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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2024 0:56:03 GMT -5
(About Killer: Aw shucks! Thanks guys! <3 Haha, one day he may find himself a wifey. ;3 I guess we'll just see how the rp goes.) Artichoke -- 29 moons -- Male Proud | Confident | Obsessive Short furred white tom with striking copper-yellow eyes. Rogue | Undetermined Mate is Caci. Mother is Cotton. Littermate is Splash. Other siblings are Quinn, Solomon, Quiver.
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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2024 2:27:19 GMT -5
 KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) The blue tom looked suspiciously gleeful at his words. What nefarious plots might be going through his little head? When the fenceline stranger shifted away, Killer’s brow lowered. Backing off was a sign of submission… unless it was just a ploy to let his guard down. Killer focused on his senses, his ears and nose on high alert so he might catch onto anyone who decided to sneak up from behind. It would be easy to spot anyone coming on this wide open land, but if he looked now, he would be tipping them off that he was onto them. Despite his suspicions, however, the only thing he could hear was the breeze across the moor and the voice of the young blue tom as he spoke up again. Killer could smell no other recent sign of cats in the near vicinity. A breeze brought a faint whiff of other cats from the other side of the fence, but no other cat was in view on the open lands behind the blue tom. He truly must be patrolling this border on his own. Killer glared down at the brave young cat. Though the blue tom had backed off a little, he still stood within Killer’s reach~ if barely. He had to respect the young tom’s bravery, standing within the line of attack and speaking with very little sign of fear. It reminded Killer a bit of an old pal he once had. Perhaps Zee -as he called himself- truly had no ill intent. It took a moment for Killer to realize that Boz was expecting him to respond. His jaws parted a little. Since this tom was likely not a threat, he might as well take a go at a friendly response. His plumy half-length tail rose in greeting. “Killer,” he meowed at last in his rumbling way. He tilted his head in an attempt to mimic Zee’s earlier head tilt and let a blood curdling grin spread across his face. “The pleasure’s all mine.” His words almost seemed to drip with ill intent and his teeth gleamed sharp in the sunlight, though the large tom neither approached nor backed away. (XD) (More expression fun:)   "Killer." ~Killer  "The pleasure's all mine." ~Killer's attempt at appearing friendly (unfortunately sounds like a killer who is intent on striking again!  ) |
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Post by soot on Jan 21, 2024 14:25:28 GMT -5
Zee Location // The Farm Fenceline it didn’t take Zee long to figure out why the large, scarred tom’s ears perked, eyes seeming to refrain from twitching. Zee’s sharp, teeth filled grin only brightened at the stark, intimidating glare, his hackles not raised even a tinge, his short fur only raising at the biting breeze that made his ears tilt at the impact. He’s very, very curious about this tom, he that he doesn’t know them. He’s also never heard Spackle mentioning such a scarred, large tom of this sort. Zee will admit, his eyes did widen just a tinge when the tom replied, his own blue ears quirking in slightly visible glee. His paws shifted in the tall snow, chin raising as he looked up to the cat. Killer? That.. is a very, very intriguing name. And his tone even more so. His grin sharpens to an almost challenging claw point. “You seem a teensy bit lost, Killer. Looking for a tour guide?” He asks, moving slightly out of Killer’s view, letting him see the land beyond the fence, before Zee had politely interrupted his view, the Barn in all of its delightful, janky glory. it didn’t take Zee long to figure out why the large, scarred tom’s ears perked, eyes seeming to refrain from twitching. Zee’s sharp, teeth filled grin only brightened at the stark, intimidating glare, his hackles not raised even a tinge, his short fur only raising at the biting breeze that made his ears tilt at the impact. He’s very, very curious about this tom, he that he doesn’t know them. He’s also never heard Spackle mentioning such a scarred, large tom of this sort. Zee will admit, his eyes did widen just a tinge when the tom replied, his own blue ears quirking in slightly visible glee. His paws shifted in the tall snow, chin raising as he looked up to the cat. Killer? That.. is a very, very intriguing name. And his tone even more so. His grin sharpens to an almost challenging claw point. “You seem a teensy bit lost, Killer. Looking for a tour guide?” He asks, moving slightly out of Killer’s view, letting him see the land beyond the fence, before Zee had politely interrupted his view, the Barn in all of its delightful, janky glory. The two leg place a little too far back to be particularly visible on this bright, cloudless day. Zee’s tone was eager, but also an odd, mellow calm. A curious cat. (Pft- luckily, Zee is immune to expressions and tones that might indicate threatening, well, more like ignores xD) |
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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2024 17:54:31 GMT -5
KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) Upon seeing Zee's clawlike smile, Killer lifted his head in a smug sneer. His attempt must've been successful. But his celebration was short-lived and his expression quickly clouded at Zee's words. "I ain't lost wee cat," Killer meowed deeply with a frown. "Just don't tend ta travel this far..." Though he had never been here before, he knew exactly how to get back home. That in his opinion, was most certainly not lost. While keeping the blue tom in the corner of his eye as he stepped aside, he looked past him at the red building that stood tall and proud against the moorscape. Other scattered twoleg buildings and objects lay about in the distance. "You have claim on this twoleg settlement?" Killer jerked his chin in the general area behind Zee. He didn't respond to the question about needing a guide. At least not yet. (Good thing! ;3)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 21, 2024 18:49:47 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
As Cotton continued the story, Creamsicle listened eagerly, desperately needing to know if what Hawk had heard was a giant snake or not. She didn’t know where she was getting the idea of a giant snake from, but a giant snake sounded like a really cool twist, and all stories were supposed to have twists. Or at least, the stories her mother had told her and her littermates had been riddled with surprises thrown into the plot. These twists had always engaged the kits all the more.
When it was revealed that there was no snake, Creamsicle wasn’t disappointed. Rather, she was still eager to hear where this story was going. She had to know if Hawk was going to catch the lucky rabbit or not.
The kit’s breath hitched in her throat, chest tightening in anticipation as Cotton continued the story, the stakes for Hawk running higher and higher and higher, and just when the kit didn’t think she could take the suspicion any longer, her claws unsheathed and her fur raised on end, the illusion of the story was broken.
Creamsicle flinched back as the image of Hawk grabbing the lucky rabbit by its haunches, causing the rabbit to squeal, ran through her mind.
She was instantly transported back to the day before when she and Cotton had heard the rabbit squealing out in pain from a botched kill. She was pushed back in time to hearing her littermate crying out and then falling silent as a monster crushed him under its paws.
Trembling, she pushed herself deeper into Cotton’s side, trying to free her mind from the webs that it had tangled itself in. Over and over again the terrified, painful screech of Orange reverberated in her mind, pounding into her skull like a persistent woodpecker drilling at tree bark. She whimpered softly as Cotton finished the story, yet Creamsicle barely heard what Hawk had done between catching the lucky rabbit and feeding his family well that night.
The little kit slowly glanced up at Cotton, blue eyes watery and wide, reflecting the fright squirming in her stomach like worms. ”Cotton…I…I don’t think I want to catch a lucky rabbit like Hawk,” she whispered, almost ashamed of herself for admitting such a thing. Cotton had stressed the importance of hunting many a time now, and while Creamsicle was excited to learn how to catch prey - especially hawks - she didn’t quite care about the idea of chasing after a lucky rabbit only to hear it squeal before having the chance to kill it.
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Post by Novi on Jan 21, 2024 20:28:39 GMT -5
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. Jack Frost purred. "I'm glad I'm here too." At the similarity between Marco and this 'Star', he had to laugh. "Yea." Glancing up at the sky, he wondered if he should try to rustle up something to eat. Since Comet had been hunting, maybe they could find something together. "Want to try and see if there's any actual prey around?" (sorry it's so short >-< mind is very bleh rn and wanted to give the boys smth new to do. ahah ^^" ) |
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Post by soot on Jan 21, 2024 20:37:04 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (@Light)
Location // The Farm Fenceline Zee’s ears flicked, watching in mild amusement as the large cat’s expression morphs from a chin lifted sneer, to a frown. The blue cat’s eyes twinkled, brow raising. He supposes going back where you came from isn’t too difficult, but the moment he steps within the fenceline.. Zee gives a more welcoming smile now, sitting on the snow, his paws together, tail swishing behind him cheerily, on,y barley sinking into the layer of white, fluffy but supportive snow. “ Not a traveler, eh? Can’t say much the same for myself.” He replies in an idle chit chat, tone light, and flighty, but still with that fox like, suspicious voice. As Zee shifted, he watched with mildly visible fascination, eyes intently on the tom, Killer, heha~ an interesting cat for sure to get such a name. Though he supposes he might be one of those rogues with a self chosen names, those scars don’t mean nothing. Zee quirks his tail, glancing towards the Barn, neck twisting before he looks back to Killer with a grin. “ You’d have to talk to the farmers and Alice about a ‘claim’. Though I’d say I’m certainly an active visitor, if that’s what you’re wonderin’.” He adds moments later, gesturing with his head offhandedly, one paw lifting, gesturing towards the Barn. “It’s a hotspot for cats, warm and comfy, and not quite twoleg, and not quite desolate forest.” Zee says, licking over his teeth, fending of the dryness the cold brings them, setting his paw down, watching for Killer’s response. His.. accent, one might say, is a bit odd, certainly more common than his own and his families, but still a bit of an odd treat.(cookie? What’s the cat equivalent of a cookie?. A treat?) Zee only has a moment to realize his offer had been slightly ignored, his nose wrinkling. Huh, he missed that much too late, he must be tired. Or distracted, or unpracticed.. no. Eh. Maybe just an off day, who knows, he has been spending most of his day lazing about, balancing on the fence, and looking at the view.. eh. Oh. Maybe he’s hungry. Hung-ary, hung-grrr-ry. Hangry. Lada get hangry. Boz gets distractugry. And dearest Spackle gets hun-life-worth-consider-gry |
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Post by soot on Jan 21, 2024 20:39:00 GMT -5
Heya Feather! I was wondering, for my own cats, Lada and Canna, are open now? if you’ve gone through the inactive posters?)
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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2024 21:11:38 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) There it was again. At the mention of the rabbit squeal, Creamsicle almost immediately pressed herself against Cotton’s side, trembling in fear. Cotton had avoided the topic for long enough. This was something that needed to be addressed. Cotton’s yellow eyes were still intent, but unusually soft as she met Creamsicle’s watery blue gaze. “It is not the preferred way of hunting,” Cotton admitted, her voice a gentle whisper with the slight croak of old age. “There are ways to hunt quick and clean. Though it is not always so simple for catching large, fast prey such as hawk or lucky rabbit.” Cotton curled a little more around Creamsicle’s shivering body and licked the top of her head between her ears. “Despite the delay, the hare that Hawk caught did not suffer.” The seriousness of the conversation caused her to slip up and give away the lucky rabbit's true name. Cotton’s ears flicked back a tad as she recalled the careless, ill-timed words she had used yesterday. Creamsicle had reacted with fear at the idea of hunting ever since. “Is that why it fears you so?” her last few words were even softer as she leaned in close to the kit. Her face was only whisker-lengths away from Creamsicle's. |
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Post by Light on Jan 21, 2024 21:55:13 GMT -5
KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) Killer’s single eye returned to Zee as he continued to flap his jaws. A sharp, if not intimidating look was on the large tom’s face, but nonetheless, he listened. He noted Zee’s seemingly exposed neck as he twisted to look behind him, but he did not attack.
“Hmm…” he rumbled as Zee described the twoleg settlement, seating himself as he pondered the blue tom’s words. “I assume these ‘farmers’ are whatcha call the twolegs here? An’ this Alice must be de boss aroun’ here, hm?” Killer’s eyes narrowed, further darkening in thought. Zee’s description and earlier offer sounded awfully fishy. “An’ you let just any ol' cat stroll right on in?” It wouldn’t make any sense for a cat to have a warm, comfy place and share it freely with any cat who happened to stroll by. Such places were a rare commodity, one that cats would often fight tooth and claw to obtain. The only reason for a cat to tempt another with such an obvious lie would be to draw them into an ambush. Now Killer didn’t mind fighting~ in fact, he enjoyed it. But walking into an ambush for no reason would be foolish, even for him. He had caught a whiff of other cats earlier. He wasn’t sure how many there were, but they were out there somewhere. That was for sure. Just what was this sketchy blue tom planning? (Lol! I love Zee’s thought processes. XD)
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Post by Myst on Jan 22, 2024 8:55:36 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice - Feathertalon Despite the honest answer she received, the black feline couldn’t imagine never leaving one’s home. While there seemed to be more than enough land belonging to the barn judging by the size of some of the animals alone, she couldn't fathom leaving the bounds of the fences. There was just too much to discover in the forest beyond the moorland to not want to go out and see it. To each their own, she supposed. "I think that's fair, wanting to be the one to take her out beyond what she knows," Binx murmured in reply. Family was important after all, and unless she was reading too far into the other's words, it sounded as if Wonder was her only family member at this time. While she couldn't exactly understand from any experiences of her own, she imagined that if she had a younger sibling she'd feel much the same.
That was certainly more than enough prying, though. They had a storm to weather, and she had a journey home to plan. As nice as staying here seemed, the most stubborn parts of her demanded she return home. The pines, as unwelcoming as they were, was where she'd grown up thus far, and she would continue to do so. Although, the idea of heading back after the storm was sounding more unpleasant by the minute. Perhaps she'd stay until the snow melted... Yes, that was more than enough time to get her fill of whatever else may be around her. Surely once her curiosity was sated, she'd feel better about leaving.
"Thank you for leading me here - probably wouldn't have made it home." Orange eyes turned back to the open barn door as she spoke her gratitude. Being stuck out in the storm was surely be brutal - she wished luck to any poor soul that would sustain such a fate. "And thanks for humoring my questions - I didn't mean to take up so much of your time. You must be pretty busy around here, right?" At least, she imagined Alice was. It seemed like she was in charge, or at the very least, new the most about the place.
(I can easily see Binx becoming Alice's lil shadow)
(also the more I see of Killer the more I just want to see him interact with other highly friendly/bubbly cats, I love him dearly)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 22, 2024 15:28:23 GMT -5
soot - im down to do something with lada or canna if you'd like :> Binx becomes Alice's apprentice and Alice is okay with that and I will try to get replies up today but no promises!
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Post by Light on Jan 22, 2024 19:37:14 GMT -5
(Haha. Glad you like ‘im. ^^ By the way, I’m kinda thinking that Killer is a larger breed of cat, not quite as tall as Kuta, but perhaps taller than average and wider with all his fluff and thick bones and muscle. XD I was thinking something similar to the Norwegian Forest Cat build.)
(I’m curious to see what Binx and Wonder’s interactions will be like. ^^ If you guys want me to throw Wonder in at any point let me know! Though the current Alice/Binx timeline would be before she met Boz. :3)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2024 11:08:23 GMT -5
Comet »
Comet’s stomach gurgled the moment Jack Frost mentioned hunting. Right, he had been out here hunting before running into the white-furred tomcat.
His tail curling up with delight, all thoughts about twolegs fading into the back of his mind, Comet nodded. ”Sounds good!” He glanced around the mostly white landscape, amber eyes searching for any signs of prey. Slowly his tail lowered. He turned back to Jack Frost, a frown twisting his features. ”I hadn’t scented any prey before running into you. I’m not sure if anything is all that close.” Comet could always be wrong - he was wrong a lot according to Star - but Comet didn’t think there was anything nearby worth going for.
Not ready to give up on the hunt before it could even begin, Comet shook himself out of his stupor and perked right back up. ”We could try somewhere else, though. Have any ideas?” The moor wasn’t too far away if they wanted to try their luck out in the open, but they could also just head deeper into the woods and try their luck. Comet was accustomed to forest hunting more than he was moorland hunting, so he felt pretty confident that if they did find something in the woodland, he’d be able to catch it, or at least help Jack Frost with catching it.
[ it’s all good!! There’s never a requirement for long posts c; ]
Creamsicle »
At any other time Cotton’s slip up and reveal of the rabbit actually being a hare would have caught Creamsicle’s attention, but right now she was too deep into her fears to be aware of the lucky rabbit’s identity. She sank lower into the nest she was sharing with the old rogue, trembling despite the fact that she wasn’t cold. It wasn’t the idea of the rabbit suffering that chilled her to the bone, but more so that it had squealed; pain had been a reason for the noise, Creamsicle understood that much, but it was the fact that her brother had been in such a state of fear and pain that he had screamed out in such a bloodcurdling way that had the kit all shaken. Though, even if Orange hadn’t screamed out when the monster crushed him, Creamsicle was sure his death would still haunt her. The death of all her littermates would follow her forever, but Orange’s had hit the hardest - they had both been so close to making out alive together…
As Cotton leaned in closer all Creamsicle could do was meet her the rest of the way and press her face into the ticked molly’s chest fur. She shuddered, whimpering muffled by the older feline’s fur, and though it was somewhat hard to breathe now, Creamsicle remained there, comforted by Cotton’s closeness even if it came with a touch of discomfort.
A part of her wanted to tell Cotton the real reason for why she was so scared of hunting, why even just the mention of an animal in pain startled her to the core, but like the last time the words simply didn’t come. Even as she pulled away from Cotton’s chest and took in a deep breath of fresh air, she found that her tongue was frozen and unable to move. She tried swallowing, her throat dry and constricted. Her paws shuffled, blue eyes glancing down as if she were in trouble. A deep breath. A shudder. Creamsicle flattened her ears, the fur along her spine bristled like tiny pine needles.
Slowly her gaze turned back up to Cotton, wide and watery still. ”...Orange…” And that was all she could say before her throat closed up once more and her tongue felt too heavy to lift. She blinked up at Cotton, unsure of how the old molly would react.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2024 11:09:48 GMT -5
Alice »
An uncomfortable tingle sparked through her spine at the thought of Wonder getting the taste of adventure. The world beyond the farmland was beautiful and breathtaking, but also wild and dangerous. Anything could happen out there - foxes, coyotes, other cats, mountain lions… What would Wonder do if she found herself in a hostile situation? This lead to a thought that chilled Alice to her bones - what would happen if Wonder found herself face to face with a dog out there? The calico had only ever known the dogs at the farm, and they were friendly toward the cats. Cat and dog alike had even learned the languages of one another, but the dogs beyond the border were vicious, unruly canines that would tear a cat to pieces given the chance. Wonder wouldn’t stand a chance if she got caught in the jaws of one of those beasts…
The tortoiseshell flattened her ears. If some cat was thinking about her in the same way she was thinking about Wonder then she’d have their ears clawed off before they could even apologize. She would be beyond upset if some cat forbade her from exploring beyond the farmland. But with Wonder…she had already been born so weak, so fragile, and she was all Alice had left… Sure, their father was still around, but he lived inside with the twolegs now that age was catching up to him.
Binx speaking up and talking again grabbed Alice’s attention and pulled her away from her current ponderings. Her worries eased for now. The black and orange molly felt her shoulders relax and the fur along her spine ease. ”The storm’s getting bad out there now,” she mewed, turning her gaze toward the doors of the barn where a screen of white covered the outside. The storm had made it to the barn and was now covering the land with a fresh blanket of snow. ”It’s no problem. A lot of cats tend to have questions when they first visit the barn.”
Alice huffed in faint amusement at Binx’s next question. She shrugged nonchalantly. ”Some cat has to keep an eye on all the others. But I wouldn’t say I’m too terribly busy. There haven’t been too many days where I don’t have any time for myself.” Even now Alice didn’t think of having Binx around as a chore or another job that she had to tend to. In fact, she was enjoying herself, sitting atop the hay bale and watching the snow. It was nice, she thought, getting to just sit back, relax, and talk to another cat.
[ im down for wonder to pop in if myst is! ]
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Post by attiechan.wcrp on Jan 23, 2024 12:04:04 GMT -5
Kenny
He/Him - 6 moons - Loner/Rogue
Location: Street;Twolegplace - Activity: Scavenging - Tags: Zenith, Jasper
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Post by soot on Jan 23, 2024 14:46:49 GMT -5
Definitely Feather! I’d planned on having Lada do a quick visit to the barn to say a quick little hello to her brothers, and see if Spackle is there.. which he is not, haha. But whoever might be available on your end? She’s a loner, so meeting anyone in the forest, on the moor and such isn’t unlikely at all!
And oo, it’ll be fun to see more of Wonder interacting with the others! And I’ll be getting my Zee response up either today, or sometime tomorrow! ^^]
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Post by soot on Jan 23, 2024 15:13:05 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (@Light)
Location // The Farm Fenceline Zee’s own tail was settled neatly behind him, eyes curious, and ear quirked as he listened to the slightly scowling tom’s words. Zee pauses, just slightly, taken from his thoughts of hunger, to Killer’s tone. Hm. He supposes a loner, perhaps more of a rogue really if the tom’s appearances are anything reliable to go off of.. he’s probably not one to think what the Barn sounds like is very.. ah, how does one out it? Realistic? Perhaps. Zee elaborates. “You’d be quite right, Killer. Any issues, take it up with dead Alice,” He pauses , standing to his paws again, and putting them both up on the fence’s beams, “And we don’t let any ol’ cat stroll in. If you cause too much… even a lick’a trouble, you’ll have a nice little conversation with Alice, and too much trouble? You’re booted out.” He says, tone idle, accent shifting just slightly it’s barely noticeable from his usual ‘posh snob’ accent, as a few cats have put it. He leans just a bit as he speaks, eyes narrowed before the grin returns, sharp and promising of intrigue as he drops his paws, spins in a circle, and turns right back to Killer, tail held high behind him. “A tour of the premises is never off’a the moor, if you’re not up for The Barn.” He adds quietly, tone a little more genuine, brow quirking. |
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2024 16:17:01 GMT -5
I’m down for Wonder to pop in! I think it’d be fun to see the three interact pre-Boz to then get a better contrast of how it may go later
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Jan 23, 2024 17:19:50 GMT -5
Six characters!
Silver -- 15 moons -- Nonbinary
Brave | Loving | Cunning
A brave, loving and cunning Nonbinary cat who has a soft spot for Mist and Luna. they enjoy snuggling with their family and loves snow because of her fluffy, Silver colored pelt with grey stripes, her eyes are a dark sapphire looking color.
Kittypet | EtherClan
Mate to mist, parent to Luna, her mother died in a fire along with their father, her sister is ____ (please someone be my sister), they go by she/they
Mist -- 14 moons -- She Cat
Shy | Clever | Caring
A shy, clever and cunning She cat who deeply loves Sliver and Luna. she spends most of her time with Sliver and luna, when shes not shes telling stories, she likes sunbathing despite her fluffy white misted pelt with grey socks, she has emerald colored eyes.
Kittypet | EtherClan
Mate to silver, parent to Luna, her mother died of the sickness and was born in EtherClan, her father is a loner who died along with her, her brother is ____ (give her a brother!!!)
Luna -- 3 moons -- She cat
Outgoing | Kind | Swift
A Outgoing, Kind and swift She cat who loves her parents, Silver and Luna, she spends most of her time playing in the garden with other kits, she has fluffy white fur with grey stripes and 2 stripes, she has Emerald colored eyes she and a love for winter,
Kittypet | EtherClan
Child of Silver and Mist, she hates mean cats and loves head scratchies.
Sliver and mist are open for more kits, either Apart from lunas litter or not. And luna would love some siblings.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 23, 2024 17:54:07 GMT -5
Hi ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧thanks so much for the interest in the role-play, and you're more than welcome to join, but before I can accept your characters there are a few things I need to point out - I ask that you don't role-play the mate of your own characters. I'm fine with Silver and Mist being close, but since they're both your cats, I ask that they don't be mates The second thing, if you don't mind, the genders of your characters need to be evened out just to keep the overall gender ratio more balanced I also saw in Mist's bio that her mother was part of EtherClan, but that's extremely unlikely given the timeline between now and when the Clans were around. Mist's maternal side could have descended from EtherClan though c': and last thing, and while not anything that needs to be changed, just something I want to point out - Mist can still be Luna's mother, but do keep in mind their ages. Mist would have been around 8 moons or so when she got pregnant, which is possible, but more than likely would have been very hard on her and potentially even Luna as well ^^ |
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Post by Light on Jan 23, 2024 18:07:05 GMT -5
(I’ll be trying to get replies up tonight or tomorrow. Or perhaps a combination of tonight and tomorrow. ^^ Since I work later on Tuesdays.
Sweet! :3 Would you guys like Wonder to slip in at this point or after Binx’s next response? I have a general idea on what Wonder’s entrance will be. XD)
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Post by Myst on Jan 23, 2024 18:28:39 GMT -5
If you’ve got an idea of her entrance she can slip in now and I can get a Binx’s reply up after c:
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Post by Light on Jan 23, 2024 23:27:38 GMT -5
 WonderLocation: Barn With: Alice and Binx ( Myst and Feathertalon ) “Alice!” A light voice mewed from below. It was slightly hushed as if trying not to alert the whole barn with her mew. There was a shuffling sound from the the bales below~ the sound of paws pulling against straw. Two white paws appeared over the edge of the bale they sat upon and shortly after, Wonder’s calico head popped up from the edge of the bales. Her expression was bright upon seeing her sister. “You’re baaaa-“ she started to purr, but her purr quickly faded off when she caught sight of the small black cat beside her. “Oh.” Wonder glanced between the two, her expression frozen. She had never seen this black cat around before. Oh no… She had gone and interrupted something again, hadn’t she? Embarrassment quickly flushed the young molly and her heated ears tilted back. “I’ll uh… just….” she never finished her sentence as she slowly lowered herself from view as if doing so could somehow turn back time. With her face close to the straw, awkwardly clinging to the side of the bale like this~ she probably looked really foolish right about now. She wouldn’t be surprised if some cat down below was looking at her strangely. Her pelt was burning as she tried to look down at the bale below, looking for a safe place to land so she could go ahead and make her escape. Perhaps she could find Alice later when she was less busy. From Alice and Binx’s view, her white unsheathed paws would still be clinging to the top of the bale, shifting as she shuffled about to get into a good position to jump down. (Sure! It works either way. ^^) — CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) Cotton felt the kit shudder against her chest. This had more to it that just hunting, didn’t it? The kit managed to lift her watery gaze once more, and managed to squeeze out a single word. Orange. Cotton’s brow knit together as she tried to decipher the mysterious word. The colour must associate with this thing that caused her great sorrow whenever she heard that sound. From what limited information she had gathered, it seemed that Creamsicle’s siblings had died, and the mother might be alive out there somewhere. She had no doubt that whatever trauma was plaguing Creamsicle now had to do with losing her littermates. Foxes were orange. Had Creamsicle had to endure her siblings falling to a wicked fox? Cotton could feel a deep motherly fury stirring within her and her body grew warmer in response. If only she had stumbled upon Creamsicle and her siblings earlier. If only the mother had been there to protect her kits… If only, if only… It was a useless sentiment. What was done was done. There was nothing she nor Creamsicle could do to change what happened. Whatever it was that had happened. She had no way to know for sure based on the single word ‘orange’, but if Creamsicle’s wordless responses had anything to say, it must have been something equally traumatic. When she looked back down at Creamsicle, her gaze shimmered with emotion of her own, though not nearly as watery as Creamsicle’s. Cotton quickly closed her eyes and leaned forward to nuzzle Creamsicle. “You don’t need to speak,” she murmured into the kit’s fur. She had lost a sibling once. It was long ago now, and likely part of the reason her mother had clung to her as much as she had. Cotton pulled her head away and opened her eyes. They were clearer now, but still soft. “Tell you what. I’ll teach you how to hunt without letting the prey utter a sound. What would you think of that?” After all, that was what all hunters strives to achieve. It would require effort on Creamsicle’s part. If Creamsicle couldn’t bear to hear the sound, then at least for the time being Cotton could cater to that need, while still teaching her how to hunt. Perhaps over time Creamsicle’s inner wounds could heal. (Ah. My heart. ;w;) —- KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) That made a bit more sense, Killer supposed. It sounded like a risky gamble, but at least they had some form of protection in place. He watched the blue tom carefully before smirking, then bursting into a low rumbling laugh. “Very well, 'Guide'. Lead de way. Show me this land o’softbellies.” Zee seemed to be an interesting fellow, and had deemed to answer all of his questions. He would trust him for now~ see were the blue cat lead and take things from there. Killer wasn’t used to cats being so forward and eager to show him things. The last time he had met a cat like that, he had been meandering the streets of the twolegplace as a youngster. They even spoke similar. Though he had to be careful with these types. He had already been betrayed once. Even so, it was the first time he had seen another cat in quite some time. Call it desperate, but he’d let Zee lead him about and see what happened. If he was lead into a trap, he would do what he did best. Killer flexed his claws as an old familiar energy awoke within him. The excitement of a challenge. Without further ado, Killer crawled under the fence, his belly brushing the snow. It didn't take long before he rose like a large shadow on the same side as Zee. He came to a stop practically leering over the blue tom, with apparently very little respect for physical space. (It might take a while before I really nail his thought process. ^^’) |
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Post by soot on Jan 24, 2024 13:05:56 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (@Light)
Location // The Farm Fenceline Zee’s glee was subtle, tail tip flicking, ears pinpoint straight as his casual grin sharpened. As Killer crawled under the fence, Zee stood as tall as he was able, his posture neat, tail low, brushing the snow before moving to balance himself, paws gliding over the snow as he walked. He gave the other tom-cat a plain look, the tiniest bit amused as he lifted his paws a bit higher to keep them from falling too deeply into the snow. “Soft bellies? Technically, the last I’d checked anywho, every individual cats belly is soft.” Zee says, head tilting, eyes keen as he looks around, walking, than bounding forward just a few steps. Gesturing with his head, “It’s a farm, so self explanatory to a degree,” He points a paw. “The fence spans the entire way around, enclosing the animals, and the farmers, two legs, who care for them, and upkeep the entire place.” He explains, pausing. Turning to give the tom-cat a curious look, “ If I may ask so politely, where exactly is it you came from? I’d assume the forest, thought.. now is not exactly the best time to go exploring.” He asks, one ear quirked. The winter is vicious, and who knows when another storm of sorts might ravage them. Mostly the reason he and Boz have been staying here for so long compared to the usual wanderings. Spackle is being himself, cautious and risking. Well, at least Boz’s managed to make a friend this time around, he supposes.. |
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Post by Myst on Jan 24, 2024 13:10:34 GMT -5
I’m gonna get Binx up later tonight~
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Post by Light on Jan 24, 2024 20:33:58 GMT -5
KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) “True ‘nuff,” Killer admitted with a malicious-looking smirk. He followed the blue tom across the snow with plodding steps. Despite the way pushed through the snow, he didn’t seem to struggle much at all. In places where the snow became deeper, only then he'd deem to step higher until they hit a soft spot in the snow and his heavy paws would sink back through. Though instead of stumbling, he would simply continue on plowing through or stepping up upon the hardened snow like some sort of amphibious creature. His wide paws helped keep him from sinking too deep. “A farm huh?” There was nothing self explanatory about that. “Never seen one’a those before.” His grey-green gaze followed Zee’s motions as they walked, eying the fence that seemed to stretch out a great distance. “Your assumption’d be correct,” Killer rumbled, meeting Zee’s curious look with his usual glare. A glare that was more of a resting face and held no real weight behind it. He looked forward again as he continued. “While I mayn’t travel as much as I used’ta, I do tend to wander from time to time.” He looked up at the sky, his thick coat shifting in the faint breeze. “Weather gives me a ’scuse to, with the prey hiddin’ away as they do this aroun’ this time. I dun' travel this way too often, so thought I'd give it another gander.” The large tom cast a glance over at the buildings and twoleg structures around as they walked. "Never thought there'd be this much out here though."
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Post by soot on Jan 25, 2024 13:26:58 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (@Light)
Location // The Farm Fenceline Zee pauses slightly at the other tom-cat’s words. Not.. knowing what a farm is, huh, he supposes he should have guessed he might not know what one is, if he’s not gone this far. He just grins, stride not breaking as he he goes, lazy grin on his face, licking his teeth. “A farm is a place twolegs like to get different animals, us kitty cats not included, and raise and breed ‘em for their two leg purposes. And plants too, herbs and hay.” He explains in less detail than he could have, but he’s not feeling particularly ‘teachery’ today. Boz already took all of that inspiration when he’d asked about how waterfalls might form… and went on his very long spiel about his theories. And Zee being Zee, and Boz being Zee’s bitty brother bite sized Boz.. he of course went on explains the morning long explanation of Spackle’s wisdom and knowledge on water falls. And the magical thing called ‘ time’ and ‘ Erosion’. Zee was happy to hear his assumption was correct, listening to Killer raptly as he spoke. Nodding along idly before putting in his own delightful opinion. “Another gander that was well worth it, I’d say.” He starts, tail nudging the other cat’s half tail in a friendly gesture. “There is plenty this’a way, the farm is the most, ah, prominent.” Zee’s whiskers twitch, nose along with it at the cold breeze. It makes is nose all runny. Mh. “Now, would you want a tour of the barn, or another place you might stay for the approaching snow fall?” He asks, teeth glinting brightly against the light reflected from the snow, eyes looking pointedly to the roiling, dark clouds approaching. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 25, 2024 17:26:24 GMT -5
I'll attempt to get replies up either today or the next!
also, soot and light, if ya'll wanted Alice involved with zee and killer's farm tour then I'd be down to throw her there, if not it's all good!
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Post by Light on Jan 25, 2024 17:34:44 GMT -5
(Killer’s probably not going to come to the barn quite yet. But he’ll be around. I’m sure he’ll bump into Alice one time or another. XD His scent might linger around the fenceline whenever he comes for a visit.)
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