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Post by Myst on Dec 29, 2023 0:52:21 GMT -5
 Vixen -- The Marsh | With Lotus - whispering As the molly lost her balance and came back to the ground, the ruddy feline kept their eyes trained on the bleeding mutt. It stood and growled, though began a slow retreat, surely realizing that it couldn’t see. Serves the fox right, showing up where it wasn’t wanted. When it turned to deliver an angry bark before taking its leave, they spat back, “Stupid mutt!”
Green eyes stayed trained on the canine until it was little more than a red spot in the distance. Finally allowed their body to relax, Vixen sighed. By now they’d long since kissed their peaceful day goodbye. The burning in their back told them more than enough, but still, the feline craned their neck just a little try and get a glimpse of the wound. Bleeding. It was slow, but still, it was bleeding. ’Fantastic,’ they thought bitterly. They only listened vaguely to the molly’s complaining as they licked the parts of the scratches they could reach.
Lifting their head when addressed, the feline could only stare at them for a moment. Where else would they be? “I’m sorry, was I meant to vanish before your eyes?” Vixen asked, tone clearly unamused. It was different from their permanently contented tone, something they were usually very careful to keep up. After an undesired fight and new injury, though, it had slipped their mind for just a moment. They’d been about to turn their attentions back to their wounds when a soft thud pulled their attention. Ears perking in surprise as their gaze flickered over the hare’s leg before moving back to the tortoiseshell, their mind mulled over the comment.
Some part of them wanted to bristle at the clear jab at his size. Where did she get off making comments like that? It had never been tolerated from family, they certainly wouldn’t take it from a stranger. The larger part of them settled on the idea that this was some sort of peace offering. As soon as they had settled on this conclusion, surprise was wiped from their visage and replaced with their contented front. “It’s appreciated. You fight well, you know.” They paused, glancing down to the leg once more. Vixen supposed they could make an offer of their own. “I have cobwebs stored away for stray wounds if you feel you made need them. It’s not far from here.”
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Post by runningsky123 on Dec 29, 2023 2:09:07 GMT -5
It is just my luck that right when I start getting back in the swing of replying, I get sick 🙃 yippee, especially since school starts next week. So I might be able to reply, but I’m not betting on it. I’ll reply once I feel better.
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Post by whispering on Dec 29, 2023 17:20:17 GMT -5
The young cat marched on, his tail high, despite the cold that bit at his fur and made his paws numb and sore. The moorland was so open. It seemingly stretched on for miles and miles in the distance, except for where the mountains intercepted. Ember wondered what it'd look like if it weren't covered in snow and decayed plants. He felt a strangely calm in the moor. The forest could make him feel trapped and enclosed, too similar to twolegplace. He shuddered at the thought, giving his cream-colored pelt a shake.
He glanced over his shoulder at his two escorts. Ember felt a bit bad for how sour he'd been with them earlier. If there was any time to make amends it was now. But he would not get that chance, he realized. A dog was pelting toward them.
His fur began to bristle, and fear rippled off of him. And his eyes grew wide with shock as it spoke to them. A dog that can speak to cats! He shot a wild look to Alyssum and Aster before turning to the dog, trying his best to hide his fear. "I was told there was shelter on the farm." ✰✰✰
The molly watched Smoke shivered as he led Percy toward the mountains. They'd trekked through the forest along the treeline, but eventually the trees gave way. And soon after, the twoleg dens vanished as well. Now the mountain loomed before them, and along with it came unforgivable wind that buffeted their fur and made him want to turn tail and go home. But this was a mission, he had to find the puma who'd give him answers.
The gray tabby turned his head as Percy's mew sounded, a faint glimmer of amusement in his green eyes. "Even the great Percy has a weakness!" He mewed in exasperated disbelief. "If only those ancient ancestors could have equipped us with thicker pelts for this mission. To think there are cats who willingly live out on the moorland!" The thought was baffling to Smoke. He couldn't imagine taking refuge in such an open land. Whereas in the forest the tree gave them shelter from weather like this.
He'd never actually saw a puma before. But if they were anything how he'd imagined a lion to look, surely they weren't fazed by the cold winds? "Well they do live in the mountains, maybe their coats are made for these winds. Unlike us."
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Post by whispering on Dec 29, 2023 17:21:33 GMT -5
Lotus
marshlands // with vixen Myst
Lotus only growled, her tail flicking in annoyance. The molly didn't too much spend time with other cats, let alone a cat with a tongue as sharp than hers. Mine is sharper! She wouldn't give this cat too much credit. They helped her drive away the fox, and she'd reluctantly shared her prey in return. That was already too much for her liking.
The tortoiseshell's ears twitched at their offer. Her claw did need tending to. But she longed to return back to her solitude. Stop being so prickly, Lotus. She growled, rolling her eyes, "Alright fine. But after that, that's it. We go our separate ways." Lotus marched over to retrieve her hair, slightly limping due to her injured paw. She'd get the stinking cobwebs and return to her territory to rest. She'd already used up enough energy fighting first rogues, and then the lousy fox.
"Lead the way- and no tricks. Or else I'll make you wish you'd never been kitted." The last thing she needed now was another fight, but Lotus was not trusting of others. Trust brought nothing but betrayal. She was a lone cat, and it'd stay that way until death caught up to her. She probably was in no shape to fight now, but her pride would never be dampened. Still growling, she retrieved her hare and prepared to follow after the ginger cat.
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Post by runningsky123 on Dec 29, 2023 17:55:30 GMT -5
whispering oops! Should have clarified, Heather is a cat! Spark is the farm dog but he’s across the field with Sprite atm
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Post by whispering on Dec 29, 2023 18:18:16 GMT -5
oh shoot, sorry! my brain is a bit wonky today 😵💫
i’ll edit once i’m back on my laptop
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Post by runningsky123 on Dec 29, 2023 18:21:02 GMT -5
oh shoot, sorry! my brain is a bit wonky today 😵💫 i’ll edit once i’m back on my laptop No worries, that’s a mood. It took me a bit to even realize 😅 sick brain is no joke |
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Post by soot on Dec 29, 2023 21:17:28 GMT -5
Sprite
w/ Spark (runningsky123 )
Location // The FarmSprite kept her paws steady, looking over the farmland in a different view than normal. He's, clearly, not as tall as the barn, but being quite this much taller makes her feel like she's on top of the metaphorical mountains. She did her best to avoid accidently using her claws, though she's not quite sure if she did properly avoid running them through his fur, or grazing his skin. Sprite silently apologies, leaning against Spark's fur, inching forward to set her head on top of his, between his ears to get a view of where he's going. She can see why some cats would be a bit wary.. but, "It's.. nice being able to go places, without needing to use my own legs. They get tired quickly." She supplies in return, whiskers twitching amusedly. The group 'little' is something she'll most likely often fit into, so she supposes she'll be able to ride on the dog's back for a while into her life. If not.. her entire life. She really is quite small, Sprite thinks as she glances towards her tiny, cream colored paws. That's not all bad, she guesses, if she can see the world from this view? Spackle
w/ Quinn (whispering )
Location // The TreelineSpackle simply gave her a blank stare, before putting on a grin (fake, as usual) head tilted. "I'd probably do better to listen to that advice, better to dwell less." He says, blue eyes watching her oddly, carefully. He's not one to fully agree with her.. sentiment. Life isn't merely surviving, and she also got one vital thing quite a bit wrong, for him particularly anyhow. He does, in fact, contemplate whether death is better than surviving. While not an inherent want to die, it's certainly not a want to live either.
He's survived, and survived, and survived. What constitutes living? He's enjoyed raising his kits, but that joy fades the moment he knows all it was for, is for them to turn into dust moons later. What makes life worth living, let alone surviving, if the end is nothing?
Ignoring the tinge in his paw this time, keeping a grimace off of his face easily. He's thought about that too, if lying or hiding comes too easy nowadays. He.. can't really remember what he was like, without them.
Flicking his long, white tail, he sets his gaze forwards, lifting his tail to avoid the slightly mushy snow he followed her through. This particular part of the woods brings back a few memories he'd rather not think of. He supposes he has more to live for, than others. Kits. His own life. His friends. (And one in particular he misses dearly.) Keeping his tail twitching gently behind him, adjusting for balance for his slightly more aching paw, more than the rest anyhow.
"Off of such a sour topic. How are you and your dog friend doing? You got quite the catch, Huntress. What does your friend do on her idle time?" He asks, using nicknames is a usual thing, it brings curious reactions, and to be perfectly frank. He's always given nicknames. His mother gave them, 'love', 'dear', 'sweetheart'. Nicknames, an entertaining part of his speech, apparently, as some others have mentioned.
Or offensive. It depends on the cat.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 29, 2023 21:35:59 GMT -5
I'll have replies up tomorrow! spent the day with my mom and sister since I'll have to head back to school soon and then made some brioche and deer jerky with my sister :'>
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Post by Novi on Dec 29, 2023 21:36:46 GMT -5
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 29, 2023 21:38:34 GMT -5
it was all very good!
usually it's not bad going back, it just sucks that it's almost a four hour drive from home to where I'm going to school right now ;w;
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 30, 2023 15:23:08 GMT -5
Comet »
If Comet was being honest the lack of prey was disappointing. Winter was always a hard time, but the gray tomcat still didn’t like the feeling of emptiness that clawed at his stomach like a furious fox. His littermate Star had left their den to try his luck at hunting, and he was a good hunter, but in this kind of weather even the dullest of prey would be curled up inside the warmth of their dens.
The friendly voice of the white tomcat snapped Comet out of his hungry thoughts. His muzzle curled upward in a large smile, fangs shining brightly even in the minimal amount of sunlight. ”You sure do look fluffy!” Comet agreed enthusiastically, taking note of just how thick furred the white feline appeared. ”I bet it keeps you warm in all this winter weather,” the gray tabby pointed out in a more level fashion. ”My pelt’s pretty thick, too, but not like that. I know for sure that sometimes that wind just cuts right through me and soaks into my bones!” As if speaking it into existence a strong wind buffeted through the woods, shaking the bare tree branches and causing a shiver to pass through Comet, the tom trembling momentarily, teeth clattering with the movement.
Once the shivers had passed Comet angled his ears back toward the white tom, eager to hear what he had to say next. ”Jack Frost! Never heard a cat with that name before. Are you named after a donkey? I’ve heard from some barn cats that a male donkey is called a jack.” It was true that Comet wasn’t the brightest of cats in the forest, but when he made a connection with a cat and conversed with them he remembered what the other cat would tell him. That was just a part of the friendly charm that was Comet. ”I can see where the ‘Frost’ part comes from. You’re as white as frost!” A mrrrow of amusement slipped off his tongue and then he added, ”I’m Comet. My littermate and I were named after the skies, something about us being descended from stars.” The gray tabby shrugged as if that comment was just something he could throw out and leave without any further explanation. For Comet it was just common knowledge - he remembered his mother telling both him and Star that they came from a long line of stars, but she had never really elaborated beyond that. Perhaps she had told Star more, Comet wondered. Star had always been a bit more interested in the more thoughtful and philosophical aspects of life.
Alice »
Inside the barn was so much different than the outside. From where she sat atop the hay Alice could still see what lay beyond the doors, how the snow was beginning to cover the ground in a thick blanket. Flurries whirled and danced in the strong gusts of wind as more precipitation fell from the dark gray clouds above. It was bound to be freezing out there; she knew it was freezing out there. The trek from the mountains back to the barn had been cold enough, and that had been before the worst of the storm had hit. Now inside the barn, Alice was protected from the harsh elements that covered the land in a chill. Not only was the barn itself warm, but the hay bales kept in more than enough heat to keep Alice, as thin-furred as she was, nice and toasty.
A low, content sigh escaped her lips, barely audible to even her own ears. The barn was where she belonged. It kept her and the cats she cared about protected. It sustained her and her family of barn cats with ease. And even though humans lived on the same territory, they allowed the barn cats to do as they pleased. Honestly, there was no other place Alice could imagine herself living out the rest of her life.
”It’s not bad at all,” the tortoiseshell agreed in response to Binx’s comment. ”We get to live our own independent lives, but when tragedies strike, the twolegs keep us safe and healthy.” What more could a cat ask for? They got to live free here, do whatever they wanted when they wanted, but they had security. If something terrible were to happen to one of them, they would more than likely live through it.
Alice pulled her gaze away from the barn door and to the shadow that was Binx. She wondered, for a moment, if all these questions were coming from a place of Binx contemplating staying for longer than she had first considered. If the black molly felt comfortable with it she could stay for as long as she wanted. And Alice knew none of her cats would be opposed to a newcomer. ”Every now and then we’ll get a drifter who stays for however long they feel. Rogues and loners will show up from time to time. Some stay for a few hours to catch up with friends, some stay for a few days, and sometimes we’ll get some that stay permanently. All of us that live here now have come from all sorts of ways of life. Some were born here, most just finding this place and staying.” She had already told Binx how she had come to make this her home, so repeating that story would just be a waste of words, but there was some other cat’s origin she could speak of. ”My sister, Wonder, was born here. This is the only home she has ever known.” The barn would more than likely be the only place Wonder would ever live, and if Alice was being honest, she knew that, deep down, a part of her would argue that Wonder wouldn’t be allowed to leave this place. She was an adult now, yes, but Alice knew that she was still sickly and more fragile than most. Being so close to twolegs with access to their powerful remedies and medications kept Alice’s nerves at ease when it came to her sister. Perhaps she’d be okay if Wonder ever wanted to become a permanent house cat, but if she wanted to go off and become a loner or rogue… Just the thought prickled at Alice’s fur. That was something she’d never allow.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 30, 2023 15:25:50 GMT -5
Percy »
The woodland had always been Percy’s home. He had been born and raised there, growing up among the verdant ferns and wide tree trunks. Every now and then he would venture out of the cover of forest and take an adventure out into the open spaces of the moorland; rabbit was rather tasty and made for a long-lasting meal, but Percy didn’t leave the forest once winter hit. The forest was still unbearably cold, but the winds on the moor in the winter were fatal. How cats lived out there in the open all the time went beyond Percy’s own open-mindedness. Those cats surely had a speck of thistle-down stuck in their brains.
The ginger and white tabby pushed that thought out of his mind. It was rude to even think that moorland cats were dull just because of where they preferred to live. Even for as much as he loved the forest, he recognized that the moor had its own pros and its own wonders. His love for the forest was the same love that some cats felt for the moor, and Percy couldn’t fault them for that.
Once he had cleared his mind of those haughty thoughts, Percy’s characteristic lopsided smile returned to his muzzle despite the chatter of his teeth in the cold wind. ”Ah, you’ve found out my greatest foe! The wind of the open moor!” He chuckled, his laughter coiling around his face in a cold mist. ”Perhaps the ancient ancestors of the moor cats had thick winter coats. That’s something I know I didn’t inherit.” As the words slipped off his tongue he fluffed his pelt out even more, doing his best to keep himself warm as the gusts continued to rage around them.
He wondered, then, if the pelts of mountain lions were thicker than he could ever imagine. Surely they were if they lived out in the sheer cliffs of the mountains where the winds and snows were even worse than that of the moorland. Percy shivered once more, but not from the cold. This time it was from the realization that he and Smoke were in the middle of the mountain’s shadows. The puma surely wasn’t far now.
The smile faded from the loner’s face as he glanced ahead. His green eyes were narrowed against the wind, but upon noticing an odd cleft in the near distant mountain base, his eyes widened, pawsteps stopping in their tracks. ”Hey, Smoke,” he started, tail twitching in wonder, ”is that something ahead? That way.” He nodded to where he was looking ahead of them, almost certain there was something different about that area of the mountains.
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Post by Novi on Dec 30, 2023 21:58:54 GMT -5
"Warm enough," Jack Frost agreed with a purr. "Doesn't do my stomach much good, though." When food got really scarce, sometimes he'd have to wander into the twoleg settlement and do some hunting there. He kept that portion to himself. For some reason, the few cats he has encountered since leaving looked down on returning there, even if he was still technically catching his own prey. The only reason he and Marco hadn't stuck around was because they'd seen twolegs catching cats off the streets and putting them right back where Jack Frost had escaped from. Brushing off his worries about food with a mental shake of his head, he settled, passing a paw over his ear.
"Well, my old twoleg kits named me. From my understanding- what I could make out with all their strange yowling and pointing that is- it's somethin' to do with the cold that comes every year. Not sure how donkeys would go with that, but" he shrugged, "what can we say? They're weird." Glancing around, green eyes took in the changing scenery. Whiskers twitching, his ears pricked with interest.
"Stars? That's a much more interesting origin story. My own mother used to tell me stories about cats who lived in this forest long ago and followed the stars. Although, she never specified where they were following them to." Smiling slightly at the memory, he purred. "Warriors of the forest, she called 'em. They protected everything from the darkness. Not sure how you could fight darkness, though." With a shrug, his back leg scratched behind his ear. "It's all probably some moral lesson I still don't understand, even as a grown cat. Never much need for 'heroes' while I was growing up." Admitting it made him feel silly, but those stories were still a comfort to him.
"You and your littermate live in these parts?" Unable to help himself, he glanced around as if he half expected another cat to come wandering out of the woods.
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Post by runningsky123 on Jan 1, 2024 4:36:01 GMT -5
Happy New Year everyone!!!! 🎉🎉🎉
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Post by Myst on Jan 1, 2024 8:19:50 GMT -5
Happy new year!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2024 10:55:22 GMT -5
happy new year!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2024 11:22:29 GMT -5
Comet »
So twolegs had given Jack Frost his name. That made sense to Comet; he knew a good amount of kittypets - much to his littermate’s displeasure - and most of them always had weird names. Not that Comet thought a name was bad or anything, a name was a name and if the owner of said name liked what they were called then there was nothing wrong with a name, but kittypets rarely had names that sounded ‘natural’. Then again, Comet wasn’t a kittypet and he had run into some loners and rogues that thought his name was odd. Apparently not every outside cat knew what a comet was.
The gray tabby puffed out his chest in amusement, laughter bubbling from off his tongue and popping crisply into the cold air. ”Twolegs do sound weird, but they probably think cats are weird.” Yet they kept their feline friends around and most kittypets were treated with love and care, so for as weird as twolegs could be they at least knew how to care for their companions. Comet didn’t think he could ever willingly become a kittypet himself, but he was friendlier toward them than Star would ever be.
While Comet was already eager to listen to Jack Frost, his eyes lit up with a bright fire and a new found excitement when the white tom brought up the tales Jack Frost’s mother would tell the white tom as a kit. He settled himself down into a sitting position, curling his tail around his paws. Even with the snow and the threat of more to come, Comet had no qualms in sitting here for a while just to listen to what Jack Frost had to say. ”That all sounds very interesting,” the gray tabby meowed, whiskers quivering. ”Do you think there could have been cats that used to live out here like that? I don’t know why the forest would need to be protected from the darkness, but it has to mean something, right?” There was something just on the edge of Comet’s thoughts, something that was trying to bring itself up from his subconscious and onto the surface. It was as if a worm had crawled into his ear and was now squirming around in his brain, creating an itch that the tomcat just could not scratch. There was something there, something almost on the surface, something he felt like he should just know or remember…
Jack Frost’s question pulled Comet out of his unobtainable thought. His regular smile returned, pulling at the edges of his muzzle. ”We do! The den’s a little further away, closer to the stream, and Star’s out hunting on the moor right now, but we usually stay in the woods around here. Do you live nearby?” Comet would be surprised if he did. He had never noticed a cat like Jack Frost before, and surely if Jack Frost lived around here Comet would have run into him before now. ”Or do you still live with twolegs?”
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Post by Novi on Jan 1, 2024 13:50:22 GMT -5
Jack Frost purred. He was always pleased when he managed to make another cat laugh, although he suspected Comet was pretty easy to in that aspect. "At least I wasn't named 'Snowball'. You could not imagine the amount of other, white kittypets I've met named that." He shuddered at the memory. "As confusing as the name sounds, at least mine is more creative."
At Comet's speculation, Jack Frost nodded firmly. "Of course I have no doubt cats existed out here. Whether they lived like the stories say? That I'm more doubtful on. I mean, it's not so unusual to come up with stories and legends to make yourself seem more interesting, even if it's just some passing them around to keep kits entertained." Chuckling, he added "it certainly quieted us down for my mother." Still, Comet seemed to contemplate it more. Giving a mental shrug, Jack Frost decided to leave it be.
"Ah," with a nod he glanced towards the stream. "That would explain why we haven't met yet. My friend, Marco, and I have a den closer to the twoleg settlement. And I'm newly wild. This will be my first cold season living out here. Marco's always been a free cat, though."
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2024 15:02:04 GMT -5
Comet »
A long, hearty laugh coiled a thick cloud of mist into the air and around Comet’s face. ”You’re right!” He coughed out as laughter continued to rumble his body, amusement apparent on every inch of the tom’s body. ”I’ve met a few kittypets here and there with that exact name. There was one time,” he started, tail flicking happily back and forth through the thick layer of snow on the ground, ”I was so sure the Snowball I was talking to was the same Snowball I had talked to before. Turns out I was confusing this one tom named Snowball with the molly Snowball I was talking to! How does a cat even do that, mistake a molly for a tom? Star’s always told me that I’ve got nothing going on between my ears.” A warm surge of affection for his littermate spread through Comet’s body, the gray tabby clearly not seeing his brother’s insult as, well, an insult.
What Jack Frost was pointing out made sense - of course cats had always lived out here in the woods and the moors, even the marshland and the mountains, but was the talk about stars and darkness and warriors all just a big myth that mothers made up for the kits? That could be what it all was, but something stirred within Comet, something that came from his depths. Maybe, just maybe, all those stories were true. Maybe there really had once been warrior cats that protected these lands from darkness and followed the stars. And perhaps from those stars Comet’s ancestors had been born; afterall, his mother had always said they had come from a long line of stars…
These thoughts were pushed to the back of Comet’s mind as Jack Frost spoke up about his friend. ”Marco?” He asked, amber eyes scanning the winter-thin undergrowth for any signs of another cat. ”Did you bring Marco with you?” Comet didn’t smell another cat in the area, but perhaps Marco was out a bit further, doing something else while Jack Frost was out here with Comet.
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Post by Light on Jan 1, 2024 22:34:08 GMT -5
 WonderLocation: Barn With: Boz ( soot ) Wonder’s ears tipped up as he spoke, relieved that trees were not the vengeful sort. When Boz went on to describe how some forest cats would mark the trees to claim them as their own, she made a mental note to keep an eye out for that. She wouldn’t want to intrude on anyone’s personal space if she could help it. It was an interesting and foreign sounding concept, claiming a piece of land as ones own. She had always grown up in the presence of others, only finding small havens away from prying eyes. Was it similar in the forest? Or was it as big as come cats said? She broke out of her thoughts when Boz flopped onto his side. She watched him a moment before following suit, pulling her paws in and gently tilting to her side on the squishy material. She settled in a half curled position facing Boz. Her tail lay between them. “Brambles..?” Wonder echoed, her ears tilting back a tad. “Are they very dangerous?”—  CottonLocation: Moor (Near Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) The snow was simultaneously soft and crisp beneath her paws, giving muted crunches as the two cats dashed across the white expanse. Cotton closed her eyes for a moment, revelling in the feel of the wind through her brown fur and the warm energy that pulsed through her legs. When she opened her eyes, she glanced at the small white form dashing beside her. Creamsicle was fast. Better than Cotton had expected. She was almost certain the kit must have some moorcat ancestors. It occurred to Cotton just how much she had missed running with her kittens. This… This was nice. As she watched Creamsicle run, she could almost picture various members of her children running in the white kit’s place. Various pelt colours flashed through her minds eye with each bound they made. Bramble, Thorn, Quiver, Artichoke, Splash… Her mind settled on the last one for another moment. Her eyes shimmered with sentiment, which she quickly blinked away, removing her gaze from Creamsicle and focusing on the horizon ahead. A sudden yelp caused her to swing and slide to a stop, her claws releasing and dragging through the snow. “Cream-?!” She stopped as the white kit tumbled to a stop between her and a thick patch of bracken. Cotton’s taut, battle-ready form relaxed a little, her whiskers twitching as she padded toward the fallen kit. Take your eyes off them for a second, and of course something happens, Cotton thought with amusement. This was something that happened often enough in the beginning, it was almost silly that she hadn’t seen it coming. After a few moments, the kit rose to her paws, shaking snow from her pelt. When blue eyes rose to meet her own yellow gaze, Cotton stopped half a tail length from the young kit. At first, the kit’s expression was unreadable. Cotton’s normally sharp gaze still held a pleased gleam from the run, and her ears leaning forward with mild curiosity of how the kit would choose to react. Her curiosity was satisfied by the kit’s sudden trembling excitement, the tiny cream tail held adorably high. Cotton broke into a rough purr and she took the last step forward, licking Creamsicle’s head. She lowered her muzzle and nosed the kit’s flank and legs in an assessment for any injuries. “Yes, Creamsicle. You flew wonderfully. You have the makings of a great moorcat.”Once satisfied with her assessment, Cotton took a small step back and lifted her head in an assured manner. “Now come. Let us go and feed on our rabbit.” With that, she padded past the bracken patch and around to the top of a decline close to where they had first exited. Their old paw prints from earlier that morning were visible in the snow, large and small side by side~ sometimes overlapped. The prints led down to a spacious dip in the land, at the centre of which, a small crop of rocks stood. Amongst these rocks, one stood taller than the others, casting a heavier shadow across the snow. Yesterday, it might have been hard to see upon their arrival in the snowy conditions. Cotton paused briefly at the top of the decline and glanced back at Creamsicle. (I love that too. XD) (You know how oldest usually get the most discipline and youngest usually get the most spoiled? I have the feeling that years of experience and pondering might make Cotton a bit softer on Creamsicle than she was on her previous children. ^^) —  FrazzleLocation: Forest With: Wisteria and Gardenia ( runningsky123 ) Frazzle perked when Wisteria cheerfully agreed. With a bit of a hop in his step, he padded down the decline and weaved through the trees at a peppy pace. His head would flick in various directions as he padded along, ears perked and eyes intent. At a glance, one might think he was lost, or that he had never been in these woods before. His eyes brightened in recognition and he bounded a couple times, landing in a stop at the base of a partially fallen tree propped securely in the Y shaped branches of another tree. “Jumping kittens! This is one of my favourite climbing spots. I had forgotten how different it looks in leafbare.” Frazzle circled the tree and hopped onto its diagonal trunk, his claws sinking satisfyingly into the cold bark. He took a few steps up the tree, before pausing as a thought occurred to him. He looked abashedly back down at the sisters. This was no time to get distracted. He was on a mission. These she-cats needed a place to call home before the cold night set in. Taking a deep breath and puffing out his chest, he hopped down from the tree and continued forth on his journey. But despite his silent vow to not get distracted, he would stop by the odd naked plant, or perhaps a rock that jutted out strangely from the ground- eager to tell the mollies all that he knew about these things. There was the bramble he had gotten stuck in when he was a young cat, losing nearly half his pelt in the process. The plant with berries that absolutely must not be eaten. The large rock that was always covered in moss, which after some exploration, they rediscovered that it was still green under the snow. Despite Frazzle’s many distractions which ate up a good portion of the day, he had managed to keep his path roughly on track towards their next destination. It wasn’t very far now. The trees became thicker and closer together in this part of the forest, the undergrowth arching above them with interlocking wooden fingers. Despite the more closed-in atmosphere, it was still relatively easy to tread the little maze-like paths. “Where did you used to live?” the orange and white tom asked out of the blue. When he had met them earlier that day, he hadn’t even considered asking where they had come from. But after journeying together for a while, he couldn’t help but find himself a bit curious. “Why did you decide to come and live around here-a-parts?” |
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 2, 2024 7:15:22 GMT -5
Zenith -- 14 moons -- Female Adventurous | Defensive | Oblivious A black and silver cat with long, feathery fur and blazing orange eyes Kittypet | Sylvanclan Relations; Open to all relations (friends/family/housemates/etc.)
Zenith is dissatisfied with the life she lives now. She feels like she has a calling in the wild, and that maybe living pampered isn't what she wants...
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2024 10:23:19 GMT -5
sharkgvts - welcome to the role-play! I'll get you added and you can hop in whenever you feel like it :> I'll try to get replies up today, but no promises! doing a bit of traveling later o:
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Post by Novi on Jan 2, 2024 19:53:55 GMT -5
Jack Frost joined in as Comet regaled his tale of the poor 'Snowball's. While he couldn't say it was an 'easy' mistake to make, sometimes things happened. "Hopefully the misunderstanding didn't end up with claws out." With some she-cats he's met, he could easily see things dissolving. "You and I are feeling a lot more alike, Comet," Jack Frost purred with a flick of his tail.
Shaking his head he yawned. "Nah. Marco is hunting out by a few twolegs spots we frequent. As cold as it's getting, prey is more drawn to those places than ever. Not only for the food, but also since it's warmer. It's his turn on dinner." With a shake of his fur, Jack Frost squinted into the sky. "I keep telling him the twolegs probably wouldn't mind having us around as couple of mousers, but he's adamant about staying away from them lest we land in the same spot I escaped from."
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 2, 2024 21:00:11 GMT -5
(thank you! Hey, real quick, would I be able to have a small house dog character as well? I noticed there were a few but didn't want to make one without asking)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2024 21:55:50 GMT -5
sharkgvts - for sure! I've only got a section for barn dogs right now but if you want to make a dog that doesn't live on the barn you're more than welcome to c":
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 2, 2024 22:34:21 GMT -5
Jasper -- 20 moons -- male
Friendly | Energetic | Clumsy
A small, wiry jack russel mix with green eyes
House dog | TBD
He lives with Zenith and enjoys her company a ton. They have been best friends ever since he met her
(Relationships/friendships/etc. open)
EDIT: Forgot his name WHOOPS
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Post by Myst on Jan 3, 2024 13:31:30 GMT -5
Gonna try and get replies up tonight or tomorrow~
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 3, 2024 20:10:42 GMT -5
gonna add jasper!
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 3, 2024 20:27:30 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Had this tumble happened just days before then Creamsicle would have lay there on the ground defeated. She would have given up, desperate to drown in her own self pity after all the tragedy she had experienced within a short amount of time. Such a tumble would have been the end for Creamsicle, with her spirit broken and her want to survive at an all time low. But now the young kit had Cotton. She had somebody who was willing to let her stay, and not only that, but Cotton was taking care of her and was going to teach her all the things that Splash couldn’t. The heart in Creamsicle’s heart was still heavy, and would always remain, but Cotton made the burden of grief easier to handle. Having the old molly around made life look a lot less dark and all the brighter. And perhaps, one day soon, Creamsicle would be reunited with Splash.
…If her mother was even still alive.
But those dark thoughts were for another time.
A squeal of excitement rolled off Creamsicle’s tongue, the young kit purring violently underneath Cotton’s gentle touches. ”The moor was so scary before! But now I think I like it.” There was still a tingle of unease when Creamsicle remembered just how open and exposed she was to the sky. Back in the forest she had the trees to cover her from above and thick-trunked trees to hide her from anything down below on the ground with her. The moor had thick bushes and tangles of thorns here and there, but it was still so much different than the woodland she had known for her entire life.
While Creamsicle didn’t have to be told twice and bounded after Cotton like a tiny hare, the kit was still eager to run along the snowy moor some more. ”Can we do that again later? I think I could run for longer next time!” Trying to prove her point Creamsicle bunched her back legs and, gathering all the energy she could into them, pushed off from the ground, gliding through the air until she landed back on the ground with a thud and a powder of snow splashed into the air. Wide blue eyes alight with mirth glanced back at Cotton, following the older cat until she was once again beside Creamsicle. Trembling happily she fell back into step with the ticked tabby, skipping and hopping along every now and then. She paused only when she noticed Cotton looking back at her. The kit puffed out her fur and smiled a toothy grin back at Cotton.
[ oh yeah! That makes a lot of sense, especially given how soft Cotton already seems to be with Creamsicle. This kit is gonna get so spoiled and is gonna be a mess when she’s older xD ]
Comet »
A mrrrow of amusement escaped Comet, his whiskers giving a twitch of laughter. ”No claws came out, but Snowball wasn’t all that pleased at first. She ended up being a really nice molly, though.” Unfortunately Comet had never been able to hang out with her anymore after that interaction, and it wasn’t from any lack of trying on Comet’s part. The last few times he had visited her twoleg den to see if she was around he had found no signs of her. He wondered if she typically stayed inside all the time and that one time they had interacted had just been a coincidence. Either way, he still thought about her from time to time, wondering how she was doing and if she ever thought of him as well.
That made sense to Comet. Usually it was Star who did the hunting for the two of them, and while Star would never voluntarily hunt near a twolegplace, Comet understood the reason for why prey would want to seek out places like that. Twolegplaces provided shelter, and twolegs could be rather messy, always leaving out prey scraps and other odd items. Prey found all of those things to be attractive, and Comet wouldn’t deny that sometimes he found himself attracted to the oddities that twolegs left behind. He visited twolegplace more than his brother ever did, and not just to talk and make friends with kittypets.
”My littermate doesn’t like going near twolegs either. He won’t even hunt near them unless there’s no other option.” Star had never quite explained to Comet why he avoided twolegs like greencough; they had never had a problem with them, but then again, Star had always been avoidant of just about anything that didn’t benefit him, and Comet had never really pushed it before. Why probe his littermate when there was no reason beyond curiosity to do as much? Star allowed Comet to stay, and he didn’t want to mess something up and Star end up getting tired of him and chasing him off.
A question then popped into the gray tabby’s mind. He cocked his head, curious amber eyes locking onto Jack Frost. ”If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to you? Or, I guess I should ask, what did you escape from?” Comet had assumed that when the white tom had mentioned ‘old twolegs’ earlier that he was just describing his twolegs as old, but now Comet was starting to wonder if Jack Frost was even still a kittypet or not.
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hopefully going back won't be too bad)
