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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 13:04:56 GMT -5
Percy »
It hurt to think about Lavender. It hurt to know that she had just left him without letting him know anything, without giving him a reason. To this day he wondered if he had said something wrong or had done something she didn’t like, so much so that she had walked out of his life to never return. With the tom from the moorland - Quiver was his name - Percy had known that he was leaving. Quiver had told him the day before that he was leaving to go back to the moor, back to where he had been born. Quiver had told him that he was going to visit his mother - if Percy remembered correctly he had said his mother’s name was Cotton - and then go off to find his own home on the moor. Percy sometimes wondered if Quiver had ever accomplished that. He wondered if the tom was doing okay, if he had settled into a new home. Did he have a mate or kits? Percy probably would never know. He didn’t venture out to the moor very often.
While he could think about all those things with Quiver without it hurting too much, it was thinking about Lavender that truly hurt. He had no idea what had happened to her or why she had even left. It had only been her scent around his den the day she had left, telling Percy that she had left by herself. Nothing had snuck up on them in the middle of the night and took her. No, she had simply…vanished. Left. She had left Percy alone after all they had done together. He had gotten so used to her company that thinking about her not being there had never crossed his mind, and yet…
Something warm ruffled the fur between his ears. Percy glanced up, curious, finding that Smoke was gently rasping his tongue across the gap between his ears. Subconsciously he leaned into the touch, comforted by the other’s tom presence. Even if they had only met that day, Smoke was proving to be a rather good friend and a reassuring presence for Percy. The gray tabby healer was kind and gentle, personable and eager to share knowledge. He was glad he had run into the other tom, even if he had cost Smoke a meal.
For a while there Percy remained silent, simply taking in how close he was to Smoke. The other tabby’s presence was comforting. All the hurt, all the longing, and all the loneliness was melting away, turning into a sense of belonging. Into a sense of companionship. He heard Smoke’s words, purring in response. He trusted Smoke, he truly did, but a worm of doubt did wriggle around in the back of his mind, whispering to him, telling him that eventually Smoke would leave too. Quiver had left, Lavender had left, every cat had left, so why would Smoke actually stay? Because Smoke’s a cat of his word, Percy told himself firmly, and Smoke would never leave. He could only hope that was true.
It wasn’t until Smoke scooted away that Percy completely perked up. He looked at the gray tom with wide eyes before they narrowed amusingly. The ginger and white tom took a few steps, stopping only when he was close enough that he could playfully headbutt Smoke against the shoulder and then rubbing his head up to run his cheek alongside Smoke’s own in a gesture of gratitude. ”That means a lot,” he mewed sincerely only for his voice to then jump with laughter as he added, ”but you can’t get away from me that easily.” Thinking about Lavender had filled him with a heavy sadness, but steadily he was lightening up, the heaviness fading. It was filled with a light sensation, as if his heart could soar. Smoke didn’t even realize just how much his presence meant to Percy, just how freeing it made the ginger tabby feel, just how healing this was to his lonely soul.
[ casual other cotton kit cameo ]
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 14:18:02 GMT -5
Green eyes wide with shock, Smoke's breath caught in his throat at Percy's sudden touch. An awkward purr erupting from his body at the warmth the gesture sent through his body. He was happy that he had met the tom. That he could bring him peace of mind. And that Percy was here now to do the same for him. The seemingly sentimental moment now passed between both of them. Onto something new. Something inviting. A moment of closeness the gray tabby hadn't felt in years. Not since Cinder still walked the forest. But this intimacy, was different from what he shared with his mother. Closer. He couldn't quite put his paw on it yet.
There it was again. That subtle flirting. Was Percy flirting? The thought made his paw pads grow hot and his fur tingle. He gave his chest fur a few swift, embarrassed licks. "Oh I could never get away from you," He teased, smiling over at the ginger tabby. "We are surely bonded now. My partner in crime. My sidekick." The tom chuffed, eyes gleaming in his amusement. Forgetting all about the previous awkwardness he had felt from Percy's comments. They were friends now. Friends joked and played around, didn't they? He was sure Percy didn't mean it as anything more.
For once, Smoke's mind was at ease. His worries about sick patients and finding the meaning behind his dreams vanished. Now it was just him and Percy. Here, in this underground hollow. In a world of their own. Bonding and getting to know each other as true companions. Despite starting the morning off as complete strangers. But it seemed to be destiny. They had chemistry Smoke had never experienced with any cat before. They related and had differences. Percy was even interested in his skill in healing, even if he had no desire to learn himself. His excitement still brought Smoke great joy. Life as a healer could be lonely at times. He only had one real friend. Sure he was very friendly, getting along with most of his patients. But cats didn't stick around for friendships. They had lives of their own to return to, and Smoke thought it would be selfish to not understand that. Maybe, just maybe, Percy would fill the emptiness his mother had left deep within his soul.
Smoke gave a relaxed sigh, rolling over onto his back. Playfully swatting a paw up at the ginger tom. "As long as I'm here, you'll never have to be alone again." He mewed reassuringly, determination shining in his eyes.
Percy could come and live with him even if he wanted to. There was plenty of space. Smoke would sleep in his den, and Percy could sleep in his old den. The den his mother would hide him and his siblings in when they were too young to be around so many cats. They would still sneak out and spy on their mother. Or at least Smoke did. He always admired watching her work. His siblings quickly became bored with the activity, only finding interest when a severely injured cat appeared. Exclaiming about how gory the sight was. They didn't understand Smoke and Cinder's passion for healing. He often wondered where they were now. What kind of life they were living? If they were even still alive.
"You know when I was kit," He began, shifting his eyes up towards the earthy ceiling above them. "I never wanted to be alone. I didn't want to part ways with my mother. The life of a rogue or loner just didn't appeal to me. So I thought maybe, maybe if I prove to my mother I can be a healer too, she will let me stay. And she did. But sometimes I think... if I didn't have any talent, where would I be now?" Where would he be now? He still wasn't sure. Maybe he would have found Percy again in that alternative life. Maybe they would have become companions long before. Maybe even more than just companions...
No that was silly. Did Percy even want a mate? Did he want a mate? Kits? Smoke had never really had time for it. Maybe one day far into the future. And maybe Percy would be apart of that future if he wanted to. (we love cotton's kittens :3 my heart is melting at this developing relationship C': like omg I die. poor oblivious smoke unsure how to move forward with these new foreign feelings. he'll just pretend they are only friendly feelings for now also i'm down for etherclan keeping the kits o: it would just give leo more of a reason to hate the clan. first his mate, and then his children?? i kind of want one of the kits to eventually leave to go be with their father but i don't want it to be me bc it wouldn't be as fun since leo is my cat x.x) |
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2023 14:36:30 GMT -5
Location // The woods
Spackle made his observing less obvious, seemingly just staring at the cat who was addressing him. When she brought up her twoleg place, he was surprised. The molly, well, seemed.. uh, not very welcoming.(That's certainly a way to put it) And even, let alon, inviting him to her twoleg place? That's, well, very, very interesting. The whim of which she changed her mind almost made him scoff- or laugh? Giving a considering look.. he decides to push just a tad before the snow starts pelting them.
"I would say yes-" He pauses, for the dramatic effect. And to perhaps see how the she reacts in the mere moments he's quiet. "But you don't seem very fond of the place." Spackle finishes, tail sweeping in the snow bellow him as his lightly gray speckled face gave the she cat a look. Head tilted and an ear quirked. She was definitely and interesting one, and he's a bit keen on seeing more. But he's also keen on not getting clawed-
"I'm not one to take up an offer if the one offering suffers for it. Perhaps- well, there's somewhere else you'd prefer?" Why not go and waste time on trying to bring more comfort to some random she cat that just moments ago wanted to claw your face off. Way to go, Spackle. He does take gratefulness at the sudden shift of kindness though, he just hopes she doesn't shift attitudes again. So with an odd sense, of not often found, insecurity- he awaits the she cats reply. |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 15:09:39 GMT -5
i know theyre so cute ;w;
percy isn't oblivious, but he's probably gonna be cautious about moving the relationship further for a while
he may not be truly comfortable with moving things forward until after the clans are starting to form - he'll realize smoke cant easily leave him once theyre in a clan together
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 15:32:44 GMT -5
"No I-" Quinn paused, thinking over her words. Why did this tom have to be so observant. Why couldn't he just do as he was told? Just go with the flow and give simple yes or no answers. Of course she wasn't ready to go back home. But she also was not too keen on the idea of snuggling up close to this stranger in the hole of the birch tree. At least in the den they could stay separately from one another. He could be warm and she wouldn't have to feel as bad knowing he was left out in the cold. "I won't suffer for it." She would. Mentally if nothing else. "It's just..." How could she tell him about Harley? What if he didn't like dogs? Fran didn't care for the big burly dog. And she knew it wasn't rare for other cats to not be fond of the creatures. "Just come on. Trust me." This cat had no reason to trust her. But if he wanted to be warm, surely it was the smart thing to do? She would deal with Harley when the time came about.
Turning tail, the tabby she-cat trotted briskly through the snow. Having to raise her paws higher in order to cover more distance through the thick snow that already lay on the ground. And to think even more snow was coming. How unfortunate. Hunting would surely be close to nothing for the next few days until the snow melted.
"My housefolk won't bother you as long as they don't see you. And er," She paused again. Debating if she could even tell him the truth. She wanted this cat to be sheltered. To sleep tonight with a full belly. Ew. She cringed at how much she cared. But she felt inclined. Perhaps it was her housecat instincts taking over. "But don't worry about that. I'll handle it. There'll be plenty of food. I'm not a kibble kind of gal'. I'm sure you would like it." The concoction of raw meat and toppers was one of the few reasons she enjoyed her humans. Even if she refused to be touched by them, at least they still fed her well. It was the least they could do. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 15:35:30 GMT -5
that'll be fine with smoke :3 it would take some getting used to caring for a cat again on a deeper level, and he would be scared to become so dependent on Percy. he is a clingy baby but wouldn't want to scare him away. and very awkward, Cinder unfortunately did not prepare him for romance x.x soot spackle's a cutie <3 my depiction of him in my mind was definitely way off lmao |
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 31, 2023 16:07:13 GMT -5
Percy »
Those words sounded like perfection to Percy. For all that he was he was a lonely soul, drifting around in search of a partner that would stick by his side no matter what. A few times he had thought he had found that partner, but every time he had been proved wrong. His hopes of finally finding companionship had been crushed each time he had dared to dared to dream of a life he could have together with some other cat, and despite his wariness, despite the apprehension that he felt, hearing Smoke speak of bonds and being sidekicks healed a wound that Percy had been harboring for seasons.
What a healer this gray tabby was indeed.
Percy playfully jumped back as Smoke rolled over to expose his soft underbelly. He chuffed with mirth, ducking down to avoid Smoke’s paw, yet going just a bit too slow, the other tom’s soft-furred paw whisking across the tips of Percy’s ears. ”That sounds really nice,” replied the ginger and white feline. While his expression remained alight with play, his words were light with contentment. With happiness. Percy had only known Smoke since this morning, but from what he gathered about the other tom was that Smoke was a cat of his word. He was a healer, for forest’s sake! Healers wouldn’t lie. Healers wouldn’t go back on their promises. If they did then they’d be pretty crappy healers.
The talk of Clans came back to Percy as he stared down at the gray tabby before him. Two grounds, one in the forest, one in the moor. A community of cats that shared territory with one another and lived together. Having friends and family that all lived with one another for their entire life rather than splitting ways after reaching a certain age…that sounded nice to Percy. It sounded like so many dreams he had had. He wondered what would happen if those Clans returned. Would he and Smoke join one? Would they be able to settle down and start a future with one another as friends, as companions? Maybe, just maybe, this meant that, finally, Percy would have a friend that would stick by his side.
Smoke’s voice snapped Percy out of his thoughts. His head cocked to the side as he listened to the tabby speak, and as he did, Percy padded closer to Smoke, shifting until he was curled up against the healer. He blinked in thought, digesting Smoke’s words and taking them in. ”I can understand that in a way. I mean, I never worried about having talent, but I never liked the idea of leaving my family when I knew it was inevitable.” Percy’s mother had been a wonderful cat in many ways, but she had always been a traditionalist. Once her kits had reached an age in which they could fend for themselves she had sent them on their way, and if they tried to stay with her any longer than that she’d chase them off. Percy was sure if she had to do that it would have broken her heart, but she would have never told another cat that out loud. It was simply how life was. A queen would raise her kits and, eventually, she’d send them away and move on with her life, raise another litter, and start the process all over again. It wasn’t a life that Percy was all that thrilled with, but it’s just how things worked.
It sounded like Smoke felt the same way, or at least Smoke didn’t like the idea of going out on his own. Smoke wanted to be with somebody just as much as Percy did. He leaned forward, pressing his nose comfortingly against Smoke’s ear. ”Talent or not, you would have found some other cat to stay with. You’re a pretty good cat, Smoke, just the way you are, and any cat can recognize that.”
[ awww smoke ;w;
Percy would love the cling, even if he’s not all that clingy himself. He wants to have somebody else, but he can be and is independent at the end of the day. He for sure is the type of bf, though, that leaves for work in the morning, and as soon as he gets home he prances over to his significant other and just bombards them with “what did you do today? Did you miss me i missed you, I found this cool feather and thought of you” ]
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2023 16:57:31 GMT -5
Location // The woods
Spackle paused, mulling over the molly's words for a moment before stalling at her use of the word 'Trust'. He didn't take her for the kind of cat to use those specific words, with a stranger anyway. Interesting. So before the turned tail she cat left him behind, he leaped- and then trotted alongside her. Just a tad behind though of course, she is the one leading after all. He idly took note of her lifted paws, resisting a purr of amusement. It's not like he's all that much larger than her, but enough that he doesn't struggle quite as much.
"Seeing me in all of this snow won't be a problem.." Spackle says quietly, tail rising to not drag in the snow. As resistant as he is to the cold, he's not as resistant to being drenched in icy cold water. With a glance to the sky, he resists a grimace as the snowflakes seemed to start falling. So gently, and elegantly, yet so freezing and deadly. As is many things, he supposes.
Turning to the speaking cat, with a tilted head, but still quirked and attentive ears. He just gives her a reassuring grin, responding to her other words.
"I'll take your word for it. I've had the worse those twolegs can offer, anyhow." He pasues a moment, easily stepping through a patch of pointy rocks. Of all things to make it through the snow, it's always the things you never, ever wanted. "Who'd think anycat would truly enjoy that dry, wood like food? If you can call it that." Spackle inquires quietly, shaking his head at the nearly inaudible grumbled finish of the sentence. Really though, who in the Stars above would be fond of it? And... dear stars, what has he come to? He's following a molly to her twoleg place, and he's not even told her his name. Spectacular.
"Ah- almost forgot. I'm Spackle, and you? If you're willing, of course." Spackle asks, and there he goes. A simple question turned into a long, over done sentence.(A random, and sudden insecurity he has now developed. Oh dear) He's been so used to making filler, he can't talk normally anymore. Sending a glare to his paws for a moment before trotting on a bit quicker. He's not eager to stay in the snow, though.. he could have been to one of his makeshift dens a while ago. This is vastly more interesting, intriguing if you will. There is one thing he's mildly worried about, though. Besides the random lack of formulating words the molly had. She has a.. familiar scent, not too much. Just a lingering one under her pelt. It's not as if you can get rid of a scent in a mere few days, so just as she smells of kittypet. She- oh.
Well.
Well-wait. Is.. is.. does she have a dog at her twoleg place?
(Lool- Spackle appreciates the compliment, haha. Anddd Same tho ;-; I thought Quinn looked way different till I looked at her image.. haha I was quite wrong. Oh- I had also wondered if you wanted to plan anything ahead? ._. I like winging it, but I like having a few things settled before hand. If there's anything important?) |
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 18:03:22 GMT -5
Motherhood was crazy in that way. Raise up kits to go off and start lives of their own. Some cats stayed together, like Smoke and his mother. But she hadn't allowed his siblings to also stay. Too crowded. Smoke is doing good for the forest, you two need to go out and make lives for yourselves. What am I to do with three grown cats still suckling off me? His mother had lectured. And soon enough, his siblings had vanished. Never to return. Perhaps her words had cut deep. Her words had always cut deep. She never held back, not even for her own kits despite how cruel it may have seemed. Smoke knew she meant well at least. She had told him so. She had told him a lot in her final years that he would forever hold onto.
The gray tom purred hearing his reassurance, "Well, thank you. I just wonder why it's taken so long for this mystery cat to notice now." He joked, rolling over onto his side so that he could look Percy in his eyes. Green meeting green. The depths of Percy's full of stories and emotions Smoke had yet to find out. Things he couldn't wait to learn more about. Curiosity gleamed in his own eyes as he thought of all the things he had yet to find out about Percy. So far he knew the ginger tom was sociable- at least towards him -, and an excellent fisher. He knew a bit about his pain, the dark thoughts that kept him awake at night. He knew what pushed him to keep going; an ongoing search to find a companion when he could just as easily have given up. He knew that the tabby found an interest in Smoke and his busy life. He was a listener. He listened to Smoke's strange story about his visions and had even gone as far as to believe him.
The clans. His curiosity increased as the thought returned. Now that Percy had joined him, would they find out about the clans? Would they really restore them? As the starry cats had pleaded with him to do? And if they did, would Percy stay? Would he be interested in living in the clan? Sylvan of the forest and Ether of the moors. Something he had yet to find out about the tom. A cat he was growing to admire more and more the more he learned. He was helping Smoke seek more information. That was enough support on its own. Who knew what the future would hold between the two?
Smoke blinked, realizing that he was still staring into Percy's green depths. Though this time he felt no embarrassment, only finding warmth from the subtle gesture. He was sure now that Percy didn't mind. They were friends now, they could be open with each other. And look deeply into each other's eyes.
"Do you really think we'll find out more about the clans?" He wondered aloud. A feeling of doubt overwhelmed him. He was a healer, and it was leafbare. He would have cats to tend to. When would he have time to go out playing adventurer, searching for clues? I suppose I could ask my patients. It wasn't the worst idea. And it brought him some relief. But what about Percy? They never wanted to separate. Smoke had promised him. The thought of being distant from the ginger tom pained him. But maybe Percy liked his independence. Maybe Smoke was getting too attached already. Like he had many years ago with his first crush. "And what will happen tomorrow? Will you... come with me to my den? How will we stay together if we live separately?"
✧✧✧ Quinn
with Spackle @ soot
The falling of the first snowflakes caused the molly to quicken her pace. Signaling with her ears for her companion, Spackle- definitely a housecat name -, to follow after her. They were almost at the fence line. Everything would be fine.
She stayed silent for a moment before replying, "Quinn." Her own human given name. But still hers. Her old name felt like a fever dream. Her old life in general did. But that didn't matter now. It had never existed for all she cared about. Now she was Quinn, the housecat. Making her way briskly back to her home to offer shelter to this strange tomcat who, might she add, she did not owe as much to. But she felt compelled to do so. Thinking of a way to prep Spackle for the huge brown and black creature that was her housemate.
"Look," She began again, pausing at the treeline to turn and look him in his grayish eyes. She took a deep breath. "My house is three houses down. Once we're over the fence and reach the door, I'll go in first." She paced a little away, scrambling her way up the wooden barriers. She flicked her tail for him to follow as she carefully made her way along the thin fence. Now frosted over with snow. Her tail angled behind her to keep her balanced. "I have to go inside first because Harley, a dog, will bark if I don't let her know you're coming first. And her barking will alert our housefolk. And then that would lead to a whole mess." She was rambling. Quinn hated to ramble, there was nothing she hated more.
"But it's fine. She won't bother you after you're in. Her and the huma- twolegs will stay away, she'll keep them away until you've gone." The tabby continued, leaping down for the post into the snow that blanketed her garden. "Just don't be scared. She can smell fear." Quinn purred, her whiskers quivering in amusement. Turning towards the cat door, she called over her shoulder, "Wait here, I'll be quick." Before disappearing into the house.
(augh i'm excited to see how their relationship grows C'; i can see them having an argument and both feeling completely distraught afterwards, though they would make up probably just as quickly soot honestly i'm enjoying their dynamic C: i like how spackle has a no-nonsense attitude towards her sassiness, quinn is not used to cats returning the same energy back to her(watch out spackle you're in for a wild ride with this one) quinn has terrible mood swings and they can be triggered very easily so it'll be interesting to see if their relationship grows into more or if he can learn to put up with her emotions :3 as for what happens in the house? they can just further get to know each other until they go to sleep and we can figure out what'll happen the next day) |
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2023 18:33:40 GMT -5
Location // The woods
Spackle's not one to lie- well. That's a lie. He's not one to lie to himself, is a better way to put it. He was mildly excited, and when hearing the molly's obvious twoleg name. Well, he can add another name to his list of acquaintances. hopefully friend in due time. Spackle's paws stop a moment after the fellow cat's giving her a curious look as she starts, choosing her words carefully.
He glanced past the treeline, this was a familiar route. He'd been here multiple times, he's a roamer, if he'd been to the forest, twoleg place, and barn in the same day. Well, anyone who knows him wouldn't be surprised. His surprise, and slight flash of apprehension comes with the rest of the shecat's words.
Third house down.
Taking a breath of cold air, he follows, easily leaping onto the fence along after her. Rather easy, though he takes about two seconds to enjoy the view as dread lands on his shoulders. Dogs.. he's not the fondest of them. His fur hides it well, but.. getting nearly mauled to death by a dog- ain't the best experience. He's just surprised anything grew back to be perfectly honest. (Twoleg medicine can almost work magic) And that he's alive, of course. So he just nods, ears tilting, and taking they molly's words with an odd amount of trust. But a tad bit of salt when they she hops down onto the fence.
For all he knows, she could be going to tell her dog friend something along the lines of, say, 'Hey! We have some weird tom following me!' And moments later, he'll relive the experience of having a dogs slathering, drooling maw around his flank again. Shuddering, and feeling the tiniest bit of fear- he shakes his fur. Of course, he'll go along the twoleg roads. Even stand in between those yellow lines as their monstrous things race by, he'll jump tree to tree, he'll go swimming in a rapids.
But star forbid the illusive, oh so dangerous, dogs are one of the things he fears the most.
Listening to the- well, Quinn's words, he settles onto the post. Blending himself in rather well with the snow as he crouches down, flattening his ears and tail, eyes narrowed. The scent of kittypet, twolegs, and dogs is apparent. His nose usually disregards any non necessary, but right now? Its almost burning. Scrunching his nose, he suddenly misses the smell of the river.
Shifting a tad antsily on his paws, he just waits. If he dies here well, less work for him. He just hopes he can claw the things eyes out, before he's ripped in half for dinner...
So, ignoring his slightly shaking paws, obviously not from the cold, he simply waits. With a sharp breathe, the tom's icy blue eyes drift to look over the twoleg paths and roads. Perhaps he should just make a run for it while he can? Hm.
(That sounds great to me, lol. Spackle.. is a rather loosely tongued cat, but in such specific ways. He does it to try and make others feel comfortable, and almost vulnerable you know? He's very closed off about personal things, but he could care less about where he's from. Ask him anything personal or not, and he'll easily get you off track with some random story, or guide you away from it in other ways. I'm sure Quinn will be an interesting cat for him to interact with more .w. Ahh- also, just realized how fun it'd be for Quinn to meet Spackles sort of adopted children, lol. All three of them c:) |
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Post by Light on Aug 31, 2023 20:54:54 GMT -5
(Yaaay! More Cotton children! ^^ She probably would not have chased Quiver off right away since he wasn't there to stay. Despite a reserved approach, she would have loved seeing and catching up with him again. She'd have been very proud of his decision to settle down somewhere.) (Cotton might be talked into coexisting faster than joining. Creamsicle and any blood relatives would be big swaying points for her on that decision.)  CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) At the next question, Cotton opened her eyes and looked down at Creamsicle's curious blue eyes. With a harrumph, she looked away. Looking after a kit was one thing, but a grown cat? A grown cat should know how to look after herself. For all she knew, Creamsicle's mother was dead- or good as dead for leaving her kit in such a state. If that cat dared come around here to look for her kit, Cotton would give her what-for and send her on her merry way. "Knowing how to hunt hawks doesn't guarantee safety. But knowing how and when to hide and fight will help," Cotton corrected instead of giving a direct answer. She risked another glance at Creamsicle's bright curious gaze, but quickly looked away again with a bit of a scowl. If by some miracle, Creamsicle's mother had some scrap of decency, perhaps she could show her a thing or two before sending them off~ if only to increase Creamsicle's chances at survival. "Does your mother have much hunting experience?" Cotton begrudgingly asked. Fearful of hawks and hesitant in the openness, the kit couldn't have been from the moors or the mountains. The only explanation was that she was from the other side of the river. The nearest locations across the river from where she found Creamsicle would be the forest and the twolegplace. There were a lot of cats in that area. She would have to keep a close eye out. If Creamsicle's mother really did come, she would like to be able to meet and decide for herself whether the she was any good before letting her meet Creamsicle at all. She didn't want to think that some strange cat would come and take Creamsicle away, but if that was what Creamsicle chose and if the mother truly hadn't been at fault, she wouldn't stop her. Perhaps it would be better that way; until then, Cotton would act as Creamsicle's guardian and teach her as best she could. Cotton's tail tip twitched as she thought, her unfocussed gaze facing toward the wall in front of her. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 31, 2023 20:56:41 GMT -5
What the hell am I doing? She wasn't sure. But it was too late, she was here now. Shaking out her pelt as she entered the house. Defrosting in the instant warmth it brought her. It didn't take her long to spot Harley, her already making her way toward her on clumsy, large paws.
"Quinn! You're back. I'd thought you got lost or something."
"Of course I didn't get lost!" Quinn snapped irritably, as if offended that she would assume such a thing. She knew her way around! Harley knew she was from the forest after all. The dumb dog. "Harley listen, I have a...friend here, and he's gonna come in here and stay the night-"
"He?"
"Yes, Harley, he-"
"Quinn you have a mate!"
"Harley! Listen," She hissed. Her ears flattened to her head. Harley was not listening at all and Quinn was losing her patience. She already didn't want to give this tom the light of day, but it was the right thing to do. And she was tired of hearing that. Repeating it to herself. And he was not her mate, not even anything close. She was just helping him. And she just wanted to get him inside before they alerted the twolegs. "I just need you to distract our people while I sneak him in, okay?"
The dog's deep brown eyes gleamed, and she nodded eagerly before turning tail and scampering away. Quinn gave an exasperated sigh before turning to exit and retrieve her newfound companion. Her blue eyes briefly scanned the garden before she finally spotted Spackle crouched low in the snow. "Come on, it's safe." She called, waiting for him to enter before reentering herself. Her ears pricked as she listened. The humans were in the other room cooing at Harley. She passed Spackle and led him in the opposite direction. A dark, musky room filled with random human objects. A covering hanging over the window blocking out natural light. This was where Quinn spent most of her time. The humans didn't come into this room. Not even Harley could fit underneath all the crevices Quinn liked to hide in. "Home sweet home." (quinn too is very guarded about her past, not even her closest friend's know of her true origins or where she came from before becoming a housecat. she's made herself forget a lot of traumatic events from when she's younger and can fall into a deep depression or an extreme rage when she returns to that place. so it'll be interesting seeing how it plays out between the two. and of course i'd love to see their interactions <3 sorry took a break to eat dinner) |
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2023 21:30:36 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn ( whispering ) Spackle could easily pick up the fresher scent of dog. But he dutifully puts up his usual manner of calm and collected. If cautious. Entering the twoleg place- goodness, he's really not been a kittypet for ages, has he? A house, its a house. Use those words of yours Spackle, it's not like you learnt them for nothing.. His ears perked at the sound of twolegs- humans, he scolds himself. Quickening his pace to not get noticed. His fur keeps him unnoticed outside, but quite the opposite inside. He takes a moment to mentally appreciate the flood of warmth in the molly's home, or perhaps one of her homes, might be a better way to say it. Slipping breezily into the room, he glances to his companion.
He flicks on ear a tad amusedly, at the felines words as he looks around. Hah, Home sweet home she says, though he's rather sure she scorns the place. Spackle's not one to be inappreciative of circumstances, so long as he's alive for them. As much as he may prefer sleeping in a burrow, or old owl nest. Human homes aren't bad, not at all. If.. well ,the scent is slightly horrific, but he's one to ignore things if he's not inclined on having them ruin his day. Or, night, in this case. Though. .actually- it might be a bit before then.
Good thing all of his traveling today left him more tired than usual, he supposes. Hopefully Boz, and Zee aren't missing him too much, Boz is probably keeping Zee quick on his paws. His whisker twitches in an odd sense of relief.
Blue eyes scan the room appreciatively, not too many human, nor dog, scents in here. It's dark, not a problem. But not a preference either, like that really matters anyway. Though, from the looks of it, many places to furl up and sleep safely out of eyes view. He doesn't know if the two- humans come in here often, a more hidden spot would be agreeable. So ignoring his shaking paws, he addresses the deft feline who led him here.
(He really does need to get over that dog fear, truly. Its more of a hinderance than anything.)"Home sweet home it is." He mumbles, tail sweeping over the floor idly as his whiskers twitch. "Seems you've got a nifty set up here, smart too." Spackle says a bit louder, lifting his left front paw to shake it a bit. The bite taken out if it randomly hurts, heh, it's like he has an extra toe that could actually be in pain. The body, mysterious in so many ways. "I'll stay for the night, if the snow's let up in the morning, I'll be out of your fur in a flash." He promises after a moment, stepping forward after setting his paw back down. Where to rest, where to rest?
His ears prick at the sound of the dog, his fur bristling a tad before he narrows his eyes, scanning the room more closely this time. His pale blue eyes, and white fur much more obvious in the dark room than the other cat. There's bound to be somewhere good to hide in a room like this.
(You're all good, I was doing the same, lol. Similar to Spackle too- and thats also cause he don't remember half of where he came from- but EH. He has some buried trauma aswell- a few issues that've effected, made him who is now and such. And YUS- if you ever want the children (Again- adopted, lol) to pop up, I can make that happen .m. I think Quinn would have a field day with Zee and Boz xD) |
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Post by Junospower on Aug 31, 2023 21:50:44 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. River mewed as a mighty shudder ran through his body. As he got up from his sitting position, he constantly tapping each of his feet, not allowing any of them to touch the freezing ground for too long. He had heard tales of cats severely damaging their paw pads from the cold, and he had no desire to join their numbers. He quickly scooped up their half-eaten fish, not wanting to waste his kill, and turned to his new companion. "Lead the way Lada. I trust you," He purred through a mouth full of scales. |
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Post by Myst on Aug 31, 2023 22:02:44 GMT -5
I'll be able to get replies done this weekend c: after this week work should slow down a bit so I'll have a little more time to be on I hope
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2023 22:10:28 GMT -5
Lada w/ River( Junospower ) Location // The ForestLada nods, lifting her paws as she briefly thinks of a bigger spot to go to rather than the tree she used last night. Humming an triumphant exclamation, she knows theperfect spot. Getting fully to her paws, she gives the tom, trout held in his teeth, a small hesitant glance before she starts moving forwards. Fully in agreement with his sentiment, and feeling a tad giddy at somecat saying they actually trust her.
Leaping over a tree root, and racing forward, not too fast of course, one of them has precious cargo. Her cold paws getting a bit of feeling back as she scampers towards her perfect spot dutifully. "I know just the spot! It's not too far either." Lada says, ears quirked, listening for anything that might be a disruption. Tail flicking to let the tom know their going to turn right a bit sharply up ahead.
Her perfect spot, if a bit of something others would think it avoid is, again, perfect. An old, old burrow, that she's made in to somewhat of a den. Its under this overhanging area of dirt, a large tree, with bushes above it on the lifted ground. She gives the tom a small smile before slipping over the snow accumulated in front of the entrance, and making her way inside. You'd think it'd be much, much colder in here, but its a bit warmer. The dirt, and somewhat stony floor covered in moss, leaves, and feathers. It makes for softer, less cold treading as she enters the den. Its not large, but not teeny enough for a singular cat. Maybe two cats- and a kit or two comfortably for reference? Anymore might be pushing it.
Two cats and two trout, might be a good reference too.
Lada turns to the tom as she sits down, tail curling around her front paws. The little corner she's settled into has a slightly higher stack of bedding around the walls, making it even comfier. It's usually the corner she'd sleep in. She's rather proud of this den of hers, and hopes the tom she's welcomed deems it good. She'd not want a guest feeling cold- or well, uncomfortable? Wow, she is putting quite a bit of trust in this tom- but he said he trusts her enough so.. well. Lada figures she oughta do the same.
"I hope this is a bit better- I've tried to make it more.. well, warmer." Lada adds, ears tilting a tad nervously as she regards the silver and white tom with yellow eyes.
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Post by Myst on Sept 1, 2023 5:18:36 GMT -5
 Bo -- The Farm | With Spark - runningsky123 The Bordie Collie was quick, bred to for speed and to deliver quick nips to direct other animals. Spark had always been great at directing attention and making sure everyone knew a threat was around without getting injured. Yes, he was quite sure he would be fine. Admittedly, if he could avoid putting the other dogs in danger he would, but he also knew his limits. He was still but one dog, and while the others were not they fighting sort they had always been much stronger together. Today was not an exception – had the other not reached the fence to the coop first, surely the foxes would’ve gotten to the chickens and Heather.
With the remaining tod trapped between them and the structure, Bo stood his ground, barring his teeth and licking his lips in warning, a snarled bark leaving him at even the slightest move the animal made. Just a half step away from the coop would be enough for him to land a fatal blow without running himself headfirst in the chicken’s home. His companion seemed just as ready, mirroring the fox’s tensing in preparation for its next move.
It never came. The farmer had come onto the scene with his booming stick, yet another twoleg device the canine didn’t understand but accepted nonetheless. Even as it sounded, dark eyes followed the red animals movement as it bolted, scrambling between the fence slats to make it’s escape. He’d followed for a few steps, ears perked and tail high in alert until he confirmed it had, in fact, left. ‘Good riddance.’
Bo had returned just as the farmer finished up with Spark, turning his attentions to check him over as well. Most of the tension had already fled his body, ears relaxing to a slightly back-facing angle as he allowed his head to be turned this way and that for his little assessment. An amused chuff escaped him at the other’s comment. “Rather he fuss than let us rot.” Not that he ever thought their person would ever do such a thing. To him, it was quite clear the farmer and his family loved all the animals in some capacity. A pleasant scratch on the head confirmed that he was in the clear, and he took a moment to shake his pelt out as the human took their leave.
Only a moment or two later they were joined by the grey molly who defending the poultry from the inside. He couldn’t help the way his tail wagged as she approached, offering a nod to her question. “Right as rain, Heather. Heck of a good cut on that fox – I ‘preciate the help. How can I thank you?”
(I’ve decided he talks like this – however a yee-yee country dog sounds in my head. Like the country man that like adopts everyone as his nieces and nephews and would protect them with his life)
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 Right, his housefolk. It sounded like he thought of them as family. While she would never truly understand seeing those hairless things as family, she could understanding wanting to keep your family from worrying. For once, she decided to keep the thought to herself – it wasn’t her business that he valued his twolegs. “If you’ve been out longer I’m sure they have faith you’ll return.” After all, he was very self-sufficient. Surely they would know that he was perfectly fine, especially since he hunted better than some who were wild through and through.
“Of course I had your back – not gonna let any weasels get the best of us~” No, she’d never let that happen – she was far too good to let that happen. As Shadow went on about coming back, a lazy purr escaped her as she lifted her head to look at him. “Come back any time – you hunt well and I like your sense of humor.” Honey mused. “Bet you’d put me to shame hunting in the dark.” Rolling back onto her stomach so she could sit up just a little more properly. “Tell you what – I’ll do you the pleasure of walking you home if you split that weasel with me before you leave. Can’t imagine you wanna leave without eating first.” As outspoken as she was, she’d never actually admit she just wanted to share another meal with him. He was still a kittypet after all – just happened to be one of the good ones.
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Post by Myst on Sept 1, 2023 5:22:12 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Moors | With Alice - Feathertalon It was somehow relieving that Alice didn’t insist that she could carry the bird the rest of the way. Sure, it was a bit of a hassle, but she almost felt like she had something to prove. The meal had been offered to her for nothing in return, so she would carry it to their destination regardless of how far. She’d look weak if she didn’t, especially after not being able to catch her own food. She could only imagined how she looked to the other cat, if she had judged her at all by now. Honestly, Binx would be more surprised if she found out Alice had not harbored any thoughts about her by now. These thoughts, however, would remain but a mystery to her, though that was surely for the better.
The wind cut her train of thought short, leaving her nearly glaring against it as she puffed out her fur a little. All the better time to leave, then. Crouching down for a moment, she grasped the raptor between her jaws once more, lifting it with her as she stood back up. With a firm grip on it, Binx padded after the tortoiseshell molly as she lead the way out of the trees and back into the open land of the moors. From here she could see a difference in the way the snow laid on the land that surely indicated the start of the farm’s land. Past that, some vague shape moving in the distance caught her eye. It wasn’t vague for long though as it appeared to be approaching them as they themselves came closer to the field.
When she was finally able to decipher the shape, her ears flattened a bit and her steady pace faltered slightly. Was that a dog, and was it running at them? A quick glance told her that Alice was not as worried as she was becoming? Why wasn’t she worried? ‘She mentioned the dogs, mouse-brain.’ She reminded herself. There were dogs on the farm, Alice had said they helped sometimes. But if that was the case, why was this one running at them? Before long her mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to decide what on Earth she was supposed to do in this situation.
Thankfully, the other cat’s words made it much easier to make a decision. Orange eyes cut back to the feline she’d followed down from the mountains as her words processed. Okay, so it was a farm dog, one she confirmed was friendly. Right then – perhaps the thing was just excited, for whatever reason. “Right, got it. Friendly dog.” She murmured around the hawk. Even still, she couldn’t help but glance at the animal every now and then as they continued. Despite the distance they still had to cover, Binx could tell the Heeler was much larger than herself. If for any reason it didn’t take to strangers, she wouldn’t see the light of another day.
(𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 I'm down to pick up Crystal and Kuta making their lil journey towards the cave whenever - it'll take them some time to get there and then they get to meet Feath's cave kitty~)
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 1, 2023 14:01:15 GMT -5
I’ll be on tonight, forgot my laptop at work yesterday so wasn’t able to get to replies. I’ve got a half day of work tomorrow then taking my mom out for lunch, but after that I should be on most of the weekend!
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 1, 2023 15:17:35 GMT -5
(Just leaving school! I’ll have replies up within the next hour or so :3 Myst Sure! I can get a starter up once I’m home. I was wondering if you all were thinking of what the next dreams would be for Kuta/Smoke?) |
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Post by Myst on Sept 1, 2023 16:22:00 GMT -5
Aweeeee hell yeah c:
I was trying to think of what kind of dreams would come next especially if they happen while they’re in the cave
I think it really depends on how much guidance we want them to receive from StarClan - to me I feel like maybe they wouldn’t get too many specifics But I am a little biased because I’ve always loved watching characters figure out what they’re supposed to be doing with like the least amount of information possible
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 1, 2023 16:40:58 GMT -5
Myst I mean that sounds like canonical StarClan XD they don’t tell anyone useful stuff, just cryptic riddles
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 1, 2023 21:02:47 GMT -5
Flame Location: Pine Forest With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame had stayed hunkered down when she went after the mouse, standing when it scampered away. "It's alright. It's your first hunt, no one expects you to be perfect from the beginning.", he said. "Besides, I probably wouldn't have been any better.", he said, leaning against her slightly to try and comfort her. "We can try again further in, but at least we know there is prey starting to come out.", he said, before he started walking, deeper into the pine forest, his tail held up to make sure she didn't lose him among the sparse bushes. Spark Location: Farm With: Bo While Spark wouldn't stand a chance on a one-on-one fight like Bo could, he was more than capable of making noise and avoiding injury while waiting for Bo's backup. He was loud, he was agile, and he knew how to keep his distance. While when he'd first arrived he'd been scared of everything, Bo had taught him that if he just put on a confident air, most predators would be wary. They were more anxious and scared than he was. "True.", Spark said at Bo's comment, watching the farmer leave. He did seem to care about the dogs enough to always be their backup when possible, and to look for injuries. Bumps and scrapes were nothing, but bites could be dangerous. He shook himself, panting slightly. That fast of a run, right after their run to the fence, had winded him a bit. Spark wagged his tail when Heather came out, glad to see she didn't have a scratch on her. Heather Location: Farm With: Bo and Spark Heather had woken to a squawk from one of the chickens, one of the foxes having tried to swipe at the hen. Only a few feathers had been pulled out, but Heather had slipped into the coop and kept the foxes at bay while the roosters got the hens in the nesting box. She was around enough they knew she wasn't a threat, so she hadn't had to worry about being pecked. She walked over and sat by Bo, her tail waving. "No need to thank me. Mousing isn't my only job.", she said. It was true. She'd unofficially taken the chickens under her wing, sticking by them when it was warm and they were allowed to wander the yard, watching the chicks from time to time. "Just glad you two are alright. Those foxes were bold. Got one of the hens, but they only managed to pull a few feathers out, thank the stars.", she said, glancing back at where the chickens were slowly emerging from the nesting box, the roosters having walked the run's perimeter and determined it was safe. Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey "Probably, but I don't like to make them worry if I can help it. I'm not as young as I used to be, and I'm sure that doesn't help.", he said. Sure, he could still get around fine, but he had noticed his housefolk changing things little by little. A step up to the couch, things added to his food. Shadow didn't want them to think the storm was too much for him. Shadow purred at her open invitation. "I will definitely take you up on that. I can always use the company.", he said, his tail waving happily. "I've never actually tried night hunting, but I'm sure. You'd stand out like a jay in a flock of sparrows.", he teased. He smiled at the mention of walking him home. "That sounds like a good deal to me.", he purred. The weasels did taste good, and had a lot more to them than a mouse would. He wouldn't complain about the extra energy to help them get through the snow, either. |
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Post by snowyt2 on Sept 2, 2023 1:01:51 GMT -5
APPLE
location; Forest, with Solomon, Feathertalon Apple's eyes widen when the unfamiliar tom steps out into view, and for a moment he can only stare owlishly, at a loss for words. Growing up his twolegs brought in many cats that came and went, and he'd been quick to make friends with all of them, young and old. He considered himself quite the socialite. Despite never leaving the confines of his yard, he always found a way to make a new friend on the fence or by the food bowl. Because these new friends came so often, Apple was never short of a pal to discuss favorite foods or toys with, there was always someone, and if there wasn't, really there was, because his brother a sister were his best friends, and never ever left his side. Apple was more than happy to chat off anyone's ear about this and that, or even lend one. So, for one, he was glad that a cat had crawled out of the thicket, and not a badger or a fox. He was also glad to not be alone anymore, the quietness of the woods was driving him crazy. So, when the slender tom appears, Apple nearly jumps for joy. Another cat! Finally, someone to talk to, someone to make friends with, even in the unfortunate circumstance of meeting in the frigid wilderness hungry and homeless, Apple is glad to have a fellow cat around! When the tom speaks, asking what he's doing out here in this weather (and calls him a kittypet, what does that mean?) Apple misses the condescendence in the toms voice and braces himself to tell a very long winded, likely tearful reenaction of his situation, but pauses for a moment, now getting a good look at the cat in front of him. They were opposites in every sense of the word, and strangely enough, while Apple stuck out like a sore thumb in his surroundings, this cat seemed to blend in well with the forest. Not just because of his coat, but also by his demeanor. He didn't seem to dance on his paws when stepping on a cold patch of ice or snow the way Apple did, or jump at every noise of a bird taking off or a gust of wind shaking the trees. He seemed as much a part of the forest as the soil or the snow, which came down in flecks, freckling Apple's thick coat as he stared, wide-eyed and lost in thought. He was out here because he'd lost his home, was it the same for the tom? What other reason would there be for a cat being out here? Apple couldn't imagine any other motive, he'd been a house cat his entire life, to him the woods were something to look out into through a windowsill, but never venture beyond the glass. Apple is pulled from his thoughts when the tom speaks again, asking about the silver creature that lay just beside him in the grass. He looks at it, then back at the Tom, extending a paw to point at the creature. "This thing? I didn't see any others, no." He explains, smiling simply. "Why? What is it?"
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Post by whispering on Sept 2, 2023 10:02:04 GMT -5
hey everyone ;3
forums were down when i tried to log in yesterday so i just decided to wait until today. i’ll get onto my laptop in a bit
also as for the previous talk abt the dreams^ i have no clue about smokes next set of dreams xD another subtle dream is fine with me. maybe smoke sees the cave but he isn’t sure where exactly it is?
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2023 11:45:47 GMT -5
I should be home soon to do replies c:
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Post by whispering on Sept 2, 2023 13:08:19 GMT -5
A nice setup you have. Quinn simply nodded. Was it nice? She guessed it was, even if it was the last place she'd wanted to be. Already she missed the chilling winter winds that occasionally drifted into her cramped den. This room of 'junk' was fine to be in. She had a bed that she never slept in. A strange, tall pelted tree that she'd only climbed up to hide from Harley when she was a puppy. She mostly preferred to be hidden away somewhere under the mess, somewhere she couldn't be reached. When the humans were away she would venture out further into the home. Spending her time on the windowsill or maybe even with Harley if she was in a good mood. Rarely did she choose Harley.
"Hmm, yea, sounds good to me." She mewed absently, leaping up onto a cluttered table. Making herself comfortable between the masses that rested atop of it. Tucking her paws neatly under her chest, she gleamed down at Spackle. Quinn was not usually a host. She wasn't sure what exactly to do next with the tom. It wasn't exactly night yet, they didn't have to sleep so quickly.
Maybe he was hungry? Prey was scarce, she remembered. The molly could barely scent anything when she had been out searching earlier. "Are you hungry? I can get the, er, twolegs, to make a meal for me." Quinn was not used to the word. But she wanted him to be as comfortable as possible here in her domain. "They won't bother us. I don't like them to watch me eat. We've come to an understanding on that."
It was a mystery to some why she even lived with her housefolk. She despised them. And only really interacted with them when she felt like it. As an adolescent she engaged much more with the humans, but as she aged so did her dislike towards them. Maybe it was the call of the wild that made her so hostile. Maybe she needed to return to her old life. Or maybe that was just nonsense.
"Harley might though. She's big, but she's all bark. Mostly just curious about you." She thought you were my mate. She added inwardly. But she wouldn't dare let him know that truth. |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2023 14:18:15 GMT -5
I’ll try to reply as soon as I can! Weekends are super busy for me ;v;
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Post by soot on Sept 2, 2023 16:16:35 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn ( whispering ) Spackle let his curiosity rest for the moment, as well as his slight fear of the dog he can still very subtly hear. Following suit as he listened to the molly, leaping up onto the table before searching for something to hide under. Hm.. one of those tall metallic things- with those pull outs. One of the cubbies are empty, partially . With a perfect amount of clutter to hide behind. Ears twitching slightly as he contemplates the easiest way to get up, and quiet. "I'm plenty full enough, though I might take you up on the offer before I leave in the morning." He replies easily, before swiftly leaping up and right into the cubby, landing softly. He turned back to the molly a moment after getting proper footing, and sitting down."Curious, you say? Hm, I'll admit I'm always curious about- human dogs." He resists a shudder, he'd rather come off as friendly though. He does prefer twoleg dogs, less inclined to maul him, but he'd rather no dogs at all. Only that one dog.. a long walk away from here. At one of the smaller houses, a tall, sharp dog. Brown and tan, with a keen nose. He's friendly enough, helpful too. Stray dogs?
He'd rather not."Always an interesting encounter with them.." He pauses, scanning the room. "You don't happen to have any water you'd be able to share, do you? I had been heading for the river until, well." He doesn't bother to elaborate further. She's a smart molly. Though- he is perhaps a tad worried about her mental wellbeing. He's known enough kittypets who like to roam outside, and have the luxury of a kittpet home to go back to. But.. she seems as though she's forcing herself to come back here. For the dog perhaps? Attachments can make that happen, though it's not stopped himself from exploring further. Zee would like this room though, he thinks idly. Dark, cramped, and cluttered. Just how the young tom likes it. And Boz- well, the kit likes his high ground. The roof of the barn is where the kit is usually found, watching everycat from above. The white and gray tom's ears perk up at a louder bark, closer?
Shaking his head slightly, he settles further into the cubby. If meeting the dog is what water requires, perhaps he'll just wait until tomorrow. Freezing his tongue on the snow will be worth it, to not get shredded like those flimsy white things the twolegs he had used to do. And that stuffy little collar, hm, a pleasant blue though he'll admit. He tries to make his hiding look less scared than it truly is, as he takes in a breath. The cubby he's in smells distinctly of the molly in his presence. He's sure he'll be carrying the scent for the next day or two before it wears off- his fur keeps new scents one like tree sap.
Ugh, tree sap, a great way to tear a claw, if you're as stupid as he was. Not making that mistake twice.
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 2, 2023 16:47:32 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The calico she-cat looked away, blushing shyly. Warmed by his words. So he did like her for more than what she looked like. The thought put her at ease. All the previous anxiety she felt washing away at once. Unable to hold back the small smile that crept over her jaws. Somecat liked her for who she was. Lillith knew she wasn’t a burden, but she didn’t feel like she wasn’t. Leo’s words gave her the reassurance she craved. She was awoken from her thoughts as Leo spoke once more. “You? Arrogant? Never.” She answered sarcastically, giggling. At least he was self-aware of his ways of conceitedness. It made her feel even more at ease hearing him admit that. "I think you're brave. And you're an excellent hunter and fighter. When we were younger I always wanted to be like you." Leo had been a more sufficient learner than she was. Quicker when it came to catching rodents, more structured when battling foxes or badgers. Something she herself had never been quite good at. But Alice and the others still accepted her as their own. Perhaps Leo was right. Maybe she did give back to the farm in her own way. Maybe she just wasn't aware of it. When the barn came closer into view, Lillith quickened her pace, surpassing Leo. Eager to sit down and rest her tender foot. She entered and flopped down with a sigh, sniffing at her paw before beginning to groom it. Maybe I should go to the farmers.
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The sun had barely risen before Crystal emerged from her den. Beginning the trek towards twoleg place. Towards the treeline. The snow had passed melted, patches of the icy substance dotting the land. The sun was shining though leafbare was still cold and uninviting. Kuta hadn't specified when he wanted her to meet him. She didn't take any initiative to do so either. So she had decided to leave before dawn and wait it out. What could she say? She rose like the early bird. It was best to start off your day before the whole forest was awake. Early bird gets the worm. Her mother used to say. Crystal had clung onto it faithfully even now as an adult. She didn't typically meet up with cats, but when she did she tried her best to be punctual. This was definitely one of those instances. They had a long journey ahead of them. If they left now they could reach the mountains by sunset. But then again, that was depending on when her tall companion would appear. The blue-gray molly slowed her pace as the trees began to thin. She'd been walking the treeline since the sun began to rise. First one way, until she remembered Kuta told her his den didn't have a fence. Then the other until the fence finally came to an end. Now sat two dens. Quietly, she crept her way up a tree, crouching down. Green eyes scanning for movement at either of the dens. Kuta had to live in one of these dens. Now all she had to do was wait and see.----- (Sorry this is late! I went out earlier and was exhausted coming home from school yesterday x.x. I should be here the rest of today and tomorrow though!)
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