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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 18:33:56 GMT -5
updated my forms! tweaked a few personality traits i didn't feel resonated, and added in the refs for simon and poppy! (also, i mistakenly put that poppy is seal-point when i meant lynx point x.x @ feath)
other than that, replies will be up today! and i've got other charries open if anyone wants to start anymore scenes <3
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2024 19:47:30 GMT -5
I’ll edit Poppys form on the front when I’ve got my laptop back tomorrow! c:
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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 19:51:58 GMT -5
^^ also, i missed the percy adopting poppy comment
and i love it
now i'm excited to see them interact
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2024 19:55:04 GMT -5
He has already decided that she will be his daughter and nothing will stop him
He may not be the greatest dad when it comes to seriousness but he’s at least a fun dad 😌
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Post by soot on Aug 13, 2024 20:15:59 GMT -5
I adore how many random adoptive parents there are in this)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 13, 2024 20:28:16 GMT -5
This roleplay is actually just us roleplaying out adoptive parents and nothing else
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Post by soot on Aug 13, 2024 21:40:03 GMT -5
Did someone mention otherwise? 0.0
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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 22:26:34 GMT -5
Smoke released a breath of air as if he hadn’t allowed himself to breathe until the molly had come to her decision. Or maybe he hadn’t breathed nor allowed himself to in fear that she would say no. But he was warmed- unfortunately not physically - with relief, his anxiety immediately dissolving.
“Oh, thank StarClan!” He exclaimed with a sigh, giving his pelt a shake before making his way up the hill, despite the ticked she-cat’s warnings. Would she be so prickly the entire time? Smoke was aware of the troubles that accompanied leafbare. Empty bellies made for short tempers. He was no stranger to how rogues and loners could be when deprived of resources. He, himself, was deprived of resources, hence this whole ordeal.
Now that he was nearer, he got a better view of the two mollies; the older tabby, old, he could sense the weariness beneath her wary stance toward him. Her pelt borne the marks of a harsh life, Smoke sympathized with her, wondering what kind of life had been dealt to her. But the story he found in her amber eyes was… strangely familiar. He had seen them before; round but guarded. Full of age and unbeknownst wisdom. Since a tiny kit, Smoke had been intrigued by the story one could find by searching the depths of their oculars.
Stay in the den. That means you too, Smoke, his mother would growl sternly whenever new patients arrived at their home. And stay in the den he did, somewhat. Grateful for his smudged gray and black kit fur, Smoke would creep after his mother, making sure to keep to the shadows. And rearing up onto his hindlegs just enough to peer into the clearing. That was when he discovered he could read a cat through its eyes. He knew when a cat was in pain, when they were sick, or when they were tired. If they were content, or sad. If they were exhausted or full of energy. If their life had been tragic or if they were strangers to that of loss and pain. There were always stories in just one look. And something about this molly’s eyes reminded him of things he learned from strangers during his kithood. Could she have been one of his mother’s patients from long ago? He couldn’t ask here, now. Not when she was already on edge. Or when this mission was timed, and finding the lungwort was too important to risk.
The younger cat, however, was small and youthful. Her cream and ginger fur just to the stage of losing its kit softness, into its thick, glossy adult coat. Her pale blue eyes round, curious, but hesitant. She knew tragedy. Great loss was within this kit. No wonder they found each other. He was sure by now, the old molly was not this she-cat’s mother. They were bonded through fate.
“Well, aren’t you a cute little daisy,” He purred amiably, refraining from flicking her with his tail or touching his nose to her pelt as he usually would- he did not want to upset her caretaker. “I’m Smoke. It’s very nice to meet you both. I can’t thank you enough for helping me.”
"But it is rather cold just standing about," The gray tom kneaded his paws- he was convinced they were frozen now. A light chuckle escaped him as he returned his gaze to the older of the two, "Lead the way, please."
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There were always things to do on the farm.
There was always the risk of a mangy fox trying its luck, crazed with hunger. Or a pack of coyotes slyly tricking the dogs into one of their cruel tricksl. A stray cat intruding, unbeknownst to the rules the farm cats live by. One did not just simply hunt the chickens and birds the farmer kept on his land. And there was also the new threat, the new rule Alice had declared a priority. A certain cat was prohibited from entering at all costs.
Leo shared his sympathy with Simon, something he rarely did. Alice was a strongheaded molly, and no cat wanted to face her wrath. She held grudges like that of a crow, who never forgot the face of one who wronged them. Or a cat who failed to kill it quickly. Leo had admired the wiry tom during his time at the barn. He was strong and dominant, qualities that mattered in a tomcat. Qualities only attractive in the tomcat. If age hadn't already separated them, Alice's authoritative nature was enough to make Leo's interest dwindle into the abyss. Despite the ginger tom's thoughts of the tortoiseshell queen, he never wanted to be on her bad side. He may have been opinionated, but he knew when it was best to keep one's thoughts to himself.
Besides, the barn was full enough as is. Simon had been banished, but his presence would never be wiped completely clean. Not with his kits making their entrance into the farm cats' lives. Alice didn't let anyone near them for too long, unless it was Wonder or Bo. A dog of all the creatures! As if Leo would ever think of harming her precious kittens. Good riddance, I say. The further they stay away from me, the better.
The long-furred tom leaped down from his perch high up in the hay where he could see out of the barn doors. He arched his spine in a stretch, shaking each leg in turn. It was easier for stiffness to settle in thanks to the cold. But he was lucky to have a thick coat made to combat cold. He didn't suffer as much as his barnmates might have.
As if on cue, a tabby shape darted up beside him. Instantly, his thoughts melted into warmth, purring as her warm scent washed over him. Drinking in its sweetness. Laika was the most important cat here. Far more important than some drama involving some stray's kits.
Laika listened to him. She listened and she never had any critique to offer him(not that he would listen anyway). Not to mention, her undeniable beauty. She put any she-cat to shame. When she was around, Leo saw no one else. There was no one else. Only Laika. His Laika. One day they would have a family, not like the mess Alice had with Leo. But a functional family. Laika mothering their kits, and Leo teaching them the necessities to being a true cat.
"And I reckon' you think I have the cure?" He teased, flicking his bobbed tail and giving his chest fur a nonchalant lick. The playfulness in his orange eyes the only giveaway that he was only joking. "Then who will keep me warm?"
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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 22:45:27 GMT -5
Gray Sky
moorlands with Kuta Myst
Perhaps he had spent too long alone, trekking through the mountains. That or maybe this cat was just too friendly. Overly friendly if possible. Gray Sky blinked at all the words coming from the tabby cat, taking a moment to let them all process. Had he made the right decision in indulging in Kuta's shenanigans? He was beginning to regret choosing to converse with him. A simple hiss and threats would have worked just fine. Maybe it wasn't too late.
Why would any cat be happy to see Gray Sky? He was never happy to see any cat. In fact, he avoided it at all costs, until today.
"Your size?" What did he mean by that? Gray Sky was compact; his body hard with muscles, built for climbing and jumping at intense heights. But he did not share the same lanky build as Kuta; long-legged and lean. He could guess he was an exceptional runner. "Are all cats here not like you?" It was a strange thought. What kind of place was this where every cat came in different shapes and sizes? He thought back to the kit he had encountered a moon before. Then, he'd assumed the cat was so tiny because it was just a baby. But maybe he had been wrong.
"You don't seem like you're from around here."
Gray Sky went rigid at the comment, looking away from Kuta. Memories of standing over a ledge flashed in his mind. The young gray-and-white cat crouched frozen as he peered down into an abyss. Everything below looked like specks, and it made him feel dizzy. It is your destiny. The Elder's voice rang in his ears. He flicked them as if dismissing the old molly, forgetting that she was not there. She would never be here. Gray Sky would never have to be there again. It was for the best.
"No. I come from a long way away." He replied curtly, pawing at the snow, wishing now that he had attacked this cat instead of speaking with him. But something was inviting, and unsettling, about his energy. Something in his wide, amber eyes made Gray Sky give in. But they were getting nowhere if Kuta only wanted to know of his past. They didn't even know each other.
"What do you want from me?"
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Post by soot on Aug 13, 2024 22:53:27 GMT -5
I'm having a hard time resisting making a younger sibling to someone ;-;
I'm kind of thinking a little spitfire who's also a devote little sibling, sort of Cloudtail-ish? Perhaps?
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Post by whispering on Aug 13, 2024 22:57:06 GMT -5
im an enabler so ofc i say do it
i feel like a serious/semi serious cat could work
of mine… the most serious cat is lotus xD
or we could do Simon but i think it would be more of an adopted sibling since his parents were already so old when he was kitted
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Post by soot on Aug 13, 2024 23:00:56 GMT -5
I am one who listens happily to fellow enablers:3
Ohh yes! Something like that. An adopted sibling of Simon's who maybe ends up leaving to join the clans? What's Lotus like?
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Post by soot on Aug 13, 2024 23:05:30 GMT -5
I suppose I could also do sibling that's adopted in the future? A young loner who joins the clan, and as this rp goes, get's adopted by an older sibling
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 11:09:31 GMT -5
PUMAHEART — with edwina ( soot) The leopard among cats. What remained of the cinders. The fire that strengthens the smoke. Three cats prophesied to make their way into the cavern that Pumaheart had called home. That Pumaheart’s predecessors had called home. Three cats had arrived. She had spoken with the leopard, the smoke, and the fire. But a fourth was to be expected. A fourth that was soon to arrive. It was the reason for why Pumaheart had yet to leave the cave. It was why she had sent Kuta, Smoke, and Percy out to find other cats willing to be part of a newly formed group of cats, willing to be part of a Clan. How foolish she would be if she were to set out and leave the cave abandoned when she knew another cat destined to heal the Clans would soon be arriving. And so she waited. She waited and prayed to StarClan that the fourth would soon arrive. A moon had passed since she had last spoken with Kuta, Smoke, and Percy. Often she found herself wondering how they were holding up, wondering if they had found any cats willing to help restart the Clans. Surely they would return soon enough with news. And surely soon Pumaheart herself could join them and help establish the Clans that her family had held so near and dear to their hearts. Two Clans. One in the moor and one in the forest. Ether and Sylvan. A long road lay ahead of them, but Pumaheart was willing to walk it. A familiar sensation prickled the fur along Pumaheart’s back. A whispering voice floated among the cavern she called home, an ancient warrior supplying hushed promises in her ears. The fourth was near. The fourth had arrived at last. Pumaheart pushed herself to her paws, large form stretching languidly as she rose. Her eyes scanned the area in which she called home, mentally sorting everything. No stone was upturned, no piece of moss astray. Everything was as it should be, everything was coming together now that the fourth had arrived. Steady paws carried her forward. Head and tail high she walked with a level-headed confidence and an aloof determination. Her parents before her, their parents before them, and so forth, had waited for this moment. This moment could have happened at any given generation, whether it be Pumaheart’s parents or Pumaheart’s kits once she had a litter, but this moment had happened during her guardianship. Pumaheart had been the chosen one, and she was not going to fail her job. Her task given to her by StarClan themselves. It only took her a few minutes to make it to the cave entrance. Watery light filtered in from outside, neither bright nor warm. The sky was decorated with thick gray clouds, a sign that more snow was on the way. A rather harsh leaf-bare this was, but perhaps this weather would incline more cats to come together in hopes of survival. The wind was sharp and cold, but with it came the fresh scent of cat. Pumaheart’s ears perked forward. Against the shimmering snow that covered the land was a lumbering figure, sleek and slender in physique yet appearing unsteady on their paws. Weak from traveling Pumaheart assumed. Her heart beat with sympathy. She padded a little further, standing tall, a looming presence even underneath the shadow of the mountains. ”The healer of the gardens, your arrival is welcomed. Please, rest here.” There was no doubt in Pumaheart’s mind that this was the promised fourth cat. This was the young cat with a mind for herbs and remedies, a cat much like Smoke but with more wind underneath her paws. A medicine cat the masked molly was, an herbal herald of Clans newly reformed.
SOLOMON — with white rapid & stony pool ( asrise) It wasn’t worth a fight. Solomon had no reason to raise his claws other than to prove a point. Mountains loomed nearby, the terrain rocky and barren of everything but snow. He would find no prey nearby, and all that awaited him ahead would be danger. Yet if he turned his back on these cats there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t pounce on him the second he took his eyes off them. They were already hostile, and while they too appeared underfed due to the conditions of winter, Solomon knew he had little chance of winning. Receiving wounds and injuries now would be hare-brained of him. Healing herbs were scarce in this weather and it was never a guarantee that he’d find a healer. He knew of one that resided in the woods he reluctantly called home now, but Solomon would prefer that he didn’t have to pay the forest healer a visit. His guard dropped for a moment. Surprise rounded his eyes, pupils no longer narrowed into slits. A burrow of mice? Had he not scented fresh prey in so long that his nose had forgotten what the smell of mice was? Or had the mountain snow covered the scent so well that Solomon had sauntered right past it? Or perhaps this was all some trick. These cats wanted him to lower his guard and play nice. They wanted to distract him so that they could get even more of an upper paw than they already had. Well, unfortunately for them, Solomon was not one to fall for such tricks. Even if his stomach twisted over itself at the thought of fresh mice, Solomon knew better than to trust these two odd cats. Slowly, carefully, he took a step back, eyes still glued to the two other cats. Solomon flashed his fangs toward them, a silent warning, a low threat. Even if there was food he would not share with them. They’d pull the game of wanting him to eventually return the favor, and Solomon was not one to be in the debt of others. ”I can catch my own prey,” he hissed, glaring between the two. Hunger scratched at his stomach. Solomon flattened his ears tighter against his cranium. Turning down a fresh meal in this weather was insanity, but so was trusting two strangers that were clearly willing to rip into his flesh given the chance.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 11:10:55 GMT -5
WILA — with flame ( runningsky123) Wila knew exactly what it was like to be fond of a cat but have no romantic feelings toward them. She was quick to say she was fond of Chai despite his traditionalist views and constant pushing to become mates and have kits, but the fondness she felt for him did not translate into romantic urges. He was a friend, nothing more. And he was only there for the twolegs to continue their long line of purebred Burmese cats, and while Wila wished she could fall into tradition and do as she was expected, she just couldn’t. She couldn’t be that cat who bore a litter for a tom she didn’t love. She couldn’t be that cat who lived her life based on what was expected from her and not based on what she wanted. Her heart was too strong for that, her need to be independent too much. If she were to fall in love it would be on her own terms. If she had kits it would be with a cat she loved. Wila risked a look toward Flame. She had only known him for a moon but she was beyond thankful to have him in her life. He was kind, he listened to her endlessly complain about her life, and he gave her an escape. He was her sanity in a life of chaos. Warmth tickled her ears despite the chill in the air. Was she a breath of fresh air to him just as he was to her? These thoughts had run through her mind for some time now. Since the first butterfly had danced inside her stomach she had wondered these things. She questioned if she was going too fast with it all. Did she truly have feelings for Flame or was she simply fawning over the first tom who showed her an ounce of respect? Wila didn’t think it was that. She hoped it wasn’t that. She wanted to ask, wanted to know how Flame felt about her, but she held her tongue. For as open as she was about her feelings, Wila found herself unable to speak these thoughts aloud to Flame, partially scared he wouldn’t return these feelings, partially worried he’d think she was using him as a way to anger Chai. That was the last thing Wila wanted. Dogs lurching toward the fence brought Wila out of her reverie. Unfazed by the presence of dogs, the brown coated molly simply ignored the canines who were all bark and no bite. She continued down the fenceline, watching as twoleg dens turned to sparse undergrowth which turned to bare-branched trees. The stream was just up ahead, not much further. Despite the proximity of their first obstacle, Wila couldn’t stand the silence between the two. Especially not after her teasing comments about Shadow finding a mate. Especially not after her heart-racing thoughts about Flame. ”Flame,” she started tentatively, not sure what exactly she wanted to ask him. There was always the question about the moor or if he had ever caught a rabbit before, but those questions felt so shallow, so small. Wila wanted to learn more about Flame, wanted to get to know him on a deeper, personal level. She only knew so much about him when it felt like he knew so much about her already. She needed to level the playing field. Needed to let him share with her the way she shared with him. And then it came to her. It was … a random question, but still a chance for him to open up more. A chance for Wila to show Flame that she wanted to get to know him better than she already did. ”What were your parents like? Do you have any littermates?” Random, yes, but questions she didn’t have answers to yet. Flame knew some about her home life and vague familial drama, but Wila didn’t know much about Flame’s. And it was time she sat back, gave him the spotlight, and let him talk about himself.
PERCY — with frazzle ( Light) Oh stars, Percy knew he would have a time and a half with this cream and white tom if he wasn’t nursing a painful ringing in-between his ears. The worst of it had faded, but a lingering chime remained, just enough to keep Percy down and unable to reach his full potential. He managed a chuckle, a quick snip of laughter that didn’t last too long. Green eyes looked directly into amber, a lopsided grin managing to make its way across Percy’s face. The ringing eased a bit more. ”I wish I could say my heroic tale was that epic, but alas,” he sighed and shook his head, mock shame dimming his visage, pushing away the light that had just sparked his green eyes, lowering the grin that had pulled his cheeks upward. Percy cast his eyes downward as if embarrassed by the truth of it all. As if he were going to tell nothing but the truth. Percy was known to embellish a tale when he was given the chance. Percy raised himself upward, head tilting back toward the younger tom. His shoulder rolled smoothly underneath his pelt as he reached a front paw out, laying it over the other tom’s shoulder. This was a tale that required attention. ”I was traveling along a treacherous trail of snow and ice. Most days I’m immune to such weather, able to keep myself warm without a problem! But this morning… Oh!” Percy shuddered in a dramatic effect, puffing his tail out and curling his whiskers inward. ”I persevered. You see, I’m on the lookout for prey. I have two other cats relying on me, and there’s no way I can let them down.” Smoke needed food to keep his strength up so that he could tend to Poppy, and if Poppy was conscious enough to eat she for sure needed something in her system so that she could fight off her illness and infection. The young molly was in bad shape. Smoke worried over her. Percy even worried. They both wanted to see her pull through despite the odds that were stacked against her. Now wasn’t the time to worry over Poppy’s condition. Well, it was always time to worry about the young molly, but Percy had a new friend to entertain. And perhaps this new friend could tell him where fresh food was. Though if twoleg kill was the only food around, then it was better than nothing. ”I was pushing through snow when all of a sudden I heard a desperate cry for help. I took off as quick as I could, a bolt of lightning streaking across the land! I ran straight over, crashing into this twoleg bin to knock it over and save your life. But my heroic deed has left a ringing in my head. It’s going away, but this star still needs a minute.” Percy lowered his head and drew his tongue a few times across his chest fur. He was not ashamed or embarrassed, but he needed a moment to refill his lungs and calm the noise inside his head. After a moment he managed to lift his head back up, lips curling back up into that signature lopsided smile of his. ”Frazzle, eh? It’s nice to meet ya, Frazzle.” Feeling steady now he eased himself into a standing position. He’d be able to walk now. ”How about this, you tell me your harrowing story while we search for food. There’s probably not enough in those twoleg scraps,” he mewed as he gestured toward the pile that had tumbled out along with Frazzle. It didn’t look like there was a whole lot, and many a time a twoleg’s fresh-kill pile was decorated with inedible scraps for some odd reason. They’d be lucky to find enough food to fill both their stomachs, let alone enough for Percy to bring back to Smoke and Poppy.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 11:13:20 GMT -5
LAIKA — with leo ( whispering) The barn was comfort and it was home. The barn nurtured warmth and hospitality, a haven for all who ventured inside. But for Laika a majority of that warmth and comfort came from one specific cat, a particular orange tomcat that she was currently leaned up against, drawing in his scent of sweet summer hay and fresh grain from the human fields. Leo. The lion of the barnyard. The mighty warrior who patrolled the lands and kept the rolling fields of crops safe, the swift-footed hunter who could find any mouse and take it down with a quick bite. He was security. He was a provider. He was everything that Laika wasn’t. Leo was a lion. Laika was a dove. Leo was a provider, Laika was a dreamer. Her head in the clouds and her eyes full of stars, the young molly dreamed of exploration and adventure. Her paws tingled with the urge to get out and discover what the wide world had to offer, but she remained grounded here at the barn. She remained among the cats who gave her a home and protected her. Laika remained at Leo’s side, sticking to the ginger tom who she knew would always keep her safe and well fed. If she knew she could survive out in the world on her own then she may very well leave to explore, but for all the tabby’s faults, she knew she would never make it on her own. A clumsy hunter and an even worse fighter, Laika was not meant to be a lone traveler. She belonged with a group. She belonged with Leo. A purr thrummed deep in the molly’s throat as she pressed close to the ginger tom, pulling only her face away from his thick pelt. ”Of course you have the cure,” she chimed, amber eyes round and alight with devoted admiration. Oftentimes she wondered if Leo noticed just how fond Laika was of him, yet oftentimes she wondered if she was even a good fit for Leo. He was so strong and capable, while she was so spacey and uncoordinated. What would a lion like him see in a dove like herself? She was a mere bird with the inability to fly. She’d pull him down. She’d tarnish what he was capable of. Yet she stayed with him. Laika was too weak to leave his side even if she knew it would be better for Leo. A ribbon of chilled air passed over Laika’s flank. A shiver rippled her pelt. ”Maybe we can keep each other warm,” the tabby suggested meekly, chest fluttering as butterflies began to spread their wings. Her pelt wasn’t as thick as Leo’s but winter had layered more fur onto her body than what was usual. Maybe it would be enough to help keep Leo warm so long as he helped her keep warm as well.
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 13:23:04 GMT -5
Nobody asked but this is the video I’m using to learn how to write Milo’s (and a little of Bo’s) accent
Honestly it was surprisingly educational? And I’ve learned I like the break down of accents
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Post by soot on Aug 14, 2024 13:28:09 GMT -5
Just have to say, I adore the effort you're putting in for this. And I will gladly watch this cause I love language/writing stuff ;-;
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 13:35:29 GMT -5
Me, from the deep south, watching people learn how to write the dialect
I couldn’t write it either but
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Post by asrise on Aug 14, 2024 13:41:25 GMT -5
White Rapid - At the foot of the mountain with Stony Pool and Solomon (Feathertalon )“I can catch my own prey,” The tom hissed back at them. Obviously he didn’t trust them. “Yeah, I thought so, you ungrateful rat.” White Rapid sneered. “Too bad, I guess that means more for us!” She hopped off the rock almost gleefully and stalked off further into the forest with Stony Pool. “So, that burrow story was real, wasn’t it?” She mewed in a whisper. The grey tom nodded slowly. “I knew it. You’re such a bleeding heart, it’s not like every cat wants to be your friend.”White Rapid looked behind her. Maybe that tom will change his mind. I guess it might have been good to have a friend here. But that thought was cleared away at the sight of fresh-kill. Five scrawny mice, three not fully grown, were buried under a log by Stony Pool. Her eyes twinkled. When was the last time I’d seen such a feast?! She hungrily tore into one, savouring the taste of fresh flesh on her tongue. It wasn’t long before she lay about, full and happy. “You know, Stony Pool… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m stuffed.”Stony Pool - At the foot of the mountains in the forest near the river with White Rapid (Open for interaction)
After a nap, Stony Pool and White Rapid had decided to explore. Everything seems brighter and easier with food in the belly, he thought, following White Rapid’s lead as they moved closer to the sound of rushing water. The massive stream we saw earlier. I wonder if it’s mostly frozen over. The forest here was so unfamiliar. Back home in the valley, there had been a little more life than most of the mountains, but here there were tracks and smells and plants that he’d never even recognized. And it’s still leaf-bare. What would this place look like when the snow melted?But he couldn’t think of the valley anymore. Stony Pool was prepared to live here, even if it was unfamiliar. When they got to the river, they found it mostly covered in ice, though a thin strip of running water remained, carving its way through the landscape. He prodded the ice with a paw. It looked stable. He sat in the snow, looking out at the river. Nothing seemed to be stirring around here, but that was best for him. After the encounter we had earlier, I’m not sure I want to meet more of the cats that live here.OOC: These two are now open for interaction again!
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2024 13:41:59 GMT -5
as someone also living in the south, i just make leo say shit that i or ppl around me would say xD
but i dont want it to be too overbearing on yall, like purdy level of country, so its harder to find that neutral ground
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 13:47:25 GMT -5
I commit hard to gain maximum fun out of writing
I’m ngl I haven’t fully thought out exactly how I’m gonna write it but what I do know is that somebody will say dawg at least once as long as I’m here
But it's definitely nice to get a better audio reference in my head, causeeee I'm from jersey so I don't hear it often
begging yall to call me out if it's overbearing or corny tho pls ;-;
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Post by soot on Aug 14, 2024 13:50:23 GMT -5
Edwina
The Mountains/Pumaheart’s Cave -|- With Pumaheart (Feathertalon ) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edwina carried herself tiredly forward, pushing on with the determination to.. Simply find out if the internal conflict she’s been having was for a reason. Or not. Her tail up behind her trying to keep her steady as cold, aching paws land on the rocky terrain surrounding the base of these tall, steady mountains.It felt like she had to come here. Like someone was waiting for her. The Puma perhaps? That’s all she could think. But it’s-.. It’s almost as if there was a whisper. Of excitement. Buzzing in her ears like a fly, round and round, waiting and waiting until it finally got her attention.And get her attention it did.The steady- mountainous eyes. The Puma? Edwina’s blue eyes widened when they met, her heart pausing a beat- but still.. Slow and steady. Like her body knew not to be afraid of this large, intimidating cat.Edwina was equally as confused at the title- that seemed to fit so well, the inkling of curiosity and questioning fading since it simply.. Fit.She flicked her tail, keeping balance on shaky, exhausted legs, eyes still wide. Edwina- well, she felt a bit dumb doing this, but.. It feels- seems- is-? So likely. It all fits together too well.“Are you.. The Puma?” She mews, with a chatter following along with it. Edwina almost forgets the offer of rest and respite, and the welcome. Trying to shift her body language to be more polite, ears perked, and head tilted.
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2024 13:56:06 GMT -5
yes we’ll be giving a weekly scoring on your portrayal of southern speakers but i think you do a good job so far! i’ve head cannoned poppy of having an eastern accent xp asrise hmmm what interests you? we’ve got 2 litters open(i think Light soot?) and we’re always open to having new recruits! etherclan will be having trouble with farmcats when they settle into their territory, and sylvanclan will have trouble with the twolegplace cats as they struggle to fully adjust and commit to clan life! |
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Post by soot on Aug 14, 2024 14:07:25 GMT -5
(For Caci and Arti's litter, we have characters planned ^^ But I could go ahead and ask and see if any more would be alright?)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 14:09:53 GMT -5
There’s room for more kits in Alice’s litter if that interests you! I don’t think her litter was large so three would probably be the max
But I have all my other characters who are open for a lot - siblings, friends, crushes/mates, enemies, etc
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Post by soot on Aug 14, 2024 14:15:43 GMT -5
^ Same for mine, a few are open to siblings/friends so on.
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 14:24:04 GMT -5
some of mine are also open for sibling/friend/really any relations if I'm being honest c:
I believe of mine that Vixen is the only one not open for siblings due to preexisting circumstances
I will receive the grade I deserve
ahhhh thank you!!
also I feel like an eastern accent is super fitting for poppy and I can't explain why
it just seems correct
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