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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 21:52:44 GMT -5
Ahhh, yes, gotta love seeing those good family vibes, haha. Boz, the shy tiny boi would end up adoring Quinn, lol
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Post by Myst on Sept 13, 2023 22:02:31 GMT -5
I fully slept all day on accident c:
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 13, 2023 22:05:37 GMT -5
Heather Location: Barn With: Spark, Sprite ( soot) Heather smiled as Spark trotted over, not even flinching a bit as the border collie trotted over. "Hey, Spark. Done herding the sheep?", she asked. "At least for now. We'll probably bring them in tonight.", Sprite said. "At least, Bo thinks we will, since they went into a closer pasture. But, guess we'll have to see.", he said. He spoke cat well, used to talking with Heather, though she also knew dog. But he had noticed the cat he'd seen around but never actually met (like several of the other barn cats). "Who's this?', he asked, his tail wagging slowly as a sign of friendship. "This is Sprite, she's one of the younger cats.", Heather said, glancing at Sprite. Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Frazzle ( Light) "It's Gardenia.", Gardenia muttered, but too quiet for Frazzle to hear. Wisteria had thought about correcting him, but she hadn't got the chance before he'd bounded around, first heading off, then coming back, then heading off again with plants in his mouth. Frazzle was a strange cat. Wisteria just nudged her sister as she started to follow Frazzle, Gardenia following after a moment of irritation. Wisteria walked a bit faster to catch up with Frazzle, looking amused. "How are you going to tell us about the places we walk by if you have plants in your mouth?", she asked genuinely. Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) "It's not rude at all. I get that not every cat understands.", he said. "But they're kind, and while I can handle myself, I don't stay there to rely on them. Sure, they feed me, and take care of me, but I like their company. And they like mine. I've been there since I was a kitten, and I wouldn't want to make them sad by leaving.", Shadow said. He got that Honey would be curious, and he was more than happy to answer her questions. Curiosity was a good trait to have, and his life would definitely be curious to a cat like her. Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember ( whispering) Alyssum frowned slightly at the kitten's tone. He was trespassing on their territory, they were offering to help him, and he was irritated at them? Part of her wanted to rescind the offer, but she also didn't want to find his body when the snow thawed. So, she'd shut up and help Aster lead the snarky kitten to the farm. "Come on.", Aster said, turning and heading in the direction of the farm. While it had been in the general direction Ember was heading, Aster turned more towards the south, on a path directly to the farm, and started padding through the deep snow. (Well, was gonna say was replying cause I needed to take my mind off out water being off, but it's back on! The water main burst like right around the corner from us, so we didn't have water for a couple hours, but it's fixed now!) |
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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 22:14:16 GMT -5
Spritew/ Heather, Spark (runningsky123 )
Location // The BarnSprite looked a tad wide eyed up to the border collie, giving a small and hesitant smile as she shifted her pricked paw. "Hello there." Sprite said simply, trying not to gawk at the dog. She'd sort of met the dog once before, but she'd been hiding a bit of ways up when that happened- so.. well, more of like seen him then isn't it? Welp. Close enough. Sprite's ears swivel a bit, her tail curling around her leg in a habitual manner as she stared up at the dog. He really could trample her if he wanted, what with how tiny she is compared to him. Seriously, what right do so many dogs have to be so tall?
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
(Ahk- having the water off sucks, talking from many.. many experiences, haha. It's good its back on again! Thank goodnes, lol.) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 13, 2023 22:23:18 GMT -5
Heather and Spark Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) Spark could see Sprite looked a bit frightened, so he laid down, making it look like he was just tired, but really he wanted to make himself not so much bigger than her, hoping that would make her relax. “Hello, I’m Spark.”, he said, wagging his tail across the floor, tossing loose hay here and there. “I’m teaching her how to clean out the nests.”, Heather said. “She’ll be able to help out, and I can spend some more time with the chickens, make sure we don’t have another close call.” “Sounds like a good job.”, Spark said. Sprite seemed quite a bit younger than Heather, but even then, she seemed a bit smaller than she should be. He remembered Heather mentioning a sickly kitten, and figured this must be her. He didn’t mention it though. It didn’t matter anyways. She had ways she could help, and even if she couldn’t, they weren’t going to kick her out into the cold just because she was sick. “Important too. I know I always appreciate a nice clean bed to sleep in, but the farmer does that for me.”, he said. (Yeah, I’ve had a few times before but it’s just kinda anxiety inducing, especially this time since it was a break and not something scheduled. We were all worried about showers, but we all had Plan Bs if the water didn’t come back on. We have a bathroom in the other office at my work, cause there were construction guys there before, so that was mine XD) |
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Post by soot on Sept 13, 2023 22:36:21 GMT -5
Spritew/ Heather, Spark (runningsky123 )
Location // The BarnSprite watched as the dog- Spark, settled onto the ground, a tad bit closer to her own height now. Shifting her paws a tad, Sprite flicked her ear politely. "It's- nice to meet'cha. I'm Sprite." She said a tad more openly, ears perked straight up as she spoke. When Heather started, Sprite's ears quirking as she paid attention to the pair's conversation. He doesn't seem too bad, she knows he's a polite dog, really, she's just.. wary. Her paws shuffle a tad bashfully at the mentioning of herself, her tail curling at the end as she glances between the two. Sprite has days she wishes she could be like Heather, healthy, and a hard working cat. Sprite- well, she tries, but she'll always have a lower limit than others, which she tries not to be bothered by. Let's just say she's not the most successful at that part. But she's happy to be able to do at least a little bit of help now, rather than just another cat to help with naught in return. She sets her gaze on Spark, tail twitching. He really isn't that bad.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
(Pftt- backup plans are the best. It's always planned when we have it- thankfully it's not broken or anything.. yet ;3; but having the water off is generally just ughhh) |
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Post by Light on Sept 14, 2023 0:25:38 GMT -5
(I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna purposely misspell Gardenia and Wisteria's names for a bit. ^^ He might get closer to the actual names over time after hearing them a few times- either that or he'll find some other nickname that makes him think of them. Frazzle's gonna try his best at his new real estate agent job.)  FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) Frazzle glanced at Whisp as she came up beside him. He waggled his brows in response, followed by a wink. "Ah gah tish," he meowed through the plants with all confidence. His gaze suddenly flashed in recognition at something on the other side of Whisp. With a note of joy, he bounded over to a strange twisted tree, half buried in the snow. He set down the catmint and took a step to the side, his tail sweeping to indicate the tree with dramatic flourish. "First stop, the bowing tree," Frazzle introduced with a deep bow of his head, as if imitating the tree.  "This tree is always fun to climb on. It's good for shielding from the sun on hot days. And the mice." Frazzle took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he cherished his memories of finding mice here. The tom licked his lips, as the taste came to mind. "I find mice here all the time." Frazzle's eyes flashed open and he padded up to the tree curling around the branches and sniffing around, occasionally pawing at the snow. He stopped near the base of the tree, where a drift sloped sharply downward. "About here at the base of the tree, there are some broken rocks. I would sometimes explore the gaps between them. They are covered by snow now, but they are pretty cool when you see them." Turning to the trunk, he unsheathed his claws and climbed to the top of the bow. He peered down at the mollies from above with a grin. The bowing tree was one of his many favourite spots in the forest. Would Whisp and Garden like it? |
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Post by whispering on Sept 14, 2023 9:12:46 GMT -5
(morning y’alll <3)
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Post by Light on Sept 14, 2023 9:29:25 GMT -5
(Mawnin’!)
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Post by Myst on Sept 14, 2023 10:07:23 GMT -5
 Vixen -- The Marsh | With Lotus - whispering Snow. They hated snow. Storms were inevitable, that much they knew, but why did it have to be snow? It was cold and stuck to the longer parts of their pelt, creating little mats that would take hours to work out. How unsightly… In their opinion, the world would survive perfectly fine if snow didn’t exist.
Alas, they were victim to the weather just like anybody else, and the snow fell well into the night despite their desires. Thankfully, the marshes were a little more kind than the rest of the land. While the trees offered cover and the moorland offered camouflage, the wetland were just better in leaf-bare. Of course, this was only because the snow seemed to melt faster. Whether or not that was actually true didn’t matter – all that mattered was that when the water-soaked ground froze and snow fell, this was the only place they could exist without marring the perfection of their coat. Today was no exception to such conditions. The marshes still acted as a safe haven in the snow and dark clouds had finally lightened up some, allowing the sun to peak through occasionally. All was calm.
Until it wasn’t.
Silence turned to anger given a voice, cutting through thoughts surrounding what the day may bring and drawing attention away from the meal sat between their paws. The rogues were not new to them, having spotted the pair at a distance closer to dawn. Their desperation had drawn them here, and Vixen had written them off immediately. Desperate cats could not think clearly in a fight, and as such, they were no threat. He thought himself above such a feeling, even in the cold months. Many turned cold and harsh this time of year, but they did not fall into this group. After spending several moons carefully cultivating his persona and outward presenting character, they wouldn’t dare allow themselves to stoop as low to acting, much less feeling, desperate. Far too much work had gone into his own personality to reach such a low level.
The yowl told the ruddy feline that the rogues had bitten off more than they could chew. That, or they’d cornered somebody and bullied them out of a meal. Not too soon after it was becoming apparent that another cat was heading in their direction. ‘Is a simple morning too much to ask for?’
Vixen simply stayed low and waited, jaws parted slightly. It seemed the other was only getting closer, meaning they’d likely have to abandon the mouse they’d secured. Well, at least he’d been able to eat most of it before now. With a quiet huff, they finally sat up, green eyes settling on a molly with a hare between her teeth. A catch they wished they could’ve made – maybe another day. Flicking an ear, the feline offered nothing more than their typical contented expression as she looked over her should. “Looks like you gave those two a good run.” Vixen’s voice was level, not quite hostile or inviting. They were no threat, nor did they desire to be threatened.
(Sorry if this reads odd - I'm using they/he pronouns for Vixen and sort of toying around with switching between them to see if I like it)
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 She was likely one of those cats that would never truly understand the life of a kittypet. A life lacking freedom was just something she couldn’t imagine. She’d ventured a lot closer to the twoleg dens when she was younger. There had been kittypets who were all too content to remain confined to their yards, come when their people called them – it was no way to live. Shadow, though, seemed to live with one paw in each world. Even when he answered her question it didn’t seem like he gained a lot from his twolegs. Maybe an easy meal, but she’d seen the weird pellets that house cats were provided. Of all the things she’d seen in her life, they had seemed the least appetizing. “I… Suppose I can understand that, being there since you were a kit and all. But they’re still just some twolegs – wouldn’t they just replace you without thinking if you didn’t come home?” She’d seen it happen it, around the time she’d decided to stop visiting. Had stopped by a familiar garden and asked about an orange tabby she’d been accustom to seeing – the grey molly hadn’t a single clue who she’d been referring to. It was many moons ago, now, but the idea of simply being replaced was unsettling to her.
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2023 10:33:12 GMT -5
Good morning c:
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Post by Myst on Sept 14, 2023 10:37:04 GMT -5
Gmornin c: and possibly gnight I just got off work lol
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 14, 2023 10:51:30 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Frazzle ( Light) Wisteria’s eyes widened at the tree, padding over to inspect it. She’d never seen anything like it, the trunk growing upwards normally before it looked like it has wilted like a plant without water. She sniffed its roots, but it smelled normal, like just a plain tree. “Wow.”, she said softly. “What could make this?”, she asked, having no clue how a tree could bend over like that. She glanced up when Frazzle started climbing it, looking amused. Shadow Location: Forest With: Honey ( Myst) “I mean, I’ve certainly seen housefolk around get new cats when another passes, but I’ve never seen it immediately after. Obviously I don’t speak or truly understand housefolk, but they seem to grieve their cats that have passed. I couldn’t say definitively, but even if my housefolk did get another cat if I didn’t make it home, they would still miss me.”, Shadow said. “I know it’s hard to imagine if you haven’t lived with them, but they do care about us. We don’t offer anything to them, no help, no value, for the most part, other than companionship. At least, that’s what my mother always told us.” He missed his mother. The gorgeous tabby she-cat had been kind, and sweet, and very loving. Shadow and his littermates had been her third litter, her first in the shelter of a house. She’d lived on the streets for many years, before she finally decided she didn’t want that life for her litter she’d been carrying. She’d found a home with nice housefolk, who took her in and gave her a safe place to have Shadow and his littermates. That he knew, his mother was still at that house. It was far, as he knew it had been a bit of a car ride from his birthplace to his home now. “Were you born in the forest?”, he asked Honey. It was only fair to get some information from her in return, and he was also curious about her life. (I’m still trying to figure out why he leaves his house, I’m thinking something happens. Been watching 911 a lot so fire is on my mind 😅) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 14, 2023 13:17:48 GMT -5
Replies coming tomorrow more than likely c;
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Post by Light on Sept 14, 2023 14:20:29 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) There it was again. That look of amusement. The orange and white tom loved it when he could get others to feel that way. In this case it seemed to be more successful with Whisp than with Garden, but that was more than enough to make him happy. When Whisp brought up her query, Frazzle tilted his head at the thought. It hadn’t occurred to him that something could have made it this way. He peered down at the bowing tree beneath his paws. “Maybe it got tired,” he suggested, looking back Whisp with a sparkle in his eye. “There’s a lot of cool things around when you know where to look.” He lifted his gaze and looked around for Garden, wondering what she thought of the place. He already had the next place he’d show them in mind. Once they were done checking this place out, he’d be ready to show them the next. It was not far from here. He hopped down from the tree, landing a tad too close to the edge of the steep downward slope. The snow under his paws began to crumble. He let out a yowl of alarm, and his paws scrambled against the loosening snow to no avail. (The slope isn’t all that far and would be far from life threatening, but it’d be a bit of a shock if a cat lost their paws and tumbled down. :3 Let’s see what happens.) (Let me know if you think I ever get too carried away. It’s too easy to do with this guy. ;3)
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Post by whispering on Sept 14, 2023 14:33:16 GMT -5
With a sigh, Ember followed after the cats. Already regretting his decision to trust them. He was more than capable of finding the farm himself. Yet these cats had stopped them because he'd allegedly intruded on their territory. The young tom snorted to himself at the thought. Should have done a better job marking. It wasn't his fault he couldn't smell the land that was theirs.
But there was no turning back now, he'd already agreed to let them escort him. Might as well let them carry it out. He'd get to where he needed to be and would never have to see their faces again. Or maybe he would if they were farm cats, which Ember was pretty sure.
The cream tabby glanced around at their surroundings as they traveled. Taking in the view of the distant mountains. They seemed so tall from the other side of the stream, but now they seemed to reach into the sky like gray claws. Taller than any tree Ember had seen himself. And the moorlands, the vast whiteness seemed to stretch on forever. Patches of heather and grass jutting out from the snow here and there. A few copses dotted the land behind them. How could cats possibly live in a place like this? Ember had never traveled this side of the stream. It was a new foreign land to the tom. But then again, this whole experience was new to Ember- trusting cats. Going to live on a twoleg farm.
But at least it wasn't twoleg place. Maybe these twolegs were nicer and that's why cats took refuge on the farm. Maybe they wouldn't shove cats into their metal cages and speed away in monsters. He shivered at the memory, turning his attention back to his two escorts.
They looked like they could be siblings, the molly being cream and the tom ginger. Like me and Sunny. He thought sadly. "So are you farm cats?" Lotus
Marshes // with Vixen Myst
The molly's pace slowed as the scent grew stronger. Her amber eyes narrowed as she scanned for this new possible enemy. Freezing as she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes landed on a crouched red figure.
Instinctively, Lotus's ears flattened against her head and the fur along her spine began to bristle. A low growl of warning rumbled in her throat. She'd already chased off two cats today, she had no issue fighting another. Her eyes narrowed even tighter at the look of ease on the cat's face, the coolness in their meow. What were they playing at? Surely this russet-furred cat didn't think nice words would win over her meal.
Placing down her frozen catch and securing it beneath her paws, she growled, "Yes, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat." The tortoiseshell held the cat's gaze steadily, daring them to try and make a move. The hare may not have been a meal she caught on her own, but it was hers, and she'd worked hard enough to keep it. Damn them if another cat thinks they can get their grimy paws on it.
The molly's amber eyes scanned the meager remains of a mouse that lay beside the red stranger. Her nose scrunches up in pity. Suddenly she felt very grateful for her hare. It was as if her ancestors themselves had guided her to the spot where she dug up the frozen carcass.
Lotus's stillness made her come to the realization that her ear was hot, and throbbed with a stinging pressure in her ears. A drop of blood dropped onto the frozen floor beneath her. One of those rogues managed to get a hit on her. Lucky bastard. It stung like hell, but she would not show her pain to this cat. Lotus still wasn't sure if he posed a threat to her or not. What did they want from her?
"I wouldn't be too shocked if they tried to bully you out of your meal as well. My guess is they're inexperienced kits, freshly left their mother." Only mouse-brains tried to attack other rogues without a proper plan. Greater in numbers, they probably assumed. Lotus pitied such stupidity. Numbers did not outnumber brute strength and battle tactics. (take your time feather school has been busy for me today, idk how many replies I'll get in) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 14, 2023 15:41:54 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Frazzle ( Light) Wisteria purred in amusement at his mention of the tree getting tired. She felt like that probably wasn't it, but it wasn't like she actually knew. She sniffed around the tree a bit more, glancing over when she heard Frazzle move, figuring he was coming down, about to speak, but didn't get the chance. Frazzle slipped, and Wisteria lunged forward immediately. She didn't know how big the slope was, but Frazzle had mentioned rocks beneath the snow. Hitting one of those wouldn't be good, and she didn't want Frazzle to be injured. She grabbed his scruff, digging her paws in to stop him from slipping further. Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember ( whispering) "No, we live on the moor.", Alyssum said. "We... avoid housefolk for the most part.", she said, not realizing that that would reveal she had been a housecat. "We've just seen the farm in the distance while hunting or patrolling.", she said, walking beside Aster, glancing back at Ember as they walked. |
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Post by Myst on Sept 14, 2023 17:16:21 GMT -5
I should be able to get replies tonight while I’m working c:
Sorry my online-time is a bit spotty cause I’m trying desperately to fix my sleep schedule
I’m already very much a fan on where this interaction with Vixen and Lotus could go
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 14, 2023 21:29:11 GMT -5
Light tbh I kinda feel like Wisteria and Frazzle could be a cute couple, after Night messing with Wis.
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Post by Light on Sept 14, 2023 22:28:12 GMT -5
(Aw. I think the two would be very cute. <3 Frazzle doesn’t see her that way quite yet, but he loves that she finds humour in his antics and he’s warming up to her quickly. It’s a good start. If he starts developing feelings, he’d probably be clueless to what they are at first, haha. As long as he doesn’t mess things up too much with his cluelessness, I think it could happen. I would totally be up for that. ^^
Will get my reply up later tonight. Got some work to finish.)
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2023 0:47:00 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123) Frazzle felt the snow beneath his paws give way and thought for sure he'd be sent for a tumble. Just when he was sure he wouldn't make it, teeth clenched down on his scruff. Thanks to his saviour keeping him anchored, Frazzle was finally able to find secure pawholds and climb back up to the firmer snow. His fur was puffed out, his eyes wide with energy, and he had an amazed expression on his face. His panting from the suddenness of the event turned into a little giddy mrrow of laughter. He raised his gaze to meet the gaze of the white molly who had pulled him up. "That was... Awesome!" Frazzle took a quick step toward her and brushed against her shoulder as a gesture of appreciation. "I thought I was going down for sure, but you were all like- Shwooom! -and here we are! I've got to say, you've sure got some great reflexes! Thanks for the save, Whisp my friend!"
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Post by Myst on Sept 15, 2023 2:30:07 GMT -5
Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 So the twolegs gained nothing from owning cats, and yet he seemed quite sure that he would be missed should he not return home. From her perspective, if companion ship was all there was to gain, it was better to get it from something you could actually speak to. Twoleg sounds all came off like gibberish to her, and there were far too many that seemed content to just pick up their animals whenever they pleased, regardless of whether or not the animal liked it. She just found it hard to believe that they cared about their felines that much that they mourned them. She supposed that she’d never understand, not truly. “Well, I’m sure your mother was a smart cat.” It was all she could think to say.
When a question was turned her way, the molly nodded, casting a glance skyward for just a moment. “Born and raised – was the only one in my litter, too.” It’d been a little lonely, but nothing she hadn’t adjusted to. Now grown, she was quite content to be alone, not really enjoying the idea of keeping company just for the sake not being alone. If one couldn’t be alone for a period of time, how were you to survive?
(Oooo a fire could be very wild - also I'm sure it's exactly about what it sounds like but how is 911? I think I've seen some clips of it but haven't decided if I want to watch it or not)
Vixen -- The Marsh | With Lotus - whispering Pinned ears, bristling fur and a warning growl. All things to be expected given the current circumstances. She was on the defensive after clearly having been the victor of whatever spat they had heard the tail end of. It was entirely fair, especially given that food was scarce for most. Still, she set it down to make a passive threat. How long it would stay passive, the feline was unsure, but it didn’t matter. Whatever they lacked in brute strength was made up for in speed and cunning – if there were to be a fight it surely wouldn’t last long.
Flicking an ear in acknowledgement of the statement was the only sign that Vixen had heard her as green eyes flicked over her form again. The hare beneath her paws seemed old, frozen even. On top of that it seemed she was injured – if she’d noticed it by now, she did a wonderful job of hiding it. Hiding pain was a skill he could respect. “Lucky for you I’ve no interest in cold food.” The statement was simple and completely truthful despite how his tone didn’t change. Whether or not she believed it didn’t matter to him all too much.
What did matter was that it seemed she was looking him over the same as they did her. The way her nose scrunched up just a bit hadn’t been missed. Pity. Something Vixen did not handle well when it was directed at them. Whether it was in regard to his abandoned meal or his slender frame being interpreted as a harsh outcome of leaf-bare, they couldn’t tell, but it bothered them all the same. They had received more than a lifetime of it from their mother and siblings, she didn’t need to add to it. Even just the thought brought a flicker of irritation to their eyes, though it was gone just as fast as it had come.
As she continued on about the rogues, a hint of amusement crossed his features by way of a subtle grin. “They never got the chance. Clumsy hunters are easy to avoid in the silence of sunrise,” Vixen replied. He’d heard them making a sloppy chase of what was likely a lone rabbit long before even bothering to hunt for himself. He agreed with her statement, though. They couldn’t have been much older than recently weaned kits. “Though, I wonder how inexperienced they truly are – you are bleeding, it seems.” He could smell it, the underlying scent or iron stinging his nose in a way that made him want to stop thinking. Gears in his mind were turning in an attempt to pull useless memories to the forefront of their attention. They wouldn’t have it. Not now, and certainly not later. So, rather than think they continued. “I’d suggest you handle it, lest you desire unwanted attention.”
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Post by whispering on Sept 15, 2023 12:13:31 GMT -5
So they were moorcats. They lived on this vast land year round. Ember himself had never crossed the stream onto the moor. He was not the most skilled swimmer. And there was also the fact he wasn't entirely comfortable with the moorlands. When the tom lived with his family, they never went on that side of the stream. Typically staying in the forest and twoleg place. But they were not here now. Now it was Ember's time to discover new things for himself. For his own sake.
There was no way he could survive through leafbare at the current rate he was going. His shape grew skinnier and skinnier by the day. He needed the farm. The tom could only hope it would all work out for him.
"You don't like the forest?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of the young tom. These cats weren't a threat to him, he might as well make the best of the trip. This territory was entirely new to Ember after all. "This is my first time on this side of the stream." He admitted quietly, averting his gaze from the orange cats back to the distant expanse of land. Lotus
Marshes // with Vixen Myst
Lotus snorted, lashing her tail in defiance. Maybe the hare wasn't the most honorable catch, but it was a meal. And it would last her the next few days once it thawed more in her den. "A meal is a meal. I reckon some fox stashed it away. Dumb mutt didn't expect me to come along."
Foxes were notorious for burying their meals, saving them for later. It was dangerous to take from the larger predators, but Lotus was no coward. She'd done her best in drowning out the fox scent. Rolling herself and the carcass in the muddy marshes. Hence why she was so muddy. The molly figured if she could make it to her den in enough time, she would successfully go through with her plan. That is, before she'd run into her red companion. Was this a companion? She could barely call them that.
Her annoyance grew as the feline went on. Eyes flashing indignantly, "A claw connecting to my ear is hardly a real blow. A kit could pull a move like that." Though her ginger ear still throbbed, she'd never admit the rogue cat had actually come to hurt her. But she'd done much worse to her attacker. Who does this cat think they are?
The she-cat's claws unsheathed, digging into her frozen meal. Amber eyes narrowed to slits. Was this cat mocking her? Her instincts screamed for her to put an end to this encounter and shut them up herself. But she kept her composure. Lotus could not let them win this fight.
"Thanks for your concern." The tortoiseshell muttered, flicking her bleeding ear towards them. "I don't know how I possibly could have come to the realization myself without your help." Despite the sarcasm that was clear in her tone, Lotus was burning with rage, driving her claws even further into the hare to stop herself from clawing this cat's smug look of their face. (i'm thinking the fox catches up to them o3o) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 15, 2023 15:38:08 GMT -5
Light oh yeah totally, definitely not a right now thing. Still planning on having her kinda fall for Night as he’s manipulating her, but I think it would be cute to have Frazzle there after, kinda like a ‘teach her how to love again’ type thing. Also, they’d be super cute together, Frazzle being silly and Wisteria being amused by his antics
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2023 16:22:14 GMT -5
(Aw. Poor Wis. He’d definitely want to support (cheer her up) in any way he could, whether as friends or as more some day. <3 I’m excited to see how it all goes down, how relationships develop between the cats and all.
Frazzle’s the kind of cat who would want be friends with anyone he can- give or take. Not to say that he goes out looking for them. He kind of just flies by through life, considering all who are friendly to be friends. He often even considers unfriendly cats to be friends too. XD So I don’t know what sort of drama with other characters he’ll find himself with at that point. ^^ But it’ll be fun to find out.)
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Post by soot on Sept 15, 2023 17:14:16 GMT -5
I have Boz, Zee, and Spackle open c: They're headed for the barn if anyone wants to say ello, lol
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2023 17:22:57 GMT -5
(I won’t be incredibly active this weekend, but if you’re interested, Wonder is open at the barn. :3)
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Post by soot on Sept 15, 2023 17:56:58 GMT -5
Sure! The three just returned to the barn c: I think Boz would be a good one, haha. He's still sorta a kit, but not quite anymore, he likes to chill on top the barn, I can write up a starter!
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Post by Light on Sept 15, 2023 18:06:23 GMT -5
(Sure! Sound great. ^^ Wonder is 14 moons- a young adult of sorts.)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 15, 2023 18:15:49 GMT -5
Wila »
Momentary frustration sparked through Wila, ruffling her fur like static. She had never been upset with herself for being a house cat. She enjoyed her life save for the whole ordeal with Chai and that her housefolk wanted her to produce kits with a tom that wasn’t worthy of her affections, but that was something she was willing to look beyond. Other than that inconvenience her humans gave her shelter, toys, water, and even food. Really good food, not that weird pellet stuff that most house cats were given. Wila liked to believe that since she was meant to be a show cat her humans fed her a diet that was just as high quality as she was. Though she didn’t want to diss whatever Fran or Quinn was fed. They were healthy and happy with their own meals as far as Wila could tell, but while they were okay with what they were given, Wila would turn her nose up at the hard pellets. She much preferred the raw meat her owners gave her.
But all of that was beyond the point. Being a house cat was something the brown molly was rather proud of, but right now it left a bitter taste in her mouth. When it came to hunting her own food she was useless, and she wasn’t fond of feeling useless. Flame had missed his catch too, but Wila was sure he would have gotten it whereas her own catch had been sloppy and downright awful. That mouse could have walked right underneath her paws and she still would have missed it.
Her tail lashed. Her claws unsheathed themselves and sunk into the ground, the pine needles splinting under the tension. Surely Flame wouldn’t think of her as useless if she couldn’t hunt. They both knew this wasn’t their strong suit, but hunting was the whole reason they had come out here. What if Flame decided he didn’t want to be friends with her because she couldn’t survive outside the comforts of twolegplace? Wila’s heart ached at the thought of losing Flame. His companionship meant a lot to her already.
Wila drew in a deep breath. The air was cold inside her chest, simmering down the hot frustration. She exhaled, letting the annoyance out in a puff of air. Her claws sheathed back, her fur smoothing down. Flame wouldn’t think she was stupid. Flame seemed to genuinely care about her, and caring about another cat meant knowing about their flaws and gently guiding them to improve on those flaws. And that’s what he was doing. As Wila listened she could clearly hear him suggesting that they find a better suited environment for them to try hunting in.
The molly nodded and then glanced around. To the left the pines looked to be aligned with one another, clumped together so tightly that the ground was barely coated in snow. To the right the land appeared more snowy, thicker with the white precipitation than what Wila had noticed earlier. The pines looked to be further spread apart as well. ”We can try over there,” she mewed, gesturing toward the right with her tail. ”It’s not as open as the moor, but it’s probably as close as we’ll get today.” Hopefully the prey would be running in that area as well, and hopefully they’d get lucky and actually be able to catch something.
Solomon »
Despite the fact that he was helping Apple the kittypet return back to twolegplace, Solomon wasn't making any special accommodations for the other tom as they traversed through the forest. The loner kept going on at his normal pace, slinking through the forest as if he were a silent shadow. He kept himself on high alert with each step, checking the barren forest floor for any signs of other metal jaws. So far there was nothing, which had him wondering why a twoleg had set just one out and why so far out into the woods. The mind of a twoleg was something Solomon would never understand. What they did was of no business of his, though he wished they didn't set out dangerous traps like they did.
His mental wandering led his thoughts back to Apple. Solomon could feel the other tom's fur brush up against his from time to time, as if Apple needed to be stuck to Solomon's side like a burr. There was a part of him that wanted to let loose the annoyance that was hot against his tongue, but he held himself back. Starting an argument now could very well hinder their progress in getting Apple back home, and the last thing Solomon wanted was to be stuck in a snowstorm with the kittypet.
Why Apple had decided to venture out into the forest on a day such as this one was beyond Solomon. The land would soon be drenched in snow, the air was freezing, and there was no prey to be found out here, so surely Apple wasn't here for land or fresh air or food. Why would he need all that anyway when he was given that by his twolegs? Apple would never have to struggle just to have the basics of living.
In the midst of his internal questions came a storm of Apple's own. Solomon perked his ears up, turning his head to look over his shoulder at the ginger kittypet. He snorted, shaking his head before turning to look back at the path ahead. Twolegplace wasn't very far now, and if all he had to do was entertain this kittypet with a few answers before he was gone for good then Solomon supposed it was a price he was willing to pay. "It's all I've known," he told the tom simply. He had been born in the wild, to a mother who had loved him and cared for him and his littermates. She had passed down all her knowledge onto them. There had been a time when Solomon thought the world of his mother, thought that she deserved everything she ever wanted, but as he had grown older she had started to push him away. Some of his littermates left on their own accord. Bramble had left in a storm, her anger pushing her away from the family before anybody else had left. Solomon had been the last of his litter to leave, and if his mother hadn't forced him with claws and teeth he would have stayed. He had wanted to stay, but she had not allowed such a thing. Even now Solomon had no idea why she had been so adamant about him leaving, and for a while he had been okay with it. It hung heavy in his heart, the sorrow of being pushed away, but he had accepted it until seeing other mothers with their litters. Mothers who allowed their kits to stay if they wanted. Mothers who didn't force their kits to leave. Seeing that made him start questioning why he had been forced to leave. Had his mother grown tired of him? Had his mother grown to hate him? ... Hade he done something wrong?
Stop that, he growled inwardly. His mother forcing him to leave was of no fault of his own. Somewhere along the lines his mother had lost the love she had once shown him and had turned it into hate. She had never cared about him, not truly. Even his name had been an indication of that, for after all, at the end of the day, hadn't he just been a thorn in her side?
Any other time the chill in the wind would have been a nuisance, but this time it gave Solomon a chance to snap out of his dark thoughts and jump back into the presence. He glanced to the side, a flash of ginger fur reminding him of what he had been doing just seconds before. Right. The kittypet and his questions. "The forest gives me everything I need. Shelter, food, water, and freedom. I can do what I want and go where my paws please." That's a lie. If your paws went where they wanted you wouldn't be in this restrictive forest, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, but Solomon pushed it away, ignoring it if it had anything else to say. "I get to be my own cat in charge of my own life. I wouldn't want to be hindered by twolegs doing whatever twolegs do with their kittypets." For once his words weren't a subtle chance at hostility toward Apple, and instead, they were simply words that came through from the depths of his thoughts. He had spoken with plenty of kittypets since coming to the forest, but even after all that time with them and talking to them, Solomon had yet to figure out why a cat would choose to live with odd, naked creatures who walked upright instead of living free and wild. It made no sense to him, and honestly, probably never would.
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