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Post by Light on Jan 25, 2024 21:53:05 GMT -5
 KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) As Zee went on to explain it, Killer started to wonder if he had heard something vaguely familiar before. Twolegs were ingenious creatures. They everything around them to build themselves a comfortable life. It didn’t always make sense, but he was sure they did it for some gain or another. Killer blinked as Zee nudged his shortened tail, and glanced in the cheery blue tom’s direction. “Aye. I believe it’was,” he agreed after a moment of thought. He saw Zee’s glinting grin and returned it with one of his own toothy, yet malicious-looking half-grins. It had been a long time since he had spoken so much with another cat. Usually they’d either fight or run away, but this fellow had stuck around~ seeming to even enjoy conversing with him. Whether or not he’d end up as friend or foe, it was a nice change of pace. Following Zee’s gaze to the darkening sky, the large tom slowed to a stop in the snow. “Mmm…” He hummed darkly, a bit disappointed at the turn of events. “Nay. Best I go home now.” Killer turned back the way they came and looked over his shoulder at Zee. “Twas’ a pleasure talkin’ t’ya though,” he said with a dark twinkle in his single eye. The barn is what he assumed to be that initial red building from which the strongest scent of cat seemed to come from. Killer didn’t feel much like treading among foreign cats and catering himself to their resources. Nay. The old gang might’ve of liked a place like this, but now that Killer was on his own, he had since found far more freedom in supplying for himself. Twas much more enjoyable to catch one’s own food and find one’s own warmth with no cat to serve but one's own self. If he started heading back now, he’d have time to get back before the worst of the storm hit. (Two toms just walkin' about with rather questionable grins. XD) |
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Post by Myst on Jan 26, 2024 8:50:50 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice and Wonder - Feathertalon Light The feeling of discomfort occurring beside her was something she missed entirely. She had no reason to be on the lookout for it, and on top of that it was subtle. As far as the small molly was concerned, nothing had changed in their conversation nor the air between them. The true weight of Wonder exploring was lost on her – all she saw was what she assumed to be the typical care of an older sibling.
At mention of the storm, Binx nodded in agreement. It was becoming harder to see through the precipitation and the ground had a solid coat of snow over it. Woe to any creature forced to brave the weather as it seemed the storm had no signs of stopping any time soon. In regard to all her questions, the implication that she wasn’t the first to have so many was a little surprising. “Even still – I imagine answering endless questions isn’t your favorite thing to do.” Surely she had to have some sort of limit when it came to answering questions about the barn. Not that she had any intention of finding that limit.
It made it a little better to hear that she wasn’t necessarily busy – made her feel less like she was getting in the way, though that was almost completely counteracted by the molly’s confirmation that she was in charge. Or, at least, that sounded like what she meant. Keeping an eye on everyone, that’s what leaders did, right? “Just how many cats live here, anyway? It seems like the land inside the face is never ending.” Binx couldn’t even begin to imagine just how many could comfortably live here.
”Alice!”
The chance to think about it longer than a moment was stolen away as a new voice called out to the tortoiseshell beside her. Ears perking, the black cat glanced around for a second before it dawned on her the call had come from below them. Only a second after she realized it, white paws were clinging to the edge of the hay bale, followed by the head of a calico. For just a moment she watched with wide eyes, head typically slightly when they made eye contact. Orange eyes turned briefly to Alice, then back to the newcomer. Was this...?
“N-no, please, don’t go.” Standing up, Binx backed away from the edge of the bale to make room for the other feline. “Alice was just entertaining my questions about the barn – nothing I couldn’t ask her later.” If this cat was who she thought, then surely she'd come for something more important or interesting as her own selfish curiosity.
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Post by sharkgvts on Jan 26, 2024 11:31:42 GMT -5
[Zenith and Jasper || neighborhood || Kenny]
"Well, maybe we can all check it out. After all, if you have dreams about it, maybe deep down you want to see it for what it is like the rest of us!" Jasper's tail wagged at the thought. He was much less afraid of any weird encounters they'd have.
Zenith was more tentative. "I don't know. Who knows whats out there?" She asked, feeling nervousness about the forest for the first time in awhile. "Plus, if it's the forest, do you think itd be safe to bring the kit along?"
Jasper looked at her. "He looks big enough to be able to handle whatever is out there. Besides, its the three of us versus the wild! Theres more of us than there are of whatever dangerous things we may find! It's ultimately up to Kenny, though." The two turned to Kenny. "So, what do you say? You feel like an adventure?"
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Post by Novi on Jan 27, 2024 3:38:02 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; ] yea, i know. but i still feel bad ^^" ) Jack Frost considered their options. "Well, if you came from the water and I came from the settlement, we can probably scratch those off our list." Angling his ears into the further part of the forest, he added "Shall we? Unless there's snow on the ground, I don't hunt the moorlands. I consider myself pretty quick, especially for a cat my size, but those rabbits." He shook his head ruefully. Despite his best efforts, rabbits had always evaded Jack Frost if he ever gave chase to them. Instead, he'd had to learn to blend with the snow and wait. Even then, he rarely ever did so. By the time the snow was thick enough to hide him, the rabbits were already so lean they almost were never worth the effort. |
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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 12:37:03 GMT -5
Zee
W/ Killer (Light )
Location // The Farm Fenceline The return of a toothy grin has Zee’s spirits up in moments, tail swishing like leaves in the wind. Though currently there isn’t any considering they’ve all fallen and are subsequently dead. He calms himself, walking a few steps forward, watching Killer’s response with keen eyes, watching the dark, swirling orb. It was understandable, most loners don’t like the Barn, be it the taste of the prey, the feeling of the fence, and general claustrophobia, to feeling unsatisfied with the way of life. His ear quirks in that idle thought. Lada’s always been the shyest out of all of them, Boz more quiet and curious, and glad to voice his thought’s, and himself. Well, he’s Zee. But even Lada.. isn’t the biggest fan of things being served in a silver bowl, as she said in mild frustration once. Finding ones own prey, and making their own den, and having land and land to explore. She’d even considered exploring the mountains once she’s more confident. Zee’s grin remains, if more his usual mellow, lazy one. “A pleasure indeed, Killer. I won’t be stopping you, have a safe walk.” He replies, sitting with a more still tail than before. With one more glance, to his paws already unlike moments ago because he’s in an indecisive mood, grin less sharp… but more of an underlying, slightly disturbing feeling. “Maybe we’ll meet again, yeah?” |
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Post by Light on Jan 28, 2024 23:37:12 GMT -5
(Haha. Sounds like this’ll be fun. ^^ I’ll wait for Feather’s Alice response before answering with Wonder.) — KillerLocation: Moor (Farm Fenceline) With: Zee ( soot ) “Good. Twould be ill advised to try.” Killer’s teeth flashed in a grin somewhere between a tease and a threat. “Maybe, Zee. Maybe we will.” With those last words, the large tom turned away with a swish of his half-tail and continued on his way, plowing through the snow at a steady pace. It wasn’t long before he found the fence line they had originally met. He slid under and out and peered back at the farm one last time before turning back to his journey across the plane. The first snowflakes began to fall before long. This little haven and the blue tom who had spoken with him didn’t seem half bad. Going there again might not be practical. It might be stepping outside his bounds. He was Killer, the powerful and feared tom who dwelt near the swamplands at the edge of the pines. The tom who lived, fought and hunted alone. It was all he was and likely all he would be, and yet… perhaps he would return to this haven- to this 'farm' on some quiet day. (I'm loving the Zee vibes. ^^ Hope the Killer vibes were okay. Was feeling a bit wishy washy at first but I think I'm starting to get the hang of it.) (I wonder if Binx and Killer would have met at all. With prey being scarce in the pines, I'm sure Killer would have wandered over to the little house in the woods at one time or another. Though if she hid from him, he likely wouldn't try very hard to find her, unless she seemed like a threat. Though he is also the type to respect border markers as well.) |
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Post by Myst on Jan 29, 2024 8:41:31 GMT -5
I feel like Killer and Binx may have met at least once or twice - I think if he came across the house while she was there she'd have been too surrpised to see another cat to even hide. I think if they met more than a couple times, she'd oddly admire his generally threatening yet polite/respectful in his own way demeanor
I also feel like Binx at leastfeels like they got alone in their own sort of way any time they crossed paths, so she may think of him with some fondness, though never really meeting too many other cats could definitely contribute to that
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Post by Light on Jan 29, 2024 10:19:48 GMT -5
(Ooh. I like that. Killer would have gladly respected that sort of demeanour. I read in her description that she is small. He might compare her to a lil shadow.)
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Post by Myst on Jan 29, 2024 10:54:37 GMT -5
yeahhhh she's just a lil guy so he's very right to compare to her a lil shadow lol they seem like a pair that on the outside everyone would be confused as to why they get along
it's almost giving 'we're both loners and I respect your space but I'd come if you called' to me in like. an adopted sibling way - that's the vibe I get from them if they know each other well
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Post by Light on Jan 29, 2024 14:13:23 GMT -5
(Yeah! I could definitely see that kind of dynamic. ^^ Kind of like they aren’t ones to talk very much, but have come to a sort of respectful understanding. Killer is double Binx’s age, so he probably came to dwell on the edge of the pine forest for most, if not all her life. He wouldn’t talk about his past from before he came to the forest, and if ever pressed on that topic, would either give a vague answer or a threat. He’s still a bit sore on thinking about his past for the most part, and prefers to think of it as dead or gone. And if they knew each other fairly well, he’d totally see Binx a lil sis. ^^)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 29, 2024 15:21:59 GMT -5
I'll have replies up sometime tonight!
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 16:22:37 GMT -5
Light - to double check, when would you like to start with Caci and Arti..? I can go ahead and write the starter, if you’d like ^^ Killer’s vibes are great! I’m still getting a tinge used to Zee’s myself, so thanks, haha. It always takes a teensy bit to get the way to write a character down. Killer’s fantastic!)
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Post by Light on Jan 29, 2024 16:32:20 GMT -5
(Yay! I’m glad you think so! ^^ Yes, yes it does take a while sometimes. Zee’s thoughts are so fun to read. <3
Sure! We could start with Arti and Caci. You could post a starter if you’d like. Is this while they still live on the outskirts of twolegplace? Or after they move further into the wild?)
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 16:57:26 GMT -5
Mhm! And thanks, haha, I try to bring out his ‘interesting’ side. He’s the type to be seen as odd, or just a very social butterfly, pfft.
And I think after they’ve moved further into the wild, maybe recently, so some of what they’re doing can be setting up their new den. I forgot to asks both that ^^’ what would you think would be good for their new den? I was thinking an empty log, or something akin.)
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Post by Light on Jan 29, 2024 17:57:02 GMT -5
(A hollow log sounds great! Perhaps fairly large in size and half buried with time. All reinforced and fortified and yet with a rustic natural charm. Also made super comfy inside with Caci’s touch. ;3 I think you said Caci would prefer a place not far from the river right? Or by a small branch-off stream?)
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Post by soot on Jan 29, 2024 18:44:39 GMT -5
(Mhm! That’s perfect! It could even be a log almost right near the stream or river, but not too close it could get overtaken if flooded? Sort of one of those, like you said! Half buried ones, where the half buried part is slightly overhung..? I’m not making much sense ^^’ but I fully agree with your description, lolo. It’ll still be a bit in the progress of being made! So I’ll start it off with Caci possibly gathering some supplies and such for it ^^
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Post by Light on Jan 29, 2024 19:44:23 GMT -5
(Sounds good to me! ^^)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 29, 2024 20:27:06 GMT -5
Comet »
That made sense. What was their luck hunting in areas that they already knew were devoid of prey? In this weather the prey wouldn’t be running well - leaving cats skinny and hungry - but prey had to eat too. Some of the more desperate ones would be out foraging in hopes of finding their own food. Comet and Jack Frost just had to be lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.
”I don’t hunt the moor a lot, either,” Comet admitted with a lopsided smile traced with embarrassment. He and his littermate didn’t live too far from the moorland, so hunting there should be a more prominent task in his life, yet it wasn’t. He enjoyed the taste of rabbit, they were plump and rather juicy, but Comet did prefer the taste of woodland prey overall. There was a certain muskiness to it, a smoky flavor, that Comet preferred. Even still, in a winter like this one, food was food and a full belly couldn’t distinguish mouse from rabbit unlike the tongue could.
Even still, his skills were honed better to the undergrowth of the woods. He looked out further into the deep bushes where brambles and vines still clung to life in the snowfall. ”We could try further in the woods,” he suggested with a gesture with his head. ”We may get lucky with a mouse or squirrel.” Luckier yet and they got both, but Comet was smart enough not to push his luck in speaking those wishes aloud.
Creamsicle »
Even in the midst of her shuddering fear, Creamsicle had to wonder if she would ever be able to find the words to explain to Cotton what had happened before the rogue had found her. Today certainly wasn’t the day she could explain, the pain and trauma of it all much too fresh in her young mind, but maybe eventually she could break it all down to Cotton and explain what had happened. Perhaps if she explained it Cotton could even help Creamsicle look for her mother. As far as the kit knew Splash had been left untouched by the older twoleg that had taken Creamsicle and her littermates. Maybe Splash was still at the twoleg den, or perhaps she was out searching for her kits in hopes that they were somewhere to be found.
A rush of urgency spiked the kit’s fur. Here she had been spending time with Cotton, resting and eating and playing, rather than trying to find her mother. Splash was bound to be worried sick, unless… A new thought spread a chill through her chest. Did Splash think they were all dead? Would Splash even be looking for her litter? Maybe she had already gone to the stream only to find the lifeless, drowned bodies of three of her kits and assumed Orange and Creamsicle had drowned further down the stream as well. Maybe her mother had already come to terms with her litter being dead. She was probably curled up near the twoleg den somewhere, and Creamsicle had to wonder if the twoleg would even allow Creamsicle to come back, even if just to see Splash and let her mother know that she was okay.
It was a while before Cotton’s comforting presence calmed Creamsicle down enough so that the kit could speak. ”Can…can I still hunt hawks after I learn how to catch rabbits without them..?” Her words trailed off. Without them screaming. The word couldn’t come out.
A yawn parted her lips, her eyes suddenly heavy, her body suddenly weightless. Creamsicle curled herself up against Cotton, all fear and panic morphing into deep tiredness. All she wanted to do was sleep now.
[ i was thinking that if we skip to the next day or so soon, that maybe these two could run into another cat? i could toss somebody else into the picture or you could, or somebody else? o: ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 29, 2024 20:28:39 GMT -5
Alice »
There was a fine line between a cat asking questions over and over again and a cat asking a multitude of questions. Questions over and over again were usually brought on by a youthful feline, or one was bubbly in personality and had all the energy in the world to spare; they spoke their mind and verbalized everything that danced inside their head without taking in the answers given or looking ahead to see what the consequences of those questions may be. A cat who asked multiple questions but spaced out allowed the answers they received to sink in. They pondered what it all meant as they put together the pieces of the puzzle they were missing. These cats truly wanted to understand, wanted to absorb in the information they were given. They cared about what they were asking about even if they were asking question after question. There was a difference between those two cats - or it’s how Alice looked at it, at least.
Binx was of the second type. Sure, she was asking quite a few questions, but she was taking in the answers Alice was giving her and thinking them over. She left spaces between her questions, giving herself time to ponder before jumping into the next inquiry. Alice didn’t mind that. She didn’t find it as pestering. She enjoyed it, in a way, explaining the barn cat lifestyle to an outsider who seemed not only interested, but also of no threat to her or her barnmates. ”It depends on how the questions are being asked. Your questions haven’t been a bother at all. I’ve enjoyed answering them.” Her tone was level and light, no signs of dishonesty within her words. Besides, if Alice had a problem with all of Binx’s questions then the small black molly would know that already.
Just as she was preparing herself to answer the next question - her mind already counting all the members of her little barn family - another voice, different than Binx’s and all the more familiar, called out from nearby.
Alice straightened, her tail twitching already with greeting. Two white paws and a calico head peeked from the hay bale. ”Wonder!” The tortoiseshell purred happily. She pushed herself to her paws but stayed where she stood, deciding she’d only move if Wonder needed her help scaling the rest of the way up. ”Come join us.” Alice could read the clear discomfort on her young sister’s visage. She nodded toward the black feline beside her. ”This is Binx. She was hunting out in the mountains earlier and I asked if she wanted to stay here until the storm passes.” Or, Alice thought to herself, Binx could decide to stay permanently. The molly would make a good addition to the barn, but that would be of Binx’s own decision. ”There’s no reason to leave.” Alice’s fur ruffled. She took a step forward, worried that Wonder might decide to jump down and, in her panic, would stumble and fall from the hay bale. They weren’t that high off the ground, but it was still a fall that Alice didn’t want her sister to make.
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Post by Light on Jan 30, 2024 0:33:58 GMT -5
 WonderLocation: Barn With: Alice and Binx ( Myst and Feathertalon ) Wonder paused, her ears lifting a tad as the two mollies insisted that she come back. Their pleas were convincing. If she left now, that would be awfully rude now wouldn’t it..? After a couple embarrassed moments, she lifted her head and peeped over the edge of the bale once more. “I- I’d hate to interrupt. But if you’re sure,” she murmured as she took turns glancing at Alice, Binx and the straw at her paws. Her glances at Binx were very short while she extended the length of her glances down at the straw. With some effort, she pulled herself up onto the bale with the black molly and her sister. Climbing was something Alice had taught her well, but hanging from the side a bale and pulling ones self up without the initial momentum took more effort. With a soft grunt and claws hooked firmly in the bale, she hauled herself up the final stretch and swiftly slunk the short distance to Alice. She greeted her sister with a somewhat hesitant nose touch, her eyes glancing to the side at Binx as she did so. Swallowing nervously, she turned and took a place beside her sister, so that Alice was between herself and the black cat with unusual orange eyes. From this place of comfort she finally felt brave enough to address the visiting molly. She should at least try to be civil. She didn’t want to leave a worse impression with the outsider than she already had- or at least somehow remedy the terrible impression she must have already left. What must the black molly think of her so far? She cast a quick glance at Alice as if for affirmation before speaking. She dipped her head deeply to Binx, keeping her eyes low and hovering on the black feline’s paws. Wonder began to murmur a greeting, her voice barely audible despite her best efforts. “H- Hello Binx. It is nice to meet you. I- I hope you find yourself comfortable here.” She glanced up to meet the other molly’s gaze once, but after a short widening of her vibrant green gaze, quickly looked back down to her paws. After she finished speaking, she hesitantly glanced back up at Alice. Did I do alright? She took in a sharp breath and her ears lifted all of the sudden in a short moment of panic as she realized that she had forgotten to introduce herself. She quickly looked up at Binx once more and added a bit more loudly, “Oh, and I’m Wonder… in case… you… well… um…” she looked down to the side as she faded off. Her ears tilted back and her pelt began to burn. Oh yeah... That's right... Alice had already called her by her name. Binx would already know her name from that. Ohhh, I'm was making a hot mess out of all of this, aren't I..? Wonder shrunk back a little and pressed herself a little closer to Alice. But she swallowed down her embarrassment and nervousness and lifted her ears some to give Binx a forced smile, her eyes squeezing closed as she did. It was one of her classic smiles, though her nervousness in this new situation made it look more tight than intended. Even with cats amongst the barn, Wonder seemed to portray a certain amount of awkwardness. She usually left most of the talking to her sister and would simply smile whenever the others looked at her. Though she tried to help out wherever she could, she seemed to be extremely hesitant to interact directly with the others, usually preferring to work out of sight or observe from the shadows. It had taken her a while to warm up to Alice as much as she had. Binx however, was someone completely new. Wonder had time to observe the other cats of the barn over the last few moons, but she had never seen Binx before. New cats have come and gone before, but Wonder never really had to meet them face to face like this before. Perhaps she had been a tad too eager to approach when she had caught whiff of Alice’s return. —  CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle ( Feathertalon ) “Yes. I am a cat of my word. Once you master the silent art of catching rabbits, I will teach you how to catch hawks,” Cotton meowed with a sigh. “Only for when it is NECESSARY,” she added with a slightly sharper tone. How they would ever catch a hawk without letting it screech, she knew that would be quite difficult. But perhaps by the time Creamsicle was ready for that, she would be less affected by the sound. Or maybe by that time this peculiar obsession with hawks would be forgotten. One could hope, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Only time would tell. Cotton once more licked the top of Creamsicle’s head and breathed out upon her ears. The kit looked so tired. It was past time she fell asleep. She could only hope their heavy conversation would not poison her dreams. “May the stars watch over you and bless you with sweet dreams, Creamsicle,” she whispered before curling around the kit and tucking her head around the smaller feline. She never really believed the stars did much of anything except light up the sky in their mystical way. But if her father’s stories held any truth to them, the least they could do is give this small troubled kit some peace in her sleep. (Sure! ^^ Sounds good to me.) (Cotton would likely teach Creamsicle more on how to move silently and how to stay upwind of creatures. She would show Creamsicle good hunting spots on the moors near their home and bring her along to show her by example how to hunt certain small creatures (silently). They could practice running to and from these locations. Maybe not quite yet, but as Creamsicle grows older (just past mid-apprentice age maybe)- she will likely overtake the aging molly in speed and endurance rather quickly at a certain point. Within the three days, Cotton might have told Creamsicle more stories about 'silent' hunting stories, maybe the odd comparison to her kits in the day, and stories about general life on the moor- feel free to ad lib stories as you desire. If there was a clear night, she might have taken her out then to briefly see the stars- or we could save that for later. ^^ Whatever works.) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 30, 2024 12:27:51 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
Even before Cotton had started to respond, Creamsicle was already drifting off into slumber. She picked up the older molly’s words just on the edge of her ears, startling awake briefly when the rogue’s tone turned harsher. Creamsicle’s eyes peered open, heavy and dull with sleep, to look at Cotton, momentary surprise flashing in their depths before the kit listlessly shifted back down and closed her eyes once more. Were she more awake then Cotton’s sudden sharpness would have surprised her even more - she had never heard Cotton raise her voice at her or even so much as hint at any sort of displeasure with her - but Creamsicle was far too tired to think too deeply into the implications of Cotton’s tone.
Off to sleep she went, eager to get some rest. Tomorrow would be a new day with new games, and surely Cotton would teach her more about how to survive on the moorland. Maybe they could try to find any signs of Creamsicle’s mother. Whatever was in store for them, Creamsicle just hoped that the next day would be free of pain and the memories of her littermates.
[ i do like to think that Creamsicle is a rather quick learner, perhaps easily distracted, but once she’s focused she tends to pick up on things easily. Learning how to run and navigate the moor is her favorite part of the training that Cotton is giving her, and while she has the makings to be a fine hunter, she is more hesitant with that. Cotton’s probably going to have to coax her into giving hunting an actual try rather than Creamsicle just daydreaming about one day being able to hunt without prey making a noise. Creamsicle also loves the stories that Cotton tells and I’d love to do a scene with these two stargazing! ]
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Post by Myst on Jan 30, 2024 15:06:31 GMT -5
I definitely think Binx would’ve caught on to the fact that Killer doesn’t like talking about his past much and quickly learned to let it alone - I honestly adore their prospective dynamic
I will hopefully get a reply for Binx up tonight while I’m working, and if not tonight I should be able to tomorrow morning c:
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Post by Light on Jan 30, 2024 16:52:14 GMT -5
(Feather: Mhm! Aw. A lil diamond in the rough. ^^ Cotton will likely focus first on familiarizing Creamsicle to be area, and will ask her to watch while she hunts~ and she may hunt a few more smaller creatures partially based on what is available and for Creamsicle’s knowledge. By the second or third day, she might start with basic lessons involving sneaking up a rock or something and give pointers on how to do it properly. When she is confident on Creamsicle’s ability to do that, she will start providing opportunities for Creamsicle to hunt mice and rodents of the like. Within the few days we considered skipping, I think they might be at the point where Cotton would be looking out for opportunities- or will be thinking about it soon. What thinks you? I dunno how Cotton will do with the coaxing, I feel she’s a bit hit or miss with that. But it’ll be interesting to see how it works out. ^^)
(Myst: Yeah! I think it’d be a fun dynamic. ^^ Adds a little more story to their backgrounds. And if Killer ever gets in trouble with Alice or any of the other barn cats... XD Heh. It would be interesting to see how that all smooths over.)
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Post by soot on Jan 30, 2024 17:05:14 GMT -5
Caci
W/ Open
Location // The Forest
Maybe they should have picked a different time to move their den.. Caci’s paws land softly onto the snow littered forest floor as she took the path she’d been on earlier. Luckily, Caci managed to find a pleasant land abundant patch of moss hidden away earlier in the morning. Th sun is currently blazing pleasantly warm against her belt, morning having passed a little bit ago now.
Gently keeping her paws from landing in any watery snow, ears swiveled slightly to the right. If she manages to catch any prey while out, well, that’d be very convenient considering how lackluster prey has been lately..
The trees were thinning ever so slightly as the silver and black molly approached the given area she’d found earlier, the small stream branches off of the main river with small rocks uplifted in the middle of the stream, almost like star constellations. Caci’s long tail kept her balanced as she hopped over the sharp incline in the forest’s dirt, the little indent where the moss is perfectly visible from here. It’s hidden in its own little rocky crevice, the vibrant, stark green peaking out.
It didn’t take Caci long to collect the cold moss, as much as she’s able to carry without hurting her teeth, and hopping her way back up, and heading back towards the large, nicely hollowed log Artichoke and her had claimed as their own. She assumes it used to be another animals home, with the small twigs and grass woven together inside. Luckily, now they’ll have a delightful mixture of twoleg blankets (her favorite) and moss, even a few vines they’d found and woven with the moss to make it more durable.
The path back is slowly becoming more familiar, she’d hope so considering she’s walked it almost four time now.. trotting along, and weaving her way back until the half buried, and sturdy log of an old tree comes into view, her jaw’s still clamped gently around less cold moss now.. It fell.. it not too, too long ago, but it’s been long enough to tell it wasn’t days or weeks. Maybe.. the last cold season? Possibly the sprouting season, with the windy storms?
Flicking her tail as if shooing away her musings, Caci trots right up to a patch of the log, more under the buried side, with vines and woven twigs covering it, with the entrance carefully hidden behind.
Nosing gently at the corner, she slips inside, yellow eyes flicking around the hollowed layers of wood and bark. The inside is pleasantly lit with a few open crevices in the ceilings and walls, all carefully covered to insulate, but provide a bit of light. And with the moss in her teeth, now Caci can set about getting the nest finished. |
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Post by Light on Jan 30, 2024 23:46:45 GMT -5
 ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) The crisp morning had become a rather pleasant day upon the rising of the sun. At least it would be if not for the sloppy mess of snow that left water clinging to his paws. Artichoke padded with delicate high-rising steps through the shallowest patches of the snow, his eyes flicking to and fro as he looked for the next best place to step. He moved quite gracefully despite his precautions. His white pelt caused him to blend in with the snow around him; he was a white shadow shifting amongst the tall dark trees. The mostly-frozen stream stretched out to one side of him. He came to a stop at a crooked tree that caused the stream to curve out of its usual path and set his final scent marker there. Satisfied that their border markers would be strong enough for any passerby's to get the idea, he turned away from the stream and headed back inland. Wet snow aside, the patch of land they had picked out for themselves would serve them well. Artichoke lifted his head and took in a deep breath as he walked. The warmth of pride filled his chest as he surveyed their territory. They’d have a steady source of water, and in greenleaf, all sorts of prey creatures would be drawn to this stream and give them a steady supply of sustenance. Come new-leaf, the land would be quick to grow lush around the stream. Leaf-bare had just begun, but he couldn’t help but wish new-leaf would come already. It would be a grand sight indeed, one he would get to enjoy together with his one and only. Thoughts of the silver and black molly spurred on his pawsteps, graceful amongst the snow despite taking carefully plotted pathways. Before he got very far, something dark amongst the snow thought the trees ahead caught his eye and he instantly froze, his intense copper gaze zeroing in on the object of interest. He crouched down slowly, becoming one with the white snow around him. His paws slipped forward silently through the snow in practiced movements. He had thought it might be a mouse or some sort of critter, but it didn’t move. He took in a breath through his nose and let it out slowly in disappointment once he had scented the air. Whatever it was, it was dead. He was about to rise from his crouch when a flutter from above made him change his mind. The white tom held his position and watched a black-feathered bird flutter down upon the small still form. Artichoke’s spirits rose and his eyes gleamed upon the new arrival. Now this was something he could proudly hunt. He crept closer and picked up speed. The large bird let out a kraa and lifted it’s wings, but it was too late. Artichoke was already upon it, pinning it to the ground and biting it’s throat in a single smooth movement. The wings flapped against him at first, and Artichoke squinted as they buffeted against him. Once the bird stilled, Artichoke let go and stepped back, letting out a short breath and licking his lips. He shook loose snow from his pelt. Catching birds was a talent he had only gotten better at since getting to know Caci. Before meeting her, he’d usually avoid them if he could~ but now after much practice catching her favourite food in the past few moons, hunting them came like second nature. He cast a glance down at the dead creature the black bird had been intent on eating. It was a squirrel, dead and frozen stiff in the snow. It mustn’t have been dead long, likely only having passed the night before. He wrinkled his nose at the dead creature, clearly showing his disdain for crowfood. However, since this creature had died on their territory, he felt that he should verify it’s reason for death. Since it hadn’t been consumed and had no visible marks, he assumed it had died from getting caught unprepared out in the cold. He glanced around and with a disgusted huff, he leaned forward to get a closer sniff. A faint scent of sickness came from the gaunt figure. Artichoke pulled his head back with a snort. Sickness on his territory? That would not be abided. It took more time than he would have liked, but he had managed to find a place to bury the dead squirrel near the edge of their territory. His dirtied white paws throbbed from digging through the frozen ground, but the feeling was quickly forgotten as he stepped through the cold snow with his reclaimed possession. He had checked the black bird over and it seemed to be a healthy specimen, free of sickness and fit for his and his mate’s consumption. He weaved through the trees until he arrived at the large overturned log they now called home. His heart grew with pride at the sight of their charming home. He set the raven in the small clearing beside the half-buried log and took a deep breath catching a whiff of his lovely mate’s wonderful scent. With light paws, he leapt atop their home with a light thunk and puffed out his chest. “~Oh Caaciii, my darling!~” he called in what he assumed to be a charming singsong voice. “Are you home?” He peered over the edge of the log, right above where the entrance should be. He was quite sure she was in there. Her scent was fresh in the area. Was she still working on the interior? Artichoke and Caci had been working on the den all morning. Once they had managed to pull their old blankets into the new den, he had taken his leave to check on the borders and perhaps find something to eat. New borders required more attention, because the scent faded quickly when only laid for the first time. Now that he was finished, he was eager have some Caci time. His long, thin white tail swished behind him as his copper gaze gleamed at the hidden entrance with good humour. |
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Post by Myst on Jan 31, 2024 14:15:07 GMT -5
Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice and Wonder - Feathertalon Light It wasn’t as if she asked this many questions all the time – no, she was typically more reserved than this, but these were special circumstances. She couldn’t make it home, she was in a new place and seeing things she probably couldn’t have even made up on her own. Feline-fluent dogs, hooved animals that made their odd noises, and a twoleg place where the cats were actually left to their own devices. The last part was what surprised her the most, she still couldn’t fully wrap her head around it. Still, some part of her couldn’t completely justify just how many questions she’d wound up asking the older molly. In the end, though, she was once again assured that it wasn’t a bother. It eased some of the stress that’d been mounting in her mind, and after a moment she gave a nod of confirmation. If Alice said she’d enjoyed answering them, then she couldn’t exactly disagree.
Binx’s questions were long since forgotten, however, as a new cat came to join them, throwing her off whatever train of thought she’d previously had. Now her only concern was the tense air they shared. Or perhaps she was the only one that thought it was tense. All she knew was that she was sure that whatever the white-pawed cat wanted was more important than her silly little questions being answered. After all, if the snow continued the this way, she’d have more than enough time to ask them.
The darker tortoiseshell speaking up confirmed her suspicions – this was her sister. Right then, that was most certainly more important than questions that had surely been answered time and time again. So she continued her little retreat away from the edge of the bale as Alice requested her sibling join them. Despite the hesitation, the younger molly agreed and took to hauling herself up. The tip of her tail had started to flick with something akin to nerves and one ear turned back just slightly. She’d been right earlier – the air was more tense than it had been moments ago, though it seemed to be a product of an odd and maybe even somewhat awkward first meeting.
Before she could even process everything else, it seemed Alice had already introduced her and Wonder was greeting her a bit more formally. Waving her tail in some sort of vague greeting, her ears perked as she devoted her attention back to the conversation at hand. The self-introduction came with a tight grin, though that didn’t put her off too much. It would be far from her first run-in with a cat who had an odd air about their smile. She returned it with a mild grin of her own, though it’s friendliness was just a little tainted with some of the stress that had yet to flee her body. “Right - like she said, I’m Binx. I only just arrived, but it’s nice here – much better than the pines.”
Turning her gaze back to the barn doors with quick lick to her chest, Binx watched the snow for just a second. “It’s only my second cold season, so it’s probably for the better Alice found me,” she mused. “Don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.” Beside freezing her whisker’s off and possibly getting lost, that is. Even from here, it’d become hard to see through the falling snow. Yes, this was surely the best outcome the day could’ve had, even if this was still some extensive twoleg place. The twolegs...
Right. The eldest of the trio had mentioned they come around at times in the winter – would the weather prompt them to make an appearance? What would she even do if that became the case? There were plenty of places to hide, it seemed, but would they actively seek the cats out? Sneaking a glance at the other two, she asked, “Will the dogs come to check on everyone once the snow stops? What about the twolegs?” Despite her best efforts nervousness snuck its way into her voice towards the end of the secondary question, which in truth was the actual thing she wanted to know. The dogs, while overwhelming, seemed friendly enough. The humans, on the other hand... Binx cursed herself silently for not having more control over her voice and betraying the underlying drive of her question. If she really had to, she’d brave the tail end of the storm, leave before she could be found.
(this feels kind of blah but I also wasn’t totally sure where to take it
Light – oooo Killer getting into troule with any of the barn cats would be very interesting, especially depending on when it happens. If she’s been at the barn for a good while by then I think Binx would do her best to placate both sides cause she wouldn’t know how to choose – oooo the possibilities)
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Post by soot on Jan 31, 2024 15:13:48 GMT -5
Caci
Location | The Forest (Artichoke and Caci’s abode)
With | Artichoke (@Light)
The moss was plush under her deft, dainty paws. Carefully pressing it into the little collection she’d managed to gather thus far. She’ll likely not use that particular spot again, so the moss can regrow to be used later… which means finding another spot to gather some at. Maybe she’ll find some along the river path again? Moisture grows moss.
The decision to move dens was a good one, she thinks. While Caci has lived most of her life within twoleg cities, or populated places.. it’s nice, having this fresh air, and undisturbed wildlife. Well, not twoleg disturbed anyway.. she’s fairly sure she saw a small, blue colored cat roaming near their territory. She’s not particularly worried about certain cats near their territory, at least if they’re loners, but having clear scent markers is never a bad thing.
Blinking, eyelids flutter softly, her head tilts a tinge. The fur on her shoulders slightly bristled from the cold still seeping in ever so subtly. Caci never thought she’d- end up with a mate, living in the middle of the forest, inside.. of a log. Not that Caci’s complaining any, she’s plenty used to the cold, and wet. Though the oddest thing is the two legs really, they.. sound different here, compared to where she used to live.
Flicking her tail, and touching up the moss once, twice more before looking satisfied. That should work for now, maybe she’ll ask Arti if he spotted any moss or vines. Chuffing the cold from her nose, and licking her cold teeth, she startles slightly at a quiet thump above her, head titled back to look up with a curious expression.
What-? Caci’s momentarily confused before she hears Arti’s sing song voice above her, a small chatter of plain amusement leaving the sleek black and silver molly. With careful paw steps, Caci pads up to the entrance, nosing at the corner like when she’d entered, ears flat and twitching. Nudging her muzzle out, she glances around, before her nose idly caught the scent of.. avian, and the distinct and sharp scent of her mate.
Caci’s long tail graze the flooring of their little abode, Caci carefully spotting the outline of an ever familiar shadow.
(I nearly forgot to ask, Light! Do you want me to have Caci know she’s carrying, and tell Arti.. or they both know already?) |
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Post by soot on Jan 31, 2024 15:51:22 GMT -5
(Hey Myst! Just a quick question, haha ^^’ I was wondering, if Binx is going to be staying at the Barn, would you want to have an interaction with Zee sometime? Before or after the storm, whichever. He’d likely he happy to greet her when she first arrived to the Barn. Only if you’re up for it of course!)
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Post by Light on Jan 31, 2024 20:31:44 GMT -5
ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) Artichoke watched the elegant black and silver head slip out of the cleverly designed entrance, his copper gaze filled with pride and admiration as he observed from above. He had settled neatly atop the log, his front paws crossed and nearly dangling over the side. “I got us some dinner,” he meowed with a flash of a grin once she had spotted him amongst the snow along the top of the trunk. “How is our den looking? Are you still working on it?” he asked as he rose to his paws and hopped down neatly to one side of the entrance. With a smooth partial turn, he stopped face to face with Caci and touched noses with her. Afterward, he let his face slide past and against the side of her neck in an affectionate gesture. As he did so, his gaze slipped past Caci and he tried to peer through the small opening into the den left by Caci's frame. He couldn't deny his excitement and curiosity to see what she had done with the place. Did it look like their old home, or would it look entirely new? Knowing Caci, he was sure it would be quite comfortable. He had been eager for this move for a long while, and now that it was finally happening it almost felt like a dream. He had a loving mate, a sturdy home, and a good prosperous land to call his own. What else could I ever want?(Let's say he doesn't know yet. ^^)
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Post by soot on Jan 31, 2024 22:23:16 GMT -5
Caci Location || The Forest (Artichoke and Caci’s abode) With || Artichoke (@Light)
Caci watches content, and amused as her mate hops down, the promise of prey, and likely avian (her favorite!) if her nose is in working order. Caci, to say the least, has been particularly hungry lately.
And a bit easy to tire.
And.. the having the tiniest bit of difficulty reigning in her sudden flashes of sad, or frustration or- well. Caci’s just been the tiniest bit off lately. And she can’t tell if she’s terrified of the reason she suspects why, or if she’s absolutely star given, amazingly, completely purely ecstatic.
Caci’s ear quirks up cheerily at her mates ever delicate words, seeing the curiosity in his bright, copper eyes. “It still needs some work. But I have the floor padding mostly done.. and the edges of the moss tucked into the nest.” She supplies, her nose nudged gently against his in return, her yellow eyes bright and practically glowing. “We’ll likely need to get more moss and vines for more insulation..” The molly adds with the tilt of her head a moment later, giving him a small grin before she slipped back into the log, head disappearing, before she propped the entrance coverings open for the white tom to enter beside her. The reason for a bit of extra floor padding was.. in case there’s any tiny, delicate little paws on the wood of their home’s floors.
After letting the tom enter, the molly happily let him look around, and take in her diligent work. To the right of the entrance is where the more minimal space is, the small area thinly padded with moss with small crevices above covered carfully from the outside (Caci’s sure she left a few marks from her up and down hopping.), letting in the perfect amount of light. And to the left, further down with more space (she didn’t want the nest right by the entrance), similarly padded, a little more thickly near the nest. The blankets neatly tucked into a circular indent in the center, with moss peaking at the edges, and gently inside for Artichoke.
There’s vines weaved carfully around as well, for extra structure.
Sitting with a slightly antsy appearance, pawing at the moss lined flooring, glancing between Artichoke and the carfully constructed nest. She dearly hopes he likes it. She knows he will, but still, she’s oddly excited, but her paw joints are sore from all the walking. And her paws have been tender lately.. it’s a bit of a predicament, but she cannot know for sure until- well. The obvious signs start showing more. She may have overdone the nest a bit though..
(sounds good! ^^ I’m going with the idea that Caci is.. very suspecting, but can’t say for quite sure yet, if that’s alright?) |
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