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Post by Myst on Aug 13, 2023 23:43:56 GMT -5
Oooo yeah, I didn't even think about that! I figured at the very least the stream would serve as both a border and a bit of neutral ground - I wonder if we could do something with the marshes depending on where they fall, like maybe a bit of raised ground somewhere in them if that makes sense? If it falls as neutral ground/unclaimed land, it could possibly serve as gathering place
Also I'm warning y'all now the map may not be pretty lol I did look at Inkarnate and it's a great tool, but I'm certainly not skilled enough to make it good to look at xD
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Post by Myst on Aug 13, 2023 23:44:51 GMT -5
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 13, 2023 23:51:39 GMT -5
Myst yeah, it’s got a bit of a learning curve. It took me awhile to even realize I could zoom in on maps 😅 shoot me a PM anytime if you have questions! No guarantee I’ll be able to help, but I will certainly try my best!
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Post by Light on Aug 13, 2023 23:54:46 GMT -5
(Ooh, that would be cool. :3 Haha, I’m sure it’ll be fine. All we probably need for now is a rough layout.)
(Aw thanks for saying so! Maybe I will keep that name then. ^^)
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 14, 2023 0:24:36 GMT -5
//Thanks for the well-wishes, everyone!
whispering , that's alright!\\FleetingAt the MOORWith Aster and Alyssum ( runningsky123 ) can we call this "fleeting's no good, very bad day"?
Fleeting hadn't meant to alert the other cat to her presence - actually, she hadn't even been aware that there was someone to avoid. The black molly hadn't been to this part of the moor since she left the mountains seasons ago - her den was closer to the marsh.
She was really only here because the first rabbit she'd seen in days had had the audacity to try and escape down the tunnels, as though she was some slow, dumb dog. Not her, a cat named for their ability to run!
No, she'd chased after the blasted thing halfway across the moor, and now that she'd caught the rabbit, Fleeting had really only wanted to rest her tired muscles and hot fur in a patch of snow while enjoying her hard-earned meal. Instead, almost as soon as she'd staggered out of the tunnels, someone had attacked her.
Needless to say, Fleeting was Not Pleased.
Ignoring the way her muscles protested at the movement, she twisted her hind legs around to claw at the other cat's underbelly and writhed, sliding her shoulders out from under her attacker's paws when they slipped. She darted out from underneath and swung to face them, baring her teeth fully and flattening her ears in an infuriated hiss.
"What a nice way to say hello!" Fleeting spat sarcastically, arching her back and flexing her claws. "And shouldn't I be the one asking who you are? You just attacked me!"
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 14, 2023 0:29:08 GMT -5
//I hope that looks okay . . . .
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 14, 2023 2:00:25 GMT -5
Crimson -
Near Stream with Ember whisperingTail lowered in a state of unease, Crimson paced closer to a patch of low growing bushes. She figured by now the other cat had been in the stream. It was the only way she could explain why his scent had suddenly disappeared, but where he had gone was a growing concern of hers. Gaze searching into the branches, a flash of cream had caught her eye causing the molly to tense her muscles in anticipation. It was hard to tell exactly how big the young tom was, shrouded in his hiding spot. Before she could even think of something to say an angry voice spat from the bush "So this is where you've slunk off too." Crimson snorted, feeling a prickle of annoyance at his threat. Now that he had spoken Crimson could see him more clearly. His fur was longer like hers and he sported big ears and paws. Based on their sizes she figured he still had more growing to do. She had been right to guess he wasn't full grown, this more than likely being his first Leafbare. Probably kitted around Newleaf. Crimson assumed, eyeing the young tom warily. "Kit, hasn't your mother told you not to wander away from the nest?" She growled, he looked young enough to still be learning from one or two parent's, "Instead of threatening another cat from a bush, why don't you step out and say that again?" Crimson added, pelt bristling as she took a couple steps back.It probably wasn't the smartest idea to antagonize the young cat, for all Crimson knew this could be a distraction for her to be snuck upon by his family. But at least out in the open she could fully evaluate her options.--------- Arch -
In Two-leg place with Frazzle LightArch had bristled in alarm when the ginger and white patched tom fluffed out at her arrival. She wasn't sure what reaction she was expecting after her question. A defensive "Who are you", or a "Were you watching me"? perhaps. But the silence and wide eyed look weren't it. Had she said something wrong? She questioned inwardly, her gaze turning into weary confusion as he continued to stare. For a cat who had been just talking to himself over a piece of chicken had what she said been so... odd? Opening her mouth Arch was about to ramble an excuse when the tom burst into laughter. Furthering Arch's confusion, but this in turn also helping her to relax. It wasn't a degrading laugh, or menacing, but thoroughly amused.
At his squeaky request, his posture mimicking a housecat requesting food from their two-leg, Arch's whiskers began to twitch in amusement. He seemed to find further amusement even into his explanation of who this Grumpy was and how he had obtained his meal. Embarrassment flooded through her as she thought back to her original request. "That makes more sense," Arch laughed, flattening her ears sheepishly, "I uhh, heard you coming and hid by the bins. I couldn't help but overhear you... Talking, but I missed most of it. I honestly thought you named a two-leg." Arch admitted, wanting to explain her reasonings. Leaning forward, Arch licked her chest a few times to conceal more of her embarrassment. But this only caused her to wince when she stretch the section of her back the bins dug into.
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 14, 2023 2:11:02 GMT -5
(That looks great Little Fawn , I'm honestly learning the coding a lot myself. I've been tempted to make a page somewhere so I can mess with some of the tabs the reply box gives. I'm not good at making maps myself Myst, I'm sure it'll look good~ I've been wondering what the marshes could be used for, a section of land put aside for the gathering place would be cool :3 Some two-leg nest ruin or something Light, I like Wonder has a name, sounds fitting for her as a character ^^) |
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Aug 14, 2023 8:05:23 GMT -5
Crystal
with Kuta Myst
Picking up her remaining rabbits, Crystal headed off towards the stream. Their limp bodies swinging from her jaws as she walked, her pace brisk. The winds were only getting colder, the last thing she wanted was to get trapped in the snow. And she assumed Kuta would feel the same. He had a warm twoleg den to go home to. Who would trade that for this icy cold? Her thoughts drew back to the cave and Kuta's dreams. Was he really thinking of traveling up the stream to the mountains? It sounded mouse-brained, but she couldn't suppress her own curiosity of traveling to the unexplored area. What would they find? Would Kuta find the answers to his questions? Were the old stories about the two cats real? There were so many possibilities that they did not yet have the answers to. All they could really do is wait. Besides, snow was coming. A heavy one too. She added, glancing up wearily at the graying sky. The first thick snow of leafbare. And it would only get worse from here until newleaf came. Could any cat make a journey in this unpromising weather. Glancing back at Kuta curiously, she muffled. "Are you really thinking of going up to the mountains." A twinge of embarrassment made her fur prickle. How could he understand her with her mouth so full? Mouse-brain. Dropping her rabbits and stopping she repeated, "I mean, it's pretty far down the stream. Maybe even a full day's travel. I reckon you can't do it alone." But Crystal herself didn't know if she had the heart to accompany him. Kuta was nice and all but she was a lone cat. Who was she to think Kuta wanted her to join him anyway? "And with the weather you would have to choose a decent enough day for travel." Traveling through the snow had its advantages, it meant fewer predators would be out. But it also meant fewer prey and cold feet.
Night
with Wisteria and Gardenia runningsky123
Night dipped his head, to the two. He didn't want to return to his den, but it was for the best. He could talk to the two sisters again tomorrow. "Stay safe. And warm." He meowed, his yellow eyes lingering for a moment before he turned and headed toward his own nest. A thick bramble bush, the branches closely weaved together to block out the winds. And predators. A small opening near the bottom where the big tom squeezed himself inside. Releasing a sigh. Alone at last. Today had been a long one. He hadn't found anything to eat, instead sacrificing to his new mollies. And why? He still wasn't sure. It hadn't given him any advantage. And it hadn't made Wisteria and Gardenia any closer to him. At least he didn't think so. Wisteria was very kind and the easiest to talk to, but he knew Gardenia didn't fully trust him. Night didn't expect her to after all. Luckily he had eaten the night before, so these next few days wouldn't be too horrible. Maybe in the morning, he would go out again to catch prey for them all.
----- Hey guys! Sorry for my absence yesterday, it was a really rough one. We found out one of our family matriarchs has departed from us, and it has hit my family and me pretty hard. I can't guarantee how active I'll be this week due to my grieving, but I'll pop in whenever I am feeling up to it. You all are free to skip ahead to free up your characters from our current roleplay sessions if there is a timeskip! I won't be on again today as I'll be with my mom and family getting funeral preparations ready, most likely the whole week. But I'll be here to help with planning if not roleplay! Being here does take my mind off of everything a bit.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 14, 2023 9:37:06 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 oh no I’m so sorry Bleu. Take your time! We can hold off on Night and the girls, and whenever you’re back we can just say that the storm took that long or they got snowed in till it melted. But take your time, spend your time with your family! I’m so sorry to hear that. Sending internet hugs <3
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2023 9:39:54 GMT -5
His mother? The young tom's body grew hot with rage. Was this cat mocking him? "I am not a kit!" Ember's voice was still young, this molly had probably noticed if she hadn't already figured by his scent or his awkwardly proportioned body that he had yet to grow into. Hissing, Ember revealed himself from his hiding place, his tail lashing furiously as he looked over the newcomer. Her fur was long, and Ember was nearly the same size as her, at least with his fur bristling. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to challenge her, but he did not back down. He trotted closer so they stood a fox-length away from each other, standing his ground. Holding his head high and his eyes gleaming defiantly. There was no way this she-cat was going to win this battle! He had had enough losses today, and he wouldn't take one more.
"I don't need anyone!" He spat, flattening his ears to his head. Though his eyes told a different story, clouding over in pain. He did need someone. He needed help. And the mention of him being a kit and of his mother had only made him yearn for her more. If his mother were here he wouldn't have to fight his own battles. He wouldn't have to fend for himself. And he surely wouldn't be challenging this bothersome she-cat. Why couldn't she have just minded her own business? She had already degraded his choice of hiding and his mother's absence. Ember was fine in his bush, on his own, he didn't need any cat worrying about his well being.
A threatening growl rumbling deep in his throat. "Now go away, before I claw you!" He spat the words as if they were venom. "Even old mollies like you should know not every cat wants to be bothered." Ember wasn't sure just how old this she-cat was, but she was older than him. If she was going to call him a kit he would find something to jab at her with. ( 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 I'm sorry for your loss  please take your time, my condolences to you and your family. If you ever need to talk my pms are open I think a map would be great! I constantly have to fight the urge to put east/west directions in my replies :') Light I think wonder sounds cute! Leo would definitely be very protective of her) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 14, 2023 10:16:13 GMT -5
Also, probably won’t be on for the next few hours, but I’ll be on the second half of the day. At work but it’s going to get to 94° with a humidity of 88%, so I’m gonna be going home at lunch (11 PST) as to not die 😅 my work building is a dark metal warehouse with no insulation or AC, so yeah. Not fun. So I’ll be on later! Myst Feathertalon Icyturtles (I know we don’t have a thread here, but so you know for the journey thread!) |
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 14, 2023 11:21:05 GMT -5
//@𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 (lets see if that works ^^")
Oh gosh, I'm so sorry to hear that!! Please take your time D:
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 14:21:06 GMT -5
finally got to replies! they're kinda bad but i also got alyssum and aster added - if there was anything else i needed to do let me know ^^
Wila »
As soon as she was asked if Chai was rude Wila lost all the tension that had been building inside her. The mere thought of that tom being aggressive or even nasty toward her, or any other cat for that matter, was enough to make the molly laugh, a clear and joyful sound as she expressed her verbal absurdity at the idea. Her amusement rang loud and clear for a little longer until she finally managed to calm herself. Wila drew in a breath of air. Flame obviously didn’t know Chai, but just him assuming that Chai was rude had really hit a good natured spot for Wila.
The kittypet shook her head, finally about to gather the words she needed to respond. ”Chai’s the furthest thing from rude that you could get. He’s a sweet tom, honestly,” she replied with a twinge of laughter still to her words, but honesty was just as apparent. ”And while I do like that about him he’s just… I don’t know.” Wila shrugged, head tilting upward as if asking the dove gray sky why she was in such a predicament. ”I’d like to have a nice tom as a mate, but I don’t want him to be a pushover, ya know? I’d like a cat that can stand up for himself and be able to take a few hits before backing down. Chai’s relentless when it comes to tradition, but that’s about as stubborn as he gets.” Which wasn’t bad in and of itself, but he just wasn’t the kind of cat Wila was looking for.
Wila fell silent for a moment as realization struck her - she had been talking a lot about herself whereas Flame hadn’t told her much about himself. She knew why that had happened; the tension with Chai had been the forefront of her thoughts and the whole reason why she was out in the cold to start with. Now that she had loosened up and had determined that Flame was not a threat, she was starting to show her true colors, letting Flame see how she usually was around others, strangers or not. ”Do you have a mate, Flame? Or are you altered and not care about all that?” Wila knew that a lot of humans would actually take their kittypets and bring them to another twoleg that would then administer care. This sometimes meant that a cat would go to sleep and then wake up with a closed wound and no longer having urges to find a mate. Wila knew that had happened to Fran some time ago, and she had family that had been altered. Both her mother and father were now that way as they were starting to get on up in age and the twolegs had gotten three solid litters from them during their time as a breeding pair. She wondered if that had happened to Flame, or if he was still considered a full tomcat.
Star »
Star knew he needed to be careful during this interaction. What he said would either make or break what he wanted, and if he wanted to talk his way into getting that mouse from this other tom then he needed to watch what he said. Luckily for him he had always had the talent to be a smooth talker, but he really needed to try his hardest if he was going to get this prey from another hungry cat in the middle of leaf-bare.
By silently reading the other tom’s display of behavior, he could tell that the brown tabby was calm. Star’s friendly gesture had worked. This meant the other tom’s physical guard was down - not that Star planned on getting into an altercation with this other feline. His fighting skills were well kept, but today was not the day for a skirmish. ”Whatever technique you used must have been appropriate either way. You got your meal.” Star nodded down toward the mouse approvingly before looking back to the other tom. He was sure that this other feline was a smooth talker as well. This strange cat was trying to walk Star into a trap, and he was smart enough to know where he should and shouldn’t place his paws.
There was something about this brown tabby that didn’t come off as just naturally friendly. Perhaps he was, but there was an air of aloofness to him, something there that Star had picked up on and was taking into account during this interaction. The way this tabby was sitting so calmly and cleaning his paw as if he and Star had known each other for seasons was an interesting display. Star narrowed his eyes momentarily. This was not a cat that would be fooled easily.
Before he could say anything else, the other tom spoke up. Star’s ears perked forward, listening intently to what the tom had to say. There was pure curiosity in his voice this time, a pondering question that left nothing more to the imagination. This tabby was genuinely concerned on if he had trespassed. This was where Star realized he could claim that this was his land and that the mouse rightfully belonged to him, but he decided quite quickly that this would be too risky of a move. This was a lie the other tom could figure out much too quickly and much too easily if he decided to ask Star personal questions about this part of the moor or if the tom returned only to find Star’s scent faded. So rather claim this land as his, Star shook his head, coming up with another story right there on the spot, a story that couldn’t be as easily disproved and one that sounded much more believable. ”No, no,” he meowed, shaking his head. ”As far as I know this territory hasn’t been claimed, but I don’t come up to the moors often. I’m…” He paused and glanced away, eyeing the horizon that stretched out, allowing sky and land to touch. Star drew in a deep breath of the cold air before letting out a sigh. He had to come across as a worried brother, and Star knew he could be quite the actor when he was going after a prize. ”My brother is back at our den sick. I’ve been looking for prey and herbs for him, but this leaf-bare has been hard.” He sighed once more, head turning downward as he looked at the cold ground. Comet was as fine as he could be, no sickness plaguing him, but this brown tabby didn’t need to know the truth, and playing the part of a worried brother was something Star could very easily do. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 14:21:54 GMT -5
Percy »
Now situated by the stream Percy found himself a good enough perch along the shore. He made sure he was high enough that he could see every ripple in the water’s surface, but still close enough that his swipes would actually matter. He glanced down at the water, focused on any movements that his eye would catch. He was determined to get a fish or two so that he and Smoke could both eat.
While he wouldn’t have minded a conversation between him and Smoke, he remained silent for the time. Talking wouldn’t disturb the fish all that much so long as they didn’t yowl at one another, but Percy wanted to give it a moment before starting something up. But Smoke ended up beating him to it.
The ginger and white tom’s ears perked upward and then back to angle them toward the gray tabby. ”Clans?” He absent-mindedly repeated. That was something he had never heard before, and while he didn’t know what a Clan was, let alone multiple of them, his interest was piqued and he couldn’t help but want to know more. ”What’s a Clan? Is that a special herb or something?” Percy didn’t think a ‘Clan’ would be a herb or something that pertained to herbs, but before he had met Smoke he hadn’t known a single thing about plants and now he realized just how much he didn’t know. Maybe this would be a learning opportunity. And it would be nice to learn more about what Smoke knew while he fished them a meal.
Creamsicle »
Questions still buzzed around inside of Creamsicle, yet she managed to hold her tongue and remain silent. Cotton had made it clear in looks and gestures that she needed everything to be perfect if she were to catch this rabbit. And for how many questions Creamsicle had, she was interested in seeing how the older molly was going to catch this rabbit; she had never watched a hunt before, so this was a new experience for the tiny kit. Briefly she wondered if she would have to hunt on her own one day; would Cotton teach her how to hunt? If she couldn’t find her mother or a new human owner then she would have to learn how to hunt so that she could feed herself, but maybe Cotton would let her stay for as long as she wanted. Cotton could do all the hunting for them - not that Creamsicle wasn’t interested in hunting, she wanted to learn, but as she sat there watching the ticked tabby she was realizing that there was a lot that went into hunting. Did these techniques apply to everything or was it just for rabbits? If there was something specific for everything that a cat could eat then that was a lot of learning to do, and Creamsicle didn’t know if she had it in her to learn all of that. She doubted her head was big enough for all that. So maybe if she stayed with Cotton then Cotton could hunt and Creamsicle would find something else she could do to help. Maybe keep their den clean and tidy. Creamsicle could do that! She’d make sure their nests were always as clean as possible. That sounded like a good deal to her.
A high-pitched shriek split the otherwise quiet air, causing Creamsicle’s fur to rise. She startled, jumping high off the ground, eyes wide. ”Cotton!” She cried out, reaching out for the tabby, but found that Cotton had already darted off through the snow.
Fear still coursed through Creamsicle’s body as Cotton returned with her prize of a rabbit. For as hungry as she was, not even the sight of the rabbit calmed the kit’s fright. ”Cotton…” She started, voice trembling. ”What…what was that sound earlier? The s-scream?” It had been high pitched and full of terror. Had it been the rabbit? Creamsicle’s blue gaze landed on the lagopmorph that hung limply from Cotton’s jaws. Had that sound really come from that? Creamsicle found it hard to believe. But if it hadn’t come from the rabbit, if rabbits couldn’t make such a noise, then what had made that noise?
She cowered as she stepped closer to Cotton. Her blue eyes looked hungrily down at the rabbit haunch, but she wasn’t able to get herself to eat it just yet. Instead she looked back to Cotton, fearful and questioning, wondering what that shriek had been.
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2023 14:59:55 GMT -5
nonsense they are fine <3 Feathertalonerr not at the moment I don’t think so, we were waiting on your approval/thoughts on the farm territory I’m almost done with class before logging out for the day, i’ll have replies up a bit later |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 15:12:36 GMT -5
Ohhhhh I’m totally here for farmland!! 👀
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Post by Icyturtles on Aug 14, 2023 15:46:35 GMT -5
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢, you and your family have my condolences Not only is losing someone hard, but helping with funeral preparations is its own stress too. runningsky123 Sounds good! ~ stay hydrated Feathertalon they look great <3 How’s your sister's birthday been?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 16:10:51 GMT -5
It’s been good! Her actual birthday isn’t until tomorrow but I don’t get to see her often since I moved away for school so I’m taking this week to hang out with her and the rest of my family
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 14, 2023 16:24:03 GMT -5
I’ll get to replies here in a bit, forgot to plug in my laptop so it’s gotta charge, since I have several people I’m doing threads with I’d rather just do one big post to reply to them all!
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2023 17:56:46 GMT -5
I’m gonna be out for a few hours and then I’ll be able to get replies done tonight c:
[mention]runningsky123 [/mention] I may take you up on that cause oooo there’s so many tools and things
[mention]light [/mention]yeahhh that’s kind of what I’m going for at the moment but my brain won’t accept it looking bad lmao
[mention]harpy [/mention] it looks good! I actually don’t know much about code - I looked up a few templates and eventually settled on the one I’m using now
[mention]ailurophile [/mention] I’m so sorry for your loss - take all the time you need - we’re here for you if you need anything
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2023 18:02:39 GMT -5
[mention]feathertalon [/mention] I wanted to get your thoughts on where things were placed so I could throw together a map for my little crow brain - I imagined the mountains being northeast, which I think would place the twoleg place on an east-to-southeast stretch or an east-to-northeast stretch but I’m having trouble with the marsh location but I think it’s dependent on the general path of the stream
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 18:07:22 GMT -5
oooooo i don't have my drawing tablet with me but if you give me like??? an hour or so i can draw up a crude image of how i see the land's layout? o:
also off topic but on the subject of territory
if we start making barn cats i may
need a barn cat
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2023 18:10:42 GMT -5
Aweeeee hell yeah! I won’t be home for a couple hours so that totally works out for me c:
Yessss farm cats galoreeeee
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 18:14:55 GMT -5
niceeee cB
im a sucker for farm cats
i may even say alice was born a farm cat and then dipped too because i love barn cats
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 14, 2023 18:15:11 GMT -5
Lol I’ll hop on the barn cat train too, I love farm cats. It can just be a big farm with lots of barn cats lol
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2023 18:16:32 GMT -5
Smoke purred in amusement at his question, "No, it isn't a herb." He thoughtfully gazed at the ginger tabby. Watching him curiously as he crouched beside the stream. Fishing was indeed different from hunting on land. Percy could focus on his task, and speak to Smoke at the same time. Whereas hunting rodents, all of your attention had to be on your prey. At least that was the conclusion Smoke had come to. He wasn't quite sure how fishing worked, that was a skill Percy would have to teach him at a later time. Smoke decided he'd want to be comfortable telling this story, settling his paws beneath his chest. His tail wrapping itself neatly around himself.
"I dunno, it confuses me a bit as well." He began again, glancing away from Percy and up at the gray sky. "It may sound silly," He quickly mewed, his ears flattening as he felt a bit shy on this topic. He had never told any cat about his dreams. And he liked Percy's company, he was a great listener. The gray tom didn't want to scare him away so soon. "But, I've been having these dreams. Dreams of ghostly cats, with stars in their fur. They lead me through the forest all the way here, to the stream, and when I get here," He paused, green gaze fixing intently on Percy's back, "The land is dotted with many starry cats. They look desperate and hopeful. And then I wake up." He paused again, this time rising to his paws. Anxiety taking over him as he relived the dream once more. "But last night was different. Last night, they spoke to me. All in unison, as if one voice, 'We are EtherClan and SylvanClan. We are your ancestors. Restore our Clans.'"
Smoke looked back up at the sky, puzzled. What did it mean? He wanted to know so desperately. He would fall asleep right now if he could. He would sleep so he could see those cats once more. Get the answers he longed for. Knowing that those answers would be a wait lifted off of his shoulders and his mind. But he was hungry and cold there was no way he could sleep now. Shaking his head he looked away from the answer less sky, down to the leaf and snow littered ground. "And they say they are my ancestors. But wouldn't I know if they were? Surely my family couldn't have just... forgotten them."
His tabby tail drooped miserably, and he flopped back down onto his haunches. Realizing how insane this all might have sounded to Percy. "Pay me no mind, it's silly I know. You must think I'm crazy." Smoke had heard stories of cats who had omens and claimed to have messages from their ancestors. But his mother had warned him to stay away from them. The last thing he could have imagined was that he too would end up as one of those cats.
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2023 18:18:04 GMT -5
ouuu mini barn cat group i love it <3 maybe your original plot for alice being against the clans is the barn cats being against the clans trying to take over the moor  |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 18:49:56 GMT -5
Percy »
Percy's tail twitched in interest as Smoke began to speak on what a Clan was. While he didn't take his eyes off the water, he signaled through his tail and ears that he was listening to Smoke as intently as he would if he were able to look at the other tom. It was very interesting that a Clan wasn't a herb. That meant it could be almost anything and Percy could feel himself wanting to tremble in anticipation.
A slight chuckle slipped from Percy's jaws. "Nothing sounds silly to me. Not too long ago you told me that herbs could heal all sorts of things and I never knew that. Miracle plants may sound silly at first, but if you sit down and actually learn then they seem pretty interesting, so you can tell me anything. Silly or not." The tabby's words was as genuine as could be. Nothing was silly to Percy, and if this was something that had been on Smoke's mind then he wanted to lend an ear and listen to his newfound friend's troubles. He may not have any advice to give, but he had ears that were ready to listen.
And listen he did. As Smoke went on a spiel about dreams and ethereal cats, Percy couldn't help but pull his gaze away from the stream, eyes wide with curious awe. Cats with stars in their pelts? These ghostly cats telling Smoke that they from something known as EtherClan and SylvanClan. These cats pleading for help, looking to Smoke for guidance. These cats telling the gray tabby that their blood ran in his veins. The whole thing sounded like a myth, like a tale some old queen would tell her grandkits. Honestly, Percy probably would think all of that was just some wild dream that Smoke had had and chalk it up to nothing, but Smoke seemed so shaken up about this. This was something that was weighing heavy on the gray tom's mind, and that told Percy everything he needed to know - this was serious, and Smoke was desperate to get answers.
"Those are some-" Before he finished his words a splash from the stream grabbed his attention. Quicker than lightning Percy spun around to face the water once more. He gave not a single thought as he launched himself forward, paw just quick enough to hook a claw between the gills of a rainbow trout. Slamming the fish down on the ground, Percy crouched down and dispatched the fish with a sharp bite to the neck. A purr of satisfaction drummed in the tom's throat as he lifted his head, trout hanging limply in his jaws. Tail high in the air he trotted over to Smoke, laying the fish down and pushing it closer to the other tom with his paw. "It's not the biggest trout, but it'll feed you pretty good." He stepped away from the kill with a proud nod. "Now, as for these two Clans, I don't really know anything about them, though I have heard talk from some other cats I've met before that spoke of two territories. One was the woodlands, the other the moor. I don't know if that means anything, though." Percy fell silent. He felt a little crestfallen that he couldn't give Smoke any more information or be helpful at all, but he supposed the little he did have was better than nothing.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2023 18:51:06 GMT -5
ouuu mini barn cat group i love it <3 maybe your original plot for alice being against the clans is the barn cats being against the clans trying to take over the moor ooooooo actually, i do think i like that idea O: maybe alice is still a part of the barn cat group and maybe sort of a "leader" for them? |
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please take your time, my condolences to you and your family. If you ever need to talk my pms are open
