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// Oh gods, I'm really sorry for disappearing. I fell and broke a couple ribs, so I've been a ball of misery for a few days. I'll try to get a reply up tonight if whispering 's Ember is still open, otherwise I'll put a starter for Fleeting(probably in the morning) ^^"

Edit: nope, I'll let Icyturtles reply first

// runningsky123
I do too and it is not. Never take the ability to breathe painlessly for granted.
Oh, that works out pretty well! I'd intended to slip Fleeting into the moor.

Crimson -
With Ember, by the stream. whispering

The hunger gnawing at Crimson’s stomach persisted as she weaved through the condense undergrowth of the woods. She had spent the day exploring, not so subtly brushing against trees and bushes, leaving her scent behind. It was something her mother had taught her from a young age, if she wanted to stay permanently in one spot. Claim it as her own, stand out and protect what she cared for. Her first season cycle had been spent with her mother, learning closely from her with her littermates. How to fish, swim, hunt, and mock fighting to be prepared to defend herself. It was the way her mother had learned, and hers before, and so on. She had wondered why her and her siblings had been taught this way, but she had felt more than prepared once she set off on her own.

As the undergrowth began to thin out, Crimson picked up her pace, tail swishing back and forth in curiosity. She was eager to return to the stream, check on its icy conditions. The day before the ginger molly had noticed the ice spreading across its surface. The days sometimes felt as if they were still getting colder, the nights longer. With the clouds in the sky Crimsion wouldn't have been surprised it it snowed. All warning signs that a full freeze could be closer than she wanted. More than once Crimson contemplated ways at breaking chunks of ice away. If she could break off the thinner pieces, it would keep parks of the stream following. For once it was fully closed off she would have to focus on solely land hunting, and that wasn’t as easy for her as fishing. Once the stream came into sight, Crimson couldn’t help but pick up her pace into a half trot stopping once she reached the edge. The ice had definitely expanded more around the edges, and with some careful dabbing she watched it break beneath her paw. Hmm, still flowing decently around here. I wonder what it looks like further down? She thought to herself, turning her gaze further down the bank. Changing course Crimson decided she could wait a bit longer to fish. It would be worth it to check the stream, the more she was prepared for it's freeze the better off she would be.

Settling into a comfortable pace, Crimson allowed herself to fully relax. Sometimes it was hard to remember that even if Leafbare was harsh and unforgiving at times. It was also beautiful. She understood the cold gave the land time to rest, the leaves and other debris from Leaf-fall would disappear underneath the snow and make room for the buds of Newleaf to sprout. Without Newleaf’s sprouts, Greenleaf wouldn’t have its lush forest or smooth grass of the moors. Turning her attention to the stream, she remembered stories her mother had spoken. How the white peeks of the mountain in the distance is what fed the water flowing beside her. It was here she noticed a particularly wet patch of ground that caused Crimson to stop in her tracks.

Opening her jaw’s she scented the air curious, the tang of tom hung around but it was faint. It didn’t have the pungent tang a grown cat had, but he wasn’t a kit either. Looking down at the wetted grass she sniffed closer. Hoping to get more information from the smell. Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell much more and followed the trail left behind. It seemed to be older though, as it led in the direction she had been currently walking. If he had come back where he came from, she should've been able to tell. ”Well, this is odd.” She wondered aloud, narrowing her eyes to scan the area.

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Arch -
With Frazzle, in Two-leg place. Light  

Arch remained tense in her hiding spot, watching the tom with narrowed eyes. He chattered lightly with himself, sounding to her as if he named a two-leg, "Grumpy", "This would be the first I've heard a cat name a two-leg." She muttered to herself, curiosity settling in where caution once sat. Seemed oblivious to her presence. If she had to guess the chicken sitting in front of him clouded his sense. If it wasn't that, it could've been whatever he had covered himself in. Relaxing further Arch wondered what she should do. He didn't seem like some of the other rogues and loners she had met. More tooth and claw, than willing to talk. Plus, she really couldn't sit in this cramped position for too much longer. The throbbing on her back began to give way to a warm seep. Whatever she had snagged on, it had torn the pelt on her back.

Taking a deep breath in preparation, Arch slipped out from the bins. Having taken care to avoid the ends her weight pushing against the left side caused one to rattle. If the tom didn't notice her scent he would've had to hear that. "Err, so I'm guessing if you name a two-leg Grumpy they offer you chicken?" Arch offered lamely to the ginger tom.

Little Fawn perfect! I can get a starter written up (will probably be tonight, but it depends on how long I play Minecraft for lol). And that so sucks, I just got an ingrown toenail figured out and it is the first time in months I can walk without pain, so I totally do not take that for granted. I wish you a speedy recovery!!!

Night
with Wisteria and Gardenia runningsky123
He and his own siblings hadn't been close. Of course, they played and hunted together when they were younger, but it was just normal sibling bonding. Their mother didn't raise them up to be loving individuals who looked after each other past kithood. Night couldn't imagine growing up like Wisteria and Gardenia, all very close together with a mother who was very fond of them. Her main objective was to raise strong kits who protected themself so that she could make her departure when she felt they were ready. To some cats, this may have been a cruel upbringing, but it didn't too much bother Night. If he had children he would probably do the same, if he even stuck around to be there for them. Clearing his throat, the tom waved his tail dismissively to the she-cat's thanks. "It was the right thing to do." He said his words muffled by the bundle of moss he carried. "I'm sure you would do the same. Or at least I hope so." Night added, a humorous glimmer in his yellow eyes. Making his way back towards their hollow.

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Harpy that sounds horrible I hope that you feel better
Light that is the sweetest little baby face :'D i wish my pup was still that small

Morning guys

(He was indeed such a floofball! I don’t have any pictures of it right now (since it was where some of the biggest fur mats fell out this year), but when his fur grows full out, he gets quite the mane around his neck.)
(Lol. Knowing Frazzle, he could have very well fell for it.)


Frazzle
Location: Twolegplace
With: Arch
(Icyturtles )

Frazzle jumped to his paws at a nearby rattling sound, his orange and white fur poofing out in alarm. His paw was no longer on the chicken as his head whipped in the direction of the sound, his hazel eyes wide. It was a black mackerel molly! Had she been behind those bins this whole time? When had she gotten there? Frazzle couldn’t help but wonder. His ears perked as she spoke and his unkempt fur began to settle. At first he was confused by what she said, and merely gazed at her with a blank stare as he tried to comprehend. He stood frozen this way for about ten seconds. In his mind’s eye, he pictured such a scenario. Something shook in his chest, and soon after, he burst into laughter, his eyes tearing up with mirth. He plopped back down onto his bottom, wheezing a little as he tried to stop laughing. “Hey Grumpy, give me some of that chicken!” he breathlessly and somewhat squeakily pretended to request a twoleg, looking upward at nothing in particular with bright, wide eyes- an expression that many twolegs couldn’t resist. The expression broke into a wide toothy grin and Frazzle practically doubled over with a new bout of laughter. When at last his laughter began to subside, Frazzle licked his paw and rubbed at his face, still mrrowing a chortle here and there. “No, ha. I uh- I sometimes run into this cat on the streets. I call him Grumpy because he gets all riled up at the smallest of things,” he began, managing to regain enough composure to speak clearly; though his eyes still gleamed with amusement at the thought. “I got this chicken from a pile of discarded two-leg food. But you know twolegs, they get protective even over the stuff they leave to rot. So when this twoleg found me, he made a face that made me think of Grumpy. I mean, just picture it!” Frazzle took a moment to imitate Grumpy’s look of fury, his mouth open, teeth bared, eyes wide and furrowed. Despite the absurd attempt at the frightening expression, Frazzle’s body language was open and relaxed. He only held the expression for a moment, before breaking back into a grin.

Aster and Alyssum
Location: Moor
With: Fleeting (Little Fawn)

Aster and Alyssum had been preparing for the storm since they'd woken up that morning, weaving the grass into the branches of the heather bush that made up their den. They'd been anticipating the cold coming, with Alyssum having already spent part of a winter in the wild by herself.

Alyssum had been gathering more grass, snapping the stalks off with her teeth after making sure they were dry enough, a small pile nearby as she wandered and gathered good stalks of grass to use. She straightened up slightly when she heard a sound nearby, her ears swiveling towards the noise, before she crouched down. It sounded too big to be prey, so whatever it was could be a threat. She waited a moment until she heard it again, and pounced, knocking the dark colored cat to the ground, pinning her to the ground.

"Who are you?", she growled, her ears pinned back. Their territory was clearly scent-marked, so she wanted to know what this cat wanted.

Gardenia and Wisteria
Location: Forest
With: Night (𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢)

Wisteria purred softly. "Still, thank you.", she said. "We haven't met very nice cats for the most part.", she said. "It's nice to meet someone when we needed it most.", she said, grabbing her moss and heading back towards the hollow. Gardenia was waiting in front of the tree, her ears flattened against the snow. She flicked her tail, standing up when the two approached.

"Good, I'd like to get our nest lined before the snow gets faster.", Gardenia said, turning and walking into the hollow.

Wisteria sighed and shook her head. "Thank you again. We can take it from here, if you want to go get warm in your own den.", she said, dropping her moss bundle outside the tree, Gardenia grabbing it from inside and starting to lay it out in the shallow dip she'd made in the dirt.

Shadow
Location: Forest
With: Honey (Myst)

Shadow chuckled softly at her comment about being laidback. "I don't see the need to be picky.", he said, flicking his tail. "Especially not since you're sharing your territory and prey with me.", he said. He sniffed at the fox burrow when they got there. It definitely smelled off, but it wasn't horrible.

"Mm, I've never had weasel.", he said. "What's the best way to catch them?", he asked, looking around for any kind of sign of prey.

No rush feather! life comes at you hard at times
I’ll also be adding two more characters sometime this week, just trying to brainstorm my second one a bit more
I was thinking of adding a farm/barn near the moors and marshes and having a cat live there

(No worries! We all have stuff to do sometimes. ^^ Feathertalon, I hope you have fun! And Icyturtles, I hope you have a great camping trip. No need to rush or worry about responses on my side. :3

I probably shouldn’t- but I’ve been tempted to make a farm cat too. :3 Dunno if I’d be up for making a fourth though.)

Feathertalon in terms of cardinal directions where is everything located? I was thinking of putting together a map if I can find a good enough generator cause my brain apparently can't operate without visual aids

Myst idk what’s included in the free version, but Inkarnate is super awesome. I use it for D&D maps for the campaign I’m gonna be running, and there’s so many options and looks to use.

ooo I'll def look into that runningsky123 - I honestly just need it to be enough that I have a frame of reference for where everything is sitting - including the farm I saw mention of a farm which sounds lovely, we love some good farm cats