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Post by soot on Aug 7, 2024 22:24:21 GMT -5
That works out well then! Once I have my girl’s form up (I really need to sort those, lol) I could put up a starter for her, maybe a bit of a long one explaining her time, and dreams, and making her way to Puma?
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Post by Light on Aug 7, 2024 22:26:22 GMT -5
(I could see Artichoke having had the dreams for a while, but finding them annoying and nonsensical, he ignores them for the most part. Until something clues him in that things are changing outside his borders, he remains obstinate. :3 Caci might know something's up with all the twitching and muttering in his sleep lately.)
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Post by soot on Aug 7, 2024 22:28:35 GMT -5
Oh for sure ^^! Caci would maybe inquire about it, and maybe speak with him about it, and then they clue in changes around aswell.)
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2024 22:29:10 GMT -5
gonna put this here before i go to bed!
simon - - lean tom with wiry ticked tabby fur(cinnamon/tawny colored)
unnamed cat(katniss? delta?) - - cream and gray seal point molly with blue eyes
also, i love sylvan having more inside conflict! artichoke being deputy gives me leafstar and sharpclaw vibes during the beginning of skyclan’s rebuilding
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Post by soot on Aug 7, 2024 22:43:10 GMT -5
Also, whispering, how would you feel about Canna meeting your kit to help her ^^? Would that work for what you’re going for, or no |
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Post by soot on Aug 7, 2024 22:57:16 GMT -5
Feathertalon ! I was wondering, would it be interesting for the med cat (Edwina ^^) to be a Barncat, to add something there if Alice knew her, and then she disappears one day/tells her she’s leaving? I have her character and stuff all ready, I’m just debating still her starting situation
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Post by Light on Aug 7, 2024 23:30:02 GMT -5
(Heh. If Artichoke decides to share about the dreams to Caci, it will probably be in an eye-roll manner. He doesn't think they are real, and finds them very annoying.)
(I could kinda see Artichoke giving Sharpclaw vibes. ^^ (though I really ought to try rereading the series again))
(For Percy and Frazzle, I could do Frazzle having gotten himself into some sort of pickle. He's not the smartest tom out there, so if any of you want any cat who knows Frazzle to have saved his butt at some point, feel free to make up a story about it if you so desire. It can be anything, simple, dangerous, or even plain absurd. Haha. He is also the type to try and save other cats when he can~ that is when he doesn't fail and end up with the same problem. XP)
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 8, 2024 7:46:02 GMT -5
Okay I thought I could get replies up tonight I was wrong - the safety of bone broth has worn off I'll get replies up tomorrow! ivypool4life I'll get Dew's starter up tomorrow as well! are we having them meet in the moorland or elsewhere? c: Moor is fine with me. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2024 8:23:30 GMT -5
soot - i'm fine with that! i think it would be really interesting to play around with that - Alice would be reluctant to let her leave, she likes having a cat who knows about healing around so for minor wounds and illnesses she can have Edwina heal them and save major injuries and illnesses for the twolegs to take care of I can see the similarities between Leafstar and Sharpclaw with Puma and Artichoke! Poor Frazzle, I love this accident prone boy so much ;w; Maybe he's had a run in with Solomon at some point then, or perhaps even Star and Comet o:
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2024 8:51:15 GMT -5
Alice »
Taking care of a group of cats had come easy to Alice. Assuming the role of unofficial leader of the barn cats had been natural for the tortoiseshell - she had gathered support and respect of her barnmates without even trying. Over the seasons she had gained undying loyalty from those who also lived here. Sure, the way of a barn cat was simple and relaxed, not many rules tying the cats who lived here down, but where there was a group there needed to be a leader. Alice had just so happened to become that cat. It was a role she stepped into easily and without complaint. She could be a bit hardheaded and harsh, sometimes even distant to those she had yet to warm up to, but what leader was perfect? No leader was flawless, but a group needed a leader, and being that leader had come easy to the dappled orange and black molly.
Being a mother, however...that took a little more skill that she had yet to truly perfect.
Alice had been stretched out on a low hanging ledge of hay, eyes heavy and partly closed as she began drifting off into a light slumber. Not too long ago she had eaten an unseasonably plump mouse that she had shared between herself and her kits, the meal warm and settling nicely into her stomach. So sure that her kits would follow suit and pile up for a nap, Alice had allowed her guard to go down. Yet it seemed as if she had underestimated the curiosity of a kit.
A sneeze snapped the tortoiseshell wide awake. Eyes opened and ears perked forward; without any hesitation Alice pushed herself to her paws and hopped down from the hay bale, quick to find herself standing right in front of Amber. Her fur ruffled in a sign of annoyance, yet her face was softened by concern as she leaned down to nudge her daughter. "Are you alright, Amber?" She asked softly, nuzzling into her kit, drawing in the scent of Amber as she checked the young molly over for any signs of injury or stench of illness. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but that didn't ease Alice's nerves.
She gently grabbed her daughter by the scruff, picking Amber up into her jaws and taking her and Amber away from the barn door that remained ajar no matter the season. Frustration toward herself prickled at Alice's pelt. What if she had actually fallen asleep and Amber had gotten out? The cold and snow had only gotten worse in the last moon, the winter storm so bad out there that even a full grown cat would freeze to death in just a matter of minutes if they had no shelter. A kit wouldn't last but a few seconds out there... Alice shivered, not from the cold, but at the thought of losing her daughter.
This frustration sharpened her voice as she lowered Amber back down on the ground once Alice deemed them both far away enough from the door that the cold wouldn't bite at either of their pelts. "What where you thinking getting so close to the door?" She questioned with the faintest hint of a growl to her voice. Alice sniffed Amber once more, drawing her tongue over the tortoiseshell kit's fluffy fur. "How many times have I told you that you aren't allowed to go that far without me?" Any other cat would have listened to Alice and not dare tempt their luck getting that close to the barn door, but Amber was not just any barn cat. Amber was Alice's daughter, and apparently Alice did not have the same aura of command and respect from her kits that she did from the rest of her barn mates.
Alice was realizing that being a leader was easy. Being a parent was challenging.
Percy »
It was cold.
Percy had thought last moon had been cold, but this moon proved to be worthy competition - or perhaps this moon had already become the winner. With snow that made it all the way to his shoulders in some areas and an icy cold gust of wind that brought with it the bite of deadly leaf-bare, Percy wasn't sure he was going to ever feel warm again. Teeth chattering and fur fluffed out as thick as it could go, Percy still felt the ends of his fur and the tips of his whiskers solidifying and turning into ice crystals.
How were they supposed to reform the Clans in this weather? No cat would listen to a small group of cats that spoke of starry warriors and a cat named Pumaheart. In this weather cats only wanted to survive; they had no patience for anything beyond where they were going to find their next meal.
Percy's own stomach rumbled; prey was almost nonexistent at this point, and with the creek completely frozen over catching a fish was no longer an option. Yet he was determined to catch something. Anything. Smoke had a rather ill patient in his den this moon, a young molly who Percy had yet to actually interact with due to how ill she was. Smoke had appeared rather worried, frantic even, when the two had spoken about it in hushed whispers and worried mewls. While they were supposed to be gathering cats to reform these Clans, Percy had told Smoke to not worry about that just now. He needed to focus on his patient - it had taken a little bit of convincing on Percy's part for Smoke to even leave his patient's side today. He needed herbs, but Smoke had been reluctant to leave the ill cat. Eventually the two had come to a decision - Smoke would leave for a few hours to gather the necessary herbs - if the herbs were even around in this weather - while Percy would leave to try and hunt. The sick molly may not eat anything, but she needed something more than herbs in her system if she were to get better. Knowing he wouldn't find a scrap of prey in the woods, Percy found himself close to the twolegplace. If he were lucky he'd find a house mouse or two nearby, or perhaps he'd find a pile of twoleg's prey and take a few pieces from them - they tended to always have more than they needed. Percy never felt bad when he stole from a twoleg.
Each shivering pawstep drew him closer and closer to the large dens made by twolegs. The wind here wasn't as sharp, wasn't as strong, the large dens stifling the cold ever so slightly. Percy appreciated the lack of being slapped in the face by what felt like a solid icicle, yet the stillness in the air brought with it a sense of unease. The twolegplace always had an eerie stillness about it, a stagnant aura that made Percy feel out of place.
Before he could succumb to the uneasiness of it all, a faint cry coming from deeper within twolegplace caught Percy's attention. He paused, ears swiveling this way and that. Another cry.
A cat in need. Some cat needed help.
Knowing he couldn't just leave a cat that was in danger, Percy modified his mental plans just a bit - help this cat, make sure they weren't hurt, and then continue on with his hunt. He had to return to Smoke's den before it got too late. He couldn't stay out here for long. But he had just enough spare time to check this out.
Without wasting any more time, the ginger and white tabby began to run, headed toward the cries he had picked up on.
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2024 10:58:19 GMT -5
Smoke // with Cotton & Creamsicle Light Feathertalon With leaf-bare, came sickness. Smoke was no fool to think this season would be any different. But he had been so focused on the prophecy, and persuading the cats he and Percy ran into to join the Clans, that he’d been shocked out of his whiskers when the scent of sickness wafted on the wind. It was unmistakable. The sour smell of infection of sickness. Smoke had stopped whatever it was he was doing to find the source- it couldn’t be more important than a sick cat in need. The gray healer gasped in horror when he’d come across the severely wounded she-cat; a red gaping gash sliced down her back and her breathing ragged and full of phlegm. The smell of it told him it was yellowcough, and by sight alone any cat would know her condition was bad. “Percy! Over here!” He yowled anxiously and the two worked carefully to carry her back to his den. That was last moon, in the midst of light snowfall. Now, the snow blanketed the forest like a great white cat. Smoke could barely feel his paws, they were so numb with cold. It was nearly unlikely he would find any lungwort in such weather, but he had to try. The stream gurgled slowly beneath its sheath of ice. The gray tom eyed it warily, knowing if he fell in he would be in trouble. But he needed more lungwort for his patient. And his only option was to cross the stepping stones and collect from his favorite patch. If there was any left, that was. He would have to make the long trip to twolegplace if he didn’t find any. And if there weren’t any there either… I mustn’t give up hope yet! StarClan willing. It was strange, giving the spirits he’d prayed to for as a long as he could remember a name. But his faith was as stronger than ever since he’d started sharing dreams with the ghostly cats. Quickly, Smoke crossed the stepping-stones, landing neatly on the side of the moorland. It was as if everything was finally coming together. He had found even more purpose; being a healer, being a healer for a Clan of cats, forming said Clans. And he had Percy at his side. The tabby’s heart fluttered thinking of the ginger and white cat. They had been spending more and more time together. And Smoke was growing quiet fond of his company . But does he feel the same? “Lungwort, lungwort, lungwort!” He reminded himself out loud before giving his pelt a shake. “Stars, it’s cold!”Percy hadn’t sent him to gather herbs so Smoke could continue to worry. The future of their relationship included. He was on a mission to save the molly in his den. He could not let her die. He would not let her die. King Nimbus // with Cheeto [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] Nimbus dabbed his paw experimentally into the slushy snow on the edge of the fence. It was dirty with the pawprints of his housefolk’s giant paws. The humans were always such dirty creatures. How could one bring untidiness even outdoors? It was his second moon being around the snow. And he loved every moment of it. The Bengal tom had continued his adventures outdoors when his housefolk were away, always returning before the sunset and it got too dark. Who knows what danger lurked in the shadows? The little tom backed away from the sludge and gave his paw a quick clean. Disinterested in the puddle, he moved on to his next adventure. Snow didn’t seem to stay too long in the twolegplace, but there would be plenty to play in in the forest! In his territory. Nimbus felt a glower of pride as he began the trek to his small patch of trees. Eager to get his paws into the cold, powdery flakes. |
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 11:37:48 GMT -5
Perfect then! Depending on, maybe Edwina has even helped her with making sure Amber is healthy? Also! Here the girlie is, and ready to head out to meet a certain Puma[: when should the dream happen? Should it be with her starter, or a bit later? I’m kind of thinking it’s sooner, if the clans are already recruiting. So she could go about her day with an interaction, then head out for the mountains perhaps? Edwina — 19 moons — Female Fickle | Excitable | Level headed A small, blue eyed white and black seal point with a short tail, and wide eyes. Barn Cat // Etherclan // Open to all relations // @ soot |
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 12:25:25 GMT -5
Boz
The Barn -|- With Wonder ( Light ) And (OPEN) ----------------------------------------------------- Boz nodded in agreement, "I think it does." He replies, seemingly a tad more upbeat now with her agreement, and the slightly squinted eye smile Wonder often wears. His own smile is slight, and soft, with the smallest of fangs peaking out from his lips. The tortoisehell tom's whiskers ruffling. He gave a quick lick to his chest fur, and shoulder. He'd did so as he explained the clouds, and their wonderous oddities, and differences. He's still yet to really.. figure out how they rain, snow. "Spackle- and Zee - know tons of these things. Spackle's spent quite a large amount of his time simply learning, and observing. He usually tells me all of these things, when I ask." Boz says excitedly, whiskers twitching. "He's taught me just about everything I know- Zee as well.." He adds, though he's sure Wonder knows that by now. He simply likes to make sure credit is due, "Even how to walk."At the loud, and sudden onslaught of wind, and a light brush of wispy snow entering The Barn, Boz had been quick to make his way to Wonder's side with bunched shoulders, and fluffed up fur. Taking a moment of warmth before nodding, with slightly shaken teeth, "I pretty sure so- ah..." He shivers, nodding once more with jerky movements. "Somewhere warmer- yes! I like that idea."And with that, he's quickly taken to his paws, and bounds one, two steps, before looking back to make sure Wonder is still with him, before he makes his way further back into the barn, and back towards the hay stacks that lead up. Warmth rises, so, he gently makes his way back up, shaking off some hay on his paws before he lands softly on the wood up top. Perhaps so long as he and Wonder are quiet, they can grab a drink of water, and stay in a secluded corner. He turns back, and swishes his tail, head tilted. "Maybe we could stay here?" He gestures his paw out some, sleeping forms still lingering here en-mass. "So long as we're quiet. Here is probably the warmest in the Barn." |
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 12:26:21 GMT -5
(I'm trying a bit of a new format[: I liked the idea of adding the image of my kitties, so I hope it looks alright!)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2024 12:26:35 GMT -5
she's been added!
I'm sure Alice has come to Edwina a few times to make sure that Amber and Finch (the kit i made for that family) are okay and growing as they should be
The dream can happen whenever you want it to! If you wanna do it sooner, that's more than fine with me, or if you wanna wait, that's also fine :>
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2024 12:36:11 GMT -5
Also, whispering, how would you feel about Canna meeting your kit to help her ^^? Would that work for what you’re going for, or no sorry i missed this! delta(still undecided on the name) is a young molly around/a little younger than a year! and she’s gonna be one of the first cats to stay with Smoke permanently! also i think she will be one of the cats to give SylvanClan trouble- the girl loves her twolegs xp i was thinking that maybe SylvanClan gives their kittypet members a sort of trial? but it just doesn’t go well because a lot of them are attached to their twolegs? or a lot of the former loners/rogues just dont take it as seriously as they should |
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 12:43:55 GMT -5
Thank you Feather! And yeah, I'm thinking she'll have the dream now, but still waits a while before deciding to go to the mountains. She's still a bit of an indecisive young gal, but as she grows older I'm planning on her being very wise, and so on. If still occasionally that little fickle self.
And yeah ^^ So she's a little younger and she'll be with Smoke. IS there any further help that'd be needed there for her? Or is she chill having Smoke's help?
Also that's delightful xD She's a lil' trouble kit.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2024 12:53:38 GMT -5
ooo, maybe puma and artichoke could have different ideas on how they want to handle the kittypet members and whatnot
perhaps there could be an issue with twolegs coming into the territory searching for their pets and they find all these wild cats around and something starts from there o:
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 12:58:54 GMT -5
Oo, that's an interesting idea! I can also definitely see something like that happening with Arti involved. Which will definitely be an interesting little plot point since Caci used to be a kittypet that basically just 'moved out' pfft.
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2024 13:11:14 GMT -5
Light mentioned a re-read of the series and i started rereading last summer and i’ve just finished A Vision of Shadows last week! Currently on Hawkwing’s Journey, and I think the twoleg plot could work^^ Before Darktail attacked, he scattered a bunch o trash and rotting food to attract raccoons into the twolegplace and SkyClan’s territory. The raccoon attacks caused many owners to lock their pets away, meaning no daylight warriors. ultimately leading to their demise(rip the gorge) i think SylvanClan mostly being made up of the twolegplace cats and attracting the humans/having unreliable members could be very fitting
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2024 13:20:37 GMT -5
I do think Puma would do a thing like the daylight warriors for a bit, trying to get the kittypets to adjust instead of just throwing them straight into Clan life 24/7
so maybe the daylight warrior plan becomes a problem due to twolegs locking their cats away and stuff
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 13:39:50 GMT -5
Ahk, I might put my stopping limit at 3 interactions because I really want to start Edwina's ;-;
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2024 16:48:09 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Place | With Zinnia - soot Even as he looked at him, the spotted tabby was quite sure he'd never seen this cat around these parts. He'd certainly remember such a distinct silhouette. The tom's build was almost reminscent of some wildcats he'd seen his boy looking at every now and then. Just... well, smaller. A lot smaller. Even from here, Milo was sure he had a good bit of size on him. 'Poor thing must be freezin'.'
Not this side of town, huh? That made sense - Milo rarely frequented the any other sides of the twoleg place. As much as he wanted to explore, he also valued knowing his way home. Plus, the other side of town just didn't capture his attention quite like the trees that were oh so close yet so far. Before his mind could wander again, the stranger gave his name, and he couldn't help but tip his head slightly. There'd been hesitation there. Perhaps he had another name? Ah, but it wasn't his place to press, so Zinnia it was. "Name's Milo - lived here for a while now."
Hopping down from his post, the tom made sure to keep his distance, sensing that the other may not be totally comfortable with his presence. "Where you headed? If you don't mind my askin', that is. Don't mean to be rude, but ya seem out of sorts in the cold." He paused, assessing Zinnia once more. "Ya don't have to answer, I'm just curious." It didn't hurt to add these words - the last thing he wanted to do was pressure somecat into sating his selfish curiosity.
 Kuta -- Base of the Mountains | With Gray Sky - whispering His life had become very interesting since leaving his humans behind. His dreams now made some sort of sense and his life had a purpose. A very large purpose that he wasn't too sure he could live up to. Still, he was more than happy to try. Since they're initial meeting with Pumaheart, the tall tom had made quick work of finding himself a den and beginning to map out the moors. A group of cats would need a place to live, after all. Though, he'd been quick to realize that he wasn't entirely sure what a group of cats would need to live out in the open...
Nonetheless, it was still good to get an idea of the land before him. So far he'd learned that he adored the moorland and all the soft plants that with it despite the fact that they were brittle and dry in the cold. He loved sleeping under the stars if it wasn't too cold to do so. Most of all, he loved the freedom. The wind howling against his ears, the sun on his fur (clouds allowing, of course), hunting as he saw fit, no twolegs yelling after him to get inside. Despite numb paw pads and shivers that still wracked his body occasionally, this was everything he could dreamed of.
No, it was more. Besides his freedom, he'd met more cats in the past couple weeks that he had his whole life. And one very large dog behind a fence. In fact he'd never met a dog so large to the best of his memory. And it spoke his tongue, much to his delight. It had been friendly enough, sharing a short conversation with him about what he did beyond the fence. Bo... Yes, that was certainly his name. Bo had mentioned there being more cats behind the fence - he'd have to visit there once he'd exhausted his options.
But that was for the future. He was quite sure there were cats he had yet to cross paths with and, admittedly, one he was hoping to see again. For all the cats he'd seen thus far, this tom had been massive! He'd had yet to meet a cat of his size. If not for his own height, the gray time would have dwarfed him and then some. Though, their first meeting hadn't gone the best, Kuta was still determined to get his name at the very least. Plus it was nice not entirely towering over any given companion.
Of course, this wasn't to say he new where to start. He didn't know a single thing about the large tom, let alone where he might be. The moor was vast, as was the forest. Truthfully, he had no intentions of entering the forest, lest he be chased down and caught. That, and he could only cover so much ground every day.
Today was no different. After emerging from his den and squinting against the sun, Kuta didn't hesitate to trot off into the call grasses and toward the mountains. There was still some time before everyone had planned to meet back with Pumaheart again, but the base of the rocky formations was one he hadn't yet revisited. Not in full, anyway. If he wanted to be familiar with his new home, then he'd have to see all of it.
With jaws parted to welcome any new scents, the tom made light work of his travels. The closer to the looming mountains he got, the more a new scent become distinct. Particularly, the scent of another feline in the region - one his brain was insisting he'd met at least once before. Of course, the only way to know was to track down its source, so he got to work. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before he came upon a little mountain spring being visited by another.
"Hey, it's you!" As soon as amber eyes laid eyes on him, scent was matched to face. To say he was overjoyed to see this large tom was probably an understatement. Grinning and tall ear perked with excitement, he took a couple of steps closer, seemingly forgetting how poor their last encounter had been. "I didn't get your name last time and I don't think you got mine - I'm Kuta."
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2024 16:48:23 GMT -5
and I'm working on Dew's starter rn c:
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 18:34:47 GMT -5
 Zinnia
Twoleg Place -|- With Milo (Myst)------------------------------------------------- Zinnia couldn’t help the squinted gaze he kept on the other cat. Zinnia’s paws shuffled, playing with the thought of sitting down to conserve what little warmth he has, but he quickly shoves it away. If he sits down, then this tom will think of that as.. him wanting to stay and converse longer. So he keeps himself standing, tall ears flicker at the response he receives. He doesn’t bother with a response. This tom can talk enough for both of them, hopefully.
Zinnia normally stays away from the edges of the forest, when he stays in the Twoleg town. He’s only ever here for shelter, and sustenance, not to stay near the forest and freeze. So he only really ends up here when he’s here to enter or leave. He might occasionally come to take a peek or two, see how the forest is looking, but not long enough. His scent washed out easily by all the conglomerating scents of what makes up the Twolegs.
Zinnia restrains a small flinch when they, Milo, hops down to be on level with himself. Though it’s never really on his level. Most cats are bigger than him, and now isn’t different.
He fluffs his fur some, to stave off the cold as he looks up at Milo. Zinnia debates a response… but after the other cat’s affirmation, he decides to speak. It’s not as if this cat will want to follow him into the forest for some reason. He doesn’t.. seem the type to go after a cat, the kittypet scent all over him is a bit of a tell. At least, Zinnia hopes to the forces he isn’t. Even if this cat’s been declawed..
He’s still larger. “You’re fine.” He says dully. He gestures his head towards the treeline, bare, leafless trees ruffling. “I’m headed for the forest.” Zinnia says, his ears dipping some. “It gets cold, sure, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Sometimes. There’s a reason he’s only thinking of going now. Sure it’s freezing, but the actual weather is calm. He can find shelter, and be alone. And away from so many others. |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Aug 8, 2024 19:19:14 GMT -5
CheetoEdge of the Twolegplace // With King Nimbus // whispering
Cheeto’s past moon had been eventful. He had never known life could be this adventurous as a cat. Spending nights cozy in his nest, and then spending his days prancing around in the snow. The days his Twolegs shut him inside were the low points. He had begun to notice a difference in himself; the way the fresh air ruffled his fur and carried delightful scents of flora and fauna to his nose. Inside, there was also the muffled scents of things Twolegs liked to smell. Which didn’t always line up to his tastes.
Today, he was lucky enough to escape before they had shut him up. His tail was high in the air as he walked along the fence lines of the nests by his Twolegs’ nest. He enjoyed patrolling the Twolegplace. It gave him a sense of comfort to know where everything was, and to learn new ways to get to his favorite spots. Today he thought he might head toward the forest.
Leaping down from the fence, he trotted on for a while in silence. He wondered how his friend Frazzle was doing. He hadn’t seen him in a few sunrises, but Frazzle showed up when he pleased. No worry.
As he got closer and closer to the trees, Cheeto noticed the outline of another cat. The cat was a bit smaller, and he had a strange pattern. It was unlike anything Cheeto had ever seen. Like some kind of wild cat! Cheeto thought with wonder. Maybe this stranger was a wild cat. His fur bristled at the thought.
So Cheeto approached with caution, circling around the cat’s side with plenty of distance between them. “I haven’t seen you around," he called out, tail held up inquisitively. “Are you a wild cat?" Alas, his curiosity got the better of him. |
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Post by Light on Aug 8, 2024 20:32:35 GMT -5
ooo, maybe puma and artichoke could have different ideas on how they want to handle the kittypet members and whatnot perhaps there could be an issue with twolegs coming into the territory searching for their pets and they find all these wild cats around and something starts from there o: Oo, that's an interesting idea! I can also definitely see something like that happening with Arti involved. Which will definitely be an interesting little plot point since Caci used to be a kittypet that basically just 'moved out' pfft. (I could definitely see that. Artichoke is a very black and white sort of tom~ (though technically his pelt is all white). He respects a cat who can make a solid decision and stick to it. But cats who can't even do that, he sees as untrustworthy and a burden to the group. He'd very happily force cats to make their decision right then and there, but (thanks to Caci and Puma's voices of reason in his ears) he will likely hold back from taking things into his own paws until it becomes an obvious problem.)) |
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Post by Light on Aug 8, 2024 20:34:30 GMT -5
(I'll try to get responses up tonight!)
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Post by soot on Aug 8, 2024 20:49:09 GMT -5
(Take your time Light ^^ And yeah! That's kind of what I was thinking for him! He'll be a very interesting tom to have in the role, but I think he'd end up doing what he thinks is best for the clan, even if it's occasionally debatable, lol.)
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Post by Light on Aug 9, 2024 0:50:16 GMT -5
 FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace: Garbage Bin With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) It was dark. It was cold. Frazzle’s thick semi-matted fur was poofed out as far as it could go, and yet even that didn’t seem to do him much good. He couldn’t even laugh at how absurd he must look, as it was so dark he couldn’t even see his own paws. The only source of light was a small slit far above his head. It was farther than he could reach when he stretched out. And leaping only caused him to bump his head and stun his senses. There was nothing to grip onto along the smooth, ice-cold side of the bin to pull him up either. ~ It all began late last night, when a delicious smell woke him from his slumber. He had been curled up beneath a back-porch, right against a wall that continuously emitted subtle warmth. The smell came with a banging and a jangling, as well as long string of twoleg grumbles. The steps creaked as the twoleg bumbled out wearing his thick winter-pelt. He was carrying two giant black sacks that crinkled and jingled with every step. From the scent wafting from them, Frazzle knew without a doubt that somewhere in those bags, a feast awaited. He stood and gave a quick stretch before padding up to the underside of the steps, still hidden by their shadow. The air was especially frigid that morning, but it hadn’t yet penetrated Frazzle’s warmed thick pelt and his unbridled eagerness. Frazzle’s stomach gave a loud growl and his mouth watered as he fancied whatever must be in those sacs. When was the last time he had a good feed? It had been quite a while now. After the twoleg returned up the steps and Frazzle heard the den entrance slam shut, he dashed out from under the porch. He knew very well what those black sacks were. Twolegs would almost always toss them in the large boxes behind their den. These twolegs in particular would often have all sorts of goodies in their sacks. He had been staking them out for the past day. He slipped through the hole in the fence and padded up to the tall black box. This particular bin didn’t close properly, which made it the perfect target for today’s hunt. He wiggled his bottom and leapt, catching his front paws over the lip and scrabbling against the side as he strained to nose the lid open. As it began to give and he slipped his head in, he managed to pull up his hind legs, enabling him to lean further in. He reached down with his front paws, but they caught nothing but empty air. Where were they? Surely it couldn’t be this low! Not at this house. It was never this low! He reached further, and further, thinking that surely- surely he’d reach it at any moment. The position was difficult to hold and his legs were nearly at their tipping point. Any reasonable dumpster-diving cat would know they would have to give up on this one, but Frazzle wasn’t ready to give up. He leaned a little further, and sure enough, tumbled into the bin, the lid slamming closed above him. It hadn’t been so alarming at first. He had food on the brain so that had been his first and foremost activity on the agenda. He had managed to dig around in the dark by feel and by scent enough to find his desired meal without too much difficulty. Then when he was sluggish with food, he decided to take a nap, figuring he’d have plenty of time to get out later. He awoke later chilled to the bone and with no idea what time it must be. Well… In anycase it must be time to get out of here, stretch out his legs and find somewhere to warm up. Maybe he could pay one of his kittypet friends a visit. But after many noisy attempts, leaping out of his tall black cage proved to be a task too difficult. ~ So here he was, teeth chattering as he talked away to himself as he often did. “You just had to get stuck in a food box, Frazzle. I mean, the food was good, but I really ought t-to be smarter than this. Perhaps the food place across t-town would have been better… Their bin is ALWAYS full, and the string-faced twoleg there is very kind and generous. Just as long as I don’t run into that stern-faced twoleg. Haha. Hahahahaha! She would be so upset. No maybe it would be f-funner if I had run into her…” Frazzle faded off as he stared up at the crack of light above him. His laughter faded into an uneasy silence. No matter how much he pondered what he could have done differently, it would change nothing. His paws were numb, and he could no longer feel his ears at all. Being stuck in one place was bad enough, but being stuck in one place in leafbare was even worse! Another shiver wracked his body, after which he came to a decision. He stood, causing some loose twoleg objects to clink and rattle around him. Taking a step forward he took a deep breath. “Hello?” he meowed loudly. Maybe the twolegs would hear him and open the lid. They weren’t the friendliest and didn’t take kindly to seeing him around, but he was almost certain he could get out and away before they could do anything to him. “Hello?!” he yowled a little louder. Then he paused to listen. Nothing. “Is anyone out there…?” he meowed a little quieter. What would happen if no one came? Living life in a box didn’t sound very fun, not to mention that he didn’t feel all that well right now. It was so cold… Frazzle sat once more, as his body shuddered with another shiver. After the worst of the shaking stopped, he shifted his paws, noting where food was beneath the useless twoleg paraphernalia. All this food right beneath his paws and he didn’t even have the appetite to eat it. It was a sad thought, and yet he couldn’t help but chuckle dryly at it. ---  CottonLocation: Moor (Cotton’s Den) With: Creamsicle and Smoke ( Feathertalon and whispering ) It was an especially cold day and Cotton was in bitter spirits since they woke up that morning. Her joints creaked and ached with every step she made. Usually all it took to fix that was moving around to get her blood flowing, but nothing seemed to be able to rid her of her discomfort today. She had barely said a word since morning, responding to Creamsicle’s inquiries with minimal, incredibly frank answers. Today would have been a good day to hole away in the den, but there were only so many days a cat could do that. Especially when there was a certain young energetic kit involved. Cotton let her sharp yellow gaze slide in the white kit’s direction. Creamsicle was starting to settle into life on the moor. Survival skills didn’t seem to come naturally to her like it did for some, but she had made considerable progress since she had first arrived. They were not far from the crater in which their den dwelt. Cotton stepped stiffly across the hardened snow, treading a familiar snow-hidden path to the nearest copse of trees. Most creatures would be hiding all cozy-like in their dens on a day like this, but they might be able to find at least something there. A meow echoed through the crisp air and Cotton suddenly stopped, her ears lifting high and swivelling to pinpoint the sound. She took a few steps off the trail so she could peer over the first rolling hill. Sure enough, a dark form moved across the snow, not all that far from Creamsicle and herself. With a quiet hiss, she took several steps back, flattening herself against the snow. Her ears pulled back and her tail flicked in Creamsicle’s direction to get her attention. “Get down,” she commanded in a low, sharp voice. Unlike Creamsicle, her brown fur did not blend with the snow at all, but as long as the passing cat did not come up the hill, he would not see them. Just then, a skin prickling breeze raked its icy claws across their backs. Mousedung, Cotton thought bitterly, scrunching her face in a silent snarl their luck. Even through the cold, if the tom was paying any attention, the wind would bring their scents straight to him. ---  Wonder Location: Barn With: Boz and (OPEN) ( soot ) Wonder gladly followed Boz back up the stacks and up into a quiet corner of the loft. She blinked when he stopped and turned back to look at her, his tail swishing. His head was tilted as it often did when he was about to ask a question. Wonder smiled softly at the thought and nodded at his suggestion. Quietness came easily to her, and it would be nice warm up here for a bit after sitting out in the colder area of the barn for a while. Though the place was a bit crowded, there were some spots they’d be able to slip into. She glanced down at the wooden floor, shifting her paws. “I’m sorry that I made you wake up so early in this cold, and it was all for nothing,” she murmured. She paused before looking back up at Boz, her tilted ears straightening a little. “I suppose I’ll have to show it to you on another, warmer day,” she whispered with a small smile. |
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