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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2023 10:48:00 GMT -5
 Bo -- The Farm | With Spark - runningsky123 His tail waved behind him lazily as they moved through the snow, ears perked as he sniffed the air occasionally. The air was crisp but held nothing of note – just the way he liked it. But the pasture was large, it was possible that there was something out there. He wasn’t worried, though – whatever there was, if anything, he was sure they would have it handled. As his companion mentioned about the pelts, he huffed. “Isn’t that weird? Why’s he so hairless anyway – doesn’t make any sense to me.” It was one of the many things he didn’t understand about twolegs. It didn’t seem so beneficial to not have any fur. Then again, he didn’t understand many things about them, but he didn’t care too much to think too far into it.
As they trotted along, Bo kept himself alert. He’d be more than happy to relax once he knew there was nothing of concern in the area, but until then, he’d pay close attention to what was around them. It paid up – some paces ahead of them the snow appeared to be disturbed. Ears perking, he picked up the pace a little, lowering his nose to the ground as they got closer. ’Fox – couple of tods.’ There had to be at least two judging by the tracks that headed further inland. With nothing suggesting they’d left, his mind went straight to the chickens. Their coop was fairly secure, but they did always find a way out wander the land with the other birds….
Pivoting away from the fence, he nodded towards the other dog. “Check the poultry - don’t want the tods getting’ to ‘em.” The red-furred canines didn’t usually get this bold in the winter, but there was a first time for everything.
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 She hadn’t meant to wake the older cat, she’d been perfectly content to let him sleep longer. After all, she imaged he’d travelled a good ways to reach her neck of the woods from the twoleg place. Her own little bit of land wasn’t that far from the pines, so if he was tired she would understand. Still, she grinned a bit as he yawned, simply happy she wouldn’t have to tiptoe around him to ensure he didn’t wake. “Think so,” Honey answered, getting up.
Padding over to the entrance, she dug out a bit of the snow before popping her hear out to get a look. The light hurt her eyes a little, leaving her squinting against the light as it reflected off of the newly white land around them. It was pristine and seemingly untouched from what she could see. It was also taller than she had expected. Pulling herself back into the warmth of the den, she turned her eyes to Shadow. “Looks beautiful out there. Cold, and obnoxious to walk through, but pretty to look at.”
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Post by Myst on Aug 28, 2023 10:49:08 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Moors | With Alice - Feathertalon Being trapped in a crystalline landscape wasn’t her idea of a good time. Then again, she wasn’t fond of the idea of being trapped at all. Not being trapped alone, however, would be very new for her. She’d been surviving on her own for so long, she’d never entertained the idea of spending any length of time around another cat. She’d never needed to attribute any thought to others’ well beings, nor did she think others worried about hers. That wasn’t to say Alice was worried for her, of course. The black cat would never assume such a thing of a stranger. She was just generous, was all. Sympathetic enough not to wish ill on a stranger, but not so much so to go out of her way to help.
She wondered what it was like to have a family like the cat she followed did. At least, it seemed to her that it was like a family. Binx only had glimpses of memories of her siblings, but nothing significant enough to hold any meaning. All she knew was that she’d been from a litter of three, and she’d been both the smallest and most quiet. Her mother was just a blip in her mind, but she knew she looked like her. At night she’d wonder what it would’ve been like to stay with her, be raised by her. Instead, she’d been moved from one two leg nest to another far too early in her opinion. She’d yearned for the warmth of her family for a long time, driving her to escape her home and a start a fruitless search for her mother. It’s what had led to her capture.
Stupid humans – what business did they have taking and owning cats? Or animals in general, for that matter. The loner couldn’t even begin to imagine how the animals at the barn were cared for, if at all. Yet here she was, making her way to some barn that housed twolegs and their weird looking animals. What would she do if one of them came out? No, she would be perfectly fine. There was nothing to worry about – after all, the she-cat ahead of her didn’t seem too worried about it, so she wouldn’t be either.
Her words cut into her thoughts, bringing them to an immediate halt. They really stuck out against the snow, but with their dark pelts that was to be expected. Hopefully it wouldn’t matter for much longer. “Well enough,” Binx answered. “I can move faster if we need.” As awkward as it was to carry to the bird of prey, she was sure she could pick up the pace if it meant getting to a warm place faster.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 28, 2023 11:47:52 GMT -5
Spark Location: Farm With: Bo ( Myst) “No clue. They’re odd in almost every way.”, Spark said. He would never truly understand the farmer or his mate. They had strange ways. He spent the most time with them, and he still couldn’t understand their ways. Spark followed Bo, stopping a few paces after he did, turning to him, having missed the disturbed snow. His ears pricked when he saw it, scanning the field around them. It looked like fox jump prints, trying to reach mice under the snow. Spark looked at Bo when he mentioned checking the chickens, and nodded, turning and running back towards the barn, and the chicken’s run outside. They should be inside the barn, but the run to outside was connected to the barn, so it would be easy for the foxes to get inside and wreak havoc. He skirted around the barn just in time to see the two foxes indeed scrabbling at the ground next to the fence. He let out a loud alert bark, before he started barking at the foxes. He was no match for two of them by himself, and he wasn’t sure if Confetti was out of the house yet, but he just had to keep them occupied while Bo came from the field. The two of them would be fine taking on the foxes together, but Spark knew he’d be overrun if he went after them already. He saw a flash of grey inside the coop, about to think it was another fox, when one of them shot back with a yelp. Heather stood inside the coop, hissing at the two, providing another deterrent to them getting into the run. Spark couldn’t help the slight tail way at the sight of the grey tabby. He was glad he wasn’t alone. Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey “That’s good.”, Shadow said. He could assess the snow, and head home if it was shallow enough that he could make it. Maybe he’d ask Honey to accompany him to the fence line, both to make sure he made it, as well as some company. He liked the cream-colored she-cat. She was very sweet, and kind. He’d never had kits, but he felt almost a fatherly instinct over her already. She’d protected him from the storm, and he wanted to return the favor. Maybe he’d hunt for her some time. He knew where her territory was now. He’d have to make the trek out here again to visit sometime. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 28, 2023 15:51:10 GMT -5
hey y’all just checking in :3
my internet won’t be restored until hopefully wednesday :’) it’s been the longest two days ever
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2023 19:24:22 GMT -5
Oooof hopefully it’ll get fixed then ;v;
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Post by Light on Aug 28, 2023 19:27:39 GMT -5
(Eek! Creamsicle is so adorable! ^^) (Yay! I'm glad. If Etherclan ever wants to take it over and use it for their camp, I'd totally be up for that. Cotton would definitely be against it and will try all she could to keep it- but she would also know that she couldn't take on that many cats at once. XD) (I'll try drawing up a rough sketch map of it sometime. It's basically one larger chamber near the entrance, where her kits nests would be when they were big enough. And the smaller chamber in the back- which is her own little abode.)  CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) "Yes. The snow has been beat," Cotton churred as she turned away from the blocked entrance. While not as warm as many mother cats out there, her presence had warmed considerably since they first met. "Hawks around here don't usually go after grown cats. When they do, we can hide in the heather and other tall grasses- or any bush that happens to be near by. Or..." Cotton drew out the last word, glancing at Creamsicle with a sparkle in her eye. "We catch them when they least expect!" A brown paw flashed out, coming to a surprisingly sudden stop just barely above Creamsicle's head. She tapped the kit on the head, and pulled back her paw to lick it. When Creamsicle asked about the feathers, Cotton set down her paw and her chest puffed out with pride. "Why yes. Matter of fact, they are," she purred. "Most of them are from birds I've caught over the seasons. Others are gifts from some of my kits." She followed Creamsicle's gaze to a bright blue feather as she inquired about it. "That one is from a bluebird. You don't see them very often around here, but once in a while there'll be a few. They are skittish little things, a very difficult catch since they rarely go to the ground. They are about the same size as a sparrow. Despite the trouble, their colour is quite beautiful." She padded over to the other side of the den while looking up at the arranged feathers. She paused underneath a brown striped feather, almost like that of a tabby cat. She raised herself up on her hind legs and nabbed it from the web gently between her teeth. The other feathers jiggled and fluttered a bit at the sudden movement. She dropped her front paws down and set it before Creamsicle. "Now this is a hawk's feather. This was one I caught in an early leaf-fall many moons ago. It had been sitting on a boulder not far from here. With my kits around, I hadn't wanted it to be a danger, so I crept up through the heather and attacked it from behind. The wings nearly knocked me away, but I managed to bring it to the ground with the hardest bite I had ever had to use on prey. My kits and I were well fed that night." Cotton nodded to herself as she finished the story, remembering the satisfaction she had felt when she dragged the hawk back to the den and saw the expressions of joy and awe on her kits' faces. "Yes. Some night we will," Cotton assured, feeling warmth bloom in her chest at the kit's common interest in stars. She padded over to the rabbit and took a large bite from the side of the stiff corpse. The cool temperatures of winter would keep it from going rancid too quickly. As she chewed, she padded back to her nest, circling it once before lying down. She swallowed and licked her lips as the cool meat settled in her stomach. Though her bones still ached, they seemed to sigh in relief upon resting back in her soft nest. Much better than the hard cold ground in the undergrowth where they had slept earlier. |
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Post by Light on Aug 28, 2023 19:33:38 GMT -5
(Best of wishes with your internet absence Whispering! Sometimes it actually gives you a little break with no internet. Hope it all goes well with the fixing. :3)
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Post by whispering on Aug 28, 2023 20:00:02 GMT -5
thanks y’all <3
it honestly has been refreshing, i’ve found myself binging live tv and reading my books, getting cleaning done without procrastination xD
and not logging into class has been very mentally relieving but i know i’ll have a hell of a lot to catch up on🥲
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2023 20:37:19 GMT -5
Alice »
The snow crunched softly under paw as Alice neared the tree line. Here the ground was more solid, less slippery precipitation and more stable ground. Tension that had been building inside of the tortoisehsell’s shoulders softened, loosening her figure as she pushed her way through the first tendrils of bramble. Alice shook out her pelt to rid it of any stray snowflakes. ”We’ll make it in time at the pace we’re going,” Alice responded as she halted where she was, giving Binx just a little longer to make her way into the protected copse. As Alice waited she caught the scent of rabbit, but unfortunately the scent was stale, a trail that had been made days ago. Even with her hunger sated now thanks to the hawk earlier the thought of rabbit had her mouth watering, but it would be a fool’s errand to try and track the creature. It was long gone by now, deep underground to escape the coming snowfall.
Once shaking off her pelt and giving the damp fur a quick lick, Alice looked back in the direction of her companion. She gestured with a nod of her head toward the bird in the black cat’s jaws. ”I can carry that the rest of the way.” Alice wasn’t cruel or heartless. She realized that carrying the hawk’s dead weight wasn’t easy, or at least not like carrying the minuscule amount of something such as a mouse. Feathers damp from snow weighed more than if they were dry. The hawk was not an easy catch to carry. But of course she wouldn’t push it - if Binx wanted to continue carrying the raptor then she very well could. Alice wasn’t dying to get ahold of it, she was merely offering to see if the other molly wanted an easier second half of this travel. If not then Alice would let it be. No need to make her travel any more difficult if it didn’t have to be.
Wila »
There was something about Flame that just didn’t seem…well, for a lack of a better term on Wila’s part, normal. Something about him didn’t seem normal, and it wasn’t because of how quickly she had grown attached to the tom or how ready she had been to go on an adventure into the wilderness with him. No, there was something else there about the ginger tom. Something mystical. He had told her before that he had always felt drawn to the forest, that there was something out there for him that he needed to find. Wila had never felt that way. The Burmese had always been okay with living as a housecat for her entire life. As far as she knew Fran and Quinn had never felt drawn to the wilds either, so Wila was aware that this was not typically normal for a kittypet. Why Flame felt like that, Wila had no idea, but she was hoping to help him figure this all out, and hopefully this hunting trip would reveal some answers.
A look of surprise flashed across Wila’s face when Flame spoke of the moor. They were so far from there, and trying to get all the way to the moor from here in the wintertime would surely be next to impossible for a duo of kittypets. ”Maybe we can go there some other time?” The molly suggested slowly, realizing now that she wasn’t entirely sure what would happen if she didn’t immediately agree to the tom’s callings. How could she know how he’d react? They had only met a day ago and she had yet to actually tell him no. Wila didn’t think he’d be the kind of cat to get angry or upset about that, but how was she supposed to know?
Either way, she didn’t think she was down to go to the moor today. They were already in the pine forest and Wila wanted to see if she could track down some prey. Plus the moor was bound to be covered in a deeper layer of snow. Prey more than likely wouldn’t be out in those conditions. Once the snow melted Wila would be more willing to explore the open land with Flame, but for today, she had decided to go into the pines, and in the pines she would stay.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 28, 2023 20:37:40 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
While the moor had been covered in a fine layering of white snow, Creamsicle had been able to catch glimpses of the tall grasses that had yet to be completely hidden. Many of them were a fine brown color with flashes of green here and there. The kit wondered if they turned completely green in the summertime. She recalled her mother telling her and her siblings about the warmer months, how the trees would come back to life and blossom with gentle green hues. Would the moor turn green once it stopped being cold? Or did it remain all brown and dull? Creamsicle could only imagine that it stayed mostly brown or Cotton wouldn’t like the moor as much; the elderly feline fit right in with the foliage that covered the wide expanse of land, her ticked tabby pelt blending in with the moorland grasses that grew tall. No wonder Cotton preferred the moor over the forest, but then again, the forest had been rather brown as well, just enough so that if Cotton hid well enough nothing would be able to catch a glimpse of her.
But hiding from hawks? Creamsicle couldn’t believe it when she heard it. The moor was so open and exposed, but yet… Wide blue eyes looked up at Cotton. The molly wouldn’t lie to her. What Cotton said was the truth and nothing but. Yet it only got harder to believe Cotton when she went on to speak about catching hawks.
The kit’s eyes grew even wider. Her breathing caught in her chest. A mental image of Cotton crouched down and stalking a hawk in the heather played in Creamsicle’s head, stopping only when Cotton pounced and brought down the large bird with a mighty bite to the neck. The kit’s body quivered with awe and fear. Already on edge, Creamsicle jumped back with a yelp when Cotton’s paw darted just above her. Heart pounding, it took her a second to realize what had happened, and as soon as the fear had gripped her, it had disappeared, replaced with a bubbling of kit laughter as joy spread throughout her small body. ”Cotton! I’m not a hawk,” she laughed, purring loud enough that any creature outside with sharp hearing would be able to hear her from deep inside the den. For a moment her question about the feathers had been forgotten as she crouched down, wiggling her hindquarters and just about ready to pounce at Cotton, but she was stopped before she could make her first move when the older cat replied to the question Creamsicle had already forgotten about in her playful mood.
Rather than jump at her newfound guardian, Creamsicle recoiled herself back and sat sharply down on her haunches. Ears pricked she listened intently to Cotton as she explained the blue feather. ”I thought that would have come from a big bird,” the kit mewed, though she supposed it made some sense that it was from a smaller bird; the blue feather wasn’t all that big, not even longer than one of Creamsicle’s own limbs, but it was hard for her to imagine such a pretty color on something akin to a sparrow, and Creamsicle knew what a sparrow was. Her mother would bring them back quite often for her kits to eat as they had always been abundant near their twolegs’ house.
Once more she was staring in wonder and awe when Cotton brought out the actual hawk feather. Now that was a feather Creamsicle could see coming from a large bird. This feather was much longer, probably as long as Creamsicle herself, and had a wild brown tabby pattering to it. A part of her yearned to go up and get a closer look at the feather, but some innate part of her was frightened just a little bit by it, as if the hawk it had come from could tunnel down into the burrow and grab her with its sharp talons just because she had marveled at its plumage, yet these fears were pushed away when Cotton told her of the hawk’s fate. ”Whoah…” She breathed, looking at Cotton in a new light. It was no secret that Cotton was a skilled feline. Living out on the moors like she did was no easy task, Creamsicle was sure of that. Not only could Cotton do that, but she could hunt with ease, kill hawks, and she had had kits. Cats who didn’t know what they were doing couldn’t have kits, that’s at least what Creamsicle believed.
”Can you teach me how to catch a hawk? I’ll try to learn how to hunt so I can get one for you one day!” The idea of hunting still sent a shiver down her spine, but now that she was protected deep inside a den the thought of providing food for herself and for others wasn’t as scary. Maybe one day she’d be the scary one, catching hawks and bringing them back for her and Cotton to eat. ”Did you show your kits how to catch hawks?” She then asked, curious to know if Cotton had already passed down that skill to all the litters she had bore in the past.
Wriggling happily Creamsicle’s pounce from earlier returned. She wasted no time in leaping toward the older cat, skipping a few bounds to where Cotton was eating the rabbit, only to follow after the older cat as she then padded toward her nest. As soon as Cotton lay down, Creamsicle gave one more large pounce, flinging herself right against the ticked tabby’s side with a joyful burst of laughter. ”Got you!” She exclaimed, extending a front paw to bat at Cotton’s ear before she rolled over onto her side, once again exposing her underbelly as she extended all her limbs, placing her paws into Cotton’s fur. Blue eyes looked at the older molly from where the kit now lay, whiskers quivering. ”One day I’ll clean out your nest really good, then I’ll catch a hawk for you, and after that, we can look at the stars! That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it, Cotton?” The loud purring continued on as Creamsicle laid out this perfect plan in her head, excited for all the adventures to come for both her and Cotton.
[ I do really like the idea of Cotton's den eventually becoming part of EtherClan's camp. Though rather than outright take it from her perhaps they can let her still keep the den as her own inside the camp or something, assuming she's joining the Clan once it gets going.
i'd love to see a sketch of it!! ]
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 29, 2023 1:30:11 GMT -5
Flame Location: Pine Forest With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame turned back to Wila, meeting her gaze, as she’d been watching him. “Yeah, another day. Maybe once the snow’s melted.”, he said. He wasn’t about to make her trek all the way to the moor in this snow. They’d tire themselves out. He nudged her shoulder slightly. “Come on, let’s get back to hunting.”, he said, before he started walking slowly forward, deeper into the pines, keeping his pawsteps as quiet as he could, sniffing and looking for any sign of prey. It didn’t take long before he heard soft scrabbling noises, dropping down into a crouch behind a dead fern. He peeked out, seeing a mouse snuffling along in the needles beneath one of the pines. He waved the tip of his tail for Wila to get down. She blended in better, but it was better safe than sorry. They didn’t want to spook the mouse if they could avoid it. He waited until she had crept up next to him to lean his mouth next to her ear. “Do you want to try, or want me to?”, he asked softly, making sure not to let the mouse hear him. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 29, 2023 1:31:33 GMT -5
(Insomnia is a jerk and I would be more stressed about it if I didn’t have the Starbucks stars for a free drink. I am getting the biggest apple crisp macchiato they have tomorrow 🙃)
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Post by Junospower on Aug 29, 2023 2:22:35 GMT -5
(Just letting you guys know I’m not dead, just had a couple really busy days at work and had some minor burn out. Will finally bring Lada out of limbo tomorrow)
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Post by Myst on Aug 29, 2023 5:57:50 GMT -5
Bo -- The Farm | With Spark - runningsky123 He was glad that he wasn’t the only one who thought the twolegs were odd in their ways and his friend had a point – there wasn’t a single thing they did that didn’t appear as odd to him. There wasn’t much time to think further on it though, as they now had pressing matters to deal with. The barn wasn’t too far off, but Spark would get there faster – he wouldn’t send him off first if he thought he’d be in any real danger. Not that the foxes weren’t dangerous in their own right, but they seemed like opportunists, and Bo would surely be there before they even thought about lashing out.
As the other bolted, Bo let off a few deep and loud warning barks as he followed, plowing through the snow as if it was hardly there. Rounding the corner, dark eyes settled on the yelping tod. Rather than stop the shepherd lunged for the fox, catching one of its legs in his jaws. A crack followed by another yelp escaped the animal as it bit wildly at his neck and shoulders. The feeling was minimal through his thick fur, and he was far to driven to deterred by something less than half his weight. He gave a vicious shake before tossing it a short distance into the snow without so much as a second thought. If the thing was smart, it would flee. Should it stay and fight, well, he wasn’t above killing anything that threatened his flock. On a normal day he was far from threatening, a real sweetheart, but he and the other dogs knew what he was capable of when it really came down to it. Not many things wanted to challenge such a large dog when that switch flipped.
Bo turned to face the other fox that was now between him and Spark, teeth barred as a low growl rumbled in his chest as a final warning. His eyes had caught a glimpse of Heather – he’d have to thank her once this was settled.
Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 In her opinion, it was far too deep for extensive travel. Then again, she just hated walking in the snow. Hunting, sure, she would make do. Sure, the remaining weasel alone would be enough if they didn’t really do anything today, but what if she wanted a snack? What would she do then? Maybe she’d get up in the trees, snatch up any birds that hadn’t travelled for the winter. It was early enough, and there was certainly less snow on the branches. Plush, if she slipped the snow would cushion her fall at least a little bit. Then again, this was all if she hunted at all today.
“No rush on heading out – walking through this stuff is miserable if you ask me,” Honey murmured, laying down slowly. Rolling onto her side she stretched her legs again as she did. “I’ll let you judge travel conditions, though. Wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to give it a day or two, though. Plus, you’re fun to have around – never saw somebody learn to catch weasels so fast.” She was almost jealous – damn things gave her a good run around when she’d first tried to hunt them. One had even scratched her nose something good some seasons ago.
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Post by Myst on Aug 29, 2023 5:58:53 GMT -5
Binx -- The Moors | With Alice - Feathertalon That was good at least – despite the fact that she had offered, Binx actually wasn’t sure how much faster she would’ve been able to go. The raptor was heavier than she would have ever expected, and the snow certainly wasn’t helping her case. Having it drag through the accumulating snow was holding her back a bit, and she imagined that no matter how she had grabbed it, its wings would continue to be at least a little bit in her way. No matter – she was grown, so she would simply do her best without complaining,
Still, she couldn’t help but be a little thankful when Alice stopped. Setting the carcass down on the ground, the black molly shook out her own pelt. The feeling of snow slowly melting into her fur had been starting to get to her. Sure, it hadn’t melted all that much, but every now and then an ice-cold drop of water would make it to her skin and remind her that leaf-bare was bare and unforgiving. Lowering her head a little, she pulled a paw over her ear and face a couple times in an attempt to rid herself of the odd tickling feeling that a few snowflakes had left her with. Lifting her gaze when her companion spoke up, she just blinked up at her for a moment before looking back down at the raptor. It was a lovely offer, and it was certainly hard to carry, but she was far too stubborn for her own good. “Don’t worry, I got it,” Binx assured the she-cat with a slight nod. Surely it couldn’t be that much further, so she would carry the meal that had been offered to her.
Given her pelt another light shake, she took a chance to look around. Not much time had been spent on the moors, and for good reason. She could be spotted from a mile away out here. Right now, though, she was able to appreciate the setting without worrying about food. It was lovely, but she much preferred being surrounded by trees, or really anything that would give shelter from the winds. It was interesting though, that a place so bare had this small range with a few trees. She could admire it later, though. Snowfall was picking up and she had no desire to be stuck in it. “I’m ready when you are.” With that, she picked the hawk back up, orange eyes turning to Alice.
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Post by snowyt2 on Aug 29, 2023 13:34:43 GMT -5
Okay! Where are they at the moment? Feathertalon |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 29, 2023 17:29:45 GMT -5
Time to play the game of will I get to replies today or not Stay tuned to find out Also snowyt2 : Solomon is out in the woods somewhat close to twolegplace while Comet could he thrown anywhere ~ |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 29, 2023 17:30:44 GMT -5
(Hey all, school has started back for me so I’ll try my best to have replies up sometime this week if not tonight
Also, yay cave cat! Have you decided on a name, feather?)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 29, 2023 17:49:27 GMT -5
Gotta love school,,,yaaaay
Still not sure on a definite name yet ;v;
I’m still feeling Puma for her, but I like the idea of her having a clan name already and I’m not sure on a suffix
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 29, 2023 18:49:17 GMT -5
(Yes unfortunately :’)
Hmmm maybe something noble like heart? Or fire/flame/blaze. )
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Post by Junospower on Aug 29, 2023 19:03:20 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. River bent down and took a bit of the trout, grateful for the she-cat’s presence somewhat. Though he lived on his own, he did prefer the company of other cats. Living alone does make life a bit harder at times, especially during winter when prey is scare. He did have the river, but that was if it wasn’t frozen over. “I’m River, by the way,” he introduced himself, “I suppose you live around here too? Prey not getting too low for you?” |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 29, 2023 19:04:58 GMT -5
I’ve got less than a month now till school starts back up for me 🙃 I’m not looking forward to having to get back in the grove of things again. Especially since my schedule for this quarter doesn’t leave a lot of time for school work at school (it’s way easier for me to focus there)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 29, 2023 19:15:48 GMT -5
for some reason the suffix -heart never even crossed my mind, but i do think i really like the sound of pumaheart
ripppp, that sucks, running
and i feel that, i get a lot more school stuff done if im on campus
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 29, 2023 19:16:18 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
The big tom’s eyes narrowed to yellow slits. His fur bristling all over as hostilities grew ever hotter between the two. A deep threatening growl rumbled from deep within his belly before he spat, “Then leave. Get out of here.” He had tried his best with these she-cats. Wisteria had been kind enough but Night would not tolerate such disrespect in his own home. He slid long claws from their sheaths, drawing his lips back into a snarl to let Gardenia know how serious he was. A cat he once would not have directed such fury on. But she had overstepped boundaries and he no longer saw a reason to be an ally to the young molly. Besides, she would be no match for him, with or without her sister. There’s no way I’ll be beat by kittypets. He thought bitterly, his growl growing even more threatening. “Leave or I’ll force you. Fetch your sister and take your kittypet tails back to where you come from. If I catch you near my territory again I’ll have your pelts lining my nest.” The black and silver furred tom’s act of kindness was over. Gardenia and Wisteria had nothing to offer him. And he would no longer have anything to offer in return. Another snow was soon to come, but he cared less. These cats could freeze to death for all he cared. He’d done his part. If Gardenia would not see how much he had risked for them then she could go. Her decisions would only make Wisteria suffer. Night would continue sleeping peacefully not knowing whether they lived or died. He would not care. His life would continue without a single thought of the kittypets he once gave shelter to. The kittypets who were unappreciative of his help. I should never have helped them!
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Aroace
snowyt2
I like comics, DnD, horror films, and Warrior Cats!
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Post by snowyt2 on Aug 29, 2023 20:34:27 GMT -5
Apple Location; woods, interacting with Feathertalon After some time, Apple is awoken by the cold of the snow finally breaking through his coat, leaving him soaked and shivering. He stands, shaking some fresh fallen snow off his back. Though Apple was certainly still plagued by negative thoughts, he did feel much better after the much needed nap. Refreshed, he begins thinking of a plan of action. His situation at the moment was... dire, to say the least. A lifelong kitty-pet thrust into the wild, and during winter at that, he wouldn't make it on his own. Apple peers behind him, into the thick, dark woodland barren of leaves and its usual greenery. He doesn't see the reason in going deeper into the woods, as he was sure to get lost or eaten by something. Then again... crossing the stream and entering the flat, grassy land across also sounds less than ideal, to his knowledge their wasn't much out there but hungry predators. So, begrudgingly he decides it would be best to go back in the direction of the twolegplace, shuddering as he pictures the many monsters sure to be stalking the rocky slabs strewn about. At the very least, perhaps he could find a two-leg that would give him some kibble, or a trashcan with some left-overs. He sets out, walking along the edge of the woods back from where he came, jumping at every shuffle or brush he hears. Somewhere along the way, he finds a peculiar looking... well he's not all that sure what it is. It's shiny, and big, with three sharp tooth looking spikes on each end forming a sort of, jaw. For awhile he was convinced it was some sort of animal, and watched it nervously from a distance. It didn't seem to move though, perhaps it was dead? Apple creeps forward, and when he's sure the thing is immobile, he gets close enough to really get a good look at it. He leans forward, examining the strange creature, and slowly extends his muzzle to sniff it. then, he hears a faint rustling and whips his head around to scan his surroundings nervously. "Who's there?," He calls into the trees.
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Post by soot on Aug 29, 2023 23:49:34 GMT -5
Lada w/ River ( Junospower ) Lada flicks her tail politely to the tom's introduction, ears perking at his question. Ah- and also makes sure to introduce herself as well, of course. "Ah- the prey has.. well, been more scarce. Not unmanageable, I'm sure knowing how to fish is a big help. When the river isn't too frozen that is." She says in kind, fur less bristled as it was moments ago. Having a fellow feline around makes the cold not seem as bad- and.. Lada may have spoken too soon. The cold ground is making her paws numb, and her nose is starting to hurt. Shifting her paws, Lada resists curling into a ball and tries to keep her shivering at bay. "Oh! And it's pleasant to meet you River, I'm Lada."
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Post by Junospower on Aug 30, 2023 0:34:44 GMT -5
The tom let out a warm purr, “It’s nice to meet you too, Lada.”
River noticed that the cold weather was getting to her. He was fortunate enough to have long fur, but still, the early leaf-bare breeze was even too much for him. Not even fluffing up his fur was enough to keep the chill at bay. Bitterly he wished he had a more permanent den to return too when he was done with his meal. He had been drifting from spot to spot since the more aggressive rogue cats made it a habit to chase him out anytime he had a prime spot. At least he was able to find places near the river.
A particularly cold gust of wind blew by, causing the silver and gray tabby to hunch in on himself in a desperate attempt to stave off the icy breeze, “Stars above, that was cold!”
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Post by Light on Aug 30, 2023 0:42:07 GMT -5
(I think Cotton's den would make a nice medicine cat den. :3) Very, very rough sketch: Circles are nests and the little things beside are just gathered objects.  (She would be totally against the clan at first- but circumstances such as health and responsibility could sway her. And if they don't force her from her land, she would hold staying at her den in higher priority than keeping everyone off of it. Creamsicle will likely be her saving grace when it comes to the clans. XD I don't think she'd ever vocalize her consent- but with enough unavoidable exposure she may come to accept it.) (Also- speaking of medicine cats... I'm thinking that the only cat Cotton would actually go out to visit was Smoke's mother- only in the event that her kits were quite ill. She would go and explain the symptoms, then bring back herbs to help them. Only if the treatment didn't work, or if it was completely necessary- she might let Smoke's mother enter the den and treat them personally. Probably the closest thing she had to a friend. If that's okay with you, whispering . :3) CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Seeing Creamsicle's excitement and energy reminded her of all the times her own kits would listen to her stories. Stars, I miss them so. It is times like this I almost understand why mother had kept us so close. Yet I refuse to dwell on it. I will never be like mother. I mustn't.She blinked in surprise when Creamsicle spoke of catching hawks. The very same kit who had spoken ill of hunting earlier. She had an ambitious imagination, but could be fearful at other times. Creamsicle mustn't be any older than five or six moons, so she would try not to judge to harshly. This kit might be quite the pawful in the future, but only time would tell. Right now, Cotton was just happy that the kit was actually starting to look and act more like a healthy kit. "Yes. When they were old enough, I taught them how to catch hawks so they'd know if they ever needed to. Though I don't recommend going after hawks specifically. Hawks are quite dangerous, with sharp talons and beak. Their wings are powerful enough to lift a cat into the air. But hunting them can be done if you know how. As I did with my kits, first we'll start with mice and small birds and we'll work up from there." Cotton grunted as a fluffy ball of Creamsicle pounced against her side. "Take it easy little hunter. You got me," she churred. It would take a while to get used to this kind of energy again, but she wouldn't say she disliked it. She watched in affection as the kit stretched out and pressed her paws into her fur. Little paws. Her heart couldn't help but swell at the familiar feeling. Creamsicle's blue eyes met her steady yellow gaze, and she mewed of plans for the future. Cotton continued to watch the kit as she spoke, her words filling her with both warmth and dread. Such a day sounded wonderful- like a dream. "Yes. It would indeed," she agreed in a quiet, yet warm meow. Though wonderful, the day Creamsicle brought a hawk home would be the day she would be old enough to look after herself. Cotton closed her eyes. It was too soon to think about that day. For now, she'd let Creamsicle enjoy the thought. |
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Post by Myst on Aug 30, 2023 0:46:04 GMT -5
y'all I'm sorry I haven't been on too consistently - life has been very stressful so I've been doing my replies and falling off the face of the planet
Welcome to all the newcomers, I very much hope you enjoy it here c:
I'm lurking a lot but I'm here in spirit and will chat when I can
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Post by Light on Aug 30, 2023 9:12:53 GMT -5
(No worries Myst. Don’t push yourself too hard. I hope things get better for you in the near future. :3)
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