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Feathertalon -Thank you! And uhm, cause I'm amazing at paying attention to important things. How exactly are the cats going to eventually start joining the clans, anything I need to think ahead for?

^i also assumed that either we would roleplay the recruiting process or maybe just say for some cats word had spread leading to them making the decision?

i feel like some cats the recruitment might be skipped over while others could be roleplayed out - because it would be fun to see that process for some characters but we're not gonna go over every single character's decision in writing just because that would take ten million years

soot I’ll have Heather free in a bit probably if you want to throw one of your barn cats at her! She’s currently chitchatting with Bo and Spark, but I can redirect her in a reply or two to free her up

(harley's a big mutt dog if anyone was wondering lol. i have her main dna being rottweiler but she only has the colors and build of one. her ears are pointy and her tail curls, i'll try to find a reference picture for her)

of my cats i think it would be most important for smoke(obviously), ember, and quinn to be recruited. maybe fran just so she can downright dismiss it lol.
also i am tempted to make a cat that will join with a silly name. there was a post on reddit about how come kittypets don't have multiple names when they are asked(ie. the void, goodest boi, silly things we call our pets XD) and that has inspired me to make one.

For sure! I’d love to see that play out too, especially because I know that Wila’s gonna be torn between going with Flame while also knowing that she’s been a house cat her whole life and doesn’t know much about the wild

Okay but please we need a cat with some weird nickname as their name

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harley." Spackle says easily, gazing up to the dog with blue eyes. Tilting his head as he inspected them. They seem harmless enough, but it's always, always, good to be careful with dogs. Paws shifting slightly, ignoring the odd ghost pain on his flank in remembrance of 'The incident', as Zee so adores dubbing when ever it's mentioned. That young ball bones wasn't even there when it happened, hadn't even been alive yet. His ears swivel a tad, eyes looking between the two once before staying on the dog- Harely.

Not a bad name.

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Cotton
Location: Moor (Cotton’s Den)
With: Creamsicle
(Feathertalon )

Hm... Creamsicle's mother ate rabbits as a kit? Though it didn't change her wariness of the cat's character, the fact that she was a cat who hunted rabbits improved Cotton's opinion of her considerably. At least that incompetent she-cat had some talent- perhaps some promising background. The mention of twolegs must mean they had come from the twolegplace. Cotton didn't know much about the ways of kittypets, nor had she ever tried to. They rarely came this far. Whenever they did, she would make it a point to scare them off as she would any cat. From what little she had seen, they were talkers. Soft and usually easy to scare. She would consider kittypets less of a nuisance than cats that would put up more of a fight, if it wasn't for their inconvenient ignorance to the way things worked out here. 

Cotton's yellow gaze drifted down to Creamsicle. When she first met the kit, she had thought she could catch a whiff of that same twoleg smell that all kittypets carried. But the longer she spent with the kit, the more she realized the scent was weak and faded, as if by time or by thorough cleaning. Creamsicle's description of her mother sounded much more capable than the average kittypet. She still didn't know what to think of this cat, but perhaps there was more to the story than she had originally thought. 

"If your mother comes and asks me herself, then I might consider it," Cotton said at last. It was the safest and most honest reply. That way she could test the cat's determination and not commit to anything in the case that she was untrustworthy. Her tail tip flicked again. The topic was making her feel edgy.

Cotton peered at Creamsicle, looking her over once more, as she had several times since they had met. Many plans flitted through her mind~ plans to put some more meat on her bones, plans to teach her and train her on moor life, plans to protect her and keep her warm and safe throughout the winter. As she pondered on these, she could feel herself sinking deeper into her nest. She was growing weary. All the travelling, the encounter, the cold, the uneasy sleep outside, the hunt~ it all seemed to be catching up with her now. She shifted in the nest, gathering the energy for one more story. She thought through the day's events and decided to share a story about hunting. Creamsicle seemed to be warming up to the idea with the hawks and all, but perhaps another story would still help things along. "You know... One of my kits was once scared to hunt."

(Aw, Cotton would love that. :3)
(Haha. Yep. It's amazing how much little pieces of information can change the point of view.)
(Aw. And poor Solomon. For someone who holds a grudge against his momma, his personality actually has become a bit like her. :3 I find that cool.)

I’m thinking Wisteria and Gardenia get recruited, then maybe they somehow run into Alyssum and Aster, who join to be with their littermates? Something of that nature.

Which I might free Alyssum and Aster up, Harpy hasn’t been on in a bit, either that or I completely missed their reply 😅

The most important cat's of mine to get recruited are probably Spackle, Boz, and Canna. I was a bit indecisive on Spackle.. still debating wether or not he'll be that random, weird loner that likes to visit the clan's territories to make for interesting stories, lol

APPLE


Location; woods with Solomon @talonfeather

Apple, at the mention of the jawed creature being dangerous, and its possible limb removing abilities, scurried away from it clumsily, falling backwards into a patch on bare dirt and twigs.

"Yeesh! Why didn't you lead with that?" he says, shuddering but laughing good-naturedly as he pulls himself up.

Apple, though still acting friendly and chatting pleasantly, was becoming more and more nervous by the minute.
The way the toms eyes pierced through him made his stomach curl and his smile waver, tighten, but never fall.

He was sure the other tom didn't like him, and he didn't deal well with not being liked.

Ever since he was a kit, he'd felt this overwhelming urge to be loved by everyone, even the grumpy tom who sat on the picket fence by the shed who only liked him when he'd push his milk tray from the porch to his resting spot every morning, even the small two-legs that pulled at his whiskers and stepped on his tail, even his least favorite cousin who ate from his food bowl. Everyone was a potential friend, with some work here and there, but if it did so happen that a cat just plain old hated him, he almost always knew why. Usually it was because of his tendency to accidentally fall on or trample others, due to his size and clumsiness, but what could this tomcat, who he'd never met before and never stepped on before, dislike about him?

Sure he'd get a few annoyed looks back home when he talked to much or took play wrestling a bit too far, but he'd never been looked at with such... distain. In fact, if he were back home and a cat looked at him that way he probably would have ran and hid under the cold box to wallow, but seeing as there were no cold boxes around and this was, to his knowledge, the only other cat around here for him to talk to, Apple swallows the growing nerves in his gut and takes a few steps towards the tom cat.

"I just realized I never introduced myself," he says, glancing back at the jawed creature for a moment, to make sure it wasn't following him. "My name is Apple, It's a pleasure to meet you!," he says, shaking some snow from his paws and smiling. 'I didn't think I'd see any other cats out here, are you lost?"

Heather
Location: Barn
With: Sprite (soot)

“Oh, yes, they’re alright. The farmer came and looked them over, they’re off driving the sheep right now.”, Heather said, standing up and stretching slightly. “Come on, I put the mouse inside near my nest. I already had one this morning.”, she said, leading the way around to the front of the barn. The big barn door was cracked open as it usually was, allowing the cats to come and go as they pleased.

She led the way inside, walking past the horses, one of whole raised their head from eating their breakfast, but went back to their hay when they say it was just the cats. Heather led the way to the hay bales in the back, leaping up a few to a spot in the middle, a small scoop in the hay serving as her nest, a mouse laying next to it. She grabbed it, and turned and jumped back down to where Sprite was. “Here ya go.”, she said.

I have caught up on all the planning

outside of Kuta, I think my only cat would really need to like have recruiting played out is probably Dew - everyone else is gonna be on the fence or I'll just pop them into the clan depending on if I feel like they'd join lol