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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 11, 2024 0:03:39 GMT -5
— i still have pumpkin open of anyone wants to throw a kitty at her :3 |
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Post by whispering on Mar 11, 2024 0:14:38 GMT -5
-` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾, i can throw nimbus or magpie her way :3
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 11, 2024 0:24:28 GMT -5
— whichever works for me!! I have a starter up for here on page 57 if you wanna work off that :3 |
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Post by whispering on Mar 11, 2024 9:26:35 GMT -5
His housefolk lived the same schedule every day. They awoke, worshipped, and fed him before leaving for the day. And that was when he made his escape. It had become a routine. Nimbus, King Nimbus, lived just as his name suggested. He did what he wanted and whenever he wanted. He was a king. At least, until his housefolk returned home. Despite his daily expeditions exploring his territory, the little Bengal tom made sure to crawl back through the window before anyone could notice his absence.
As soon as the door was shut, and his breakfast was finished, Nimbus hurried his way through the window that was always cracked open no matter the weather. Rain, sleet, or snow. In the few moons he'd lived here, it was always open. And it wasn't until recently that he decided to take advantage and explore the outside world. Across the garden, over the fence, and into the forest.
The little cat never strayed too far, at least not with the weather so cold. The leafless branches and stillness of the cold, winter forest were... well, eerie. So Nimbus did his daily rounds of marking his territory and hurried back to his warm abode. Except when he arrived today, the cold winds brought the fresh scent of an intruder. Nimbus whipped around, his fur standing on end. "W-who's there?" He called, fear clawing at his belly, green eyes wildly scanning the snow-blanketed undergrowth. What if it was a wild cat? He'd be crow-food for sure.
Then he saw her. The plump, tabby kittypet slinked beneath the bushes. His fur lay flat, and he snorted triumphantly. It's just a kittypet! "Hey!"
Tail and head held high, Nimbus made his way towards the intruder, despite his previous fear. "This is my territory, you know. Can't you smell my scent?"
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:21:40 GMT -5
Spackle Location // The Twoleg Place Spackle only slightly recoiled at the splash of water sent his way, giving her a flat, and obviously amused look as she shook her paws off, and continued their little trek. He had a sly grin on his face, brow quirked ever so slightly. Well that was unexpected for the more serious seeming molly. A pleasant surprise, he supposes. Oughta add 'Likes jumping in puddles in the cold' to his mental list. Spackle tilts his head as he listens, "That's an understandable point of view." He supplies, ear flickering. "I've plenty I know who are more acquaintances than friends, in respects. Close friends are hard to come by." A certain cat flashes into mind at the thought, a slight tense in his shoulders before he lifts his head, head tilting with a grin at the change of topic. Save that nagging bout of guilt for another day. "He is." He replies, only slightly pausing at the.. subtle compliment? It took his kit distracted mind a moment to take in her body language. She's less obvious in the eyes, than her tail or shoulders. Something he's noticed, even with their few and short interactions. Glowering at a the damp, wet snow covering his paws, he blinks, and gives her a small, more genuine smile. "They'd all likely have a different reaction to that, but I can only hope." He adds, hopping a few paces over the more mushy snow before it turns more solid, waiting for her to catch up before carrying on. Questions questions, all his head is ever filled with on days like these, besides the instinctual observations. Spackle keeps his tone casual. Light. "How long have you been here? I ended up here when I was young, just about Boz's age." Spackle asks, trying not to seem like he's prying. Because he definitely isn't, not at all. |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:23:51 GMT -5
Lada Location // The Edges of The Forest Lada gently kept a paw in front of her hard caught prey, her hackles lowering ever so slightly at the other cat's response. She's not looking for trouble in any sorts, and she can't say if this small bit of prey is really worth possibly her life against two cat's. Lada has faith in her own abilities, but even she has her limits, especially in this season where it's hard enough to conserve energy for even just hunting. She still wakes up more tired than when she'd gone to sleep, on occasion. Lada still stands up, her ears twitching as the other molly stepped paw closer, Lada inching the tiniest bit away. The molly's almost soft words make her pause, an ear tilting outwardly. "Oh..- yes, I've been staying there recently. I've.. not seen either of you." She replies, fluffed fur settling more flat against her skin. Though their scents do bring the faintest of familiarities to mind. Maybe she's smelt them around before? Lada opens and closes her maw at least twice before mustering up a response. "It's.. a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Lada." She replies, tone a tinge awkward, but full of practiced manners. Flicking her tail more slowly, curious, she tilts her head, looking over Drizzle's shoulder to glance at where they'd come from. Hm. They both look distinctly cold. Well, obviously, but more so than they should be, after coming out of their den. "Is.. this where you both live?" Lada asks hesitantly, expression more open, if a tad tinged with concern. This molly sounds the tiniest bit sick, and if they're too cold? Well.. it runs in the family to have a terrible guilty conscious. |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:26:24 GMT -5
Canna Location // Mountain-base
Canna's ears tilted nearly flat against her head, tail curling around her paws as she keeps her advantage of higher ground. She can't quite tell if he's lying or not. Why would a cat who seems to not quite know their way (or surroundings for that), simply be strolling around in the cold. Surely he must be hungry. He's larger than her- probably larger than most cat's in the region. The larger you are, the more sustenance you need. He steps closer, watching her amply, as she does him. Canna isn't quite convinced, but lets it slide. She chatters softly in reply. It's more often that cat's tend to get lost during the warmer, or even sprouting seasons. She supposes a.. 'lost wanderer' is something she should be more used to by now. But Canna will admit, his appearance threw her off some. He wouldn't have to try very hard to take her territory if he so wished. Lifting her ears back up again through sheer control, she gives him a knowing look before casting her glance towards the left, tail gesturing idly. "That way- it should lead you to the stream you're looking for." She answers, not quite sure why he might be looking for a frozen over body of water. Knows his way from there perhaps? Canna shifts on her paws, body language less threatening now, and more.. slumped. She hasn't spoken with company- (anyone really) since the start of the leaves turning orange and red, and falling from the trees. Quietly, and perhaps a bit less steadfast as she likes, "Would.. you prefer me to accompany you there?" She offers. If he's lost, perhaps it'd be safer to make sure he truly reaches his destination. |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:29:48 GMT -5
Zee Location // The Barn Zee is absolutely delighted not to be brushed off so plainly, his grin the tiniest bit larger, and his tail flicking as he settles it to curl around his paws. "I have been to the forest, quite often actually." He leans forward some, head tilted with a cheery tone. "You two would probably get along quite swell. Personally, there's always been something in Barn caught mice I've always preferred. Preferences, such an odd concept when you think about it." He visits the forest almost every other few days, except for this cold, biting season. Lest he end up stuck in the cold, by himself, or star forbid with Bitty Boz. The tom pauses, nose scrunching in a sudden fall of his cheeriness. "I always have been curious (hah, ironic) at just how every cat being unique works." He questions before shrugging, cheery back in place. "Ah!- almost forgot. I'm Zee, it's a pleasure to meet you..?" He leaves the end silent, waiting for his also silent question to (hopefully) be answered. (Sorry for not getting this up sooner! I hope this is alright ^^ Random side note, I've found such amazing radioapple fanart recently it's amazing-) |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:31:22 GMT -5
Caci Location // The Forest (Artichoke and Caci's Territory) Caci winces as she listens to Artichoke's reaction. She is completely unsurprised, and tries to send an apologetic look towards the molly. She can understand the feeling, trying to get a full grasp on boundaries, and scent markings and the such in a forest. Especially as a loner? Caci never had to deal with it to nearly this extent besides more so.. pleasantries and manners where she'd lived before. Caci's ear did flick sharply when Artichoke flashed his claws, and Mist backing away with a sudden lack of her previous light and politeness.. now it's more so fear. "He'll take you, safely" A sharp, merciless glance towards Artichoke, "to our borders. I promise it's not far, and we don't want you getting lost." She adds onto Artichoke, balancing out the anger with a more gentle, but urging tone. Her head tilts, brows knit together as she gestures with her head in the direction to head with Artichoke. Better to get this molly off of their territory before she get's... well. Possibly torn to shreds, depending on Artichoke's mood. Which isn't looking bright. Caci feels a small flash of amusement at the irony that even if they're both starkly different, she knows her and their kits will be safe, with Artichoke by their side. |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 0:31:47 GMT -5
(Woo! Happy I was able to get all of those (Sorry for the delays-), I hope they turned out good!)
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 13, 2024 12:12:03 GMT -5
[ all good ! I'll try to reply either today or tmrw evening :3 ] |
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Post by Light on Mar 13, 2024 22:41:58 GMT -5
 ArtichokeLocation: The Forest (The Edges of Artichoke, and Caci's Territory) With: Caci and Mist ( soot and ✧˚ · . ~ Astra`Rise ~ . · ˚✧ ) Artichoke saw her back away with her tail between her legs, feeling some satisfaction that she seemed to show some understanding. He noted that she was nearing the partially frozen stream behind her. The proximity to the edge of their border further assured him. He lifted his head assuredly, his fur smoothing. A smirk crossed his face- however it vanished in flinch and a flash of annoyance at Caci’s cutthroat glare. He rolled his eyes before letting out a consenting sigh. “Yes… As long as you listen and don’t try anything, you’ll be safe. What you do after you are gone is up to you, but think again if you ever think of trying a stunt like this again.” He returned his gaze to the white molly before them. He didn’t trust this cat, but she still didn’t seem to be a threat. And as much as he itched for a fight, it wasn’t worth Caci’s wrath. Against his better judgement, he sheathed his claws- but they were ready to come out at a moment’s notice. “Is your den that way?” he asked, nodding to the far side of the stream behind the white molly. The partially frozen stream crossed the edge of the clearing. If she was headed in that direction, they only needed to find a stable crossing. If she came from over there, she must have one that she used. “Our border runs along this side of the stream. If you pay a little more attention, you'll notice the scent markers that I have left. If your den is beyond the stream, then it would not be within our borders.” Being closer to the stream, the scent markers here didn't seem to stick the same. He would need to make sure to leave stronger markers here going forth, so that further instances like this wouldn't happen. His gaze trailed along the stream, to their next nearest border that led away from the stream. It wasn’t far at all, just barely out of sight in the trees. If the intruder did not come from the other side of the stream and instead dwelt on this side, there was a low probability that her den was within their borders. (You're both doing great~! <3 Loving the responses. I hope mine are alright as well. ^^') |
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Post by soot on Mar 13, 2024 22:54:33 GMT -5
(Your responses are great, Light ! I'm excited for future interactions with random strangers, and a very protective Arti xD Maybe a bit of protective Caci next time around?) |
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Post by Light on Mar 14, 2024 0:10:53 GMT -5
(Whew, I'm glad! ^^ I look forward to that as well. Hehe, maybe. ;3 Getting into clan life when the time comes will be interesting as well. XD)
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 15, 2024 22:22:05 GMT -5
Pumaheart »
”The time has come.”
Ears twitched in silent understanding as the whispered words echoed around the cave.
A knowing smile pulled the large feline’s lips upward. History was about to be made.
The howling wind outside slowed, replaced by the crunch of snow as wary pawsteps padded ever closer to the entrance of the cave. Curious voices called out from the newfound silence.
The large feline pushed herself to her paws. There was a faint wonder of just how much these cats knew, but the stars had told her that they were like fledglings - eager to learn and instinctively knew that they were meant for more than just life in a nest, but they would need patient guidance and gentle mentoring. The large cat was confident in her abilities to ease these cats into the ways of the Clans that had been lost to most for generations. The stars had chosen her for this job, afterall. In her heart she knew she was ready. In her heart she knew this was her destiny.
On steady paws the sandy colored feline made her way to the cave entrance. The closer she got the stronger the scents of snow and foreign cats tickled at her nose. StarClan warriors had told her there would be four cats, and as she neared she was able to distinguish the scents of four different felines.
A purr rumbled in her throat. This was good. All was coming together as it should be.
Her eyes squinted against the light of the wintry sun as she neared the cave mouth. The wind began to pick up as she stood on the cusp of the cave and the outside world; surely to the four cats standing outside she was a mere silhouette, a mystery that had yet to be solved. But to her, the promised company was as clear as ever - a towering spotted cat with inquisitive hazel eyes, a blue-gray feline with a shroud of protectiveness over her. A few pawsteps away stood a gray tabby tom with kindness in his gaze and the smell of herbs around him. Beside the healer was a ginger and white tom, curiosity burning throughout him yet filled with determination. A fine group these cats were. A fine group of cats that StarClan had sent her.
With one fluid motion she waved her broad tail in welcome, dipping her head in peace and silently telling them they were welcome inside the cave. The silent greeting over, her blazing amber eyes flitted once more across each of the four cats. ”You must be the leopard who walks among cats, and this,” she turned to focus her gaze upon the blue-gray molly who stood at his side like a mother guarding her kit, ”must be your gemstone guardian.” Figuring out who was who was much easier than the molly had expected - when StarClan had first sent her these descriptions in her dreams she had been confused. Moons of ruminating over this had still left her clueless, but now, with these four felines in front of her, it was all becoming clear. It was as if she had never been confused at all.
A thoughtful expression turned into warmth. In an odd way she felt as if she were saying hello to long lost friends. There was a connection she felt between herself and these cats already, as if this wasn’t the first time they were meeting.
She focused onto the gray tabby tom and the other tomcat that stood at his side, their pelts brushing. ”You’re what remains of the cinders.” She looked to the ginger and white tom next. ”You are the fire that strengthens the smoke.” It was all so clear to her now. It was all so obvious. Almost painfully so.
For a second time she motioned for the four felines to come inside. They were sure to be cold standing out in the leaf-bare weather, and no telling how long they had been traveling for. She could see that they weren’t skin and bone, but they weren’t plump either. Fortunately for them she had managed to keep a fresh-kill pile well stocked inside her den.
”StarClan told me the four of you would arrive. Have they spoken about me to you?” A knowledgeable smile danced across her lips; of course their starry ancestors had whispered into the ears of these cats. Why else would they be here? But what they had told them, she did not know. ”I am Pumaheart, keeper of knowledge and warden of the Clans that once made their homes here.”
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Post by Myst on Mar 16, 2024 11:41:47 GMT -5
 Kuta -- The Cave (I agree it should def have a name) | With Crystal, Smoke, Percy & Pumaheart - 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 whispering Feathertalon He hadn’t expected his new companion to be so surprised, but then again, he himself hadn’t expected to meet any cat crazy enough to go hunting for a puma. Even still, his excitement was just mounting. Surely it’d be much easier between the four of them. There was a buzzing sensation just under his skin begging for him to get moving again. Surely this was fate of some kind pulling the group together. Did that mean they were close? They had to be, right?
Kuta's attention was quickly pulled away from the conversation before him as the gray tom’s movements caught his eye. “Where ya goin?” he called after him, head tipped in curiosity. Though, he managed to answer his own question as his gaze wandered ahead of the other, landing on what had to be the mouth of the cave Crystal had told him about. His mouth hung open just a bit as he watched as Smoke reached out to touch... well he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t see what it was from this distance, but surely it was something important. Or at the very least it was interesting. Only a moment later he was calling out for the others to join him, and Kuta was quick to oblige, trotting over to stand only a few steps behind him.
From here, the cave opening seemed even darker, and still he was drawn to it. It could’ve held anything, and he would have walked into it happily if only just to find out what he’d been searching for since moving into the area. His drive for discovery completely trumped his sense of self-preservation as hazel eyes moved to where the water tumbled over the stones. It wasn’t too steep, and claw marks told him they would be far from the first cats to make the ascension. Were they supposed to go up? He would if the others weren’t comfortable doing so.
Before the idea could even be posed, a new scent reached him, drawing his eyes up once more. Rather than just the mouth of the cave, he was met with a new shape against the bright winter sun. The silhouette of a large feline looking down upon them. The tall tom could do little more than look upon her in awe as his mind rushed to process this.
’Let the Puma guide you.'
The whispers were almost too quiet for him to hear but he welcomed them all the same. It was her, the cat mentioned in his dreams. While it was clear she was no big cat, from here she still seemed larger than life. Kuta didn’t even think to reciprocate her silent greeting before she spoke, addressing each of them individually. Taller ears stood alert with each strangely accurate description of the group. Crystal had referred to him much the same when they had met. The familiarity warmed his chest, bringing joy to his awe-stricken expression. His smile only broadened as she continued on to introduce herself and mention the information she’d been provided.
Despite how she hadn’t said too much, it was a lot for him to digest all at once. Suddenly the starry cats had a name and the molly before them had a name and title of sorts. She’d also invited them up into the cave and whatever mysteries it held for them. “They told me you would guide us... I’m just not totally sure to what,” Kuta admitted. Despite his answer, he took Pumaheart up on her invitation and started the small climb up the rocks. The feeling of cold stone under his claws wasn’t the most pleasant, but it was easy to ignore as excitement washed over him again. This was it! “The starry cats – uh, StarClan, I mean – have mentioned restoring EtherClan. Is that what we’re here for?”
(here's my sweet dummy - I should be able to get Binx and Vixen up soon as well, but I don't want to hold anything up so I got Kuta done first~)
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Post by whispering on Mar 16, 2024 17:21:53 GMT -5
(about to work on replies! sorry for delay, i left my laptop in my moms car and i’ve been chasing her all around missouri to get it back d:)
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 16, 2024 20:47:06 GMT -5
so sorry it took a hot minute to get these replies out :3 hopefully they do justice and are good<3  P u m p k i n | ❀
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accompanied by: Nimbus [ whispering ]
location: Forest Treeline In all honesty, Pumpkin wasn't expecting any other cats to be out and about. At least, she had never run into another feline whenever she explored before- why would her expectations change now? So, when a voice filled her ears, the brown and white tabby froze in her crouch, ears flattening against her skull as she spun around quickly, eyes narrowed and locking on another cat. A tom by the scent of them. She twitched her ear and slowly raised herself to stand. This cat smelled like she did. Like a housecat.
With a tilt of her head, Pumpkin raised an eyebrow in question. "Your territory?" The brown tabby molly echoed before her whiskers twitched in amusement. She took a few steps towards the young tom, sniffing slowly to get a whiff of the other felines scent. "Sorry, I don't think I do. Afterall, you smell like a housecat, so I don't think your scent would stray past your fence and your fur." Pumpkin teased, bouncing on her toes slightly before circling around the young tom curiously. "You have housefolk just like I do, so I don't think I need to be worried by your threats." She added.
You see, Pumpkin loved to test luck. She lived for danger and got a rise out of challenging others. That's where the clip on her ear came from- a silly tussle she had with some other cat in the forest over 'territory' that amounted into nothing. She didn't want the territory, after all. She purely explored for her own entertainment. So, when Nimbus frolicked up to her claiming this was his territory, Pumpkin figured... what better fun than challenging that? It was more entertaining than chasing a mouse, that's for sure.
Taking a step closer, leaving them both two whisker lengths away, Pumpkin opened her maw again. "If this really is your territory, why don't you show me 'round and then I'll gladly leave!" Names were pointless, so she didn't introduce herself just yet. Unless she was right and this was just a housecat trying to be tough. Pumpkin was just looking to tease and have fun. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 16, 2024 21:04:12 GMT -5
its all good!!:3 sorry for taking so long on a response in return  N e w t | ❀
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location: The Barn Newt slowly nodded his head in understanding. So, Zee was familiar with the forest. It actually tickled his curiosity- but he didn't pester about it. The grumpy tom had his own fair share of walks through the forest, even spent nights there even though he much preferred his cozy straw and hay nest in the barn. It was warmer, and Newt had to give Zee that. He licked his paws, washing the prey left overs from his face and whiskers before looking towards the young tom with narrowed yellow eyes.
Oh. He was asking for my name. Newt snorted slightly and curled his tail around his paws. It wasn't like he was trying to make friends, but, like before, he didn't want to be rude. Especially not to a cat that he shared his home with (and not to mention, some cat who's been living there longer). He hesitated though, mid lick, tongue sticking out before he put his paw down and slowly let out a sigh.
"I'm Newt." The grey tabby eventually responded, flicking an ear. "I suppose if you're curious about how unique cats are in their own respective way, you're in a good starting place by tryna get t'know other cats besides your siblings." Newt mewed softly, eventually getting to his feet. Stretching, he let his claws dig into the dirt before shaking the snow off his pelt. It was starting to fall again, and the grumpy tom didn't particularly like being in the snowfall. But, he figured he couldn't just leave Zee by himself either.
Gesturing with his head, Newt motioned towards the barn doors. "Why don't we head back inside? It's startin' to snow, and I assume you don't like the cold as much as I do." He meowed before padding his way through the doors. The warmth of the barn was wonderful, removing the chill he felt moments ago. He looked behind himself to make sure Zee was still with him. Why did he feel so curious about this young cat? Maybe because he reminded him of his own brother. One Newt missed dearly. He shook away the thoughts and decided to strike the conversation again next.
"You say the barn prey is your favorite, yeah? Do you have a preference between mice, voles and birds? Perhaps even the occasional squirrel we get?" The grey tom asked, jumping up onto a stack of hay and settling down, ears twitching as he waited for a reply. |
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Post by Novi on Mar 17, 2024 18:07:40 GMT -5
Comet »
The odds of either of the two toms catching the bird was low, but not impossible. Perhaps if they staked out the situation and figured out what exactly the bird was doing then maybe, just maybe, they’d have a dead bird at their paws. It was just enough of a hope to carry Comet’s paws in the direction the scent was leading.
Unfortunately the bird was nowhere near the ground.
Flitting high above in the trees was a little cardinal with pine in her beak. The brown feathered creature hopped about, blissfully unaware that two predators hid just underneath her wingspan.
Fortunately for the bird neither of the two toms appeared eager to go after her.
Comet caught sight of Jack Frost’s look toward him. The gray tabby tensed under his gaze momentarily before remembering that the white tom was a friend. A friend that also seemed unsure of his abilities to catch a bird.
Regaining a sense of confidence Comet shook his head in response, a low sigh rolling off his tongue. ”I don’t think we should chance it. One wrong pawstep and…well…” As his words trailed off his tail gestured toward the branches high above. Falling from such a height would surely mean a broken bone, and in this season a broken bone surely meant a painful death of starvation.
Shaking those thoughts away before they could follow a darker trail, Comet took in the scenery around him. The forest was thicker here. It would be promising hunting grounds in greenleaf. ”We can keep trying, see if there’s anything else,” Comet suggested, ears perked and jaws parting as he drew in a deep breath of air. Disappointment lit his amber gaze when no prey scent settled on his tongue. Hunting in leaf-bare was always hard, but this leaf-bare was proving to be particularly harsh. Jack Frost nodded in agreement. After casting one more look at the cardinal, he turned away from it and headed towards the marshlands. He'd want to get a way away from the little bird before scenting the air again. And plenty of creatures had homes closer to the water. It would be a long trek back to his own den, but now Jack Frost was determined to find something to eat. While the forest held good shelter against the colder climate, it made it harder to hunt with so much cover available. For once, his pelt would do the work. Before, Marco would sometimes rub mud and dirt into Jack Frost's fur to darken it and blend better. Never a fun time getting that out. Glancing back, Jack Frost made sure Comet was still behind him. With the marshlands in view, it occurred to him he hadn't actually planned anything with the other tom. But with no protests, he gave a mental shrug and lifted his nose to taste. While nothing stood out, movement did catch his attention. Whiskers twitching he squinted to make sure and scooted forward. "Ever try turtle before?" |
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Post by whispering on Mar 17, 2024 23:52:53 GMT -5
Smoke, so entranced in the ancient prints along the rocks, didn't notice when Percy brushed beside him- despite being the cat who called the others to come and see. He was growing accustomed to the ginger tabby's appearance in his life, a true friend. Perhaps even a companion eventually, even though it'd only been a few days since they met. Smoke was sure they were supposed to find each other. "Percy," He began with a warm smile, "Come and see..." The healer's voice faltered as the strange, yet familiar, scent grew strong, and a shadow suddenly loomed over the rocks.
Green eyes looked up to a tawny cat in the cave's mouth, built with powerful muscles, legs, and a broad face. Let the puma guide you. The voices whispered again, and realization dawned over Smoke. This cat was their puma. Her amber eyes were warm and knowledgeable, her expression knowing. It was as if she were expecting them. His theory was confirmed when she began to speak, Kuta and Crystal, the leopard amongst cats and his gemstone guardian.
You're what remains of the cinders. You're the fire that strengthens the smoke.
Smoke's mouth gaped into an 'o', and he could feel his eyes begin to tear. Emotion tugging at his heart. Everything was suddenly more lucid than it had ever been. His ancestors, StarClan, had been awaiting him all this time. Pumaheart knew they were coming. How long had Pumaheart been waiting for them? Was this her home? Did his mother know of the prophecy? The gray tom's head filled with questions as the molly beckoned them into her den. And Percy, what did they mean by the fire that strengthens the smoke? Did this mean things would grow between him and the ginger tabby? He shook away the thoughts, glancing over his shoulder at Percy, gently nudging him with his shoulder before scrambling up the rocks after the others.
Kuta had already begun his brigade of questions. EtherClan. It was still strange to hear dreams he thought were his own be spoken so freely by Kuta and Pumaheart. But this was how things were supposed to play out to progress. "Yes, and SylvanClan? We were told the puma, that's you, would guide us." He chuckled a bit before pausing, his head tilting curiously. "How long have you been awaiting our arrival?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 18, 2024 13:00:20 GMT -5
gonna try to get my replies up today, but i have a second 8-week class starting today that's gonna go until like 4 so we'll see how i feel after that ;w;
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Post by aether on Mar 19, 2024 5:00:36 GMT -5
[ sorry for the delay in my replies! life stuff, y'know how it is x3 i'm gonna work on them tonight ]
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Mar 19, 2024 14:00:02 GMT -5
Hey guys! Sorry for my absence, I needed to take a break with the speed of how school has been going for me, but I can confidently say I’m back now😊. I’ll catch up on what I have missed and get a response up!
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 17:27:39 GMT -5
no rush, aether and bleu!! c:
glad to see ya back though, bleu~
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2024 14:22:08 GMT -5
Comet »
Without a word or even a thought, Comet followed Jack Frost without question. Perhaps it wasn’t a smart choice to blindly follow a cat he had just met - Star would call Comet a downright mouse-brain for this sort of behavior - but the tabby was sure in himself that Jack Frost wouldn’t do any harm to him. They were just a group of newfound friends looking for food in the dead of leaf-bare; neither Comet nor Jack Frost could afford to get into a scuffle and harbor wounds that would need herbal care. While there was a healer that lived out in the woods, it was never a guarantee that he would be there when needed. Well, he did live in a particular spot in the woods, so it wasn’t like finding him would be all that hard, but who was to say he would have the appropriate herbs? Herbs were just as scarce in leaf-bare than prey. Any cat would be addled with bees in their brain if they decided to attack another just on a random whim. Even Comet could see the logic in civil interactions and Comet wasn’t as smart as his littermate.
As the two toms delved deeper into the forest, the woodland began to thin out and grow sparse rather than form thicker clumps of fern and brambles. For a split second Comet was confused, unsure as to where Jack Frost was taking him, but then it clicked - the marsh! The scent of pine and cedar washed over the tabby moments before he spotted the evergreen trees, their sharp barked bases a strong contrast from the bumpy and smooth bark of oak, maple, and hickory that dotted the forest. Under paw the ground became harder, though Comet knew the hardness was due to the frozen ground. In any other season the soil here would be damp and squishy, but the chill in the air had turned all the moisture in the ground into ice. With a glance at the ground Comet could see that even the pine needles had frozen over, ice covering them like permafrost.
A sharp movement from Jack Frost caught Comet’s attention; he paused with a paw up in the air, slowly, gingerly placing it onto the ground so as to not make a sound. Had his companion found something? Pine scent clung to the air as Comet drew in a breath. Amber eyes glanced around for any signs of prey, or perhaps even a predator, but the way Jack Frost stood, ears attentive, body loose, told Comet that they weren’t in any danger.
The question caught Comet off guard.
A confused blink was followed by, ”Turtle? They have shells, don’t they?” Of course he knew that they did, but his surprise had logic galloping away from his mind. Eating a turtle sounded as foreign to Comet as a cat living in harmony with a wolf, but hey, there was a first time for everything he supposed, and the rumbling in his stomach was a sharp reminder that any food was better than nothing. ”I’m willing to try,” he mewed, stretching his neck out in an attempt to find the turtle Jack Frost must have spotted.
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Post by Novi on Mar 22, 2024 11:52:33 GMT -5
Comet »
Without a word or even a thought, Comet followed Jack Frost without question. Perhaps it wasn’t a smart choice to blindly follow a cat he had just met - Star would call Comet a downright mouse-brain for this sort of behavior - but the tabby was sure in himself that Jack Frost wouldn’t do any harm to him. They were just a group of newfound friends looking for food in the dead of leaf-bare; neither Comet nor Jack Frost could afford to get into a scuffle and harbor wounds that would need herbal care. While there was a healer that lived out in the woods, it was never a guarantee that he would be there when needed. Well, he did live in a particular spot in the woods, so it wasn’t like finding him would be all that hard, but who was to say he would have the appropriate herbs? Herbs were just as scarce in leaf-bare than prey. Any cat would be addled with bees in their brain if they decided to attack another just on a random whim. Even Comet could see the logic in civil interactions and Comet wasn’t as smart as his littermate.
As the two toms delved deeper into the forest, the woodland began to thin out and grow sparse rather than form thicker clumps of fern and brambles. For a split second Comet was confused, unsure as to where Jack Frost was taking him, but then it clicked - the marsh! The scent of pine and cedar washed over the tabby moments before he spotted the evergreen trees, their sharp barked bases a strong contrast from the bumpy and smooth bark of oak, maple, and hickory that dotted the forest. Under paw the ground became harder, though Comet knew the hardness was due to the frozen ground. In any other season the soil here would be damp and squishy, but the chill in the air had turned all the moisture in the ground into ice. With a glance at the ground Comet could see that even the pine needles had frozen over, ice covering them like permafrost.
A sharp movement from Jack Frost caught Comet’s attention; he paused with a paw up in the air, slowly, gingerly placing it onto the ground so as to not make a sound. Had his companion found something? Pine scent clung to the air as Comet drew in a breath. Amber eyes glanced around for any signs of prey, or perhaps even a predator, but the way Jack Frost stood, ears attentive, body loose, told Comet that they weren’t in any danger.
The question caught Comet off guard.
A confused blink was followed by, ”Turtle? They have shells, don’t they?” Of course he knew that they did, but his surprise had logic galloping away from his mind. Eating a turtle sounded as foreign to Comet as a cat living in harmony with a wolf, but hey, there was a first time for everything he supposed, and the rumbling in his stomach was a sharp reminder that any food was better than nothing. ”I’m willing to try,” he mewed, stretching his neck out in an attempt to find the turtle Jack Frost must have spotted. Jack Frost purred and flicked his tail. In all honesty, he would've been more surprised if Comet had tried turtle. It took him ages to get Marco to and even then his friend didn't like it; and not just for the taste. The tom considered them a waste of time and energy. Scooting forward, Jack Frost kept his eyes scanning for signs of danger both below the marshlands and from above. "Catching them is pretty easy." With a half pounce, he held the turtle down by the top of its shell. Keeping away from its bites, he gave it a quick kill. Glancing back up, he bounded back for the cover of the trees. "The real trouble you have to watch out for is other predators looking for a quick snack." A turtle was not worth fighting an owl over. No prey was really worth fighting an owl over. "Now for the fun part." There was a collection of rocks not far from them. If Marco were with him, he'd normally have the smaller tom drop the turtle from a tree, but he wasn't and both Jack Frost and Comet seemed tree aversive. Gripping the turtle by the leg, Jack Frost swung it up in an arc and then down diagonally to smash it against the rough surface. Eventually, he heard a satisfying crack and he flipped the turtle onto its back. Using his claws, he pulled the shell away from the meat. "Ta-da." He spun it slightly and showed the inside to Comet. "I'd suggest starting with the inner meat. The outer meat tends to be chewy." |
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Post by Myst on Mar 22, 2024 13:44:09 GMT -5
Moving is almost completed c’:
I’m gonna work on replies today from my phone for Binx and Vixen so they may be a good bit shorter butttt I wanna get them out
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Mar 25, 2024 15:15:32 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta, Smoke, Percy, and Pumaheart Myst whispering Feathertalon
You must be the leopard who walks among cats, and this must be your gemstone guardian.
It hadn't been the turn of events Crystal was expecting. It was the last thing she had expected. First cats who, weirdly, were on the exact same journey as Kuta and herself- Smoke and Percy. And then, emerged their puma. Who wasn't an actual puma, but a cat like them. Her name was Pumaheart, a strong and muscular cat who looked similar to a puma. And she, too, knew of the starry cats who walked in Kuta and Smoke's dreams. There was some very strange connection between the three of them. She'd even gone as far as to predict their arrival. She referred to Crystal as Kuta's gemstone guardian. How had this StarClan, known she was coming? She didn't share any dreams about clans, she'd simply just run into Kuta and decided to be his protection. But somehow, Pumaheart had known that. It made Crystal feel uneasy, all these coincidences that weren't really a coincidence. But, seemingly, destiny. The blue-gray molly hesitated as the others began to scramble up the rocks that led into the cave, her face clouded with doubt. Could they trust this cat and StarClan? Kuta did...And they had to stick together. Shaking out her fur against the cold, she followed. Though she kept her guard up. She doubted Pumaheart had any tricks, the she-cat seemed friendly enough. But being around so many cats was overwhelming. But if Pumaheart was the puma Kuta sought, she would put up with it to find their answers.
----- (Sorry, this is so late! Just wanted to get something up since they are progressing.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2024 19:38:50 GMT -5
[ Light - did you still wanna do a scene with cotton, creamsicle, and a third cat or? o: ] Pumaheart »
A smile tugged at Pumaheart’s lips at the questions that greeted her. It was to be expected that she’d be the recipient of multiple inquiries. If she was honest she’d be surprised if they didn’t have any questions. The curiosity of the three tomcats that stood before her warmed her heart more than a plump piece of prey would in this cold weather. Greenleaf sprouted inside her chest, blooming into a powerful oak tree. StarClan had chosen well.
Before she answered any of the questions, her eyes lingered on the only molly for a moment. Hesitation lingered in the blue-gray cat’s body, a guarded expression upon her visage. This was to be expected as well - Pumaheart had assumed she’d be greeted with some sort of wariness. It wasn’t every day that a group of cats came together to search for a puma, and it wasn’t every day that a cat as large as she was would greet strangers. And in this terrible leaf-bare, most strange cats unsheathed their claws toward newcomers. Pumaheart dipped her head toward the so called gemstone guardian, letting the other molly know that she sensed her unease and would try to make this as easy to take in as she could.
Pumaheart guided them deeper into the cave. Where one would think that all light would start to fade, it remained as an otherworldly glow emanated from the walls. It created a starry - perhaps even ghostly - gleam inside the cave. Ancient pawsteps were indented in the ground, faded as they were but still just as prominent as if the Clans still walked these very grounds to this day. Pumaheart’s own paws slipped so easily into the old trails, familiar with their grooves and curves. She had been walking in the steps of her ancestors ever since she had been a kit. And now she was allowing the savior of the Clans to share in the ancient warriors’ paths.
In the near distance the tunnel narrowed. The light continued to glow down the path, signaling that there was more to this cave than just this, but Pumaheart raised her tail for the group to stop as she herself came to a halt. She turned to face them, once again eyeing them individually, taking in every little piece of them that she could. Her eyes then lingered on the leopard cat before shifting over toward the cinder’s remains. ”I see they’ve told you about the two Clans that once made the forest and moor their home. StarClan has picked you to restore the Clans, but not alone.” Pumaheart gestured toward the gemstone guardian and the strengthening fire. ”These two are destined to help guide you as well. They will be there when you need it the most.”
The ginger and white tom had been silent up for now. There was a look of pure awe on his face as he glanced around the cave and looked at Pumaheart, and while the sandy molly could tell by the way his pelt twitched that he was eager to explore more of this cave and was the type to usually ask an assortment of questions in his excitement, he was quiet. Perhaps the awe of it all was taking his breath away. This was nothing new to Pumaheart, but she could only imagine the emotions this cave wrangled up within a newcomer. But it wasn’t long before he found his voice, words dripping with anticipation. ”How are we supposed to restore the Clans? Will the starry cats start talking to me and Crystal, too?”
Pumaheart’s whiskers twitched in amusement. Her eyes gleamed humorously. ”All will be answered in time, curious one. For now, let’s focus on the basics.” The ginger and white tom deflated ever so slightly, but a smile remained on his face and his green eyes continued to shine with curiosity. The fire shifted closer to his cindery companion, their fur brushing, whiskers almost connecting. ”As for how long I’ve been waiting…” She looked upward, drawing in a breath. ”Ever since I was born I’ve been waiting, just as my parents waited, and their parents, and their parents… Generations have been waiting, but now,” she shifted her head back down to look at the four gathered in front of her, ”the wait is finally over. StarClan has decided that the land is finally ready to harbor Clan life.” Perhaps the land was coated in snow as a harsh leaf-bare raged on, but Pumaheart would not go against StarClan’s wishes. If they believed now was the time to bring the Clans back, then she would follow that without question. It was what she was here for. It was what she had been born for, this very moment.
Comet »
Comet was curious enough about the prospect of eating turtle that he followed Jack Frost for a few pawsteps before falling behind and coming to a stop altogether. From here he could just make out the waddle-crawl of a decent sized turtle just ahead. The creature was just meandering through the snow covered pine needles, either blissfully unaware that two cats were right beside it or simply nonchalant about the whole thing. Either way, Comet didn’t see the turtle being a problem to catch if it decided it wanted to try and run away. His stomach squeezed against itself before emitting a rumbling growl. His mouth began to water. A meal was so close now, and practically guaranteed. The tabby had never tried turtle before, but the longer he waited for food the more appetizing the new food began to sound.
And just like that, without a hitch, Jack Frost had the turtle in his jaws. Fur spiking excitedly, Comet rushed up to his new friend, purring. He was just about to ask how they were supposed to eat the turtle when Jack Frost pranced off toward a thicket of trees nearby. Curious, Comet followed along. If he was being honest he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of predators following after them. Perhaps he should have been…it was leaf-bare, after all. Every creature was hungry, and a hungry predator was more dangerous than a full fed one.
A loud crack! shot Comet out of his thoughts and almost out of his own skin as he jumped high in the air, a squeak of surprise slipping ungracefully off of his tongue. ”Ah! What was-” His question didn’t even finish itself as his eyes landed on a proud Jack Frost and a cracked turtle. Comet’s heart slowly returned back to a regular beat as he peered down at the turtle, its meat now exposed to both the elements and the two tomcats. His head tilted in wonder. ”You take first bite,” he mewed. Not only did he think Jack Frost deserved the first bite for killing the turtle, but he wanted to see exactly how the white tom went about eating the turtle before Comet himself tried to do so.
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