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Post by Light on Jan 4, 2024 0:19:45 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Near Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) “Good.” Cotton was pleased that Creamsicle seemed to enjoy running enough to improve her opinion on the moor. She almost broke into another purr when Creamsicle expressed wanting to go at it again. It was at this time she stopped at the top of the slope and glanced back. There the kit stood, puffed out with a wide smile. Cotton’s chest pulsed and grew warm, as if her heart had grown past its usual bounds. The dear tiny furball was a kit after her own heart. “Of course we can. After eating, how about you try it out some more.” “Now be careful here. It can get a little slippery in the winter.” Cotton turned away and stepped down the slope, her steps careful and nimble as they dragged the snow, creating a clearer path for the kit to follow. She followed their initial pathway, as to avoid potential ice patches. Her kits used to enjoy sliding about on those ice patches, but with Creamsicle as small and fragile as she was, perhaps it would be better to introduce her to them later. Especially since she had already tumbled not long before. Knowing kits, she might not even have to introduce the kit to it. Creamsicle would likely stumble upon it soon enough. Cotton reached the bottom with ease and peered back at the kit’s progress. (If all is well, she goes on to pad through the shallow valley-depression-thing and to the uncovered hole of their burrow-like home.)(Might be cool if it had a hidden backdoor tunnel for emergencies. ^^) (Cotton is also a bit extra soft now because she still considers Creamsicle to be young, not at full health and new to the moor. As they settle into routine, she will put her paw down more.) |
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 4, 2024 2:27:45 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || The Neighborhood || Both open to interaction]
Zenith stared out the window into the backyard. She heard her housefolk rattle some food in an attempt to get her to come eat, but ignored him, disinterested. She heard the little taps of the dog's claws hitting the hard floor as he trotted over to eat his dry and bland food. Soon, the front door closed. The dog stopped eating to go look out the window, watching the car drive off. As soon as it was gone, the dog came back into the room. "He's gone, Zen." Jasper, the small dog, called to her. Zenith stood up and stretched, jumping down afterwards. Her purple collar's bell jingled annoyingly as she hopped down. It was a nuisance to her, and to hear it every single time she moved was even worse. She said nothing as she walked past him, and squeezed through the dog door, waiting for her companion patiently. He easily pushed through the door's small entrance. "What's bothering you, Zenith?" he asked.
Zenith looked over at him. "Oh, uh... just thinking about things... This isn't all our life is, right? Doing the same thing over and over again and eating the same things again?" She looked through a hole in the splintery wooden fence. "Do you think there's more over there?" She looked back at the dog, "Beyond the neighborhood in the woods?"
Jasper thought before motioning for her to follow. "I think so. My mom used to live in the woods before she eventually came into the town. She used to tell us stories and legends before I got brought here. She gave up the life she loved because she was sick, and couldn't take care of us, or herself, alone..." He looked around before going behind a doghouse in the yard. Zenith followed.
There were evergreen bushes behind the doghouse which sheltered a hole underneath the fence, large enough for both of them. Despite it being cold and everything else seeming more dead, it still sheltered the hole wonderfully and was the most vibrant living thing in the yard. The two slipped through and went on their way, traveling down the street together.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 4, 2024 9:59:57 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Creamsicle could have stayed out there longer running across the moor, but she did have to admit to herself that she was getting just a bit hungry. She also had not been aware of it earlier, but the chill in the wind was starting to get to her, nipping at the ends of her pelt and sinking down closer to her skin. Now aware that she was starting to get cold, the kit subconsciously glanced toward the sky. Cloud cover remained, thick and gray. There would no doubt be a second snowstorm.
Pulling her attention away from the sky, Creamsicle glanced back at Cotton, a question forming in the back of her mind. Cotton had had kits before, taking care of Creamsicle wasn’t the first time the ticked tabby had raised young. Because of her experience had she known that Creamsicle was starting to get cold and hungry without the kit herself realizing? The thought of Cotton knowing something about Creamsicle before Creamsicle knew it about herself was mystifying. Would Creamsicle ever be able to do that? If she ever became a mother of kits would she eventually learn how to tell when something was happening before the cat realized it? She felt like that was something she would never be able to learn, but just a few days ago she didn’t think she would ever be away from her mother and littermate, and now here she was, walking across the moor without them.
Cotton’s issued warning snapped Creamsicle out of her thoughts. She perked up, looking toward the ticked tabby with a curious gaze barely masking the hunger that was now tugging at her stomach. ”How slippery does it get?” She asked before taking a cautious step down the slope. When her paw was met with stable ground she inched on downward, not eager a second time to explore everything that the wintery moor had to offer. ”Do you ever slip?” Another cautious step followed by another, until eventually Creamsicle was just a tail-length away from where Cotton now stood. Taking in a cold breath of air Creamsicle took the last step down, eager to settle in beside the older cat.
[ i like the idea of an emergency back door! It would make sense too - i know other animals like mice and foxes do things like that with their burrows.
That makes a lot of sense. Im curious to see how Creamsicle will react when Cotton starts to put her paw down more. Some interesting interactions are bound to come from that. ]
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Post by Light on Jan 5, 2024 18:00:23 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor (Near Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) At the bottom of the slope, Cotton stopped to let Creamsicle catch up. “It depends on the weather. It might not be so bad now, but some years we will have weather just warm enough to melt some of the snow. Then when night comes, that melted snow turns to ice. Several seasons ago it was so bad we had to go through the bushes.” She indicated the other side of the clearing with jerk of her head. The bushes that ringed the top of the south side helped keep the snow from melting, which in turn, guarded the slope from ice. The only downside was the steeper slope and having to crawl through the thick bushes at the top~ which could hardly be done with any grace. She watched as the tiny ball of white fur landed with a soft thump in Cotton’s last set of paw prints, and was reminded that this kit seemed to have a more cautious nature. At Creamsicle’s last question, Cotton gave a single nod of affirmation. “Yes, of course I have.” When the kit came up beside her, she turned to continue the short trek to the shadowy entrance of her den. “Did you know there is a trick to dealing with it? If you shift your body weight just so and keep yourself balanced, you should be able to slide across it instead of falling over,” Cotton added as she stepped to once side of the entrance and motioned with her tail for Creamsicle to hop in. "Unless it is an upward slope. Then you'd be better off trying elsewhere."(Yeah! I just kept thinking of how if some sort of predator got in their, they’d be totally cornered. ^^’ And this is supposed to be Cotton’s painstakingly built fortress of safety. Surely it’d have decent defence/escape measures. XD) (I look forward to it as well! Sounds like fun. :3)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 5, 2024 21:20:30 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
The kit didn't know much about ice, but hearing Cotton talk about it made the young kit wary. If ice was anything like snow, then it couldn't be all that bad, but if ice made it difficult to walk back to the den this way then surely it had to be bad.
Creamsicle's tail twitched in thought, thinking back to yesterday when Cotton had misheard her name and referred to her as Cream Icicle for a few hours. Was an icicle a bad thing? It sounded like the word ice. Did Cotton think Creamsicle had been named after something bad when they had first ran into one another? Had that made Cotton dislike her at first? Creamsicle shook her head; even if Cotton disliked her at first because of her name, it didn't matter now. Cotton clearly wanted the kit around. If not, the kit would have been chased away long ago by now.
Amusement perked the young feline right back up at the thought of Cotton sliding on the slippery snow. Creamsicle thought of Cotton as unshakable, a cat that could look danger right in the eye and fight. The old molly had seasons of experience, and she seemed so wise, so the thought of her tripping over her own paws brought a chuff of laughter out of Creamsicle.
"Like what you showed me with hunting?" The question rolled easily off Creamsicle's tongue when she realized Cotton was explaining to her how to walk on the snow. Thinking back to the hunting lesson moments ago, Creamsicle shifted her weight throughout her body, putting equal parts pressure on each leg. Carefully she balanced herself all the way into the den, huffing loudly once she was inside. "It's warm in here!" She pointed out the obvious, fur slowly smoothing back down onto her slender frame from where it had been fluffed out to protect herself against the cold.
[ for sure, I really doubt Cotton would let anything have the chance of cornering her or any of her kits. there's a reason for why she's been around for so long, and it's not because she's stupid! ]
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Post by Light on Jan 5, 2024 23:52:45 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Upon Creamsicle’s laugh, Cotton gave her a short look and considered clarifying her point. But when Creamsicle continued, she decided to let it go. Cotton blinked at her question before donning a small smile. Creamsicle was a quick learner. “Yes, it is similar.” She waited until the kit hopped into the den before picking up the nearby grassy bundle in her jaws and proceeded to step backwards into the hole, setting the bundle in the entranceway. Letting it go, she stepped back and gave her job a quick once-over. Satisfied, she turned back toward Creamsicle, meeting the kit’s blue gaze for a moment and letting out a mildly amused huff at her obvious comment. It indeed was warmer in here. Cotton’s bristly fur turned slightly less bristly as she turned and stepped down the short entrance and into the first cavern. “Good. That means it’s working.” She brushed past Creamsicle as she spoke. As she padded straight through the first cavern, she didn’t stop to look at the musty old empty nests that lay about around the edges of the cavern. Scuffs in the dirt and bits of grass left evidence that the nests had once been gathered in the middle of the room. (Lol, yep. ^^) (And if you would like any old collectable of Splash’s to be somewhere in the den, feel free to have it anywhere. ^^ Whether it be among Cotton’s collection of gifts and prizes, or among the old neglected nests.) (Also- I'm not sure if you've seen this lil pic I doodled once, so I'll post it again just in case:)
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Post by Novi on Jan 6, 2024 0:46:36 GMT -5
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.
Jack Frost chuckled. "I don't think I'd be very please either, truth tell." Still, it was nice to hear things ended well for the other tom. Nodding in understanding, he shrugged. "Twolegs are always a mixed lot. You'll find some decent ones- mine had been of the sort-, but we've definitely encountered some not so kind ones. They're easily dealt with, though." At Comet's question, Jack Frost wondered how to answer. Not necessarily because it was hard to, but he wasn't sure how much knowledge the wild cat would have and he didn't want his opinion of twolegs going down exactly. Marco had been extremely against interacting with them directly after his escape. "Well, my twolegs were good to me. But eventually they left me in a strange place. I don't think they wanted to," his whiskers twitched. "The place was... well, I was kept in a small space which was rather uncomfortable." Given his size, he had to strength diagonally or simply run into the wall. And even then he barely fit. "We were fed and cleaned up after, same as normal. But it was very boring. Twolegs would come by every so often to look at all of us and some would leave with them. But others... they'd leave with the ones who took care of us and not come back." Gazing up at the sky, his tail swished against the forest floor. "Marco said... well, Marco said the ones he followed were taken to the cutter and buried shortly after. I told him they could have been sick, I've been to the cutter before, but..." he shook his head. The cats who left had never smelled sick. "It was easy to guess when the twolegs would take another cat. Their behavior changed. When it seemed like my time came," he shrugged. "Marco helped me break out." |
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 6, 2024 9:46:04 GMT -5
Sin (Nickname: Sindy) -- 84 moons -- She-Cat (Molly)
Calm | Quiet | Curious
A pale ginger tabby with white paws and fern green eyes. She is an older kittypet but has a strange dream one night in the comfort of her Twoleg home...
Kittypet | Etherclan
Kenny -- 6 Moons -- Tom
Exciteable | Adventurous | Brave
A bright ginger tom with white paws and sage green eyes. He was abandoned by his kittypet mother as a young kitten and has been a loner ever since.
Loner/Rogue | Sylvanclan
- Rose (Mother)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 6, 2024 21:40:35 GMT -5
attiechan.wcrp - welcome to the rp! I’ll add you as soon as I can, but you can rp whenever you want c; sharkgvts has a starter up if you wanna jump in there!
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 6, 2024 22:15:16 GMT -5
attiechan.wcrp - welcome to the rp! I’ll add you as soon as I can, but you can rp whenever you want c; sharkgvts has a starter up if you wanna jump in there! Thanks!  Happy to be here! |
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Post by runningsky123 on Jan 7, 2024 1:02:22 GMT -5
I have found a new favorite pastime: making potential Flawila kit designs lol
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 7, 2024 2:07:51 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || Neighborhood || Tag: Kenny]
Jasper's nose twitched when he caught a whiff of something, or rather, someone.
"What's got your interest suddenly?" Zenith asked, looking over at him.
"There's another cat nearby!" He replied. His tail wagged slightly. "Maybe it's another house cat?"
Zenith sniffed the air. It was definitely another cat, but the scent of this one didn't quite have the scent of other house cats she's met. "Not sure. I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out..." She replied. The two followed the trail, and not too long after she stopped, motioning for Jasper to stop as well. The two saw a smaller shape scavenging through one of the giant trash cans. Zenith had dug around one or two of them herself, but never really found anything of interest or usefulness- just whatever junk was thrown out. "I'm gonna go see what they're doing." she muttered to her companion
Jasper looked at her. "Sure, and I'll come with you-"
Zenith put a paw on his chest to stop him. "It might not be a good idea. If it's a kit like I think it is, and if it's never met a friendly dog, they might try to attack you," she replied. This had happened on a few occasions previously and had made interaction with anyone difficult for both of them.
Jasper looked a bit annoyed, yet he couldn't argue with her. He had been attacked before and almost lost sight in one of his eyes this way. "Fine... If things go sour, though, let me know." He sat down and watched the cat slowly approach the other.
Zenith walked over near the can and watched him briefly and curiously before saying anything. "What are you doing?" She asked. "There's not really anything valuable in the giant cans..."
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 7, 2024 19:18:04 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || Neighborhood || Tag: Kenny]
She stepped back slightly, watching the tiny cat jump. She watched him trying to play it off like nothing happened at all, giving Jasper a confused stare. Jasper looked just as confused as she did.
"Riiiight..." she turned to look at him again. "Well, why would you be looking for food here? Don't your housefolks feed you at all?" She asked. For the first time she noticed that unlike her with her violet collar with the bell, and Jasper with the cloth bandana, he wore nothing around his neck. Sometimes cats escaped without their collars on, but he looked a bit skinnier than a regular house cat. His fur seemed a bit dirty and unkempt. "Ugh, your pelt is a mess... Your housefolk must not take care of you very well." She said a bit annoyed, flicking her tail as she hopped up besides him and began grooming his fur.
"Are you sure he's even a house cat?" Jasper asked, getting up and walking over to the two. "He doesn't smell like any of the other ones Ive met. Maybe he's a wanderer..."
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 7, 2024 20:50:51 GMT -5
Kenny
He/Him - 6 moons - Loner/Rogue
Location: Street;Twolegplace - Activity: Scavenging - Tags: Zenith, Jasper
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 7, 2024 20:52:52 GMT -5
gonna try getting replies up tomorrow! work was hectic this weekend so i am simply mush
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Post by Novi on Jan 7, 2024 20:54:12 GMT -5
all good and felt. during the week, i have like no energy ^^" hopefully it was still a good weekend tho |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 7, 2024 20:57:34 GMT -5
that's a mood
it was! I love my job but we were really short staffed this weekend so we really had to rush to get through everything each day
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 7, 2024 23:14:57 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || Neighborhood || Kenny]
She didn't really answer him until his fur was much better cleaned up. "There. Now you don't look like you were dragged through the dirt-"
Jasper put his paws on the can, using one to smack her ear. "Cut him some slack, Zen!" He growled softly to her, then turned to him. "I'm sorry about her. She grooms my fur a lot too- she's picky about that." He sat down. "So, you ARE a wanderer, huh?" His tail wagged slightly. "My name is Jasper, and this is Zenith." He motioned his head to the large cat who was now washing her own long pelt. "We live not too far from here- couple of nests down the other way." He pointed with his nose in the direction they just came from. "Do you live around here as well, then? We haven't seen you on our explorations before."
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 8, 2024 12:13:40 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
It wasn’t until now that she was deep underground that Creamsicle realized just how cold she had gotten from being outside. Her steps behind Cotton grew quicker as she followed, and a sense of weariness was starting to drag at her bones. A yawn split her maw wide open, and soon her stomach gurgled with hunger that she hadn’t realized until just now. It hadn’t seemed like they had done a lot on the moor just now, but apparently they had done much more than her body had been aware of.
For now she walked in silence, glancing around here and there at the dens they passed by. Creamsicle took notice of some of the knick-knacks and old nests that lay about, dusty and unused for some time. It was something she would mention once they were in the main chamber and eating on the rest of the rabbit. It was probably old nests from some of Cotton’s kits, but Creamsicle would be sure to ask once she had a nice meal in front of her and a nest of her own just steps away.
[ i’d love for some of splash’s things to still be around! Im sure there’s quite a few pebbles and probably even feathers here and there that she brought to Cotton
I didnt see it! Oh my goodness, that’s so cute ;w; i love the expressions on both of them! And your style is just adorable ]
Comet »
Comet listened, entranced, to Jack Frost’s story. The gray tabby didn’t have that much of an opinion on twolegs - he didn’t dislike them like his littermate did, but he didn’t go seeking them out, either. If they were around then they were around and Comet could easily make do with that, it wasn’t like he actively avoided them. From what he heard from kittypets about their twolegs, they seemed to be rather nice for the most part, wanting to do what was best for their cat. They never sounded malicious when a kittypet was talking about them, but this story Comet was listening to made twolegs sound suspicious.
His tail twitched back and forth, eyes narrowing and jaw tightened as he listened. His chest tightened in sympathy for the white tom; how could a cat still be so friendly after everything that he had went through? The place where he was sent sounded horrific, and knowing that some cats were just brought to the cutter and never returned…
One question slipped off his tongue despite having a wide assortment of inquiries and comments floating inside his brain. ”Did the twolegs just…kill cats for no reason?” Sure, Jack Frost had said that perhaps those cats had been sick, but what if they hadn’t been? Jack Frost just mentioned that the twolegs had been about to do that to him. Had Jack Frost been sick? ”Were you ill when it was your time?” He asked, ears perked forward, body leaning closer to the white tom, eager to hear the answers.
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Post by runningsky123 on Jan 8, 2024 22:24:08 GMT -5
Hoping to get replies up in the next couple days, this cold will not fully go away and I’ve been stuffy and not able to sleep so it hasn’t been fun 🙃
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Post by Light on Jan 9, 2024 8:38:42 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton padded from the larger burrowed den, straight to the smaller one through the short tunnel that connected the two. The further inside they went, the more chilled and prickled tension Cotton could feel subsiding from her heated pelt. Cotton stepped into the den and circled the nest at its centre, eying it as she passed. It was the same place Creamsicle and Cotton had slept last night. In leafbare, it was always warmest in this den. She could remember previous years when the cold season became nearly unbearable... Even though her kits were old enough to sleep on their own, they would all bring their nests into this den and would huddle together with Cotton. It had been so warm. Cotton's heart squeezed as she tore her gaze away from the nest, her paws taking her onward to the back corner of the den. It had never been the same living on her own. The rabbit had stiffened since yesterday. It might not be quite as warm and delectable, but it would still taste good and give them the energy they needed. It would just be cooler and require more chewing. She pulled the rabbit out from wall and circled it to seat herself between it and the wall. She beckoned with her tail for Creamsicle to come and take her pick of the remains. She would wait for the kit to start eating before digging in on her side. There was plenty of rabbit left. They hadn't had the chance to eat very much before the storm blew in the other day. The old molly could feel the pull of hunger within her. The combined cold and the scarcity of prey always made the hunger more demanding in the leaf-bare, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. This kit however, must be quite hungry by now. And yet the little ball of fluff had never once complained today. (Sweet. ^^ Thanks! Twas fun.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 9, 2024 10:27:05 GMT -5
Hoping to get replies up in the next couple days, this cold will not fully go away and I’ve been stuffy and not able to sleep so it hasn’t been fun 🙃 oof that sounds awful; hopefully you'll get rid of that cold soon! |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 9, 2024 10:38:54 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Creamsicle had no qualms in taking her spot near the rabbit and digging into it the moment Cotton pushed it over to her. The rabbit had gone stiff from death and the cold, and while the meat was rougher in texture and harder to bite through, Creamsicle managed to crunch through it with relative ease. She was hungrier than she had thought, which made it all the easier to dig right in even if the meat was no longer as fresh as it had been the day before.
After a few more bites that was large to Creamsicle but surely small in reality, the flame point let out a low hum of contentment, lazily pushing the rabbit back closer to Cotton. "You probably wanna eat some too," she mewed, offering a mixed grin of amusement and embarrassment. She wouldn't have forgotten about Cotton's need to eat, but had Creamsicle been able to eat more than just a few bites, she would have sat there and eaten her entire fill before thinking about how Cotton needed prey just as much as she did,
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Post by Light on Jan 10, 2024 18:25:07 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton watched the small flame point kit take ravenous bites, her keen gaze blinking patiently. Her tail tip leisurely flicked by her paws as she watched, entirely entertained by watching the kit eat. With each morsel the kit chomped down, it almost felt as if her own hunger was being satisfied. How long ago was it since she last had a mouth to feed? Too long. Creamsicle was slowing down and after a low hum, nudged the carcass in her direction with a grin. Cotton blinked, staring at the kit for a few moments. This generosity. It was unusual to say the least. But perhaps it was because looking after one kit was different than looking after a litter. Her own kits would scramble and fight over the prey, and eat their fill until nothing was left. Cotton could remember having to keep them in line, in order to make sure they each got their fill. It was always the overly considerate ones that would get gypped if she hadn't intervened. Often times, when their appetites outgrew their bodies, she would leave herself with the smallest serving. She’d always try to do it in such a way that the kits wouldn’t notice. Sometimes they thought she was hoarding the best parts for herself. They could be greedy little things, but looking back, Cotton remembered it all fondly. Cotton merely flicked an ear in acknowledgement of Creamsicle’s words and leaned forward to eat her fill. She could take more comfort in doing so since the kit had eaten more than last time. Leafbare was the most important season to put a little extra meat on the bones. Soon all that was left were small bits of meat on the bones of the carcass. The worst of Cotton’s hunger had been put at ease, but she casually nibbled at the bits of meat left on her side of the carcass. There were several more sizeable chunks left on Creamsicle’s side. She motioned with a gesture of her head for Creamsicle to join her. It would do no good to keep the meat much longer than they already had. (Random tidbit: I'm thinking her father used to maintain the tradition of giving thanks to the stars for his food. It isn't something she habitually does, but she does think of it sometimes. She may have done it a few times in her lifetime if she thinks of it.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 10, 2024 20:44:48 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
As Cotton began to eat her portion of the rabbit, Creamsicle turned her attention to grooming her pelt out. Now full and no longer cold from the outside, she could feel where parts of her pelt were ruffled and unkempt from the day’s earlier frolic on the snowy moor. She rasped her tongue along her chest, purring in comfort at the rhythmic strokes. She smoothed down bits of her chest fur before noticing Cotton pushing the rabbit carcass back toward her.
Creamsicle’s ears perked up. She slowly pulled her head away from her chest, a small pink tongue still hanging out from her mouth as she looked at the rabbit and then back up to Cotton. Did the old molly want her to eat more? The rabbit was mostly bones by now, but there were still a few good sized chunks of meat that clung to the rabbit’s haunches. The kit’s stomach churned at the thought of eating more. She was already full from what she ate moments ago.
Her nose wrinkled up toward Cotton. ”I don’t want anymore,” she mumbled, getting to her paws to shuffle over closer to Cotton, plopping down against the rogue’s flank. She had been on the edge of starving earlier, but once she had let the food settle in her stomach, she knew eating any more would be a mistake. ”You can have it all, okay? And,” she paused as a yawn split her jaws wide open, ”you could tell me a story while you eat. Like the star cat you told me about.” Creamsicle was sure Cotton had all sorts of stories to tell, and now that she was warm and full, a story while she groomed herself before bed sounded better than anything else.
[ I like that! There’s probably other little subtle traditions that continued with other cats that still happen, yet they have no idea it’s from the old clans ]
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Post by Myst on Jan 11, 2024 6:18:44 GMT -5
sorry I perished - I had to move temporarily and I lost the replies I'd be working on ;-; I'm working on them nowwwww
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Transgender
attiechan.wcrp
Hi everyone! Can't wait to get the hang of this site!
Pronouns: He/Him, It/It's is also ok
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 11, 2024 21:36:10 GMT -5
Kenny
He/Him - 6 moons - Loner/Rogue
Location: Street;Twolegplace - Activity: Scavenging - Tags: Zenith, Jasper
OOC: I feel you guys.. this week HAS been hectic lol
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Post by Light on Jan 11, 2024 21:38:12 GMT -5
(Hope you feel better soon, Running!) (Aw man! Isn't that the worst when you have to redo and start everything from scratch. Best of wishes Myst!) --- CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton licked her muzzle, watching as the kit wrinkled her nose at the thought. She frowned, but after studying Creamsicle and considering how well she had eaten today, she decided to let it go. It wouldn’t be good to force the kit to eat more than she could bear. She felt the young cat flop against her, and the fur between them warmed. Cotton watched the kit yawn between her words, and the brown molly’s expression took on something between amusement and mild pondering. Creamsicle sometimes seemed a bit mature for her age. Hooking her claws on the rib bones of the rabbit, Cotton rotated the carcass so the meaty side was facing her. “You want another story, hm?” Cotton’s tail flicked in thought, her gaze lifting to the feathers that hung from the ceiling. She let out a deep breath, the shifting air causing them to flutter and twirl in a myriad of colours. She watched the pretty sight for a few moments, as if they could strike inspiration. By the time they settled back into stillness, she had come up with a few options. She looked down at Creamsicle. “Mmm, alright. Which story would you like: The cat who caught the lucky rabbit? The cat who left home? Or the legend of the moorcats?” Giving the kit time to decide, she leaned forward to clean off another bone on the rabbit. (Yeah! ^^) |
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