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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 9, 2023 21:05:48 GMT -5
i'll get to replies tomorrow! but for anybody interested, i've got a starter up for Wila already. i also have Alice, Comet, Star, and Solomon open~
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 9, 2023 21:33:05 GMT -5
Crimson -
Brown, leafless branches stood out in contrast against the gray clouds. Once having been green during the high heat of Green-leaf, then colorful in the cooling weather of Leaf-fall. Now bare, they spread across the sky. Leaves littering the floor of the forest. To Crimson if she looked up from the base of a tree, the branches looked as if they were clawing upwards. A slightly more rugged sight to the soft buds of New-leaf. This wasn’t the ginger and white molly’s first Leaf-bare. She knew the moons coming were going to be hard, prey would be scarce. The need, the drive to survive would push the forest, moor, and marsh cats outside of their homes and comforts to eat. To live.
This train of thought is how Crimson found herself exploring the outer edges of her territory. Her paws led her along a familiar route, one she had walked nearly every day since she laid her claim. First she stopped by the stream, it was a section that ran deeper and wider than other parts. Perfect for swimming in the warmer moons, when flooding wasn’t a huge concern. While harder to freeze over in the cold, allowing her to fish longer before the ice set in. This left her food consistently, but it wasn’t a constant source. So the ginger she-cat had been thoughtful to include the section of forest along her stream. It allowed her shelter from the elements and extra prey. This was her home. One she had the desire to protect, and possibly expand. Even with her precautions she like others would go hungry during the colder season. Gazing past a pile of stones she had used as a boundary edge, Crimson surveyed the land past it. It was a nice stretch of woods she had considered more than once. The undergrowth wasn’t too overcrowded allowing her space to move without worrying about her longer fur snagging. Along with the promise of prey in Newleaf. It was always a tempting thought. Taking more to feed herself. But with just her? A group of cats could easily drive her away, if she claimed too much or made herself too known. So turning away from this stone pile she stalked back towards the stream. A rumbling in her stomach reminding her she hadn’t eaten that day.
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Stone -
Stone was a pretty laid back, easy going tom. At least that's something he would tell others if asked to describe himself. Having been born near the edge of the mountain. A not so kindly place to raise a litter, if Stone had any say in it himself. The tom had moved out onto the moor for some time, before moving towards the forest and staying closer to the two-leg place. Now? From the warmth of his next underneath a bramble bush. The dark tabby grey tom contemplated what it would be like to live closer or in the marshes. He had known more cats who chose to live in the forest or moor. But not so much about those who had chosen to settle in the marsh. Had anyone settled in the marsh? If so were they a more secretive type of cat? Were they the strange cats his mother had told stories of that lived in groups? Weren't those stories made up to make kits believe in something? With these thoughts in mind. The grey tom decided it was time to start the day. Well, more of settle the grumbling of his belly.
While the marsh sounded interesting. It definitely didn't have one thing that the edge of the forest had. The ever, and so easy, kitty pet rabbit pellets. Sure the things didn't look super pleasing to the eye, or nose, well. Sometimes the dryness of the mouth bothered him. But it was an easy way for a quick meal. Besides, a pretty cat or two to lend an ear wouldn't damper his day one little bit. That or he could slip into their yards and eat when the housecats weren't exactly around. Either way, a hunt was needed. A lazy one at that. Getting to his his paws, Stone let out a yawn as he leaned forward, arching downwards. Then coming up he stretched out one hindleg at a time before slinking out of his bush. Blinking against the light of day, Stone took one last moment for a quick wash before setting off towards the two-leg place.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 9, 2023 21:36:13 GMT -5
Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame had been lounging on his fence when he spotted movement down below, spotting a pretty brown she-cat trotting along. He watched her get closer for a moment, before he leapt down gracefully from his spot on the fence. "Hello there.", he said, holding his head high. "I haven't seen you around here before. The name's Flame.", he said. "What's yours?", he asked. His tail was held high, trying his best to look impressive. He didn't exactly have many opportunities to meet pretty she-cats. The only housecats close to him were toms, and he had yet to meet a she-cat on his journeys around the Twolegplace. He could tell she seemed a bit put-out, though by what he had no idea. He'd definitely take the chance to try and cheer her up, or at least just talk. |
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 9, 2023 22:17:23 GMT -5
Feathertalon I feel like Flicker and Star could have some interesting interactions possibly? ^^ But I have anyone open, if anyone else has some characters 
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Post by Light on Aug 10, 2023 0:35:07 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Near the stream (Steppingstones) With: Creamsicle Feathertalon Now that they weren't on the move, Cotton allowed the time for responses to some of Creamsicle's questions in a hushed tone. "Shh. You may speak, but quietly. Water often runs where the land is the lowest. Right now, ice is covering this part of the stream, so it is harder to see from here. You see where those stones are down there?" she nodded to the five or six snow-covered bumps that had grey on their sides. "That is where a cat can usually cross the stream between the moor and the forest. But you must promise me not to go down to the stream without me, alright? Ice is a sleeping enemy. It likes to make a cat to think it's safe, but it can just as easily turn on you, trapping you below the surface," she warned, lifting her head so she could peer down at the kit. She listened to the kit's next questions, remaining silent when Creamsicle trailed off and tucked closer into Cotton's warmth. Creamsicle's proximity filled Cotton with warmth and an undeniable motherly instinct to protect. New strength seemed to surge into her aching bones and she almost felt young again. Cotton shifted a little to make it more comfortable for the both of them and returned her gaze to the snowy bank. "We will eat soon, tiny one. Soon." Again, she was reminded just how young this kit was to be left on her own. She decided to quietly answer Creamsicle's earlier question while they waited.
"When the snow melts, warm seasons come. First is newleaf, when the grass turns green and plants begin to bloom with beautiful colours. The prey comes out of hiding and becomes plentiful. Then there is greenleaf, when the sun is bright and hot and the prey is plump and juicy. The skies at day are vibrant blue and the nights are warm and clear, with some of the most beautiful views. Some cats say that the cold seasons exist to remind us of just how good the warm ones are."
The memory of the warm seasons were fond and softened her tone ever so slightly. Of course, they came with their own troubles, but that was a story for another time. Today was cold, but she knew that this was only the beginning. Colder days would come, and so would days that weren't as cold. Such was the way of leaf-bare. It was a test to each cat who endured it and only the strongest survived. Even so, Cotton wasn't afraid. She might not be as young as she once was, but she still had faith in her experience and ability to hunt. And she would do whatever she could to ensure this kit make it through the leaf-bare. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 8:18:41 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The gray feline was getting close enough that she could just make out the tall figure. It was a cat. But a huge cat. Crystal was sure she had never seen a cat like this before. Was it dangerous? Lean muscles rippled underneath her smooth gray pelt, but there was no way she would be able to fight this cat alone. She stopped where she was, she had come close enough. I've seen what I wanted to see. Crystal thought before she realized it... it was coming right towards her! Panicking, the she-cat backed away, but the tall feline just came closer and closer until it towered over her. Her green eyes wide as moons as she looked up at the cat, fur bristling to make herself appear larger. She was sure it could smell the fear scent that radiated through her body. This was not a fight she could win, if things got bad she would have to turn tail and run. Hey! I'm Kuta. It said in a friendly tone. So this unusually large tom wasn't looking for a fight. Though she still didn't let her guard down. Eyes narrowed, she straightened herself into a crouching sit. Taking in this cat's scent. It wasn't until now could she make out the stink of twolegs. This cat, as big as it was, was a kittypet! "What are you doing out here alone?" She asked, unable to hide the hostility in her meow. "I almost thought I was fresh-kill! But then I smelled your twolegs." And he seemed friendly enough, but still. It was not everyday you could see huge cats that towered even over the tall grass and heather. Looking at his face more closely he reminded Crystal of the legendary leopards her mother would tell her stories about as a kit. "I've never seen a cat like you before Kuta," His name felt foreign on her tongue. Definitely a twoleg name. "Are you a leopard?" Crystal asked, her eyes narrowed to slits. There was no way he was actually a leopard. But she couldn't help her curiosity.
Night
with Wisteria and Gardenia runningsky123
Night relaxed as he came a fox-length away from the two she-cats. They were no threat to him, he could tell by their reaction. Fighting would be pointless, he didn't want to hurt anyone. Not today. Perhaps these cats were just hostile because they were hungry. "I am Night." His deep meow sounded, dipping his head respectfully. "I mean you no harm." Night studied the two cats. They looked similar, he assumed they were related in some way. And they both looked skinny, an effect leaf-bare had on most cats. But they still carried a faint twoleg scent. Maybe they aren't kittypets after all. The dark-furred tom didn't want to seem rude. He needed these cats to trust him to increase their chances at hunting.
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Post by whispering on Aug 10, 2023 9:25:35 GMT -5
Fran
Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
Fran grew quiet for a moment. Reflecting back to the time she was no more than ten moons. She had been with Mom for only a few weeks then, and Fran would go out to explore whenever she had the chance to. Full of curiosity and excitement to discover a new world. "Yes." She finally replied, keeping her blue gaze trained on the path before them as if walking through her memory once more. "I went past the treeline once when I was very young."
It was the one and only time the white feline had ever needed. The harsh reality of the cruel wild life instilling fear in her for many years to come. "I was very adventurous when I first came here. I wanted to explore everything. And one day, I decided to venture out there. But I immediately found that I was not welcomed there. I met wild cats, and they told me I was trespassing into his territory. I had no idea, I tried to explain, but they weren't listening to me. They unsheathed their claws and bared their teeth, chasing me away." A chill ran up her spine, making her fur stand on end as she recollected the memory. Remembering how terrified she was. The glint of their sharp fangs and their hunger glazed eyes. She was sure they would kill her if she had stayed any longer. "I ran, and ran. So far I didn't even know where I was. I was lost for a few days, hungry and afraid to move- I didn't want them to find me again- but then Mom came and found me. She was so distraught." Mom would watch her for months after the incident. Only allowing her short outside breaks, but Fran didn't mind. She wasn't exactly eager to return back to her adventures anyway. She would never have to see the woods again for all she cared. And had kept her promise to never return even now. "And that Milo, is when I took my first trip to the groomer." She purred, trying to lighten the mood again. After being lost for so long her coat was tangled and dirty. Soon after her human took her to the place she dreaded the most. . "But I do not hate stray cats. I know all cats are not dangerous like the ones I encountered. But it definitely scarred me." |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 9:36:29 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia watched the tom closely, still standing with her hackles raised, though she was starting to relax a bit. He hadn’t immediately attacked them or seem hostile, so she hoped he was friendly. When he introduced himself, she relaxed even more. None of the cats before that had attacked them had bothered with introductions. “I’m Gardenia, this is my sister Wisteria.”, she said, her hackles smoothing back out, but she still looked a tad bit wary. He smelled like the woods, obviously not a house cat. Not that they’d seen many house cats since they’d left the Twolegplace. It had all been either cats that avoided them, or the few ones that had tried to attack them for food or water. Nobody was as friendly as most of the cats in the Twolegplace. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2023 10:30:40 GMT -5
Percy »
A shiver ran down Percy’s spine, a twinge of excitement that shot up through him like a bolt of lightning, as he picked up on the pure joy that radiated off of Smoke; it was almost enough to make Percy forget that they were trudging through a winter breeze full of snow with empty bellies. If there was one thing about Percy that needed to be known, it was that he loved seeing others getting to talk about their passions. He loved watching a cat light up when their interests were asked about. Seeing Smoke perk up as he had draped a warm blanket over Percy, a gentle warm and fuzzy feeling that swelled inside his chest.
While he was listening intently to Smoke, Percy made sure to keep some of his attention on their surroundings. The last thing the two needed was something to attack them out here - if that were to happen Percy was sure he could fight whatever predator off, but he didn’t want to risk getting his newfound friend into trouble. ”That’s honestly amazing,” Percy mewed, his words coming out as a billow of mist in the chilled air. ”I knew herbs could be used for healing, but nothing like that. And you’re telling me what you just said is the basic stuff? Whoah,” he breathed, shaking his head in a manner of disbelief, ”I don’t know anything about plants then.” Most plantlife this time of year was brittle and dead, but even as Percy walked by a dried up stalk of…well, whatever that plant was, he couldn’t help but pause in his steps, glancing at the deceased plant with a newfound appreciation. Perhaps he could hang out with Smoke some more after this and learn more about herbs. He doubted he’d be able to remember everything, but he’d like to know more than he did right now.
A laugh escaped the ginger and white tabby’s maw as Smoke went on to explain how a healer needed to act. ”I like to consider myself friendly, but I don’t know if I have what it takes to be a healer. I try to stay peaceful, but I’ve run into a few cats that I wanted to cuff over the ears.” Being a healer sounded interesting. That sort of life intrigued Percy, but he just couldn’t see himself dedicating his time to the art of healing. Understanding the basics of it would do him well, but taking a deeper dive into it all, memorizing what herb did what and how to deal with a long list of illnesses… Percy wasn’t sure he was meant for all that. It sounded like a lot of responsibility for one cat to hold, and Percy just wasn’t serious enough to be a cat that held a lot of responsibility on their shoulders. The most responsibility he could take was probably what he was doing right now - hunting for himself and for Smoke. That was something he could do. That was a task the tom felt comfortable in doing.
As the pair rounded a pair of tall oaks, Percy took a quick turn to the right. His ears angled forward as he caught the sound of slow moving water; the stream was nearby, just through the hawthornes in front of them. ”How do you feel about fish?” Asked Percy, momentarily changing the subject. ”I figured that since I can’t smell too good right now fish would be the best bet. Stream’s not running well, but I’ve found us a spot that isn’t completely frozen over.” Hopefully the fish would be biting today; Smoke had mentioned herbs back at his den that would ease a cat’s hunger, but Percy would much rather eat an actual meal then take some of Smoke’s herbs. It wasn’t easy finding fresh plants this time of year, and Percy would like for Smoke to keep what little herbs he had for some other cat that actually needed them.
Creamsicle »
Cotton had said that they were at the stream, yet Creamsicle heard no indication that they were near water whatsoever. She had never been to the this particular stream before, but the twoleg nest she had been born in sat not too far from a little stream. Momma had said it was an offshoot of this stream, and the one Creamsicle had grown up around made noise and sounded like the trickle of raindrops gently going through the grass, but here she heard nothing, and she expected a larger stream to sound, well, bigger. All the kit could hear was the sounds of the wind and the puffs of her own breathing. ”Where did the ice come from?” She asked after Cotton explained that ice had taken over the stream. Energy poured back into the kit as curiosity took hold, gripping into her tiny body like the talons of a hawk. She took a few pawsteps from out underneath Cotton, fur quivering with the thirst of knowledge. ”I’ll leave it alone,” she promised, though she was more interested in learning about the icy stream than she was scared of it.
Her curiosity about the stream and the ice that covered it had momentarily made Creamsicle forget about the hunger that gnawed at her stomach. She whined softly when the sensation returned, spreading from her stomach and into her limbs, making her feel hollow inside. She slithered back deeper into the comfort of Cotton’s underbelly, sheltering under the taller molly for heat. ”Can we eat another squirrel?” Cotton had a lot of knowledge and seemed to know everything. That meant she knew where all the squirrels liked to hide and how to catch them. The last one had been pretty tasty, too, even if Creamsicle hadn’t eaten a whole lot of it.
For the second time in just a few minutes the kit was full of curiosity. Her ears perked and she stretched out her neck to where her ears brushed up against the underside of Cotton’s jaw. ”How big does the prey get? Is it bigger than you?” Creamsicle’s eyes went wide as she imagined the skinny squirrel from earlier but now plump and walking on tall, strong legs that allowed it to tower over her. Could a squirrel really get that big and tall? It would be a lot of meat to eat, but surely that made them harder to catch. Creamsicle waited in silence for an answer, eager to hear what Cotton had to tell her about the stream and the prey.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2023 10:31:27 GMT -5
Wila »
As the temperature cooled itself around Wila, so did her anger. It simmered down into an annoyance. Her flanks heaved, twitching as if she had a thorn in her side; the molly flicked her tail, ears pinning back against her head as she drew in a deep breath of the winter air. Why couldn’t Chai understand she didn’t want to be his mate? How many times did she have to tell the tom that she wasn’t interested in having his kits? She knew that she was supposed to have kits with him, it was the whole reason why her twolegs had kept her, but she just wasn’t attracted to him in that way. Chai was friendly, a nice tomcat, but he didn’t spark anything inside Wila beyond friendship. She didn’t get a swarm of butterflies fluttering inside her chest when she saw him. He was like a brother to her, and why he didn’t understand that Wila had no idea. She had made her feelings abundantly clear to him more than enough times. If he didn’t understand it by now he never would.
The Burmese molly sighed. She was well aware that her twolegs would give her away if she did not bear them a litter of kits, but she didn’t want to settle down just yet. She didn’t want to start a family with a tom that had been picked out for her. If she were to have kits she wanted it to be with a cat she picked for herself, a cat that she loved truly and deeply and a cat that truly loved her in return. Wila didn’t want some forced love, she wanted something pure and true. Was that so hard to ask for?
A chill ran down Wila’s spine as she stood there lost in her thoughts. The kittypet fluffed out her pelt, grumbling under her breath about how her fur was too thin for how cold the weather was. Living in a twoleg nest kept her warm and ensured that her pelt never got as thick as a stray’s would in the wintertime. It kept her comfortable inside, but now that her temper was cooling down, so was her own temperature, and her pelt just wasn’t cutting it.
While she didn’t want to return home just yet, Wila made to turn and head back, wondering if she could stop by Fran’s home and stay with the older molly to warm up, but she was stopped mid turn as a voice called out to her. The fur along her spine rose, prickling uncomfortably when she heard an unknown tom’s voice. She turned her head sharply up to where she heard the voice, wide eyes narrowing suspiciously as her gaze rested on a cream tabby. ”…I’ve never seen you around, either,” she mewed with an edge to her voice. Typically Wila was a friendly cat, but right now her tolerance for toms was lower than usual. This tom - Flame was his name - didn’t seem like a threat. In fact, the way he was holding himself came off as cocky, as if he were trying to prove something to Wila. The brown feline snorted. Toms. ”The name’s Wila. Is that your nest?” She asked, sweeping her tail toward the fence he had jumped down from. Wila hadn’t known of a tom named Flame in the area, but perhaps he was new, or maybe he just didn’t come outside very often. Either way, this tom was a stranger to Wila and she wasn’t ready to let her guard down just yet.
Star »
It wasn’t often that Star could sneak away from the company of his brother Comet. Where one went the other followed, with Star as the leader and Comet as the follower, but for once Star was by his lonesome, silently navigating through the snow covered heather of the moors. It was a cold day, especially for a cat such as him who had been cursed with a thin pelt even in the winter, but hunger had pushed him out of the confines of the den he shared with his littermate. If he was lucky then he’d bring back a rabbit. It was wishful thinking, but his empty stomach longed for the warmth of a meal that could last him and his brother for a few days. He’d take anything so long as it was prey, but Star had never been the type to settle for less when he knew he could gain more.
As he trudged along the tom caught the faintest whiff of field mouse in the air. Star paused. Did he go after the mouse, a meager meal for two toms, or did he continue on his search for a rabbit? The smart move would be to take whatever prey he could find, and perhaps if he found where the mice were hiding, he could locate better prey. Decision made, Star continued on his way, stopping to check for the mouse’s scent from time to time. As he came to a thick entanglement of gorse, another scent struck his nose, this one sharper and closer than the mouse scent. How he had missed the scent until now he had no idea, but Star couldn’t mistake the tang of feline in the air, especially when the scent was this strong and fresh. Rather than continue on he stayed where he was, a trickle of annoyance running down his spine. He knew of places on the moor where other cats lived, but the gray tom didn’t recall this particular area to have any occupants.
Now he was curious about this other cat. Surely they were not far apart given how strong the feline’s scent was. The prey he had been following continued right through this cat’s potential territory, meaning that if Star could talk his way into a sort of alliance with this other cat, he could potentially be allowed to pursue the prey still. It wasn’t the rabbit he longed for, but prey was prey, and he’d take what he could get in this cold season of leaf-bare.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2023 10:32:08 GMT -5
Alice »
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Near the edge of the moor where the mountain crags still decorated the land sat a slender tortoiseshell molly. Her green gaze was narrowed against the wind that blew across the outcrop, bringing with it the sharp scent of more snowfall to come. The carcass of a hawk lay splayed by her paws, blood still warm as it trickled from the bird’s neck and onto the rock it lay upon. The cat twitched her tail back and forth as she scanned her surroundings once more before leaning down to take a bite of the hawk. Alice didn’t venture this far out very often. She mostly stuck to the edges of the marshland and the pine forest, but today the search of prey had her traveling far, and fortunately she had been led to a huge success. The slender tortoiseshell had managed to take down a hawk as it perched atop a nearby boulder. Alice had been positioned perfectly behind it, able to creep along the rocks and sparse grasses to grab the hawk from behind. It wasn’t every day that she managed to take down a meal like this, especially in the middle of leaf-bare.
While she was thankful for the meal, Alice wasn’t comfortable staying in the mountains for long. She would eat her fill and then take the rest back with her to her home among the marshy pine trees. The hawk was skinny, as was any animal in this season, but there was enough meat here to last Alice for another meal or two, and she wasn’t going to leave the rest of the carcass here to become crow-food. The tortoiseshell had traveled a long way for this. She wasn’t going to waste all her efforts in getting just a single meal out of this.
Between every bite she scanned the area. Not many cats made their home in this terrain, but desperation made many a cat do things they typically did not. The last time Alice had come this far had been some seasons ago. The air had been growing cold with the promise of snow and the leaves had been changing color, but this had not been the last leaf-fall some moons ago. This was the leaf-fall before last when she had been up in the mountains, searching the crags for potential prey. Alice recalled being successful then as well, but all she had caught then had been a surprisingly still plump mouse, but prey was prey, and clearly the mouse had sustained her well enough or she wouldn’t still be here.
Concluding that she was still alone, Alice took another bite of her hawk. She’d stay here in the mountains for a little longer to slowly eat her meal and keep an eye out for signs of any other predator or cat, but she’d head out before it got too late; Alice wanted to return to her nest before it got too dark outside, and before she ran into any unexpected visitors.
Solomon »
with - open
More snow was coming, he could smell it on the wind. Even the trees knew of what was to come, their limbs bending downward as if hunkering in on themselves to gather enough warmth to last through this leaf-bare. This was a harsh season, even harsher than the last, and not even the land seemed ready for what the sky had to offer it. Survival was going to be hard this leaf-bare.
Hunger was not the reason for why Solomon had slipped out of his nest situated deep inside the roots of a beech tree. His belly was full after having managed to catch a mouse and cardinal the day before, the cardinal still tucked safely away in his den for a later meal. No, he was out in the cold to fetch more bedding for his nest. His last few days had been spent hunting, and in that time the harsh winds had managed to poke some holes into the side of his den. Last night the tom had had a rough time getting sleep, the chill of the winter breeze cutting deep into his relatively thin pelt. He cursed the stars for giving him such a sleek pelt. For all that it helped him stay cool in the hot season, it froze him to the bones during leaf-bare, leaving him an annoyed, grumbling mess with each passing breeze. His ticked tabby fur had thickened to some extent for the coming cold, but even now as he puffed his fur out the icy chill penetrated into his pelt, digging into his skin like a burr he just couldn’t reach. Hopefully after some den repairs today he could stay warm in his nest.
Solomon veered away from the nearby twolegplace. Moss didn’t grow well there, and he wasn’t in the mood to waste his time with some chatty kittypets today. Every now and then he would seek out the company of a house pet, but today he did not have the luxury. Survival was his top priority right now, so he ventured off deeper into the woods. A small part of him longed to cross the stream and head to the moorland, but an even larger part of him recoiled at the idea. While he lived in the forest among the trees, he knew he didn’t quite belong here. His heart lay with the moorland, but there were…reasons…as to why he avoided the open plain. For as much as he would love to venture that way and collect a bouquet of heather to line his nest with, he had told himself seasons ago that he would never set paw on the moor again despite how hard his heart tugged for it.
A sigh left his lips. Solomon let his gaze stay in the direction of the moor a moment longer before he pulled away, forcing himself to trudge deeper into the forest in hopes of finding nesting material.
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 10:34:14 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
His yellow eyes remained cooly on the two cats before him. Despite the thoughts that raced through his mind. There was no doubt they had some relation to twolegs. "A bit far from twoleg place, eh?" He asked nonchalantly, sitting down to scratch behind his tufted ears. Night would take their help if they agreed, but he had to know exactly what he was up for. It would be useless to him if these mollies were no good at hunting. He was better off continuing solo if that were the case. He didn't have time to babysit kittypets.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 11:03:52 GMT -5
Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame stayed a few stride back from the she-cat, not wanting to seem intimidating or threatening. She was a bit smaller than him, so he didn’t want to scare her. “Wila? That’s a nice name.”, he said, flicking his tail slightly. Much less on the noise than Flame for an orange tabby. “Uh, yeah, this is my nest. Is yours nearby?” He could tell by her slightly puffed up fur she must have been angry about something not that long ago. “Are you alright? You look a bit… puffed up.”, he said, dropping his posturing, genuinely concerned now. Was someone harassing her? One of the loners that roamed Twolegplace on occasion maybe? |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 11:09:07 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia’s ear flattened slightly, frowning at Night. “We don’t live in the Twolegplace.”, she said. “Well, not anymore.”, Wisteria added in. “We left at the end of summer.” Gardenia hadn’t really wanted this cat to know they’d been housecats, but she supposed he had his ways of knowing, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked. Wisteria meanwhile knew they could use a cat more adapted to the forest’s help. “We’ve been staying in a bush not far from here, but it’s starting to get too cold. Do you have any idea of where we could find better shelter for the winter?”, she asked, stepping up next to her sister. |
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2023 11:16:50 GMT -5
Wila »
Large yellow eyes remained on the tom as he continued to talk. So far he didn't seem aggressive, simply curious about her and why she was here. Wila couldn't fault the tom for that, but despite being closer to his home than her own, she remained on guard, not letting her defenses down. "Thanks," she mewed levelly, not giving anything away in her voice. She supposed she liked her name alright. Apparently the mother of her mother's father had been named Wila as well, and so when she had been named it had been decided that she would carry the Wila legacy. The brown molly twitched her whiskers in something like dark amusement; she had been named Wila in hopes of carrying a long standing tradition, and here she was, doing the exact opposite of that.
"My nest isn't too far from here," she told Flame, motioning absentmindedly with her tail toward her own house. She didn't get specific with it; Flame didn't need to know her nest's exact location.
Wila paused when Flame asked if she was alright. Her ears angled down as she glanced away, tail twitching in thought. She was still annoyed about what had happened between her and Chai earlier, but it was only annoyance now instead of anger. Still, she was aware that she probably looked like a puffed up ball of brown anger right now, which wasn't a very inviting sight to see.
The molly sighed. "Some things happened with another cat that lives with my twolegs." Wila didn't explain any further than that, and the tone of her voice indicated that she didn't want to go into any deeper detail. She barely knew Flame, so why did he need to know the exact details of what was happening in her life? This would probably be the only time she'd see Flame around considering she had never run into the ginger tom before, so getting into the gritty details of it all would be rather useless.
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 11:40:46 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
Night's yellow eyes darted from Gardenia to Wisteria as the spoke. Gardenia seemingly a bit defensive at his question. So his nose had been correct.Hmph. So they were ex-kittypets. All the same, if you asked Night. Gardenia's next question all but confirmed his suspicions. Run back to your twolegs. He wanted to say, but he kept his composure. His goal would remain the same. Maybe these kittypets could at least hunt. Even if they were poor at finding a reliable shelter. He glanced at the high, leafless branchless trees above them trying to think of the right response. "I suggest weaving sticks and leaves through the stems to block out some of the cold, perhaps. Or abandon your den and find an abandoned fox burrow, or underneath a tree's roots." He replied, gazing at the two steadily. "It could also help to line your nests with feathers or fur from your prey." The speak of prey made him remember why he had approached these cats in the first place. He would have to play at his next few words very tactfully.----- I may add two more characters Also whispering I missed your reply sorry! But awesome! Do you want me to throw him in with Ember?
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Post by whispering on Aug 10, 2023 12:01:23 GMT -5
Hey y’all! I’ll have more replies up once i log out of class for the day 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 hmm not quiet, he’s pretty deep off into the forest right now. And I think it would be more fun for it to be a reveal! Ember wouldn’t be very fond to hear his brother is a kittypet now lol. Fran’s people are out for the day, you could say they are just now bringing him back to his new home and wait until Fran is free or I have Quinn still open near the twoleg place |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 12:20:00 GMT -5
Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) “Ah.”, Flame said with a nod. “That’s why I’m glad I’m an only cat. I can choose when I want to interact with other cats.”, he said. He glanced down where she’s gestured, but with the number of houses that way, she could be pointing at any of them. He glanced back at her without asking again. He didn’t want to pry. “If I may ask? What kind of cat are you?”, he asked. “You look very different than most of the house cats I see. Not in a bad way.”, he said quickly, realizing it could sound like a veiled insult. “You’re uh… very pretty.” He really didn’t want to seem like he was laying it on thick, just genuinely trying not to sound like an asshole. The bravado he’d shown up with had been entirely false, and he was showing his true colors of not wanting to tread on anyone’s paws or seem rude. Especially not when he honestly would love more friends. Shadow was nice and all, but the old tom liked to sleep more than explore or talk, or when he did talk, he had a habit of rambling on. Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Wisteria smiled softly with a purr, her tail waving slightly. “Oh, I never thought of using feather from prey, that’s really smart. Gardenia’s really good at catching birds, we’ll have to try and catch as many as we can.” “Moving is still a better option.”, Gardenia said, turning her head towards her sister, before back at Night. Her hostility seemed to have died down, as he seemed to be offering genuine advice. “Thank you. We were fine with autumn, but we’re not used to the winter outside.”, she said. She didn’t want him to think they were helpless. They weren’t. They’d been more than able to feed themselves through the end of summer and fall, and their bush had been fine for the time they’d been here. But it was time to move on now, at least from this small section of forest. She hoped wherever they found had more prey, as they’d been struggling the last few days to find anything. |
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 13:07:49 GMT -5
Night
with Garden and Wisteria runningsky123
Night's whiskers twitched in light amusement as he watched the molly, Wisteria, light up at the realization of putting feathers in her nest. They had been truly clueless. His curiosity peaked even more at Gardenia's mention of surviving throughout the summer and the fall. Why had these kittypets been on their own so long? Had they been cast out of twoleg place? He knew some rogues and loners started their lives off with twolegs, but it wasn't that common. It usually occurred during tragic accidents or when cats just simply wanted to live out in the wild. Night, however, was not one of those cats. He had been born and raised in these woods. The thought of ever even setting foot inside of a twoleg den made him feel ill. "Are you two hungry?" The tom asked, rising to his paws, looking down at the two from his tall stature. If Wisteria and Gardenia had decided to act aggressively they would have been in for a rude awakening. "If we work together, we could maybe find a bird or two to share." ----- whispering that sounds good to me! I'll maybe throw Lillith in with Quinn for now
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 10, 2023 13:10:09 GMT -5
Wila »
Wila let out a sigh. A part of her wanted to tell the tom that it wasn't a matter of interacting with her twolegs' other cat, but rather something else. She didn't mind spending time with Chai, she really didn't. What she did mind was when he tried to bring up the fact that they were supposed to be mates and that she had to have his kits. Wila understood that she was kept as a kittypet for that very reason - to be part of this breeding program - but she didn't want to be a part of that. The idea of having kits and being a mother did appeal to her in some aspects, but only if she had a mate that was worth her time. Chai just wasn't that cat for her. Maybe for some other molly he would be perfect, Wila just wasn't the right cat for him, and she wished he would understand that.
She shook her head. Getting herself worked up all over again was the last thing she needed. She had come outside to clear her head, not to get riled up. Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't hear what Flame asked. Absentmindedly she answered, "I'm a Burmese." She focused her attention back onto Flame, telling herself that she needed to think of anything other than Chai and his incessant asking why she wouldn't be his mate. "My twolegs breed us for shows. I'm..." She paused, wondering if she should continue with what she was going to say, but considering she had already started, she might as well finish, "I'm supposed to be part of their breeding program, but..." That's where she stopped, partly due to not wanting to get into details with Flame, but also due to the fact that she just now registered him calling her pretty.
Wila's already round eyes went rounder. Her ear tips burned warmly, a flush rolling over her. Was she embarrassed? She wasn't sure. It wasn't every day that another cat called her pretty, especially a stranger. "I, uh...thanks?" Her words perked up at the end to form a question more than a comment. Wila fell silent after that, simply staring at Flame with questioning confusion in her eyes. Was she supposed to say anything in return? Flame wasn't hard on the eyes, but he was just a regular ginger cat and nothing more. There wasn't much that stood out about him, so Wila didn't really have anything to compliment him on.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 13:26:17 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia had fully relaxed by then, tilting her head slightly at his suggestion. She didn’t want him to think they were weak, but they hadn’t been able to eat anything more than a few berries she’d found the day before, and those had been wrinkly and bitter, but she’d recognized them from ones their housefolk used to eat. “We wouldn’t say no to some help hunting.”, she finally mewed. She could feel Wisteria nod beside her, the two she-cats standing with their shoulders touching. Wisteria was a tad smaller than her sister, but seemed to be the more confident one of the two. “That would be fantastic.”, Wisteria said, purring softly. Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame really wasn’t doing well with talking. He felt like he was just embarrassing himself. He ducked his head down and gave his chest a few licks to try and hide the embarrassed look on his face. He decided instead to focus on how she’d answered his question. “A Burmese? Never heard of that.”, he said. “Course, I haven’t really met many cats. Just old Shadow across the way.”, he said, nodding at the fence to Shadow’s nest. He went quiet when she mentioned a breeding program. Flame wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but it didn’t sound like the greatest. And Wila seemed to be apprehensive about it. “But you don’t want that?”, he asked, sitting down, wrapping his tail around his paws. It was a bit brisk outside, and the ground in the alley wasn’t hit by the sun easily, so it was pretty cold. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 15:18:53 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria
Night simply nodded at their agreement, turning his head to sniff the cold air. It was getting colder out, it they were to find anything it would be best to start looking now before the sun began to set. "Follow me." He instructed, starting off towards a warm scent he picked up in the breeze. There was a mouse nearby. It wouldn't be enough for all three cats but it would be a good start. As cunning as he was, Night decided it would be best to keep his intentions pure with these cats. For now. He could use an ally until he really needed something from the sisters. Scamming them for their prey seemed too easy. All three cats needed to eat. He would save his deceitfulness until the right moment. Lightly as he could, he padded through the trees. Trying his best not to crunch too loudly on the frozen ground, avoiding stepping on leaves and twigs.
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Post by Myst on Aug 10, 2023 15:23:28 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering Green eyes flickered over to her as a brief moment of silence fell over them. While he couldn’t imagine Fran having explored the trees for herself, that didn’t mean she’d never been curious about it. Her answer surprised him, not because she’d wondered, but because she went. Milo’s ears perked with interest as she spoke, only vaguely keeping his eyes on their path. So he listened intently, drinking in her every word as his mind tried to put together an image of what it would’ve been like for her. It didn’t sound anything like what he would’ve expected. She’d only been trying to explore, why would any cat react so poorly? Wouldn’t it be much easier for her to see her way out rather than attack her? On top of that, she was so sweet – there wasn’t a single way the tom could imagine anybody would perceive her as any sort of threat.
Milo couldn’t help but frown a little as she continued on to say she wound up lost for days. That in and of itself was scary, but to be afraid to move on top of it? Unconsciously he’d moved closer to her so their sides brushed as they walked. If that was what awaiting him beyond the trees he saw no sense in going, not even for a short moment. “That all sounds horrible,” he murmured quietly. “To go to the groomer on top of all that… I can definitely see why you wouldn’t go again.”
He would’ve found it quite fair if the molly wasn’t a fan of strays afterward. In fact, he didn’t think anybody would have blamed Fran if that had become the case. Somehow, she was too sweet for even that. “I think any of us would be scared after that, it was certainly a lot to take in. I never would’ve guessed the trees held such dangers.”
 Kuta -- The Moors | with Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 The scent of fear threw him off just a bit. It didn’t occur to him that whatever cats he met out here could be hostile toward him. His sheer size wasn’t lost on him, of course, but the idea that he would be perceived as a threat because of it never crossed his mind. He’d only come to live in the area recently – the cats where he lived before, he’d grown up around him. They had all known the last thing he’d do was attack somebody. Accidentally scare them, sure, but never attack them. He simply never saw a reason to.
Despite the clear hostility in her voice, Kuta grinned at her as she questioned him. He’d been thinking his search wouldn’t yield anything. Not that there was anything indicating the molly before him would have any idea about anything relating to the starry cats, but it was far better than returning home having found nothing. “Fresh-kill? Why would I do that? We just met,” Kuta mused with a tilt of the head. There wasn’t a thought in his head about why she would think such a thing of him. Then again, there really wasn’t a thought in his head at all. “Been having weird dreams about this place so I wanted to get a look around.”
His answer was truthful, but his search for any sort of information was long since forgotten in favor of getting to know more about the gray cat before him. Her comment about never meeting another like himself pulled a warm chuckle from him. “Most cats say that,” he responded. For as long as he could remember he’d always been the biggest cat around – bigger than some dogs, even. Not many, but a couple. Though he admittedly wasn’t totally convinced they were actually dogs. Her next question was much less expected. “Me? No, couldn’t be – I hear those things are huge! My mother was a serval – my housefolk call me Savannah sometimes, but only to other twolegs.”
It had put him off for a long time – as a kit he’d been a bit confused on his name after being brought home. Over time it had become clear his name was Kuta, but he’d never quite figured out what relation it had to Savannah, if any. Like most things, though, he’d let it go in favor of focusing on other things. True to his nature, he moved on quickly, assessing the feline before him. “What about you? What’re you doing out here?” He paused for a moment, quickly recounting all that had just occurred. It dawned on him quickly what he was missing. “Don’t think I caught your name, either.”
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Post by whispering on Aug 10, 2023 16:21:21 GMT -5
Smoke glowered with pride at Percy's words of praise. His green eyes gleaming and a small smile across his face. "Well, I guess that's why we found each other. So I could teach you a thing or two about herbs." He purred, wanting to give the ginger cat a playful nudge but he refrained. They weren't friends yet, that only just met not too long before!
Smoke got much recognition and thanks from many cats, but never to this extent. Even if Percy was just interested and had no interest in learning himself, it made him feel special just to have someone this interested in his skill. The only other cat he could talk to about herbs was his mother. They would talk about it all day, whenever they had the chance. What needed to be restocked, how a certain poultice worked out on a patient, their favorite poultices that they thought worked the best, the list would go on. Even in her old age they shared their passion. The apprentice became the teacher when Smoke would have to tend to the old she-cat himself. Death was sad, but it was a natural part of life. As healers, his mother had taught him early on about death. It was inevitable and would happen to every cat eventually. Whether from old age or terrible accidents. It better prepared him for the day she would depart from him. He grieved but not for long. His sadness soon turned into gratefulness for all the things she had passed down upon him before she left. What kind of cat would he be if it weren't for his healing mother?
He was snapped out of thoughts when Percy began to speak again. An amused purr rumbling in his throat, "Cats have that effect at times. Sometimes they need a good cuffing! But I must refrain, I do want them to keep coming back after all!" Now that it was colder, so were cat's attitudes. He got the occasional hostile or sharp-tongued cat more frequently now. But he never let their words get to him. Protecting his peace was more important to the tabby tom.
"Hmmm," He thought for a moment at Percy's question. His green eyes skeptically eyeing the icy stream. Smoke had no issue with water, he had to frequently cross the stream during his herb collecting. Though he was no fisher. But he would not be picky of where his meals came from, he would be forever grateful for his new companion's help. "Only if it's safe," Smoke mewed after thinking over his proposition, turning his green gaze to meet Percy's. His expression uneasy as he quickly turned back to look at the stream. "I wouldn't want you to fall in! Then I'll have to take care of you if you catch a cold."
Fran
Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
Fran was unable to stifle the hearty mrrow of laughter that escaped her at Milo's mention of the groomer. Pausing in her steps as her body shook in jubilance. Her time away had been quite traumatizing but her first trip to the groomer had been an event she almost dreaded even more. Had it not been years ago, she wasn't sure she would be able to laugh at the situation but there was something relieving about talking about it with some cat. Her journey into the woods had not been a story that reached many years. When cats asked her why she refused she simply left it at being uninterested. It was no cat's business to know her story. Besides she didn't want to scare anyone away from their curiosity. Her experience was her own, just because it had been bad for her didn't mean it would be bad for everyone else.
The long-furred she-cat regained her composure and simply shrugged her shoulders, giving her fur a quick smoothing. "Anywhere can be dangerous, Milo. I guess I never really mentioned it because I don't want other cats thinking the same will happen to them. I was younger then, things around here were different." She knew some of the housecats still ventured past the treeline, and came back unscathed. And the rogues she would meet that came to visit twoleg place were all kind of enough. "Quinn and some of the others leave all the time. I'm sure cats are way more... " She paused thinking of the right word. "Adaptable. To the presence of housecats."
It was true to an extent. Housecats and strays got along just fine most of the time. But there was still the pawful of cats that thought they were an abomination to their kind. Kittypets they would call them. A silly name if you asked Fran. But they had their reasons to feel that way, she could understand. They fought for food and shelter. They fought just to get by. Fran couldn't imagine not having her house to go home to. Left out in the cold all alone and hungry. Just as she had been many years ago... She sent a silent prayer to her ancestors for her housefolk. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 16:36:55 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
She felt a bit silly. Of course he wasn't a leopard. They were supposed to be very large, even bigger than a dog. That's what made them so legendary. Crystal crouched quietly as she listened to Kuta. His previous mention of dreams made her curious. What did he mean by dreams of this place? She had heard stories of cats who were oracles, but they were believed to just be mad. She hadn't encountered one herself. Was Kuta one of those deranged cats? Her hard green eyes studied him once more, searching his wide amber as if they held more answers to the questions that swarmed her mind. She would hear him out she decided. "Crystal." She finally said, raising up from her crouched position. "I am here looking for food. But I've had no luck though." She meowed with a small sigh. She would never understand how cats chose this land over the woods. It was a barren place. And cold. She added as a strong wind ruffled the grass that surrounded them, making her drop back into her crouch to avoid the worst of the breeze. "You said you came out here on purpose? For a dream?" Crystal's suspicions about Kuta rose again. Maybe he was crazy.----- (fran's name gives me nostalgia from watching The nanny on nick at nite lmao)
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Post by whispering on Aug 10, 2023 17:32:55 GMT -5
(The theme song literally plays in my mind whenever I type her replies XD)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 10, 2023 18:50:46 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia looked a bit wary to follow Night, but Wisteria walked right after him. Gardenia really needed to talk to her sister about trusting everyone so quickly. Now wasn't the time for that though. She just trailed after her sister, watching Night still. She had relaxed, but she was still a bit wary. The attacks by other cats had made her second-guess every other cat they'd met, and that certainly wasn't going to stop now. She kept her ears pricked, listening for movement. She turned her head when she picked up the faint sounds of scrabbling, just as Night seemed to stop for a moment and sniff the air. Gardenia got the smell a second later. Mouse. Not the biggest of meals, but it was a meal. They'd definitely need to find more to fill hers and Wisteria's days empty bellies. |
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 10, 2023 20:56:54 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
The big dark-furred tom stealthily continued. His ears and eyes alert. Pausing when he could just make out the shuffling beneath the leaves. He signaled with his tail for the others to do the same. He held his breath, his exhales coming out in thick clouds. The temperature had dropped more it seemed. The leaves shuffled once more revealing the brown creature. Instinctively, he dropped into a crouch, expertly creeping closer. The tom froze again, waiting for the mouse's next move. Night watched as the rodent stood up on its hindlegs, sniffing up the bark of a tree, unsuspecting of the watching cats. Now. He launched himself into the air, claws outstretched. Sinking into the creature before it could get the chance to react. Satisfied, he reached to grab the mouse. It wasn't a plump mouse, but it would have to do for now. Returning to the sisters, Night dropped the mouse, dipping his head. "You two can share this. I'll wait until next time."
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Post by Light on Aug 10, 2023 22:20:10 GMT -5
Cotton
Location: By the Stream (Steppingstones) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon)
"Ice forms on water when it is cold enough and will sometimes creep across the ground. Sometimes it will even fall from the sky in the form of flakes and stones," Cotton replied quietly. The excitement in the kit's body and tone made Cotton a bit nervous. Her eyes narrowed. She might have to keep a close eye on this one. "No. Not this time," she responded about the topic of eating squirrel. "We are going after something far better." This location at this time of day was perfect for finding rabbits on their way back from scavenging the forest~ as some liked to do. The wind was in the right direction, coming toward them from behind the treeline. As long as no cats or other predators interrupted the peace, there was a good chance at least one would show. "Depends on the prey. Sometimes rabbits can get pretty big in greenleaf and leaf-fall. Some get bigger than small cats. That is why you have to be careful when hunting them. One well-placed kick from a rabbit can seriously injure-" Suddenly Cotton tensed and she went silent, her ear flicking forwards once again. "Speaking of rabbit," she breathed, her sharp yellow gaze intent on the bottom of the slope. A white shape hopped along, barely visible amongst the snow. It hopped across the frozen stream by the stones and paused on their side of the bank to sniff and scratch at some of the snow. Cotton very slowly and carefully stepped off of Creamsicle until she crouched beside the kit. The gorse bush stood between them and the rabbit. The leafless bush wasn't a foolproof cover, but it helped to hide Cotton's brown pelt while giving them some view through its branches. Creamsicle's light coloured pelt would likely have no trouble blending into the snowy winters. Cotton was nearly flat against the snow as she stared through the gorse branches. She looked at the kit with look of warning, akin to a glare, hoping the kit would get the hint to stay silent. The rabbit had started to nibble from the hole it had dug out. |
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Post by Light on Aug 10, 2023 23:02:47 GMT -5
(Hey Whispering! Is it okay if Frazzle had run into Smoke during his time being lost in the woods? He entered the forest at 8 moons and would have likely became very sick by 9 moons due to his poor judgement in what he ate (he will eat almost anything, especially back then when he was lost and hungry). Perhaps Smoke nursed him back to health and helped him find the way back to the twolegplace once he recovered~ estimated to be when he is 10 moons old. Despite his bad memory, he would probably be more than happy to help Smoke find herbs from the twolegplace. ^^ In fact, he'd probably try to bring him plant gifts if he ever came to visit. And considering his foolhardy nature, he’d likely be a regular visitor.) (I've been working on a Frazzle starter for the past two days and um... It kind of turned into a short novel. Oops. XD I will try to edit and post it eventually. If anyone wants Frazzle to hop in anywhere, let me know.  He's 17 moons old and travels around between the forest and twolegplace willy-nilly with little sense of responsibility.) |
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He's 17 moons old and travels around between the forest and twolegplace willy-nilly with little sense of responsibility.)