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(Ahh, sorry about my little disappearance there Light ^^' 


Hallo! aether I have A few characters open if you'd like! I have Zee, he's a bit of an interesting, charismatic tom who lounges around the barn, or near the edges of the farm itself. Lada is a loner, she normally sticks to the forests, or moors, she's a tinge of a nervous nelly, but polite! And I have Canna, she's more secluded, but an absolute sweet heart past her slightly sharper exterior. She's gone through quite a bit, losing her kits and mate and the such, but she's happy to be anyone's company!)




Caci looked mildly displeased, nose scrunching and ears flattening. "I always do.. just don't take too long?" She says, the tiniest bit petulant, paws curling in further before she gives him a bit of a joking, soft smile as he trots off, swishing the end of her tail in a little 'see you soon' motion. The silver molly supposes having critters (or worse, larger birds) stop by right outside isn't the best idea. Feed them once, and they'll come back again. (She may or may not have almost adopted a kit once-)

Caci rests her head contemplatively on the edges of the diligently created nest, neck propped up. She's thought of being a parent for moons now, probably longer than not at this point.. but it's still terrifying. Raising a small kit to become a whole cat like themselves one day. A little Artichoke, a little Caci, maybe more? She can't really tell if it'll be a small or large litter yet, all she does know is that this icebite season will be a tinge more.. hungry feeling than usual.

She's still a teensy bit hungry.

As her thoughts drift, eyes flutter in a wing like motion, Caci's half in her own head of musings, and half dragged to sleep when she hears quiet pawsteps once her mate has returned. The ever pleasant, and familiar scent, and moments later, her mobile heater lays down, his tail curling around her. Caci neatly tucks her head over his, her tail curled in between them.

"Goodnight.." She says quietly, before silently keeping her eyes closed

[ also, since there's too much to really read, where are we at with the plot? :3 has there been talk of clans or banding together? ]

(No worries Soot! I’ll get a post up sometime this week. ^^)

(Aether: We’ve been mostly just having cats go about their lives and becoming a bit more acquainted with each other. But there are four cats who have started on a journey to seek out a puma, as instructed in their dreams. Well. Two of them had the dream. The other two are along for the ride, I think. ^^ These cats include Percy, Smoke, Kuta, and Crystal. This will potentially lead to clan-forming movement. :3 Anyone feel free to add or correct me if I am wrong.)
(It is currently the beginning of leafbare.)

(That sounds great aether !

As for Canna and Burdock, hm, her being stuck isn't unlikely, she might even get in a pinch in the forest. Maybe getting chased by a fox or larger bird of some kind. The idea of her trying to scare him away would be funny! Maybe once realizing he isn't such a bad cat, she properly introduces herself? And I'm excited to see whatever characters you might make next, character creation is a favorite of mine, and designing, haha ^^)

(Sounds good! I'm in a bit of a creative mood right now, pft.

And definitely! She's similar, generally not one to hurt, but if it comes down to a fight of sorts? She'll participate if necessary ^^' A little Scare n' Meet.

I'm standing by my choice of just hoarding all my Oc's into one rp to be of use at some point xD)

adding the new kitties~
and im more than fine with somebody running into Cotton and Creamsicle!

(Yep! Soot and I are now free to skip to the next morning. I’ll try and see if I can write something up later tonight. ^^)

(Ooh. That sounds like it’d be fun! I’d better further explain Killer’s backstory.)
(Killer was once known in the twolegplace as Sun Eater and lived among a sort of gang of cats in the twolegplace led by Big Daddy (his father). They expanded their territory (turf) within the twolegplace and would demand tribute from locals in exchange for protection from other strays. But a lot of twolegplace cats were unhappy with them, so they gathered forces and a battle erupted. The final blow was dealt by the twolegs when the catchers arrived. Big Daddy’s gang was thusly disbanded. Killer was one of those captured and remained in the cageplace for a while. He was a kittypet for a short time after that, before escaping back onto the streets of the twolegplace. There he searched for any remnants of Big Daddy’s gang to no avail. The other twolegged place cats knew who he was, and feared that he might revive the gang if he remained. So some of them gathered together again to get rid of him for good. It was a close call, but Sun Eater managed to flee to the forest, never to return to the twolegplace again~ for he had lost that battle and must at least honour the consequences. But Sun Eater was ashamed to have fled, to have been driven to such a state. So he declared Sun Eater to be dead, taking on the name his brief twoleg owner had called him... Killer. Since then, he has dwelt in and around the pine forest in relative isolation.)
(Quite some time has passed since then, but I’m sure there are still boogeyman tales of Big Daddy’s gang told to keep kits in line. Sun Eater was considered to be especially vicious and terrifying, and he was often seen with a cat known by some as the Mottled Rat~ who was the brains of the duo, and a “rat” who gave information to Big Daddy himself. The tales are oft far more excessive than the real truth of the matter. Killer’s behaviour has a tendency to lead to a lot of misunderstandings.)

(If they were to meet, it would have to be somewhere in the forest. And Killer could be recognized as a member of Big Daddy’s gang by the crisscross scar on his right shoulder. Or his large size and the colouring that looks like a black cat who ate the sun might give a clue of who he is. He might not take kindly to a fan bringing up the past, but would not stop the young tom from following. He might try to ditch him sometimes. Or he might take further action if Casper is especially annoying. But if he saw the young tom in real trouble that he couldn’t handle on his own, he would step in to help. It would take time or the right situation, but the tom might gradually consider Casper to be a lil bro or something like that.)

(He also has a future plot arc where he stumbles upon his old friend, the Mottled Rat, once again. May or may not come with clashing with the barn cats. But once all’s said and done, perhaps the Mottled Rat’s followers could make friends with Casper through that connection. :3 Pardon my veiled terms. And the very long explanation, haha.)

(Soot, did you want to do a morning routine before Artichoke and Caci head out? Or did you want to skip to the location right away?)

[ Light that sounds awesome! i think it'll be a lot of fun to throw casper at him. casper is pretty small for his age since he was the runt of his litter, but he makes up for it in personality. he hates being babied or feeling belittled (he definitely has sensitive feelings). he probably would talk about the past but figure out soon enough it is off limits and opt to go from strictly a 'well you are really big and cool and i want to learn from the best' type angle. if you're down, i'd love to start an rp between them?

soot take your time! and thank you so much! i appreciate those compliments a lot. definitely will not always be the standard though, sometimes the brain juices dont flow, and you just gotta put out what you can Cx ]

[ thank you! <3 and no worries, take ya time ]

(Astra- I'll wait for Soot with Caci before continuing. :3 I look forward to seeing what happens.)

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Killer
Location: Forest
With: Casper
(aether )

Prey remained as evasive as ever in this leafbare season. The frosted branches of trees hung all around him like the bars of a cage. It was eerie and unpleasant, reminding him of the time he had been trapped in one of those foul things. The tight space within a cage allowed very little movement; overall there was little to do but to sit and wait for his chance to get out. The winter-bare forest around him was nothing compared to that. But Killer much preferred the pine trees from which he had travelled. They kept their green treelike look all year around. But for some reason or another, more of the prey-creatures seemed to prefer this side of the forest.

Killer ambled through the forest, taking in the sights and scents as he plodded along. Despite having not eaten for a day and a half, the large tom was in no particular worry or rush. He came to a stop on a high rise that jutted out from the top of a downward slope, his paws only a whisker length from the edge. Beyond the edge was a sharp decline of about ten tail-lengths from which tree roots hung from in a tangled mass. It wasn’t something a cat would want to fall off of unprepared. Killer’s thick-furred tail swept behind him as he eyed the landscape below through the barren branches of the deciduous forest.

For the most part it was quiet and other than the gentle sway of the branches, nothing seemed to be stirring. But the longer he waited there, the more he noticed. The flutter of dark wings up in the high reaches of the trees. The quick jittery movements of a squirrel scrambling across the lower branches of another tree. He wondered if the squirrel would dare venture to the forest floor, where perhaps he could sneak up upon it. Or perhaps he could find something more fulfilling if he kept waiting. But the gnawing hunger within him made his paws itch with impatience. He was still weighing his options when he noticed the squirrel freeze then dart for cover within its cozy little home within the tree. Rats! Annoyance darkening his gaze, the tom searched for the source of the squirrel’s panic. Dirtied orange fur slinked through the trees below where the squirrel had been, flashing in and out of view between the trees. Killer’s grey-green eyes narrowed as he watched its progress. It was obviously stalking something. Was it something he could eat? He searched the snowy ground before the fox, searching for the fox’s prey.

To his great disappointment, a young white cat trudged into view, nose held high as he blatantly walked along, seemingly unaware of the danger that lurked behind. Killer let out a long-suffering sigh. Instead of a scrumptious meal, he’d found an ignorant young tom with death following at his tail. The two travelled closer to the clearing of sparse growth beneath the ledge upon which he stood. Now Killer wasn’t by any means a hero. He firmly believed that cats should learn by experience and grow stronger because of it. However, he also knew that a dead cat learned nothing. If this young tom did not notice the fox following behind him any time soon, he was going to be dead meat. As a fellow cat with a general dislike for any canine creatures, it’d be a shame to let this kit die on his watch. Besides… He’d been itching for a fight for a while.

As soon as they reached the small clearing below, the fox picked up it’s pace and started to close in on it’s prey. Killer wasted no more time. “Behind ye, ya mousebrained kit!!” With a fearsome yowl, he leapt down from his ledge, landing ten tail-lengths below with a resounding WHUMP a short distance away from the white tom. He could feel the jolt through every joint in his body, but his powerful limbs in combination with the soft snow did well to cushion the drop. The large dark tom didn’t stop there. With little pause, he bounded almost directly towards the smaller tom, a killer’s intent clearly emanating from almost every muscle in his body. It only took him a moment to brush past the young tom, leaping to intercept the fox (whom was nearly upon the young cat) with a heavy downward rake of his sharp claws upon the fox’s face- right across it’s left eye. An old scar on his back tingled in satisfaction when his claws made contact with flesh. 


(I hope this is alright! ^^ And though 12 moons is not kit age, a combination of Casper's smaller size and his inexperience will likely cause Killer to see him in that way, haha. XD)