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Post by soot on Sept 24, 2023 20:05:45 GMT -5
Just remembered I have another barn cat- pft. If anyone is open to it, I've got Zee open! He'll be around the barn, or in the fields.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 24, 2023 20:47:56 GMT -5
I could throw Heather his way if you want, once Sprite goes off with Spark. Or you can leave him open, whichever you want, I don’t mind!
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 24, 2023 21:27:49 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
That sounded like a challenge to Creamsicle. She narrowed her eyes and squared her shoulders as she looked at Cotton, her cream colored tail shooting straight and tall into the air. ”I’ll get all the hawks one day and every cat will be safe from them,” she vowed firmly. Once she learned how to hunt the birds of prey down no other cat would ever have to worry about them swooping down and attacking. Creamsicle would be the hero of the moors! Now that had a nice ring to it.
She was just about to mention that name to Cotton when the kit noticed the older molly crouching down. Almost immediately Creamsicle copied Cotton’s posture, crouching down just close enough to the ground that her belly fur rustled against the snow. It was cold on her stomach, but if Cotton could do it then so could Creamsicle. The kit’s crouch was rather good, almost spot on, but as she started to slide across the snow, her paws dug in too deep as she pushed all her weight down - not that she had a lot of weight to give. The snow under paw crackled unlike the silence that Cotton displayed as she slid across the blanket of snow.
A shadow passed above Creamsicle, the kit momentarily bristling until she realized it was just Cotton, the older molly now closer. While her fur smoothed back down along her body, she hunkered down close to the ground again under Cotton’s stern gaze. Cotton had never looked this sharply at Creamsicle before. Had she done something wrong? It was probably the fact that she had been talking about hunting hawks, and as Cotton continued to talk about hunting hawks and how it was actually quite dangerous to do so, Creamsicle really understood where she had messed up. She had been too eager in deciding to hunt hawks.
Learning how to hunt was important, Creamsicle knew that, but she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of going after rabbits or mice or anything of that nature. Something about going after hawks sounded okay to her. Maybe she liked the idea of keeping something dangerous away whereas rabbits and mice weren’t dangerous to cats. Maybe she’d just settle with cleaning dens instead of trying to hunt. Cleaning dens was important too.
The kit shook these thoughts away from her mind as she continued to listen to Cotton speak. Once the old rogue was finished, Creamsicle shuffled her paws across the snow, looking at the ticked tabby as her head tilted to the side, absorbing in everything she was being told. ”You’ll still teach me how to hunt hawks, though, right?” She asked hopefully. Maybe she wouldn’t get to learn now, but surely Cotton would teach her soon, and before long she could be hunting down hawks in a way that Cotton approved of.
[ i do think Splash named her litter that way so they’d fit in with kittypets more even though her litter was only sorta-kinda kittypet kits. She was going to raise them to be able to fend for themselves, but also to not be opposed to staying with twolegs if they needed/wanted to.
I also think she did enjoy collecting feathers and even colorful fish scales on the occasion they were down by the stream. ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 24, 2023 21:28:28 GMT -5
Alice »
For as much room as the barn had it did seem like the perfect place for all the farm animals to shelter inside when the weather got rough, but in reality the barn wasn’t used for sheltering animals. Well, it sheltered the cats and sometimes the dogs, but the structure was more or less a safe haven for hay and other materials. This was normal for Alice, and it made sense, but it hadn’t always been that way. Back when her mother had first brought her to the barn Alice had been full of questions, one of the first ones being exactly what Binx had asked. It reminded the tortoiseshell that for as amusing the black molly’s questions were Alice had once been the exact same way.
”It is nice,” the tortoiseshell agreed. There was more than enough room for all the cats who lived here, and room yet for more should others find their way to the barn and eventually call it home. And for as big as it was, it was also secure. Not many accidents arose - though Alice suspected with Leo around it wouldn’t be long before something happened. She adored the tom like a mother does for her kits, but he was bold and arrogant. He was exactly the type to get into something that would have dire end results. His attitude made Alice worry for Lilith’s safety, but she also wasn’t going to stop whatever was going on between the two. That wasn’t any of her business, but their safety was her business. Perhaps soon she would speak with the two of them.
Putting those thoughts aside for another day, Alice returned her attention back to Binx. She nodded as the black feline responded to the question. Alice wasn’t surprise to hear the answer, having already assumed that Binx’s reply would have followed that particular script. ”The pines are rather barren of other cats.” She was speaking from experience. Alice didn’t remember much from living in the pines, but she couldn’t recall ever meeting any other cats outside of her family. From what she had learned ever since living here was that most cats made a home out in the moors or in the forest across the stream. It made sense. Prey ran well in those parts, whereas in the pine forest Alice could recall that she and her littermates would go hungry at times. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was terrible. Living at the barn Alice no longer had to worry about going to bed hungry. And neither did any of the cats she watched over.
Once again the barn cat found herself jumping thoughts. She turned away from the pile of prey and glanced toward a nearby pile of hay. A bale on the bottom jutted out, making for a decent ledge. ”Would you like to see the rest?” She asked. Even if Binx was only staying for a night or two, it would be beneficial to know the locations within the barn.
Wila »
Wila positioned herself in the shadows of a thicket, one of the only few that dotted the landscape in the pines. She placed herself down where she was mostly hidden, but her gaze was beyond the thicket just enough so that she could catch glimpses of Flame here and there, his ginger pelt as bright as the sun in the snow blanketed pine forest.
She waited there, eager for any signs that Flame had spotted something. Anything. Every fiber of her being was on edge, waiting, trembling, for the moment to pounce. All she wanted was to catch something, to prove to herself and to Flame that she was more than just some kittypet. It couldn't be that hard to catch some rodent, and surely she wasn't asking for too much to be able to catch one.
So deep in thought and so focused on her pleas to catch something and to impress Flame, Wila almost didn't notice the tom's sharp movements from ahead. Every hair on her pelt bristled as the blood pumped furiously through her body. This was her moment. This was her chance. All she had to do was catch...
Mouse!
The small creature darted forward, right towards Wila. The molly let out a yowl as she shot forward, paws outstretched, claws unsheathed. The mouse was right there, she could reach it, she could get it, she could...
The mouse darted to the side right as she landed. Wila hissed out in frustration, but she didn't let this stop her. The mouse was still in sight; bunching her muscles she launched forward, scrambling in an attempt to grab the mouse. After a moment, triumph finally flared through her as claws pierced into warm flesh. The Burmese arched her back and craned her neck, sinking her teeth into the mouse and clamping on tight until eventually there was no movement left.
Success frizzled the molly's pelt as she threw her head up. Pride was agleam in her features as the mouse hung limply from her jaws. She had done it! She had made her first catch! Maybe it hadn't been pretty, and maybe it hadn't been graceful, but she had done it. Wila had made a catch.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 24, 2023 22:55:18 GMT -5
Lmao random but I just saw a slack message from our ‘CEO’ (that’s her title but we’re a tiny company) talking about ‘there’s a whole 6 book series of fantasy cats’ with a picture of Into The Wild and like
😂 there’s way more than 6, also it’s funny to see someone finding out about Warriors since I’ve known them forever
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Post by soot on Sept 24, 2023 23:13:38 GMT -5
That, oh xD I know i've gotta be younger but I still know about the like, twenty too many warrior cat books ;w; pftt- ALSO! If you want to, Heather and Zee can say meowdy, Zee is a bit of a strange one, so be warned:3
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Post by Light on Sept 24, 2023 23:43:01 GMT -5
 WonderLocation: The Barn Roof With: Boz ( soot ) Something shifted beside Wonder and cold air replaced what once was warm against her flank. A nearby yawn sounded as well as the distant crow of a rooster. Her ears twitched and she shifted a little, stirring into wakefulness. These were normal sounds she would hear on any morning at the farm. The rays of sun were warm against her fur, despite the cooler air around her. She stretched her paws forward on the tilted roof and her jaws parted in a wide yawn. Her eyes blinked open when her jaws closed and she felt a shiver travel through her fur as she stood. Bright rays of light assaulted her gaze, and she had to squint and look away until her eyes adjusted. When they did, her eyes widened with realization. "Oh no. I fell asleep...!" she mewed softly with a start. She was disappointed in herself for allowing herself to sleep before she intended, but her disappointment was made less by the sight before her. It wasn't quite as early as she was hoping for, but it was beautiful nonetheless. The sun's first rays cast reddish hues across the sky, the snowy moors and the mountains beyond. It was a more brilliant beauty than the elegant moonlit scene from last night. She stepped out from the cloth windbarrier and padded partway down the roof, where she sat down, her tail curling around her paws. (In her sleepiness, she doesn't acknowledge the cat beside her until he speaks or makes himself otherwise known. XP) ---  CottonLocation: Moor (Near Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton's whiskers twitched in amusement as she glanced down at the white kit. "No, tiny one. The moor is very much still there, as it has always been and always will be. Do you know how the grass covers the ground in greenleaf? Well in leafbare, it is snow that covers the ground instead." With strong widened paws, she dug into the snow, pushing it to the side until yellow/green grass could be seen underneath. She stepped back to allow Creamsicle to see and explore. She allowed some time before springing a question she had been wondering for a while. "How many moons are you, Creamsicle?" At a glance, Cotton would assume she was between three and four moons, but if she was to raise this kit, she would like to be sure. (I hope you don't mind that it's short tonight. :3) |
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Post by soot on Sept 25, 2023 0:10:30 GMT -5
Boz
w/ Wonder (Light )
Location // The Barn's RoofBoz wasn't surprised when the molly woke up, but the blatant ignorance of his presence was a tad confusing. She said.. literal words, and proceeded to then ignore him. Not a morning cat, are you Wonder? Chuffing a quiet sound, the tom tilted his head when she got up and sat down, giving a small incredulous look. Really not a morning cat? He almost laughs at that, just shaking his head slightly, pawing at his muzzle lightly. A random habit he has, not that he does it often, but sometimes he just does it, for what reason? None, apparently. Pushing himself to his paws, and nudging the cloth out of the way and past it. He slowly walks forward, stepping lightly before sitting down right next to Wonder, grazing his tail with his own in an unspoken greeting. He'd always been curious, as to how to sun.. came and went. Glancing up, green eyes shifting with the movement fluidly. The moon is almost always there, but its shape differs every few days.. sometimes being nearly gone on some nights, but it's technically always visible. Shaking his head, and resisting bringing a paw up to his muzzle, he looks at Wonder, giving a polite expression, blinking slowly at her. A friend. His expression almost shifts violently fast, though he resists it, eyes only scrunching slightly in what could easily be thought of as distraction. It was more so the jarring though that.. he- made a friend? That sounds terrible, Boz knows. But he's not really made any friends by himself, anyone he's met is friends with Spackle, or Zee, and maybe Lada. She's less buddy buddy than the the other two. But.. Boz just possibly(hopefully-) made friends with a cat.. by himself. Huh.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
Pfttt- Boz is just like .. dang. Grumpy morning cat or what? And, uhm, my birthday is in the morning! WOO! Another year, haha :3 |
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Post by Light on Sept 25, 2023 0:24:09 GMT -5
(Congrats! Happy early birthday! ^^ I hope you have a great day tomorrow.)
( I will get a response up tomorrow or the next.)
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Post by soot on Sept 25, 2023 0:42:43 GMT -5
Thank you! Have a good night:) Or day.. :3
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Post by Myst on Sept 25, 2023 11:32:19 GMT -5
soot happy birthday!!! runningsky123 there's something so pure and good about your CEO only just discovering the series and I love it
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 25, 2023 11:34:27 GMT -5
happy birthday, soot!!! Creamsicle »
Greenleaf. Creamsicle had heard her mother talk about that season before, but she had never experienced it. All she had known was chilly winds that grew colder with each passing day. She knew of leaves falling and snow speckling the ground, but she did not know much about green grass and hot sunlight. To Creamsicle greenleaf was just a story and nothing more, but here Cotton was, speaking of the season as well. Perhaps it was more than just a tale to be told.
She stepped over to where Cotton had pushed aside a large swathe of snow, revealing the brittle, dead grass underneath. "I've seen grass like that," the kit told the older molly with a nod. That was the grass she had always known, but nothing of the lush, green sort. She had found that a few places had grass with more color than the others, but for the most part, the only color of grass she had ever seen was yellow or brown. And while it was nothing new to her, it did reassure her that the snow hadn't eaten the moor.
As she continued to look at the grass, Creamsicle's ears angled toward Cotton when the ticked tabby asked a question. The pale furred kit pulled her gaze away from the grass and looked over at Cotton, shrugging her shoulders in thought. "I think, uh..." She paused, trying to remember. It was hard to figure it out when she couldn't remember the first moon or two of her life. Her mother had told her she had been too small to form memories when she and her littermates had first been born. "I think five moons," she answered after a moment, nodding her head as if that would give the answer a more definite, confident ring to it. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 25, 2023 13:27:18 GMT -5
soot happy birthday!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉
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Post by whispering on Sept 25, 2023 17:21:11 GMT -5
I'd like to see it without all the snow. Ember thought as he took in the view of the blank whiteness that seemingly stretched on forever. The mountains jutting out like outstretched claws towards the sky. Ember had never been to this strange new land. He wanted to know what these cats liked about it. Maybe he would learn during his time at the farm.
The cream tom was snapped away from the view at the she-cat's meow. His tufted ears flattened in mild irritation. "I'm not a kit." He grumbled, looking down at his numb paws. He was nearly twelve moons! Sure, he hadn't developed all his growth yet, but he was far from a kit! He'd spend three moons on his own, fending for himself through leaf-fall into leafbare. There was no way a kit would be capable of the hardships Ember had faced by himself, abandoned twice and all alone. This she-cat didn't know anything about him.
"My paws are icicles," He exclaimed dramatically, deciding to change the subject. "How much further is this farm?" If she thought he was a kit he might as well act like one.
There it was again. That comforting energy the ginger tom gave off. Smoke was still amazed at how easily Percy could ease his nerves. He needed more cats like that in his fast-paced life. The gray healer was often met with the anxiety and hostility of his patients, and those ill energies often transferred onto Smoke. Perhaps that was why he was always so anxious himself. Yet he persevered, it was his duty to. But he didn't have to experience such negative energy around Percy. It was all positive vibes with his new companion. I could get used to this.
He nodded his head in understanding before cautiously following behind Percy. Trying his hardest to keep his mind off the coldness, or the long journey that lay ahead of him. Now it was time to put all his senses towards their hunt. Praying that they would come across some clueless prey.
The snow reached up to his legs and made his feet feel cold and numb, as if there were rocks attached to him instead of paws. The breeze ruffled his whiskers and made his nose burn. No cat should be out in this! He felt a sudden pang of sympathy for cats who had no home to return to at the end of the night, sheltering wherever they could. Even if it wasn't a very reliable temporary home. Smoke was grateful he had a home to go to with plenty of dens for himself and whoever else needed it. My den. He needed to go and check it out sooner or later... but this was more important. He and Percy had a mission.
No cat should be out in this. The thought repeated itself in his mind. True. Besides where would they even go? Head off into the rocky terrain in search of said puma? Smoke didn't know the moorlands like he knew the forest. It was a completely foreign territory to the tom. And what about Percy? Smoke wasn't too sure if the ginger and white cat knew the moors or not. Ask.
But before he could, a familiar chatter sounded. His ears swiveled towards the sound, and he turned his head to see the gray body of a squirrel digging frantically beneath the roots of a sycamore. He flicked his tail to signal Percy before dropping into a hunter's crouch. Green eyes trained on his prey. They needed this meal. And it was Smoke's chance at redemption. Since Percy interrupted my first hunt. He thought in amusement as he crept forward. The snow tickled his belly fur, and he fought the urge to give his pelt a good shake. Focus. Smoke froze, the squirrel now a fox-length ahead of him. He silently thanked his ancestors that the wind was blowing in his favor. Focus. The tom wiggled his haunches before launching himself at the rodent, forepaws landing squarely onto its back, killing it instantly as his claws sank into the squirrel's flesh.
Giving a triumphant hum, Smoke leaned down to retrieve his catch and return to Percy. His face beaming at his successful catch. A scrawny squirrel but it would do their bellies good. The tabby may have been a healer but hunting was a secret skill of his. Something he found great pride in. |
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Post by whispering on Sept 25, 2023 17:22:30 GMT -5
Lotus
Marshes // with vixen Myst
Lotus's jaws parted to shoot out a nasty retort, her tail lashing in defiance. She was certain this cat was mocking her. No one mocked Lotus and got away with it unscathed; whether it was with her claws or tongue.
But she was interrupted by the all too familiar stink of her enemy. The look on her companion-acquaintance's face confirmed her suspicions. Instinctively the fur along her neck began to bristle, shooting the dark feline a glance of pure fire before spinning around to face the predator.
Fox
The tortoiseshell did not need to respond to their warning meow. She could see for herself. Staring into the wild, hungry eyes of the russet-colored predator, its teeth bared in a menacing snarl. The molly's ears flattened and her lips curled into a snarl of her own. Standing defensively over her hare. She'd fought hard for this frozen morsel, there was no way she was going to give it up now. Besides, it was only one measly fox. I can take him!
The molly bristled all over as she faced the crazed beast, hissing furiously. The smart thing to do would be to run and let the animal have the hair. But it was Lotus's hare now. And she wasn't exactly alone. They could easily chase this scrawny fox away. Or would the feline leave her to fend for herself? A coward if they would. Without waiting another moment, battle strategy planned out, Lotus charged towards the fox, lashing at its muzzle with outstretched claws. She ducked away as the beast snapped its jaws at her, quickly lashing out again, repeating the tactic of slashing and dodging. A fine plan for now, but it only angered the fox even more.
Quinn
Twolegplace // with Spackle soot
The frustrated barking of a human sounded in the quiet stillness of the snow-covered neighborhood. Quinn darted away from the angry man, a human object clamped firmly in her jaws. Blue eyes glistened with amusement as she scrambled up the fence post, falling onto the other side before he could reach her. She gave a little chuckle, shaking her head as she began the trek back to her house. Humans were so easy to upset. She had no use for the strange object she'd stolen. Her only goal simply being to upset him. She'd ditch the object when she was further away from him.
The molly's spirits had been high since her encounter with Spackle days before. She hadn't fallen into her usual funk of sadness and hatred. Not yet anyway. Maybe Spackle was good for her. He definitely was a change in her usual scenery. There was nothing against her housecat friends but perhaps she needed a different perspective. Sure Frazzle was... somewhat of a wildcat but not to the same extent as herself. He sometimes received food from the humans or ate food her mother would call "crow-food". I'm not any better. Not a depressing thought but it was true. She'd run to her housefolk as soon as life got too hard. But I'd be dead without them.
The tabby bunched her muscles to leap back onto the post, feeling now she had gained enough distance between herself and her foe. But the long-furred body of a cat caught her eye. A cat who looked familiar. Quizzically, Quinn dropped her reward, scenting the air. It was a familiar cat. Spackle.
"Hey, Spackle." She called out, snatching up the object and trotting through the thinning snow towards the tom. Her head and tail held high. Just what she needed. A successful hunt, and now she'd run into her friend. "What are you doing back here so soon?" Quinn's meow was muffled due to her mouth being full, but surely he'd understood her right?
(this took so much longer than i anticipated x.x also happy birthday soot! also also i have head-cannoned smoke being a descendant of darkfern(i think that's her name apologies please correct me x.x but my theory is nightstream taught darkfern about the herbs she was using for the sickness and a little about herbs while she was dying(maybe they were sisters?) and darkfern had a litter of kits and passed on her knowledge give criticism where needed my brain is fuzzy) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 25, 2023 18:10:01 GMT -5
(this took so much longer than i anticipated x.x also happy birthday soot! also also i have head-cannoned smoke being a descendant of darkfern(i think that's her name apologies please correct me x.x but my theory is nightstream taught darkfern about the herbs she was using for the sickness and a little about herbs while she was dying(maybe they were sisters?) and darkfern had a litter of kits and passed on her knowledge give criticism where needed my brain is fuzzy) ayyyy you caught on to the fact that darkfern and nightstream are littermates! they're a pair of some of my actual ocs that i slid into those allegiances |Di'm totally here for smoke being a descendant of dark! darkfern and nightstream are pretty close as littermates (for the most part), and as nightstream was losing health, darkfern did all she could to help and nightstream passed on some of her knowledge. |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 25, 2023 18:19:29 GMT -5
whispering I did mention in my story Darkfern got sick, but I can either edit that, or maybe have it that she started showing some symptoms but peaced out right after Ambergaze did, and just had a URI or something, not the sickness that swept through. Feathertalon what was the sickness like, btw? Like, in terms of either actual sicknesses that affect cats that you see it as, or like, what the human equivalent would be? If that makes sense?
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Post by whispering on Sept 25, 2023 18:26:56 GMT -5
i’ve been picturing the sickness as like parvo based on how deadly it is and fantasy cats have herbs that can fight against it(though not as severely as the vaccine) runningsky123 i did see that during my read i don’t mind her getting sick. i’m thinking maybe she too was pregnant when she got sick and left to go to get help? lmao i just saw two tortoiseshells and immediately thought siblings xD |
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 25, 2023 18:33:22 GMT -5
whispering kk, just wanted to check! I don’t mind retconning some of the cats mentioned and their fates to connect present cats to the Clans.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 25, 2023 19:06:07 GMT -5
I was thinking the disease could have been feline panleukopenia, which is sorta like the feline equivalent to canine parvo / canine distemper. It would have been one of those things that medicine cats could combat for a time, but without an actual vaccine it only got worse over time
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 25, 2023 19:30:18 GMT -5
Percy »
It was cold. Cold enough that any sane cat would still be curled up inside their den, warm and comfortable, if not hungry. Even hungry cats would stay in their dens when the weather was like this, stepping outside only if their hunger had gotten bad enough that they had to leave their nests. If not for Smoke Percy himself probably would have stayed curled up inside his den, hungry and alone, but here he was, trekking through the thick snow in hopes of helping a cat he had only just known since yesterday.
Percy looked over at the gray tabby who was clearly lost in his own thoughts.
It was foolish, it was reckless, but Percy couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing. He smiled to himself. Smoke seemed like a genuine sort of cat, and if he needed help finding some remnants of a long lost feline civilization and searching for a puma, then by the stars Percy was going to help. Other cats more than likely would have pushed Smoke away or told him his head was full of air, but Percy wasn't like that. He was going to help his newfound friend regardless of anything, and especially regardless of weather.
Lost in his own thoughts, Percy almost didn't notice Smoke gearing himself up for a catch. The ginger and white tom stopped moments before his paw could land on a twig that must have fallen off a nearby tree after the snowfall. He gingerly placed his paw somewhere else, holding himself in place as he slowly slunk his body lower, hoping that he hadn't ruined Smoke's catch once more. Neither one of the toms blended in that well in the snow, especially Percy. His ginger and white pelt was quite literally a flame against the pristine whiteness of the snow where Smoke, who still stood out, was at least more like a shadow and could be passed off as such. He just hoped the squirrel hadn't noticed him and had thought of Smoke as some tree's shadow.
The breath he had been holding escaped from his closed jaws the moment Smoke landed atop the squirrel and ended its life. Percy relaxed his muscles, surging forward and bounding across the snow to meet up with Smoke. "Great catch!" He praised, green eyes looking at the now limp animal; it was scrawny - what wasn't scrawny in leaf-bare? - and rugged, but the warm smell of prey reminded Percy that food was food, especially in these conditions.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 25, 2023 21:43:38 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Frazzle ( Light) “It’s… it’s alright. Just don’t want to see anyone get hurt.”, Wisteria said, her fur finally starting to lay completely flat again. Frazzle seemed so much more… carefree than the two of them were. Wisteria envied him a bit. She wished she could look at the world with such optimism, but she was a bit put off from what they’d been through, and Gardenia being such a pessimistic cat didn’t help her. She watched him warily as he leapt onto the rock, scared he’d slip again, but this time he maintained his footing. Wisteria leaned over the edge slightly, but made sure to stay on solid ground. Wisteria tilted her head slightly when he stopped mid-sentence. “Are you alright?”, she asked, not able to hear or smell the mice like Frazzle was. Heather and Spark Location: Barn With: Sprite ( soot) Heather noticed Sprite looking at her as if to ask permission. She wanted to tell the young she-cat it was her decision, but she had a feeling it was nerves making her look to the older cat. Heather didn’t mind. If she was honest, Sprite did make her feel a bit motherly, wanting to take care of the small cat. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Spark.”, she said. It did. It would get Sprite out of the barn, be able to see new sights, but she would have a way to get around that wouldn’t tire her out if need be. Heather herself had ridden around on Spark’s back a few times, and while she preferred Bo’s wider, more comfortable back, Sprite would fit perfectly atop Spark. Spark wagged his tail, looking pleased with himself that he’d found a good solution. He stood up, shaking himself off slightly, a few pieces of loose hay falling off his coat. “Well, what are we waiting for?”, he asked, smiling at Sprite before he turned and headed towards the barn door, making sure not to walk too fast and leave her behind. Flame Location: Pine Forest With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame had stopped where he’d landed from his leap, not wanting to get in Wilma’s way accidentally. He held his breath as she launched herself at it, the mouse swerved, Wila went to leap again… He was so worried that she would miss it, that his effort to cheer her up wouldn’t work. But he didn’t have to worry. Wila pounced, and caught the mouse, finishing it off before she picked it up. When she did, Flame bounded over, his tail held high, fur flagging out behind it. “You did it!”, he cried happily, purring loudly. Sure, he was happy for a fresh mouse, but really he was mostly glad that Wila had caught something, that she wouldn’t go home and feel bad that she couldn’t catch something. He’d worried if she did, maybe she wouldn’t want to come to the forest again with him, and while they’d only known each other a day, he wasn’t sure he could handle that. Alyssum and Aster Location: Moor With: Ember ( whispering) Aster and Alyssum shared a look at Ember’s insistence he wasn’t a kit. While he wasn’t extremely young, he was still a kitten in their eyes, especially when it came to making his way to and across the moor. “Not far.”, Alyssum said as they kept walking, and she was right. One more small hill, and the farm stretched out before them, fields leading to pastures, and finally the barn and house. “Here we are.”, Alyssum said. “We don’t go farther than this, and I’d suggest you not either until a farm cat appears. There’s dogs on the farm.”, she said. She’d never gotten close to them (so had no idea they were nice and spoke Cat), but she knew that they were large, and she just didn’t want to mess with dogs, and didn’t want to see Ember get hurt because of them. |
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Post by soot on Sept 25, 2023 22:59:18 GMT -5
Spackle
w/ Quinn (whispering )
Location // The Treeline(There is some mention of usual Spackle related thoughts,
be warned! Just in case it's a little much? I dunno- :3)Spackle was taken out of his stupor by the voice of a familiar molly, blue, distracted eyes looking down towards the other feline. Is- Quinn? Hmpmh, convenient much. Shaking his head slightly, trying to banish the unwanted thoughts, he adjusts his paws, tensing for a moment before leaping down gracefully, if a bit tiredly from the tree he'd taken residence in. He couldn't resist the happy flick of his tail at the molly, trying to shake his sour expression and give a smile. "Quinn!" He greeted, blinking, ignoring the urge to slouch down, and kept his ears perked and cheery, well, tried too anyway. "I can't keep my paws in one place too long, makes 'em feel funny." He says with a grin and the shake of one his paws for show, head tilting as he settled to a stop infront of Quinn. He freezes. It's always odd, when this happens, and no matter how many times it happens, he'll never get used to it. The sudden onslaught, of what? Of.. questions? The sudden urge to just, sit down and let the world go around without how because what's the meaning of it all anyway? To live, and die with nothing after? Why do they believe in anything, if it all ends?-He sits down neatly, head tilted, his face barely smiling, and his ears pressed to his head, with a tail, settled on the ground behind him. He shakes his head, and sniffles. "Ah, sorry, I'm a bit tired from the run- walk here, eh, what.. have you been up to?" He asks suddenly, trying to force his thoughts, and control them, like they like to control him. By the Stars- or whatever!- just, give him some peace a minute, yeah? If whoever or whatever you are can let him be for that long. He tries to keep his expression from souring, and scowling like he wants to. Taking in a quiet breath, he notices the.. scent of the molly. She seems excited? Like Lada, or Boz when they've done something fun, or exciting. He quirks one of his downturned ears, "Something good, I'd guess?" He says, trying less now to keep up the façade. It's not as if Quinn knows much of him, expects much of him. Why not be.. more himself? If there's nothing to except, or assume, then it should be no surprise to her that he's capable of having bad, or good days. That he feels, that he's more than a sarcastic grin, or easy to quip tom cat that she occasionally sees. He's just Spackle, really, not much. Won't ever be much.
Sprite
w/ Heather, Spark (Light )
Location // The BarnSprite smiled brightly at Heather, quickly getting to her paws to go after Spark, her tail curling excitedly. She'd not really.. done too much with anyone else except Heather, so Sprite certainly hopes she doesn't- uh, mess it up? If that makes any sense. Trotting at the dog's left, she slips easily out through the door after him, keeping as good a pace as she can with her much, much shorter legs. She's a pretty tiny cat.. and compared to Spark, well, yeah, she's bite sized- okay, not going down that train of thought. Chattering quietly, ears perked as she looked around. It was pretty out, shiny, and snow covered, as much as the season apparently hates her, she loves how it looks all snow covered, and the wind howling. Ironic much? Definitely. With a tad bit of hesitance, she looks up to the dog, running a few steps to walk further forward, not in front, but just beside his front paws. She has a random question come to mind as she looks at Spark. She feels the innate urge to ask said question more than she does to ask an actual important question like, 'Where are we going?' Or 'How are you?'Swishing her tail behind her, ears perked as she looks up with wide eyes, "What's it like being so tall? I only really know what it's like being short, if, well, yeah." She says, looking down to herself before back up. "I'm kinda small." She says with a slightly embarrassed shrug, is he having to walk to slow for her? She's pretty sure she takes about four steps for every one of his. Eh, maybe it's nice to.. slow down? She unconsciously speeds her pace up a bit.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
(Thank's guys:) I had a great day! I've offically survived another year, lol. |
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Post by Light on Sept 26, 2023 1:36:40 GMT -5
WonderLocation: The Barn Roof With: Boz ( soot ) Wonder jumped a little when something grazed her tail. Just then all the signs came back to her; the nearby yawn, the huffs and shuffles she had heard this whole time~ someone else was here and had been the whole time. According to her memory of last night, there was only one cat it could be. Her ears tilted back, warm with embarrassment. "Boz," she murmured, turning to look at him as he came to sit beside her. He blinked at her, and she blinked apologetically in return. "Sorry," she mewed, shuffling her paws. "It seems I am-" she paused to let her jaws spread in another yawn. "-a little distracted this morning."--- CottonLocation: Moor (Near Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton watched the kit's thoughtful expression, and realized the fault in her words. Of course... if the age she had estimated was true, she would have missed the greenest part of greenleaf. Despite this, Creamsicle seemed to piece it together fairly quickly. She must have at least been told about greenleaf if she had not seen it for yourself. When the kit nodded affirmation that the grass was still there, Cotton nodded in return with a straight face, as if to affirm the kit's deduction. Five moons? It was older than she had expected. Perhaps she could start teaching her more sooner than she had initially thought. "Hm. I see," Cotton responded shortly, her yellow gaze assessing the kit as she seemed to do quite often. Kit's born too close to leafbare were more difficult to raise healthily than ones born earlier. At this thought, she felt a small ounce of respect to the mother of the litter~ as horrid the mother might be. One of her own litters had been born during colder months, so she could relate to the struggle to keep those precious bundles healthy in spite of the scarcity that leaf-bare brought. Creamsicle might take a while to fill in healthily again, but she had a decent frame~ meaning that she had been fed well before she had lost her family. Could it be that Creamsicle's mother wasn't such a terrible mother after all?There was very little breeze in the cool leafbare air, nor was there much sound across the moor that morning. All was mostly still. Cotton took in a deep breath of the crisp air and released it as a cloud of mist that rose and dispersed into the air. She glanced back to oversee the depression that her home resided in. This place where all her good memories stemmed, it was her home and always would be until the day she died. She had decided that long ago. She glanced back down at Creamsicle, her well-trained eyes quickly locating the young white cat. It was like trying to find a little white rabbit in the snow. "You blend right into the snow with that white pelt of yours. That is good. Hunting at this time of year will come as easier to you."(Do you think Splash would've been a cat mildly obsessed with all things colourful? :3 Just curious for background sake.) ---  FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) Whisp and Garden were awfully sweet to express their concern for him. Some cats would laugh it off, and others would scoff at his incompetence. Perhaps these cats were more like his housecat friends~ perhaps excluding Quinn. He never knew how Quinn would react to anything, which always made her so much fun to mess with. It was a terrible habit that got him in trouble more than once, but much like a troublesome younger brother, he couldn't help but do it again. But these thoughts were irrelevant to this moment. This moment he had only one thing on his mind. The mice. Frazzle looked up at Whisp with eyes gleaming. He nodded to her question and proceeded to try to explain in silence. MICE, he mouthed, nodding to the gap in the rocks beneath her paws, hidden from view. He licked his lips as if to further hint his meaning, followed by a wide grin. This place always had been a popular spot for mice. They must have found this spot unoccupied and claimed it as their own. After all, it had been a while since he had last visited this spot. He raised his tail high and curled it in a beckoning motion. There were a couple ways down to where he was. One was to jump down the rocks as he had down, or take the shallower slope just a couple tail lengths over. The shallower slope carved an easy path to the rocky earth beneath Frazzle's paws, as well as the short level below. Frazzle had already begun to crawl into the gap. It was just barely big enough for a cat to fit. His shoulders brushed against the walls and his belly rubbed against the snowy rock beneath him. The fear scent grew stronger. When he could go no farther, he stretched his paw forward with claws unsheathed, slapping it down as he felt around for the mice he could smell so strong now. His paw fell upon a nest of sorts, and as it smashed under paw, a series of terror-filled squeaks filled his ears. Little bodies skittered all about, some hiding in the back and others braving the dash to the light behind him, brushing by him or over him and out into the open. Inside the tight space, his paw slammed down on one! He pulled it close, killing it with a sharp nip as he had once been taught. He reached out again and managed to snag another by a wall. He also brought it close and finished it off as well, this time with a sharp bite until it stilled, since he couldn't tell where to properly bite the struggling creature in the dark. The squeaks and squeals went quiet. He tried to reach for more, but all the others were either out of reach or had escaped somewhere behind him. Finished, he began the difficult process of backing out of the tight space with his two prizes.
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Post by runningsky123 on Sept 26, 2023 11:13:48 GMT -5
Feathertalon sorry for the ping here, but did you get my PM? Just want to know so I can either add your cats in or wait for you to put them on the joining page!
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Post by soot on Sept 26, 2023 11:54:06 GMT -5
Boz
w/ Wonder (Light )
Location // The Barn's RoofBoz shrugged, having a plain, if slightly tired expression. "Must be interesting?" He says simply, getting up to stretch again, shaking his muzzle, by the stars- yawning is infectious. Sitting back down again, tail curling neatly over his paws, he squints, looking for a familiar figure he hopes to see among the tree's or burrows shadows. It's always something he does, looking for her, he knows he's unlikely to see her, but it's always nice when the molly comes by- she did- well, keep him alive after all. Spackle says he's a lot like her. He doesn't really know about that, considering the last time he saw her was much too long ago. Maybe she left, to go somewhere else?Huffing, and trying to resist a yawn, Boz looks over to Wonder, giving a inquisitive look. "What are you going to be doing today? Anything interesting?" He asks, tail flicking with the tilt of his head. Maybe he could join her? If she doesn't mind, obviously. Boz just.. wants to do something with his new found friend, maybe explore around the farm where she might not have been before, or maybe introduce her to Zee? Maybe even Spackle if he's still anywhere to be found this morning. Fluffing up, he looks down to his disorderly fur with mild exasperation, and lifts his paw to try and get the fur to lay flat. It's sticking in four too many directions than it should be.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
(If you'd like, I can have Zee come and say hello? Zee's an.. interesting guy, so be warned, lol) |
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Post by Light on Sept 26, 2023 16:54:07 GMT -5
WonderLocation: The Barn Roof With: Boz ( soot ) "No, not really..." Wonder admitted, her ears lowering a bit more. She looked down at her paws. "Sometimes I'll stay up at night until the sun begins to peak just above the horizon." She glanced back up at the dawning sky. The sun had already risen significantly since she had first come to sit here. "But last night I fell asleep before it could happen. It... kind of took me off guard. I hadn't expected to fall asleep." Why was she sharing all of this? Surely he wasn't interested in her sleeping habits. She risked an anxious glance at Boz to see what expression he was wearing. He appeared to be studying the landscape as if searching for something in particular. Perhaps he hadn't noticed her rambling. She followed his gaze, wondering what he was looking for. Then with a huff, Boz asked a question. Wonder was quick to meet his inquisitive gaze, her ears perked to hear his question. She was more than ready to move on from her last ramblings.
"Hmm... I'm not sure. It depends on what needs to be done," Wonder replied, glancing up and away from Boz as she thought about it. In her rounds of watching the barncats go about their daily lives, she would often keep an eye out for ways she could help out. Things she could do without drawing much attention. Adding some prey to the pile, finding soft things to put in the nests of cats who would complain about the hay and straw, cleaning up and replacing old nests that some cats struggle with, these were all the sorts of things she would do. The young awkward molly would go about these things when she thought no one was watching. And last night, she had endeavoured to learn to travel out beyond the barn... but she wasn't sure when she'd go about starting that. Her whiskers twitched with a bit of amusement at how he eyed his fur, and his attempts at putting it back into place. Her own fur hadn't gotten too ruffled during her sleep. She gave a couple licks here and there to smooth the roughest patches out. "What about you?" she asked, peering at him with a slightly tilted head, as she had seen him do a few times. (I'm up for anything. Bring it on! No guarantee to how Wonder will react to interesting guys. ;3 But I'm excited to see.)
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Post by soot on Sept 26, 2023 17:55:11 GMT -5
Boz
w/ Wonder (Light )
Location // The Barn's RoofBoz resists the quirk of an ear at her.. interesting sleep cycle, and simply listens to her words with mild interest. He knows some cats, one in particular, who has no particular sleep patterns as well. Distracted by his fur sticking up in places it shouldn't, when he finally get's it smoothed down, he thinks about her question for a moment. Boz was thinking of maybe going along the fenceline, and checking the chicken coop out, apparently some foxes had tried to knab the chickens.. or maybe he'd just help Zee around the barn, the older cat, as.. himself as he is, is a rather helpful cat. Boz has gotten quite good at helping, mostly from Zee throwing work on him. Helping clean or change nests, hunting, or Zee trying to get Boz to remember every inch of the Farmland and Barn like the back of his paw. Boz's ears flicker, swiveling and bobbing in thought before he decides on something. "I was thinking of going along the Fenceline." He says, fluffing up his fur before settling it again. A good place to start, for getting around more, is the fencline, and the farmland itself. If Wonder wants to.. well, start going about more, Boz thinks that would be a good place, so he subtly invites her, and if not then he'll just go by himself, win win either way. With his tilted head, he brings a paw up to nudge at his muzzle, "If you'd like you can come with, I will need to make sure to tell Zee where we're going though." He adds, setting his paw back down after nudging his ear and leaning forward a tad, to look over the edge of the roof. He knows Zee likes to usually sleep, either in the hidden, warm corners of the loft in the barn, or under some hay piles outside. He has no clue how the normal, unshredded straw is comfortable. He's tried sleeping on it once, it pokes.. everywhere, not a very good spot to sleep, in his opinion, but it is warm, so if you can ignore being stabbed, he guesses it'd be fine? Curling his tail over his back, and the tip dangling over his head. "There's this patch of flowers that blooms during this season, they're red and yellow. Awfully pretty, and I want to see if they've come out yet." He adds in a slightly excited tone, they are genuinely pretty, he doesn't know what their called, but they're very pretty, with striking colors that he thinks matches the season well, in an odd way.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
(Yes! We can have Zee pop up for like, five seconds, which is what Boz would argue to be more than enough Zee for the day, lol.) |
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 26, 2023 20:49:41 GMT -5
Today was a lot busier than I thought it would be so replies probably won’t be up until tomorrow
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Post by Light on Sept 26, 2023 23:54:13 GMT -5
Wonder
Location: The Barn Roof
With: Boz
(soot )
The fenceline..? Well, she had said she wanted to learn to be more brave. Wonder was usually too fearful to go too close to the fenceline unless someone else was with her. This would be the perfect chance to work on that, just as long as Boz didn't mind. It was as if he read her mind because soon after that thought, he invited her to come along. Some of her morning tiredness was immediately replaced with a gleam. She stood, her tail perking as she mewed an abrupt, "Yes!" Oh. She hadn't meant to say that so quickly. After a heartbeat's pause, she turned away and licked her chest in embarrassment. "I mean yes. I would like that." Wonder tried to recall the times she had seen Zee. There were a few times she would nearly stumble upon his sleeping form when she traversed her usual hiding spots. Whenever she found him there, she would make a speedy retreat, careful to tread as quietly as possible so she wouldn't interrupt his sleep. When he mentioned the flowers, she looked back at him, feeling her own excitement grow in response to his. "They grow in the snow?" she questioned in a awe filled voice, her eyes wide. She was amazed at the idea that a plant could survive the cold weather. Most of the plants around at this time of year seemed dead, most green turning yellow or brown in the leaf-fall season. Others turned after the first snow. Yet Boz said that a plant out there was still in full bloom. Now this she had to see! (Sounds good. ^^) |
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