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Post by Light on Sept 10, 2023 23:05:23 GMT -5
 FrazzleLocation:ย Forest - Near Twolegplace With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) Frazzle spied a cream molly and a fluffier white and cream molly from his position on the top of the snowdrift, as he peered through the branches of the grove. The two stood side by side, most definitely sisters by all appearance. They smelt like any other forest cat and they seemed nice enough- they weren't attacking him after all! His own pelt would carry a variety of scents from the twolegplace, greasy twoleg food being one of the prominent ones. It had been a few days since he last visited the forest, so scents of the wild were likely long gone.ย "Nope! Not mine! Kind of a silly concept though, don't you think? Owning territory?ย Pssh!" Frazzle gave a short churr of amusement. In a sudden display of dramatics, he drew himself up, puffing his chest out and mimicked a deep resonating voice. "These trees and all the prey who live here all belong to me, ha ha ha! If you go as far as touch a single leaf, I will make you regret it!" The fluffy orange and white cat chuckled further to himself. He let his front paws slip down the drift, causing his face to poke out from the branches. His hind legs were anchoring him to the top of the snowdrift and his belly was pressed against the snow in a sort of awkward-looking downward dog position. It probably didn't look as cool as Frazzle thought it did. Would it be very easy to get out of this position while branches dug into his fur on all sides? Probably not.
"Yeah- there are some of those types out here," he continued in his usual voice as if everything was fine. "I've come across a few of them myself. They are so fun to tease." Frazzle flashed a mischievous grin as some of his adventures came to mind. Some cats around probably knew him as the neighbourhood nuisance. It was a miracle he had survived as long as he had- and with very little telltale scarring. If there was one thing he was good at- it was running away. Sure, there had been a few close calls- but the foolish tom didn't dwell on those.
"So prey, huh? Do you think any will be out today? I heard some birds earlier, so they are probably out there somewhere. I actually came out here in hopes of seeing what it's like out here after a big snow like last night." Speaking of food, Frazzle wouldn't mind finding some fresh prey to munch on. Twoleg food was good and all, but nothing beat the taste of fresh kill. Though his thick fur protected him well from the cold, since leaf-bare had started, he found himself with a constant craving for food. Perhaps he'd find something to hunt on his way through the forest.ย --- (Ahh, thanks Whispering. XD He's practically just a big kid.) (Feathertalon: Ouff! Best of wishes with the test!) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 10, 2023 23:09:33 GMT -5
Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember ( whispering) Alyssum frowned slightly. She knew the snow had probably covered their scent markings, hence their patrolling, but this tom didnโt have to be so snappish about it. He was the one trespassing. She waited until he mentioned passing through, looking a bit suspicious, but didnโt accuse him of anything. They didnโt need a fight, or even an argument. Best to make friends, not foes. โDirections where?โ, Aster asked, having come back over to stand beside his sister, still watching the strange cat. He was barely more than a kitten, definitely no match for the two of them if he did decide to start a fight. โWe might be able to help, if we know where it is.โ, he said. It depended on where the tom was going. Heather Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) โOh, shoot, I forgot to mention. You gotta be careful how you hold it with your paws, or youโll get poked and cut.โ, Heather said. โIt took me a bit to learn how not to leave with cuts all over my pads. Until thenโฆ maybe we could see about finding something to wrap your pads in? Like a leaf? Iโll talk to one of the dogs about finding something.โ, she said. She didnโt want to risk a cut getting infected, not with Sprite. Any of the other cats would be dangerous enough, but the little she-cat already struggling with sickness, she didnโt need an infection adding to that. โBut thatโs perfect! Too small, and theyโll get all tangled in fur, and too big and they wonโt be as comfortable, but thatโs the perfect size to shred them too.โ, she said. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 10, 2023 23:17:31 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest Near Twolegplace With: Frazzle ( Light) Wisteria looked amused by Frazzleโs theatrics, Gardenia less so, rolling her eyes slightly at the rather eccentric tomcat. โWe just came from a territory with a cat a lot like that. We thought he wasnโt, butโฆโ, Wisteria said, trailing off as she glanced at Gardenia. Really, she wondered how much had just been from Gardenia causing problems by her lack of trust. But, she wouldnโt mention that in front of a stranger. Sheโd try and talk to her sister about it later. Instead, she turned back to Frazzle. โWeโฆ donโt know. This is, uh, our first winter out here.โ, she said. โFirst snow.โ โNot that we donโt know how to take care of ourselves.โ, Gardenia said, still bitter about Nightโs words. โJust donโt know the routines and the way things change quite yet.โ, she said. She didnโt want this cat to think they were helpless, not like Night had seemed to think they were. She shook herself slightly, trying to forget the infuriating tom. They never had to deal with him again, so why bother wasting time thinking about him. Wisteria glanced at her sister, looking back to Frazzle before rolling her eyes slightly in exasperation. Gardenia needed to lighten up a bit. Frazzle was already a million times nicer than Night had been. โWell, do you know if anyone has a territory here? We donโt want to intrude on anyoneโs space, but weโd like to have a place to stay until the snow gets better.โ, Wisteria said. They could look around for a tree hollow, or maybe a nice rock crevice. Something protected and warm. |
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Post by Myst on Sept 11, 2023 7:53:51 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Forest | With Crystal - ๐๐๐๐ข As Crystal went on to explain exactly what pumas were, he made quick work of finishing off the squirrel. It sounded as if they were truly a force to contend with, especially if they were the size of a lion. To add the aggression on top of it, he could only imagine how these stories wouldโve been relayed to her. Perhaps from witnesses or lucky survivors. Soโฆ he was meant to be guiding by a deadly animal? How was that supposed to work? Certainly, this couldnโt be a lost cause, but he couldnโt really think of anything else that the starry catโs words would mean.
Her dark joke drew a chuckle from Kuta as he stood back up, reaching forward to stretch out his legs. โI guess we will,โ Kuta mewed. Lifting himself back up he gave a good shake to his pelt before offering a warm smile to her. โI think weโll be fine. Who knows, maybe they donโt mean a real puma. Or they know something about the puma we donโt.โ It was plausible. After all, he hadnโt even been sure what the animal was until just now. But he wouldnโt worry himself with thinking that far ahead. All would do is damper his mood and kill his drive to get up there. They could tackle the puma concept after they to the cave. โPoint is, their goal is to have me restore something, so I doubt that this โpumaโ situation is deadly. Canโt restore anything in the afterlife.โ Heโd managed to amuse himself with the comment, a warm chuckle escaping him.
Meal finished, it seemed all that was left to do was to get a move on. โI appreciate the meal โ letโs head out.โ With a quick flick of the tail, the tom had started off through the trees once more. The way to the stream was clearer to him that the last time he was in the area, so he was sure they wouldnโt encounter any issues getting there. As for following it up to the caveโฆ well, he imagined it couldnโt be too hard.
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 After heโd taken the first bite, the molly was happy to help herself. The fact that it was cold was a bit odd to her, but she got over it easily. After all, it tasted fresh otherwise, so she couldnโt complain much. She was also content to share the meal in silence. Once they had finished and the remains were handled sheโd taken to cleaning her face as the other spoke. His words drew a warm purr out of her, whiskers twitching in amusement. โYou know where to find me for compnay, then,โ Honey mused, standing up lazily. โCome on then โ Iโll walk with you as far as the treeline.โ She wouldnโt dare get any closer to the twoleg dens, lest they think she was free for the taking. Sheโd sooner perish before one of those things tried to grab her.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2023 10:37:59 GMT -5
Feathertalon that suckssss honestly I feel like thatโs shouldnโt 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 โบ๏ธ Wila is gonna make so much soup Her clan rank will be soupmaker |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2023 14:33:22 GMT -5
Creamsicle ยป
It was no longer easy for Creamsicle to imagine just how frightened, cold, and hungry she had been this morning. This morning she had been so sure that she wasnโt going to live to see another sunrise, but now, as she lay beside Cotton, warm, full, and comfortable, she knew she had plenty of sunrises ahead of her. The stars had looked down upon her and gave her a second chance. Feeling grateful was something of a new emotion for the kit, her youthful age not quite understanding what it meant to be grateful just yet, but it was an emotion that swelled warmth inside her entire body. There was guilt that followed suit as well, guilt that none of her littermates had made it out. Guilt that she had been the one to survive. She had been one of two kits to escape the streamโs violent cold and rough currents, and she had been the only one out of two kits to cross the thunderpath successfully.
Even in her tired state the young kit wondered why she had been the one spared. What made the stars look down at her and pick her over her siblings? It was a question that would perhaps follow her around for the rest of her life, and maybe it was something she could bring up to Cotton at some point. Maybe sheโd even tell Cotton what had happened to her, her littermates, and her mother. If she could find the words. If she could verbalize that trauma without shutting down.
Creamsicle nuzzled even deeper into Cottonโs pelt. She shuffled in the nest, adjusting her shoulders and hips until all she felt was a peaceful relaxation. Another yawn took hold of her jaws. โIโll be the best hawk-โ A second yawn, โhunter and den cleaner ever,โ she promised warmly, heavy eyes closing as she was pulled into slumber curled neatly into Cottonโs soft flank.
Solomon ยป
What a soft-furred, idiotic tom this kittypet was. Did he just assume that every cat lived the gentle life of a kittypet? How stupid that was. It made Solomon wonder if Apple had ever gone outside before. Was this perhaps the tomโs first time ever outside? Solomon would believe it. He scanned the ginger tom with narrowed eyes, taking in how plush his fur was, how plump his abdomen appeared. There was no way this cat was anything but a kittypet, and why he had decided to step into the forest on a day like this was beyond Solomon. The loner snorted underneath his breath. Kittypets. Even when they were tolerable they still had heads full of thistledown.
There was no need for Apple to explain that he was lost, Solomon could already tell. He didnโt know of any kittypets that traveled beyond their twolegsโ territory, let alone come out this far into the forest, especially on such a volatile winter day. The thought had him glancing upward, beyond the bare tree branches and to the sky above. Thick gray clouds hung low in the sky, heavy with the burden of a leaf-bare storm. It wouldnโt be long before the snow began to fall.
A sigh slipped off the tomcatโs tongue. Again he looked toward the metal jaws, mindful of just how easily they could take a limb. Heโd have to be careful and keep an eye out just in case more had been set. But they also reminded him that despite how frustrating this kittypet was, Solomon couldnโt just allow him to get injured, or worse. Perhaps he would have felt differently about Apple had they met in a twoleg garden instead. Solomon found kittypets interesting, and when he wanted company, they were usually always willing to chat the time away. Apple would have been a good companion if Solomon had been seeking out such favors.
Realizing that gathering moss and other supplies for his den would have to wait, Solomon lowered his defenses somewhat. He relaxed his shoulders, the fur along his spine sleeking back down onto his body. โIโll help you out of the forest,โ he meowed after a moment. The twolegplace wasnโt incredibly far, and while the storm was edging ever closer, Solomon felt certain that heโd have enough time to get this kittypet back home and then return back to his den in time. If this was the moor then heโd have second thoughts about this, but this was the forest, and if the forest was good for one thing it was that snow and other precipitation accumulated a lot slower than it did out in the open.
Solomon took a step away from the metal jaw, giving it a wide berth. He motioned with his tail for Apple to follow, stopping momentarily at the question. Eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, but given a second to think it over he realized that giving this kittypet his name wouldnโt be detrimental. โThe nameโs Tho-โ He stopped himself as his birth name tried wiggling itself off his tongue. Solomon flinched back, nose wrinkling in distaste, the old name laying bitter upon the roof of his mouth. It had been moons since he had last gone by that name, so why was he thinking about it now? Perhaps because the thought of the moor had returned to him more than once today. Solomon huffed. He was dwelling too hard in the past when he needed to be headed toward the future. โSolomon,โ he answered once he had shaken away most of his distaste. โThe nameโs Solomon, now come on. The snow wonโt wait on us.โ
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2023 14:33:36 GMT -5
Percy ยป
While Percy had not done just a whole lot today, his body felt like he had exerted every last inch of energy it had. Perhaps he just felt this tired and out of it because of how cold the leaf-bare was and how warm his nest was, or perhaps he just felt more at ease with another cat sleeping in the den with him. Either way, sleep came easy to him tonight, the last thing he remembered hearing was Smokeโs soothing voice. He drifted off into slumber.
If the loner had any dreams last night, they were already lost to him by the time his green eyes slowly peeled open to the world. A yawn split his jaws as he lay there curled in his nest, soaking in the warmth of his body. After a moment he slowly uncurled himself, stretching each limb out until all four had had a chance to come back to life.
While the back of the den was still covered in shadow, brightness coming in through the denโs exit was enough to let Percy know that the storm was over. It must have pushed its way through overnight, and with the sun shining, clear skies awaited him. He just wondered how deep the snow had gotten as he slept. Hopefully not too deep. Hunger was growling deep in his stomach, making him hopeful that breakfast was available.
With slow, languid movements Percy pushed himself up to his paws. His back arched in a long stretch, another yawn splitting his jaws open to reveal the soft pinkness dotted with sharp white inside. After a moment of standing there and taking in the fact that he was once again awake, Percy turned to head outside and check the status of the land, but was halted in his steps when he noticed a fluffy gray ball of tabby fur in the guest nest. Confusion muddled his brain momentarily, sleep clouding his recollection of the day before, but soon a familiar warmth soaked against his skin, a gentle feeling of companionship.
A purr rumbled against his throat. Smoke. It was Smoke. He had actually stayed. Percyโs heart swelled with joy.
Not wanting to wake his companion, the ginger and white tom sat back down. Heโd wait to go outside once Smoke was up and ready. Certain that his fur was a mess with clinging moss, Percy decided to groom out his pelt as he waited for Smoke. Sure, he was excited to get going with their adventures for the day - learning about herbs and figuring out more about these Clans was going to be quite the experience - but Smoke was a healer. Percy doubted the gray tabby got to sleep all that much and he wasnโt about to disturb Smoke when the healer needed the rest.
Wila ยป
Wila was a housecat and had been her entire life. That much was obvious, but she knew that hunting in the wintertime was sometimes next to impossible. There had been times that she had even offered to sneak some of her own food outside to give to Frazzle so that he wouldnโt go hungry. The last thing she wanted was for one of her friends to starve to death out in the cold. But out here underneath the canopy of pine needles prey seemed plentiful. Was this a normal thing, she wondered, and if it was so normal for this much prey to be out here why didnโt more cats make their home in the pines? When she heard about the cats who lived wild it was that they either lived on the moor or in the forest. The pines and marsh werenโt talked about all that much; the marsh Wila understood why cats didnโt want to make a home there. That place sounded much too wet with little to no solid ground. Just thinking about that made Wilaโs skin crawl. She had never been a fan of water. Her humans would bathe her every now and then before shows and while she had been trained to be okay with it, she still disliked it. Chai had always been better at taking baths than she was.
Shaking her head away from those thoughts, Wila looked back to Flame, ears perked as she listened to him speak. โYou also donโt blend in well here with that orange pelt of yours,โ the Burmese pointed out. It was clear by her tone that she wasnโt being rude, just merely pointing out the obvious. Between the two of them, Wila blended in much better with their surroundings. Her dark brown pelt fit in perfectly with the shadows cast by the evergreen trees.
Her head tilted to the side in thought as a wandering formation of an idea began to play around in her mind. โMaybe thereโs a way we can work together to get prey. Iโm just not sure what, thoughโฆโ She trailed her words off, unsure on where to go from there. Eyes hopeful she looked toward Flame, wondering if heโd have any way on finishing her incomplete thought.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2023 14:33:49 GMT -5
Alice ยป
The mountains had been a nice change of pace. A different scenery with different sources of prey. Changing it up from time to time was good for the soul, or so Alice liked to think. She loved her home dearly, thinking there was nothing better than being a barn cat, but sheโd be lying if she said she never fantasized about the world beyond the farm. Every now and then her paws would take her to the open skies of the moorland, or into the dark shadows of the pine forest where she had been born. Sometimes she even found herself across the river, lurking in the forestโs thickets. Then there were the odd days in which she scaled the mountains, slinking across the rocky landscape and maneuvering her way through crevices. Usually her trips were uneventful. Maybe sheโd find some scenery that would catch her attention or sheโd hunt down something different than what she could find in the barn or maybe even sometimes sheโd find something that would spark the fancy of a barn mate and bring it back for them, but this was the first time she had brought back a stranger. Usually Alice was wary about bringing in new cats. The barn was a welcoming place, but she didnโt want to bring just any outsider on the off chance that they might end up doing something to the cats that she protected, but Binx was not a threat. Alice liked to think of herself as somebody who could read others well enough, and while the black molly was for sure skeptical about all this, she wasnโt a danger to any of the barn cats.
Shaking the cold of the outside off and embracing the warmth of the barn, Alice turned to look at her companion. Binx was still on edge, which was no surprise to the tortoiseshell, but she didnโt look ready to leave or even eager to get going. The barn was odd to outsiders, but even outsiders understood how welcoming it truly was. As Binx asked a question, Alice was getting ready to respond when another voice, accented and gruff, entered her ears.
Alice turned and glanced up, smiling slightly in greeting toward Bo. Her tail raised in the air, a more prominent display of welcome than the faint smile on her lips. Whereas she seemed herself as the leader of the barn cats, it was Bo who was the leader of the barn dogs. He had been on the farm the longest, or at least he had been here longer than the other two. Bo had been Aliceโs first experience with dogs, and he had always been a good natured dog, at least toward her and her barn cats. Predators that wanted to disturb the peace on the farm saw a much different side of Bo.
The tortoiseshell nodded toward Binx. โFound her out by the mountains. Nameโs Binx.โ As she told the canine the newcomerโs name, she gestured silently for Binx to step forward and give her own introduction to Bo if she so desired. โShe barks up a storm, not surprised that you heard her all that way.โ Young and energetic, Confetti was a wild card. She was shaping up to be a good farm dog, but she still had a lot of learning to do. With Bo and Spark, though, Alice was sure the young Heeler would eventually somewhat mellow out.
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Post by whispering on Sept 11, 2023 16:38:31 GMT -5
Quinn
Quinn's House // with Spackle soot
Quinn frowned seeing the unease that clouded his expression. The smile he offered her was almost forced, at least it seemed that way. And his tone told a different story. Perhaps Spackle had secrets too. We've all got em. It wasn't her place to pry, even though she wanted to. Badly. But it would be hypocritical of her to press him when she'd shut down so easily just the night before.
Shaking her head, she chose to ignore it. Pretending it had just been something she'd imagined seeing on the tom's face. "Ah, today you'll feast like a kittypet." The molly mused, grinning wide at the tom. A complete transition from the cat he had met before.
Today would be a better day, a high day, Quinn liked to call it. She didn't quite know when she would wake and feel trapped in her mind or impulsive and ready to take on the world. So she embraced them both equally. She'd felt low for days now, it was almost relieving to wake and be in such a good mood. Good moods meant no moorlands, and no raspy voices in her head critiquing her every move. "I'll go first to tell them I'm hungry, you can come out once they leave."
Without waiting for a response, she made her way out of the dark room into the blindingly bright kitchen. Her housefolk broke into exclaims of welcoming as she entered. But Quinn paid them no mind, meowing obnoxiously next to her bowls until one made their way to pick it up and began preparing her meal. Leaping up onto the counter and watching their every move. Even managing to steal a quick morsel of the organ they topped her meal with. Swiping her pink tongue hungrily over her maw at the tantalizing flavors. Hopefully she didn't eat it all herself before Spackle had the chance to take his share.
When the bowl was placed onto the ground next to her mock waterfall ball, she turned her head towards the room. "Spackle, you can come out now." She called, bending her head to take a small bite of their breakfast. She would allow Spackle to take his share first. He was the guest here after all.
The tom hesitated. These cats, they weren't aggressive towards him like most rogues and loners he'd come across. They gave Ember no reason not to trust them. Other than the fact he didn't know them at all. He'd trusted Crimson and gained a meal and directions to a supposed safehaven. A place he would be taken care of. He hopelessly needed this win. And maybe these strange, plump cats could help him. They had to.
His mismatched eyes blinked from the tom to the she-cat and back. Reluctantly swallowing back his pride. "She told me if I headed this way, I'd reach a farm." He mumbled, growling on the inside at giving up such precious information. But he needed all the help he could get. His paws were numbed from staying still. The quicker he'd tell them what they wanted, the quicker he could get out of this snow and cold. "I don't suppose you know," Eyeing their well-fed bellies, he scoffed, "Or maybe you do. Seems you two eat good, despite this wretched cold. That or you're kittypets." Ember's long fur hid the skinny frame that was his body. The bones that abnormally jutted out as if trying to break out of his skin. The fish he shared with Crimson had been his first meal in days, and still his belly pleaded for more.
"Anyway, she said their leader's name is Alice. And that I should talk to her if I want to stay." He wouldn't tell them any more. How his family had been taken away from him. Or how he was all alone and knew nothing of survival during the cold season. His weaknesses was not their business. ( soot nah, quinn's twolegs leave her door unlocked at all times d: what were you planning for?) |
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Post by whispering on Sept 11, 2023 16:42:24 GMT -5
Smoke slept soundly in Percy's den. He dreamed of being with his mother, scouting through the forest for herbs. Instantly comforted by her warm, earthy scent. The approving glitter in her green eyes. The smile on her gray face. Pleasant dreams. Or so he thought. Watching in confusion when she'd walked away from him. And the tom was planted where he stood, unable to follow after the healer. He opened his mouth to call to her, but no sound came. Instead the forest shifted him into the opposite direction, one he knew all too well. A path he traveled for a moon now in his dreams, to the stream.
There stood the starry cat he'd seen many times before, their head held high as they made eye contact. Their starry, gray fur blowing in the wind. Blue eyes glittering with an unbeknown wisdom Smoke could only hope to get a taste of. Only this time, they stood alone. And he opened his mouth to deliver a different speech. "I am your ancestor, Dewstar, of SylvanClan." Smoke's eyes widened in shock. His ancestors? "The puma will guide you to restore what is ours." Before the gray tabby could ask any more, the starry began to cat fade away. And he was returned to the darkness that was sleep. Only he could not possibly sleep now.
Expecting to return to the waking world to the scent of tangy herbs. But instead, he was welcomed with earth, and warmth. And cat. A cat in his den? Patients slept in their own quarters. Surely, they'd made a mistake coming into his den.
His green eyes jutted open, and he blinked to adjust to the darkness, making out the shape of a cat.
Smoke was about to open his mouth to ask if they needed anything before he recognized Percy's ginger and white body. The tom's scent flooding over him. Instantly his gaze softened, a sleepy smile crawling over his face. The worry of the SylvanClan temporarily forgotten. This was a much more appealing sight to wake up to.
"Morning." He greeted his friend, mouth gaping open into a yawn, rolling over his back and sprawling outstretching his stiffened limbs. "I hope you haven't been watching me sleep. I was surely fidgeting about like a kit." |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2023 18:50:21 GMT -5
Percy ยป
Percy had been in the middle of grooming out the fur along his back legs when Smokeโs voice filled his ears. His pink tongue took one last swipe across the white fur on the inside of his leg before he situated himself to gaze out over to his new friend. Green eyes sparkled with welcome as they scanned the gray tabby form of the healer. โI havenโt been up for long,โ he replied with a shrug, allowing his shoulders to get in an extra stretch. He then turned his head to give his shoulders a few licks, finding a few clumps of moss that had attached itself to his pelt like burrs.
The loner was about to make a joking quip in response to Smokeโs comment about fidgeting like a kit, but the words were lost on his tongue when he took a second to think it over. The warm expression from earlier dissipated like dew, turning into something more of concerning wonder. โHow was your sleep?โ Had Percyโs den made for an uncomfortable night? Percy had never slept any better than he had last night, but what about Smoke? This was still all new to the gray tabby so it wouldnโt be surprising if his night had been broken and tiring.
Another question formed itself upon his tongue though he hesitated at first in asking. โ...Did you dream of the starry cats again?โ For some reason Percy doubted it. Actually, he knew the reason for why he doubted it. There was nothing special about Percyโs den or the area that surrounded it. Why the starry cats would decide to speak to Smoke while he was in Percyโs den was beyond the ginger and white tom, but he was curious nonetheless, truly thoughtful on if new information had been shared or not.
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Post by soot on Sept 11, 2023 19:03:22 GMT -5
SpriteW/ Heather (runningsky123 )
Location // The Barn
Sprite looked down to her paw with a small wince, nodding to the she cat. Ignoring the prick, Sprite takes a moment to be happy she got the hay at about just right, tail swishing as she gazed down. "Uhm- I think that'd be good. Yeah.. don't really want to get any infected wounds again.. not fun, trust me." Sprite says with a small, nervous tilted grin to Heather. Shaking her head slightly, Sprite takes a quick look around the room, hopping her paw off of the hay so she can sit down with one paw up. "Do'ya think we'll be able to find any leaves during this season?" She asks, looking towards the other molly with quizzical honey brown eyes. Maybe the twolegs have something?
Spackle Location // Quinn's House
Spackle grinned back at the molly, noticing the stark difference in the cat's mood. He's seen cat's like that, and dogs too. Mostly those working dogs, who did special things with their twolegs, and having.. a wide variety of quick changing moods was something they often had. Now, Spackle isn't one to judge, not that he's all that judgmental in the first place. He has ups and downs, like he is right now. His.. contemplativeness is his down side, something he's known for his entire life. Watching the molly leave gave him a moment to breath, his expression falling. It's always hard to turn this thoughts from much else, the thought of Why, why? why?- whywhyWHY?
Shaking his head harshly, he snaps back up when the molly calls his name. Putting up his more natural faรงade, though the distant, glazed look is still in his eyes at moments. With quick, limber steps, he makes his way back out to the room she brought him to yesterday. The waterfall- thing, and a new bowl next to the molly are what he notices. Keeping his step quiet, and ears perked incase, he strides up to Quinn, glancing at the bowl. Her gesture, an obvious allowance, lets him glance down to the food they give her.
Hm. A very, very big difference compared to what his own twolegs had given him, not a bad thing of course. He only takes a good enough portion of the prey in his teeth. He'll be able to hunt later, once he's left. From his experience, and other informants, twolegs feed on a schedule, he can eat whenever he catches prey, whenever he pleases. He doesn't take long to eat, after wards cleaning his teeth and backing away to make room for the molly. "I'll admit, it's nice not getting fur stuck in my teeth." Spackle purrs amusedly, tail twitching lightly.
(Why?)
Getting his thoughts on track, he glances to the molly. "I'll take my leave now, if the snows cleared more or not. I've lived outside more than not, i'll manage." He says easily, not confident, just like he can say no wrong. Offhanded, almost. Dipping his head to the molly, "Thank you again, for the shelter." He adds, getting to his paws. He would say mollys first, but he can find his way out. He's not that old, unlike what Zee might tell you, hm. He also doesn't want to keep them waiting, he's sure they're just about to set out to find him themselves. He oughta hurry, yeah?
My idea was that maybe Spackle offers for her to come with him? Some sort of thing like that, done more gracefully of course, lol other idea is that Spackle's adoptee's tracked him to Quinn's house- which I think would be entertaining xD
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Post by Light on Sept 11, 2023 20:51:45 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Forest (Near Twolegplace) With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) As they spoke, Frazzle had begun to wriggle and twist his way through the branches. The process looked... far from graceful. There was a lot of snapping and cracking. It would have been much easier if he had entered through the thinner branches just a few tail-lengths over. He broke free at last, tumbling into the small clearing as an ungraceful pile of orange and white fur. Sticks and snow clung to his long fur (which is longer looking in the winter than the pic displays). โReally!?โ he exclaimed, hopping to his paws. โMe too! Well sort of. Last time Iโve seen this was so long ago that I can hardly even remember what it was like...โ He stared blankly past the two mollies as he spoke the last words. โBUT-!" he continued loudly out of the blue, his hazel green gaze snapping back to focus. โIt makes it all the more fun to find out, donโchya think?โ He glanced at both mollies in turn, a pleasant smile on his face. Then he started to shake his fur out, causing the snow and some of the sticks to fling out- some of which in the direction of the two mollies. Not on purpose of course- but nor did he seem very apologetic about it. When finished, he sat down and began scratching and nibbling more twigs from his fur. He spat out another twig and glanced at the fluffy one as she spoke again. โNot that I know of. I think most of the forest types stay away from here. You see- some cats from the twolegplace like to come check out this area.โ He glanced back the way he came, then snickered a little before adding, โAnd many of the forest cats get so frazzled because of it.โ Though his pelt was still wild and unkempt looking, Frazzle seemed satisfied with getting most of the sticks out. There were still a couple stuck in the thick fur on back of his neck where he couldnโt see. โIโm on my way to visit my olโ pal Smokey. I can show you some cool spots on my way if youโd like,โ he offered, his ears perked as he awaited their answer. โ-  CottonLocation: Moor (Cottonโs Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton took in a breath- ready to warn Creamsicle about this new hawk obsession of hers, but the kit seemed to be already asleep. The old molly let out her breath as a soft whoosh of air and lay her head down. Her body was naturally curled around Creamsicle. She would let the kit dream for a while longer. โIโm sure you will,โ she murmured softly, with a slight upward curl of her mouth. As her eyes grew heavy, her gaze roved about the den and settled on the hawk feather that lay abandoned on the dirt floor. I should put that back... That was her last thought before her eyes slipped closed and the bliss of sleep took her. The excitement of the day, the safety of her den, the familiar feeling of warmth at her flank and knowing that she wouldnโt be able to hunt until the storm passed- all these things made her able to fall into a deep sleep. (Timeskip? :3)
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Post by Myst on Sept 12, 2023 6:01:19 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice - Feathertalon Having a conversation with any canine was far from the many things she expected to experience in her lifetime. Speaking to one of his stature certainly wasnโt something sheโd think any cat would have experienced. Yet here they were, the tortoiseshell offering the dog a mild smile, tail held up in a sign of welcome. It was clear they were familiar with each other, Alice answering smoothly and introducing her as if this was an everyday interaction. Perhaps it was. โI wonโt intrude long, just didnโt want to get caught in the storm,โ she murmured in addition.
Amusement crossed the shepherdโs features, seemingly at her own comment as well as the other mollyโs. โStay as long as you like, thereโs more than enough room. Iโm sure Confetti will be happy to get to know you.โ Right, Confetti must be the first dog, then. Sheโd seemed rather excitable, but far from hostile. Whether that translated to her wanted to get to know either of them remained to be seen. She wasnโt even sure that sheโd stay past the snowfall. After all, this wasnโt her home. Sheโd merely been invited in the light of impending weather, nothing more, nothing less. Despite her thoughts on her stay, she didnโt interrupt the other as he continued. โNameโs Bo โ Aliceโll take good care of ya.โ With a slight nod to Alice he added, โJust holler if you need anything.โ
With that Bo had taken his leave and the black cat was left to stare after him for a moment. How odd the day had turned out to be. โDidโฆ the dogs learn to talk to cats on their own?โ The question had escaped her before she could bar her curiosity. Still, Binx turned her gaze to Alice regardless, head tilted slightly in question.
(can you tell my brain died when I was writing this)
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 10:05:12 GMT -5
"Probably the best sleep I've gotten in ages." The tom purred, flipping over to lay on his side, watching lazily as Percy groomed his ginger fur. Something he should begin as well. Moss clung to him like cobwebs due to his constant moving around in his sleep.
In his den, Smoke never got sleep as undisturbed as this one. Usually, he fell asleep in a pile of herbs before he could even make it to his den. Or too worried about patients to sleep. But in Percy's den, he had none of those concerns. He had the warmth of the other tom and the feeling of safetyโno other cats to worry about. No waking up in the middle of the night to ensure things were going smoothly. Just simple sleep. A delicacy he didn't often get to share. But Percy had granted that to him. Percy introduced a lot of new things the gray tabby never got to experience on a daily basis. But the peaceful sleep, was definitely something Smoke could get used to.
With another yawn, the tom twisted over to begin his own washing. His tongue stroked sluggishly against his tabby pelt. Eyes staring distantly at the earthy wall. Dewstar's deep meow echoed throughout his mind. Restore our heritage. How had he not known he was a distant relative to these starry cats? Had his mother known as well? She couldn't have. Cinder would have told him such a pivotal factor about their history.
As if reading his mind, his ginger companion asked about the starry cats. Causing Smoke to pause mid-lick in his grooming. "Actually, yes." He mewed quietly, focusing his eyes on the ginger cat. "It started off a pleasant dream, my mother and I were scavenging for herbs. But then she walked away, and I couldn't go after her. Instead, I was shifted towards the stream. My paws didn't even move me there! It was as if the forest floor was guiding me.."
His voice trailed off thoughtfully, glancing past Percy towards the faint white light that was filtered from the entrance. The snow has fallen. No, that wasn't important now. "And when I got there, there was the starry cat. Only this time, he spoke." Pausing, he took a breath thinking of his next words carefully. Green eyes as wide as moons.
"'I am your ancestor, Dewstar, of SylvanClan. The puma will guide you to restore what is ours.'" Another pause. "They are my ancestors." He mewed breathlessly, leaning back onto his haunches. It was still a shock that he hadn't known of these cats until now.
No. That was not the only shocking fact. His eyes grew even larger as he realized- the puma would guide him? Why a puma of all things? What could Dewstar possibly mean by that? Smoke gazed at the ceiling even more troubled. Fear prickling at his skin. Unsure of what lay on the path ahead of them โฐโฐโฐ Quinn
Quinn's House // with Spackle soot
The molly watched as he ate, delighted that he was enjoying the meal. That she had played a part in helping him survive through the night. Spackle probably was more than capable of doing so on his own. But she'd spared him for a night venturing into the cold to stay in her home. A home she felt guilty of having. Still, maybe giving cats who didn't have the same opportunity as her would make it a good deed. She hoped so.
She chuckled at his mention of not having to pick away the fur, watching as he stepped away from the bowl. Her whiskers quivered in amusement, "Ah, I hadn't thought of it that way. It is a hassle at times isn't it," Leaning down to begin to eat herself, "Especially feathers." Feathers were a nuisance to remove. Birds had always been her least favorite meal.
Quinn made quick work of her breakfast, gulping down the remains Spackle left for her within minutes. She sat back once she had finished, swiping her tongue over her lips. Her blue eyes searched the tom as he mentioned leaving. Something was off about him, still. Everything screamed for the tabby to ask what it was that was bothering him. This was not the tom she'd met the day before. But then again, she was not the molly he'd met either. "Hey, it's my pleasure. I'll walk you to the tree line." She mewed, flicking her tail to him dismissively before rising to her paws and padding towards the door.
(ouuu them tracking him to quinn's house would be fun <3 also yall my new characters will be posted today, finally x.x credit to feather for letting me practice with her templates :3) |
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 10:48:07 GMT -5
Lotus Cynical | Reticent | Logical Dilute tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes Loner // Undetermined // 50 moons // @ whispering
homosexual homoromantic
King Nimbus(nimbus) Cowardly | Arrogant | Curious
Full bred Bengal tom with green eyes kittypet // undetermined // 7 moons // @ whispering questioning Lotus Mr. Nimbus |
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Post by Myst on Sept 12, 2023 11:17:41 GMT -5
I love both of them already Omg
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 11:25:15 GMT -5
aww thank youu <3
i'm excited to test them out, we could start something with either of the two if you like, I've also got magpie open at the moment
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Post by Light on Sept 12, 2023 11:57:27 GMT -5
(Aw, Nice! They look great. XD I love the name Mr. Nimbus.)
(I am actually tempted to make another character as well. :3 Maybe a kittypet this time.)
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 12:13:46 GMT -5
yes kittypet supremacy x3
i was thinking of arrogant names and came up with nimbus thanks to rick and morty lmao. but he's my cowardly lion inspired boy <3
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Post by Myst on Sept 12, 2023 12:26:12 GMT -5
Yessssss make a kittypet, join us c:<
Iโd be down to do something with them! Vixen is a sassy lil thing, Dew can and will make friends with anybody whether they know it or not and Milo is just a lil guy - I wonโt be on again till later this evening cause I gotta nap for work, but you can have your pick of whoever sounds the most fun c:
I can also spin a wheel to pick - very useful for my indecisive self lol
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Lesbian
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Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2023 13:07:22 GMT -5
Iโll add your new kitties once my laptop is on, whisper! Light - did you wanna start the timeskip or do you want me to go ahead and do that? |
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 13:09:06 GMT -5
hmmm Vixen could run into Lotus and get on her nerves lmao o:
or we could do her with Milo or Dew who she would probably think are too positive, Lotus is just a very irritable girl ๐คง
but iโll post starters for both once iโm back from my appointment
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Post by Light on Sept 12, 2023 16:23:47 GMT -5
(Hehe. Yasss. I think I will. :3)
(Feathertalon: I can write something up maybe tonight or tomorrow. ^^)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2023 16:55:06 GMT -5
sounds good, light!
also i'll probably have replies up in a few hours, trying to get a good chunk of homework done first ;w;
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 12, 2023 17:33:00 GMT -5
ooc: yesss kittypets for life <3 winnie is open if anyone wants to bother her in her twoleg's garden soot i'm gonna write up my reply for spider and canna now!!
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2023 17:33:54 GMT -5
Spackle
Location // Treeline
Spackle resisted a huffed breathe, and simply followed the molly with ease. He's suddenly feeling much less hospitable, he thinks idly with slightly downturned ears. Keeping pace with the molly, just a tad behind her to keep the illusion of following even though he's been here many, many times before. The snow has.. gotten a bit higher, and watching Quinn trudge through it is a tad amusing as they make their way to the treeline. Keeping his thoughts from souring towards the many unknowns, he focuses on keeping his ears perked and at attention. He'd rather not any surprises with any rabid twoleg dogs.. Heaving another quiet breath as he follows-
Wait.
Pausing mid step, pale eyes narrowed as they look around after catching a familiar scent. Oh by the stars, he just had to jinx himself hadn't he? With a quiet chatter of amusement, and a minimally shaken head. The tom continues following Quinn, eyes already having spotted the pair he knows are going to be ahead, and slightly to the left, hidden by the snow, and bark of the tree. Shooting a knowing glance in their direction, he gives a disapproving glare. When he says he'll be back, he excepts them to trust he'll be back. He's not one to .. go down easy, no matter how often he may debate it- Well. It simply isn't something he chases in any way what so ever, he's a smart cat with the instinct to survive. (And he's not an idiot-) His ears quirk slightly, when he hears a quiet yelp, glancing over subtly to see Boz tripped over something. And is now in much clearer view. He signals with his tail to the pair, just a few more minutes, come on...
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Now, the story continues, in however it may go xD (And oops- accidentally posted it unfinished at first don't mind me-) |
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 12, 2023 17:47:17 GMT -5
SPIDERloc: by the stream, moorland side // with: canna (soot )
โ SPIDER WAS OBVIOUSLY hesitant to allow his guard down; he continued watching the molly as she spoke, her quiet tone causing confliction in his mind. It was not very often that he found himself coming upon a cat whose first instinct is to help rather than harm; in fact, he could not remember the last time he had come a cat with good intentions. Maybe that's why he refused to believe there wasn't more to her words. He felt a slight breeze wash over him, a chilly one; this time, he caught the scent of her, and he opened his mouth a bit wider in search of others. When he could smell no one else, Spider took in a deep breath, his amber eyes still staring, and allowed his muscles to relax. He winced a bit at the sharp pain of the thorn as he shifted, and then sighed heavily. "Yeah." It's all he said at first, then, "It's out of my reach. Bad luck." Though he was no longer as tense, he kept himself on all four paws, obviously ready to run if she so much as looked at him the wrong way. With it being leaf-bare, the last thing the black cat needed was to be injured and cold.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐ข on Sept 12, 2023 17:57:40 GMT -5
Lillith
with Leo whispering
The molly laughed at his jokes, having to pause from grooming him. Leo was such a silly tom. She purred as she regained her composure, "Yes because you were already starting enough trouble. No need to have two troublemakers on the farm." Besides, Lillith already felt silly enough with her clumsiness she didn't need to be stirring anything up on purpose. She could hardly bear the incidents she caused that were mere mistakes. Her expression was thoughtful as she finished up his grooming, sitting up to overlook her work. Feeling proud that she'd had something to offer to Leo. Even if it was just simple grooming. "There, now you're already to finish your patrolling." She mewed softly, suddenly noticing how close they were. Only this time, she didn't move away. Despite the hotness that washed over her, turning her head away as she blushed. What now? Lillith wondered. And she didn't mean what they would do now, she knew he would leave soon and she would "rest" as he'd instructed for her to do. But where would their relationship go from here? The two shared exchanges often, and were growing closer day by day. Would Leo be her mate eventually. The thought made her head spend. The tortoiseshell had always dreamed of starting a family one day. But she never thought it would actually happen. And certainly not with Leo. But there was time to discuss that later. They had time to figure out what their relationship would be. What was the rush?
Sunny
with Fran whispering
The small, ginger tom froze in his steps at the unexpected voice. His amber eyes grew wide with unease. He met eye-contact with this, Fran, cat swallowing a gulp. His instincts told him to turn tail and return back to his hiding spot. But he could not hide forever. And there was that name again. Butters. "No, I'm Sunny." He said in a hushed voice. It was his name and it would continue to be his name. It was the honorable given name from his mother, not even being a kittypet would change that. And then the white-furred molly mentioned food and Sunny's belly rumbled. Yes, that was why he had headed out of hiding. He was hungry. "Yes, I was just gonna follow the smell..." Sunny had grown used to eating kittypet food. It's what the twolegs would give him in the cageplace. The dry pellets were nowhere near as good as the fresh prey his parents would catch for him, but it would have to do. The ginger tabby could only assume that's what Fran ate as well. His amber eyes flickered over towards the food then back to the white molly. "You can show me though, if you want." It was obvious she wouldn't leave him anyway. Might as well make the most out of the situation.
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The gray molly nodded, rising to her paws and giving her pelt a thorough shake before she followed after him. There was no turning back now. Or maybe there was, but there was no point in changing their minds. Kuta was here, and Crystal had promised him an escort. Even if they found nothing they could at least say they tried. Even though a part of the gray she-cat felt it would definitely be a waste of time. Time was precious during leaf-bare. Cats usually tried to reserve as much energy as they could, only putting it towards finding food or nests if they didn't have a permanent one. And here she was, escorting her tall kittypet friend to the mountains to find out about ancient dream cats. It all sounded like a story for kits. But Kuta was sure this was the answer, so she would not judge him. Despite her many, many doubts. Not even to mention they were now also looking for a puma. She shook her head at the thought. Spirits, guide us away from pumas. 'It's not deadly,' Kuta said, as if he was sure of it. Crystal wasn't sure she liked the idea of coming face to face with a dangerous mountain cat.
"Do you think we'll actually find what we're looking for in the cave?" She inquired curiously. Sure that Kuta would stay optimistic, he was always optimistic it seemed. Never doubtful. Crystal on the other hand, was often skeptical. Weighing out every possible outcome before acting. She could only wish to be as carefree as the tall tabby.----- (Sorry I haven't been on much, school was rough for me last week, but I should be posting daily until another big project comes up :3)
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2023 18:02:00 GMT -5
Cannaw/ Spider (cherrywing)
Location // The MoorlandsCanna watched with a quirked ear before the young tom accepted. Seems as though plan one is what's being chosen, not that she has any qualms with it. "Bad luck, that seems to be infectious during this season." Canna says simply in reply as she takes note of the cat's position. She's been a loner her entire life, she understands his due reaction of.. well, lack of trust. She understands it plenty. So, she makes sure to make obvious, and non threatening steps forward, keeping her paws light so she sinks less in the snow that fades away as it reaches towards the stream. She has a normal, attentive look on her face as she approaches, peaking towards the thorn imbedded side. Canna gives it a thorough look over, glancing towards the young toms face for a moment. "Hm, not too bad. Just hold still, and it'll be plucked out easily." Canna says in a slightly different tone, one she usually reserves for.. slightly younger cats. It's become an automatic response at this point, she nearly doesn't notice it. So, as she looks over the thorn one more time, she reaches forward with precision, and plucks the thorn out with her teeth. And then proceeds to chuck the annoyance into the slightly frozen over river. "There we are, thorn free." She says in a patient tone, dipping her head slightly. Now, she can take her leave, and hopefully find somewhere safe for the night on the moorland side. It'd be a bit dangerous to go over the river again as the night progresses. ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ๐
Canna is a mother hen c:
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