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Oooh! Totally! In that case, he's gonna be one of those uncles who is a little younger than some of his nieces and nephews, hehe.

Time for a Cotton backstory reboot. I've scrounged together some of the storyline I've built. Cotton's father was Fang, son of Adderpaw (renamed Adder after the clans split). Her mother was Opal, a cream-coloured she-cat who~ was actually kind of like Mother Gothel from Tangled. Cotton stayed back to help her mother for a time while her siblings moved on with their lives, and her mother simply didn't want to let her go, always finding an excuse to keep her around. Cotton was annoyed because she wanted to go out and make a life of her own, but her heart was still soft and she cared for her mother so she stayed . But it was when Cotton found her first love, that her mother went too far. Using underhanded means, she either killed him or misled him so he lost interest in Cotton (not sure which yet XP). Though she had cared for her mother, Cotton was no fool and knew what she had done. In a storm of anger, she left without further word and a hardened heart. I had no plan for where her father was during all this. I'm thinking it was because he was away that Opal was so desperate to keep Cotton around. But I'd be totally fine if you want to add to the story with the next litter. ^^

Ivy: 100%!

I made it a habit to recruit as much family as possible for dear old Cotton. XD

Whether you want Owl's parents to have told her about Cotton or not is up to you. Some of Cotton's children respected her for what she taught them, but others resent her for being so strict and pushing them away in the end.

Sounds fun! ^^

One of her sons is named Quiver (he is currently a non-rped background character). He had a history of occasionally visiting Cotton. Brief visits, but visits nonetheless. Owl could be his son if you would like. Or Owl's Cotton-descended-parent could be a different unnamed character. Whatever works. :3

[ whispering - simon and poppy added! i know we have the cotton/creamsicle/smoke scene going, but i was wondering if you'd wanna do another scene as well? maybe something with leo and laika, or even quinn and solomon having a run in? if not that's fine! :>

soot - when did you wanna do the edwina/puma scene? i'm down to start that now or wait if you'd rather!

asrise - added, welcome to the role-play! Currently we're in the recruiting phase of the role-play, where the first three cats (Kuta, Smoke, and Percy) have been in contact with Pumaheart (a descendent of the Clans with her family having kept Clan traditions and passed down their knowledge down the family line) and are now setting out to find cats interested in remaking the Clans with them. 
No photo ref necessary! c:

@ just at anybody interested - i still have some characters open if anybody i don't have scenes with already would be interested! ]


 

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Feathertalon ouuu both sound tempting, im down to get a feel for leoxlaika and we can maybe do solomon and quinn reunion after?

asrise welcome! my cat Gray Sky is also from the mountains! If you’d like them to know each other, he escaped from a tight knit family of cats that believed in cat sacrifices to ensure their safety. he’s older than your two siblings, but they could be his younger siblings or just kits he knew from the group. he’s been gone from the group for about a year(that’s how long its taken him to reach this current territory)

Light would cotton have already been pregnant when she left opal?

if so, we can say hazel’s litter was born a few months after. maybe opal went searching for fang again eventually? fang waited until
the kits were old enough to be weaned before he chose which kit to take with him, his choice being hazel.

they lived far along the outskirts of the moor, way past the barn and the territory cats were so familiar with. there was an old twoleg who lived alone out there who hazel quickly became fond of(his only escape from his very strict, emotionally unavailable father). the old man called him simon, he liked the name simon although his father didn’t approve. only during the winters did his father join him in eating the food the old twoleg left out for the cats. the old man grew sick, and one day his children joined him to take care of him. simon watched his health deteriorate as they mistreated their father, eventually leading to his death. not too long after they threw out all of the mans belongings and put the house up for sell. simon kept his distance, hurt and angered at the treatment they gave to their own father. fang was elderly at this point, and even he could not fathom the though of letting the old tom suffer alone. simon never returned following the old man’s death, instead focusing on taking care of his own father. one day fang wanders away from their den(i feel like he may have had some form of dementia in his old age) to visit the old man, where he is poisoned by traps the twolegs left to keep cats away from the house. simon is outraged when he finds out and swears to keep his distance from all twolegs (the origin of his distrust of twolegs)

i feel like when he met alice he was maybe injured or needed to take shelter? and he fell hard and stayed up until their honeymoon phase came to an abrupt end

whispering - Leo and laika it is! I can put up a starter in a few hours c:
Man, I feel so bad for Simon ;v;
This poor boy’s been through it and then had to deal with a rough breakup. Alice wouldn’t have denied him help if he first came to the barn injured, and I’m sure it was during his healing process that they grew closer and began having feelings for one another

asrise - I’ve still got Solomon, comet, and star open! Where would your two be located at the moment? That’ll help me figure out who to throw their way if you wanna do a scene!

Hmmm, if you want Solomon there way they need to be at the base near the forest/twolegplace
Comet and Star would be the option if they’re at the moor side!

asrise - Welcome to the resurgence! ^^

whispering - Loving the story planning! It sounds great! <3 I wonder if he would know about Cotton at all.

Yeah! But I don’t think she really knew that she was pregnant until after she was on her own.

I’m thinking Fang left for long periods of time~ like moons at a time, but came to visit occasionally. He was Cotton’s main source of the old clan myths. She adored her father, the few times he actually visited. Maybe the first batch of kittens were only she-kits, so he left without bringing any with him. But perhaps the second batch of kits had one tom, and that was why he brought Hazel with him the next time he visited.

Feathertalon I won’t push it now, since we have a few rp’s currently ongoing and all. ^^ But later, when all parties are available and the time seems right, I’d love to see a Boz, Alice, Wonder interaction. :3

I’ll get started on Frazzle’s reply after dishes. Cotton’s I’ll work on after Smoke’s response.

Smoke // with Cotton & Creamsicle Light Feathertalon 

The healer’s tail droop, a bit dejected by the molly’s unwavering hostility. Despite his efforts at making peace. But, he could not blame her. It was the way of most cats around their area. Cats who were distrustful of others and preferred their solitude. Their trust soured by those whose intentions were treacherous to began with. But Smoke was not one of those cats. And there was only so much he could say to try to win over the ticked she-cat.

Behind her, a tiny white head popped up. But it did not stray any further. Maybe she thinks I’ll hurt her kit! Even if he weren’t a healer, Smoke would never endanger a queen and her kit. Although, this queen looked a bit old to be kitting. Perhaps if he helped her she would return the favor.

Smoke searched her amber eyes for a moment, not finding much there from this distance. Other than her mistrust. But, he knew if he stepped any closer, the more likely the molly would attack. The last thing he needed was a wounded healer in the middle of leaf-bare, catering to a severely sick and injured molly.

He swallowed, “I can’t force you. But lives are at stake. I’m searching for lungwort. There’s a young molly there, older than your kit,” He motioned to the small white head behind the brown molly, “I found her riddled with yellow-cough and with fresh wounds from a dog attach. She can’t fight the infection if I can’t get her sickness under control.”

“Maybe you’ve seen or heard of lungwort? Its got spotted leaves and purple flowers? Maybe if you help me I could inspect you both and make sure there is no sickness or things that need tending… If you decide to help me, that is.”

Smoke’s heart seemed to be beating out of his chest, drowning out the cold, battering wind. He prayed that the she-cat would give in. Silently willing her to approve of his offer. 

 

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Frazzle
Location: Alleyway near edge of Twolegplace
With: Percy
(Feathertalon )

Frazzle heard a loud thump and his entire existence shook. Then all was still. The voice called out before all faded back into silence. “Uh… Hello..? Star-voice-thing?” He meowed after a while. “Are you st-“ CLANG!!! The entire can tipped and hovered for a moment. Adrenaline broke him free from his shock, and he at once realized what he must do. He heaved himself in the direction the can was to fall, giving it the final bit of weight it needed to fully tip over. The can fell with a crash that rung painfully in his ears, but Frazzle paid it little notice. The lid flew away and light flooded into the dark depths of the can, blinding the greasy young tom within. Even so, the twoleg things flying around him were no obstacle as he gave one mighty leap, bursting out into open air. He yowled out with joy, racing with all his might in a wide circle around the alley. “FREEE! I’M FREE! I am free!” he yowled joyfully. Warmth flooded into his body as he moved and his stiffened limbs were finally able to stretch and loosen. He spotted an orange and white cat laying in the snow nearby, and without stopping to think about it, raced over to prance a happy circle around him. “You hear that? I’m free!” He came to a stop with his tail high, whipping his head around and eagerly looking all about. “Hey um… You there in the snow. Have you seen a star around here?” What did a star even look like, face to face?

(Even I don’t know when he is serious or not. XP I don't know if he knows either.)

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

Cotton at least listened to the tom, if for no other reason that he was a healer. Upon hearing that it was a kit, she felt an uncomfortable twinge in her chest and her eyes narrowed further. Then the tom motioned behind her, mentioning who he had assumed to be her own kit. Her heart dropped and she whipped her head back to see Creamsicle peeking at their interaction. The molly let out a long-suffering sigh. The kit still had a lot to learn. She gave Creamsicle a short glare, a clear sign that they were going to have a talk about this later. By this point, she had become fairly certain that this cat truly was a healer. Not only did he know about lungwort and its precise appearance, but from the faint whiffs she could catch from here, he carried the scent of distinct herbal plants as only a healer would. Her hostility ease. She didn’t trust him, but she no longer saw him as an immanent threat. And since Creamsicle’s cover was blown, it was of no use hiding her anymore. Her tail beckoned Creamsicle to come to her side, where she could be at least a little more warm.

If it had been a grown cat, she could have just sent the healer on his way, but Cotton had a soft spot for kits. Even imagining one of her own kits dog bitten and sick nearly made her quake with emotion. She glanced at Creamsicle and her pleading gaze, her brown fur prickling at the thought of the kit getting injured. Cotton took in another deep breath, nearly coughing at the chilled air’s icy stab.

“Lucky for you, I do know where a patch of lungwort grows,” Cotton began cautiously in her rasping tones. While she was no healer, she knew a few herbs and their locations, all thanks to a certain healer who used to come and help treat her kits when they were sick. Cotton turned to the right to look across the moor. It wasn’t far from the where they had been originally headed. “And I'll show you on the condition that you owe me one.” Her calculating yellow gaze slid back to the grey tom. “I’m sure you don’t have the time to inspect two healthy cats when a kit’s life is at stake.”

“Come along, Creamsicle. Stay close,” Cotton meowed shortly before starting to pad down the right side of the hill. “You too, healer. Though I recommend you keep your distance and stay within sight.” Despite her words, it was clear they were not just a recommendation. Even at a distance, she made sure to stay between the cream-coloured kit and the grey tom.

(Could write more, but I’ll leave it at that. ^^)
(Whispering: Sounds good to me! I bet he would’ve been so cute as a kit. I wonder if Cotton ever spotted him.)

Flame
Location: Twolegplace
With: Wila (Feathertalon)

“Yeah, the snow’s gonna be nice and crusty so it shouldn’t be too hard to walk on it.”, Flame said. “Shadow said it was the other day when he went out that way looking for birds.”

“Besides, the wind blows out there. There might be drifts, but for the most part it’s a thin layer of snow.”, he said.

The snow had been pretty dry the last few days, the kind that dusted a cat’s coat rather than weighed it down. And the perfect kind to get blown around by winds and not let to cover the moor completely.

He purred at her enthusiasm to go still, following her up and over her garden fence, and towards the edge of the forest.

“Shadow says the best way to get there is to just walk along the fence until we get to the river, then follow the river down to the crossing tree.”, he said, keeping pace easily with Wila.

He’d definitely gotten more adventurous having someone to join him on his adventures, and to have someone to talk to and pass the time.

They’d talked at length about their kithoods, how they’d ended up with their current housefolk. About their favorite kinds of housefolk food, and now their favorite freshkill. About friends they’d made and who the other should meet and why.

Talking with Wila never got boring, and they always had something to say to each other.

“Yeah, I can’t remember her name. She’s a forest cat. She gave him shelter when that big storm hit, let him stay with her. He’s been going over every few days now.”, he said. “Says she’s good company.”

very sorry I wasn't on much today - I was bed ridden most of the day :c
hoping to wake up with enough time before work to get replies up
I believe I owe one for Milo, Honey, Kuta and Dew by now, right? If I missed any just let me know!