- - [ resurgence - open ]

(Here comes Boz, trying to cheer his lil friend up! I'm trying out other stuff with formatting, so don't mind me if the next couple posts look wacky, lol )

It’ll be optional I think! Cats getting Clan names will be a slower integration - so we’ll have some cats that still have their birth names while others will switch to a Clan name. There will probably even be some daylight warrior-esque names as well
Like I know Percy is going to change his to a clan name once he joins the clan. He’ll be Firefrost
Wila will change hers as well, probably Willow- something
Laika will keep hers Laika
It probably wouldn’t be until the third or fourth generation when all clan cats have actual clan names

it'll be interesting seeing how the characters decide to change their names, if they do at all!

i'll try getting replies up tonight but im pretty busy so it may be sometime tomorrow
also, just an inquiry, but do we wanna set up a system for time skips and whatnot? like i know some role-plays will skip to a new moon once a week or so while some switch to the next moon after so many pages. did we wanna do something like that here just so we're not always staying in the same timeframe and allow the plot to progress better or?
i think we have a pretty solid group of people here so i'm not too worried about things, but i think maybe having a system we follow could help progress things along a little better as well?

i feel like we progress scenes pretty quickly in our most active phases? i think a week would be too quick given that we’re all adults, and a few teenagers, and our lives get pretty busy :b

i think every 2 weeks for an enforced timeskip if things are moving too slow would be fine? it seems for this current timeskip we’re kinda just building relationships/doing some recruiting, kinda getting back into the groove of things.

I also feel like two weeks give or take some depending what's happening is a good timeframe c: I'm cool with that kind of system

Also very sorry I died yesterday - illness took me out
Dew's starter may be short because I didn't save it before I knocked it last night

 

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(And I'll wait for Smoke before rping Cotton. ;3)

Gray Sky // with Kuta Myst

Startled, Gray Sky scrambled away from the pool. Coughing and spluttering as his last mouthful went down the wrong way. The pale tom’s thick fur bristled, and he swiped his tongue furiously over his burning nostrils.

Smoldering green eyes bore into the intruder of his peace. They narrowed to slits when he identified the, unfortunately, familiar face. The strange cat acted as if he were glad to run into Gray Sky again. Why would that be? Even the smallest kit could see when it was not welcomed. And yet…

Gray Sky’s wide head tilted; this cats tongue sounded different from what he was used to. He figured the last time that perhaps it was because he hadn’t spoken with another cat in moons. But no, it seemed to be another adjustment he would have to make in this strange new land. And what was a Kuta? Why would a mother cat give their kit such a name? “Ku..ta…?” It felt weird on his tongue. Back in his home mother cat’s named their kits after their surroundings. She would go off to a secluded area and name her kits after the things near the birth place. It was tradition in the kinship. But a, a Kuta, Gray Sky had never heard of such a thing.

Never mind his curiosity, he didn’t trust this cat. Kuta’s big, pleading amber eyes and overly friendly demeanor was unsettling. Gray Sky was a stranger to the tall tom. And a cat who was happy to run into a stranger definitely couldn’t be trusted.

“I am Gray Sky.” He meowed finally, tail lashing in annoyance. If hostility did not sway this cat, perhaps he would leave him alone if he gave him what he wanted. Whatever that was. “You are… happy to run into me, yes? Why?”

King Nimbus // with Cheeto [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X]  

One, two… Crunch!

Nimbus squealed in delight as he pounced into the snow drift, quickly scrambling out and prancing about. If only he could figure out a way to get snow inside of his den…

If the humans were truly his subjects, if they deemed him royalty, they would figure out a way to bring the whole of the forest into their home. Even the critters so he could practice his hunting at home. It wasn’t as fun with his toys. His toys didn’t move, and his housefolk were too dumb and clumsy. The little tom occasionally targeted their feet as they trampled about, but Nimbus couldn’t do much with their constant yowls of pain and the scoldings they gave him. Not that he would listen. He was King Nimbus! They would learn to suck it up eventually. Even when his skill was perfected he would prowl the floors of their home targeting them when they least expected it…

Finally! The treeline. The little Bengal’s ears pricked, and his tail quivered with excitement as he saw that snow that seemed to stretch on forever. Untouched except for the tiny prints of squirrels and birds that passed. But he didn’t make it far before he heard the meow of an approaching cat.

An enemy!

But it was just a kittypet. He could tell by the roundness of its belly and its glossy ginger fur. Strays were all skinny and scruffy-looking. But kittypets were also dumb. Was he implying King Nimbus looked scruffy and unloved? I’ll show you a wildcat furball!

“‘Course, I am!” He snorted contemptibly. “And you’re trespassing on my territory.”

Smoke // with Cotton & Creamsicle Light Feathertalon

If he had thought it was cold in the forest, he was wrong. The cold of the moorlands held his bones in a cruel grip. Whipping the brittle patches heather, sending crystals of snow with it that stung as it seeped into Smoke’s fur.

Every part of him, the part that yearned to be warm, yowled for him to turn back and wait for another thaw. But so deep in leafbare there was still a moon or two before newleaf would make its entrance. The likeliness of finding herbs in this weather were close to none. He would have to dig beneath the layers of snow to find the faintest trace of the purple plant. But he had to try. If his efforts were in vain well, maybe he could send Frazzle to search the twoleg gardens. Or maybe they would go together to ensure a good haul of herbs. And maybe Percy could come too…

The wind shifted. And with it brought the scent of warmth. Of cats. Smoke froze, paw lifted in the air mid-step. Green eyes searched the rolling hills towards the scent. Cats could mean someone was sick or injured although, he couldn’t smell any signs. Maybe that meant they knew where some lungwort had survived the snow! Or maybe he could do some recruiting while he was here.

Smoke scanned the hills until his eyes landed on a pair of pricked ears, just visible over the snow.

“Hello!” He called, changing direction to trudge to the stranger. Although, he came no further when he reached the base of the hill, keeping a cautious distance. Now that he was closer, he could detect a second cat. Though he couldn’t spot it yet. This cat could be a threat to him, despite his kindness. “I hope I’m not intruding. I’m just a passing healer.”

”Maybe you could help me?”

Hey hey y’all! Finally finished my week straight of work 😅 gonna take a nap now, but will get replies up tonight!

Also still have Gardenia/Wisteria (forest), Alyssum/Aster (moor) and Heather or Spark (barn) open atm!

I'm sure he'll give Kuta some very much needed structure cause homeboy has literally none lol

also, I will try and get replies for Milo and Kuta up today!! if not today, def tomorrow c:

whispering not Gray Sky thinking tolerating the conversation will make him go away, what a grave mistake to make

Cotton
Location: Moor
With: Creamsicle and Smoke
(Feathertalon and whispering )

Cotton glanced over at Creamsicle. To her relief, the kit had smartly crouched down and was hidden well amongst the snow. Creamsicle spoke quietly, her little voice trembling with fear. Before Cotton could respond, a loud greeting called up from the base of the hill. The old molly’s face scrunched in a silent hiss. Tch! Of course the tom was paying attention. Any cat who didn’t pay attention on the moor would be a mouse-brain.

“Not if I can help it. Stay there for now,” her hoarse mew murmured to Creamsicle before she stood. Her brown wiry form arose into full view of the grey cat below. She held herself tall and strode forward with strong, purposeful steps to the point at which the hill began to slope downward, conveniently in front of the location Creamsicle still crouched. She glared down at the grey tom with intense hostility, her yellow eyes dark and gleaming. The posturing only worsened her aching joints, but besides a subtle glitter of pain in her eyes, she refused to show any sign of weakness before this stranger.

Thankfully the tom wasn’t foolish enough to approach them without caution. It appeared he knew the proper protocol when addressing other cats on the moor. His mannerisms were good and his tone polite, but Cotton was largely unmoved until he mentioned being a healer. Her head shifted a little as she squinted her eyes, looking over the tom more closely. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Cotton’s tail began lashing impatiently when he went on to ask for help. Standing still in this cold did her no favours. She was sure Creamsicle must be getting cold as well.

“And if I refuse?” she meowed darkly, her voice a grating sound. The tom may seem nice enough, but that gave her no reason to trust him. She’d seen plenty of two-faced cats in her day. That was the reason for one of her number-one rules: Trust no one.

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Frazzle
Location: Twolegplace: Garbage Bin
With: Percy
(Feathertalon )

Frazzle heard the resulting laughter with perking ears, a grin spreading across his face. A bit of energy and warmth returned to his limbs at the familiar and beloved sound of laughter. The voice beyond spoke again, fun and mysterious with their words. Twoleg food cat indeed! He chuckled under his breath, and it quickly grew to a full-chest laugh. “Alright heroic star, what’s the plan?” Frazzle asked through his subsiding laughter.

The voice’s next question made Frazzle pause. Was he stable? What exactly was that supposed to mean? Was the supposed star questioning his sanity or his condition? Sure, sometimes he had some weird ideas and said some strange things, but he liked to think himself to be thinking clearly. “Uhhh….” Frazzle stalled, unsure how he should go about answering the question. Thankfully the voice continued to explain, and the meaning of their words clicked into place. “Ohhh!” Crinkles and clatters sounded from within the container as the young messy-furred tom hopped back to the centre of it all, grounding himself there until further notice. “Stability is a go!” He wasn’t sure how exactly a star was going to knock the whole thing over. But they were a star after all, and stars could do anything! “Twoleg food cat is ready for take off. Do your thing, Star!”

(Pfft! I love that Percy just goes with it. XD)

In regards to skipping, idk if every two weeks would work for me? Like I'd be down, but we're coming up on vaccine season and it's about to get crazy (right around the time I' starting school back up too so fun), so idk. Guess we'll have to see lol.

(Oh shoot! We should, I’ve been a bit all over the place recently, but I’m getting everything more relaxed now, so definitely!)

totally understandable! Like I said, it was just a suggestion and frequent timeskips like that more than likely won’t happen all the tome, just every now and then when the scenes seem to be “stalling” more than progressing ^^