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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 11, 2023 1:09:35 GMT -5
Flicker
with Star on the moor. Feathertalon
It had been a slow day for Flicker, having spent much of it stalking through the heather undergrowth, long grass and snow. Hunting the last couple of days, to little surprise, had been poorly for the brown tom. A couple of scrawny mice had kept his hunger at bay, but small mouthfuls meant more hunting trips. Especially for the thin leaf-bare stricken pieces he’d been stumbling upon. With how often he had visited this particular patch of moor, he wouldn’t be surprised if his scent lingered in the area. I may have to move, don’t want other cats thinking I’ve settled. He thought to himself. While he did try to keep a nest in Leafbare, somewhere reliable to sleep in the cold. Flicker was more prone to wander the moor, slightly into the marshes and borderline of the forest. Not feeling particularly inclined to the crowded feel of the trees, or the blocked view of the sky. But with his sparse catches of mice, he kept coming back. Now a rabbit, Leafbare thin or not would be the ultimate prize. Flicker couldn’t help but grieve softly to himself. Newleaf, even if it was the next season, seemed so far off.
As he stalked through the moor undergrowth, occasionally opening his mouth to take in deeper traces of scent. Flicker thought back to his old hunting grounds, they were a little more towards the marshes, and it had been a few moons since he last visited the area. Maybe a couple of burrows had been dug during Leaf-fall? If hunting here failed, perhaps a rabbit could be found there? Flicker opened his jaws once more, if he couldn’t scent anything here he would move on. But to his surprise he caught a trace of mouse. It wasn’t exactly the rabbit he had been craving, but it would work for now until he moved on. Turning his attention to the task at paw, Flicker began his hunt.
Creeping through the heather, Flicker strained his ears. Trying to be aware of any change in sound, whether it came from himself and improper movements or the prey he stalked after. With the scent trail growing stronger, Flicker also noticed he had been here recently. Probably earlier in the day. It made him wonder if the mouse had come out once it got a little warmer. Bringing his thoughts back to how frequently he had hunted here. Some cats like to protect what they thought of as theirs, but to Flicker's knowledge this was unclaimed land. He wasn't trying to lay a claim, didn't see the point in fighting over something when he preferred moving around freely. Especially when he didn't have kit's to raise, maybe that would make a difference. Even with these ideas he wasn't keen on giving off the wrong impression. Taking one last moment to open his jaws to pinpoint the location of the mouse, a new scent wafted past. It was light at first, but definitely one he cared for. Cat.
Sighing inwardly, Flicker contemplated the situation now presented. Based on how the scent was growing stronger, the other cat was definitely getting closer. Perhaps hunting the small creature as well. He wouldn’t be surprised if his scent was also picked up, but knew not to count on the attention of others. If it was some housecat too far from home, trying their paw at real food. They could be completely oblivious to his presence. What he could count on was his prey picking up the potential danger from not only one cat but two. Even if he caught the mouse and it was another loner or rogue, a wasted chance at fresh-kill would be more annoying to him than arguing over who’s it was. So shifting his focus back to hunting, Flicker moved more quickly towards the mouse. Keeping an eye out for the small creature. It took a few more steps of him stalking before his eyes landed on the small creature. Counting on speed more than jumping distance, Flicker waited for the creature to busy itself with picking at a small seed before he raced forward. Low enough to the ground for speed, but far enough off of it to avoid brushing against patchy snow covered grass. It was a second too late when the small creature noticed his quick approach, as it turned to run Flicker slammed his forepaws onto the mouse’s body before delivering a killing bite to the back of its head. Not the most graceful encounter but it worked. Sitting up, Flicker surveyed the area. Wondering if he would catch eyes with the unknown cat.
(Ope, I had a busy one today. Sorry this replies so late. I'm hoping to get on sooner tomorrow Light I have Stone, and Crimson with two starter posts. They're a little rusty but hopefully I can get back into the groove again soon.  I also have Arch I haven't made a post for yet. She's closer to Frazzle's age )
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 4:18:10 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering Milo hadn’t even realized that he himself had grown a little tense, but the laughter that left her certainly helped him relax again. Ultimately he felt a bit bad for even bringing it up now – he hadn’t known it had been such a horrid experience. It was years ago, and she seemed as though she was over it by now, but he couldn’t help it. He’d paused beside her, frown easing back into a light grin as she collected herself. It was much easier to process knowing that it didn’t seem to stress her out too much anymore.
“That’s fair, but I think it’s important to know what could happen,” he murmured. “You’re right, though. Anywhere could be dangerous – guess I just forget that sometimes.” It just wasn’t something the tabby had to think about very often. After all, he couldn’t fathom going alone, and to his recollection he had yet to meet any hostile cat. Life had always been very easy for him. A safe place to sleep, food provided readily – he wanted for nothing. It was unlikely he’d ever know what it was like to have to provide for himself and essentially fight for the right to simply live. In light of such a concept, he was spoiled.
At mention of Quinn, recognition dawned on Milo’s face. It’d escaped him that some cats from their neighborhood did, in fact, venture into the forest time and time again. “There definitely has to be. Still, it’s definitely not something I would’ve thought about.” No, it would never have crossed his mind to think that any stray cats would try to attack him. “Even knowing that could happen I think I still want to go at least once in my life. Just to say I did, you know?” He was sure there wasn't much short of severe injury that would change his desire to make a small venture in the woods.
 Kuta -- The Moors | with Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 How interesting to be asked if he was a leopard – that was new. They were mighty things that would surely put him to shame with their presence alone. Very interesting indeed. Still, he moved on from the thoughts easily when she provided her name. It seemed fitting if you asked him – he’d venture it was because of her eyes. He smiled at her all the same, a light purr humming in his chest. “Pleasure to meet you~” As she continued on to say she was in the area for food, he flicked an ear in understanding. Truthfully, he hunted mostly for fun. That wasn’t say he never ate what he caught, but he more so enjoyed the thrill than the meal. “Real shame – hunting in the cold has never been my favorite. You want help?”
Despite phrasing it as an offer, he simply assumed that she’d take him up on it. Two was better than one, especially when prey was sparse. Plus, whatever they caught would be hers and hers alone – he was quite sure there’d be chicken waiting for him at home. It was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned. A shiver passed through him with the breeze, bringing his mind to a halt. Hunting would do them both some good – anything to stave off the cold. Standing, he flicked his tail in invitation to follow, meowing, “C’mon – I passed a rabbit den or two. I can probably reach in to scare them out.” With that, he took a brief moment to stretch before turning to head back the way he came.
In the moment before he’d started moving he heard Crystal come back around to his purpose for being out here. “That’s what I said,” Kuta confirmed, clearly not thinking much of it. “Weird recurring dream I’ve been having, but I’m certain it’s here. They’ve lead me here a good pawful of times. Came across the stream and was hoping to figure something out…” He trailed off, mind wandering to last night once more. The dream had started to feel a little distant. Even now his memories of it steadily grew fuzzier, the image of starry cats faint in his mind despite how the voice still rang clear. Perhaps it would happen again tonight and he’d remember better. With a quiet huff and small shake of his head, he turned his mind back to the task at hand - hunting. If he had to pick his battles, he'd rather be cold than hungry. Being both was surely far from pleasant.
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 9:30:03 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The blue-gray molly opened her mouth to answer but Kuta was already offering his services. Astonished green eyes watching as he turned and began towards the rabbit burrows he mentioned. Crystal didn't need his help. She was perfectly capable of finding prey on her own. But she wouldn't argue, not this time. She was too hungry. And it was getting colder. Accepting help from a stranger seemed to be her best bet right now before more snow fell. If this unusually large kittypet wanted to lend a helping paw she would allow it. Besides, she was curious to see his hunting skills. He had long limbs and a powerful body. His tan colored fur easily blended in with the grasslands. He was made for the moors. Crystal's gray pelt blended in fine with the environment, but she was much more skilled at stealthily stalking through the forest and fishing. With a gentle sigh, she began to follow after Kuta. Her ears perked when the tom began to speak of his dreams again. "So you're led here and then what?" She asked, brow raised slightly. "And who exactly are they?" In Crystal's mind, Kuta was just having dreams of chasing rabbits. She didn't quite understand the urgency to come out to the moorland and see for himself.
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 10:19:45 GMT -5
Kuta -- The Moors | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 For as little as he had going on in his head at any given time, Kuta wasn’t dim enough to think they were friends. What he did know, however, was that hunting in the cold wasn’t fun. The sooner it was done, the sooner the molly could return to whatever brought her joy. As for his own joy, the dream had thrown a wrench in that. It wasn’t that he didn’t like exploring new places, but it was easier to do without the weight of supposed ‘ancestors’ goading him to do… whatever it was they were truly asking of him. He wasn’t the type to take responsibility for, well, anything. He just wasn’t made for it. It had become infinitely harder to go about his day fulfilling his whims with this cloud of mystery hanging over him. So his current companion asked for further details, he gave a short hum, angling an ear back toward her. “It used to be nothing – I’d wake up when I got here.” The dreams had been that simple at first. Confusing, but simple. “Last night was… different. One spoke to me, but I couldn’t respond.”
Pausing, he turned his nose to the ground briefly, drinking deep of the scents that still remained despite the cold winds that would move through grass around them. They were close, surely only a few tail lengths off. Her next question cut through his thoughts, causing him to venture a brief glance back at her. What’d she mean? ‘She isn’t in your head mousebrain.’ The thought came as fast as the internal question, understanding flickering in his gaze before he turned to keep moving. “The cats made of stars.” The tom’s answer was short, as if it would simply make sense the second Crystal heard it. “Said they were my ancestors or something. I think they lived in the moors.”
By the time he’d finished answering her second question, Kuta had paused once more. It had to be here somewhere… ‘There!’ Amber eyes settled on a fairly small hole in the ground, obscured by dead grass and other foliage. Taking a few steps toward it, he gave a curious sniff. “This is the one,” he mewed quietly, nodding slightly to the blue-gray molly. “Wait here, be ready.” Without waiting for an answer, the Savannah turned and trotted off into the grass, nose to the ground.
Moments extended into a couple minutes before he came upon another hole. This one was a little larger and the scent of rabbit was a little fresher, indicating recent travel. With a delighted purr, he crouched down, reaching blindly into the burrow entrance with claws outstretched. By the time he felt one he was shoulder deep in the hole, his behind up on the air. He’d almost forgotten just how soft the small creatures were. Kuta had managed to hook one, dragging it out and delivering a swift bite to the neck before it could bolt. When he reached back in, the den was empty. Surely they had run out on Crystal’s in. At least he hoped so.
Picking up his catch, Kuta began to make his way back to her at a leisurely pace. Couldn’t risk scaring off her catch, now could he?
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 11:36:02 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The cats made of...stars? Crystal paused in her steps, her eyes clouding with confusion. She was almost certain now that this was one of the oracle cats she had heard stories about. The ones that had gone mad. She had never heard of such a thing in all her years of living. Mothers told all kinds of stories to their kits, but she had never heard one of cats being made of stars. But she did know of cats who lived on the moors many, many years ago... Maybe there was some truth to Kuta's dream. She snapped from her thoughts when Kuta's voice sounded ahead of her, his meow more urgent. They had arrived at the rabbit burrow. Her thoughts of the ancient cats who once roamed the territories would have to wait until later. The molly gave a swift nod before dropping into a crouch, creeping forward until she was a fox-length away from the opening in the ground. And she waited. Her green eyes unblinking, waiting for any signs of movement. She could faintly make out rapid pawsteps coming from near the burrow. Kuta must have found the other entrance. Quietly, she crept even closer, preparing herself to pounce on her unsuspecting prey. Three young rabbits erupted from the burrow. Quick as an adder, Crystal darted forward stilling the closest with a hard thack to the neck before twisting around in hopes to catch one more. Her claws barely grazing the rabbit as it made its escape. With a growl, she pushed herself off into the air, landing clumsily atop the skinny rabbit. Struggling to hold her grip as it wrestled furiously beneath her. It gave a warning shriek before Crystal delivered a sloppy bite to its spine, finally killing it. Sympathy gripped at her heart, all the prey would have heard that call. Any other cats trying to hunt now would have no luck thanks to her sloppy catch. The gray she-cat lay crouched for a moment, catching her breath before returning to the hole where her other catch lay. Feeling even more grateful for Kuta's help. These two rabbits alone would get her through the first few days of snow she hoped. Her ears angled towards the tom where the heather rustled, signaling his return. "Great job." She murmured through her mouthful of rabbit. Spitting out fur as she dropped it next to her first catch. "This one gave me a bit of a challenge."
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 11:50:40 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia stopped when Night motioned with his tail, crouching down slightly so her pale fur didn’t scare any prey away. Though, with the frost on the ground, she stood out far less than Night did. She watched as he caught the mouse, sitting up again once it was in his mouth limply. She looked a bit surprised he was giving it to them, but while she’d usually insist he eat it since he caught it, her stomach had rumbled once he asked, and Wisteria was already stepping forward to eat. Gardenia joined her, the two she-cats making quick work of the mouse. It didn’t fill their bellies, but it was food, and Gardenia already felt a bit more relaxed. They didn’t have to worry about continuing the amount of days without food. She would still go hunting, but she would be able to be more sure about it, not feeling as desperate for food. “Thank you.”, she said to Night, dipping her head after she’d cleaned her face with her paw. She’d done a pretty good job, but the fur around her muzzle was still a little pink, as was Wisteria’s. Wisteria seemed more chipper than she’d been before, also glad for the fresh food. She’d been starting to wonder if they should try and scavenge some kibble with how long they’d gone without prey. She suddenly turned her head, her ears pricked forward, seeing what has caused the rustling that had caught her attention. A sparrow, picking through the leaf litter a little ways away. Wisteria crouched down, and started to slowly and quietly make her ways towards the bird. Despite being a house cat before, she was already adept at hunting, as she’d often hunted the birds that landed in their housefolk’s garden. She lacked the usual loud and clumsy way house cats first had when hunting. She moved gracefully through the sparse grass, careful not to disturb too much. She stopped a little ways away from the sparrow, watching it. Right as she was about to pounce, it seemed to hear something and startle, and start to take off. Wisteria leapt, landing where it had been, seemingly missing, before she leapt upwards, grabbing the bird’s wing with the tip of a claw, and pulled it down, pinning and killing it before it could try and fly away again. She was panting, the energy a lot when she hadn’t eaten, but she started purring loudly, quite proud of herself. |
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 12:08:48 GMT -5
Kuta -- The Moors | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 Like many things, it would never occur to him exactly how he sounded describing this odd dream and starry felines. It had become the norm for him over the past week or two and he’d come to accept that they meant something. What that something was, he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like no coincidence that they always appeared the same to him. Maybe they were something like spirits? Spirits of the ancestors they claimed to be… Yeah, that kind of made sense. A little. Well, it was a stretch but it was certainly better than anything else he’d come up with.
A sharp cry drew him back out of his swirling thoughts, ears pricking as his steps paused. That was a rabbit if he’d ever heard one – good, then she’d have some food. His leisurely walk turned into slow trot as he covered the bit of ground between them. As he emerged from the grass, he offered a toothy grin around the fur of the animal held in his jaws. Dropping it near the two she had, Kuta gave a quick nod. “I heard, but a catch is a catch, yeah?” The way he saw it, everything was perfectly fine. Any prey that was out would run and hide. Unfortunately for any other cat in the area, but surely there was more than enough land to go around. There were other burrows and other hiding rodents to be found, he was sure.
“Three should be enough for a few days, right?” Kuta asked, tilting his head slightly in question. She seemed of average size, though muscles under the skin told of life well lived up until this point. The cold months were harsh, maybe she’d need more? After a moment’s thought and a quick assessment of the since passed animals between them, he flicked an ear. They were on the skinnier side, which made sense, but made him wonder what was enough. He’d never had to put in actual effort to survive, so he had no frame of reference. “Could try fishing if you need – can’t say I’ve done it much, though.”
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 12:42:18 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
The tom watched as the two hurried to gulp down their morsel. Feeling a bit of pity towards them. Here they were out here alone and starving, surely twolegs weren't so cruel? He had thought kittypets lived lives of luxury, having their every need catered to. But not Gardenia and Wisteria apparently. His curiosity tugged at him even more, but still, he refrained. His mention of twolegs earlier had put the she-cats on the defensive. Them deciding he wasn't worth their time was the last thing Night needed now. He needed their teamwork. Wisteria was more on the naive side, trusting him very early on. While Gardenia still had her guard up. Night's yellow eyes lingered on the cream colored molly. What had scarred them so badly? Suddenly, Wisteria darted off. Night could pick up the scent of a bird nearby. The dark-furred tom quietly padded after her, clinging to the shadows as not to scare away her prey. His ears rotating towards where the she-cat had disappeared to. Feeling satisfaction when she successfully caught the sparrow. "Nice catch." He complimented giving her an approving nod. Maybe he would stick around these kittypets, they weren't so useless. Besides he wanted to know their story. "Let's see if we can find anything else. I'll eat my share once we've had a satisfactory hunt."
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Crystal's eyes widened in disbelief as he dropped a third rabbit to her pile, offering up more prey. This was more than enough! She was lucky to have two rabbits, let alone three. "No, no, this is more than enough." She quickly mewed, dipping her head graciously. "Thank you. I doubt I'd be as successful without your help. I'll share one with you if you'd like. And I'll store these other two, I won't be leaving my den any time soon after tonight's snow." It mystified the she-cat that Kuta had given her his catch as well. His twolegs feed him. A voice in her head reminded her. She had never met a kittypet, no a cat in general, like Kuta. When loners paired up they usually wanted something in return. But Kuta didn't want anything. Well, he wanted to know about the cats made of stars in return. But she didn't know much about star cats, all she knew of was the stories of the ancient cats that fiercely fought one another to protect their territory. One group of the moors, and one of the forest. They didn't have names, at least not in her mother's stories. She had even run into other loners and rogues that knew of them. Most just believed it was just an elder's tale. "But as for your dreams," Crystal mewed, grabbing the smallest of the three rabbits and settling herself to eat, "I do not know of cats made of stars. But my mother used to tell me tales of cats who once lived on the mothers. A huge group of cats that lived here and harmony. And protected it with their lives. But no one knows of their name, or where they disappeared." The gray molly took a bite of the rabbit. The flavors seeping into her tongue, making a purr vibrate through her body. "There were two groups." She added, gulping her mouthful.
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Post by whispering on Aug 11, 2023 13:14:02 GMT -5
Fran
Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
Fran gently lay her tail across the tom's tabby shoulders. A look of understanding and sympathy in her pale blue eyes. Most housecats went through the phase of wanting to explore outside of the familiar territory of twoleg place. Though domesticated and happy with their easy life, it was a natural feline instinct. Some cats left and never returned, unable to leave behind the freedom of hunting on your own and doing what you wanted. But for cats like Fran, that loved their lives and their housefolk, it was completely out of the question to leave everything they'd known behind. Leaving behind a warm shelter where everything was provided at their will for the forest. Fran could see both sides. Perhaps the life of a housecat was not fulfilling for some cats just as life out in the wild didn't sound fulfilling to her.
But Milo was one of those curious cats.Yearning to step outside of the twoleg boundaries and into the unknown. Fran couldn't deny his feelings. But the young cat inside her sympathized with his need for closure. Maybe it would be different this time... "Do you wish to go there now?" She meowed casually, turning her gaze back ahead of them. It wasn't too late for them to change their route towards the treeline. Fran wasn't sure how far she would go, but she was willing to try to overcome her fear with Milo. Her first time stepping into the shadows in years. And Milo's first ever. Nothing terrible could happen, right? (sorry this post is so short x.x Light sure I don't mind! Especially now that its winter, maybe Smoke has explained to Frazzle what catnip/catmint looks like and to bring him some whenever he comes across it. I think they would make a cute duo tho <3) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 14:04:02 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Wisteria trotted back over with the sparrow in her jaws, looking very proud of herself. She set the sparrow down in front of Night and Gardenia so she could speak. “Are you sure? You did give us your mouse.”, she said. She didn’t want to seem greedy or ungrateful. While she could tell Gardenia didn’t totally trust this tom (and if she was honest, neither did she), they needed his help. This was their first winter, and while they’d survived fall by themselves, she knew they’d need help to make it through the winter. She’d just have to talk to Gardenia and tell her the same once the tom was far enough away, maybe that night. Gardenia was indeed looking a bit put off by Wisteria offering the sparrow to Night, hoping he’d decline again. The mouse was good enough, but it had also reminded her body how hungry she was, and the sparrow looked delicious. But she supposed it was polite to offer the food to him, since he’d shared his catch with them, and they had no idea if they’d manage to catch anymore prey. |
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call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 14:58:43 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
Night shook his head, "I insist. You two need it more." Night had eaten the day before, he would be fine until they could gather a good amount of prey. Even if they failed he would be fine waiting a bit longer. He had spent some winters going days without a meal. Not eating now wouldn't affect him too horribly. The tom twisted to smooth the fur along his shoulders before trotting off into the forest, in search of their next meal. The forest was still, he couldn't hear any movement or catch any prey scent. It was getting colder, animals were starting to return to their dens. With a sigh, Night turned, retracing his steps back to where he had left the two mollies. "The snow will be coming soon. There's little left around here." He announced, his tail waving calmly. Despite his hunger, this was the hard truth of leafbare. He wouldn't eat their sparrow, if they insisted he would just leave it for them to eat the next day. Prey would be scarce for a few days with the new-fallen snow.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 15:34:25 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia glanced up, feeling the extra chill now in the air, and seeing the clouds rolling over the forest. “We should find a new place to sleep then. We won’t have time to fix the bush before the snow comes.”, she said, really speaking to Wisteria. Wisteria nodded slightly, and glanced at Night. “You can come with us, if you don’t already have a place to stay. Three cats in a space will make it even warmer.”, she said, ignoring her sister’s glare she could see out of the corner of her eye. “And we can continue hunting while we look.”, she said. “I’m sure he already has his own place.”, Gardenia said. Really, she wasn’t sure if she trusted him enough to sleep in the same space as him. Hunting was one thing, that was when she was awake and alert, but sleeping? Anything could happen while they were sleeping. |
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 15:39:59 GMT -5
Kuta -- The Moors | With Crystal - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 He couldn’t help but be a little confused as confusion washed over her features. He’d offered to help her hunt, he saw no sense in keeping any of it for himself. Sure, it looked like a wonderful meal and he’d been out long enough that he’d typically have caught something for himself, but it wasn’t his. At least, as far as he was concerned it wasn’t. So when Crystal confirmed that it was definitely enough, the tom relaxed, finally allowing himself to sit down. “I’m sure you would’ve – you look like a great hunter.” She must’ve been to catch two panicking rabbits. Speedy at the very least – he hadn’t met too many that could manage the same.
When she went on to offer to share, he shook his head quickly. “I’m fine! It’s all yours – I’m sure there’s chicken waiting for me at home.” Nearly as quick as he’d said it, his body betrayed him. His stomach rumbled, telling him he was overdue for a meal to accommodate all his traveling today. For a moment he didn’t address it, merely blinking and licking his chest a couple times. ‘I can go a while longer without a meal,’ he told himself stubbornly. “Just, uh, act like you didn’t hear that,” he meowed finally.
As she settled in for her meal, he sparred a glance around them. It sounded as though they were alone in the area, which was favorable. He didn’t necessarily have a problem ensuring the molly’s food remained in her possession, he just didn’t want it to have to come to that. He didn’t have to think on it long as the conversation turned back to the odd dreams of his.
Ears perking almost immediately his gaze came back to her, listening intently as she spoke. Truthfully, he didn’t expect anybody to know about the starry cats – he barely knew about them despite the way they appeared to him at night. Such information wasn’t surprising, but the rest that she said was more than he could’ve hoped for. The concept of a large group of cats living here certainly lined up with the visions in his dreams. Living in harmony… It was a wild concept to him. The tom couldn’t fathom a group so large that they simply had the moors working together to protect what they had. Still, at this point he'd seen weirder things, so maybe her mother’s stories held some truth.
'’There were two groups.'
Two? Kuta only knew of one, and that’s if it was even real. “I think I’ve only ever seen the one…” For as much information and he’d been given, he only felt more confused. If there were two groups, how come he’d only seen the one? How long ago had those cats lived here? With groups so large, how could they just vanish into nothing? Several moments passed in silence in on his end while he thought on all of this. “So… You grew up here then, right? You said these were your mothers stories, so I would guess she grew up here too. Have the moors always been empty like this since you’ve known them?”
Milo -- Twoleg Place | with Fran - whispering He took a great deal of comfort in the gentle touch she delivered – it made his desire to go despite her story feel less odd. In truth, Milo was quite happy with his life. He wouldn’t trade it for anything. At least, he thought he wouldn’t. After all, he had everything he wanted, and he loved Tristan dearly. The mere thought of leaving him made his chest tight. No, he couldn’t fail to come home to him. Surely the boy would be left wondering what had become of his beloved companion, worrying about his well being and if he’d come back.
Fran’s voice broke through his quickly spirally thoughts, though it took an extra moment for him to process her question. Did he want to go… to the forest? Surely that wasn’t what she was asking, especially not after all that she’d just told him. Still, he couldn’t help the confusion that took his features as he searched her face for any sort of answer. He found none. “I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Milo finally mewed. “I do enjoy our walks by the treeline, but... Are you sure? You’ve been quite clear about where you stand.” The spotted tabby wasn’t even three years old yet, he had plenty of time to wander off into the forest. He could never imagine asking the fluffy molly to accompany him into the trees, especially after having asked in the past. Then again, he wasn’t asking, she’d offered. Why had she offered? Would she really go that far just to humor him? After a moment or two of conflicted silence, he asked, “You’d tell me the second you wanted to leave, right?”
(shhhhh it was perfect don't worry about it)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 15:58:34 GMT -5
Myst hey, do you have any characters open near the Twolegplace that could interact with Shadow? I keep forgetting to ask!
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 16:06:31 GMT -5
runningsky123 I haven't done anything with Honey yet, she's more likely between herself and Binx to be near the Twolegplace, I'd be more than happy to toss her Shadow's way c:
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 16:16:31 GMT -5
Myst awesome! I get off in about an hour and 15, I can make a starter once I’m off work!
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 11, 2023 16:28:23 GMT -5
Will try to get replies up today! But no promises, work was busy and very hot so who’s to say I won’t die after I finally shower
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Post by Myst on Aug 11, 2023 16:28:47 GMT -5
runningsky123 sounds good! I’m getting in a five hour nap after being up for 24 hours so that is perfectly fine c: I will respond once I join the waking world!
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 16:33:33 GMT -5
Feathertalon oof that’s a mood, it’s been so humid here lately. I’ve been dying from that more than the heat Myst sounds good! It’s the end of my work week so I’ll be on late, until I pass out basically lol, so just lmk when you’re back. Sleep well!
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 17:26:14 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
Night stood silent for a moment, thinking to himself. He didn't know these she-cats, and he had no reason to really trust them. He definitely hadn't owed them anything after all the help he'd given them. They could be the ones deceiving him for all he knew. Though he doubted it. "My territory isn't too far from here, you all can stay there as long as you like until you find someplace better." He offered, his meow smooth and inviting. "There's plenty of space. You have no reason to trust me but I give this offer kindly with no other expectations." He added, his tail swaying calmly behind him. There was enough shelter for the she-cats to have their own space away from Night if they didn't feel comfortable around him. There was nothing they could offer him in return other than information. Perhaps he would make an ally of the two for when he did need something from them. Or maybe something even better would come later. He remained with his cool demeanor as he waited for their response.
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
The molly nodded at his question, chewing slowly as she thought back on the stories. It had been a while since she'd actually talked about it with someone. It had been a while since she talked with any cat. Crystal was not usually trusting towards others, but this was a harmless kittypet. And he had helped her hunt, it was the least she could do. "Yes two. The stream divided their territories. The cats of the moorlands and the cats of the forest." She answered matter-of-factly before taking off another bite of the rabbit. She could feel her body warming again now that there was some food to fuel her. She had enough energy now to make her journey home. Crystal sighed, leaning back on her haunches and beginning to groom her face. Pushing the remaininder of the rabbit towards Kuta, remembering how his belly had grumbled earlier. "Twoleg place is a bit far from here, you'll need something to hold you over until you're home." She mewed casually, swiping her paws over her face. He had helped her enough, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't take some of the share. "You're obviously hungry." She added humorously before he could give any rebuttal. "But no, sorry. That's all I know. You may be able to find more answers there," She paused to point her nose towards the distant mountains where the stream originated. "Most of us loners stay away from there. It's an eerie place, but the stream trickles from a cave. No cat has dared to explore it."----- hope its fine that I added the cave area. I was thinking that could have been the spiritual place for the Clans? maybe some cats who have visions will go there eventually closer to them getting the clans rebuilt
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 11, 2023 18:35:53 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 - I really like the cave idea! i hadn't even thought of a potential place for starclan communication, so this is perfect c':
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Post by whispering on Aug 11, 2023 18:41:12 GMT -5
Fran
Twoleg Place // with Milo Myst
"Perhaps I've only been against it because I've never talked about my fears out loud." She said thoughtfully. When the younger cats asked her, she never would give them a real answer. Just blamed it solely on wanting to avoid the groomers, even though Mom still took Fran semiannually. Once in autumn, and once in the spring when she began to shed her winter coat. Yes the groomer was a dreaded place, but it hadn't been her main goal for wanting to avoid the forest. Finally telling her story out loud was relieving for her. A heavy weight lifted off her shoulders. They could venture out into the forest today and, yes, something could happen. But what if nothing happened? What if they just explored as normally and interrupted as they'd hoped? Or if they did run into cats, what if they were friendly? The possibilities now seemed endless. But Fran would not go that far today.
She prayed their time exploring would be quiet. Just a few steps over the treeline to get a feel of the forest. "I will not go too far." She meowed firmly, giving herself an encouraging nod. "We'll just go and see how it feels." The white-furred molly turned her head, looking at the distant trees that seemed to reach the sky. She felt a burning determination to go there. But also a bit of fear. But I have Milo. She reminded herself, glancing over at the young tom.
Purring, she mewed with a nervous chuckle, "I'm sure you'll protect me." She wasn't sure if Milo knew how to fight, she for sure didn't in the slightest. The most she could do if they ran into trouble was turn tail and run or expose her soft pink belly to their enemies. Hopefully there would be no trouble at all. Just a smooth in and out. (Ouu I think that would be a neat idea) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 18:50:40 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia stayed quiet for a bit, about to decline when Wisteria spoke up. "We'd be glad to. We'll stay until this snow has subsided, then we can find a place of our own.", she said, meeting her sister's eye. While they shouldn't trust the tom too much, they didn't have time to find a completely new and safe place to sleep. They could stay in Night's territory until the storm had let up enough to make finding a new place to stay safe. Besides, it would mean they wouldn't have to worry about being chased off in the middle of a snowstorm. "Thank you for your kindness, we really appreciate it.", she said. Wisteria wouldn't say they owed him, as they still didn't know Night well enough to get a gauge on his intentions or true personality, and she didn't want to be in debt to a cat with ulterior motives. OF course, he could just be being kind, but it was better safe than sorry. Besdies, Gardenia would probably box her ears if she told Night they owed him. Shadow Location: Twolegplace With: Honey ( Myst) Shadow had been lounging in the grass of his yard most of the day, soaking up the sun, but had finally decided in the late afternoon to head into the forest to hunt. Even though it was winter and he doubted he'd find much, he still liked to venture out into the woods for a change of scenery. Besides, it was more exercise, which he'd take. He seemed to have a harder time staying fit as he'd gotten older, so he would welcome the chance to help with that dilemma. He had not, however, planned for the beginnings of a storm to roll in. He looked up at the forest, and at the distant fences he could see through the trees. He didn't recognize them, which meant he was far enough from home that it would take a bit to find his way back. Best to find a place to shelter, rather than waste time by trying to get back home. Shadow was just about to start walking to find somewhere, when he caught a fresh scent on the wind. Another cat. He followed the scent, until he say a pale she-cat in front of him. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me find some shelter to wait out the storm.", he mewed, staying a few strides away to not seem threatening. |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 18:53:22 GMT -5
 Thanks you guysss, I was just trying to brainstorm ahead haha. I haven't thought much on a gathering place but one step at a time.
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 19:17:58 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
Night nodded his head. Until the snow subsided was good enough. He didn't want them in his space for too long just as he assumed they didn't want to be there. "This way. Don't forget your sparrow." He called over his shoulder before beginning towards his home. He had never brought cats to his den. Maybe cats he had fancied in the past, but they never stayed for too long. And he had never met one he wanted to take on as a real mate. He didn't fancy these mollies. He had barely even spoken to them! I hope they don't think that. Night thought, glancing back over his shoulder at the two sisters. They were pretty, but it took more than beauty to attract Night's attention. He preferred cats that had strong personalities, as well as attractive. He had yet to get a real conversation out of Gardenia and Wisteria. He shook his head. Now was not the time to reflect on his likings. Snow was coming, they had to make it to safety before the sunset. Maybe now was a better time to ask... "So, what are you two doing out here? If you don't mind me asking."
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 19:32:36 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Wisteria picked her sparrow up, following Night, her sister keeping pace beside him. She could practically feel Gardenia fuming beside her, but she would just have to deal with her irritation. Wisteria knew she was right. Having a safe place to go, rather than trying to find one when snow was threatening to fall, was a much better option, whether it involved a strange tom or not. She couldn't answer his question with her mouth full of sparrow, a hindsight she realized. Gardenia surely wouldn't tell him. Gardenia was a bit wary, but spoke up after a few moments. "Our housefolk died, and we left rather than be separated.", she said. It was the truth, but didn't give away more details than necessary. That they'd been captured and taken to that scary place with the cages, that they'd barely escaped, and that it had left Wisteria with a pulled leg for awhile, which she was luckily now recovered from. But this tom didn't need to know any potential weaknesses like that. She wouldn't have mentioned their housefolk if he hadn't already figured out they had been housecats. Gardenia figured the smell of their house hadn't worn off completely. She wished she could smell it. She missed their house. She missed their housefolk. He had been an older gentleman, and he'd been very sweet, always feeding them the best wet food, as well as table scraps. Chicken, fish, the odd berry or green thing. Time had been passed sitting on his lap as he read in front of the fire, or chasing after the many toys he bought them. Gardenia had to push the thoughts from her mind. He was gone, and they couldn't go back to that time. They just had to keep moving forward and stick together. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 11, 2023 19:52:51 GMT -5
Percy »
Fate was an odd thing, was it not? Perhaps Percy was meant to scare off that mouse earlier so that he could share this moment with Smoke. Perhaps this was the start of a newfound friendship for the two, one where Percy had somebody he could talk to and spend time with, and Smoke could have somebody to share his knowledge with even if Percy wasn’t meant to be a healer. ”Perhaps so,” he mused before adding humorously, ”though I’m not sure what knowledge I could bestow upon you. Guess I was meant to be your little tick or something.” The tom meant it all in jest and wasn’t looking for anything other than a good laugh. He truthfully didn’t know what he could teach Smoke in return, but perhaps on this little adventure he could find something that Smoke didn’t know how to do. It would be nice to exchange information between one another, but Percy wasn’t going to wrack his brain over finding something. He had more important matters to focus on.
Being in the company of another cat always put a smile on Percy’s face. Despite the cold and the hunger, he was rather happy right now. Somehow he had found another friendly cat that didn’t mind his presence, and now they were helping one another out. Again Percy found himself wondering what life would be like if cats lived together rather than in solitude. How much easier would life be if cats came together as one big family and took care of one another? The idea seemed both absurd and also welcoming. It stirred something inside of him, as if there was more to it than just a group of cats helping one another out in times of need. This train of thought felt bigger than what Percy was capable of putting together, but he just didn’t know how to put that feeling into words.
Percy was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Smoke speak up again. ”It’ll be safe,” the tabby mewed, his voice honest rather than full of amusement and humor. ”I’m a pretty decent fisher, and if I happen to fall in, I know how to swim and dry myself off.” Swimming had always been natural to the tomcat, so much so that he had been surprised to learn that not many cats had such a talent.
With ease he made it to the bank of the stream, green gaze looking at the water as it lazily ran its course, stopping some fox-lengths away where it was frozen. Percy’s jaw tightened in thought. Fishing wasn’t going to be easy, but he could do it. He knew he could, not just for his sake, but for Smoke’s as well. They both deserved a good meal, and he was going to make sure they both went to bed with full stomachs tonight.
Creamsicle »
A part of Creamsicle told her that she needed to be afraid of ice as Cotton explained it, but instead she found an odd curiosity about this weird substance. A beehive of questions buzzed inside the young kit, her tongue burning with the urge to ask question after question, but she held herself back somehow, remembering how Cotton had told her earlier that she needed to be quiet. Perhaps she could ask all the questions she had about ice at a later time, perhaps after they ate. Most of her questions involved this whole idea of how ice would fall from the sky; she really needed to know how that happened.
While she had reminded herself to be quiet just a few seconds ago, Creamsicle couldn’t help herself when she blurted out, ”Something better than squirrel?!” What could be better than squirrel? Cotton better have a good explanation on what was better than squirrel soon or Creamsicle might just have to have a long talk with the older molly about why squirrel was superior.
Her ears perked up as the molly mentioned rabbits. Creamsicle remembered a time when her mother had caught her and her siblings a rabbit, but the memory was vague, the image misty. Had she enjoyed the taste? She was sure she had or she would have remembered scowling away at the rabbit and telling her mother that she wanted something else. But nothing of the sorts came to mind, so that had to mean that she had enjoyed the rabbit. ”Is that what we’re gonna eat?” She asked slowly, quietly, as she noticed Cotton stiffening. She could feel how tense Cotton was getting from where she stood underneath her. While Creamsicle had never watched another cat hunt - her mother had always left her kits while they were sleeping to go hunt if the twolegs didn’t leave them out any food - she realized that Cotton was gearing up for a kill. The kit could just barely make out the white-furred rabbit that nibbled along the sparse grass that bordered the stream. Creamsicle lowered herself to the ground, doing her best to ignore the cold now that Cotton was no longer above her sharing warmth. She hoped this hunt didn’t take long so that they could eat and so that Creamsicle could warm up again.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 11, 2023 19:53:47 GMT -5
Wila »
The fact that Flame had never heard of a Burmese didn’t surprise Wila. While the breed wasn’t incredibly rare or anything like that, it was still uncommon, especially in this area. As far as Wila knew, she was the only Burmese cat around - or at least, her twoleg was the only twoleg around here that had Burmese cats. Wila knew there had to be others out there considering her owner had traveled some distance away to pick up Chai, but how far he had come from, Wila had no idea.
Wila was about to comment on that fact when Flame spoke up again, saying something that piqued her interest. She cocked her head to the side. ”Shadow? Don’t think I’ve heard of that cat, either.” Odd, she thought. Wila was sure she had known most of the kittypets that lived in this area, but then again, she mostly just hung out with Fran, Quinn, and Frazzle. Not knowing the house cats this way did make some sense. Usually she was off in the other direction and didn’t find herself over here very often.
The chill in the air was helping Wila get over the heat of embarrassment that had flushed over her moments ago. She drew in a deep breath of the crisp air, giving herself a moment to reset before continuing the conversation with Flame. ”It’s not that I don’t want to be part of this, it’s just… Well, the cat my twolegs paired me with isn’t exactly what I want in a mate.” Just moments ago this wasn’t something she wanted to tell Flame about, but now here she was, spilling her secrets out to this tom that she had just met. Her guard was going down and she could feel it. Flame wasn’t acting as if he wanted to hurt Wila or anything of the sort, he just seemed curious now that they had introduced themselves to one another. And Wila herself wasn’t a hostile cat. She had been frazzled earlier, but now she had had time to cool off and recollect herself, so now her typical personality was starting to peek through, showing itself.
Star »
Typically Star steered clear of other cats that he was not familiar with. He wasn’t as sociable of a cat as Comet was. Not that Star was aggressive or asocial, he just didn’t have that friendly naivety that his brother did. If not for the fact that he was hungry and needed food, Star would have turned and walked back the other way as soon as he had noticed the other cat’s scent, but this time he continued on, hopeful that he was quicker to the mouse than this other cat was.
The gray-blue tom continued on, checking the scent trail every few minutes to make sure he was on the right path; the strange cat’s scent grew even stronger, making Star wonder if he should just give up the mouse and try his luck somewhere else, but he shook that thought away as his stomach grumbled at the rodent’s warm scent. Even if the mouse was leaf-bare skinny, food was food, and he’d take whatever he could find, and if he were lucky, he’d be able to bring something back to his littermate. Comet had mentioned going hunting closer to the marshland, but whether or not he caught anything was another story. Comet was self-sufficient, but his hunting skills were rather lackluster. To be honest, Comet wasn’t much of a fighter, either. It had always been Star that protected them or fed them more often than not. Star realized that his brother probably would have withered away or been killed by a predator if he didn’t stay with Comet, and he would be lying if he said he had never thought of leaving his brother and going out on his own. Star had never been the type of cat to grow attached to another, but something in him told him that he had to stick around and fend for his littermate.
A thud tremoring through the ground told Star everything he needed to know - the mouse had been caught by the other cat. He had been too slow. A grumble slipped off the tom’s tongue, his tail-tip twitching in annoyance. Knowing that he no longer had a chance at the mouse, Star turned on his paws to leave, but a flicker of brown in the ice-covered heather out of the corner of his eye grabbed his attention. Star’s ears perked forward. Was that the cat that had caught the mouse? An idea started to form in his mind, the gears turning.
A smirk danced across his visage momentarily. This was when he should leave, but Star had one last trick he wanted to try. Perhaps this mouse could still be his.
Tail held high in a friendly manner, Star pushed his way through the heather to meet the dark brown tabby who held a limp mouse carcass between his paws. Star nodded toward the rodent. ”Nice catch,” he praised, voice smooth and welcoming, giving no signs of hostility or any notions of the annoyance that had coursed through him just moments before.
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 11, 2023 19:56:41 GMT -5
Night
with Gardenia and Wisteria runningsky123
They died, huh? "I'm... sorry to hear that." He muttered quietly, insensitive to the topic. He didn't understand how a cat could feel anything for a twoleg. Living with twolegs was already an abomination on its own, but having feelings for one? Night couldn't imagine himself loving a twoleg like he would a cat. He didn't love any cats. The only cat he'd ever loved was his mother, and that was many years ago. "Why not get new twolegs?" Curiosity tinged his voice. Their kittypet lives, though he didn't agree, intrigued him. Why trade the opportunity to keep being a kittypet to be a wild cat?
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 11, 2023 21:02:47 GMT -5
Gardenia and Wisteria Location: Forest With: Night ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢) Gardenia's ears pulled back slightly at that. He sure asks a lot of questions. "We didn't want new housefolk.", she said. Twolegs? She'd never heard anyone call housefolk that. It sounded... weird. Besides, now she quite liked the freedom. They didn't have to stay cooped in the house just because their housefolk wouldn't let them out, and while it was harder to hunt than be fed, she enjoyed the fresh prey. Their wet food had been good before, but she knew it would taste off now. "Besides, we can handle ourselves.", she said indignantly. They already had for a whole season. Flame Location: Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame stayed quiet as Wila talked, listening politely. While he'd come over here trying to seem macho and like some tough cat, he was actually very sweet, and he liked Wila. While she'd seemed a bit prickly at first, he realized now it had just been irritation, not her personality. He could use more friends, finding his cool, aloof attitude was starting to get lonely. "Is he rude? I could come give him a good box around the ears.", he said, his tone joking so she didn't get offended, but honestly, if he was being rude, he'd probably act on it. Wila seemed too sweet a she-cat to be subjected to some rude tom being forced on her. He wished he could help her, but if her housefolk had picked this tom, he wasn't sure what he could do. Part of him wanted to offer for her to come stay with his housefolk. They were a nice couple, usually letting him just do as he pleased, and giving a pet or scratch when he asked. They didn't have kits, so there were no grabby hands except when what he assumed were their littermates visited and brought their kit, but he usually just hid from it. Flame knew she'd either smack him for the offer, or never want to be around him again. They'd just met, and him offering for her to join his house seemed extremely forward. |
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I also have Arch I haven't made a post for yet. She's closer to Frazzle's age )
Thanks you guysss, I was just trying to brainstorm ahead haha. I haven't thought much on a gathering place but one step at a time.
