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Post by soot on Sept 4, 2023 23:41:57 GMT -5
SpriteLocation // The BarnWith Heather ( runningsky123 ) Sprite nodded as she listened to the other cat. Heather was a smart cat, and polite, always helping out. Sprite appreciates it more than she can say, how generous the cat's been. "Alright- thank's again." Sprite says with a small grin. "I'll keep my ears out for them, I know I wasn't all that.. well." She grimaces, "Well, all that nice to them when I first met them. I just wanna try and make up for any- uh, ya' know... misunderstandings?" IS that the right word.. "Well- maybe hostility? Well, they may think I don't like them, is what i'm trying to say." She winces, Sprite's not all that great with words, is she? Leaning down to grasp the mouse again, she just waves her prior words off. "Ah- just ignore me. I'm being a bit fussy, heh. I'll just.. go.. eat this." She hesitates before snatching the mouse, and getting to her paws.
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Post by Light on Sept 5, 2023 0:09:52 GMT -5
(Cotton might be a thorn in the side of Etherclan for a while- then fade into it. I’m fine with however we end up role playing these things. :3 I’ll just play along with whatever hand I have.
Frazzle... highly depends on who he meets and how his character develops. He’s a bit of a wild card right now- not really a fan of being tied down at the moment. He likes to stay on the road. Travel around as if searching for something. Though he probably would be interested in the clans. It might make him think of the family he has been searching for. He’d be more likely to if Fran, Quinn, Milo, and other cats he knows are there. However, he might have difficulty bending to rules that require staying put within a certain territory. He’ll miss travelling.
Wonder. Even more highly dependant on the characters around her. She’s a follower. She will go where she feels safest and at home. It will depend on how drama unfolds and who she bonds to the most. )
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Post by Junospower on Sept 5, 2023 0:11:30 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.
Frankly, River was just glad to be out of the cold to judge too much about the appearance of someone’s home. It might have been small, maybe a bit of a tight squeeze, but it was warmer and dryer than outside. River would gladly take it. The silver and gray tabby couldn’t help but notice Lada’s nervousness around him. Not that he blamed her, it is rare in these parts that two cats crossing paths ever goes well. Then again, she must trust him enough to invite him into her home… River dropped his trout and settled himself on the ground, trying to appear as none threatening as possible.
“It’ll do just nicely,” River purred, trying to put Lada at ease, “I was worried it was going to lose my paws it was so cold!” |
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Post by Myst on Sept 5, 2023 9:50:12 GMT -5
Light Ohhhh Cotton being prickly once etherclan sets up could be very interesting - seeing that dynamic play out will be super interesting. I feel like her and Kuta would clash naturally unless she has or develops a soft spot for big dummies I had to leave my laptop at work cause it was doing updates, and my personal computer is hella slow so I won’t be able to do replies until tonight at the earliest
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Post by Light on Sept 5, 2023 10:24:33 GMT -5
(Haha. They might. XD His rabbit hunting skills would be a bonus. I’m interested to see how it all goes down as well. :3)
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 5, 2023 10:34:40 GMT -5
(Getting stuff done on both of my feet today, so I’ll be going home after the procedure and will be on, or at least should be. Can’t account for my attention span, and I’ll probably work on D&D worldbuilding, but I’ll be around. soot can you give me a little blurb of Sprite’s history? I don’t want to have Heather say anything that messes with your backstory for her) |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 5, 2023 12:02:12 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
Exactly as she'd thought. Leo had refused her offer. Putting her needs before his own like he always did. It was flattering. But she had to admit it would have been nice to share a meal with him. Maybe one day. Tearing off another bite, Lillith nearly choked at his sudden meow. Green eyes wide as she looked up into his amber, a wide smile across his ginger face. Giving a shy laugh that was more of a cough, adverting her gaze away from the ginger tom. "I-I mean of course you're attractive! But that isn't why I like you." She spluttered, "I mean what I like about you!" This was going terribly it seemed. Sighing, she nervously licked a paw swiping it over her face multiple times before continuing. "But of course you knew that already, you're Leo." She joked halfheartedly, returning to eat her mouse. What an ego. The calico molly thought as she chewed. What did he get out of teasing her this way? Did he just want to hear it coming from her? Was her opinion that important to him? Maybe it was. Although she highly doubted it. Maybe he just wanted Lillith to praise him more. Expressing her feelings and complimenting his hunting had not been enough it seemed. ----- (Hello everyonne <3)
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Post by soot on Sept 5, 2023 12:27:36 GMT -5
runningsky123 - Of course, of course. Sprite was originally a kittypet, she got sick a lot when she was even younger. So the owners, as you know, some people don't really want to deal with certain health issues in a pet. So they sorta just threw her to the farm, they figured she be on her death bed anyway. I dunno if the cats interact any with the farmers? But if they do, than I'd say she'd been either helped by them, or helped by other cats at the barn so she didn't just keel over from being sick. Sprite's a rather frail, weak cat. Not like, can't do anything. But she's not the one to look for, for certain activties. She tries to be active, like taking walks and going to see the animals on the farm. She can hunt as well, rather good too. She's just sorta.. sickly sometimes. 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Hello! c:
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Post by soot on Sept 5, 2023 12:37:48 GMT -5
Lada w/ River( Junospower) Location // The Forest.Lada let herself feel less worried at the tom's words, chirping a laugh. "The warmest part, besides right here, is over there. If you want to warm your paws quicker." Lada says, ears perking up ramrod straight, showing their full, tall height. Shaking her still cold fur, Lada stretches, her tail curling slightly before she settled back down again, waiting for the tom to sit where ever he'd like.
Hopefully they didn't too much snow again, or hunting might be even harder tomorrow. Especially if the river got frozen. Maybe there might be somewhere else they could hunt.. She could go and visit Zee? Maybe.
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Post by whispering on Sept 5, 2023 17:34:07 GMT -5
hey yall
i'll try to have replies later C': i had some typed up but there was an error and i usually copy and paster before posting to avoid this but i didn't think to. yay me.
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Post by Light on Sept 5, 2023 17:49:59 GMT -5
(Hello to all hellos!
whispering: Oufff. That’s the worst.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 5, 2023 19:57:50 GMT -5
Replies coming tomorrowwwww
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Post by Myst on Sept 6, 2023 4:13:38 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Forest | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 He was thankful for her agreement, knowing he had left without eating anything. Not his brightest moment, but quite far from his darkest at the same time. Amber eyes turned briefly back to his twoleg den, attempting to parse it’d be easier to just go back and harass his people for enough food for the both of them. Then again hunting was more fun…
By the time he’d turned his gaze back to the molly she’d started to pad off, and he was quick to follow her. It was only some moments later when she dropped herself low, clearly fixated on some prey item of sorts. So he followed suit, crouching down and pinning his tall ears back. The forest was no place for a cat like him. Sure, in the warm months his tan pelt would blend well enough with the shadows and dappled sunspots across the ground. Now, though? He stuck out like no other, in his opinion. He was born for tall grasses and open fields where his visage would meld with the plants as they swayed in the breeze. Here, he would simply do his best not to be seen by the little rodent she was now tracking.
Kuta didn’t know how long he’d sat there before his friend struck, bolting forward with unexpected speed. Seconds later the squirrel was dead and she was dropping it before him. “You made that look easy,” he mused with a warm smile. Yes, she was certainly a fantastic hunter, one that would put him to shame. This would surely suffice until they were further out, right? “You wanna share? I can catch our next meal.” While it wasn't ideal for travel purposes, a little could go a long way with him. That, and he was simply ready to get moving - the sooner they got there, the better.
 Binx -- The Farm, Before the Storm | With Alice - Feathertalon It wasn’t every day there was a dog charging at her and she was told it was friendly. In fact, it hadn’t happened a single time in her life up until this point. Now she was staring down what she’d typically consider death and trying to figure out what to do with the short bits of information she’d been provided. Alice seemed so sure of the fact that the dog was friendly and had stated previously that the farm dogs were known to help the other cats if needed. So, surely it would stop, right? Surely it wouldn’t just plow through them.
Stop it did, or at least it had tried, sliding through the snow in it’s haste to reach them. As soon as it stopped the dog was barking at them, and to Binx’s surprise, speaking to them. While she’d never thought about dogs for too long, it would have never crossed her mind that they could learn the feline tongue. Despite her surprise she kept it from her expression, listening as Alice went back and forth with the animal. When she was introduced, she offered a little nod of greeting. She could only watch as the Heeler’s body wiggled about in what she could only assume was excitement, insisting that the older molly bring her back to the barn because of the snow. Immediately after, she was gone as fast as she’d shown up. “That was… interesting.” It was an interaction she would never forget, she was quite sure of that.
Orange eyes turning to the tortoiseshell she’d follow this way, Binx found she was met with amusement. Perhaps she was used to that sort of behavior. A new question was posed and she found herself glancing in the direction the dog had headed for a moment. The snow was only getting heavier, and she wouldn’t make it hope. Plus she was unharmed – the canine had seemed more excited just to speak with her above all else. After a moment, she gave a firm nod in answer. “Better than trying to get home,” she added.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 6, 2023 9:49:22 GMT -5
Heather Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) “It’s no problem.”, Heather said. “I’m sure they understand. Not many cats are super comfortable with them when they first get here.”, she said. She sat down next to Sprite, looking around the barn. She was a bit protective of all of the other cats, and the other animals, but Sprite was one she kept an eye on the most, helping the she-cat out when possible. Heather wasn’t about to make the sickly she-cat completely fend for herself, usually catching prey for her when necessary, but always tried to be sneaky about it, either saying she had extra, she’d already eaten, or she’d found the prey. “If you want, I can let you know when Spark’s back from herding.”, she said. “Like I said, he’ll be back first, Bo might not be back till this evening.”, she said. |
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Post by whispering on Sept 6, 2023 12:36:46 GMT -5
Quinn
Quinn's House // with Spackle soot
Harley could barely contain herself at the tom’s reply. Her whole back end wiggling in her excitement. It took everything in her not to leap forward and plant him with slobbery kisses. Instead, she crouched down, inching closer. Happy whimpers escaped her, “Oh, a friend! A friend!” Quinn’s friends never gave her the time of day. Let alone tell her it was nice to meet her! That reminded her… “How long have you and Quinn been friends? I’ve never smelled you before.” Her nose was exceptional. She would have known if her housemate was hanging around someone new. Someone male. Harley was still quite sure this was her mate and she just wanted it to be a secret. A good thing I am great at secrets!
“Harley, he’s not your friend. In fact, I don’t think he likes dogs.” Quinn growled, planting herself between Spackle and Harley before the brute could inch her way any closer. Maybe it was harsh. But she remembered how uncomfortable the gray and white cat had been before when she was telling him about Harley. How uncomfortable he looked now. It wasn’t very far from the truth.
Her blue eyes were hard, stern as she added, “Go on to your bed.”
The dog’s expression instantly drooped. Her big, brown eyes grew sad. A sigh escaped the tabby molly’s mouth. Unable to suppress the guilt that rose up inside her. Yes she was annoying. But the molly still had some care for the creature. Not to the extent of Fran and her housefolks, but she’d watched Harley grow up. Raised her in a way. But now was not the time for her pestering. “If you leave, I’ll bring you back a wild snack as soon as the snow melts.” Her voice softened, though she still held her dominant stance. Watching as the dog once more perked up before rising to her paws and exiting the kitchen.
“Dogs, am I right?” She sighed, turning her attention back to Spackle. “Sorry about that.”
✰✰✰ Leo
Barn // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
The ginger tabby snorted, playfully swatting a large paw at her head. "Relax, I was just jokin' around." Leo knew he was attractive, and he was sure that the calico molly was aware of that as well. All cats were aware of it. He may not have been their cup of tea, but he knew that they at least had to acknowledge he was a good-looking cat. A fine tom. He was one of the greatest, if not the greatest, things to ever happen to the farm. And for that he knew he had his barnmate's respect in some shape or form.
Lillith was always overthinking, always so flustered. It was cute but it also was a bit annoying at times. She didn't seem to be sure of herself at all. Something else she obviously needed him for. He would protect her from anything and everything. Even if one of her greatest opponents was herself at times. He would not allow her to be so deep in her head all the time. Besides, it was him, what did she have to be scared of?
"How's that paw feeling?" Clearing his throat, he changed the subject. Twisting himself around to begin to groom his thick fur. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 6, 2023 13:42:42 GMT -5
(May not be on much this afternoon, one of the spots where they did the procedure yesterday seems to be getting infected, so I’m gonna have to get some antibiotics and will probably be going to bed asap tonight. Luckily, I caught it ASAP (woke up to it more painful, red, and warm to the touch) and know the signs of infection (thanks to doctor/first responder shows and the fact my stepdad is a retired firefighter with EMT training lol). I’ll be fine, but might not be on this afternoon/evening. I’m already wondering if I’ll make it through the whole day of work.)
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Post by whispering on Sept 6, 2023 14:04:28 GMT -5
(oh no, it’s a good thing you called it before it got worst runningsky123. don’t overwork yourself! i hope you recover quickly!) |
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Post by Light on Sept 6, 2023 14:13:25 GMT -5
(Whew! Good thing you caught it in time! I hope you feel better soon. <3)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 6, 2023 14:43:48 GMT -5
Oh man I hope it’s all good and you caught it in time! I had a spot get infected on my arm last year and it was honestly awful
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 6, 2023 15:57:49 GMT -5
Percy »
Being a healer was not the path Percy was going to walk. He knew he was not destined to diligently study each and every herb that was native to the area, and he was not meant to be the cat that remembered all their uses in order to prescribe and treat patients. His calling was not that of a healer, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be interested in the lifestyle. Understanding the basics could one day save his life or the life of somebody else. Even if he had Smoke with him for the rest of his days there would come a day when they weren’t together, such as if Percy were out hunting in one part of the forest while Smoke was gathering herbs in the other. What if Percy ran into another cat who was injured and bleeding? He’d know how to handle the situation and how to stabilize said wounded cat so that they wouldn’t perish before Smoke could tend to them. Percy was not meant to be a healer, but he could at least know the basics.
With a laugh Percy batted a paw playfully at Smoke’s ear before he rolled himself over onto his side. The tabby gave a languid stretch, movements slow and lazy which allowed his muscles to revel in the sluggish motion. ”This time next moon you’ll probably be wishing for a new apprentice. Something is telling me that your current apprentice may be a pawful and a half.” The words finished with a chuff that rolled itself into a yawn. Jaws parted open wide as air violently rushed out. Percy hadn’t felt tired earlier, but now he was starting to feel the heaviness of sleep creep in. His den was warm with companionship and his stomach was full with trout. It was the perfect combination to put any cat to sleep.
Another yawn escaped his jaws. Percy gave another stretch as he settled deeper into his nest. ”Your apprentice already suggests that we start training tomorrow. Show me your way with herbs while we take on the epic journey of finding out more about these Clans.” While Percy had no idea of what time it was he could only assume that it was getting late. When the sky was clear he could see if the sun was still out or not by checking the den’s exit, but with the thick covering of snow clouds in the sky it would be next to impossible to see if the sun was still out or not. Either way, Percy was growing tired, and falling asleep was sounding more and more like a very good idea.
Wila »
In all honesty Wila didn’t want Flame to fail if they were given another chance at hunting, but a selfish part of her knew that she’d feel better about her own failure if her companion lost a catch as well. It was stupid to feel that way deep down. Not only was it stupid but it was kit-like as well, and Wila was not a kit.
The molly took a surreptitious glance toward Flame. She wondered what he thought of her. Obviously he thought of her as a friend or he wouldn’t have suggested spending more of his time with her. And it sounded as if he agreed with her and her thoughts on the whole thing with Chia. In this moment it seemed as if Flame was quite content giving his free time to Wila, just as Wila was content with using her time to spend with Flame, but what if something happened that changed Flame’s mind? What if Wila did something that made the tom think of her as some spoiled brat that couldn’t hold her own? Was this hunting trip going to hinder their budding friendship? Wila clenched her jaw, holding back a hiss that rippled at the back of her throat. There was no time to start being insecure all because she had missed that mouse earlier. The molly focused on the path ahead, hoping that another mouse, or just any prey animal, would make an appearance. Maybe if she managed to catch something, or at least prove to Flame that she could handle herself without the comforts of her humans, then these doubts would vanish.
If it weren’t for Flame crouching down when he did Wila would have never noticed the mouse until it was too late. That earlier doubt flickered briefly, warming her ears. This was her first time ever doing something like this. Wila didn’t have hunting experience. This wasn’t meant to be something that made her feel bad about her upbringing. This was just supposed to be a fun outing with Flame, regardless on if they caught anything or not.
Deep in her thoughts she had missed the tom’s pounce. Hearing a swish of wind and paws hitting the ground, Wila snapped herself back to reality, eyes wide and ears perked tall atop her head as she looked in Flame’s direction. ”Did ya get it?” Her question was soon answered upon noticing the tom’s frustration as it rippled through his pelt like a breeze. She hadn’t even noticed that he had ruined the catch on purpose. ”Well, better luck next time, yeah?” The molly offered a reassuring smile. Hopefully they’d get another chance. Having already seen two mice in this area, Wila felt sure that they’d find at least one more.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 6, 2023 15:58:06 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Imagining her mother and Cotton chasing down hawks and taking them down before they could do any damage brought a serene comfort to Creamsicle. It was even more comforting to know that one day Cotton would teach her how to take down hawks as well, so that if she ever encountered one she wouldn’t have to be scared. Maybe one day if Creamsicle ever had her own kits she would also teach them how to hunt hawks. She’d see to it that every cat she cared about would never have to cower in fear underneath the terrifying gaze of a hawk.
She purred deeply, bending her limbs and pulling them closer to her torso as she rolled further into the nest. Creamsicle snuggled her small head against Cotton’s flank right by her shoulder. Even if she had only just met the ticked tabby this morning, Creamsicle was already incredibly fond of the old moor cat. Cotted had been scary at first, Creamsicle unsure if the cat was friendly or not, but then Cotton had fed her, warmed her, and had now allowed her inside her den. If any cat was trustworthy it was Cotton.
Her body relaxing and eyes growing heavy, all the excitement from earlier was quickly fading and being replaced by the warmth of sleep. A yawn split the kit’s jaws. It was only the allure of a potential story that kept the kit’s eyes open.
Creamsicle lifted her head, tired blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. ”Really? Did they ever learn how to hunt?” She questioned, eager to hear whatever answer Cotton had ready for her.
[ i honestly didn’t intend on making solomon like cotton, but it sure did happen and i'm honestly finding it really interesting. I don’t even think he’s realized that his attitude is like cotton’s ]
Solomon »
Pathetic, Solomon thought to himself as the kittypet jumped away in a flurry of ungraceful paws, falling onto the ground in a clumsy heap of dark ginger fur. How this kittypet managed to even get this far into the forest without killing himself, Solomon had no idea. He could only imagine how much of the kittypet’s pelt would be stuck in brambles if this were greenleaf instead of leaf-bare. He’d be nothing but skin at this point. Perhaps Solomon should have said nothing about the metal jaws, or maybe he should have told the kittypet to try it out to see what it could do to a cat. It surely would have taught the stupid kittypet a lesson.
The ticked tabby did wonder if that was something he could just let happen. If he had talked the kittypet into putting a paw into the jaws, would he have been able to stand there and act as if he had done nothing wrong? Solomon’s tail flicked, his mind wandering at the thought. This ginger tom was annoying and most certainly did not belong in the forest, but Solomon had been friendly with other kittypets before. Only in their own territory, he thought to himself. Never had he been friendly toward a house cat that ventured out into the woods, out into his territory. Then again, this was the first time he had ran into a house cat out in the wilderness.
Even still, he didn’t think he could just stand there and push the tomcat into getting gravely injured. For as annoyed as he was, that didn’t justify the torture of another cat.
A cold wind blowing across his face brought him back to reality. Solomon’s gaze snapped back over to the kittypet, attention brought back to what was happening in front of him. He caught the tom’s name just in time. Apple. That… Well, it was a fitting name, and honestly, it was one of the more normal sounding names that Solomon had heard. Not like the ticked tabby could say much considering what his name was now. He had been Thorn once upon a time. It had been the name his mother had given him, and he had kept that name for a long while until he had been forced off the moor. From there he had taken refuge with the barn cats, staying there for a few seasons. Having decided to strip himself of his past and what had happened, he had opted for a new name, something that wouldn’t sound like a name his mother would have given to any of her kits. And thus he became Solomon, the name suggested to him by a tortoiseshell cat who could speak to dogs. It was a name that would associate him with twolegs more than the wild. No cat would know just from his name alone that he had been born on the moor.
Just as he was about to speak and tell Apple his name, the kittypet had the audacity to ask Solomon if he were lost. The loner’s fur prickled at the question. ”What makes you think I’m lost? Not every cat lives with twolegs,” he huffed, annoyed at this fluff-headed ginger cat once again. What would have even suggested to Apple that Solomon was lost? Solomon knew his way around these parts rather well. It was part of his home, no matter how unnatural being in the woods felt to him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 6, 2023 15:58:19 GMT -5
Alice »
The first time Alice had ever witnessed a dog she had been frightened but curious. It had been when her mother had moved her and her littermates out of the pine forest and into the barn. Bo had been the first dog she had ever encountered, and while she had initially thought the large dog to be a frightful sight, she soon realized that he was as gentle as possible when it came to the barn cats and the livestock that lived on the farmland. Over time she had grown more and more comfortable around the dogs, to the point now that she trusted them with anything. She’d even trust them with Wonder’s life, and Wonder was easily the most important thing to Alice. The tortoiseshell cared about all the barn cats that she lived with, but it was Wonder who made it to the top of her list. Her younger sister was the most important thing to her.
So used to living and being around dogs now, Alice always found it amusing to see the reactions of other cats when they first arrived on the farm. Not many cats had good experiences with dogs, most of the other dogs that humans owned lacking in good mannerisms. Why the twolegs who didn’t live on farms had no idea how to control their dogs was a mystery to Alice, but it wasn’t a question that she was dying to have an answer for.
With Confetti gone as quickly as she had arrived, Alice focused all her attention on Binx. The black molly didn’t look ruffled in any way, the way she stood and the way she spoke after told Alice everything that she needed to know - the whole interaction with Confetti had been something entirely new to Binx, something she probably would have never thought of happening to her.
A strong gust of cold wind brought the all too familiar sharp scent of snow. Alice’s fur instinctively fluffed out. The storm was upon them. Luckily they had made it back to the farm before it could get too bad.
Without another word Alice trotted along the familiar paths of her home. She didn’t stop until the barn was just a few paces away, her steps faltering once at the opened entryway. Alice looked over at Binx. ”Well, here we are. Welcome to the barn.” The tortoiseshell swept her tail high in the air in a gestured greeting before easily stepping inside, embracing the well known warmth of her home.
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Post by snowyt2 on Sept 6, 2023 21:54:55 GMT -5
APPLEwith Solomon, FeathertalonApple blinks, smiling blankly at the tom as if he were waiting for the punch line. When none came, his smile slowly faded and his mouth hung open as if he was going to say something, but decided against it. He looks to the side. If he's not lost, and he doesn't live with a twoleg, does that mean he lives here in the forest? he thinks, brows furrowing as if the very idea was unfathomable. He thinks about the ways a cat would even end up alone, surviving off mice and birds in the freezing cold. Had he lost his home? Was he born here? Why not go into the twoleg place and seek out a willing twoleg to house him? Apple had about a million and one questions, but reckoned that none of them would be welcome, and got the sense that, like usual, he was missing something that should be obvious. So instead of galloping right up to the already displeased with him tom and showering him with questions, he nervously paws the snow for a moment as he thinks of what to say. Eventually he decides to simply nod and smile, then clear his throat. "Right, sorry, you don't seem like the type to get lost," he says, smiling and sitting, wrapping his large tail around himself unconsciously, as if to create more of a barrier between the two. "Unfortunately I am," he chuckles, "so I should really-" he begins, but stops half way because, what should he do? Even if he went back to the twolegsplace, where would he go? His family was long gone, and when he'd wandered back to their house after they'd left, the windows were shut and the doors impossible for him to open. By the time he'd finally worked up the courage to leave the yard, he'd been chased down the street by a dog, then ran into the woods to avoid any more monsters, terrified. He had no idea how to navigate the town on his own, and even if he visited his friends, asking for a home, who was to say their two-legs would let him stay? How long would it take for him to find a new home? Would he starve before then, or freeze to death? and if did, by some miracle, find a new home, would he even feel happy being there, without his siblings, without his toys and his bed, without his two legs? But what other option did he have? Apple feels his throat tighten, and the familiar sting of tears forming, but blinks them away, not wanting to cry in front of the other tom. He clears his throat, and smiles, but does not finish his sentence.
"Ah- I just realized, I never caught your name?"
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 6, 2023 22:01:12 GMT -5
Definitely won’t be on tonight (going to bed in a few) but I was looking stuff up earlier and saw something pretty concerning, so just a random PSA.
If you have a wound that you think is/is getting infected, and there is a red line going from it in the direction of your heart, GO TO THE HOSPITAL. I saw in a webpage that that was just a ‘sign of infection’ when no, that is a sign of blood poisoning and extremely dangerous. There is a small chance it could just be a coincidence, but you don’t want to take that chance. Verified that with my ex-firefighter stepdad (he was a volunteer fireman for ~40 years), and he also said that yep, you see that, either call 911 (or the equivalent) or get yourself to a hospital.
Thanks for reading my random PSA, I just got like super ‘holy cow that is not a good thing to tell people is just a ‘sign of infection’’ when I saw that
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Post by Light on Sept 6, 2023 22:17:06 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton felt something warm and peaceful inside as she watched Creamsicle's small form cuddle up against her flank. The kit's purrs seemed to vibrate these feelings into her very soul. Cotton closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her doubts and skepticism fading. Then she opened her eyes and watched fondly as the white and cream kit's jaws stretched open in a wide yawn. It must have been contagious, because Cotton soon followed suit, her jaws parting in a wide yawn. She closed her mouth and smacked her lips a couple times. Creamsicle was looking up at her with sparkling eyes. Were all of her kittens like this when they were this age? How did she ever maintain her composure in the face of such innocence? But even through the the blinding light of her gaze, Cotton could see the tiredness in her blue eyes. She would keep this short so they both could get some sleep.
"Yes. They did. It took a little longer than the others, but with time and practice, they grew to love hunting. I'm sure you will too. In time." Cotton reached over to touch the top of Creamsicle's head with her nose. "Have sweet dreams, tiny one."( Hehe. I find it interesting too. I'm excited to see how things unfold. It'll be fun. :3) |
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Post by Light on Sept 6, 2023 22:30:40 GMT -5
(Thanks for the tip Running! I'll keep my eyes out for that. ^^ Sleep well.)
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Post by soot on Sept 6, 2023 22:31:15 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinnwhispering Spackle kept himself from rearing back when the dog inched closer, his ears tilting at the onslaught of slight dread. With a quiet shallow breathe- "Ah..?" Oh by the stars- now would be a good as time as any to make a break for it back to the room- his thoughts are promptly cut off by the molly stepping in front of him, a minor barrier between him and the dog. Welp. He's minorly upset the molly figured out he's not a fan of dogs, and is promptly more upset at the jab of guilt. He's figured the dog was harmless, the dog- Harley's reaction being an obvious tell. Of course no dog is inherently harmless, but they don't seem the type to go gnawing on cat bones for fun. Once the dog pads away, the molly breathing a sigh, Spackle's own body less tense, not as ready to spring. Dogs, am I right?Heh. "Nothing to apologize for, I'd have been curious myself, If I were in their position." Spackle says, his unbothered tone and look an opposite image of how he certainly felt moments ago. Shaking his muzzle internally, he goes back for his original goal, lapping up a bit of the... interestingly flavored water before setting his eyes back to the molly. "Now.. what would you like to know about my 'past'? Ask away." Spackle says with a tiny lazy smirk, an ear quirked, fully ready to ignore the prior predicament. "I'm full of mysteries." He says with a quiet chuckle, tail swishing idly behind him. Hopefully she doesn't ask anything too.. well. Scratch that, from what he's seen of Quinn so far. She'll probably ask the complicated questions, and only those. He resist a sigh, regarding her with a tired look for a moment before setting about his usual gaze. At least, as he'd hoped, it'll be interesting.
Sprite w/ Heather runningsky123 Location // The BarnSprite nodded a the other molly's words as she gnawed on the prey in her teeth. Ears perking sharply as she listened to the sounds of the barn, tail flicking cheerily. She's feeling better, than earlier anyway.. maybe she should try hopping around the barn some, maybe eat up on the loft? "That'd be great!" Sprite says a bit muffled, her tone a bit more bright. "Uhm, thanks for the prey again, and uhm. Do'ya think I can.. help around more? With..stuff?" She asks, head tilting a bit as she decides to just set her prey down for now. Eating here is as good as eating in the loft, so long as she gets to eat. With the flick of her ear, Sprite looks up and around the barn, maybe she'll find somewhere interesting, and new she hasn't seen yet while waiting for Spark.
Yeah.. that seems a little important, anyway, hope everything recovers well, and goodnight! |
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Post by Light on Sept 6, 2023 22:47:53 GMT -5
(Very rough sketches: Cotton: I'm not good at drawing short furred cats. XD So this very rough style is prone to change. Might try to draw Cotton and Creamsicle sometime in the distant future.  Frazzle: Wonder: ) |
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Post by soot on Sept 7, 2023 0:08:05 GMT -5
Those look great Light! Makes me wanna draw now- lol |
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Post by Junospower on Sept 7, 2023 0:17:47 GMT -5
Lada w/ River( Junospower ) Location // The Forest.Lada let herself feel less worried at the tom's words, chirping a laugh. "The warmest part, besides right here, is over there. If you want to warm your paws quicker." Lada says, ears perking up ramrod straight, showing their full, tall height. Shaking her still cold fur, Lada stretches, her tail curling slightly before she settled back down again, waiting for the tom to sit where ever he'd like.
Hopefully they didn't too much snow again, or hunting might be even harder tomorrow. Especially if the river got frozen. Maybe there might be somewhere else they could hunt.. She could go and visit Zee? Maybe.
River nodded and scooted over to the spot she indicated to. “This is much better, thank you,” he purred, letting his long tabby fur puff up. He started to give his pelt a wash now that they were out of the cold. If indeed it started to snow again, he hoped that Lada would continue to show him hospitality. He’ll have to repay her for her kindness somehow. He remembered when he had met her, it had looked like she had been watching him fish. Maybe teaching her how to fish would suffice? “Have you ever fished before?” River asked with a few licks to his chest, “It’s a useful skill to know during the cold seasons, permitting the river isn’t frozen, that is. I’d be happy to teach you someday, if you don’t already know.”(Lada’s so adorable <3) |
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