. anxious, maybe suspicious. "Well- I, not many cats like you are out here. I just.. wanted to make sure you weren't lost?"(And, as a loner would probably think, to get you out of my territory as fast as possible.) He decides to say, giving her the usual look a loner might to a kittypet. Suspicious, but willing. If she decides to keep her claws and teeth are bay, then he'll.. help, heh, her back. And if she refuses, well, he'll leave. Simple as that. Even if his curiosity will be left to blow in the breeze like an annoying thing at the back of his mind. He's not one to give the scares to a random cat. Nor is he in the mood to gain anymore scars. He can put up a good fight, but that doesn't mean he's looking for one. So he keeps his paws lightly, but in a protective stance on the snow as he looks to the feline Infront of him. Downturned ears, a still tail, and anxious eyes. He's learnt to act as someone he's not over his life, and this case was no different. He doesn't suppose the she cat to be oblivious, or naive. But.. Spackle's also not saying that he's probably a lot better at playing an act then she is finding one out. Plus, as lithe as the she cat is, and their similar size, he can trust that he's faster. Even if she wasn't _always_ a kittypet, she certainly isn't like she uses to be. Free raised, or a barncat, whichever, he's willing to bet he's faster. Though, he does keep the place they're in, very much so engrained into his head. He knows the perfect place to run if need be. He just really, really hopes for the sake of his curiosity, and maybe to get a new aquatiance on his list. Who knows, whatever fate.. or whoever it might be. (He knows it's someone- it's gotta be.) So he just stands his ground and waits for the cats reply, getting himself out of his own head. And getting back into the moment. And the obviously ready to pounce feline Infront of him. As much as he feels the lack of meaning in his life, don't mean he ain't gonna live without trying to find it. And he just, ya' know.. doesn't wanna die.
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Post by Myst on Aug 25, 2023 5:00:17 GMT -5
Binx -- Crossing the Moors | With Alice - Feathertalon It was much colder than it had been when she arrived, or perhaps the rocks had offered enough shelter that she hadn’t noticed the wind after meeting the molly. Either way, it sent a chill through her that she interpreted as a warning of how brutal the weather may or may not become in the coming hours. The storm would be long and the snow, heavy. Following after her was surely the right call – she wouldn’t have made it home before it turned harsh.
Her ears perked when Alice spoke up about their general path of travel the black feline nodded with a muffled, “Got it.” Looking past her, she could see the small cluster of trees that were indicated to. Alright, that wasn’t too far, then. Was certainly better than having to cross the entirety of the moorland and then some just to get to the pine woods. Depending on how bad it was, she would leave in the morning. After all, she couldn’t imagine anything convincing her to stay at the barn for any length of time. Between the dogs and two legs, she felt that this circumstantial visit would be more than enough.
As they came upon the trees Binx was thankful for the slightest break from the wind. By now the snow had become heavier, reducing visibility enough that if she were alone, she wouldn’t be too confident in where they were going. Thankfully, like herself the other she-cat was dark in color which made it easier to follow her despite the weather.
(sorry this is kind of bad my brain turned off :c )
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 25, 2023 12:41:56 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The molly froze. Watching him with wide eyes as he took the lead once more. How could he tell that she was lying? And he... liked her for who she was? Had she been wrong about Leo? Did he like her beyond her looks? Looking away, she trotted after him. Keeping in mind not to put too much weight on her paw. "Sorry." She murmured quietly, keeping her eyes focused away from the ginger tom. If he wanted her to be honest, Lillith needed to rest. She ached from her fall, her paw throbbing angrily. And she was cold from the wind blowing against her dampened fur. "Maybe we should do some hunting. I wouldn't mind sitting down for a second." Lillith asked. She didn't want to intrude on his patrolling. She knew how serious it was for him. Even if the dogs already did it for him. "I can go myself if you want to keep on without me." Lillith had already embarrassed herself twice now in front of him. First with her silly attempt at an attack, and secondly trying to act more serious, like him. Maybe it would be best for them to separate. Surely Leo was growing tired of her. He could do without the constant humiliation she'd faced. Leo wasn't a cat who felt humility, she knew that. Why would he ever put up with mine? It didn't make sense to her. Maybe it was something she was missing. Something she couldn't quite put her paw on yet. Maybe I'll ask him. Eventually. Now it didn't seem to be the appropriate time to ask. Or at least, Lillith didn't have the courage to ask him now.----- (Take your time runningsky <3)
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Post by whispering on Aug 25, 2023 17:42:41 GMT -5
hey y’all
my internet is currently out 😑
i don’t want to use up all my phone data so i’ll have replies posted tmrw. luckily they are typed up in my google docs🥲
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 25, 2023 19:02:42 GMT -5
I may not get to replies in the next few days, sorry guys ;v;
I work mostly outside and it was 110+ all day and I died, then tomorrow after work is dnd
have to find some time between all that to do homework too but,,,
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 25, 2023 19:30:14 GMT -5
No worries Feather, I think I actually might take the weekend off, I’m pretty burnt out and need a few days to recuperate. Work’s been crazy and it’s been pretty smoky, so my lungs aren’t having a fun time which always makes me tired.
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Post by Myst on Aug 25, 2023 19:45:09 GMT -5
Breaks are important! I hope you two are able to get the rest you deserve - take your time~
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2023 17:18:39 GMT -5
Hi hello just popping in
I will do my best to get to replies tomorrow after work, but I definitely won’t be able to do them today ;v;
I’m at least here to chat and plot if anybody wants!
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Post by Myst on Aug 26, 2023 17:19:37 GMT -5
I’m down for chatting and plotting c: I’m here for the vibes
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 26, 2023 17:20:29 GMT -5
hell yeah cB
Got any thoughts or character ideas in particular
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Post by whispering on Aug 26, 2023 17:23:50 GMT -5
am also here to chat d:
currently 100 degrees here, letting the dogs run through the sprinklers at my mil’s house :3
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But I should be on today and tomorrow, seriously this time :'3)
