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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 2, 2023 17:07:47 GMT -5
(Also Myst whispering I was asking about your plans on the dreams because maybe they get a sign/vision telling them to look for Pumaheart? Something alone the lines of “Look for the Puma to guide you/The Puma will guide you” or something of the such?) |
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2023 18:13:08 GMT -5
 Bo -- The Farm | With Spark - runningsky123 It wasn’t as if he never worried about getting injured, it was more so that it had yet to be detrimental. He never truly understood it, but his pelt seemed to provide some deterrence when it came to predators biting him. It was thick, that much he knew, but it seemed to him that it also served as protection. Of course, it wasn’t perfect – he’d had his fair share of bites and cuts in his time here. The farmer had always seemed more concerned than himself, though. Perhaps it was because his first and only concern were the other animals.
As the tabby sat down Bo flicked an ear, drawing his tongue over his muzzle. The taste of blood lingered faintly in his mouth. It was a bit annoying, but he’d deal with it. Simply came with the job. Rather than focus on it the canine turned his attention to Heather’s words, chuckling warmly at her initial response. “Even still, I appreciate the help – from the both of you.” They certainly didn’t have to help him if they didn’t feel like it, nor would he blame them. They all had a role to serve, and guarding the property was his. There wasn’t a second he wasn’t grateful for their help, and he’d take every chance to express that.
When she continued on about just how far the foxes had gotten, he nodded a little. “The cold must be gettin’ to ‘em this year. Weren’t this desperate last year.” No, the foxes had seemed to stay away from the pastures and buildings last winter. A couple coyotes had gotten bold, but the foxes had seemed to hesitate at the fence. This was new for them – no cover, bright pelts against the snow and in broad daylight? While Bo didn’t think too highly of them, he knew the canines had some wit about them. To take such a risk only told him just how bad they needed the food. “I’ll come ‘round here more often, then. Even just the feathers are too close for comfort.”
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 No, she’d truly never understand cats who had twolegs. Clearly Shadow was more than capable of taking care of himself, and if they couldn’t see that, then surely they were blind. Regardless, he’d made himself quite clear – he would leave sometime today and that was that. So she’d leave it be and move on to the subject of hunting. “You’re very right – it’s a real shame, I could be the greatest hunter the world’s seen if it weren’t for my pelt,” the molly mused jokingly. Of course, she had her faults. Couldn’t fish at all, but who cared? The birds never stood a chance against her, and the weasel were learning they’d met their match.
When it came to a meal and joining him for the walk, she offered a light nod to his agreement. “Ah, I love it when a good deal comes together~” Honey purred. Getting up, she made smooth work of padding over to the entrance to pick up the carcass. It was cold, as expected, but still fresh. At least snow was useful in some way. She carried it over to the tom, setting it in front of him before settling from across from him. “Pretty sure you got this one, so you get first bite.” It was something her mother had taught her, an odd mannerism that she kept in the back of her mind.
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2023 18:15:05 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Treeline | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 He’d watched the storm until he’d fallen asleep at the back door. After that, he’d checked all the windows every day, always wanting to see how much the snow had melted. A couple times he’d considered heading out in the snow despite his dislike for it. The only thing that had held him back was reminding himself that his agreement with Crystal was to meet at the treeline. With a clear view of it from his twoleg’s den, he kept watch for blue-grey feline, but everyday he’d been met with nothing. As time passed Kuta only became more impatient, both itching to get outside and see what the cave had to offer him. Plus, another outing with the molly sounded like fun. They’d gotten along well enough on their first meeting, and as far as he was concerned, they were friends. Even if this became a fruitless trip, it would surely be a good time.
Today it seemed the snow had finally melted a great deal. Having come to the back door shortly after the sun had rose, he was greeted with the wonderful sight of grass in the backyard. ‘Finally!’ From there he’d become rather obnoxious, letting himself into his humans’ room and essentially just yelling and swatting at them until one of them finally got up. Eventually he got what he wanted, the man getting out of bed and trudging through the house to open the backdoor. It’d only taken about an hour of being the most annoying animal they had ever known to exist.
As soon as the door was open, the Savannah bolted out into the since dead grass. The cold air stung his nose and throat, and a shiver ran through him as he paused to give himself a good shake. Still, it was much better than being stuck in the house any longer. Now he could get a proper look to see if the other was around and if they would take their journey. Amber eyes settling on the trees he was quick to continue on his way, an excited grin plastered to his muzzle as he went. Once he came upon the first of the trees, he sniffed the air in search of anything familiar. It took a moment, but he scented her faintly. He took the time to track the scent, ears flicking with each sound before he was inevitably stopped at a tree. It seemed the trail went up… Turning his gaze in that direction, he tilted his head. “You up there, Crystal?”
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2023 18:16:19 GMT -5
(Also Myst whispering I was asking about your plans on the dreams because maybe they get a sign/vision telling them to look for Pumaheart? Something alone the lines of “Look for the Puma to guide you/The Puma will guide you” or something of the such?) ooooo this could actually be very fun - I'm big down for this I was immediately more concerned about what may happen like once either of them get to the cave, I didn't even think about this |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 2, 2023 19:08:08 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal watched from her perch, mystified. First seeing Kuta's tall figure through the transparent wall. And then the twoleg came to open the barrier to let him out. Truly strange. She concluded tail tapping on the branch. The molly thought of jumping down to meet him, but she wanted to see if he could find her. Watching intently as the tom made his way towards her. Studying the way he scented the air, searching for her. Genuinely impressed when he was just beneath her, green eyes met his amber. He was still a cat after all. Of course he knows how to track a scent. But even kittypets could have the skills of a kit sometimes. She should have known Kuta was not one of those cats from their hunt the first time they met. He hadn't failed to prove himself to her yet. Except maybe his lack of awareness at times. Something he had yet to perfect. "I'm here." She called down, rising to her paws to leap down from her perch. Landing lightly beside him. Looking up at the tall cat. "You know, any cat would think you kittypets had control over those twolegs the way they bend at your every command." It was something Crystal would never be able to grasp. Twolegs were strange. Cats weren't meant to be held captive by them. It was unnatural. At least to the blue-gray she-cat. She'd never come close to the stinking creatures. Barely even allowing herself to come too close to twoleg place. She wanted to keep as much distance as possible. Yet here she was, befriending herself with one of their pets. Life truly was strange. Clearing her throat she snapped from her thoughts, returning to her formal demeanor. "We should get a move on if we want to make it before sunset." Twoleg place was closer to the mountains than if they'd started in the forest. But it still would be a lengthy enough journey. ----- (Awesome :3 I just like to brainstorm these things because I'm excited to see how it all plays out <3 also thinking I will add a few more characters soon)
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Post by whispering on Sept 2, 2023 19:29:26 GMT -5
The tabby molly watched as he crawled into the cubby. Purring in amusement. It was one of her favorite places to hide when she was younger. The humans would spend hours looking for her. And she'd be amused at their exasperation when they finally found her. Right under their noses the whole time.
"Yes. There's always water." She chuckled. The water refilled itself, it was strange. But it was not as fresh as stream water. It had a funny tang that Quinn never cared for. Often finding herself drinking from puddles outside if she was lucky enough to find some. Only the most desperate of times would she ever drink from the water inside the house. "Do you want me to show you?" She asked, tilting her head curiously.
Watching how tense he seemed. Perhaps it was because he had never stepped paw into a house before. Maybe he was nervous. Maybe he was closed in. Her expression turned grim at the thought. She knew all too well about the feeling of being trapped in this strange human home. It was why she often ran away. Was that why Spackle was a stray now? Did he think living with humans was too suffocating? Was the forest calling to him like it did for her?
"Your housefolk. What happened to them?" She blurted, her curiosity growing even more. Quinn was not scared to say things. Ever. Even as a kit she had always spoken the first thing that came to mind. Even if it came with consequences from her strict teaching mother. "Or better yet what happened to you?"
✧✧✧ Leo purred, lifting his head up proudly at her words. All she was missing was a mention of how handsome she thought he was. But Lillith was not like that. He wasn't surprised she hadn't mentioned it. Unless she didn't think he was handsome? Impossible. Any cat could admit he was good-looking. The thought made him ripple with all the more pride. Of course she thought he was attractive.
His amber eyes followed her as she shuffled past him into the barn. His amusement fading at the sight of her flopping down. Now he knew for sure she was definitely in pain. Even if she still hadn't admitted it to him. But she doesn't want to go to the farmer. He reminded himself. And he couldn't- wouldn't - make her do something she didn't want to. Not if she thought she would get better. All cats suffered from a wrenched paw or shoulder from time to time. It wouldn't be the first or last time it happened. But if she didn't get better. Then he would step up. Then he would convince her to go and get real help. And he would carry her to the farmer's house himself if he had to.
"Hey, you get some rest. I'll find you a mouse or two." The ginger tabby mewed, more so an order than a suggestion. He padded past her deeper into the barn. Pink jaws gaped as he scented for the familiar warm scent.
There. A scuffling in the hay near the back corner. Instinctively he crouched down. His paws light, freed of his weight. Mice could sense you just from the vibration of your paws. Amber eyes fixed intently on his catch. He dropped lower as he neared, freezing. Waiting for its next move. He shuffled closer to him, close enough now he could make out the flash of his fat brown body. Fat from stealing the feed from the barn animals. Greedy vermin. His bobbed tail swished before he launched himself on the creature. Killing it instantly with his large paws. Amber eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he picked it up and returned back to his companion. Dropping it at her paws. (ohhh blue i love that o: i surely didn't know what smoke's next dream would be. i think that would be very interesting because smoke isn't aware of the cave or pumaheart lmao. he would probably just randomly venture towards the mountains and come across her on accident before having his 'aha' moment.) |
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2023 19:43:22 GMT -5
Kuta -- The Treeline | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 While all the lights may not have been on in his head, he was at the very least physically capable. There was yet to be a time when his body failed him, and this wouldn’t be one of them. He was, at the very least, able to find her general whereabouts, though was left squinting a little against the brightness of the sky as he gazed up at the branches. To his delight, his question was met with an answer, and moments later Crystal was joining him back on the ground. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her comment, flashing her a grin. “If only – they actually despise letting me out, but I think they hate hearing me more.” It’d certainly be much easier if he had some sort of control over them. Though, he supposed he did, in a way. If he could annoy them enough, they tried anything to get him to be quiet.
Ah, but on to their trip. Truthfully, Kuta was itching to get a move on – the sooner the better, as far as he was concerned. Especially after the dream he’d had a couple nights ago. By now he could only remember bits and pieces, though it wasn’t like it’d been very specific to begin with. Something about meeting a puma… It made no sense to him. He wasn’t even sure if he knew what a puma was. If they were anything like leopards, he was quite sure he wouldn’t be meeting one any time soon.
Brining himself out of his thoughts, he gave a little nod to her words. “Right, we’ll start moving then! Figure we’ll head to the stream first and go from there?” It made the most sense to him – after all, she had said the cave was also where the stream came from. Following the water seemed like the easier way to get there. Then it dawned on him that the sun still rode low in the sky and he’d harassed his way to the outside world, and had done so without food. “Actually, what if we ate first? Could get us something - I still owe you for leading me home.” It wouldn’t take much for him to make a quick trip to the house and getting his people to prep chicken or rabbit for him. Not that he was adverse to catching something, but he was sure that it would be much easier to turn around and bother his people a second time.
(That's so far - I get very stuck thinking wayyyy too far into the future so I'm sat here like trying to figure out just how he's gonna go about getting cats to join the clan lmao
I love this idea of them being sent to The Puma though cause it could mean literally anything)
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Post by whispering on Sept 2, 2023 19:49:18 GMT -5
have we decided on pumas being native to the mountains ^.^ i feel like the etherclan cats finding out would be a rude awakening and maybe there is an area they stay away from to avoid? just because of how huge and dangerous they are lmao. i feel like there were once pumas in the series??? i haven't read in so long i could be just making this up lmao.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2023 22:35:19 GMT -5
Sharptooth was a puma that terrorized the Tribe in the series, but he was the only mountain lion the series has had
As for the mountains here, im down for them being endemic to the area o: I’d assume they’re rather rare and not many cats have ran into them
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Post by soot on Sept 3, 2023 0:14:22 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn( whispering ) Spackle tensed for a moment, looking at the molly with wide, flabbergasted eyes. Laced with a bolt of amusement as his paws paused mid air. Well, by the Stars.
What happened to you ? That was.. unexpected while wholly excepted at the same time, from this molly anyway. Shaking his head mentally out of his wide eyed look, he chose his words carefully. This molly really doesn't hold anything back, does she? Hm. Resisting a full blown laugh, but a huff of amusement still being heard. He settles onto his paws, ears swiveling. The white and gray tom knew a lot about life. Good, bad, and everything in between. But not a whole lot of cats know what he himself has experienced.
So, with a few moments of thought, and a tilted head- and exasperated grin. "Show me that water, before I tell you anything about my life, yeah?" He says surpassing easy, his pale blue eyes gazing at her playfully. "It's not much special, but it's not like I've got any deep dark secrets." Well.. that depends on who you ask, really. May be a secret, but more of one that gains him- sympathy. Pity. He's not much a fan of sob stories, only the now. But you're past is important, makes who you are in the now, more important.
He shrugs. "I like to talk, anyway." It really wasn't much, easy enough to explain in retrospect. It might be a bit.. well, dark of course. For the kits anyway, and it's not like he's made it out to be what it's not. Again, he takes things the way they are. He's smart, clever even. And what he isn't he makes up for in sheer clear of sight. There's no shame on him. Most of the time anyway, with that whole fool me once shame you thing. With a chatter, he sighs a bit disappointedly before hopping back down onto the table. Padding right on up next to the curious molly, and sits for a moment.
Lead the way, Quinn, not like he's got anything else to do.
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Post by Myst on Sept 3, 2023 7:30:08 GMT -5
to my knowledge pumas are highly solitary, so it'd likely only be one, two max in the area depending on how they divide their own territories
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Post by whispering on Sept 3, 2023 10:26:03 GMT -5
ahh okay, sharptooh i knew i wasn’t crazy x3
i think it’s reasonable for them to only have the one similar to sharptooth then, maybe it’s a one and done encounter and someone dies/is injured and they are more cautious afterwards?
i do live in a state where mountain lions live but i’ve never actually encountered one. i hear they stay away from human activity vs predators like bears(which i have encountered. if so dangerous why friend shaped🥹) so maybe the etherclan’s sharptooth is further away from the twoleg place?
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Post by Myst on Sept 3, 2023 11:50:29 GMT -5
I think it’d be inevitable that they have at least one run in with the puma, I think it’d be likely to happen while they’re scoping out the moors or shortly there after, essentially while the clan is still being established
It would also makes sense that they’d be away from humans so moor-side of the mountain range makes sense. That also potentially puts the farm at risk should it ever be that desperate for food, or even perhaps if it has cubs at any point which I think could be interesting
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Post by Light on Sept 3, 2023 14:09:39 GMT -5
(Ooh. The Puma idea sounds fun. :3)
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Post by 𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕝ツ on Sept 3, 2023 15:01:01 GMT -5
It does
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Post by soot on Sept 3, 2023 16:52:54 GMT -5
Hey Feathertalon c: I was wondering If I could add a few more cats? |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 3, 2023 17:57:18 GMT -5
soot - of course! Just keep gender ratio in mind c: Also guys I’m sorry I still haven’t gotten to replies. They’ll be up tomorrow at the latest ;v; Friday-Sunday is always super busy for me because that’s when I work
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Post by Light on Sept 3, 2023 20:37:01 GMT -5
(No worries! That sounds fair. :3)
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Post by Myst on Sept 4, 2023 1:07:38 GMT -5
It's like that somtimes - take your time Feath~
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 4, 2023 9:19:45 GMT -5
Omg I want to cry. So the day Lahaina burned, I had been sending the tester kits we do for work, and I had gotten an order going to Lahaina, and then later saw a TikTok of the fire and ever since I’ve been thinking about the woman, and hoping she’s ok.
Well I just got a tester kit order that was delayed because of a changing address, and it’s her. She’s staying in another town and had to have it rerouted there, and I feel like I’m going to cry, just having confirmation that she’s ok makes me feel so much better. I’ve legit thought about her anytime I saw anything about Lahaina, just hoping she was ok, and I’m so glad that she is.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 4, 2023 13:18:43 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The calico molly opened her mouth to interject but thought it best to let him have it. She did need to rest her paw. She had walked on it enough. The big, burly tom was already walking away anyway, there was no point. She looked intrigued as he sniffed out a mouse. Watching his form and technique in awe. Holding her breath as he crept closer, and closer to the mouse. Finally exhaling as he successfully secured his catch. Leo was truly amazing it seemed. She could never make a kill that clean. "Nice technique you've got there." She praised as he returned, giving him an approving nod. Pulling the mouse closer to her, she took a bite. "Share?" Lillith offered through a full mouth, tilting her head. Hoping he would say yes, it was the least she could do after all he'd done for her. A part of her doubted the selfless tom would accept her offer. Knew that he wouldn't. But the least she could do was try.
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal paused thinking for a second. They had time to hunt. With the thaw, there were bound to be some critters scurrying around. She'd finished off her rabbit scraps earlier that morning, but maybe it would be smart to eat now. Maybe I'll find something later. She concluded. The blue-gray molly nodded, "Sure." Her eyes scanned the clearing. Kuta had hunted for her previously. Now they were in her domain. The forest. And she had already appointed herself as his guardian for this trip. Even though the tall tom hardly needed it with his large stature. But size did not guarantee your safety in the woods. Mouth gaping, she scented the air, padding further into the bare forest. Her ears pricked at the sound of frantic claws not far away from her. The molly froze, green eyes ricocheting until they landed on a gray body; a squirrel. Digging eagerly at the roots of a tree. Sucking in her breath she lowered herself to the ground. Creeping closer to her prey. Ears flattened to her head, tail held straight behind her. Belly fur slightly brushing the cold ground. At this moment, Crystal was one with the forest. In greenleaf her gray fur blended in perfectly with the greenery of all the plants. But now she would just do with becoming a gray shadow. On the moors it was easy for her to be mistaken for perhaps a rock. But Crystal was made for stealth. She was made to roam these trees. Moorlands was good for swift hunters. Crystal could be swift, but she loved the pride that swelled within her from after sneaking up from the shadows on her unsuspecting targets. Quick as an adder, she darted forward. Snatching up the squirrel by its neck and quickly delivering a killing bite. A satisfactory purr rumbling in her throat as she returned back to Kuta. It was a decently sized squirrel, scrawny, but who wasn't scrawny in leafbare? She imagined it was a fat creature during the warmer seasons. She dropped it at the tawny colored tabby's paws, glowering with pride. (What better time to get up replies than during the school day x3 @runningsky I'm glad to hear everything worked out for her! All these recent fires sadden me. I don't live in a state where they often occur but it's very unfortunate. And I am here for puma idea^)
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Post by Light on Sept 4, 2023 13:19:48 GMT -5
(Oh wow. Thank God that she is alright! I’m sure that would be a big relief to find out.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2023 13:35:42 GMT -5
so glad to hear that she's okay! i can't even begin to imagine what it's like to go through something like that ;;
also, guys, it's finally happening
i finally have the time (and energy) to work on replies
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Post by whispering on Sept 4, 2023 14:13:23 GMT -5
(sorry for my absence yall i decided to log onto class over the weekend since i missed days when my internet was out. i should also have my replies sometimes up today)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2023 16:14:45 GMT -5
Percy »
There were so many ways that Percy could answer that question. He could take the serious route, telling Smoke that the reason why no cat had noticed was because a solitary lifestyle was ingrained into so many cats. The only time a cat lived with others was when a queen was raising a litter. Every so often a mated pair would remain with one another, helping each other raise whatever kits they may have together, but more often than not a tom left whatever molly he had mated with before their kits were even born. If anybody asked Percy who his dad was, he’d simply say that he had no idea. His mother had only spoken once of the tomcat she had been with a few moons before she had given birth to Percy and his littermates. He had been a drifter, a tom simply passing by. He had stopped by the stream that his mother had been fishing at - the same stream Percy had taken Smoke to earlier, though he had no idea where at the stream his parents had met - asking for directions. The two had hit it off instantly, keeping each other company until the tomcat decided it was time to move on. That was the story many cats shared, their mother and father staying together for a few moons before the father left and the mother raised a litter before setting them all off on their own.
There was also the answer of how most cats probably left Smoke as soon as they were given herbs or healed. For most that wasn’t enough time for two cats to discover the talents and past of one another. Most cats just weren’t sociable whereas Percy was. He liked to learn about other cats who were willing to sit with him for a few hours. He longed for the company of another, so when he ran into another cat that was friendly, or could at least tolerate him for a bit, he would engage himself and spark up all sorts of conversations. Percy wasn’t a solitary cat. He didn’t adhere to the social rules that so many others did. Sure, he lived alone, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be alone.
And if Smoke stayed then he never would have to be alone again.
If they could find out more about these so called Clans then they’d both never have to be alone again.
It was as if Smoke had read Percy’s mind. The ginger tabby twitched his tail, wondering just how likely it was that they’d run into more cats who knew about the two Clans. ”It’s possible,” he began slowly, thoughtfully. ”Actually, it’s more than possible,” he decided as a surge of confidence swelled inside his chest. ”We may not find a lot tomorrow, but we’ll for sure find all sorts of information. If these Clans are important to those starry cats you dream about then there are others out there that have at least heard of them. There may even be other cats that the star cats have tried talking to…” Percy left that last thought drift into silence. How many other cats had been contacted? And if they haven’t been contacted, how many knew about the Clans, regardless on if it was just one or two things? Somewhere out there lay the answers, and Percy was determined to help Smoke get those answers.
And then Smoke posed a rather important question.
For a minute Percy’s eyes remained on Smoke. The gray tabby seemed almost hesitant to ask, or perhaps he was worried of what answer Percy would give. Honestly, Percy hadn’t thought much about their living situation if they planned on staying together. His eyes pulled away from Smoke and scanned around his home. This den was empty, sure, but Percy had lived here for a long time. He was fond of this place. The thought of leaving it hurt, but this place was lonely. He had no cat to come back home to, and no cat would ever come to his den. He wasn’t important like that, whereas with Smoke…Smoke couldn’t leave his den for long. Cats depended on him. Cats needed him. Smoke had duties to tend to in his den whereas Percy did not. And maybe Percy didn’t have to leave his den forever. Maybe they could switch up where they stayed from time to time - a few nights at Smoke’s and then a few at Percy’s. That didn’t sound all that bad. In fact, it sounded pretty nice. And plus, if Percy stayed in Smoke’s den he could learn more about herbs and what they did and what they looked like.
As the answer came to him, he leaned over and once again pressed his nose against Smoke, this time a purr rumbling through his throat. ”I’ll come to your den with you tomorrow. You still have to teach me more about herbs, yeah?” Percy laughed quietly, giving that all too familiar half-lidded smirk with a twinkle in his eyes.
Creamsicle »
Something about Cotton’s statement didn’t sit right with Creamsicle. What did she mean by that? Surely if a cat could hunt hawks then they could never be caught by one. How did the hunter turn to the hunted? Wouldn’t the cat always win if it knew how to kill birds of prey? Maybe this was one of those things that she’d have to figure out once she was older. Mama had told her and her littermates before that some things had to be learned later on in life. Maybe this was just one of those things.
Creamsicle wasn’t aware of Cotton’s rather clear distaste of the kit’s mother. To her Cotton’s question was a simple one, something that Creamsicle could answer with ease. She had no idea the old molly was already judging the kit’s mother. If Creamsicle did she’d have no problem in defending her mother. It hadn’t been the kit’s mother’s fault that all of this tragedy had happened in the first place.
”She hunts a lot!” Creamsicle purred, thinking back to all the times her mother would come back home to her and her littermates with prey for them to eat. ”She’d bring us back mice and birds and even rabbits!” The cream and white kit gave an excited wriggle from where she lay with paws still pressed against Cotton. ”She said she liked hunting rabbit the best because she ate those a lot when she was a kit,” chirped Creamsicle. For once the thought of rabbit didn’t remind her of the scream from earlier, of the sharp, frightened sound that split the winter silence into fragmented pieces of fear. This time the thought of rabbit brought a warmth blanketing her that reminded her of family. ”She didn’t always hunt because sometimes the twolegs would give us food, but when they didn’t she’d always make sure we had something tasty.” There had never been a day where Creamsicle had gone hungry when she had been with her mother and littermates. Food had never been a problem for them, even when her mother went out to hunt for them. She had always managed to bring something back, always making sure her litter had been fed. If that wasn’t good hunting experience then Creamsicle didn’t know what was.
[ i feel as if quiver is the type to visit cotton every now and then. stays for a day or two and then leaves
Also i love how cotton’s thoughts on creamsicle’s mother, poor thing doesnt even know yet that that’s one of her daughters xD ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2023 16:15:06 GMT -5
Alice »
Binx was an interesting cat to say the least. She wasn’t hostile - if she was she would have surely attempted attacking Alice by now. And she wasn’t annoying or too much to handle. If anything she was just another loner trying to get by, but she wasn’t like some of the other loners and rogues that Alice had come across. Most were hostile, some standoffish, and every now and then one would come across that was both. Some of the more bold ones would come to the barn not expecting to run into a cat who knew how to fight. Alice was not the type to start a physical altercation, but when a newcomer appeared and started something, the tortoiseshell’s sharp claws and nasty bites definitely ended one.
If there was one thing that Alice had learned about her companion, it was that Binx tried to be subtle about her emotions, and while she was, the tortoiseshell had still been able to read her rather well. She had taken note of the wariness when they had first met, the shock that had coursed through the black cat upon learning that Alice had taken down a hawk. And, of course, she had noticed the way Binx had shrank in on herself at the mention of twolegs and dogs earlier. It still made Alice wonder what had happened to the molly in her past. Only a cat with a negative experience would react in such a way, and it had been a frightened reaction rather than one out of aggression. It had intrigued the barn cat.
What intrigued her now was to watch how Binx reacted to the dog that was charging right toward the two cats. As Confetti drew closer, a dust of snow trailing behind her, Alice raised her tail and head high with confidence, with command too, as if she were silently telling the canine to stop. And stop she did, but not without sliding across the snow covered grasses, halting only a few pawsteps away from the two felines.
An excited bark escaped the Heeler, her breath coming out as a puff of mist. ”Alice! New cat! Would like know cat.” Confetti’s cat was still broken, but it was coming along nicely. The Heeler was still rather young, still learning the language, but she was making rather good strides with the feline vernacular. With Bo and Spark teaching her, along with the other barn cats, Confetti would be fluent in no time.
Alice nodded toward Binx. ”This is Binx,” she told the dog smoothly, motioning for the black cat to step forward if she wanted. If she wasn’t comfortable with it then Alice wouldn’t push it. ”Found her hunting up in the mountains.”
Confetti’s entire back half of her body wriggled in excitement. It was obvious to Alice that the Heeler was holding herself back from jumping right over to Binx to check her out. Her entire body trembled with restraint, which was impressive considering how impulsive the young canine could be. ”Bring back to barn! Snow falling, hay is warm inside barn.” Without giving the two cats any time to respond, Confetti jumped up, twisting in the air. Once she was back on her paws she shot toward the barn, yipping and yapping excitedly in such a rush of excited eagerness that not even Alice could decipher what the dog was saying.
The black and orange molly shot a somewhat amused look back toward Binx. ”Now that you’ve met a farm dog are you still wanting to head to the barn?” The molly questioned, curious to know how the black feline felt about Confetti and her impressive amount of energy.
Wila »
Wila lashed her tail in frustration as she stared down the path the mouse had gone. That had probably been an easy catch for a wild cat that was adept at hunting and she had just let it slip right away from not only her, but from Flame as well. She had probably ruined their only chance at eating wild caught prey. The molly huffed as unsheathed claws dug into the cold ground under paw. She had to remind herself that that was the first time she had ever tried to hunt down her own prey, but just telling herself that wasn’t helping. Frustration still boiled in the pit of her stomach, her fur ruffling and bristling at the tips.
It wasn’t until Flame spoke up and leaned into her that Wila was able to breathe evenly. She inhaled deeply, cold air exhausting the annoyed fire that wanted to burn deep inside her. ”You’re right,” she mewed slowly, still gathering herself. As Flame had said, this was her first hunt. There was no way she was going to be perfect. Still would have been nice to catch it, she inwardly grumbled to herself.
It was a few more moments before the Burmese had completely composed herself. Her frustration now just a memory to look back on, she followed after Flame as the ginger tom began padding deeper into the pine forest. A teasing smirk pulled at Wila’s lips as she mused, ”I’d like to see you try and catch something next. Let’s see if you fail more than I did.” Wila’s whiskers quivered with stifled laughter. For not ever hunted before she did at least realize that the quieter the better, she just couldn’t help herself from making that quick little tease and tossing it Flame’s way.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2023 16:15:35 GMT -5
Solomon »
Solomon stopped himself from snorting indignantly at the tomcat before him. It was clear that this cat knew nothing about the forest and how it worked. He knew nothing about how the world of a wild cat worked, that much was clear. Rogues and loners didn’t express such kit like joy at seeing another. When two wild cats came into contact there was a wary tension that filled the air as a silent assessment was made - friend or foe? That was always the first question that ran through a feral cat’s mind when meeting another. Interactions were either peaceful or hostile and it was always a fifty-fifty chance on which one it would be. But this kittypet was not a threat to Solomon at all. He had no use for his claws right now - not that he wanted to get into a fight. Leaf-bare was upon them. Between the scarcity of prey and lack of healing herbs, the last thing Solomon wanted was to injure himself over a needless scuffle.
While the kittypet was of no threat to the ticked tom, the metal jaw that sat silently nearby was an accident waiting to happen. Solomon was smart enough to avoid such a trap, but was this kittypet? The loner doubted it as he looked at the ginger tom. With plush, long fur and a plump body that suggest this tom knew nothing of hardship, it was easy to see that this newcomer had no idea what life was like out here. Even the naive smile that crossed the ginger cat’s features spoke of an easy life with no worries. How lucky he is, Solomon thought with a touch of annoyance. He narrowed his eyes; the loner had never once longed for the sheltered life of a kittypet. From day one he had been raised out in the wilds, living the life of a free cat out on the moors. His mother had raised him and his siblings with ease, teaching them all they needed to know before she had kicked them out.
Once again he felt a tugging in his paws telling him to go to the moor. Solomon gritted his teeth together. The moor wasn’t for him. He couldn’t go back no matter how bad he wanted to. Even if all he wanted was to feel the rush of the wind over his fur as he ran across the wide expanse of moor, even if all he wanted to do was stalk silently through the heather in pursuit of a rabbit, he knew that he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
His annoyance became visible in the lash of his tail, in the way his eyes narrowed as he looked at the metal jaws and then back to the kittypet. ”It’s dangerous, that’s what it is,” he huffed. ”Those jaws will take a limb off quicker than any fox could, but you wouldn’t know any of that, now would you?” The question was rhetorical, and it was a display of frustration that Solomon usually wouldn’t show towards a kittypet. Again, the ticked tabby wasn’t one to be outright hostile toward kittypets. He visited the twolegplace every now and then when he felt the need to have a companion, but there was something about this kittypet just being out here in the wild with that stupid, naive smile on his face that rubbed Solomon the wrong way. Kittypets didn’t belong out in the wild. They were meant to stay in their twolegs’ territory, not be out here getting hopelessly lost and somehow finding enjoyment out of it.
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Post by soot on Sept 4, 2023 17:28:03 GMT -5
Feathertalon , sorry for the late reply, haha. I hope this isn't too many cats- Zee // 14 moons // male
Confident | Observant | Snarky
A slender Russian blue, with a long tail and green eyes.
barncat // Etherclan
Boz // 12 moons // Male
Quiet | Adventurous | Stubborn
A fluffy tortoiseshell, with an extra toe on his left paw,
and light green eyes.
Barncat // Etherclan
Canna // 36 moons // Female
Realist | Polite | Cautious
A dark russet cat with a striped tail, and amber eyes.
Loner // Sylvanclan
Sprite // 24 moons // Female
Energetic | Jumpy | Quick
A small, cream colored tabby with honey colored eyes.
Barncat // Etherclan
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2023 17:29:46 GMT -5
Zee is Lada's littermate, right?
they're all good, i just need to know if theyre loner, rogue, kittypet
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Post by soot on Sept 4, 2023 17:30:58 GMT -5
Not me forgetting to do that again, just added their affiliations now, sorry .w.
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