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Post by Light on Feb 16, 2024 9:56:31 GMT -5
(Ooh. Meeting their first neighbour. That might be interesting. :3 Their territory is recently marked, maybe about twice that day~ and they’ve just moved in that morning. Artichoke isn’t all that nice to outsiders, though with Caci around he ‘might’ not directly harm her. Although if she wanders into their new territory, Artichoke would be even more quick to fight. Perhaps when they are hunting tomorrow? Or while they are checking borders- though it’d be exponentially more dangerous if it was just Artichoke around. But an encounter at one point or another would be interesting, and give us a chance to work on how they interact with their neighbours.
What thinks you, Soot?)
(The only other cat I have open who could be in that area is Killer. A tough scary looking dude who’s not nearly as malicious as he seems. He’s usually in the pine forest, but food is scarce so he probably wanders into the forest when hunting. I have a strong feeling that an encounter between him and Artichoke would not be good.)
(I’d throw my cheery dude Frazzle in (he’s my personal favourite), but he’s been busy showing around the forest to a couple of mollies.)
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Feb 16, 2024 10:02:44 GMT -5
(That sounds great! Let me know whenever you’re able to set up the interaction ^^ perfect! maybe you guys are out hunting for food and so is mist and you guys scent the same prey as mist and you catch the prey and mist gets scared and hinds but you track the cat scent and find her-- idk?? |
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Post by Light on Feb 16, 2024 10:47:36 GMT -5
(I believe we could do something like that. After we wrap up the day for Artichoke and Caci, we can start the scenario. :3 It should just be a few more posts. If that’s alright with you?)
(Hm. If Artichoke thinks Mist is hunting on their territory, he’d most certainly want to track her down and make his intentions clear. Perhaps this happens near their border, where the scent markers are a little quicker to wash away. Still there, but subdued. By the stream, perhaps? It’s a branch off the main river. Since they have only been there for a day, the markers don’t quite stick as they should. ^^)
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Post by whispering on Feb 16, 2024 11:56:50 GMT -5
More cats? Smoke's furrowed brow shot up in surprise as he turned to see that Percy was right. He could make out a dark gray body against the snow-blanketed moor across the stream, and- A huge body! Not quite big enough to be a puma, but still! "Look at the size of that cat." He gaped to his companion, green eyes as wide as moons. Smoke had seen his share of cats, all sizes and colors, but never a cat as tall as this one. Even from this distance, the cat easily towered over the gray cat that accompanied them. Could this be the destined cat his ancestors warned him about? Perhaps it wasn't a puma, but a very large cat instead. A play on words?
"Come on, Percy!" He exclaimed and trotted in the direction of the newcomers. A burst of energy pushed him forward despite the cold. Discovering more clues to uncovering the past excited Smoke. Everything was seemingly working out perfectly. But was it too perfect? What if these cats were simply traveling moor cats minding their business? What if they knew nothing of the omen or SylvanClan and EtherClan? The doubt almost made him slow down and turn tail, but he continued onward. No, this had to be destined. It had to be his ancestor's will to meet these strange cats. The gray tabby wasn't sure why, but he was certain.
"Hello, there!" He called as he neared the edge of the stream. His green eyes were full of curiosity as he eyed the cats. The tawny-colored cat was even taller up close. "Er, sorry to bother, but we're kind of lost. We're looking for a puma." |
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Post by Myst on Feb 16, 2024 12:19:01 GMT -5
guess who's trying to rapidly find a new place to live c:
I should be able to get replies up sometime this weekend, likely late sunday night/early monday morning since it's my partner's birthday this weekend and I can't remember if we're doing anything
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Post by soot on Feb 16, 2024 13:40:46 GMT -5
Spackle Spackle kept his fur flat, and his ears in a neutral position. Her expression (and unsaid words) made her opinions obvious, now that he’s really looking. Most cats (that he dares speak of inner thoughts with) think his musings and contemplating is… unnecessary. What is it worth being alive if only to go about it day by day with no larger goal, or other power? As much as a loner takes care of themselves, survival, or a rogue might like to bugger and buzz around to cause a bit of chaos. Or a kitty pet’s main goal is comfort (not this molly in particular) or to please its master.. Why do any of it if there’s no larger meaning behind it. His expression almost made the tom snort. Mollies, and their sour looks. Shaking one of his paws carefully, he quietly chatters at a particular puddle of wet snow that the molly is heading straight on for. He avoids it with a little leap over, and looks pleasantly cheery now at the answer to his question. Even if his fur does spike at his neck at the idea of a dog. “She’s ‘fine’? Better than most I suppose.” He mumbles idly, ear quirking at the Molly’s sound of amusement. “Really? I’m not an expert on… dogs, but last I checked they’re bundles of energy.” He says, memories of a particular dog running after him like their life depend on it. His was more so on the line, during that situation. Spackle supposes he shouldn’t go stereotyping. “Hm? Oh, they’re doing well. Boz always liked the change of the seasons. The worst part is being cooped up in the Barn.” He replies a tinge quiet as he focuses on keeping his paws from sinking a tail length into the snow. Boz does worse, being in one place for long periods of time, Zee does just fine. But from his only hours ago spotting of the two younger toms, Boz seems to be doing a bit better now, with that little friend of his. He debates her question for a moment, tail curling lightly at the tip, keeping him upright. “Hm.. Lada and Zee, I found when they were kits, alone in the twoleg town’s borders. As for dear Boz, I found him in the middle of the road.” He remembers such a small, shaky little kitten. “He wouldn’t leave my side for two seasons, until his curiosity got the better of him. His thirst for knowledge is likely more than any cat or dog you’ve met.” Spackle adds, his voice verging on plain fond.
Caci Location // The Forest (Artichoke and Caci’s abode) Her eyes brightened at that, her left ear flicking at the idea. “That sounds perfect. Maybe we could even check the riverbank. Maybe there’s something interesting there, or moss..” The molly purrs in reply, crossing her paws neatly, not like she usually does, but it’s been a bit of a habit lately with Arti around. “Fish might be easier to find, the rivers ice has melted some. Just a few nudges and there might be prey,” She adds, holding Artichoke’s gaze offhandedly. Caci’s always valued a nice neat, even if there was barely any prey in the middle of a twoleg town, especially during the cold. Having a comfortable, warm and reliable nest could always make the hunger a little less- ah, ravenous, in a sense. Though as much of a favorite as avian prey is, fish is what her diet had consisted of, where she’s used to live. “I certainly hope so, I spent most of the morning on the nest above everything else.” Caci sounds more amused than upset in any regard. Plus, if the warmth from the nest and den combined didn’t help, she practically has a love heater to sleep next to every night. For such a ‘ cold blooded’ cat, as a few of his old neighbors have said, (she remembers on in particular, father of a kit who’s gotten lost. that was an entertaining day) well, he runs very warm. She takes another quick bite of the bird, munching on it as she listens before nodding. “You would be very right. My paws are already aching from the walk.” Caci mumbles the last part, setting her head on her paws to gaze up at the tom. She’s cheery, and amused at his instantly proud expression in response to her comment. Ever the cat to take pride in his work. “Also good in case of flooding. So it works well against any intruders, and protects from nature itself.” Caci has a smile on her face as she replies, lifting her head with a ‘mrrow’ as she shifts her paws to me more comfortable. She looks the tiniest bit nervous at his response, giving him an awkward smile. “Mhm.” Caci pauses, pushing herself to stand up, rounding around, and sitting at his side, turning her head to look him in the eyes. “We’ll probably need to start kitten proofing the outside.. just in case. You’d frankly be surprised at what they’re capable of doing. Little trouble makers, really.” She adds a moment later, voice quiet, but light. She’s never been the most eloquent with words, especially when breaking any sort of news.. Better sooner, rather than later? (Yeah! I figured something a bit like that? I’m thinking one or two of the kits might like to have the high ground, and hide in the trees ^^) (Mhm! Even little ideas are great. It’s always fun to just add small things to an area to make it seem alive?) (Definitely! I have a feeling most of the little ones will be balls of energy when they’re younger, pfft-) |
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Feb 16, 2024 14:28:15 GMT -5
(I believe we could do something like that. After we wrap up the day for Artichoke and Caci, we can start the scenario. :3 It should just be a few more posts. If that’s alright with you?) (Hm. If Artichoke thinks Mist is hunting on their territory, he’d most certainly want to track her down and make his intentions clear. Perhaps this happens near their border, where the scent markers are a little quicker to wash away. Still there, but subdued. By the stream, perhaps? It’s a branch off the main river. Since they have only been there for a day, the markers don’t quite stick as they should. ^^) (yeah of course idm!) (makes sense, Mist is about to go hunt for fish their i suppose) |
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Feb 16, 2024 14:55:32 GMT -5
Mist
Traveling - With no one
Mist yawned as the sunlight shone threw the hole, she stretched and walked out the den "Second day here and i'm gonna need a new nest, maybe i should act like a kittypet for one of those soft pelt things! but first, i need some food.." she went back to the den and grabbed yesterday's catch of a magpie, she sat outside and began to eat, she gathered the feathers in a pile and tucked them into the den "Save those for later!" as she raced toward the twolegplace, luckily it didn't take long to travel their
(like a few minutes later)
She purred as the twoleg led her to a nest covered in a soft pelt, she waited as the twoleg went to fetch her food from the kitchen, leaving the pet door opened, she grabbed the pelt with her mouth and ran out the door, she pelted toward the forest as she follow her scent to her den
(Few minutes later)
She huffed dragging the pelt inside and laying it on the dirt floor, she huffed again and spat out a few fluff balls "Phew- ok thats den, she looked at her paw, When she knocked over a few trash cans and ran over the lid something was there. it was covered with something pink n sticky (Gum) she got an idea and she picked up a few feathers, she stuck the stuff (gum) on above the lichen, than sticking the feathers on it, the sun began to set as she padded back into the den and laid on the pelt, she curled up and was about to drift to sleep when her belly grumbled, she padded outside the den and headed toward the stream, she waited as she bit the fish, she gave the fish a deathblow than ate it, she pelted back to her den and padded inside, then she curled up and drifted to sleep
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Post by Light on Feb 16, 2024 21:16:58 GMT -5
 ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) With a mouthful of raven, Artichoke’s copper gaze slid up and to one side in thought. He was already plotting the path they would take in his mind’s eye. Exploring the running water that bordered their land would be good. The running source water would prove to be a great boon against any who’d think of trespassing. It would be good to check the stream for any weaknesses. His thoughts came to an unpleasant halt when Caci brought up something most vile. He choked down his mouthful of bird. His snout wrinkled and he cast a displeased glare in her direction. “Fish?” Even just the word seemed to ooze out of his mouth like thick tar. Of course, he knew of Caci’s appreciation for those slimy creatures. The first time she had brought one to him, he found himself eating it for the first time. Back in the day, his mother spent only a short time teaching them the basics of fishing~ and he was much too disgusted to even try anything caught during that time. But Caci always had such a way of getting him to do things he would never do under normal circumstances. So the day she had brought it for them to share, he gave in and had a couple bites. Even just the memory made his stomach roil. The slimy texture. The fishy scent. Much to his embarrassment, he had raced out of there and lost his entire meal. He had never touched a fish since. “If you really must, you’ve got to eat everything you catch,” he warned, turning away from the bird with a grimace. He wasn’t really hungry anymore. “And absolutely no fish in the den,” he added, giving her a sharp look. The last thing he needed was that fishy scent lingering around while they slept. It would be bad enough on Caci’s breath. Nothing he couldn’t handle of course~ just not pleasant. As the conversation changed, Artichoke’s mood visibly improved. His excitement of their newly obtained territory soon far outweighed the thought of fish. That was until the mention of kits. Kits..? The white tom sat there, dumbstruck by the thought as Caci made her way toward him. His white tail lay flat across the snow behind him, unmoving. Artichoke and Caci had chosen this land together. The spacious land. The advantageous terrain. A good source of prey and water. It was more than enough for the two of them to live with relative ease. It was the perfect place to raise a family. He hadn’t thought much about kits… but perhaps a part of him had known the day would come. But he never would have thought it would be any time soon. Warm silver and black fur brushed against him and he turned to look directly into his mate’s yellow gaze, as she did into his. Just in case...? What was that supposed to mean? Was she really...? Could it be that she was...? He had thought he noticed a slight change in her scent lately, but had thought nothing of it with everything that had been going on. And the extra padding she had placed on the floor of their den~ he had thought she was just being a comfort freak like usual, but... could it be because...? “You…?” Artichoke was uncharacteristically at a loss for words. His wide copper eyes dropped to her belly. “Now?” They lifted back up to meet Caci's gaze, wide and questioning. His ears did not tilt back, but his expression demanded answers and his chest felt tight with anticipation. |
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Post by soot on Feb 18, 2024 18:33:45 GMT -5
Caci Location // The Forest (Artichoke and Caci’s abode) Caci slightly reared back at his tone, ears flattening to her head, his distaste for fish a fact she seems to keep on forgetting. Caci winces minimally at remembering that particular scene, and feels those tinges of regret she does every time the memory resurfaces. The molly flicks her tail, instantly changing the course of that particular idea. “No fish in the den.” Caci agrees instantly with a tiny nod at the sharp look. She’s prone to agree with the smell of too long lingering fish. His appetite for fish is much less amusing than his feelings for the texture of feathers. It almost reminds Caci of her mom’s absolute disdain for at the scent of cars, the smoke that plumes from them specifically. You would think she’d be used to it, after living in a twoleg city for practically her entire life. Caci’s tail gently wrapped around her paws, though it’s more of a nervous way to attempt to comfort herself in case he has a similar reaction to what she’s heard of her father. She certainly hopes no unconsciousness ensues. Caci can spot the moment her words process, the tom’s copper eyes staring directly into her own worried, yet soft gaze. She’s sure he’s clued in when he starts to speak, gaze dropping to her more fluffy stomach fur, and back up to her eyes. Caci’s let it be known a plethora of times that she’s expected to have kits someday, or at least was more than open to the idea. And while Artichoke hasn’t always been the… fondest of kits, she knows he’d cherish his own. As grumpy as he seems, he’s fiercely protective anything or anyone special to him. Caci has plenty of first(paw)hand experience. She nods, “Yes… now.” Caci confirms his suspicions, waiting with her own abated breath at his reaction. “I.. started guessing not too long ago from now. Ah- remember when I went to visit my mother before we left?” She questions, head tilting. “She’s familiar with the scent- I didn’t really notice a change since it’s my own.” Caci adds, giving a slight smile at the memory, and her parents wide eyed look. She lightly shifts her tail to curl around Arti instead, paws just slightly antsy. Her father had gotten a little light headed. He’s… quite prone to clumsiness. |
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Feb 18, 2024 19:03:25 GMT -5
Mist Traveling - With no oneMist shifted as she awoke to the sun shining in the den she yawned and stretched and sat down for a wash outside the den, the sun shining on her fur as got up and padded towards the stream, it was time for her to collect food, she stuck her unsheathed claws under a sharp rock, hoping to catch some trout, she pulled one out and gave it a deathblow, she dropped it on the ground, hoping her to catch enough for it to be a pile, she spent the next 30 minutes catching fish, she decided it was time for her to bring it back, she picked 3 up, and pelted towards her den to drop it off in the food pile ... as she got the last group of fish back, she decided to figure out the odd scent she smelt near the stream, she pelted towards the stream ...
she began following the smell, she got off track and saw a sparrow, she began to switch into a hunters crouch, she was about to pounce when..
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Post by Light on Feb 18, 2024 20:59:35 GMT -5
(Astra: We need a few more posts to wrap things up, but we'll get there soon. ;3 Once we wrap up, we'll skip to the next day and set up the meeting with Mist in the post you got here. I'll tag you when we are ready.)
(I've just got one question for when the time comes. While hunting this sparrow, is Mist on Caci and Artichoke's side of the stream, or on the other side of the stream? This will affect how much Artichoke reacts when they discover Mist. :3)
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Post by Light on Feb 18, 2024 23:32:03 GMT -5
ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) Artichoke’s breath caught and anything she said after affirming his suspicions faded like muted gibberish into the background. His copper gaze grew distant and drifted away from hers, panning across their front yard. It was as if his entire perspective had changed. He could see little ghostlike images of white and silver kittens bursting from the entrance of their log den, dashing across the sunny patch around them, rolling and playing without a care in the world. Suddenly one caught sight of him and suddenly stood to attention, eyes brightening with far too many hopes and dreams. The others quickly followed suit. With excited mewls they all dashed towards him. Artichoke took a sharp breath, standing and taking a step back. What once was a strange sort of warm feeling in his chest quickly vanished and something akin to panic entered his gaze instead. The warm brush of Caci’s soft tail interrupted his daydream, and the ghostlike kittens vanished into the air a mere tail-length before him. Artichoke released a sharp breath and took another in, trying to regain some semblance of dignity, but his short fur remained prickled despite all efforts to smooth it. “We’re having kits…” his words came out like a wheeze, a small utterance upon the air. Nothing at all like how he’d like to sound. So he swallowed and tried again. “We are having kits?” he squeaked. What in the world was happening with his voice? That wasn’t supposed to be a question! Maybe he should try to say something else. He finally managed to turn his head back to meet Caci’s gaze. “We are going to be… parents.” He choked a little on the last word. He looked away, his eyes flicking to and fro as he tried to bring his thoughts together. He had fought predators and fierce battles without ever feeling anything quite like this. In a fight, everything made sense. Artichoke knew what to do; how to defend, how to counter, it all came relatively easy to him and he rather enjoyed it. But this? He couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. His mind was a mash of thoughts and feelings, completely unlike anything he’d felt before. It was as if everything that had once made sense had been turned onto its head.
“I am going to be a- a… father.” The word ‘father’ was strained. A father?! Already? Wasn't it too soon?! Plans of peace and prosperity would be thrown out and trampled like crow food. Kits would be tearing apart their home, scaring away all the prey, making noise for all the world to hear. And yet…. These wouldn’t be just any kits. They would be my kits.
“Is that what you are saying?” his voice came out more clearly this time, though with an edge. He took a step back from Caci and turned his whole body to face her, looking almost accusatory in nature.
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Post by ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ on Feb 19, 2024 11:11:49 GMT -5
on their side  just reply when its the next day |
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Post by soot on Feb 19, 2024 11:15:16 GMT -5
Caci Location // The Forest (Artichoke and Caci’s abode) Caci watched as his chest stuttered, eyes glazing over. Oh dear. She can only really nod at is wheezed words, watching him plainly worried she might’ve mentally broken him as he squeaked for stars sake. “Arti..” She says quietly, trying to catch his sporadic gaze. Caci’s not surprised Artichoke’s… uhm. Surprised. But even he was a little more terrified seeming than she’d thought he’d be. Lifting one of her aching paws, Caci’s about to get to her paws to make sure he doesn’t collapse when he gets to his own paws, taking a step away from her with a much sharper tone than she’d been expecting. Her eyes widen slightly, tail flicking as she sits up straight. As much as she believes in Artichoke, whenever it comes to kits..there’s always been that underlying fear of hers that her mate- whoever it might’ve been -would.. not want kits. Caci used to know another molly, when they’d lived in their other twoleg town, a small, but joyous cat who’d been so excited for her kits. And her mate.. wasn’t, even as willing as he’d seemed. He loved her dearly, but fear is a strong thing. The worry settles quickly into Caci’s scent, the anxiety that’s been there already creeping further up her spine. “That is what I’m saying.” She answers plainly, tone leaning on emotionless. More of a defense mechanism really, in case this goes crashing down. Caci knows Arti would never, they would be his and her kits, young little cats to grow up with their blood, and their eyes, and their fur. He would never leave, not his kits, but why does the fear still linger? She shifts on her paws, ears down tilting unconsciously. “You’re going to be a father.. and I’ll be a mother.” Caci’s breath is slightly abated. “..we’re having kits, Arti. Little burrs.” She adds a moment later, a tiny smile on her face as she even thinks of what their kits might possibly be like. Oh dear. She’s feeling mildly faint. Caci blinks, adjusting her paws as she feels herself leaning to the side, catching herself. “Oh-“ Caci mumbles, looking down to her paws. Is she going to faint? She’s never fainted before, she’s been sick before, she feels… lightheaded. |
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Post by Light on Feb 19, 2024 14:54:36 GMT -5
(Astra: Sounds good!) --- ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) Artichoke’s mind began to slow after she affirmed him for the second time. His tail lowered and his glaring demeanour eased. His gaze that had once been glazed and rampant finally came to focus on the beautiful, stoic silver and black molly before him. It was like several blurry, overlapped images finally came together to form a single clear picture. There she stood. His one and only Caci. No other cat in the world who could even come close to her. So strong. So lovely. And she was all his. She had always liked kits, and had clear intentions to have some of her own someday. He knew that. Even though it was earlier than expected, this shouldn’t be so shocking to him. Sure, there might be a few more mouths to feed, but they were of his blood~ just a little more to add to his collection of treasures. Caci’s ears were tilting back as she further affirmed that they were going to be a family. She seemed to be trying to hide it, but she was nervous. Though he'd never want to admit it, so was he. When Caci called them ‘little burrs’, the last barrier within him shifted and broke away. A small huff of a laugh escaped him. “Heh.” It would be alright... What could little burrs do against the two of them? They might be weak, dumb and annoying, but were relatively easy to deal with, right? And Caci had talent with the little furballs, able to use her motherly instincts to bend them to her will. Heh. He had experienced that ability firsthand. Artichoke's ears twitched to attention when he noticed Caci started to look a little strange… unsteady even. Without hesitation, he slid forward in a single fluid movement, pressing himself against her shoulder as she swayed and mumbled. “Woah there. Those tiny burrs must get heavy, lugging them around all day,” he teased, sounding much more like his old self. He didn’t know all that much about pregnancy, nor just how much rounder Caci would become with time. But whatever the case, carrying lives must be exhausting in and of itself. He twined his tail with hers and he licked her cheek. With a supportive shift and pivot, he angled them toward the den. “Perhaps it is time to retire to our den and test out that ultra-soft nest that you worked so hard on, hm?”~ (I can picture Artichoke as a dragon character who likes to hoard treasures. XD) |
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Post by Novi on Feb 20, 2024 19:46:48 GMT -5
Comet »
An important thing about hunting that Comet always remembered to do was checking the wind for any scents. He had his doubts that he would pick anything up, but he knew he needed to try. Stepping to the side and shifting his head in the direction of the wind, Comet parted his jaws and drew in a deep breath, curling his nose upward and drawing his whiskers inward to help bring the wind to his scent glands. The sharp scent of snow was prominent and intermingled with the fresh cat scents of both him and Jack Frost. But, if he concentrated just hard enough, Comet was sure he could pick up the stale scent of something feathery - a sparrow perhaps? A cardinal? It was too faint to distinguish what exactly species the scent was from, but there was prey sign. As stale as it was, it gave Comet just a twinge of hope that they could end up successful.
Snapping his jaws back together, Comet followed after his newfound friend, not wanting to get too far behind Jack Frost. The other tom’s pelt blended in so well with the fallen snow that Comet didn’t want to lose sight of him. ”It was faint, but I picked up bird scent,” he called out to the other feline, curious to know what Jack Frost thought of that. Birds were tricky, as were a lot of tree-bound prey, but if that’s all they had the chance at getting, it was better than nothing, and if they managed a catch then at least some of their hunger could be sated. Pausing, Jack Frost lifted his head to sniff. Bird scent was different from rodent scent. Feathered prey carried less of the tang of the undergrowth. Wiggling his nose, Jack Frost focused on what he believed to be Comet's find. Now he debated whether it was worth it to track such a weak trail. Birds in particular were hard prey to catch. Were they better off looking for grounded prey? Glancing towards the other tom, Jack Frost lowered his voice to ask "How confident are you at bird catching?" He'd let that be the deciding factor of whether they followed it. |
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Post by soot on Feb 22, 2024 22:27:33 GMT -5
Caci Location // The Forest (Artichoke And Caci’s abode) With // Artichoke (Light ) Caci’s relief was quick at his softening expression, Arti's tone lightening quietly. The tossed bag of hitched up anxiety (Her mother always mentioned being more emotional when carrying.. Weird side effects. Mm. (* quiet grumpy noises*)) and splash of cold water of relief made her a little dizzy. Scrunching her nose with a slight smile mixed with a grimace, she happily leaned against Artichoke’s side. As short as both of their fur lengths are, she’d argue his is softer than hers. Likely why he's such a comfortable portable heater. As soft as her favorite well loved blanket. Caci linked her tail with Arti’s as she carefully stood up. “They’re not even showing yet.” She says voice a tinge amused, thinking of when she will be more literally lugging them around. All day. Every day for way too long. She already feels full. auehhh.“That- sounds like a good idea.” The molly says as she takes in a steadying breath, turning over with a slightly eye squinted smile, nudging her muzzle by his before staying somewhat leaned against his flank as they made their way into their newly mostly furbished den. She greatly enjoyed the soft feeling under her paws, glancing over to see Artichoke’s reaction (If he’s not too busy mentally processing them having kits-) to the feeling of the flooring inside as she sets another paw carefully onto the thought out, and skillfully created nest. The blanket made it warm, and soft, and the moss only added to the plush feeling. Not wasting a moment, she lowered herself, gently landing on her side, cuddled to the back edge of the nest as she awaits Artichoke to lay down with her. |
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Post by Myst on Feb 23, 2024 10:49:13 GMT -5
I'm really sorry I keep perishing - It's been a struggle this week trying to get my brain to cooperate
I've got Binx and Vixen drafted up and I'm working on Kuta now so I should be able to get the three of them up within an hour or so
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Post by Myst on Feb 23, 2024 11:43:55 GMT -5
 Binx -- The Barn, Before the Storm | With Alice and Wonder - Feathertalon Light “A guardian… that definitely makes sense. I’m not sure I could imagine him doing such a thing.” Watching as Bo went to each cat he found touching noses with some of them or nudging them affectionately before moving on, the black molly couldn’t quite imagine him specifically tearing the hide off of anything. Of course, she was entirely sure he was physically capable of doing so – she was sure under that thick coat of his he was all bulk and muscle, a force to be reckoned with. Based only on the way Wonder flinched at her sister’s description of the incident, the molly quickly determined she’d hate to be on the receiving end of his work. “I’ll take your word for it, though.” If she were lucky, she’d never have to witness such an event.
As for the other two, she’d only met the heeler. She’d seemed rather excitable, but not unfriendly in any capacity. To hear that a pair of the dogs’ job was to round of up the animals, though, was intriguing on its own. Any animals she’d seen on her journey here seemed huge, too large to be managed by a couple of dogs. Though, she supposed she didn’t actually know how they rounded up these animals, so it was entirely possible there was an art to it, the same as there was an art to hunting. To hear that it sounded as if they’d keep Confetti put her off just a little. Was that to say if she couldn’t be trained she couldn’t stay? To her, that sounded cruel despite her opinion on twolegs. Tons of humans had house dogs, so why wouldn’t they just keep her anyway? “I would hope the dogs they can’t keep have good homes, now.” She mewed after a moment.
Her attentions turned to Wonder as the she-cat began to elaborate on Spark’s additional responsibilities. Binx offered a quick nod to the other’s query seeking confirmation. At the apology, she murmured, “It’s okay,” in response. It happened to the best of cats, so she didn’t think anything of it. Rather, she was interested in hearing more about these competitions that the other canine participated in. Ears perked, she let all the new details sink in as best as she could. The idea of herding sheep didn’t fully register in her mind, though the sort of skill it may take to move any group of animals of that size was not totally lost on her. The weird trail, though, that was totally new to her. She wondered just how fast he had to be, what sort of obstacles this trail consisted of.
Binx’s head had tipped a little to the side as she thought on all of this. “It sounds like Spark’s job is really busy, but it seems really interesting. Does he win a lot? If he kept going to the competition I’m sure he does, especially if he comes from a family of sheep-herders.” It made sense to her, at the very least.
“Spark’s one of the best the farm has had,” Bo interjected from below them. He caught most of the tail-end of their conversation on his way to make his final stop in the barn and couldn’t help but be a little amused. It always intrigued him to hear what questions newcomers came up with regardless of how many times he’d heard them. “Sounds like they’re givin’ you the grand tour. You’re in good care with these two.”
 Vixen -- The Forest, Vixen's Den | With Lotus - whispering Thus far the day was… less than ideal. Of course, he couldn’t imagine any cat necessarily planned to encounter one so sharp tongued or to have to fend off a fox. Then again, they personally wouldn’t carry out any plans to steal from one, lest he incur it’s wrath… ugh. What a poor idea, stealing some frozen hare from the mutt. ’What’s done is done.’ Vixen reminded themselves bitterly. Regardless of what could have been, the fact of the matter was that they were both injured.
Now in their little sanctuary, the feline watched vaguely as she tended to her own wounds before returning full attention back to their own. Twisting in such a way to reach their back stung, but it was necessary. Vixen didn’t turn an ear to her again until she’d spoken her gratitude. If they didn’t know any better, they’d think she didn’t mean it at all. Based on what they’d gathered about her thus far though… Well, the ruddy cat was sure that was as good as it would get. “You sound almost pained to say it.” Vixen meowed casually, the slightest hint of amusement finding it’s way into their voice. It was short lived, though, a pained growl escaping them as shifted to sit up a bit straighter and face her properly.
“I suppose if I hadn’t insisted on taunting you, you wouldn’t have been caught. So, it’s the least I could do.” As for themselves, this was as good of an apologize as she would get. Not that the cat actually felt like she was owed one - hey still blamed her for stealing the hare to begin with, but that was neither here nor there. They had absolutely indulged themselves in whatever banter they had shared, even if it had been just a little. “At this point, I guess I also owe you an introduction, yes? I’m Vixen – stay as long as you must to prepare to travel home – if I must have company under these circumstances, yours isn’t the worst.”
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Post by Myst on Feb 23, 2024 11:48:46 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Stream, Near the Mountains | With Crystal, Smoke, & Percy - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 whispering Feathertalon Ever focused on the goal of making it to the mysterious cave that housed the head of the stream, the long-limbed feline was unaware of the pair on the other side of the stream. He was too occupied staring up at the mountains looming over them and wondering just how high they’d have to go. He’d go as far as he needed to, of course, but that didn’t mean he really wanted to. The snow underfoot was freezing his paw pads and the winds were unforgiving in the face of his pelt that kept him cool in the summer. Surely the stone making up the terrain ahead of them would only feel worse.
Despite the predicted dislike of their near-future travels, he was excited. While not entirely sure why, he was sure they were close to something. They were going to find exactly what his ancestors wanted him to find. These mysterious dreams and message would amount of the puma and whatever she would guide him to do.
Kuta had been going to look to the gray molly when a new voice caught him off guard. Despite the wind his ears perked in attention as he turned in search of the source. It didn’t take long for amber eyes to land on two tabbies, one gray and the other orange. The one calling out to them seemed friendly enough as he approached the opposite bank of the stream, so surely he was. A warm grin spread across his maw as he himself stepped closer to the water’s edge. “Hi!”
He’d wanted to introduce himself the same as he’d done with Crystal some days earlier, though he didn’t get the chance. Rather, he was being asked about a puma. Surprise took his features as his mouth opened slightly as if he had an answer, but nothing came. What were the odds? It took an additional moment for him to realize that the odds were incredibly slim, and that they were likely out here for the same thing. With this realization, the tom was smiling brightly once more and excitement danced in his eyes. “Us too! Not that we’re lost, but that we’re looking for a puma. Crazy, right?” He couldn’t help but purr as he spoke. This was so exciting! Based on what Crystal said, no cat in their right mind would look for a puma unless there was some sort of purpose, so he could only conclude the gray tabby had also met the starry cats. “Crystal said there’s some sort of cave at the beginning of the stream, so we’re heading up there to look. Wanna join us? It’ll be fun~” The more the merrier, that was his way of life. Plus, it only made sense since it seemed they were all looking for the same thing.
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Post by Light on Feb 23, 2024 14:19:52 GMT -5
ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's abode) With: Caci ( soot ) Artichoke smirked at her amused comment, but his ears twitched as his focus shifted to where their flanks pressed together. It was true. The kits weren’t showing. Were they going to show? Artichoke had never really come across a pregnant she-cat before. He’d heard they put on some weight, but he didn’t really know what to expect in that regard. Caci’s side looked and felt as it normally did~ was that about to change? Caci seemed to steady herself a little, but remained by his side as he guided her back to their den. When her muzzle nudged by his own, he snuck in a quick lick on her nose. The unsettled feeling within him calmed a little more. No matter what happened to her in this process of bearing kits, she would still be his Caci. Nothing would change that. The change between the snowy ground outside and the soft padded floor within their den was undeniable. His expression as he eyed the flooring of the den was impressed, but somewhat skeptical. He had to admit it was comfortable, though he had the sinking feeling that he would be the one required to change it in the near future… and it was a lot of moss. Well… If they made it a habit to shake off their paws when they came in, they should be able to make it last longer. And if they found it was more pain than it was worth, they could always go back to a simple dirt floor. Artichoke glanced at Caci out of the corner of his eye. Right..? Artichoke let Caci settle into the nest, watching from the edge as she slid gracefully in amongst the crater of blankets and moss. When she brought her expectant gaze to his, he took one step into the nest and leaned forward, but only to touch noses with her. “I will dispose of the remains outside. Don’t want any uninvited guests getting the wrong idea and paying a visit in the night, now do we?” His tone was lilting and teasing as it often was, but seemed slightly off. As if something was lacking. Stepping back out of the nest, Artichoke turned away, his gaze darkening a tad. Even he could tell something was off with himself. He didn’t like it one bit. Something had to be done. He padded over the soft moss flooring, his steps barely making a sound. He stopped at the exit, the curtain opened just a crack before him, bathing him a subtle red in the rays of the gradually setting sun. “I will be back,” he meowed without looking back. His ears twitched. “Wait for me,” he added after a moment’s pause. With that said, he slipped out, the tip of his long white tail vanishing from sight. The chill in the air was cooler now that the sun was setting. Artichoke padded over to the raven carcass and circled it once before picking it up. He looked left, then right, trying to decide the best place to take it. He remembered seeing a sharp dip in amongst the trees not too far away, and started to take it that way. His walk was silent except for the soft crunch of snow beneath his paws and the gentle whistle of the wind through the bare branches of the trees. The silence was comforting at first, something to counteract the noise within his mind. But by the time he disposed of the bones, the silence had become stifling. Artichoke let out a hiss, and lifted his head to the quickly darkening sky that peeked through the dead branches. He’d never really thought about it very much before. Being a father that was. As a kit, the only thing he ever wanted was to grow strong and make a place for himself. It was what Mother had always prepared them for. And so he had. He lived well on his own. He found himself a mate to call his own, and now he had a fabulous patch of land that would serve them well for the rest of their days. And now… Artichoke let out a dry chuckle that edged on hysteria. He lowered his head from the sky, shaking it from side to side. And now he was going to have a family. His own family. And he was going to be a father. He never had a father growing up, so he wasn’t sure what exactly was to be expected. Artichoke took a deep breath, steeling himself before continuing on his path back home as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon. Whatever the case, he knew who he was. He knew what he’d do. Just as Caci was his one and only, these kits would also be his. Nothing would dare lay tooth nor claw upon them, lest they receive his wrath. They would grow into strong little Artichokes and Cacis, and what once started with a single Artichoke and his beloved would become a family. His own little clan. It was dark by the time Artichoke returned. He said nothing when he slipped past the curtain and into the den. Was Caci still awake? He padded to the edge of the nest and hovered over it for a moment. He had taken a little longer getting back than he had originally planned. He stepped carefully into the nest. First one paw, then another into the ultrasoft pile of blankets and moss. In no time, he had settled himself beside Caci. It was warm~ and ever so comfortable. He wrapped his tail around her and peered down at her with warmth in his gaze. She looked so beautiful lying there. He wouldn't trade anything in the world for this. For her. Artichoke felt his body relax in no time, and his eyes grew heavy. The days events and efforts must be catching up with him.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 27, 2024 12:03:13 GMT -5
Gonna try to get my replies for here done today!
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Post by aether on Feb 27, 2024 21:11:35 GMT -5
[ wait feather this is amazing thank you so much for making this rp ;~; i jumped on randomly today, newly graduated university and being struck with the urge to write, and seeing this is so cool!
if it's okay, i'm definitely making a character or two >:3 ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 27, 2024 21:38:16 GMT -5
Aether, hi! hope everything has been going well for ya, and congrats on graduating!!
thank you for originally having this idea and being okay with somebody remaking it ;w;
and of course it's okay to make some characters!! there's no way i'd say no to that
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Post by aether on Feb 27, 2024 22:05:03 GMT -5
Hoot -- 22 moons -- Molly
Brazen | Humorous | Intuitive
A long-haired molly with thick black fur and dazzling green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- Hoot was found by Drizzle at about six weeks of age when she was ill, and they've been inseparable since.
- Lesbian
Drizzle -- 45 moons -- Molly
Altruistic | Percipient | Nosy
A thin black she-cat with white hairs randomly ticked throughout her coat and green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- No living known relatives, she is the adoptive mother of Hoot
- Bisexual
Burdock -- 52 Moons -- Tom
Integrity | Tenacious | Amiable
Large golden-brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- Had a mate named Cherry and two kits named Rose and Iris. They all died from greencough, Burdock has been lonesome since.
- Heterosexual.
[ i'll read through and check where people are at with the story! also, all my characters are open for romantic relations!]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 28, 2024 10:32:35 GMT -5
Hoot -- 22 moons -- Molly
Brazen | Humorous | Intuitive
A long-haired molly with thick black fur and dazzling green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- Hoot was found by Drizzle at about six weeks of age when she was ill, and they've been inseparable since.
- Lesbian
Drizzle -- 45 moons -- Molly
Altruistic | Percipient | Nosy
A thin black she-cat with white hairs randomly ticked throughout her coat and green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- No living known relatives, she is the adoptive mother of Hoot
- Bisexual
Burdock -- 52 Moons -- Tom
Integrity | Tenacious | Amiable
Large golden-brown tabby tom with pale green eyes.
Rogue | Undetermined
- Had a mate named Cherry and two kits named Rose and Iris. They all died from greencough, Burdock has been lonesome since.
- Heterosexual.
[ i'll read through and check where people are at with the story! also, all my characters are open for romantic relations!] i'll get you added!! c': |
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 28, 2024 13:38:39 GMT -5
Comet »
Drawing in the air around him to taste the scents came back with disappointing results. A mouse or shrew would have been more promising, easier prey to catch, but when Comet only caught scent of the bird again, he had to admit that if they wanted to eat, they were going to have to try for the bird. Avians were harder prey to catch, tricky little creatures, but it was worth a shot if that was all they were going to find.
Comet shuffled his paws against the hard packed snow covering the ground. ”Not very,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly. Jack Frost seemed like a kind tom, but what if that changed once he knew of Comet’s unease at catching birds? Hunger could turn a friend into an enemy quicker than the weather could change. That’s what Star had told Comet before at least. He wondered briefly where his brother was at the moment, knowing that Star had headed off toward the moor to try his luck at hunting. Perhaps luck had come Star’s way and he had been able to find a rabbit - perhaps two, but that was pushing it. For all of Star’s skill, Comet knew that two rabbits in this weather would be beyond lucky.
”Did you want to track it or try something else?” Comet asked, shifting his stance once more. It was clear that Comet wasn’t much of a leader, and instead allowed others to make decisions for him. If Jack Frost wanted to abandon the bird scent then Comet would follow, despite wanting to try their chances at the bird.
Alice »
The smallest of purrs vibrated in the back of Alice’s throat when her sister began explaining Spark’s job and activities outside of the farm’s territory. She was nervous at first, the calico’s words hesitant and shaky; Alice nodded encouragingly toward her sister, silently telling her to go on, nonverbally letting her know that she could do this.
And once the gates were open, information poured out of them like a flood.
In no means did Wonder rattle on and on about Spark and his competitions, but for Wonder it was a lot of words coming out of her mouth. Alice smiled. She knew Wonder had it in her to be steady in her conviction, to be sure of herself. Perhaps it took a bit of pushing and waiting for her to find her steps, but Wonder wasn’t as weak-hearted as she came across.
The tortoiseshell remained silent, attention switching between Wonder and Binx. Even when she glanced at the black molly her ears remained angled toward her sister, curious to hear what she had to say about Spark - some of these things that Wonder was saying was new to even Alice. While she knew of the competitions that Spark took a part of, she didn’t know them in detail - which was a reason as to why she had asked Wonder if she could elaborate. Not only did she not know much about what Spark did outside the farm, she had also wanted Wonder to feel more comfortable in this interaction with Binx. ”I didn’t know that,” she responded to the calico’s question, eyeing Wonder curiously for a moment; it was no surprise that Wonder knew more about the dogs than Alice did - Wonder had a closer connection to them than the tortoiseshell, but there was a smidge of guilt welling up inside Alice’s chest. Surely she should know more about the farm dogs than she did. Without a doubt she could spout off the tasks and duties that Bo, Spark, and Confetti had on the farm, but beyond that…what much could she say about the dogs? Their personalities were easy for Alice to convey to others as well, but figuring out the personality of somebody else wasn’t that hard to accomplish. All that required was spending a few minutes with somebody, but knowing their backstories, their histories… That was a deep connection that Alice was lacking with the dogs.
Huh. Perhaps she needed to work on that. Or she could just let Wonder have that.
Seeing how Wonder was warming up to Binx now, and that Binx was actively engaging in a conversation with the younger molly, Alice sat herself in silence, observing the conversation at paw. This is how she would have remained if not for noticing the large figure of Bo making his way toward the trio. Obviously he wasn’t going to perch himself atop the hay bale the three felines were on, but Alice could see the large canine standing just below, his attention perked toward them.
”She’ll be an expert on everything about this farm by the time the snowstorm stops,” Alice called down to Bo, amusement seeping into her words as she spoke. The feline pushed herself to her paws and padded toward the edge of the hay bale, looking downward to Bo in greeting.
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 28, 2024 13:41:31 GMT -5
Percy »
The last thing Percy expected to find was another duo of cats heading in the same direction that he and Smoke were. Not only was the wind a blustering monster and the snow a frozen barrier to all life around, but they were near the mountains. Sure, there were some cats who lived their lives in the rocky crags and stony sheers, but not many. Not enough that Percy and Smoke would just randomly come by two mountain cats conveniently walking by. And even if these two were mountain cats, there was something…odd…about the taller of the two.
As the taller cat approached, Percy took a step back as surprise lit his eyes and ruffled his fur. Was this even a cat? The creature was spotted and tall, much too tall for a normal cat, and his ears made Percy think of a rabbit. The spotted animal looked like a cat and smelled mostly like a cat, but something was off. Something was different here.
A stupid thought crossed his mind, something so stupid that even Percy had to admit to its idiocy, and trust him, Percy was the king of saying stupid things.
Is he the puma? His mind questioned.
Of course he’s not! That’s not a puma exactly, Percy shot back to himself, scoffing at his own mind’s foolishness.
Shaking this ignorance away like a burr, Percy was soon able to see just how friendly the tall cat - he was a cat, right? - was. Puffing out his chest and perking his tail high in the air, Percy stepped forward, beaming a warm smile of greeting. This smile soon turned itself halfway upside down as his jaws split open into an ‘O’, green eyes growing large with surprise. ”A puma too?” This question was followed by an inquisitive look toward Smoke; had his companion known that others would be looking for this puma as well? Had the starry cats made a connection with other cats beyond Smoke? Surely they had if these two other cats were on the trail of the puma. And if they were looking for the puma too then surely they were all getting close… Percy cocked a glance toward the mountain looming ahead. Just how close to the puma were they?
”I don’t see why we shouldn’t join the two of you,” Percy replied. Why split up if they were searching for the exact same thing? And Crystal and… Well, Percy didn’t know the other cat’s name. ”I’m Percy, by the way. This is my friend Smoke.” The ginger and white tom gestured with his tail toward the healer. ”And you are?” Crystal and tall cat weren’t coming off as a threat, and considering they were all looking for the puma, joining forces made sense, especially if Crystal sounded like she knew of a good place to look.
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 16:32:54 GMT -5
[ thank you! did anyone have some characters available to rp? C: ]
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just reply when its the next day
