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CREAMSICLE — with Cotton Light

Running had always come easy to Creamsicle. She and her siblings would challenge one another to races whenever they had the extra energy to spare, and while Creamsicle didn’t win every single race, she had never come in last, and in her defense, she did come in first place more times than not. The races she had been in with her littermates had been out in the woods where they had to duck under branches, dodge the brambles, and leap across fallen logs. Out here on the open moor was different. Creamsicle could run without worry, her paws only having to keep careful of the dips and depressions that covered the moorland. Despite that the young kit was able to pick up her speed like never before, almost as if she had the swiftness of the moor running through her very blood.

For a few minutes there was only the wind rustling her fur and the openness of the moor. Creamsicle felt her heart soar as her body pushed and pulled her across the land, and in that moment she forgot all about the uncertainty she had had about the moorland the day before, she forgot about the sound of the pained rabbit, forgot about the deaths of her littermates. All she could think of was Cotton’s words from earlier - how she loved the moor because it was the closest a cat could get to flying. Even without wings, Creamsicle really did feel like she was floating across the snow covered moorland.

Just as the freedom was rushing through her and Cotton’s wiry brown frame breezed by, Creamsicle’s luck of missing the dips in the ground ran out. A front paw hit against a shallow dip in the land and threw her body off balance. A yowl of surprise escaped the kit as she went tumbling forward, flung in the air before hitting the ground and rolling through the snow a few fox-lengths before stopping at the edge of a patch of thick bracken. It took Creamsicle a few seconds before she caught her breath and was able to push herself up to her paws.

Shaking the snow out of her pelt, she looked around for Cotton, expression unreadable. Once she locked her gaze on the older molly her tail shot up into the air and her entire body from ears to tail-tip trembled with pure excitement. ”I almost had wings, Cotton!” She called. ”I was a flying cat!” Creamsicle was out of breath and already feeling sore from her tumble, but her spirits were high and her heart fluttered with a newfound fondness of the open moon.

[ngl i love finding ways to subtly show that her and cotton are kin]

runningsky123 - ooo id love to see the design you have!!

𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 - im ready for that whenever y'all are!

 

(hurray thank you)

Jack Frost meandered through the trees at a casual pace. He wasn't hunting, but he would be foolish to miss out on a piece of prey with it getting colder. Long, thick fur did no cat any good if they starved. The forest was big, though, and he was confident he and his friend would be fine. The fellow in his head had been silent for days now and he sometimes wondered if it had just been his own instincts given voice.

Of course, as if to prove him wrong, the following night he was always sent some strange dream. Countless cat eyes starring at him from a fog filled place. Unspeaking, but very much there. They would fade in and out of his vision and then, right before he woke up, they would shout in his head as if they couldn't be heard enough: bring back the Clans. What clans? He'd always wake up wondering. It was as if they only said it before so they wouldn't have to answer him.

As a kitten at his mother's belly, she'd whispered stories of cats who lived in the very woods he called him long before even her time. But wasn't that how most stories went? In a time before, some cat went on a great adventure of some sort. The biggest adventure Jack Frost had ever gone on was his grand escape from the twoleg holding he'd been in.

Distracted, he failed to notice anything until he was muzzle deep in the cold earth. "Oof." There was a mew of complaint underneath him. Untangling large limbs, he shook himself off. "So sorry. Big forest, ya know? I wasn't expecting to run into anyone."

(hopefully this starter is good enough. haven't RPed in a while ^^" and no idea where any cat is/who's available so i'll leave this up~)

Gardenia and Wisteria
Location: The Forest
With: Frazzle (Light)

The two sisters ate their mice quickly, both still pretty hungry from their few days before of not eating and their trek through the snow.

Gardenia sat up once she’d finished, using a paw to wash her face, watching Frazzle wander a bit as Wisteria finished her own mouse.

Wisteria cleaned her face quickly when Frazzle spoke, standing up and nodding slightly. “Let’s go.”, she said cheerfully, padding after the tomcat.

Flame
Location: Pine Forest
With: Wila (Feathertalon)

Flame took another bite of mouse right as Wila started speaking, chewing as he listened to her, having to swallow his bite before he answered.

“No, I get wet food mostly.”, Flame said. “They leave the pellets out sometimes when they’re gone for awhile, but I don’t usually eat them. Most of the time then I see if Shadow has any fresh-kill.”, he said with a slight purr. “Oakley, the cat that lived with them when I got there liked the pellets. I never understood how he could stand them. But he was old, I guess he was just used to them.”, he said.

Oakley had been a very kind cat, if not a bit lazy in Flame’s young, kitten eyes. Now of course he understood the old cat couldn’t play like a kitten, but he’d been nice. He always let Flame curl up with him, and would usually wash Flame’s coat for him.

“I definitely wouldn’t say no to actual meat most of the time.”, Flame said thoughtfully. Wet food was good, better than pellets, but it didn’t compared to actual meat.

Spark
Location: The Farm
With: Sprite (soot)

Spark waited until she was settled to stand up, going slow to not throw her off his back. He succeeded in keeping her centered, and started walking again at a medium pace, a bit faster than they’d been walking before, but not fast enough to unbalance Sprite.

“I used to give Heather rides when she was little.”, he said. “But most of the other cats are still a little wary.”, he said. Spark understood. Not every farm had dogs like them, that were friendly to the cats and could speak cat. He suspected at least a few of the cats there had come from farms like that.

He headed out across the field, easily walking between the raised rows where there would normally be wheat or corn.

wonderful. i shall await the projectile cat lol)

Ahhhhh I'm so excited to see everyone's kits, they're gonna be so cute

Feathertalon 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 I'm prepared for puma! I can get them at the very least in cave-range in my next reply c:

We could do that or if you want, we could potentially put a pause/stall with hunting if we want the four of them to wind up there around the same time?

Yeahhhh c:
I’m so excited to see how the four of them interact together

Alyssum and Aster
Location: The Moorland, Near the Farm
With: Ember (whispering)

Alyssum exchanged an exasperated look with her brother when Ember walked ahead, before following after the younger cat, her tail flicking. She definitely wouldn’t have bothered if she knew this was how he’d act. But she’d just keep her trap shut. She didn’t want to be making enemies, especially of the barn cats.

She followed after Ember down the hill and into the field surrounding the farm, glancing around. She pinned her ears back at the sight of a dark shape on the other side of the field, able to tell it was one of the dogs, but they seemed to be out of it’s sight.

She glanced back at Aster, who had seen the dog as well, crouching down more. While she and Ember blended in pretty well with the snow, especially from a distance, Aster’s bright orange coat wasn’t exactly hidden.

They got further into the field before Alyssum saw movement up ahead, stopping when she saw a shape bounding towards them, at first thinking it was a dog, until it got closer, revealing a gray tabby bounding through the snow at them.

Heather
Location: The Field
With: Ember, Alyssum, Aster

Heather had seen the strange cats from her spot in the loft of the barn, heading down to intercept them and see what they wanted. She usually wouldn’t have gone by herself, but no one else was around, and she could see Spark on the other side of the field, well within distance of a yowl if need be. He’d be over here in a second if she sounded the alarm.

She came to a stop a few dog-lengths in front of the three cats, sizing them up. The one in front was young, barely more than a kitten, and the other two seemed closer to her age.

“Hello, can I help you?”, she asked politely. She wasn’t going to be rude if they were just passing through.

(Hope you don’t mind me throwing Heather at Ember next! If you had plans for another barn cat to interact with him, I can just have her lead him back to the barn to make him available!)

(great! and its good to see you back as well!)

 

Kuta will also be very happy he's not the only one having these crazy dreams - ooo him and Smoke are gonna be such fast friends I feel like