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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 11:21:39 GMT -5
welcome cherry! runningsky123 either is fine with me! ember was originally supposed to be making his way to be recruited to the farm so maybe we can do him and alyssum and aster? |
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Post by Light on Sept 9, 2023 11:27:48 GMT -5
(Sure! That’d be great! I’ll get to a reply either tonight or tomorrow. ^^)
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 9, 2023 11:51:28 GMT -5
Light whispering sounds good! I'll probably have to post them later today, gonna be taking my mom to lunch this afternoon and we're gonna be going to a new store that opened up, so we'll be gone awhile lol. They should be up by tonight at the latest (again, antibiotic nausea willing, but replies are a good way to take my mind off it).
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 9, 2023 11:52:10 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal's brows furrowed at the mention of his dreams. Pumas? That definitely mattered. Surely that couldn't be what they meant. Pumas were dangerous. The notorious tan cats and their black tipped ears, as big as ancient lions and tigers. The mountain cats that could and would kill a cat in just a matter of seconds. The gray molly had never encountered one herself but she'd received word about them. Or at least one in particular that was known to ferociously defend her territory near the moors. "Pumas are huge mountain cats that live near the moors, even taller than you. As big as lions. I've heard stories about one who gets very aggressive when she has a litter of kits, it's best to keep your distance from them." She paused, her expression curling up in confusion. Yet the ancient cats in Kuta's dreams told him the puma would guide him? To what death? It didn't make sense to Crystal. How could a puma possibly lead him to the ancestors that he sought?
She remained silent for a moment longer, watching as Kuta ate his squirrel. She wasn't sure she wanted to involve herself in something as dangerous as finding a puma. But she had promised. Maybe there was some hidden message that they couldn't quite understand yet. Could the puma be friendly to cats? Did mountain cats even speak the same tongue as cats? The blue-furred molly's head swirled with many what ifs. They would just have to find out wouldn't they? She prayed they didn't find an actual puma in the cave.
"I guess we will just have to find out and see, eh?" She joked darkly. The last thing she wanted was to lead them into their deaths. But surely even ancient clan cats wouldn't lead them to such a horrific death?
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Lillith
with Leo whispering
The tortoiseshell she-cat blushed at his lingering gaze. Despite her doubts, his constant reassurance made her feel so light and warm. Like a kit being smothered in kisses by their adoring mother. Leo's adoration for her was something she'd never get used to she thought. Having her every need catered to whenever. Being promised to have his help whenever she needed. There was way more depth than Leo than she'd ever imagined. And to think I'm only finding out now! His words brought Lillith new courage. Scrambling to her paw, she padded over beside him, careful not to place too much weight on her still throbbing paw. Settling herself next to the ginger tomcat and began grooming his thick fur. He wouldn't allow her to hunt for him, or share her food. The least they could do was share tongues. "You know," She rasped through licks, "When we were younger I'd have never thought you had so much... personality. Beyond your arrogance I mean. You were always causing trouble between the farmer or Alice." She purred, remembering the brave, yet younger version of Leo.
----- (Hello everyone <3 I've got Night open as well near the pines/forest also whisper did you want to start fran and sunny?)
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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 11:55:29 GMT -5
take your time runningsky d: i hope you and your mom have fun!
and ouuu yea i forgot all about sunny moving in with fran :3 that should be fun to rp
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 9, 2023 12:25:45 GMT -5
Winnie -- 20 moons -- Molly
Curious | Scatterbrained | Determined
small, short-haired dark orange tabby molly with white muzzle, paws, and underbelly, and pale green eyes
Kittypet | SylvanClan (might change?? not sure)
Winnie has always known the life of a kittypet; the Twoleg nest she was born in is where she currently resides, though her parents and sibling have long since been gone (as far as she knows, given away by her owners). Though she enjoys the comfort of a warm bed at night, more than enough to eat, and the affection from her Twolegs, she can't help but stare beyond the slits of the fence to the forest beside her home, wondering what adventure awaits beyond the pines.
Spider -- 31 moons -- Tom
Wily | Teasing | Persistent
slender, solid black tom with shredded ears, a long tail, and sharp amber eyes
Rogue | EtherClan
Spider has not seen his family since an attack by coyotes on the place they used to reside; he was young, then, barely six moons, and the attack had been sudden and vicious. He remembered hearing his mother yell for him to run, which he did until his lungs burned and his paws swelled. He did not know if his mother or littermates made it, but he tries not to keep his hopes up; if he has not seen them by now, he figures he never will. For now, he wanders alone, doing what he needs to survive, by any means necessary.
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Post by Myst on Sept 9, 2023 15:03:25 GMT -5
Welcome Cherry!
I will try to be on later tonight, will definitely be on tomorrow before work
For anyone that wants to do anything Dew is probably closer to the marshes, and Vixen is a wanderer they can be anywhere c:
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Sept 9, 2023 16:34:36 GMT -5
Sunny
with Fran whispering
Wide eyes stared out in horror from his hiding spot underneath the wooden twoleg object. He'd spent one night in the twoleg den and already he craved for the cold, metal space of the cageplace. Anything would be better than here. The twolegs were both female, one old and one young. And they were always mooning over Sunny, or at least trying to, he would often run away in fear. Hiding in the nearest hiding place. And they kept calling him, Butters. He wasn't Butters, he was Sunny! His mother hadn't named him that for no reason. He was her sunshine, her most positive kit. Or at least that was what she would tell him. The little ginger tom suddenly felt a pang in his chest. His poor mother. What happened to her? They had all been in the cageplace. But one day twolegs came and they took her away. Never to return. Then they took his father, then Coal. Sunny had been last to leave. But now he wished he'd still been there. At least the cageplace twolegs didn't try to touch him and coo at him. Just fed him and went about their day. And worst. A kittypet lived here. Well not the worst. The white-furred molly was not a mean cat, or like typical kittypets. But he didn't know her. He hadn't had the chance to. He'd spent the day hiding away in the comforting darkness of the twoleg wooden rectangle. The tom didn't even leave to eat. I'm hungry. Sunny thought, feeling the sudden rumble in his belly as if on cue. Hesitantly, he crawled from his hiding spot. Warily looking around for the twolegs. It seemed quiet. Safe. Sucking in a breath, Sunny fully removed himself from underneath the wood. Hoping desperately no one would interrupt his short journey for food.----- (Whisper did you have any idea of what you want Sunny and Ember's parents' names to be? I saw in an earlier post you named the third kit Coal, but I just wondered for story building purposes <3)
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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 16:55:29 GMT -5
for their father i was thinking blaze, he's a pale/golden tabby maine coon. as for the mom i'm not sure, i have her as a dilute tortie. maybe dapple or willow i'm not completely sure. you're free to make something up as well d:
I'll have my replies up once i am back home.
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Post by soot on Sept 9, 2023 17:30:27 GMT -5
Spackle w/ Quinn(whispering)Spackle simply nods, chattering an amused sound. "I had been at the barn, I'm sure you've seen it, when I first got around here." He explains easily, his ears swiveling, listening for the twolegs. "There was a cat there, long gone by now. When we'd met, I'd had.. well, I didn't have a name to be called." His tail twitches, thinking for a moment. "The cat, a brown molly with wide green eyes, said my fur.. reminded them of spackle." He says with a huff, paws shifting in amusement. He'd think of the molly on occasion, the one who'd given him his name. "And spackle is, if you didn't know, something the twolegs- humans, use to.. repair things. It's some sort of paste?" He says in amused befuddlement. Shaking his head softly, he starts forward slowly. "I'll follow you back, then, at my insistence, ask me a few questions. I'm curious as to what you'd ask about my life, besides where I came from." Spackle says, gesturing with his head back towards where they came from. He'd rather not get caught and taken by twolegs, thank you very much. Tail sweeping the floor lightly under him, Spackle pauses. Oh by the stars, Boz and Zee are probably worried by now, aren't they? He'd promised to be back three days ago. Hm, slipped his mind. Shaking his head internally, he awaits the molly.
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Post by soot on Sept 9, 2023 17:32:07 GMT -5
If anyone wants to, I've got Canna, Boz, and Zee open c: Zee takes care of bitty Boz, so they'll be together.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 9, 2023 17:47:36 GMT -5
Winnie -- 20 moons -- Molly
Curious | Scatterbrained | Determined
small, short-haired dark orange tabby molly with white muzzle, paws, and underbelly, and pale green eyes
Kittypet | SylvanClan (might change?? not sure)
Winnie has always known the life of a kittypet; the Twoleg nest she was born in is where she currently resides, though her parents and sibling have long since been gone (as far as she knows, given away by her owners). Though she enjoys the comfort of a warm bed at night, more than enough to eat, and the affection from her Twolegs, she can't help but stare beyond the slits of the fence to the forest beside her home, wondering what adventure awaits beyond the pines.
Spider -- 31 moons -- Tom
Wily | Teasing | Persistent
slender, solid black tom with shredded ears, a long tail, and sharp amber eyes
Rogue | EtherClan
Spider has not seen his family since an attack by coyotes on the place they used to reside; he was young, then, barely six moons, and the attack had been sudden and vicious. He remembered hearing his mother yell for him to run, which he did until his lungs burned and his paws swelled. He did not know if his mother or littermates made it, but he tries not to keep his hopes up; if he has not seen them by now, he figures he never will. For now, he wanders alone, doing what he needs to survive, by any means necessary. I’ll get you added as soon as I can! You’re free to start rping c: |
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 9, 2023 18:29:17 GMT -5
Feathertalon yayy thank you!!
soot one of them can run into winnie or spider!! i'm gonna write up something for both of them c: i'll write something up, and you can decide if you'd like!!
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Post by soot on Sept 9, 2023 18:32:47 GMT -5
cherrywing Of course! That sounds great c: I'm excited xD
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 9, 2023 19:59:14 GMT -5
winnie
location: her twoleg's garden // mood: energized // with: openthe light that filtered from the twoleg nest's opening was blinding. winnie was forced to keep her green eyes narrowed as she flung herself quickly through the door flap, hearing it swing a couple times behind her before stilling to a stop. her head was already spinning from all the scents that suddenly flooded her senses; the smell of pine was immediate and the strongest, and the molly couldn't help but turn her head towards the stark, white fence that surrounded her twoleg's garden. the outlines of the tops of the tall pines were all she could see from the shelter of the fence, dark against the clear blue sky. even still, winnie could feel her heart pounding loud inside her chest, her gaze finally widening in silent amazement. this was not her first time seeing the forest - or, at least, what she can see of it - but it almost never failed in taking her breath away. especially on a day like today, when there was hardly a cloud in the sky, the sun shining bright and warm. she stretched her front paws out, arching her back in contentment at the welcoming heat, before padding herself down the wooden stairs of the entrance to the soft grass.
winnie unsheathed her claws, a light purr rising from her chest as she kneaded her paws into the fresh dirt. it was almost sunhigh at this point, and with that came the buzzing of activity. birds sounded overhead, and her ear swiveled as a warm breeze flittered by, ruffling her fur and causing the soft rattling of chimes that hung from her twoleg's den. she sat on her haunches and licked at her flank, not realizing how ruffled her fur had become from the sudden flooding of senses, when the molly noticed a bug in the corner of her eye. a fly, buzzing loudly, flew by, and winnie was right behind it, swinging at it with unprecise paws and heavy steps. she bounced around, chasing it, turning in circles with the creature as it attempted to flee. finally, she made a last dash, trapping it between her two front paws, the buzzing much quieter now. "got you!" she mewed in delight.spider
location: by the stream, moorland side // mood: hungry // with: openthe day had not been kind to spider. before the sun could break beyond the trees, a dog had disturbed his otherwise comfortable slumber. he had sheltered himself into a thick bush in the moorland, not too concerned with trouble finding him due to being so deep in the barren area. however, obviously, it had been foolish thinking, as the barking of a dog was the first thing the tom heard as he awoke, followed by loud, clumsy pawsteps. spider remembered scrambling up with no time to shake the tiredness off his limbs before pelting away, thorns tugging at his fur, and dashing away, the sound of the foul creature's whine and call of a twoleg falling far behind in the distance. the black cat should have known such a start would signal just how the rest of the day would turn out to be; he had been too heavy on his paws to catch a fat rabbit, a twoleg had screeched and thrown something at him when he'd ventured too close to their chickens, and spider had a thorn from the earlier morning stuck in his pelt in a place he was unable to reach, occasionally stabbing through his fur and into his skin. with the sun almost at its highest point in the sky, he now found himself in front of the stream between the moorland and the forest, his feet tucked under him and amber eyes staring into his reflection in the water. the remainder of one of his ears flicked slightly as he scowled at himself. luck had not been on his side lately, and spider's frustration was growing more and more as time went on. suddenly, he sat up, stiffening, and swiped a paw into the river. "mousebrain!" he spat at the distorted figure of his reflection in the rippling water, fur bristling in annoyance. he continued to stare until the water stilled, and only then did his muscles relax, and he let out a heavy sigh before licking his fur flat, reaching again for the thorn as it dug into his back. ooc: idk how i want formatting yet lmaooo pls spare me as i play around with it <3 also pls anyone feel free to come bother my lil cats |
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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 20:20:44 GMT -5
Leo
The Barn // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
Leo glanced away from her blushing face to the outside, snow covered land outside the barn. A small smile on his face. It had been nice, spending time with Lillith. Even if she was still warming up to him. But he still had business to attend to. Lillith was fed, now all she needed was to rest and he would return back to his duties. He'd check back in later in case she needed to eat more. Or help getting over to the farmer.
Her sudden movement gathered his attention, watching in confusion as she limped closer to him. Shocked when she began to groom his fur. Unable to suppress the purr that rumbled from within him. Closing his eyes for the moment, letting himself be emerged in her rhythmic rasping. A hearty laugh came from the tom at her words. Yes he'd been a force to be reckoned with his first year on the farm. He'd chase the chickens after Alice told him not to, and pester the dogs every chance he'd gotten. The ginger tom was a handful, but he'd learned to grow into the life of the farm. Leo the lion, the farmer called him. Just an ordinary house cat but he had a personality as big as a lion. One of the best rat hunters the farm had ever seen. Maybe that's why he took his job so seriously. The farmer built him up a platform and Leo had vowed to live up to those standards into adulthood. Now here he was, still the best. And soon to have the perfect mate at his side, for a perfect cat like himself.
"Alice and the farmers just couldn't keep up with me, that's all." He joked, puffing out his chest. "The farm needed a youngin' like me to spice things up around the place. Imagine if I hadn't come to cause trouble." Who would have been protecting them then? Who would be there to protect Lillith? No one because it was his duty. There was no other cat in the world who could do it better than Leo himself.
Twisting around to look at Lillith he grinned mischievously, "It's not like you were gonna do it."
Fran
Fran's House // with Sunny 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
Pink jaws gaped open in a massive yawn as Fran arose from her bed. A soft, luscious material that kept her warm and comfortable through the night. The molly felt as if she were a kit again wrapped in her mother's soft belly sleeping in such a fine bed. She smiled at the thought, stretching out her old, aching limbs. Her body quivering at the impact. Fran had been particularly stiff since the snow. And the old ache she felt now only signified that more snow was coming.
As the white she-cat removed herself from her bed, she paused to scratch at the obnoxious pink bow that wrapped itself around her neck. A ridiculous thing. Her trip into the forest with Milo had resulted in her housefolk sending her off to the groomers. It was as if she'd jinxed herself for even thinking such a dreaded thing. And when she returned home there was a surprise for her. Oh yes!
Perked up at the thought, she scampered excitedly to the living room. Her housefolk had brought home another cat! The poor thing had been too frightened to interact with Fran the day before and she'd given him his space. But today, maybe he would feel a bit more confident today. Her steps slowed as she neared the table that he was hiding under. Leaning down to peak into the darkness, but he was no longer there. His scent led to a different area. The kitchen? Ah, a hungry belly he could not resist. Her own belly rumbled in hunger. It was time to eat her meal. Kitty usually made it for her before she left for the day, surely there would be some for both her and their newcomer. This Butters cat that Mom and Kitty spoke of.
As she made her way to the kitchen, she froze at the sight of the small orange tom. Blue eyes glittering with excitement. "Hello, there!" Fran welcomed, making sure to keep her distance in case he was still a bit uncomfortable. "I've been waiting to meet you, young one! I'm Fran, are you Butters?"
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Post by whispering on Sept 9, 2023 20:24:36 GMT -5
Quinn
Quinn's House // with Spackle soot
Quinn winced slightly at his mention of the farm. I’m sure you've seen it. How did he know what she had seen? This pestering tom. She could feel her irritation begin to creep up her spine. Remembering why she only divided her time between the housecats of the neighborhood. They didn’t know of her past, so they hardly ever mentioned it. Let alone trigger words, like the farm. The tabby molly hadn’t thought of the farm in years. She didn’t want to now. But it was too late, thanks to Spackle.
She forced herself to laugh with him, shoving down the annoyance that burned at her skin. Spackle, named after some human stuff. How ironic.
The gray tom suddenly looked worried. Did he notice that he was overstepping boundaries with her already? Of course, not mouse-brain. How could he have known? It wasn’t like she told him about her traumatic life before becoming a housecat, or planned on it. He simply was just telling his story. But that was enough questions. It had to be evening by now. She would just go back to her room and go to sleep. Who cared if it was too early? She wanted to avoid him bringing up her past as much as possible. Only she would be asking the intruding questions here. Giving a curt nod, Quinn rose to her paws, leading him back to her quiet room, leaping onto the desk to her original spot between the two crowding boxes.
Quinn flopped onto her side with a huff, twisting over to begin grooming to avoid any more conversation. She’d learned all she wanted to about Spackle. Now, they would sit in silence until morning for all she cared. And she could return to her oblivious life. Pretending like her old life, the moorlands, didn’t exist. A huntress disguised as a clueless housecat. Something she would never truly be.
“Let me know if you’re hungry. I’ll tell the twolegs.”
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Post by soot on Sept 9, 2023 20:58:41 GMT -5
Canna w/ Spider(cherrywing)Location // The MoorlandsCanna's thirsty, and so, she decides now is as good time as any to go to the river, leaping and bounding across the forest until reaching the river. Her amber eyes spotting the stepping stones to get across to the moorlands, maybe some flatter land would be good for the next few days? The snow will be easily avoided with one of the many burrows across the flat area. Perhaps she'll find one inhabited by some rabbits? If the stars luck is on her side, then perhaps. Testing the slightly frozen over river, she took a pawstep before leaping for one of the larger stepping stones. Canna keeps her claws out, so she doesn't slip off, and leaps until she reaches the other side of the river. Glancing at it with reflective eyes, she takes a quick drink of water before turning and continuing along the edge of the river. With steady pawsteps through the snow, and maybe only slightly tripping over snow covered roots, she stops midstep. A cat. A black cat, sat by the river.. and they seem to be trying to reach something on their back? Which seems particularly futile, from the sound of the cat's annoyance. Canna keeps herself quiet, looking over the cat before deciding to greet them. She.. figures she ight be able to help their predicament? So, stepping forward a bit louder, so they might hear her, she calls a greeting. "Hello?"
Haha, you're all good! It took me a bit too tbh xD
Spackle w/ Quinn(whispering)Spackle follows the molly swiftly, a tad happy to hear the molly's laugh, as.. obviously fake as it sounds. He's curious as to what a real laugh from the aloof molly would sound like? Pausing before leaping up onto the table after Quinn, he thinks, perhaps he said something she didn't like? He'd.. well, not be all that surprised. She seems easily agitated, or is simply defensive a better way to put it? Either way, he lets it go, it's not as if its any of his business. Walking past the darker colored molly, tail twitching politely in an automatic manner as he goes, he sets his eyes on his newfound nook. Taking deliberate steps before leaping for it, his ears swiveling as the molly speaks behind him. Flexing his paws, he turns around a few times before settling, and glancing towards the huffish molly. He upset her that much, did he? Humming quietly, he lets out a quiet chuckle, mumbling, "Tell them?" Shaking his head, he shifts a bit before laying his head on his paws, tail furled around his body. Speaking up louder this time, so she's sure to hear "I'll be sure too." Spackle says simply, now sure the molly's not in the mood to talk. Sleeping will be good anyhow, and in the morning he can set off back for the farm, incase Zee and Boz are still there.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 9, 2023 21:43:45 GMT -5
Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) Shadow purred slightly at that. "Well, I won't argue with that, my stomach's been rumbling.", he said, crouching down and taking a bite of the weasel. He was somewhat used to cold food, as the wet food his housefolk gave him was usually a bit chilly, so he didn't mind. The weasel was still nice and fresh tasting, the snow having helped with that. The two ate in silence, before the weasel was nothing but tufts of fur and bones on the floor of the den. Shadow helped Honey clear those and the small piles from their other weasels out, flicking them out into the snow and out of the den (other than some of the nicer tufts of fur, which he helped her tuck into her nest). He finally stood, and stretched a bit. "Well, I suppose we should get going while the weather is still nice. Wouldn't want to get stuck by another storm again, though I wouldn't be too sad to spend more time together.", he purred. Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest near Twolegplace With: Frazzle ( Light) While it had been an hour or two since they'd left Night's territory, Gardenia was still fuming, her tail lashing every now and then. Of course they'd managed to find another stuck up, self-centered cat in the forest. She was starting to wonder if anyone out here was truly nice. Wisteria had at first tried to calm her sister down, but eventually gave up, just walking beside her. They'd finally had to stop, worn out from trekking through the snow. Gardenia had led them away from Night's part of the forest, towards the Twolegplace than along the fence, stopping in a small grove of trees. They were tightly packed, meaning the snow was a little shallower underneath them, and the two she-cats had curled up next to one of the trunks to rest, their paws tucked underneath themselves, their sides pressed together as they watched the snow glisten. Gardenia was thinking about how they could catch anything with the snow like this, as all they'd had was half a sparrow each the night before, and she wanted to avoid them going hungry again. She sat up at the sound of a twig snapping nearby, her tail puffing up slightly, part of her wondering if Night had followed them, not satisfied with them escaping unharmed. Gardenia stood in front of her sister, looking around. "Who's there?", she called sternly. Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember? ( whispering) Alyssum and Aster had managed to pad their nest in the heather bush enough to stay warm huddled up together during the storm, emerging the next day once the sun was shining. Alyssum had done the rounds around the bush, checking for any out of place branches, before the two had headed off to patrol their small territory. As they got towards the northern border of their territory, Alyssum noticed a shape moving in the snow, sticking her tail straight up and bounding towards them, Aster following along behind her. Alyssum came to a stop in front of the cream-and-white tom, looking him up and down. She didn't seem outright hostile, just cautious. "Who are you? You're trespassing.", she said, feeling Aster walk past her and circle the tome slightly, sniffing him. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 9, 2023 21:47:54 GMT -5
Heather Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) "No worries, you eat, I'll get started checking everyone's nests.", Heather said. She had taken up keeping the barn clean awhile back, and everyone seemed alright with letting her clean out their nests. She left Sprite to her mouse, and headed slowly around the haybales, checking the nests, taking out any old bedding, and shredding new hay for those nests. She took the old bedding to the pile in the corner, her head held high and her tail up, before she had an idea, walking over to Sprite, who seemed to be finishing her mouse. "Actually, how would you like to learn how to check the nests? If you want to start helping out more, that would be a perfect task for you.", Heather purred. It wasn't too strenuous, and was in the nice, warm barn for the most part. It would be the perfect job for the young she-cat. |
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Post by soot on Sept 9, 2023 22:04:16 GMT -5
Sprite w/ Heather(runningsky123)Location // The BarnSprite chattered an affirmative before chomping down on the mouse, not wasting another moment. She was a hungry molly, and one with some work to do. Cleaning her teeth, she quirked up at Heather's reapproach. Checking the nests? "Sure! I think I can do that." Sprite chirps, tail perking up as she takes the bones and quickly sets them off to the side before turning back to Heather. "Sorry- alright, ready! Show me how to uh, check the nests." Sprite says cheerily, tail sweeping behind her and ears twitching every which way. Perfect, like the other molly said. It's something easy enough, at least Sprite thinks-? And it's also in the barn! So she doesn't get too exposed to the elements, that snow storm had been pretty nasty. It's half of why she got sick again.. but eh, she's alive, so that's all that matters! And, with a glance, learning how to check, and clean out the bedding.
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 10, 2023 9:18:54 GMT -5
SPIDERloc: by the stream, moorland side // with: canna (soot)— SPIDER FROZE MIDLICK, his head snapping towards the noise he had heard. immediately, his pelt was bristled, this time not because of the slight chill in the air. his wishing of it being just part of his imagination or a sound carried by the wind was gone in an instant when his gaze landed on a cat just a few tail lengths away. he parted his jaws to taste the air quickly, realizing with annoyance that the unfamiliar molly had been downwind, and even if he had been paying more attention to his surroundings ( which was a mistake, he thought with a hint of annoyance at himself ), he wouldn't have caught her scent so easily. just as quickly as he froze, he rose to all four paws, muscles tensing slightly under his fur, claws sheathing and then unsheathing. though the russet cat showed no signs of aggression, spider stayed alert, unsure of what she might do. he paused a moment longer. "hello." he mirrored the molly's greeting, though his tone had a slight edge to it. spider's amber eyes did not stray from canna's face. "can i help you?"
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Post by Light on Sept 10, 2023 10:13:37 GMT -5
(Wonder is open for anything. I left the time open so anything goes. ^^)  WonderLocation: Barn (Loft) With: OPEN Wonder was comfortably settled in the loft. It was at the back of the barn, an overhanging floor filled with stacked bales. Wonder was lying in a gap between two bales at the bottom of the stack, her multicoloured fur blending in the shadows between the bales. Her front paws rested at the edge of the loft, which hung about twelve tail-lengths from the barn floor. The height didn't bother her much, since she was quite familiar with the layout of the barn and confident in her skills to maneuver up here without falling. Her head lay on her paws as she observed the barn below her~ particularly the cats who lived here. Her barnmates. Her family. Wonder's tail flicked happily, and her eyes gleamed. Life was good. She loved this barn. These cats. As much as she struggled to interact with them, she really did appreciate them. Lilith and Leo seemed to be getting close lately. Wonder loved to watch them interact with one another. It always gave her a warm feeling in her heart along with a sort of... longing.
Will I ever find a friend I can be so comfortable with? She hoped she would some day. Though slow, she felt she was making progress interacting with the others. Not too long ago, she had even mustered the courage to play with Peanut! She felt quite proud of herself for being able to teach Peanut how to climb. She couldn't wait to tell Alice all about it. ---  FrazzleLocation: Forest - Edge of Twolegplace With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) The snow was drifted deep in many places, the air cold and crisp. There wasn't much wind, especially when compared with the last night's storm. The storm had been so crazy- so cold- so... so cool! Frazzle trotted along the twolegplace, his ears perked and his tail high. He hopped from drift to drift, finding it fascinating how some were hard enough to walk on and others were so soft that he sunk right in. Not many of his kittype- er- housecat friends would be out today- nor would they likely feel like adventuring on such a day as this. But Frazzle-? Frazzle was ecstatic to go adventuring on such a day as this. This was the biggest snow he could clearly remember. After exploring the twolegplace during this leaf-bare season, he couldn't wait to see what the forest looked like after so much snow! Would it be the same- or completely different? Maybe he'd find more cool treasures to bring to his friends! Speaking of gifts for friends... Since he was on his way to the forest, he should bring a gift to his old pal Smokey. Perhaps some of Smoke’s favourite plant. He didn't quite understand it, but Smoke loved that plant. Scratch that- Smoke loved most plants. He was a total plant-freak, and a good one at that! The tom had saved his life once- well, maybe more than once, but hey! That was okay. Meowing gibberish to himself just for fun, he hopped down a heaped line of snow pushed by a large two-leg monster. He stopped when he spotted the house he was looking for. With a soft grunt he hopped onto the fence and then into the yard. It was all white. The forest-like garden that once grew here had become a giant snowdrift with frosted claws sticking up through the snow. But Frazzle didn't give up. Sniffing and digging where he believed he last saw it, he finally managed to find...! Catmint! He snatched some of the unhappy plants from the snow, trying not to succumb to his urge to crunch and swallow the delicious juices. No wonder ol' Smokey liked these. He hopped out of the yard and bounced along in the direction in the forest. "I goh soh yungy clants. I take en to da horest!" he chanted in a muffled sing-song meow along his way. He stopped at the bottom of another fence. Wiggling his butt, he hopped up and began padding along the top of the fence, humming a tune to himself. He went quiet once he got to the part of the fence that edged the forest. He stood tall, his ears perked- taking in the beautiful sound of... silence. No wait- there was a bird call. And another! His heart raised at the thought of life still being in the seemingly dead forest. The tall trees that once were lush with greenery were now bare. Now they were mere brown claws reaching for the sky. Frazzle felt a shiver travel through him. It wasn't because of the cold, nor was it due to fear. No. It was excitement. He jumped down from the fence. His paws sunk through a thinner patch of snow, a stick snapping from underneath. The sound carried clearly through the crisp air. Seemingly oblivious to the sound he just made, he took a few steps forward, looking around in fascination. The snow that rose and fell through the forest and the frost that clung to the branches gave the forest an entire different kind of beauty. A stern voice made him flinch and freeze. Oh? Another cat is around here? The voice had come from a nearby grove of trees. Are they friendly? He didn't think there was any territories around here; not that he was very good at looking for them to begin with. He couldn't keep himself from grinning. There is only one way to find out. He set the catmint down by a nearby tree and licked the taste from his lips. "Hello there!" Frazzle called cheerfully as he padded toward the grove. He climbed the snow bank outside the grove and brazenly peered inside. "The name's Frazzle. Who's asking?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 10, 2023 17:15:07 GMT -5
I have survived the weekend. Replies will be up tomorrow at the latest, tonight at the earliest (depending on how soon I finish this online test. The professor literally opened it up Saturday and is closing it at midnight 🙃 )
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Post by soot on Sept 10, 2023 19:00:25 GMT -5
Canna w/ Spider(cherrywing )Location // Moorlands, by the streamCanna watched as the young cat, tom if her nose is correct, tenses and turns towards her. The black tom getting to his paws, amber eyes bore into her own, and Canna takes notice of his claws, appearing for a moment before sheathing once more. Canna gives him a quiet, considering look for a moment from her spot in the snow, head tilting minusculely. "You seemed to be troubled. I figured you might appreciate help with.." She narrows her eyes, nosing picking up the iron tinged scent again. "With the.. thorn, you seem to have gotten stuck in your pelt." Canna says simply, her tail twitching behind her, just above the cold bite of the snow. With patient paws, the molly awaits the young tom's words. She has a tiny bit of hope that he'll be a tad less wary, and accept her honest aid. But she'd be unsurprised if he did the opposite.. after her kits got - Well, she'd rather not think of that. Anyway, she seems to just be a tad more.. worried about younger cats. Odd, but she can understand her subconscious reasoning. Keeping herself steady as a cold breeze passes by, Canna gives a moment to worry about the cold. She can help, if they accept, quickly, if not she goes on her way and finds some shelter for the cold night.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 10, 2023 20:49:14 GMT -5
Heather Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) "Well, I already cleaned them all out, but I can show you all the nests, tell you how to, and next time they need to be cleared, I can show you.", Heather said, leading Sprite over. "The nests sometimes change, but they usually stay around the same area.", she said, walking her around to where all the nests were located, before she stopped at her nest. "When you clear out the old stuff, you then take new hay from the bales around, and shred it, like this." she said, grabbing a mouthful and putting it on the ground, putting one paw on top of it, and using the claws of her other paw to turn the straws of hay into a fibers. "It makes it way softer than the hay by itself." "Here.", she said, pulling another mouthful out and putting it in front of Sprite. "You try. You want to make sure your claws go in the hay, not through the stalks.", she said. Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest near Twolegplace With: Frazzle ( Light) Gardenia was about to ask why he needed to know, when Wisteria shoved her sister aside slightly. She could already tell this tom was much nicer than Night had been. "I'm Wisteria, this is my sister Gardenia. This isn't your territory, is it?", she asked. "We just got chased off another cat's territory and are really just looking for a place to try and find some prey.", she said. They hadn't smelled any scent markers, but there was a chance the snow had covered and dulled any if this was this tom (Frazzle, he said his name was)'s territory. Wisteria really hoped that this was a safe place to stay, as she wasn't sure how much more trekking through the snow she could handle. It was tiring, and she'd had to pull balls of snow that had gotten tangled in her fur out when they'd stopped, and it hadn't been fun. Gardenia looked more wary, stepping up to stand right beside her sister. The experience with Night had just solidified her distrust of the cats out here. They all seemed to be rude or mean, with nothing in their heads but thoughts about themselves. Stars forbid they help another cat just to be kind. |
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Post by whispering on Sept 10, 2023 21:51:10 GMT -5
Quinn
Quinn's House // with Spackle soot
The tabby simply flicked her ears in reply. Curling herself up into a ball and tucking her nose underneath her tail. Hoping Spackle would say no more. It may have been rude, but Quinn desperately needed to escape from this encounter. Relieved when he said no more, assuming the gray and white tom had fallen asleep now.
She was ready for tomorrow to come so they could go their separate ways. She'd done a good deed for someone. Hopefully, the universe would return the deed back to her. Granting her freedom back. Freedom from the thoughts that often tried to plague her mind. Would there ever be a time Quinn could think back on her old life and not fall into this unending spiral of melancholy and hatred? She hated how flaky she was on cats when she fell into her moods. Cats who were her friends, or cats who tried to be, like Spackle. They didn't deserve that version of her. No one did. Not even the humans she lived with.
A sigh escaped from Quinn, and she closed her eyes tighter. Forcing herself to fall asleep. Her body relaxing once it finally overcame her. Dreaming of a nostalgic raspy meow, and comforting scents of her first home. Prickly like a bramble. A mother's voice told her.
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The sound of her housefolk rummaging around the kitchen awoke her. Blue eyes blinking groggily. The warmth of her dreamland forgotten. Grunting, the molly slowly rose to her feet, reaching out her limbs in a lazy stretch. Her jaws gaping in a yawn revealing sharp, white teeth.
Time for my breakfast. Quinn thought eagerly, shaking out her for. Pausing midstep when she remembered her new temporary housemate. Turning her gaze to the sleeping bundle of gray and white, she offered a small smile. Thankfully in a better mood than the past few days. "Hey, Spackle, you awake. I'm gonna go order for our breakfast."
Stupid snow. Stupid leafbare. Leafbare was a miserable time. Ember was learning that day by day. The cold had been punishment enough, but the snow was in a field of its own. It was cold and wet. Making his long fur wet and heavy, and clumps of the ice particles clumped up in his belly fur which was not fun to groom at all. But his misery will be over soon. Hopefully.
Crimson, the molly who'd fished for him the day prior, had told him of a place he could go for refuge. He refused at first, not very keen on the idea of surrendering, letting leafbare win. But the snow had fixed his mind straight. The cream-colored tom could not go through another moment of such torture.
Ember growled in frustration as he sank into a drift. Hissing, as he struggled to pull himself out. Shaking the frozen, cold bits out of his pelt. Great! Where was this damned farm anyway? Just keep going southeast once you cross the stream. He'd been walking for ages it seemed. And the only thing he could find was this cursed snow. Not to mention the unbearable winds that rolled across the moor Why would any cat want to live in a drafty place like this? There was seemingly no escape from the cold.
He was growing hungry, and his paws were growing numb from the cold. The young tom was ready to call it quits and return when the wind brought the scent of cat. Bi-colored eyes flashed towards the scent, making out the shapes of cats. Coming straight towards him. Just great! Could things get any worse?
These cats were muscular, and well-fed. Almost like kittypets but they gave off a different scent. And they looked more rough around the edges. Were these the farm cats?
Ember's nose scrunched up at the she-cat's question. Their territory? "How was I supposed to know? There's nothing but grass and snow here." He retorted, raising his head in defiance. There was no way he would tell them his business here. Not yet, he didn't trust them one bit. The young cat was in no shape for a fight with these much bigger cats, but he would stand his ground. His eyes followed the tom that circled around him, full of distrust. "I'm just trying to make my way through, and I'll be out of your hair. A cat gave me directions to pass through here to get to where I'm going." (sorry i'm late guys, i've been out today, i hope everyone's feeling well! @ feather screw that professor smh @ light i am the biggest frazzle fan <3 i just love his vibrancy and silliness) |
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Post by Myst on Sept 10, 2023 22:14:59 GMT -5
hey guys - gonna try to get replies up before work gets busyyyy Feathertalon I hate your professor for you |
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Post by soot on Sept 10, 2023 22:48:36 GMT -5
Spackle Location // Quinn's House
Spackle woke up at the time he usually does, no matter how exhausted he was when he went to sleep. Blue eyes glance briefly to their companion before drifting off. It's at times like this he truly starts debating things. So many things. Why do we exist? One of life's greatest mysteries of course, and he's yet to figure it out. That's the main reasons he's still here, truly, his biggest curiosity is what keeps him going. He feels bad, often, when thinking of the kits- well, older now. He want's to live for them, but he just- he just can't. Zee, Lada, Boz. All of them would miss them, and he does, really care about them. More then he does himself, in most ways. But.. wouldn't it be easier for him if he just didn't exist-? Heaving a stuttered breath, the gray and white tom buries his head in his paws, closing his eyes.
They despise when he thinks like this, every time. Lada always has the look of worry in her eyes, and the way she speaks, how she looks. Zee seems calm and offhanded, like he usually does, but the worry is still evident to Spackle. And Boz? Well, he doesn't really understand yet, he's just a kit. None of them would put that.. sort of burden, weight per say, on the kit's mind. He doesn't realize how long he'd simply been laying there, when he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings again. The molly snaps him out of his dissociative state, and he quickly makes it seem as if he's just woken up.
Getting to his paws, and stretching before looking over with pale, glazed and troubled eyes, unbeknownst to him that is. Whenever he get's like this, he loses track of his.. well, many things. Keeping up an appropriate front, for one. Annoyed at himself internally, he answers in kind to the molly. "Now I am." He says in a tired tone, though it comes across a little off, which he ignores in favor of seeming more cheery. Perking his ears up forcefully, in a manner he doesn't usually do, which he doesn't even think about. "Time to see what your twolegs serve." He purrs, hopping down with a heavier step then he'd like, walking more normally towards the molly. "I'm hoping it's as good as you say." Spackle says, giving a sharp grin.
He can fake it a little longer.
Spackle, boi. Maybe you need to stop contemplating your existence for a bit and simply exist? Anyway- xD I was wondering if they're gonna end up snowed in or something? I have a bit of an idea if we wanna go in a different route though c:
Spritew/ Heather (runningsky123 )
Location // The BarnSprite listened with sharp ears as she got to her paws and followed the fellow molly. Paying as close attention as she could as she talked, and demonstrated, Sprite looked at the hay with hesitant paws. So.. just, shred it? Glancing to Heather with hesitant honey eyes, Sprite unsheathes her claws. Putting one paw onto gently, and, attempts to do it like the other feline did, making sure to shred it properly rather then just raking her claws along the straw. One she deemed it moderately good enough, Sprite looked up to Heather, head tilted. "Is- is this good?" She chirps questioningly. Maybe she should shred it more, but it looks pretty close to Heather's..? Sprite suddenly winces, lifting a paw and looking at it at the random little prick- did she just poke herself with the hay? Seriously? How frail are her little paws??
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 10, 2023 22:48:51 GMT -5
Feathertalon that suckssss honestly I feel like that’s shouldn’t be allowed. Also, kinda random but not, I started playing Cats and Soup today, and just got a Burmese, and of course had to name her Wila ☺️
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