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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 30, 2023 9:53:23 GMT -5
(Don’t worry about it Myst! Take your time, get some rest. Mental health comes first!) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 30, 2023 10:12:29 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia pinned her ears back at him, glaring. “Fine.”, she snapped, turning and walking to the hollow under the tree, sticking her head in. “Wis, get up. We’re leaving.”, she said. Wisteria had been dozing, raising her head sharply at that. “Wha- leaving? Why?”, she asked. “Because we are. Let’s go. We don’t need this fat-headed furball. We’ll head to the pines.”, Gardenia said, walking in and nudging her sister up, who complained and groaned about it, but got up, shaking herself slightly at the cold as they stepped out of the hollow. Gardenia didn’t wait, just turning and heading in the direction she knew the pines were, not saying a word to Night as she passed. She tested the snow at the edge of the cleared out spot, and found it wasn’t too deep to be unable to walk, not that that would stop her. She just pushed on, leading the way away. Wisteria stopped at the edge of the clearing, glancing back towards Night, her own ears flattening slightly at the sight of his claws and threatening stance. She’d hoped he would be an ally, maybe a friend, but Gardenia seemed to be right. They had to be careful who they trusted. She turned and followed her sister, following her tracks in the snow as they walked away from Night. (Ngl, I love that they didn’t end on a good note, good setup for future drama lol.) Spark Location: Farm With: Bo ( Myst) While Spark wasn’t made for fighting like Bo, or the agility to not get kicked like Confetti, he was fast, and he was loud. He dashed in, snapping at the remaining fox’s flank, before he jumped backwards, and started barking as loud as possible, not the playful barks that usually came from him, but deeper, more menacing. Not quite as intimidating as Bo, but it was as good as he could get. While the fox was outnumbered, it was desperate, and snarled at Bo and Spark, backed against the coop. Spark could see it get ready to lunge, about to intercept- When a loud ‘bang’ went off some distance behind them. The fox flinched and took off, following the tracks its injured hunting partner had left behind on its retreat. Spark turned, the farmer walking over with the loud stick he carried sometimes in his hand, having made it pop to scare the fox off. He walked over to the two, laying the stick against the barn, and scratched behind Spark’s ears, before looking over Bo. “He fusses too much.”, Spark remarked to Bo as the farmer looked him over, before he seemed content he wasn’t injured, scratching his head as well, before he walked around, probably to go in the barn and check on the chickens. Heather Location: Barn With: Spark and Bo As the farmer opened the door, Heather bounded out and around to the two dogs. “Are you two alright?”, she asked, looking worried. While she knew they could handle their own, especially Bo, they were friends, and she didn’t want to see them get hurt. Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey “Thank you for the offer, but I should get back. My housefolk is probably beside himself.”, Shadow said. “I’ve been out longer before, but never during a storm.”, he said. He purred softly at her mention of him being fun to be around. “Well, you’re not to shabby yourself. I only tried because I knew you’d have my back.”, he said. “I’ll definitely be back, if you’ll have me.”, he said. “When the weather’s better, at least.”, Shadow said with a chuckle, his tail waving playfully. It would be nice to have another friend, someone to come and visit in the forest. He liked his walks in the woods, but they could be lonely sometimes. Having someone to come visit, someone to hunt with, would be nice |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 30, 2023 10:13:14 GMT -5
(As long as 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 is fine with it, Gardenia and Wisteria are now open again in the forest!) |
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 12:11:28 GMT -5
Light ouuu i like that idea. i think cinder and cotton would have gotten along very well, maybe when all the cats come together she and smoke can interact and maybe she remembers him as a kit? also, waiting on the techs to get everything situated bear with me yall!
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Post by Light on Aug 30, 2023 12:56:47 GMT -5
(Awesome! Have no fear, there is no rush. :3)
(Ooh. Cotton probably wouldn’t be the most chummy and would have only visited when completely necessary, but Cinder would have probably been the only cat she would allow onto her land. The only cat she might sort of listen to or share with. The only cat who might know her reasoning for sending off her kits as she does. Due to that history, though cautious, she might hold Smoke in somewhat higher regard and his words miiiight just have a biiit more sway with her. That would be cool if she recognized him sometime. ^^)
(It’s kind of funny. I haven’t been able to roleplay Cotton as I originally designed her because she has been beat since day one. XD She didn’t stand a chance against a lone helpless kit.)
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 13:20:39 GMT -5
lmao can’t wait to see her in her normal state <3
but cinder would have been very understanding. she would never judge any of her patients and was a very straightforward cat. maybe she saw past cotton’s wariness/guard during their first meeting. when her kits were young cinder sheltered them away from her patients as not to let cats think them as a weakness and take advantage of her, so she would have completely understood cottons choice of raising her kits and may have even agreed with her on some instances.
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Post by Light on Aug 30, 2023 15:18:23 GMT -5
(Mother pals. I like it. ^^ They were mostly professional in their interaction and were able to share the adventures of mothering with one another while they were at it. Or something like that. ;3 I’d say Cotton might have been extra grumpy due to feeling somewhat ashamed at needing help the first couple times, but she would have grown to respect Cinder. If Cinder was ever having a bad day, Cotton would probably defend her or speak strength to her in a frank, brusque sort of way.)
(Haha. It’s just that when I initially made Cotton, I could only picture how irrationally angry she’d get when cats would trespass her domain. A grumpy old cat with no allies because she drove everyone away. I’d say her character has really developed and filled out quite nicely since then. ^^)
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 30, 2023 15:38:48 GMT -5
(Fine with me runningsky123 :3 and lol, I was trying to decide whether I wanted him to be flirtatious with them but I like Night being one of the cats against the clans being rebuilt. He definitely would not let up letting go of his patch of land) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 30, 2023 15:46:15 GMT -5
( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 I love it, it makes a better story to have some interpersonal drama and conflict. And ooh now I kinda want to have him maybe get flirty with Wis to try and undermine the Clan once she’s in it? If that would be in his character of course. But try and use getting close to her to mess stuff up for the Clan?) |
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 30, 2023 16:21:36 GMT -5
(I like that! It would definitely be something Night would do, he’s very manipulative when it comes to getting what he wants. And if that’s to keep his territory then so be it xD poor wisteria)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 30, 2023 16:42:53 GMT -5
(I kinda got that feeling but just wanted to check. And Wisteria’s naive enough to fall for it. Im down! I love some good drama, livens things up.)
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Post by soot on Aug 30, 2023 17:05:52 GMT -5
Lada w/ River ( Junospower ) Location, Forest, near the river. Lada smiled at the tom's response, ears tilting a tad. Lada, even with all of that 'encouragement' (She thinks. Sarcastically) from Spackle's makeshift parenting. She's not the most eloquent with words, she just tries her best to be polite- Lada almost hisses as the particularly freezing gust of wind that passes by, shivering with little restraint as she hunches into herself. The tom's exclamations mirroring Lada's own. Stars above! Her claws dig into the dirt, which, huh, not a good idea. That just makes her paws more cold. With chattering teeth, she thinks maybe.. maybe they should take this conversation else where? If the tom still wants to converse, of course. Lada's all the willing, but only Stars know if he has any friends or, well, just things he needs to get back to. So with a polite, and also slightly desperate tone, Lada asks. "M-m maybe we can talk elsewhere?" Lada suggests, the cold making her words not quite as smooth as she'd like. Goodness gracious the cold is seriously getting to her, "I know a few good spots- warmer spots that is." The only thing Lada can really think about is the breeze reaching her skin, her chattering teeth, and numb paws. And perhaps the half eaten trout.
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 17:16:03 GMT -5
finally back in service :'3 finishing up replies now! Light we love a good character development! i am all for cotton and cinder's relationship, makes me almost wish i didn't kill her off :') but life must go on full circle! it just seems like they're friendship would have been so cute. grumpy and guarded cotton and laidback/blunt cinder. cinder also would have been unsure of the clans at first because she would have felt like all cats should be welcomed to her den, and the clans would take away from that. but smoke's visions and determination would have eventually won her over because she supports her son her favorite child |
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Post by soot on Aug 30, 2023 17:22:06 GMT -5
Ahh, happy everything's back up and running Whispering! c:
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Post by Light on Aug 30, 2023 17:52:08 GMT -5
(Ooh. Love the plot ideas.)
(Hooray! ^^ Haha. Indeed. Currently debating whether or not Cotton would have heard of Cinder’s death. Maybe she had and stopped coming before she heard that Smoke took over. Ah yes, I could see that working very well. Cotton would much appreciate Cinder’s bluntness- she may argue a bit- but that’s where Cinder’s laidback behaviour would come in handy. :3
I like adding history and family to Cotton’s backstory since she has so many moons under her belt. (Even though she isn’t the oldest anymore. XD) I’m hoping it’ll help inspire me for her cache of stories.)
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 18:32:32 GMT -5
Quinn
The woods // with Spackle soot
Toms. Always trying to save the day. Quinn thought with an irritable flick of her tail, huffing.
Not many cats like her. What did that mean? Petite? Slender? Belonging to twolegs? Sometimes she hated how easy it was for cats to pinpoint the human scent. It always gave her away. Always made cats belittle her as if she was some weakling who strayed out too far. This cat didn’t know her. She’d been born in this wild. She had never abandoned her wild roots, even if she did live with twolegs. Quinn knew her wildside almost better as she did herself.
“No, I’m not lost.” She retorted finally. Her eyes narrowed unable to mask her annoyance. “My nose works just fine, thank you.” Fluffing out her tabby coat at the chilling winds. There was no point in hunting. It was best to make her way back to her hole in her birch tree. After she got rid of this newcomer of course.
Sure he seemed like a nice cat. He didn’t seem to be threat to her. Perhaps if they’d run into each other on a different day, a day she was on one of her high moods, she would be more receptive to his presence. But today would not be that day. She wanted nothing more than to walk away, no matter how rude it may have come off. What did this cat expect from her? It was cold and a storm was coming. Surely no cat would be open to chat at a time like this?
Lifting her head, she drew in a deep breath through gaped jaws. Hmph. He smelled of the twolegs too… though it was more faint than her own. Perhaps he was lost. Quinn stood silent moments longer. Staring at the gray tom blankly, unsure what to say.
“What do you want?” She repeated, this time more impatiently. He hadn’t exactly answered her the first time. Who answered a question with a question anyway? "Can't you see more snow is coming soon?"
✧✧✧ Leo
The barn // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
There Leo marched on. His amber eyes and ears alert. Everything seemed quiet. The other’s might have thought it was extreme for him to patrol the farm himself, but it was necessary. Predators grew hungry during the winter. And hunger only made animals more desperate. It wouldn’t be too far fetched to find a fox or coyote scent a little too close to the fences. And of course they had the dogs, but who could trust a dog’s judgement? Of course they were trained for the defense but who could it hurt to check? He could scent the musky odor of fox on the wind towards the chicken pens, but the heavier scent of dog let him know Bo and Spark had gotten to it already. He grunted irritably at the thought. Here was playing around, missing out on protecting the farm. But for good reason.
The stocky tom simply flicked his ears to response of Lillith’s apology. There was no need to be sorry. Leo knew he was a cat of business, nobility! He could understand how the calico molly would want to meet his standards. But he was not interested in that for a mate. He admired her kindness and her spirit. Even her flaws. It was those characteristics that had attracted him to her in the first place. Her character and her looks that was.
“We can stop, it’s no issue.” The dog’s were awake now. It wouldn’t hurt to pause for Lillith. He knew she was probably in pain. “Let’s head back to the barn since its closest.” He wouldn’t have her walking too far. She was injured after all. No matter how she tried to deny it. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 18:40:37 GMT -5
Smoke wasn’t sure what response he was expecting from Percy. But it surely hadn’t been this one. The gray tom sitting silently as he listened. His ears drooping and a soft gasp escaping him, green eyes as wide as moons. Losing his mother had been very hard on him the first year. He knew all about loss and the loneliness that accompanied it. The emptiness of waking up expecting to see a familiar face but only being greeted by an equally empty nest. He’d have never guessed the ginger tabby would have gone through so much. But perhaps you could not assume things about cats. There was no way to truly peer into one’s life and know of all their pain and hurt. Wounds were easy to heal. It was the one’s on the inside you had to be careful with.
His green eyes searched Percy’s. Feeling the grief that came from them. This Lavender character… she had hurt him the most it seemed. Had they been more than just companions? Did he have feelings for her? And if they were, how could she just up and abandon him? The thought made Smoke resentful. How could any cat do that to him? Shaking his head, he leaned forward to give Percy comforting licks between his ears. Murmuring words of comfort and encouragement. A skill he knew all to well from his field of healing.
It made him feel even more at ease that he’d decided to stay the night with the tom. Percy had been abandoned. More times than he liked to count. Something he didn’t deserve. The paternal instincts would not allow that to happen again. He had earned a friend in Smoke, that was for sure.
“I’m sorry.” He meowed softly, leaning even closer to the tom. “Hey, those cats don’t know what they missed out on. I would never abandon you. I think you're a great cat.” He went on, passion tracing his voice and gleaming in his green eyes as if he were speaking about healing or his strange dreams.
He was more than sure they had been meant to run into each other today. Percy needed him. They were both in need of each other's company. And his ancestors had guided him to Smoke's way. He was sure of it. That had to be why. "I'd never leave you." The gray tabby added more softly, looking shyly away from Percy and scooting away from him.
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Post by soot on Aug 30, 2023 19:06:35 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn ( whispering ) Spackle's sudden drop of patience was startling, even to himself. So when his.. façade dropped, ears perked up in his usual manner of calmness, his fur flattening. The previous mannerisms gone within seconds. Spackle can put up a mask in moments, and drop it just as quick it seems. Hah! He's sure Zee would be cackling at the display. His misty blue eyes shift as well, rather then anxious looking, fake of course, they're.. cold, almost. He had an infinite amount of patience most days, but he's apparently not in the mood. If the molly wants him away, he's almost inclined to turn tail right this second. He resists the urge, for the moment. "Yes, I do see the snow. I've been out here for much longer than you have, rest assured." He says in his trade mark uninterested tone, tail curling around his paws as he sat in the light layer of snow already on the ground. He's really, really not in the mood for this, is he? But.. he still has that odd feeling. Hold out a bit longer, and perhaps he'll find something worthwhile? Now to answer the she's other question. "What I want is to make sure you're no threat. The tone I'm hearing from you is starting to say otherwise." He says, pausing a moment before letting out a sigh, bringing a paw up to hold over his muzzle before putting it back down. Nevermind, abort, abort. "Nevermind. You've not clawed me yet. Be on your merry way, its not as if we'll be of any use to each other anyhow." Spackle finishes, sour mood worsening as the trees shook under a strong breeze. As much as he.. is moderately sure of this cat's decency, he cannot know for sure. (He's suddenly very conscious of how much of a blabber mouth he can be. Huh.)No need to risk anymore with his suddenly loose words. He oughta scamper off, before she does let those claws loose on him. So with a sharp flick of his tail, he gets to his paws once more, obviously ready to take his leave. And perhaps make a run for it, if the molly's aura is of any indication. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 20:58:53 GMT -5
Quinn
The woods // with Spackle soot
You would think the tabby queen would be satisfied. This had been what she wanted after all. Solitude. But watching the gray and white cat lose his patience with her and turn tail brought her the opposite feeling. Quinn did not have any humility, she was also very confident. Maybe even prideful at times. And she did not hold her tongue for any cat. Not now and not ever. But she could not understand why with this cat, she felt inclined to say something more.
"Wait." She called out. Stifling back a growl, disappointed in herself. A heavy sigh escaped her jaws as if dreading this. Where this sudden compassion came from she could not imagine. Not even on the moors had she been raised in such a way. She only showed compassion to Fran and Wila. Cats who deserved it. She didn't even know this tom.
Flattening her ears, she grumbled, "Do you... have somewhere to go?" She wouldn't- couldn't -offer her housefolk's home. Harley wouldn't allow it. Let alone her smothering humans. And her tree was only big enough for her limber body. But maybe there was some way she could help him out.
You don't even know his name! But she refused to ask. She wasn't sure she wanted him to know her name. The least she would do was help him out. Then she would disappear. Just a cat he had run into one day, left wondering who she was or what her story was.
Quinn wanted no other dealings. She would help him in any way she could and then be back on her way. Back to her life being a solitary huntress. Following the mysterious call of the forest.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 30, 2023 21:31:46 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The molly nodded, turning tail to follow after him back in the direction of the barn. The wind carried with it the scent of fox. She whipped her head around in the direction, eyes wide with fear. The fur along her spine beginning to rise. But the scent of dog relaxed her. They were dealing with the threat. Was that why Leo didn't mind tending to her instead? Lillith couldn't help the pang of guilt that stabbed at her. She knew how important patrolling was to Leo and she'd interrupted it with her presence. Well, Leo had approached her first, but if she hadn't been out so early gazing out at the moor... Her thoughts circled back to the ginger tom's earlier statement on liking her for who she was. Maybe he really did care for her. She still couldn't quite put her paw on why. But she was determined to ask him. Even if it made her feel anxious at what his answer could be. Thinking that Leo only cared for her looks had been easier to cope with. Easier for her to brush off. But he liked her for who she was? Even your clumsiness. It baffled her. "Leo, I have a question." She blurted, instantly regretting it. Mouse-brain. She scolded herself, flattening her ears and looking down at the ground. "I-uh- what exactly..." Lillith paused, taking a deep breath before mewing, "Do you really like me for who I am? My looks have nothing to do with it?"----- (Idk if it's their dynamic or what, but I kind of am rooting for to die accidentally or tragically at some point due to their relationship. I'm thinking from bearing kits or maybe a fight, but I'm not sure if you plan for Leo to be that kind of possessive)
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Post by whispering on Aug 30, 2023 21:40:58 GMT -5
ouuu that could be interesting. no, i think leo genuinely cares about her enough not to harm her, he simply just thinks the way he handles things are the right way. so if he were to be the cause it would have to be a genuine accident and he would be devastated
but bearing kits also seems interesting, my poor boy he would feel he was to blame either way we choose :’(
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Post by soot on Aug 30, 2023 23:08:07 GMT -5
Location, the forest.
Spackle's paw steps paused mid air. Well. He's not one to miss out on an opportunity, now is he? White and gray fur ruffles in the slight breeze as he turns back to the molly. Still standing on his paws, he looks over the dark colored she. With slightly curious eyes, before turning to his usual look. She seems.. like she's perhaps taken some sort of risk, on a whim you could say. Spackle's talent, well, skill is a better word for it. It took learning, he didn't gain the ability out of nowhere. But he's quite keen at telling another's emotions.
Shaking his curious thoughts out of the way, he quickly asks himself a simple question. Does he have somewhere to go?
.... Huh. Not really. There's.. visiting, exploring, taking emergency shelter. He- well, Stars above, Spackle doesn't really have an actual place to go does he? He knows secrets, cubbies, caves, dens. Not a home. He almost scoffs at the thought, like some random cat would offer him a home. Before he's quiet too long Spackle decides to go with his go to, 'Why not!'
"..." Well, this is harder than he'd thought it'd be. His blue eyes have a flash of apprehension, tail curling a tad hesitantly. "..If you're offering, well. I'm not one to refuse shelter. If we do though, we oughta get moseying on soon."(God- he really does blabber so much doesn't he- And he's doing it again- oh) He stops for a moment. "I'm not a useless cat, if there's anything you'd like in repayment?" Well. That's stupid, very, very stupid. You never mention repaying, you go out of your way to make sure they forget it. Stars- he's not gotten soft, perhaps he's tired?
Resisting shoving his face in the snow, and acting like a scared kit. He settles for.. slumping his shoulders, and giving what he assumes is his look of gratefulness. A loose tongue, maybe he's finally on the right track to.. finding that 'meaningful' thing in life he's looking for.
Eh. Probably not, but a tom can hope, can't he?- ehhh, not really.
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Post by Myst on Aug 31, 2023 3:20:03 GMT -5
I'm lurking at work and just wanted to say I'm living for all the drama that's popping up I love it so much - I'm excited to see how it all plays out
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 31, 2023 10:43:25 GMT -5
(Goodmorning everyone :3 and, honestly, same myst! whispering Hmm, I kind of want to do both. I still plan for her to join EtherClan eventually, so maybe when she's closer to having the kits she escapes to the clan. And she'll die either during or after giving birth tbd ^.^ Maybe I'll just stick to her dying from bearing kits.) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 11:46:19 GMT -5
(Goodmorning everyone :3 and, honestly, same myst! whispering Hmm, I kind of want to do both. I still plan for her to join EtherClan eventually, so maybe when she's closer to having the kits she escapes to the clan. And she'll die either during or after giving birth tbd ^.^ Maybe I'll just stick to her dying from bearing kits.) oh man if this happens I feel like Alice is gonna have a twisted view of it and believes that the Clan is the reason Lilith died. This would definitely spur her to dislike the clans even more |
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 12:02:25 GMT -5
o: her escaping to the clan first is a great idea
maybe Leo and Alice don’t find out until they decide to go and get lillith? and when they find out they think they should take the kits but the clan doesn’t allow it?
if alice blames the clan, leo would also have some resentment after letting everything sink in. he would still hate himself but he would hate the clan even more for existing and allowing lillith to even get the idea to escape there
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 12:48:29 GMT -5
Leo
The barn // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
The tom went silent for a second. Letting her question sink into him. She only thought he liked her for her looks? Well, it wasn't too mouse-brained of a thought. Leo enjoyed his own presence due to his looks, but also his personality. Was Lillith's self-esteem really so low? Did she doubt herself to be a great cat? Character wise. "Of course." He began, keeping his amber eyes trained ahead of them towards the barn.
"I think you're beautiful, sure," Leo went on, flashing her a glance and a wide grin, "But your personality solidifies it. You're like a curious kit at times. Always getting into things, learning as you go. But that's not a bad thing! I just think it's cute." He shrugged his broad shoulders, turning his attention back to the path ahead. "And you're so welcomin'. Always friendly. Especially towards Peanut and Wonder. You help out whenever you can. I admire these things about you." He also thought he could help her work on them. But he couldn't tell her that. She already doubted herself enough. Lillith didn't need help. She just needed a push in the right direction. And Leo would give her that push. "What do you think of me?" He asked, a gleam of mischief in his amber eyes. "Think I'm just some big arrogant know-it-all?"
✧✧✧ Quinn
The woods // with Spackle soot
She was fully expecting the tom to say no. No thanks, I have somewhere to go. But of course that would have been too easy. What was she gonna do now? Cuddle up to him in her hole of solitude? Sneak him into her house, past Harley's superior nose? Her barking was sure to alert their humans. Maybe if she could speak to her first... Harley didn't mind Fran and Wila. They were... acquaintances at most. Quinn herself tolerated the brute of an animal. It was new cats- outsiders- she was not fond of.
"You can come to my home." She said reluctantly, regretting offering the place she wanted to avoid most. But there would be no time to find him a shelter in this weather. The winds were already growing colder, hungrier. "My housefolk- er twoleg, home." Maybe he wasn't very keen of twolegs. "If you want. If not, then you can forget this whole thing." The tabby molly half-expected him to. So she wouldn't have to return to her home so quickly. With the snow her housefolk were surely worried about her after not coming home the previous day. Perhaps they thought she'd frozen to death. No. They were smarter than that. They probably weren't worried at all. Quinn was not the friendliest to her housecat. She only allowed them to pet her when she deemed appropriate. Only really interacting with them when she was bored or hungry. Swiping and biting at their hairless paws until they yowled. Racing to take cover before they could react any further. It had brought her joy when she was younger, but now it was simply to spite the strange creatures.
Repayment? His next words she was not expecting. Squinting her eyes at the gray and white cat suspiciously. What could he possibly give to her? Why was he so kind to her when she had been so rude before? She definitely would not have reciprocated the kindness had the roles been reversed. But maybe this tom was simply just friendly in that way. A trait in which she lacked. "You don't have to repay anything. It's just... the right thing to do, I suppose."
A thing she hadn't been raised to do. No the moor cat who'd brought her up would have told her to be more cautious. Not to trust this cat. But she had no reason to doubt him. What could he steal from her? Her home? Her housefolk? It wouldn't be much of a loss anyway. Only a cat with a thorn in their paw would be so wary of every little thing. Quinn had left that life behind years ago. She had erased it from her mind. Why was it so adamant on making a return now?
Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the newcomer. Awaiting what his decision would be.
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 31, 2023 13:00:08 GMT -5
(These are all really nice ideas <3 I think if Lillith has her kits in the clan, her dying wish would be to not let them go back to the farm. Maybe she would warn them that Alice and Leo would come for them? She would be against all the hostility towards the clan cats which could also play a part in why she thinks it best to escape with the kits? As for how she dies either something goes wrong or she gets sick afterward and dies later on.
Also will get my reply up once I'm out of school.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 13:03:32 GMT -5
Wila »
It wasn’t until Flame responded that Wila realized she had been holding her breath. Sharply she exhaled, the air around her muzzle swarming with a mist as her lungs released the air they had been holding inside. Her shoulders sagged, tense as she had waited for Flame’s answer to her question. While she wanted to believe it was foolish of her to be wary of the tom’s response, she realized that Flame was still a relatively new cat to her. What they knew of one another was little. Wila was comfortable with Flame, enough so that she had agreed to head out into the snowy pine forest alone with him, but a rational part of her realized that all of this was new to her - the tom, the territory, just everything in general. How he responded to being told ‘no’ was foreign to her. For all she knew he could explode with anger at being shot down - not that she thought he would do that, but she could never be sure until he answered, and now that he had answered, she knew what to expect. Flame was a reasonable tomcat. He wasn’t going to get mad or upset with her if she told him something he may not want to hear. He’s better than Chai ever was, the molly thought bitterly. How often did Chai get upset with her because she had told him something he didn’t want to hear? Why, just yesterday he had been upset with her after she had once again told him she wouldn’t be his mate and have kits with him. If not for that, she would have never left her den yesterday. She would have never met Flame.
A new tightness formed in the depths of her chest at the thought. A pang of something like longing constricted her, tugging at her breath and making it hard for her to breath. She barely knew Flame, but already the thought of having never met him caused her a storm of confusing emotions. Not having Flame in her life just felt wrong.
The molly freed herself of these thoughts when the ginger feline nudged her, whispering about how they should get back to hunting. Wila nodded, though she gave one last glance in the direction of the moor. She would go there one day soon with Flame. Something out there was important to him, and she wanted to help him discover whatever that was.
A rustle in the dead grasses nearby caught the molly’s attention. Rather than crouch down her instinct was to perk herself up. She got to her tiptoes, peering out over the crinkled ferns that were dotted with drops of snow. It wasn’t until Flame crouched that she realized she should be making herself smaller as well; embarrassment heated the tips of her ears momentarily before she eased herself into a crouch, now eyeing a mouse that had revealed itself.
”I got this,” she whispered, trembling with excitement at the thought of this being her first catch. Wila shuffled forward, focusing on the silence of her pawsteps. While she did a rather good job at keeping quiet, she wasn’t paying attention to how her tail quivered and her whiskers twitched, causing more motion than was necessary. Wila paused a few steps away from the mouse before she bunched her muscles and pounced, yet right as she lifted off the ground the mouse startled, aware of the predators’ presence. The rodent quickly turned and fled, leaving Wila empty-pawed as she landed on the ground with a hiss. ”Damn it!” Her tail lashed in frustration, claws digging into the semi-frozen ground. ”It got away,” she hissed a loud as if Flame didn’t just see her miss the first prey they had spotted all day.
Alice »
Ah, so there was a stubborn streak to this molly. Now that was interesting. Since meeting this other molly in the mountains there had been little to no signs of her being stubborn, but now it was showing in her declining Alice’s offer. This didn’t bother the tortoiseshell. In fact, she found it somewhat admirable. A bit stupid as well, but admirable nonetheless. It was exactly what Alice would do if the roles were reversed and she were the one carrying the hawk. It wasn’t like there was anything to be proved by holding on to the bird, but Alice’s pride would have made her hold on to the raptor for the rest of the way. She would have proved that the extra weight in the snow did not stop her. Besides, had Binx not showed up when she did Alice would have carried the bird all the way back to the barn on her own. But she didn’t have to worry about that. Binx was going to see it the rest of the way to the barn and Alice didn’t have to put in any extra effort whatsoever. The tortoiseshell could live with that.
The urge to leave the copse and start heading to the barn pulled at Alice’s paws, the irrational worry from earlier worming its way into the back of her mind. They're all fine. They’re grown cats that can take care of themselves, she told herself, letting out a slow sigh to release the concerns. She didn’t plan on staying in the copse for long, but she realized that both her and Binx needed a moment to clear off some of the snow that had melted into their pelts. Once they got to the barn they could fully groom, but this was their only chance to make sure they didn’t arrive completely soaked.
A strong gust of wind penetrating even the cover of the copse snapped Alice out of her thoughts. Green eyes squinted against the dull, snowy light that could be seen throughout some of the gaps in the thicket. And then Binx spoke up, saying she was ready.
Alice nodded. Another gust making its way through the gaps was enough for Alice to fluff out her fur and understand that they needed to get a move on lest the snow get too bad. She made sure Binx had the hawk securely in her jaws before she headed out of the copse and back into the open land of the moor. Right up ahead lay the first field that indicated the farmland. The field was open and exposed as well, no longer full of the corn that the farmer had planted on the land. While usually there was no disturbances in the field, Alice picked up movement coming from the far edge of the field, at first it was just a blurred motion, and then it became clearer, something larger than any cat could ever be; in the snowy landscape, Confetti’s pale pelt blended in, though it was clear to Alice that the Heeler was on her way, loping toward them with excitement. While the tortoiseshell knew what it now was, she realized that Binx would not.
The tortoiseshell looked over her shoulder at Binx, a warning in her eyes. ”One of the farm dogs has spotted us. Don’t be frightened, they’re all friendly.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 13:04:35 GMT -5
Solomon »
Diverging off the path to check out the fresh scent of another cat had not been in Solomon’s plans for today. Today he was supposed to look for moss and other materials he could use for his bedding, but he supposed that could wait. He still had a few hours before the weather would force him back to his den, and based on the scent this cat would not be a threat to the ticked tabby. The other cat’s scent was soft and warm, a telltale sign that he was dealing with a kittypet here. Kittypets were never a threat, and in fact, Solomon would sometimes spend time with a few of the house cats. He didn’t long for that sort of lifestyle, but the conversations he found himself in with kittypets always amused him. They always worried about the smallest of things, like if they were going to be fed wet or dry food that night. He had even once met a kittypet who fretted over her collar, having lost it after visiting another kittypet. The idea of wearing a collar sent a shiver down Solomon’s spine. What cat would want to wear a device that could potentially choke them? It made no sense to him whatsoever.
A wavering, nervous voice broke the forest’s silence. Solomon chuffed under his breath, shaking his head as he slid away from the thicket he had been standing near. He stood at his full height, which was rather tall for an average cat. Built more for the moor than for the forest, Solomon was a long-legged, slender tom, made for running. He looked down at a ginger tom through narrowed eyes, a spark of amusement lighting his gaze. ”What’s a kittypet like yourself doing out in the woods? The snow isn’t going to lighten up.” While Solomon wasn’t being aggressive, there was a certain air to him that read as condescending, perhaps even arrogant. Sure, he was friendly towards kittypets, but he was friendly with the kittypets that stayed on their own turf, the kittypets that remained inside their twolegs’ yards. This particular kittypet wasn’t far from twolegplace, but he was in the forest. Things were different in the forest, thus Solomon’s attitude change toward this tomcat.
As he took a step closer to the kittypet, Solomon noticed the odd object sitting dangerously nearby in a patch of dead grass. Anxiety fluttered in his chest, but he kept his composure, taking a smooth step back away from the object. He had seen the metal jaws before, back when he had stayed with the barn cats for a few seasons. Apparently the farmer didn’t use them very often - the dogs were more effective at deterring predators away than the metal jaws - but sometimes they were still set out as extra protection if need be. Solomon had learned to be wary of them, knowing what they could do to a cat’s paw, or any other body part. ”Have you noticed any more of these around?” The loner inquired, wondering if this was the only one in the area or if there were more.
Creamsicle »
Being able to catch a hawk sounded like something out of a kits’ tale her mother would tell her and her littermates. The thought of being able to do that sent a shiver of excitement down Creamsicle’s spine, her fur fluffing out along the ridge of her back. Hunting still seemed a little scary to her, the shriek of the rabbit from earlier softly echoing in the back of her mind, but being able to catch a hawk sounded like something the kit would want to do one day. At the very least she could use any potential hawk-catching skills to protect herself from any hawks that might come after her, especially if she were going to be staying on the moor with Cotton for some time.
The realization of that hit her hard as she lay there, paws pressed against Cotton’s flank. How long would she be out here living on the moor? How long would she be staying with Cotton? Already she had grown attached to the ticked tabby, seeing her as a mother figure now that her own mother was missing. Would Creamsicle ever see her mother again? And if she was found, where would Creamsicle go? Logically she would go back to living her life with her mother - it was all she had known up until a few days ago. Her mother would be so happy to see her, and she would be so happy to see her mother, but after spending a day with Cotton it would be hard to leave the older molly. Already she was starting to see Cotton as a second mother. The thought of leaving her left a heaviness inside Creamsicle’s chest that didn’t feel very good. It was tight and suffocating.
Maybe, just maybe, the kit could convince Cotton and her mother - if her mother ever found them or they found her - to live together, whether that be in twolegplace or on the moor, though from what Creamsicle knew about Cotton she doubted the old molly would want to live with humans. It would probably be much easier to get her mother to live on the moors than getting Cotton to leave them for somewhere else.
As she pulled away from her thoughts, Creamsicle gave a little wriggle from where she lay, paws still pressing into Cotton’s flank. Blue eyes looked widely up at the ticked tabby full of questioning. ”If my Momma finds me can you teach her how to catch hawks too? That way no hawks can ever get us,” she mewed hopefully, wishful that Cotton would say yes to that.
[ ohhh i love her den!! I can see it being used as a medicine den for sure
I feel like Creamsicle would be somewhat torn between adhering to Cotton’s wishes but also wanting to join the Clan. the idea of being with a bunch of cats and essentially having a large family again would really appeal to her, and she’d want cotton to be a part of that so she’d more than likely try talking to cotton about it and getting her to at least accept the clan and join ]
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