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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 19:36:24 GMT -5
Quinn
Treeline // with Spackle soot
Quinn trudged onward, her short legs lifting high to clear the snow quicker, quickly leaping over the fence and landing on the other side, pausing to wait for her gray and white companion. Despite the tom's new silence, she kept her head and tail raised high. She glanced around the semi-distant treeline, drawing in the sights and smells.
The snow had fell much higher than it had been the day before. It was nearly to her chest, her legs buried in the fallen ice. But a huntress never turned back: she kept onward. At least no more snow would come. The gray clouds that blocked the sun before now long gone, showing a new, cold sky. Faint sunlight filters through the white clouds. She drew her eyes closed and gaped open her jaws to scent the air for any signs of animals. Blue eyes shot open at the scent she pulled from the air instead.
The molly tensed, her senses turning alert. A huntress also never backed down from a fight. Her ears pricked at the sound of a yelp, the shape of a cat tumbling into the snow. She looked over her shoulder to beckon Spackle, but the tom seemed more at ease at the sight of this- no, these, she could make out another scent- newcomers. "Do you... know these cats?" She asked, turning her blue gaze back to the small dappled tom, her eyes slightly narrowed. He couldn't have been more than a kit, not much of a threat to her. And Spackle didn't seem too worried either. ✰✰✰
Leo
Barn // with Lillith 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
The tom rose and shook out his freshly cleaned fur. Bobbed tail shaking as if it were that of a rabbit. "Couldn't have done a better job myself." He purred, praising her work. Of course, Leo could have done his grooming, but it felt better having Lillith do it. It felt right. And to think this was something they would do all the time when they were mates. Anticipation prickled his skin at the thought. The ginger tom couldn't wait for the day to come.
Soon enough. Leo assured himself, a proud smile crawling over his white maw at the thought. Lillith being his mate. And soon after, the mother to his children. Perhaps it was a bit too soon to be thinking such a thing. But what was the wait? If they loved each other- did Lillith even love him?(did he love Lillith?)- then there was no point in waiting for "the right time"? The right time would be when she became his. Did Lillith want kits- to be a family with Leo? Why wouldn't she. Of course, she wanted a family with him! The calico molly said it herself that she admired him. So if she admired Leo, she'd want to spread his virtues to her kits. It was only right.
But, now it was time for more important matters- getting back to his patrol. "Guess I'll get to it," He began with a hefty sigh. He padded closer to the molly to press his muzzle to her cheek in farewell. Giving her forehead a quick lick, "I'll come back to check on you 'soon as I'm finished." Giving his pelt another shake, he made his way toward the barn exit.
"And make sure you rest that paw!" He called over his shoulder. Quickening his pace as his paws were invited back into the cold snow.
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Post by whispering on Sept 12, 2023 19:39:07 GMT -5
Fran
Fran's House // with Sunny 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
“Ah, Sunny, of course.” Of course, he’d probably had a given name already. He was not a newly adopted kit, she could tell that much by his smell. It gave off the scent of many different cats. Perhaps one of those cageplaces she’d heard some strays speak of. It was only fair that the tom didn’t want to be called Butters. Fran was sure she would not like it if she’d gotten new housefolk and they tried to call her any name other than Fran.
Fran gave a delighted purr. Blue eyes glittered as she trotted past the ginger cat into the kitchen to the corner where her food bowls were. A third bowl added that was just for Sunny. Freshly filled with the mushy food that Fran ate. Except, not as loaded with the many medications she had to take.
“Here it is.” She mewed in a sing-songy meow, stepping back to let Sunny take his share. Who wanted a cat over their shoulder watching them as they ate? Yet, the long-furred queen stood, watching with an excited smile as if she’d prepared the meal herself. Fran was a friendly cat, but especially for younger cats and kittens. They were her weakness. Even if she couldn’t have any herself, she still adored the tiny cats.
“So, Sunny, how do feel about being adopted?”
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2023 20:50:03 GMT -5
Spacklew/ Quinn (whispering )Location // The Treeline Spackle couldn't resist the barked laugh he let out, glancing to the molly with a small grin. He'd excepted her reaction, frankly he'd be surprised if she wasn't narrow eyed. But he'd held hope that she wouldn't see them- well, not that that's much of a thing to hope for anymore, heh. Turning to the molly more fully as he flicked his tail, beckoning the familiar pair out with a gray dotted tail. "Maybe." He says simply with a more genuine grin then he's had all day, not that today was all that long yet. Spackle resists a yelp as a black and orange furred ball barrels into his side at full speed, nudging him minimally as Boz beams up at him. "Spackle!" Little Boz greets eagerly towards the larger gray and white tom, before quickly becoming self-conscious at the other companion. "Hello, Boz. What are you and Zee doing all the way out here?" Spackle asks as Boz moves to hide- ahem, stand leant against his side. Boz just gives a shrug, before his eyes look up to another cat. Zee struts up in his usual way, grinning at the display from the near kit, "You get lost old cat, yeah?" Zee says with a wide grin, his tail hanging over his back in a near circle. Spackle resists a sigh. "I'd say the more pressing issue is your lack of manners." Spackle says bluntly, an ear quirked towards Quinn. Zee's eyes widen slightly as he looks towards the molly. "Oh, yeah. Hullo, how'ya doin'? Good? Fantastic." He says smoothly with his same, also as per usual zen grin and tone, tail flicking politely just how Spackle taught him. Before Quinn has too much of a chance to respond, Boz peaks over from Spackle's side, out of his hiding place to give a quick greeting to Quinn as well. Welp, this is certain to be very.. very interesting, the gray and white tom thinks with a quiet sigh. He'd be pawing at his muzzle right now, if he'd been alone. Well, maybe Boz will get some interaction, he's bound to like Quinn, even during her.. aloof moods. Boz tends to like quieter cat's anyhow, and somehow he sticks to Spackle's side like tree sap. Spackle has been in worse situations, he just hopes he doesn't sour Quinn's mood for the rest of the day, he'd hate leaving the molly on a bad note.. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼
How do you do the little bordered pictures?? I gotta know, lol Also, If this seems a little botched it's cause I had to re write it C: Accidently deleted the first version.. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2023 20:55:02 GMT -5
Alice »
A lot of cats came and went. The barn was both a temporary safe haven and a permanent place to call home. For seasons upon seasons it had stood here on this ground, giving shelter to cats who needed it whether for their entire lives or simply for a few nights. This place had been inhabited by cats long before Alice had ever been brought here, and she knew without a doubt that cats would remain here long after her death. The tortoiseshell may have been born underneath the pine needles of the evergreen forest, but in her heart she was a barn cat through and through. This was her home, her pride. Even if not by blood - save for Wonder who was her kin - all the cats who lived here were under her protection. She’d never let anything happen to them, and that now included Binx. Even if the black molly was just staying until the snow let up, she was now under Alice’s protection, along with Bo’s and the other barn dogs as well.
Bo gave Alice’s thoughts a voice as he told Binx she could stay for as long as she wanted. The cats who lived in the barn were not hostile to outsiders. Maybe a little wary at first, but they tended to warm up to newcomers quickly. Once they met Binx they would treat her just as if she were another barn cat and always had been.
As Bo took his leave - he was a busy dog and never had much time to dawdle - Alice waved him a farewell with her tail. If the large dog had any free time throughout the day he would more than likely check in on them to see how Binx was doing.
Alice nodded toward the hawk that Binx had been carrying. ”We have a prey pile a little further out. I’ll take you there and then if you’d like I can show you around and meet some of the others.” For a moment she wondered where Confetti had gone off to, having expected the Heeler to meet them at the barn. Knowing Confetti the Heeler got distracted by something and had completely forgotten about Binx for now.
Continuing about the dogs, Alice gave an answer to Binx’s question. ”It’s a skill that’s been passed down from dog to dog. We cats, or most of us, know dog as well. At least here in the barn dogs and cats help one another and learn from each other.” Rather than live in discord they lived in harmony. It wasn’t a common practice, yet it was an uncommon practice that made sense. Why couldn’t dogs and cats everywhere work together rather than live in animosity? They typically worked toward the same goals of wanting food, shelter, and water. Why the two species decided to live against one another Alice had no idea, but she was glad at least to have the life that she did.
Percy »
Having expected to hear a ‘no’ from Smoke in response to the star cat question, Percy was quite surprised to learn that his assumption had been wrong. Green eyes wide with wonder and shock, he gazed upon Smoke. Awe soon formed itself over his features and the way he sat rigid with intent curiosity. The star cats had spoken to Smoke last night? They had come to Percy’s den to communicate with the gray tabby? That didn’t sound right to the loner, but he remained silent. He couldn’t control what the starry cats did - he hadn’t even known of their existence until just the day before. He supposed they did whatever they wanted, and if they deemed Percy’s den worthy then so be it. That did leave him with some questions though - like why did they want to visit Smoke when he was in some random ginger tabby’s den? Perhaps he could pass that question along to Smoke at some point so that the gray healer could ask the star-clad felines that spoke to him in dreams.
Pushing the question aside, Percy listened as Smoke went into detail about the dream he had received. He could feel himself edging closer to hear, his body leaning forward his companion. Percy wanted to know everything that Smoke had been told last night. All the information was important to him now, his curiosity needing sated. If the starry cat had finally said something to Smoke then it had to be important. Maybe it also meant that they were getting closer to finding the answers that they needed. Perhaps Percy ruining Smoke’s catch and then teaming up with him was meant to be. Agreeing to help Smoke figure out more about these so called Clans and the cats made of stars was actually doing something important, actually pushing whatever agenda these starry cats had. Hope fluttered in his chest. Percy was actually doing something good. He was helping out a cause that seemed important.
… And then came the mention of a puma.
The fur along Percy’s spine bristled as a chill colder than the snow ran down his body. ”A puma?” He asked incredulously. ”Like a mountain lion?” While Percy himself had never had an experience with a mountain lion, he had heard horror stories about what happened to cats who did. Pumas were cats just like Smoke and Percy were, but larger. Much larger. Their fangs were as long as a normal cat’s limbs and their claws were sharper than stone. With ease they could tear into the flesh of a cat and pull them apart piece by piece. A run in with a puma was not a pleasant one that never ended well for the cat.
Percy leaned down, quickly lapping at his chest fur as he took a deep breath. He couldn’t come across as scared. Sure, the thought of a puma made his heart flutter a bit and his fur bristle, but he was Percy. What could a puma do to him? And surely if this Dewstar guy wanted Smoke to seek out a puma then this particular puma was a friendly one. Right?
After a moment of mental deliberation, Percy pushed himself up to his paws and shook out his fur. ”Well,” he started nonchalantly as if the idea of a mountain lion hadn’t startled him, ”guess we’re going puma hunting then, yeah?”
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 12, 2023 21:07:03 GMT -5
Hey y’all, sorry I haven’t been on, I’ve been sleeping not so great so be getting home, eating, chilling, then sleeping, then work and repeat. May need to take a couple days away from replying, especially since I start school next week so I don’t want to be worn out completely. Also after school starts, I have no idea how active I’ll be, I’ll have to see how it goes. More than likely, if anything I won’t be on Tues-Thurs, as those are my school days then I have to work afterwards, but Fri-Mon I should hopefully be available. We’ll see.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2023 21:17:53 GMT -5
No rush, Running! Life comes first c:
Take time to chill and rest up before school, and don’t worry about not being able to reply as often! I know I can’t reply a lot of days because of school and work so I totally get it
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Post by Light on Sept 12, 2023 21:18:55 GMT -5
(No worries Running! Take all the time you need. Sending best of wishes!)
(Working on replies now. :3)
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 12, 2023 21:29:43 GMT -5
Shadow Location: Moor With: Honey ( Myst) “That I do.”, Shadow said with a soft purr, standing up and following her out of the warm hollow and into the snowy forest. Luckily there wasn’t much wind, so it wasn’t too cold, but the snow was soft and he sunk into it, feeling it brush his belly fur. “That sounds like a plan.”, Shadow said. Honey seemed to be wary of housefolk, which was typical for wild cats, he knew, so he wouldn’t push. She was respectful about his life, he’d be respectful about hers. Flame Location: Pine Forest With: Wila ( Feathertalon) “The only way I could think is if I drive the prey towards you, but I don’t know if that would work. There’s too many places for them to hide, or run up a tree.”, he said, looking around, also trying to think of some way they could work together to catch something. Maybe today just wasn’t their day. Either way, he didn’t mind. It was time he got to spend with Wila, and that was what mattered. And from what he heard, she was probably glad to get out of the house. Flame kneaded the ground slightly as he thought, a habit he’d had since he was a kit. Luckily, the pine needles didn’t make any noise under his claws, but it did help his mind to focus. “Maybe we could see if there’s a more open spot somewhere? That might help.”, Flame said, glancing around. He didn’t know how far Wila wanted to go from home, or how committed she was to hunting. There was always next time. Maybe they could just practice hunting moves? Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember ( whispering) Alyssum’s ears drew back slightly at the mention of ‘kittypets’, but she said nothing. She wasn’t about to confess that they had, in fact, been housecats, but this kitten didn’t need to know that. And Alyssum certainly didn’t want to talk about it. She could still remember that day, several months before, when the moor had been lush and full of flowers. Her housefolk had taken her in a carrier, strapped in next to the new housefolk kit, and had driven away from the house. Alyssum had been confused. She wasn’t sick, so it wasn’t for the vet. And they’d never taken her anywhere before. But maybe they had decided to start. Her carrier had been sat on the ground and opened, and she’d bounded out to explore, smelling the beautiful flowers… Until she’d heard a sharp noise, and turned to see that big blue thing the housefolk took places closed, before it headed off, away from her. Without her. She’d stayed there, in that same place by the black path, watching for her housefolk to come back. It hadn’t been until another cat has crossed her path, heard her story, and told her bluntly that she’d been abandoned, left behind, that she finally left, and hadn’t looked back since. “We know where the farm is. A bit hard to miss.”, Aster said. “We can take you, we know exactly how to get there. In fact, heading the way you were, you could have walked right past it if you weren’t careful.”, he said. Heather Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) “Leaves, I’m not sure. But maybe, Spark may know of a place to get some, or some alternative.”, she said. Heather followed Sprite. “Here, let me see your paw.”, she said, waiting for her to extend it out before she looked it over. “Doesn’t look too bad, just a small poke. It’s not even bleeding. You should be alright. Let me know if it starts hurting though.”, she said, just as there was the sound of scrabbling by the barn door. Heather turned, puffing up slightly, expecting it to be the foxes. It was in fact not the foxes, but Spark, trotting inside the barn after a bit of a squeeze through the door, shaking himself off. “That door really doesn’t like me.”, he said, glancing back at the offending wood, before he trotted over when he saw Heather, his tail wagging. Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest near Twolegplace With: Frazzle ( Light) Wisteria couldn’t help but purr amusedly at Frazzle. He was entertaining, and kind. She could tell he was a good cat, not rude or selfish or anything bad. She was already relaxed, and perked up slightly at his offer to show them around. “Oh, that would be amazing! We don’t know a lot of the forest yet, but we’d love to get to see more of it and know where things are.”, she said. Gardenia looked less enthused, still wary, but didn’t say anything hostile or look annoyed, just stayed quiet and let Wisteria deal with this weird, very bouncy tom. (This may be my last post till the weekend, may not, I have no clue 🤷🏻♀️) |
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Post by Myst on Sept 12, 2023 23:11:27 GMT -5
whispering oooooo tossing Vixen at Lotus could be very fun - I feel like they'd either get along in the end or absolutely despise each other and there's no in between
cherrywing you mind if I toss Dew Winnie's way when I get my replies up? o: I feel like they'd be fast friends |
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Post by snowyt2 on Sept 12, 2023 23:11:41 GMT -5
APPLE With: Solomon, FeathertalonApple takes a moment to steady his emotions, then smiles at the other tom, looking pleased. He stands, flanking the thinner tom as they make their way back to the twolegplace. It isn't his intention to be walking so far behind him, but he was overcome by fatigue, pads stinging against the cold earthy frost that spread across the forest floor, which chilled his already sore limbs. He was not nearly as swift on his feet as Solomon, but managed after awhile to catch up and trot just beside him. As they walk, Apple tries to think of a way to explain that, while he was very grateful to be brought home, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to go back, because there wasn't much of a home left there to go back to. Something in him stirred, an anxious, uneasy feeling. Like he longed to be somewhere, but had no idea where or how he would get there. For now, he decides to focus on his less confusing thoughts, and looks over to Solomon again. Despite their differences, Apple finds Solomon very interesting. He wonders what the toms story might be, and is intrigued to imagine the possibilities. He'd never met anyone like him, a very mysterious cat. Usually, the cats he knew were quick to relay their life stories to him, down to what they had for breakfast that morning, but he guesses that it won't be so easy with Solomon. He pauses, considering how to phrase the questions he has without sounding too forward. His plump tail sways gently in the breeze and he wrinkles his nose as a cold gust of wind blows over them. "What do you like about it?" Apple says, after a beat of silence, gazing up through the snow fallen branches. "-Living without a two-leg, I mean. I assume you like it- if you choose not to. You live out here, right? How do you get on? Aren't you freezing at night?" Apple says, unable to stop the spill of questions that erupt from him. |
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2023 23:28:31 GMT -5
Spritew/ Heather (runningsky123)
Location // The BarnSprite lifts her paw, ears downturned in thought. "It's not bleeding? Oh that's good. I'll uh, but i'll make sure to uh- well, keep.. be aware of how it feels." Sprite says a tad hesitantly before setting her paw back down gingerly, ears tilting further when Heather's fur bristles. Sprite looks behind herself quickly with wide eyes, and paws ready to make a run for it if the foxes or something of the like came into the barn- Oh. Abort! It's Spark! Sprite resisted from folding into herself as the large dog approached them, forcing her ears to perk up a bit. He's not gonna like, accidentally crush her under his paws, or something, hopefully?- Sprite pauses, steering her thoughts from irrational (very rational-?) fears, and just flicks her tail politely in greeting. Sprite hopes her attempt to give somewhat of a sincere, if small, smile goes better than she thinks it did.
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Post by Light on Sept 12, 2023 23:49:58 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) It was in her sleep that Creamsicle’s questions tickled her subconscious. She had brushed them aside earlier, but now they came back to her in the form of dreams... It was a very hot day. The direct heat of the sun felt like liquid fire upon anything it touched and the distant air shimmered. A younger Cotton was in a particularly grumpy mood as she stalked into the den she called home, coming face to face with with a sharp amber glare. The older soft cream tabby spat at her, demanding food. Young Cotton spat right back. There was no food on such a day as this. But the soft tabby would not listen. She wanted food now. Cotton was prepared to ignore her, but the tabby was incessant- going as far to cuff her on the head to get her attention. That was the last straw. Cotton stormed out. Cries and apologies echoed behind her, but Cotton refused to look back. This was not an uncommon occurrence with her mother. She would use anything to keep Cotton by her side, and after calming down, with a sense of duty, Cotton would foolishly return to her mother. Though unpleasant, it was tolerable at the time. That was until her mother ended up taking away everything she held dear, just so she could have Cotton all to herself. It was at that time she left, silently vowing to herself to never be that way if she ever had her own kittens. She would raise them to be strong and independent. Then they would fully prepared to go and find their own places in life, as it should be. No matter how much she may desire them to stay, she would never let her kits waste their lives because of her.
She began to think of her kittens faces and all the silly things her kittens once did. The things that made her love them so. The glares she’d get sometimes when she corrected them. The joy they’d have on their faces when she brought them something to eat. The pride and joy on their faces with their first kill. The pride she’d feel when she watched them grow strong and independent. The sorrow she felt and hid when she knew they must go. When they were of age and strong enough to go, she would arrange a final training exercise with them one on one. Most of them partook willingly and set off with pleasant goodbyes. But some didn’t. One wasn’t ready and left anyways after a heated argument. Due to the weather and young Bramble’s skills, Cotton lost the trail and never found her again. She eventually came home drenched with no Bramble, for the sake of her other kits. She was sick for a few days after that, but her other kits did their best to help her recover. For a long time after that, she almost expected Bramble to return any day, but she never did. The presence of her other kits helped her to move on, but she would sometimes wonder. She would wonder if in trying to keep Bramble against her will, as young as she was, if that made her like her own mother. Unable to seek her out, she could only hope Bramble was alright~ wherever she was. Then there was Thorn. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to be exactly what she had once been forced to be. There was no way she could allow that to happen. The look on his face as she forced him to leave came to mind, and the feelings she once hid from him in the guise of harsh words and actions came back in soul searing pain. Cotton’s eyes flashed open, her pupils in thin slits and her ears pinned back. She took in a shaky breath and stood, stepping stiffly from the nest. She stood facing the wall, her breath coming in and out slowly in attempt to ease the shakiness. “It is better this way…” she breathed, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the wall. She must’ve been tired if she had slept deep enough to have these dreams again. ”You were a nice momma too, huh, Cotton? You’re nice to me.”The small voice came to mind. Am I a nice momma? Cotton liked to think she was. She had given her kits everything they needed to survive, right? Lessons that could keep themselves safe and fed for the rest of their lives, giving them the opportunity to pick whatever life path they chose to follow. Was that not a mother’s job? She thought again of Bramble’s fury and of Thorn’s look of betrayal. Would they consider her to be a ‘nice’ mother? Surely not. Cotton began to pace around the den, her head low as she tried to deal with her thoughts. On her second round, she paused at the entrance. After a moment’s hesitation, she tugged out the dried bushel she had used to plug it. It made a dry rustling sound that might be loud enough to wake the sleeping bundle behind her. Then without a word, she padded out into the larger chamber. She circled the chamber, trying to take in the old scents that lingered in the battered nests. Her steps became less stiff as she moved, and she fell into a more graceful slink. A couple of the nests were in a somewhat better condition. On one of these, Quiver’s scent was a bit fresher than the others. The thought of that precious tom helped warm her aching heart. He came to visit every once in a while, and she loved it when he did. Listening to the stories of his journeys made her feel almost like she had been there with him to see it all happen. It eased her loneliness. She let out another breath and padded over to the exit. She stopped by the short tunnel. Only a few pawfuls of loose snow seemed to have made it past the barrier. Her sharp yellow gaze studied the upward slope of the exit, but no light showed through the grasses that sheltered the entrance. The snow must have drifted over the exit. Taking in a deep breath, she reminded herself the same thing she did every time she looked up at the stars to ease her heart after one of her dreams. Whatever her kits thought of her- it didn’t matter. As long as all that she taught them served them well~ as long as they were safe and able, she would be content. She would dare not ask for more. This is a mother’s burden to bear. (I got carried away a little, hehe.) ---  FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) Frazzle's ears wiggled with joy at the fluffy one's enthusiastic answer. She seemed to be the friendlier one of the two. The other one hadn't really seemed unfriendly at all either- so she must be friendly too! "That's great!" He hopped a step back the way he came, then stopped, this time noting a much easier exit. He glanced back at them with a grin before dashing up the bank and out of the clearing. "Come on Garden and Wi- uh... Whisp!" He had never been very good at remembering names on the first go. Surely that was close enough, right? The unruly tom slid down the other side of the drift and hopped a couple of steps before glancing back with gleaming hazel eyes. "Let's go have ourselves an adventure!" Then without further ado, he turned and started padding along through the snow and away from the twolegplace with a cheery step. Then he froze with a look of alarm as he suddenly remembered something. Dashing back to a tree a short distance away, he snatched the bundle of unhappy catmint. Satisfied that he had everything now, he turned to continue padding away from the fence. Despite his energetic steps, he started dramatically slow until he knew the two mollies were following, then he resumed a more normal pace. His tail high and ears perked, he glanced around as they travelled. It was amazing how much a bit of snow changed things out here. The snowdrifts covered many of the familiar landmarks, and the skeleton-like trees and underbrush made everything look completely different. It was crazy to believe the trees weren't dead and would come back again in the spring. Soon, the skeleton-trees surrounded them and the fence was no longer in sight behind them. |
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Post by cherrywing on Sept 13, 2023 5:58:46 GMT -5
Myst yesss dew it c; soot i’ll get to my reply in a lil bit, i have school todayyy!!
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Post by Myst on Sept 13, 2023 8:49:14 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Forest | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Reserving energy was a foreign concept to the tom. He threw himself at whatever it was he felt like doing full throttle, and this was no exception. Getting up to the cave was the only thing on his mind, the starry felines and their new message they delivered already set to the back of his mind, if it was there at all. There wasn’t any sense in thinking on it any longer in his opinion. A puma guiding him to anything, now knowing what they were, sounded like a problem they could tackle later. After all, Crystal hadn’t once mentioned the mountain cat when recounting her mother’s stories, and it wasn’t the first message he'd gotten in his dreams. So, cave first, puma later.
The idea that no cat had really been to the area aided his drive. Kuta was far too curious to let something that like – somebody had to figure out what was in it, and he was more than happy for it to be him. As for what he was expecting, he wasn’t sure. Despite this, his answer to the molly’s question came easily, as if he was 100% sure of everything he said. “I’m sure we’ll fine something useful. Mysterious places are mysterious for a reason, so it’ll probably be cool, at the very least.” To him, this reasoning made sense. There was no end to the possibilities of what could be at the stream’s beginning especially granted that it sounded more or less unexplored. If they found nothing, then they found nothing. At the very least, it will have been a good trip away from home. A break, if you will.
“Is it better living outside?” The question was sudden, having just come into his mind. Kuta quite liked being out here with her, free to go and do whatever he so pleased. No people trying to keep him in order. Plus, it sounded like a tall order, the little quest his supposed ancestors had him on. How would he do right by them if he had to return to a human den?
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice - Feathertalon There weren’t many cats she met that would be so kind as to offer her a place to stay during leaf bare. After all, everyone was worried about keeping themselves fed and healthy, and resources were scarce. It would’ve been perfectly understandable in her opinion if Alice had decided to leave her in the mountains to fend for herself. Yet here she was, having been overed a safe haven from the storm. On top of it, she’d met two dogs that challenged her broad understanding of the species. Another animal she wouldn’t have necessarily blamed if they had told her to get lost, leave their land and find her own. A very odd day indeed.
Her question had been quickly forgotten in the face of the large dog who had just taken his leave. It wasn’t until the other molly provided an answer that her own words came back to her. Blinking, Binx glanced to the raptor before looking back to the other molly. “I wouldn’t mind being shown around.” After all, she had no way of knowing just how long the snow would keep her here. Wouldn’t hurt to know her way around the place.
She listened as she continued on about the dogs, mentioning that most cats of the barn were versed in the canine tongue. Very interesting, but it only made sense. It would be unfair to expect the dogs to learn a new language and now have the effort reciprocated. Or, that’s how it seemed to her. Once again it was mentioned that they all help one another. Dogs helping cats and cats helping dogs… She would’ve never thought such a thing possible this morning. “I’m sure that makes living together easier,” Binx mewed before picking up the carcass she’d momentarily abandoned. Better to get it out of the way sooner rather than later. “Lead the way.”
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Post by Myst on Sept 13, 2023 8:49:24 GMT -5
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 The snow was tall, but not so much so that they wouldn’t be able to move through it. Her belly would be cold, and surely her paw pads numb by the time she’d completed the first half of her little trip, but it was far from the worst she’d experienced. Puffing up her fur against the cold, she glanced over her shoulder to her companion as he followed her out. Anything that was threat would likely still be holed up, trying to keep warm in the early hours of the morning. If she had her way, she’d still be holed up, too.
As soon as he was out, Honey started off, taking calculated steps to minimize her contact with the crystalized water. Of course, all four of her legs were completely covered already, but she did what she could. “It’ll sound rude, but I just have to know. You can clearly fend for yourself – why stay with twolegs? Isn’t it confining?” The molly’s curiosity had finally gotten the better of her. Plus, it just wasn’t in her nature not to ask the questions in her mind. More often than not, she found no sense in staying silent just for the sake of it, nor did she beat around the bush about, well, anything.
 Dew -- Twoleg Place | With Winnie - cherrywing The storm had been a rough one, leaving the snow tall and the air permanently chilled, it seemed. Thankfully, the winds that had seemed to only be getting stronger over the previous day had died down significantly and the sky was clear. The snow had also began to melt considering she’d waiting a couple extra days to see if another, likely smaller, snow storm would come upon the land. At last Dew was free to brave the cold and replenish her small herb store. Of course, pickings were always slim during leaf-bare considering not many things survived the frost the season brought, but she still liked to go out to collect. That, and she had admittedly waited until she’d begun to run out of supplies to even consider hunting for any herbs. Completely her fault, she knew, but it was always much harder for her to get herself out in the cold months.
Today, though, she intended to make the most of the post-storm clarity the world had seemed to grant. Juniper berries were what she needed the most – her last few had long since shriveled and dried out. Thankfully she’d discovered a couple of twolegs seemed to maintain the plant for fun, leaving her with an ample supply whenever she needed. Dew sometimes wondered why they would keep the plants, but it mattered not. What matter was that she had an ample supply and the humans left her to her devices. As happy as she could be anywhere, she was very sure she could never be happy if confined to one of their dens for the rest of her days.
With this in mind, Dew emerged from the hollow tree she’d claimed for herself, stretching in the sunlight with a warm grin. A good portion of the snow had melted, though it was still up to her ankles in some spots. Snow itself wasn’t the worst thing in the world, she just wished it was something that could be warmer. Regardless, she was quick to begin on her journey, moving through the trees until they thinned out. Not too soon after, they gave way to the bit of open grassy area before the twoleg place started. It was cold, too cold for those hairless creatures, so surely she’d be fine to pop into a garden or two for her berries.
Hesitation but a distant concept to the brown and black molly, she crossed the bit of grass between her and her goal and jumped up onto a white fence. She could never remember which twoleg dens actually kept the plants she needed – there were too many of them and she only came as often as necessity required. That, and this fence was the closest. Before she could jump back down in the snow-dotted grass, blue eyes landed on a younger molly doing… well, she didn’t know, but she seemed happy about it. So Dew couldn’t help the bit of joy that sparked in her own chest. “What’re you doing?” she asked through a grin, though failing to introduce herself.
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 9:17:59 GMT -5
I’ll have replies up soon, my laptop died d:
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 12:40:02 GMT -5
Quinn
Treeline // with Spackle, Boz, and Zee soot
The tabby watched on, a bit taken aback. Glancing from the little dappled tom to the gray one and back to Spackle's amused face. Were these... no. There was no way they could be his kits. They didn't look like Spackle in the slightest. Quinn didn't know much about offspring but she knew genetics did not work like this.
She liked to think she got her looks from her father, whoever he was. Big, sparkling blue eyes and tiger-like tabby markings. She definitely didn't acquire them from her mother, shaking her head as she imagined the ticked she-cat's hard yellow eyes.
These cats looked nothing like their father if she could even call him that. Surely Spackle would have told her if he was a father? Well, he'd have no reason to tell her. Quinn hadn't exactly asked. She just assumed. Like she always did.
"Yes, I am very well, thank you." She mewed in mock formality, with a flick of her ears. These Boz and Zee characters were surely dynamic, at least the older one was. Turning mischievous blue eyes back to Spackle, she grinned, "I hadn't realized you had kits, Spackle." Quinn still wasn't sure they were her kits, in fact, she entirely doubted it. But the molly was in higher spirits today. High spirits meant more impulsive for the tabby feline.
"Here I am, stealing you away from your family. My apologies."
The tom's worry increased even further at Percy's shared concerns. Kneading his claws anxiously on the soft ground. Was he leading them into danger? He didn't want Percy to get hurt involving him in his peculiar mission sent from the starry cats. Every cat knew of the mountain lions that roamed the rocky terrains across the moor. Or at least, they should. He had heard the horror stories of the beast from the travelers who would come to visit him and his mother. Not even a healer could save cats from such deadly injuries.
But maybe Dewstar hadn't meant an actual puma. Maybe he just wanted Smoke to visit the mountains. Could there be a sign in the mountains somewhere? A sign that did not mean immediate death preferably. The gray tom had never been the best fighter. Let alone if he ran into such a predator. He was sure he would voluntarily climb into the puma's jaws himself if it came down to it.
Percy's meow snapped Smoke from his spiral of anxiety, instantly calming the gray cat. The worry melted from his face, replaced with a soft smile. Percy was great at lightening the mood. "A puma we'll seek indeed." He mewed with a nervous laugh. Hopefully not.
The tom shook his head, sitting up to resume his grooming. Dewstar had no reason to send him towards danger. How would he restore the clans if he was dead? Maybe he was thinking too deeply. But a message from such an ancient character sort of called for critical thinking.
With a sigh, Smoke extended his legs in one last stretch before climbing to his paws. Giving his pelt a thorough shake before padding over to sit beside the ginger and white cat. "But enough about me, how was your sleep? You hungry?" Smoke himself was hungry not that he'd mentioned it. Hopefully, they will be able to find a meal above ground. |
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 12:59:37 GMT -5
Ember
Treeline // with Spackle, Boz, and Zee soot
The cream tom frowned as he was met with silence for a moment. Wondering what their next move would be. Were these the farm cats? Would they turn him away? He could not afford to go back. There was nothing for him back in the forest. Twoleg place was no longer safe for him. Or at least as far as Ember knew it wasn’t. He never wanted to visit the cruel territory again for fear that they would capture him as they did his family.
He blinked as the tom spoke up. Ember rolled his eyes and snorted. He had a nose, surely he couldn’t have walked past it. Crimson told him it was big and red, and he couldn’t miss it. Yet these cats thought he was some mouse-brain. Let them help you. His mother’s soft voice sounded in his head. The cream and white tabby sighed heavily, averting his bi-colored gaze down to his paws, sunken deep into the snow. They tingled from their numbness from being submerged in the cold for so long. And not moving.
“Fine.” He grumbled he would have to swallow his pride. Getting to the farm was not an opportunity he could pass up. “You can escort me there if you want.” Ember didn’t want to be with these cats. He didn’t want to be with any cat that wasn’t his family. But he would never see them again so he might as well get used to it. Especially if he planned on living on the farm where other cats actually lived.
Lotus
Marshes // with Vixen Myst
The snow had fallen, giving way to a less gray sky. The sky's usual blueness showing through the clouds. Faint sunlight filtered through, shining down on the white expanse of land. The stream gurgled on sluggish with ice. It's black depths just as dangerous as it'd always been. One wrong move and the ice would gave way, sweeping anything that it managed to get its icy claws on.
This side of the territory was not as blanketed in the snow. Hard tufts of grass and heather jutting out from the wet ground of the marshlands. Cats didn't usually fancy areas like this due to the grounds'constant wetness. But the cold gave the muddy ground a firm hold. Until the next thaw anyway.
An angry yowl split the air. Blood splattering onto the ground, painting the patches of snow red. Lotus stood her ground, ears flattened against her head and fur bristling. The frozen carcass of a hare lying protectively beneath her, as if it were her own kit. The molly watched as the two rogues fled away from her with their tails tucked.
"Try it again, and I'll have your tails!" She spat, tail lashing in triumph. They tried to steal her prey from her. But Lotus was a fierce molly. If leafbare made a cat's heart cold it made the tortoiseshell she-cat's heart frozen. There was no room to have compassion for a desperate thief. A hare was big enough to feed maybe a family of cats. But Lotus was not a cat who craved companionship. She hunted alone. She ate alone. She slept alone. That was the way things were, and the way things would stay.
Snorting with contempt, the molly leaned down to pick up the frozen creature and returned along her path towards the pines. Her den resided there in the safe shadows beneath the tall trees. The lifeless body dragging limply beneath her. Normally she'd have a fit eating a meal so dirty. But a find like this was hard to pass up on. It was a scrawny creature, but who wasn't during the winter?
Lotus hasn't always been so cold to the world. It made her that way. No cat could be trusted. You could never know their true intentions. So it was best to stay alone and avoid them altogether.
Keeping her senses alert, the gray and she-cat trekked on, pausing to glance over her shoulder to make sure the two thieves weren't returning. There was a cat around, she could smell them. Better hurry up before they make their presence known. |
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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 13:15:12 GMT -5
Spacklew/ Quinn (whispering )
Location // The TreelineSpackle quirked an ear at the molly's response, pleasantly surprised. So he simply gave more of a slight smile, than a grin. "I'd say it was more of me following than you stealing, at any rate." Spackle says simply, tail flicking Boz's ear gently, giving no answer to the question of kits. "Ah, before I forget." Spackle says, turning towards Boz and Zee, "Zee, Boz, this is Quinn. A rather generous molly, if I do say so myself." Zee gives a slightly curious look towards Quinn, and Boz just gives Spackle a blank, narrow eyed look from where he's hidden from Quinn's sight. Spackle ignores him for now, dipping his head to Quinn in a formal, respectful manner. "I'm sure these two are thankful you made sure I wasn't freezing out in the cold, cold forest that Zee seems to have a strong distaste for, during this season." Spackle jabs slightly at Zee, said tom looking over to him incredulously. "Ay, wha' did I do to you?" Zee grumbles, rolling his eyes. "At least i'm not some muddy wandering cat like you, Spackle. You can't seem to keep your paws in one place." Zee says pointedly, but not as harshly as he would if he was genuine. Spackle just snorted, nudging Boz to sit more in view of his friend- ah, acquaintance? Boz shuffled over quietly as Zee grumbled about.. 'idiotic forest birdbrained-' to which Spackle also, dutifully ignored. "I do hope these two don't give you any trouble in the future, Quinn. As pestering as they seem, they're a good pair, kit and cat." Boz's paws shift in an a bashful manner, and Zee just switches to his grinning fox face. You'd be surprised, but that grin does not indeed mean he's going to cause trouble, he's just smiling... in his own way. Heaving a sigh at the two, he glances back towards the singular molly in the group. "If you need any help, well, assistance, you can find me just about anywhere. The forest, the barn, here in the twoleg place. And you can find these two following me, or at the barn." He decides to tell Quinn. He has an odd feeling she should know, just incase. Spackle tilts his head at a sudden thought. "If you're still not wanting to be inside of your twoleg place, having another companion in the woods is never turned down, if you'd like aswell." He added, just incase the molly is inclined to take upon the offer. You never know.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼
I dunno why, but i'm excited to have Spackle slip up on the whole 'Life feels meaningless to me', super curious on how she would react? This is for future reference of course, haha. Oh, and hullo Ember kitty pft- |
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2023 18:00:28 GMT -5
(I tried to make a kittypet, but he ended up too lazy to really ever really desire to go to the wild, much less stay. It would take extreme circumstances to help him do it. He’d be difficult to roleplay interaction too, due to his offhanded and arrogant behaviour. So I might have to rethink it. Or I could make another wild tom. We’ll see. For a kit character, I might wait to claim one born in rp. If that’s alright. :3)
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 19:51:29 GMT -5
light i say do it xD he at least would be popular among the kittypets maybe
i also was thinking of reasons why quinn ran away, and i’ve came up with this solution:
quinn often was breaking cotton’s rules, sneaking off the cross into the forest and explore the lands she was not allowed to go to alone because cotton would tell them it’s dangerous. maybe the day of their fight she had snuck away from the den and cotton caught her leading to the fight and quinn ultimately running away.
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2023 20:28:07 GMT -5
( Haha I’ll think about it. ^^ It’d be a whole process to get him comfortable enough to even leave his yard. He has bad memories of the outside world.)
(Ooh I like it! That sounds like something she’d do. And something that would frighten herself a little after the fact, reminding her a bit of how her mother once was with her. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree they say, heheh. In both respects. I hope my allusion to the event earlier was okay. :3 )
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 20:33:19 GMT -5
Quinn
Treeline // with Spackle, Boz, and Zee soot
Quinn smiled down at the two younger cats. Her whiskers twitch in amusement as she watches them all interact. She wished she would have a bond like that with her parental figure. But it'd always been serious during her kithood- she'd been thinking a lot about that today. A leakage in her memory volt maybe. Or maybe Spackle had caused this unlock of her memories.
The barn. Yes, it was definitely Spackle and his unique gang of kits bringing back all these painful yet nostalgic memories. The molly's smile faded a bit, and she shifted her paws uncomfortably.
"Yea.. in the forest, I'll keep that in mind." She forced a toothy smile, secretly willing for the subject to change. Or better, they decide to leave now. Perhaps she would go and visit Fran or Wila today. Clearly, too much time with wild cats caused her to think of things Quinn did not wish to. Her housecat friends would never bring up farms or moorlands because they didn't even know they existed. At least, Fran didn't know.
"The barn is a long way from here." She mewed after the silence, turning her attention back to the two younger toms. She would sneak away into the forest too when she was their age. Except she loved the forest. Barn cats usually stick to the moors. "Very brave of you to venture out after ol' Spackle yourselves." (of course! your post is what inspired me to start brainstorming the exact reason that drove her towards leaving <3) |
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2023 20:59:36 GMT -5
(Yay! I’m glad. ^^ How old do you think she was at the time?)
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 21:08:09 GMT -5
now that I have not figured out yet x.x
I feel since she still remembers all of her training and prefers to roam, she was around 10-11 moons, maybe even 12-13 but Cotton didn't feel she was ready due to her impulsiveness and lack of taking her training seriously
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2023 21:11:26 GMT -5
(Sounds good. :3 Either will work.)
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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 21:16:19 GMT -5
Spackle Location // The Treeline
Zee grinned, to which Spackle ignored in favor of the molly's shift of tone. Didn't he just say he didn't want to leave on a sour not, really? Heaving a breathe, the gray and white tome debates what excuses he can make to let Boz and Zee return to the barn without him. But.. he can't keep on leaving again and again, it's getting for longer periods of time as well. Damn him and his paws, he can't stay still for more than a day, can he? Let alone in that cramped, dusty, confining barn where you can't see a single star, or get a breath of fresh air..
"Hah! I'm the bravest cat you'll ever see molly, 'cept for 'ol birdbrain crazy Spackle over here. That old thing went for a dip in a rapid river, said it was relaxin'!" Zee said with mischievous flick of his tail, to which Spackle ignored the tom again, like he didn't even hear a single word. So, before Zee get's carried away on giving away Spackle's personal life, he turns to the molly with a goodbye ready. "May the stars guide you, dear Quinn." Spackle says, giving a smile rather than a grin, dipping his head slightly. Zee huffs at being ignored by Spackle, deserves it the little traitor. Shaking his fur, Spackle gets to his paws, Boz doing the same after a moment. "If I'm ever in town, the dog a few houses down will know, his name's Duke." Spackle says after a hesitant moment. He doubts the molly will put in more effort than she already has for some random cat. But he figures he oughta say it, just in case.
Zee sighs, stretches, and gets to his paws, Boz's ears twitching slightly as he looked up to the molly. Spackle tried to keep the disappointment of going to the Barn off of his face, and tried to focus on the fact that he's with Boz and Zee again. Boz can't be stuck with Zee forever, can he? So, with one final glance to the molly, and Spackle is moments from walking towards the shadows of the snow addled forest. At least they'll go through the forest and moorlands, before The Barn. Small graces.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 21:39:55 GMT -5
poor spackle he’s just a confused boy :’(
quinn is not a good friend to confide in but she tries her best
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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 21:42:53 GMT -5
I'm just imagining Spackle yoinking Boz along with him to come and say hi to Quinn with absolutely no excuse ready for why- I think Boz and Quinn might get along, if they do interact more in the future Ah- also, this is what Boz and Zee look like.
Boz, Zee |
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2023 21:50:35 GMT -5
quinn would just enjoy being in their presence <3 she envies seeing cats with happy familial relations
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