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Post by Novi on Jan 12, 2024 0:30:04 GMT -5
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.
Jack Frost sighed. It was a question he'd been struggling with himself about for ages. "Twolegs are odd, but they don't do things for no reason necessarily. Their reasons might not always make sense, but" he shrugged, "then again I don't understand cats all the time either." As for the question as to whether he was sick, he frowned. "I'm not sure. I didn't feel sick. And I don't right now. But I've also seen cats return from the cutters better than ever so they must know something. And some cats," he shook his head. "some cats don't even know they're sick. Or they're too stubborn to admit it." Briefly Jack Frost wondered if hearing voices in his head was considered sickness enough for a permanent trip to the cutters... but how would twolegs know? "Marco thinks I give them too much credit," brushing the thoughts away, he continued. "I don't think he gives them enough." Smiling ruefully, he added "Guess that means we even out." |
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 12, 2024 0:45:25 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || Neighborhood || Kenny]
"Kenny, huh? I like it. I think I knew a cat named Kenny when I was a kit... Haven't seen him in ages." Zenith had finally cleaned herself to her internal satisfaction. "Then again, neither of us have really seen our kit and pup friends ever since we were young."
Jasper nodded slightly and frowned. "I meet dogs in the park sometimes, and they're nice and all, but I'd love to see some of the friends I met while I was in cageplace, even if it's just to see how they're doing." Jasper sounded a bit sad or disappointed... It was hard to tell what the emotion was, but it wasn't really a happy one.
Zenith looked at the kit again. "So, where were you from originally?" she asked. She wondered if he was a wanderer of the forest, but why come here?
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Post by Myst on Jan 12, 2024 8:58:23 GMT -5
 Vixen -- The Forest | With Lotus - whispering While the growl didn’t phase them, they couldn’t help but wonder why she’d hung around even this long. Most either struck out at him or walked away in annoyance only minutes after speaking to him. Not her. No, she’d snapped back with sass matching their own. As interesting as it was, now they both stood here, injured. Ultimately, though, Vixen would still blame the canine for even approaching them. And at the offer of food, the feline supposed offering medical supplies was the least they could do. ’Wouldn’t need them if she’d just moved on.’ The thought was bitter, but they couldn’t help it.
“Fine by me,” Vixen huffed. They would be the last to object when it came to going their own way once more. They lived alone for a reason and saw no reason to change it up now. Leaning down to pick up the severed leg, green eyes glanced up at the rest of her words. Tricks? Ha, as if they had any energy left for such things. “You wouldn’t be the first to do so. Regardless, I can’t imagine either of us desire to collect more wounds.” The molly would surely overpower the ruddy tom, anyway. While not weak by any means, they new there were cats out there far stronger, and they were quite sure she was among them. If it were to come to that, they’d be sure to leave her with something to remember before being dispatched.
Picking up the leg that’d been offered up, Vixen turned to face the tree line with a quick flick of the tail.. The first few steps they took were labored and heavy, each move coming with renewed pain flaring across their back. Mangy mutt, marring the coat they worked so hard to maintain. No matter, they’d just walk slower than normal. And so they did, leading the way from the marshlands into the trees without so much as another word. Before long the pair reached a partially felled tree with some of its root system exposed.
Vixen slunk between the roots like it was second nature, letting themselves into the shaded space. The area was spacious enough for two, though it was clear the fox-like cat was the only inhabitant. It was clear they were more on the meticulous side – everything had a place, and nothing was in the way. The hare’s leg was dropped in their dedicated kill pile atop of a couple of birds they’d managed to catch a day or two prior. Immediately after, they gave a vague nod toward the main body of the tree where the roots began to converge. The cobwebs were stored in a neat bundle inside the heartwood beside a small collection of catmint and juniper berries. “In the trunk there, take as much as you need.” Once the tortoiseshell was done, they would tend their own wounds given that they could actually reach them. Even if they couldn't, they wouldn't be caught dead asking for help.
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice - Feathertalon Watching the snow fall through the wind here was nothing like at home. Sure, the abandoned twoleg nest sheltered her from the worst of the elements, but by no means was it warm. The building was well worn, some parts of the upper level having become exposed due to creeping holes in the roof in recent moons. Anytime the weather was rough, she spent her time wondering when it would end. The barn, though, was far different. Without the cold seeping into her frame, the molly was able to watch the snow in awe, admiring its beauty from the safety of the hay bale they were perched on. This was far from her first snow, and yet she could bring herself to look away from it.
Despite how her gaze didn’t waver, Binx took in the other’s words with ease. The idea of two legs being present at all left her a bit wary, but the older of the pair seemed to value her independence. So, if she said the twolegs left them alone unless necessary, then she’d take her at her word until proven otherwise. As she continued on, she finally found it in her eyes to pull her gaze away from the open barn door to Alice so she could listen more properly. How interesting, everyone being okay with other showing up and simply staying for however long. "It sounds nice - finding a home by chance. I can see why they stay."
At mention of a sibling, the black cat tipped her head slightly. That’s right, she’d mentioned that why her mother had brought her here. “Really?” Binx murmured. Orange eyes flickered to the barn doors again. Sure, she’d spent most of her young life holed up in the pines, but she’d taken herself to other places. She liked to think that she’d ventured through a fair sized chuck of the woods and at least a small portion of the marshes once. “Has Wonder ever traveled? You know, gone with you to see other places before coming home?” It was nice enough here, but the idea never leaving didn’t sit right with her – she couldn’t fathom how any cat would stand such a thing.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 15, 2024 10:12:05 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Colorful movement grabbed Creamsicle’s attention quicker than a hawk on a mouse. The kit watched in awe as the feathers that hung from the den’s roof swirled and danced, a wide assortment of colors displaying themselves from above. Had Creamsicle not been so full she would have jumped to her paws in an attempt to reach out and grab the feathers, but curled up against Cotton, warm and well-fed, the kit had not the energy to grab at the feathers. But she stared at them intently, watching as they put on a show until Cotton’s voice redirected her attention.
A trill of laughter sprung out of Creamsicle as she was given options for different stories. She pressed her paws excitedly against Cotton’s flanks as if that would help her think and decide on what story she wanted to hear. ”Can I hear them all?” She asked despite already knowing the answer. It was getting late. Cotton would only have time for one story tonight. ”What about the lucky rabbit? Or, hmm,” she pursed her lips in thought, eyes narrowing, tail twitching. Did she want to hear about the lucky rabbit right now? It would be fun to listen to it right after eating rabbit, though. ”But I need to know why the cat left its home, but the legend sounds like a really good story, too.” Creamsicle huffed in frustration at her inability to decide on what she wanted to listen to before falling asleep tonight.
That’s when she got an idea.
She pushed herself up to her paws to look right at Cotton. ”What story do you wanna hear?” If the old tabby had a preference then she could pick what tale was told tonight, and no matter what she picked, Creamsicle would be happy.
Comet »
This was all very interesting to Comet. Until now he had never heard of something like this, of a strange place where multiple cats were taken and then sometimes brought to the cutter to never be seen again. He wondered what the reason behind that place was and why twolegs even did such a thing. What Jack Frost had said, that twolegs did things for a reason, made sense to Comet, but he still couldn’t fully wrap his head around all of this.
He fluffed his pelt out against the wind that was kicking up. A few flakes of snow drifted into his face, dappling his whiskers that were twitching to rid them of the precipitation. Comet glanced toward the sky; the clouds weren’t as dark gray as they had been the day before, but they still rolled along the heavens in a coat of dove gray. More snow was sure to be on its way.
Amber eyes drifted away from the sky and back toward the white as snow tom that Comet now deemed a friend. He smiled. ”Well, no matter why they do that, I’m glad you’re here now,” he purred, puffing his chest out happily toward Jack Frost. They had only known one another for a few minutes now, but already Comet was quite happy at having run into the other tom. He briefly wondered if he should invite Jack Frost back to his den, but he held his tongue as the thought of his brother came to mind. Star wouldn’t be too pleased to see a stranger in their den. In fact, Comet knew that his littermate would be incredibly rude to Jack Frost despite Jack Frost being a very friendly cat.
This got Comet to thinking once again. ”Your friend Marco sounds like my brother. Star doesn’t like twolegs all that much, either,” he mewed. He couldn’t help but wonder how Marco and Star would get along, though Comet already knew that Star would not be pleased about that either. Similar or not, Star was not the type of cat to let newcomers in.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 15, 2024 10:13:28 GMT -5
Alice »
Having freedom to roam and do as she pleased meant a lot to Alice. Knowing that she could go wherever and always have a place back home in the barn gave the tortoiseshell a comfort that not many feral cats had. She had just expressed all of this to Binx, telling the black molly about how much freedom living at the barn gave a cat, but the moment Binx brought up her sister traveling an uneasy itch ran down her spine.
The idea of Wonder exploring beyond the barn’s borders left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Alice’s stomach. What would happen if Wonder ran into an aggressive fox or some other cat that thought claws dealt with problems easier than words? What if she ventured so far out that she got lost and couldn’t find her way back home? There were a lot of ‘what if’s to this scenario, and the more Alice thought about them the more she realized just how hypocritical she was when it came to her personal beliefs and then her sister.
But she didn’t let this discomfort control her. She recomposed herself, sitting straight and presenting herself taller. ”She hasn’t,” the molly replied easily as if she hadn’t just been unsettled. ”Wonder’s never really expressed a desire to explore, and I’m not sure she ever will.” While Alice sounded so sure of herself and her opinion of her younger sister, she couldn’t help but think about what would happen if Wonder ever got a taste of adventure and wanted to begin trekking away from the barn and farmland. Again there was an uneasiness that settled into the pit of her stomach like river silt, but she ignored it. ”If she does though, I’d like to be the cat that takes her exploring. I trust my barnmates here, but I’d like to be there with her outside.”
When it came to her other barnmates, Alice didn’t mind for them to come and go as they pleased, but with Wonder… She couldn’t allow that. She didn’t think she’d even let that happen. Too many things could happen to her sister, and the last thing the tortoiseshell wanted was to find her kin dead by some accident that could have easily been prevented.
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 15:25:31 GMT -5
(Heya, Light! Just a double check. I was wondering if you’d want to have the ‘day’ sort of end for Wonder and Boz, and continue with another interaction, or something like that? If you’d like to continue with these two, or use some other characters? I’m happy for either! I’ve got Zee open currently, and I think you might have another open? So if you’d like to have an interaction there?) |
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Post by Light on Jan 15, 2024 20:38:01 GMT -5
(Hey Soot! Sounds good! I just read Feather’s “Alice” post above and I’m getting hyped for this. XD And I look forward to developing interactions between Alice, Boz and Wonder~ Maybe the Boz fam too if they get involved. Alice hesitant about Wonder going out into the dangerous world. Boz inspiring her with ideas of adventure. What happens when it all comes together!? -jigs in excitement-)
(And yes. I could definitely introduce Killer to Zee if you’d like. ^^ I could write a starter if you’d like.)
(I’ll get a Cotton response up tonight or tomorrow. ^^)
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 20:48:43 GMT -5
(Oooo, just read it as well, that’ll be interesting for sure- And I’d be happy to have the Boz fam get involved! Especially just general intersections, Zee will be a bit of a wild ride, lol, he’s an odd one. And the contradicting ideas! When it all comes together, it’ll be very entertaining to write, that’s for sure!)
(And that sounds great, if you’re up for it of course! I’m sorry for so many late responses, and I’ll be doing my best to get them up a bit quicker c:)
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 21:19:29 GMT -5
BozW/ Wonder ( Light ) Location // The Barn Boz’s ever curious green, swirling eyes watched as Wonder settled down next to him, following suit. His tail tip curled, nudging against hers in a.. slight attempt at reassurance. The way her ears tilted, and her tone- he.. seems to keep on- ah, getting a fearful reaction from her. At least once or twice.. maybe he should shift the conversation to a less- unknown topic, per se? His ears tilt in his slighting wandering thoughts, brows furrowed as he looks at similar green eyes.
“Brambles can be dangerous, but all they’d leave are scars, if even that, and.. maybe a new fear.” He starts, tone more quiet and oddly genuine. “But that’s one of the things about.. the forest, exploring. It’s- an unknown. But I think.. finding those new things is worth a few pokes or scrapes from brambles.” He pauses, Boz’s ears tilting, eyes widening just slightly. His head lifts, quick to clear any misunderstanding. “Not that I try to get hurt.. but I think living my life without knowing… compared to getting a few scars, and knowing more? Not just for knowledge, but- an experience.”
Boz trails off, staring at her, head tilting as he sets them back onto his paw, his injured paw tucked carefully to the side now, ears lifting to their slightly rounded point. “They do hurt though, I know what they look like, so watch your step and they’re easy to avoid. The main thing about them that’s a tinge of an issue, is the thorns on them, little pointy pieces of branch, get caught in your fur like a burr.” He adds, tone more light, whiskers twitching by the soft, shorter fur in his nose bridge, the rest of his fur rising at a cold breeze.
He lifts his head again, licking at his teeth. He’s not too hungry anymore, and he’s not even that tired. But Zee might be coming back soon.. as much of a social butterfly that Zee is, he never leaves Boz alone too long without being checked up on. Flicking his ears, he stretches his back legs carefully, making sure not to even graze Wonder’s fur as he does. After that, he crawls forward similarly careful, Rawlings until he’s just by the fence, where there’s a few open parts leaking through. He rests his head on of the openings, multicolored fur and muzzle sticking out through the other side, and his green eyes brightening. He leaves space for Wonder next to him as he sinks a bit further into the.. odd plushy material, making sure to flick his tail in an offer. After, his tail swishes in a slightly cheery manner as he spots a few roaming cats, that ever familiar foxy, unrestrained laugh somewhere off in the depths of the barn.
Cat watching, his second favorite, under sky watching.
(I figured maybe we could end with your next post, with them just going about the day watching other cat pass byers, making curious comments about them. And just leave the rest for how a normal day might go?) |
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Post by Light on Jan 16, 2024 0:12:50 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton finished the rabbit while the indecisive kit pondered which story to choose. She finished it off with ease and pushed it aside. The old brown molly hummed a chuckle as she licked her lips. Some kits would jump at the opportunity to choose, but on the other paw, that was often when they had more knowledge about the choices. It would make sense that Creamsicle, who didn’t know any of these stories would struggle choosing one. The question had been a sort of test. Even though Creamsicle had been hesitant about the idea of catching rabbits, she still seemed eager to hear the story. Though the story was under different circumstances, the cat who left home was supposed to be reminiscent of her own experience leaving home. It would do well to introduce her to the expectations of life out here. Since many young cats seemed to be in awe of legends and stories of that sort, she had mentioned the legend of the moorcats to see if that would appeal to Creamsicle. However it seemed Creamsicle had no preference, simply a desire to hear whatever she could. With the rabbit bones out of the way, Cotton looked down at Creamsicle with a slow blink. “What I want to hear? Well, tiny one, telling a story isn’t quite the same as hearing a story. So a better question would be; what story would I like to tell?” she corrected in a clear but not unkind tone. She tried to hide the glimmer of amusement in her sharp yellow gaze. She closed her eyes then and lifted her head. “But to make things easier, I’ll start with the story of the lucky rabbit.” Cotton partially opened one eye and peered down at the kit by her side through a slit of yellow and black. The corners of her mouth twitched in a slight smile and she opened her eyes to look ahead as she gathered the story in the forefront of her mind. She gave a sidelong glance to the rabbit remains beside them. “Rabbits are elegant and nimble creatures of the moor, many of them are able to change their fur to blend in with the season. They are oft a moorcat’s favourite meal- plump and juicy, and large enough to feed yourself and your family well.” Cotton leaned down to lick her front paw and began to clean her muzzle by swiping it with said paw. “And they are fast. They give us a reason to truly r-“ she glanced down at Creamsicle as she thought of the little run they had shortly before. “-to truly fly across the moors. And while any prey brought home is a blessing, to bring a rabbit home is an honour, both to yourself and your family. Well. There was a young hunter named-“ Cotton glanced up at the feathers once more, thinking of one of Creamsicle’s obsessions. And with only the slightest pause, she finished her sentence. “-Hawk.” It was a good strong name, thought Cotton with a satisfied dip of her head. “And one day, he was determined to catch a rabbit for his family.”—  WonderLocation: Barn With: Boz ( soot ) Wonder’s breath caught for a moment at Boz’s touch and glanced down at their tails. She softened a little, relaxing a little under his touch and meeting his furrowed gaze with an appreciative gaze. How had she ever come to meet such a considerate friend? What had she done to ever deserve this? Though her ears shifted up a little, they did not completely rise. When Boz went on to explain the answer to her question she listened intently, her ears perking a little more so she could hear each word. Her flickering green eyes were almost hungry for his words of wisdom. She winced at the idea of getting scars from such a horrid plant, and she cast a brief glance at her perfectly smooth, unmarred pelt. What was it like getting a scar? She had seen some barncats come into the barn with fresh scars marring their pelts after journeying beyond the barn. It seemed to be something that could hurt quite a lot. Her wide gaze quickly whipped back to him when he told her that it was worth getting those scars. Her initial shock softened a little when he quickly clarified. “But just how many scars must one recieve to get all the answers?” Wonder mewed quietly, her ears tilted back and her voice hushed with the weight of the question. Was it truly worth it to sacrifice ones self for the sake of knowledge and experience? Wonder followed his gaze to his paw. Had that venture been worth it? Or all the others before that. She lifted her eyes back up to meet his. Knowing him, she doubted he regretted it much at all. The young tabby calico’s ears remained tilted back as he went on to talk about the bushes, shuddering a little at the thought of falling into such a thorny trap. “Whatever they are, they sound absolutely dreadful.” If she planned to go to the forest, she must learn what they looked like as soon as possible so she could give them a wide berth. She watched Boz crawl forward, his tail swishing more cheerily once he peered through the the crack in the fence. Some of the tension that built within Wonder faded, and she let out a deep breath. It was no use clinging to such a frightening topic right now. She’d much rather see Boz happy, like this. After a few moments she crawled forward into the space he left for her. She peered through the gap, her ears perking and spirits lifting as she eyed each cat who roamed about within their line of view. The chatter within the barn held an optimistic lull that soothed the soul with the comfort that one could only call ‘home’. She peered through the side of her eye at Boz, who had his head resting on the fence rung with his muzzle practically sticking out. Wonder’s whiskers twitched with mirth at the sight, and she decided to try something similar to him and rest her chin on the rung~ though didn’t stick her white muzzle out nearly as far as Boz had. This was one of the things she found they held in common. They both loved cat watching. It was an activity she did often before she met Boz~ always watching from those hidden places where she thought no one would notice her. She could do this all day if she so desired. And with Boz, it was far more enjoyable. “Oh no. I do believe Bengal has torn up his nest again.” Wonder mewed quietly, eyeing the scattered remains of the nest amongst a collection of other nests. Just how did he manage to completely destroy his nest each night? Was he unable to lie still while he slept? The poor tom. “Do you suppose he gets enough sleep at night?” she asked in a soft whisper, scanning the barn until she spotted him by the fresh kill pile, trying to decide which piece of prey to eat. (Sounds good! I tried, but may have left a few too many open endings. And gaps in between. ^^' Whatever you feel inspired to do.) (No worries! Tis all well. Gives me a chance to chill and catch up on other things. ^^) (I will get up a Killer starter maybe tomorrow or the next. We’ll see. ;3) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 16, 2024 9:09:18 GMT -5
[ i had a lot of fun with alice’s last post. I’ve known she’s protective over Wonder, but know i realize she’s even more so than i thought, especially at the idea of Wonder ever exploring beyond the farmland. If she finds out about Boz getting all these ideas into Wonder’s head… It’ll be interesting to see how that plays out o: Also, classes start back for me tomorrow so i may end up getting really sporadic with replying again ;w; ] Creamsicle »
Creamsicle waited in silence for as long as she could, hoping to give Cotton enough time to think about her choices. When the kit decided that she had waited long enough, she pressed her paws against Cotton’s side - not enough to hurt the older molly, but she put just enough pressure into the touch to get the tabby’s attention. She looked to Cotton with wide blue eyes eager to hear what story was going to be chosen. ”Cottooon,” she mrrrowed with mock displeasure when the old cat went on about how hearing a story was different than telling a story. Creamsicle didn’t care about those differences right now! She just wanted to hear a story, any story. She was antsy for a tale, and the longer Cotton took the more squirming the kit did.
Finally, Cotton had made a decision. This paused Creamsicle in her tracks, the kit’s full attention on what she was about to hear. She fell still, head raised and ears perked straight up in inquisitive curiosity.
”The lucky rabbit…” She breathed to herself as if needing to confirm aloud what story Cotton had picked. Creamsicle already knew this was going to be a really good story, and as Cotton started it, her beliefs were merely confirmed. This story was going to be amazing.
Creamsicle managed to remain still and quiet until Cotton got further into the story. Upon hearing a certain word, the little kit flipped over onto her side, paws once again pressing against Cotton in an excited stretch. ”Hawk! Did he catch any hawks, too? Or did he have to catch the rabbit first?” Cotton had told her earlier in the day that before she could catch hawks she had to catch rabbits. Had that applied to Hawk as well? Was that why he was trying to catch a rabbit so he could graduate to hawk hunting? Her fur trembled, eager to know what the answer would be. |
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Post by soot on Jan 16, 2024 16:29:16 GMT -5
BozW/ Wonder ( Light) Location // The Barn Boz gave Wonder a considering look at her question, eyes careful on his paw. Just how many would he be willing to get? “Too many.” Is his reply, after a few moments, “No one cat can have all knowledge. But.. well, of course I’ll be careful, you always should. But I think scars can… hold experiences that aren’t always bad.” Boz says, the to tom’s bleached and black fur bristling in amusement. He nods lightly, whiskers twitching. “You would not be wrong at all. Though they are quite useful for making a protected area. There’s this alcove that Spackle made. It has brambles all covering its ceiling, and walls that cats could get through. There’s only one opening.” He explains, ears titling.
“But it’s beautiful inside. Leaves growing along the brambles tl make green walls, and there’s moos all over the ground, and even a few flowers.” He adds, before he’d moved to crawl, muzzle sticking out of its place on the fences rungs.
He glance over, looking at the nest Wonder mentioned, his eyes squinting. He’s been awake quite a few times, hearing Bengal rustle around in that nest. He sends a slight glance over to his friend as best he can from where he’s settled. “Oh he gets plenty of sleep.. he just dreams often..” He mumbles in reply, watching curiously as the cat picks his.. what, Boz thinks it’s safe to assume it’s his favorite type of prey, with how often Bengal snatches it from the pile.
He settle in further to his spot, tail swishing idly behind him. He wonders what Bengal dreams about. For such a fuss in his sleep, maybe he dreams of hunting? Maybe even running, through the woods, or an open field? Glancing over, he sticks his head through further on the rung, tail swishing still. He makes Idle comments, or injuries about passing cats, tone quiet, but ever curious. And Boz of course, answers any questions he’s able to that Wonder asks, and making up ideas on what certain cats might do. And even mentioning dreams, what they think each cat might dream of.
Paradise, nightmares, cats they’ve seen, or wish to meet. Things from the past, or things that have yet to come, and might never come. (You’re all good! I hope this is alright? It can be the end, or you can do another reply if you’d like. I tried to make it so you could have either, haha ^^’ And I’m excited to throw my chaotic little ball named Zee at someone! It’ll be interesting, and entertaining, lol.) |
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 17, 2024 18:34:39 GMT -5
Kenny
He/Him - 6 moons - Loner/Rogue
Location: Street;Twolegplace - Activity: Scavenging - Tags: Zenith, Jasper
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Post by Light on Jan 17, 2024 23:20:46 GMT -5
CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton blinked at the kit as her little paws pressed against her side the second time. Her whiskers twitched in amusement. She had almost forgotten how excited kits could become. It made storytelling more enjoyable for her as well. To Creamsicle’s question, she shook her head. “No. Hawk was far too young and inexperienced to go about catching hawks. He knew the powerful winged creatures weren’t something one should typically pursue on the moor.” Her gaze flicked down to peer at Creamsicle as she spoke, wondering if Creamsicle would accept the veiled instruction. “He held his name with pride because hawks are great hunters, strong and fast and able to fly across the moor with ease. And it was such he desired to be on his search for a rabbit.” Cotton stood then, the fur on her side feeling cool once it shifted away from Creamsicle. She gave a short stretch, lifting and settling each of her legs which had gathered some stiffness from sitting so long in one position. “I’ll finish the story in the nest,” she meowed to Creamsicle, making her way to the large soft nest and stepping inside. She circled once and settled on one side of the nest, partially curling in a comfortable position. Then she looked back at Creamsicle, waiting for the little white flame point to join her before continuing. “He crossed the moors, passing over hills, by small copses and through thick grasses. He was partway through the tall grasses when he heard a sound.” Cotton’s eyes widened a little for dramatics, and her voice became hushed. She usually wasn’t one for dramatics, but after years of storytelling to many generations, one couldn’t help but add a little fluctuation for the maximum effect with the kits. “It was a very faint rustling from not very far ahead…” (Hope this is a decent pace. ^^) (Yeah! I look forward to it too! :3 Aw, we'll miss you, but life comes first. ^^ Best of wishes with school!) (Also Feather, I have a question. Soot and I were planning to introduce a couple of cats to this rp, mates in fact. We were wondering if it'd be alright if the molly was pregnant.)
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Post by Light on Jan 17, 2024 23:23:39 GMT -5
(That's perfect Soot! ^^ Wonder will take those words in deep thought, likely just nodding with a deep thoughtful if not concerned expression.)
(Killer post coming up. I'll try to get it done tonight. If not it'll be tomorrow.)
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2024 10:19:27 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Hearing about Hawk’s name and the what it meant, Creamsicle couldn't help but wonder what her name meant. Her mother had told her that she had named her litter all after twoleg things, so that if they wanted to become true kittypets once they were grown, they could transition easier into that life. That explanation had been good enough for Creamsicle, and never once had she thought about diving deeper into the meaning behind her name. Did her name even have a meaning? Perhaps it did to a twoleg, but she doubted she’d be able to ever ask a twoleg what the word ‘Creamsicle’ meant.
Bummed about knowing that she would never have an answer as to what her name meant, Creamsicle wasn’t entirely happy about having to move now, either. She had already gotten comfortable and warm against Cotton where they lay, despite knowing they had only made a space there to eat the rabbit. The kit let out a groan as Cotton moved away from her, leaving her side exposed to cool air that had been circulating around the den. She fluffed out her fur as she reluctantly got to her paws, tail flicking unhappily from side to side as she marched over to Cotton. As soon as she made it to the nest she threw herself back against the old molly’s side.
It took Creamsicle a moment or two to get herself comfortable and back into the story. As soon as she was once again immersed in Cotton’s storytelling, the kit had a question tingling at the tip of her tongue. ”What was it, Cotton? Was it a big giant snake?” She shuffled inside the nest in anticipation, eager to know what Hawk the hunter had heard.
[ thanks, Light! C:
Of course! I typically don’t let people join right away with expecting queens/queens with young kits is because i know there can be issues with people doing that and pestering people to make their character a mate, but since the two of you have already figured it out and talked about it, it’s all good! i may or may not be interested in claiming a kit once theyre born if that’s alright? owo
Also, just for everybody in general, i’ve been meaning to go through and delete all the inactive members and i’m finally going to be doing that before class today. Ya’ll can go through and check to see if any of the deletions affects any of your characters or not, and if something has changed because of that let me know and we can figure something else out c: ]
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Post by Myst on Jan 18, 2024 22:13:59 GMT -5
screeeeeee
I'm excited to see the kits when they join the world c:
After this weekend I will hopefully be more active - I'm getting a pc built so I won't have to use my work computer anymore c':
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2024 0:16:57 GMT -5
(Awesome! Thanks so much Feather! ^^ And you're totally welcome to one. Fun fact, they would be cousins with Creamsicle! :3 I can update you on some of the ideas we had if you'd like.) (I'll try to get a Cotton reply up soon. It might be tomorrow though. ^^) ---  KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Open A large scarred tom padded through the snow on the ground, leaving a furrowed trail in his wake. A sharp cold wind blew, but did little to penetrate his thick pelt. Killer looked out over the open moor, his grey-green eyes sharp as he appraised the open land. The moors were so open and white, a fantastic sight, though unfamiliar to the lands he usually patrolled. He had visited the moor before, but had never gone very far. Killer paused and looked back, his glare scanning the white edge of the moor that nearly blended in with the pale horizon. It was the first time he travelled far enough into the moor to leave the treeline beyond his sight. Killer was starting to wonder if he should head back. As far as he could see, there was nothing out here. No prey. No cats. Nothing but open rolling snow as far as he could see. The large tom stopped and began to turn, but then he saw something flicker in the snow- white against white. He squinted and took a step forward. Long white ears lifted into the air and the hare whipped around to look at him. Energy pulsed like lightning through his limbs and when the hare turned tail, he raced after it with long powerful strides. The hare was fast and nimble upon the snow, gradually lengthening the distance between it and the lumbering predator behind it. Killer was not accustomed to running across the moor~ his large muscular form was not built for speeding over the snow like the rabbit. His large paws gripped the snow well enough, but though he pushed his legs to go faster, the rabbit went even faster yet. But Killer was no quitter. If he couldn’t match its speed, perhaps he could outrun it in a test of endurance. Far ahead of him, the hare dashed under a fence and into the moorland beyond. Killer’s glare sharpened and he slowed his pace, coming to a stop before the fence, letting the hare get away. This fence… Why was it here? He looked behind him, and though he couldn’t see it, he was certain the twolegplace was far in that direction. He returned his gaze to the fence before him, built with bare trees and strung together with thorny vines that smelt of iron. Then what was this doing all the way out here? He plodded along the fenceline, peering into the moorland beyond it. (Resting expression as he looks around:) |
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Post by soot on Jan 19, 2024 1:46:31 GMT -5
Hey Light! Loving Killer already, haha! I was wondering if I could throw Zee at Killer? Just wanna double check!)
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 19, 2024 2:10:06 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || Neighborhood || With Kenny]
Zenith nodded sympathetically. "I guess I was lucky in that regard. I stayed with my mom until I was a bit older, then I went to live with our housefolk now..." She purred quietly. "She's still in the area at least, though it's been a minute since I've seen her."
Jasper looked once more out towards the woods. "Have you ever been out in the woods before? I'd love to see it. It's full of terrifying things, though. Maybe that's just something my mom told us to dissuade us from going there, though." he asked the kit.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 19, 2024 8:29:36 GMT -5
[ I’d love to know the ideas!! ]
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Post by soot on Jan 19, 2024 13:05:07 GMT -5
Zee W/ Killer (@Light) Location // The Farm Fencline The clouds were gone, and with them gone, it leaves any warmth insulated below them to be gone, up into the expanse that is where the far, far away stars reside in the sky. Not that they were visible of course, the blue tom supposes the large, occasionally circular moon is indeed visible. Back to the idea at paw, it’s cold, and the snow is slightly blinding, which is quite a bit visible where the tom is sat, along the edges of the fence of the Barn. Looking out over the large expanse that is the moors, an ever, oh so familiar and well traveled expanse. When it’s like this, the tree line of the forest, and the river.. it not a teensy bit visible from this height.. not even a graze of leafless trees. Just white, shining bright white that he admires with wide eyes. That is, until he sees a flash of black in the distance, eyes squinting from where his head is titled. It only takes Zee a moment to realize it’s a cat, pelt unfamiliar, and slightly intimidating in size, and not to mention speed.. though they do seem to be struggling then tiniest bit when crossing over the snow. They.. seem to think brute force through the snow is more efficient than lifting your paws over it. Gliding, per se. Welp, he supposes he can admire the.. determination. Or is stubbornness more accurate? Either way, he’s delightfully intrigued. So. With one last keen glance at where the cat seems to be running towards, and he almost feels bad for the hare.. but than again, it seems like one of them is winning the race. Zee turns his head, dropping from the fence, onto the ‘inside’ side of it, bounding forward, dainty paws lifted above the snow before he comes to a stop, eyes on the large form behind the fence. He lowers himself, taking a few steps forward, letting the hare slip under the fence, and taking off. He didn’t spare it a glance, popping his head up at the exact same moment the other cat does, a tom if his scent is true to them, his yellow eyes curious, but friendly. “I don’t think we’ve met before.” |
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2024 15:25:59 GMT -5
(Feather: I'll send a message with the info. ^^) (Soot: Killer post will be up next. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. ;3) CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton noticed Creamsicle’s displeasure, but kept a steady gaze upon her until she flopped back against her side. Only then she gave a short nod of approval before delving back into her story. Luckily, the kit’s soured mood didn’t last long. At Creamsicle’s question, Cotton’s eyes glittered and she smirked the tiniest bit before going on in a hushed voice. “The young tom crept forward, weaving silently through the grass until he reached a small clearing. There it stood. Brown with long ears, larger than the average rabbit. It was the lucky rabbit his mother had always told him about. Hawk’s breath caught in his throat. Catching a lucky rabbit was challenging, but it would feed his family better than a normal rabbit.” The brown molly lowered her head as if she were the one who was stalking the rabbit, her sharp yellow gaze intent upon the entrance of the den. “He crept close as he could- and when he was just about ready to strike, the grass rustled, alerting the lucky rabbit of his presence.”
Cotton raised her head, her eyes alight with the story of the hunt and her words became faster and more intense as she continued. “But Hawk didn’t let that stop him. Knowing his cover was blown, he dashed forth with no hesitation. He knew that if the lucky rabbit was given a chance to get up to full speed, that it could run faster than a cat could. Lucky rabbit’s are faster than normal rabbits, you see. Just as it reached the grasses on the far side of the clearing, he managed to snatch its haunches. The creature squealed in protest, nearly smacking him with it’s powerful hind legs and breaking free, but thanks to all of his practice catching rabbits, he was able to finish it off with a deft bite to the neck.”The brown molly closed her eyes then and her earlier excitement in the story calmed. Her voice was a tad sore from the effort she had put into the story, which resulted in some croakiness in her meow. “Not all catches can be perfect, especially when trying to catch something as challenging as the lucky rabbit. But when he brought it home that day, though he was tired and sore from the long journey carrying such a large meal along with him, his family was elated to see him. They were impressed by his catch and they feasted bountifully in celebration. They all slept soundly with full bellies that night.” Cotton opened her eyes half-lidded and looked down at Creamsicle at her side. |
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2024 23:56:29 GMT -5
KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) On the other side of the fence, Killer no longer saw the moor beyond, but a grey-blue face that rose in near unison with his own. The large tom stared wordlessly as the blue tom spoke. He looked down upon him without lowering his head. He sensed no aggression from the other tom, but something was fishy about his friendly manner. Did he have backup? Was that why he did not seem to guard himself? Killer squinted a tad before looking from the left and then to the right while keeping his head stationary. It seemed no other cats were nearby for the moment. Several seconds seemed to pass before Killer deemed to give a response. “No. I don' believe we have.” His brow rose before he spoke again. “Is that'a problem?” Killer’s voice was a deep rumbling sound, his last question sounding almost like a threat. (More Killer expression inspiration:)   "Is that a problem?" ~ Killer
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Post by soot on Jan 20, 2024 0:37:48 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (Light )
Location // The Farm Fenceline Zee watched every little minuscule emotion on his face with that odd sense of glee he always feels when meeting someone new. A new adventure, journey, challenge. He watched as the room glanced around, eyes slightly squinted as he searched for something, someone perhaps? Ah, one of the cautious one, Zee supposes? His dark blue tail tip swishes to the side slightly, head tilting, eyes still curious as the other tom responded. That just made him straight gleeful at the underlying threat in his tone. Letting the tom have just a teensy bit more personal space, still to close by man cat’s standards, even his, but it makes for an interesting first impression. Zee’s own brow rose, letting out a quiet trill, slightly ignoring the second set of words besides the slight caution of.. well, claws. “Then I should introduce myself. I’m Zee, and it’s a pleasure to meet you..?” He trails off, intent an obvious social que. His whiskers twitch, a slight, lackadaisical smile on his muzzle. He just knows this tom would intrusive Spackle, he always does like to have as many ties as he can, knowing everyone that he’s capable of. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 20, 2024 17:40:19 GMT -5
[ killer as tatsu makes me extremely happy ]
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Post by Light on Jan 20, 2024 18:55:55 GMT -5
(Ooh! You know it? XD I stumbled upon the show shortly before coming up with the idea of Killer and I loved it! His expressions are largely based off of Tatsu.)
(Will try and get a post up tonight)
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Post by soot on Jan 20, 2024 21:57:23 GMT -5
(Heya! This is going to be the molly gal, Caci!
Caci — 27 moons — Female
Considerate | Mediator | Protective
A lithe molly, with a silver, black blotched coat. Her tail is particularly long, and her ears come to a somewhat rounded point. Her face has small little sharp spots that start on her muzzle, and rain down onto her cheeks. And her eyes are an eye catching, bright yellow.
Loner | Deciding
Background: Caci originally came from a Canadian town, before the two legs her family had been staying with traveled, and took them to this little two leg town. Caci as since moved to live as a loner.
Kin, Father | Lilac, Mother | Emillia , Brother | Cairo, Brother | Camden, Sister | Ciel
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 20, 2024 21:57:54 GMT -5
[ oh nice! I love killer even more now and now he needs a wife
Also I should have my creamsicle reply tomorrow! And I’ll add Caci as soon as I can! ]
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Post by Myst on Jan 20, 2024 22:02:58 GMT -5
Based on the inspo I already love Killer dearly m, big excite to see more of him
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