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Post by soot on Aug 14, 2024 19:35:41 GMT -5
Same! I'm very hyped to see everything play out ^^
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 19:43:01 GMT -5
FEATH YOUR MIND I actually love that because Honey isn't really one for like rules and being told what to do - I feel like she would join EtherClan just because she sticks out less like a sore thumb in the moor pelt wise, but over time finds that she just really doesn't jive with the way they do things, and the barn moving more like a group of cats that happen to live in the same spot rather than a purposeful group would definitely appeal more to her I think her endangering the clan could definitely come from, at that point, refusing to acknowledge the barn cats as a threat, and maybe even going as far as giving the clan false information on goings-on because she's making a horrible attempt to keep fighting down, or even possibly a slip of the tongue with Alice or around other barn cats (cats like Leo) that could giveway to ambushes on EtherClan Plus when other cats learn that she's all buddy buddy with some of the barn cats, no less the leader of them, I can't imagine that would sit to well with anyone ANYWAY I love me a good enemies to lovers so I'm big down for this runningsky123 Big down to do a scene with them meeting Alecto! I've lowkey been super excited to write anything for her c: she's gonna be a little energy ball oh man this is going to be so fun to play around with i wonder if maybe Honey ends up playing a huge role during the whole Leo/Laika/EtherClan kit drama, like maybe Honey does or says something that really rouses the tension and it's enough that she either finally decides to leave EtherClan, or she gets exiled (if Kuta would be willing to exile a cat since that's his Clan) by then Alice would be friendly enough with Honey to give her sanctuary within the barn, plus Alice would probably be a bit dampened in spirits since the big, final battle over the kits will end in Laika's death since I feel like she'll survive the kitting, but she ends up tragically dying in the final battle over her litter |
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2024 19:48:38 GMT -5
Laika was like a white rose in an orchard of reds. She stood out. A cat like Leo could have easily overlooked her lack of crimson. But the innocence in her green eyes was tempting. They were pleading, begging to be taken care of. It was almost pathetic. She was completely vulnerable. Useless. Every barncat could be a ratter or a mouser, making sure the farmer's crops were free of critters, and that their lands remained untouched by outsiders. Not that Laika was very exceptional at those skills.
If things were Leo's way, they wouldn't have useless cats living in the barn. Loungers. Free-loaders. Like Alice's kin and her friends who came and went as they pleased.
If Laika hadn't been there, his fur would have bristled and his claws would have driven themselves into the hay. But the last thing he wanted was to unsettle her. It was so easy to get her into her head. If it weren't for her beauty and gentleness, she would be one of the first cats Leo drove out during his leadership reign. But he was not their leader. And he wouldn't be any time soon. Leo was young and ambitious with very strong opinions. Some cats may have thought them dangerous traits in a young tom. The day he held reign over the farm would surely be a nightmare for its inhabitants.
Warmth. That's what he needed to be focusing on. His dear damsel was cold. He had to tend to her needs. "Silly chicken, as long as you're around, I'm always warm." He purred, giving the top of her head a swift lick. Then his amber eyes lit up as an idea came to mind. "Hmm, maybe we could put you to work and get your blood flowin'." He was sure the tabby and white molly would have preferred they kept close. Snuggled up and sharing their warmth in a secluded corner. Yes, in a perfect world, maybe the ginger-furred tom would have allowed it. But there was still daylight, and since they couldn't do much work outside, it wouldn't hurt to practice indoors.
"I'm sure there's mice away from all the racket." He flashed a disdainful look toward the chattering barncats in the heart of the barn. He couldn't blame them- there was no rule that said they couldn't chat. It was a matter of if they should. One snowfall and everyone takes the day off. His bobbed tail twitched mildly before he gently nudged Laika toward a corner of the barn.
Here, the hay was stacked tall. Little light reached this corner and he had to swipe his tongue over his pink nose to adjust to the dusty air. But just as he'd predicted, the warm scent of mice came from deep within the stacks of dried grass. Neatly, he leaped up onto a stack of unused equipment the farm kept in the corner. Why he left his clutter around, Leo would never understand. "Alright, Laika dear, let me see you mouse." He could see perfectly from his perch. He would be able to see and critique her skill, tell her where she could improve. There was a lot of improvement based on what he had seen so far.
Sure, he loved Laika for her looks and her virtues, but she needed to be strong. What if something happened to him? Who would bestow courage and skill on their kits? What would they learn? To be kind. Nonsense. His kits would not be weak. They would learn to fend for themselves and defend their home just as their father did. He wouldn't rest until all of his family had what it took to fit his standards.
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Nimbus snorted, this kittypet was sure dumb. He puffed out his skinny chest and wore a triumphant expression on his face. "Well, not all the snow. But true wildcats claim their own land!"
"It's to make sure nobody oversteps, and stuff." He added, matter-of-factly, "You would know that if you were a wildcat." The young Bengal had to stifle a purr of contentment. Deceiving this orange tom was far better than playing in the snow. Well, almost better. He may have been pleased with himself for tricking this kittypet, but he would have been just as pleased if he'd got to play and explore alone. What if the kittypet attracted a real stray? With vicious, sharp claws and jagged, yellow teeth? A flash of fear gnawed at him and made his heart skip a beat. But he swallowed it down. He had to save face in front of this stray.
"I'm King Nimbus." He trotted ahead of the orange cat with his head and tail held high. "I rule this part of the forest."
"Who are you to ask?"
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 14, 2024 20:01:39 GMT -5
Myst sweet! I can get a starter up later! And lol she and Spark are just gonna be running circles around poor Bo XD
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 20:14:19 GMT -5
Kuta would have to be pushed to exile a cat, unless they did something wildly heinous, then he'd do it himself though he'd be heartbroken about it I can very much see Honey playing a part in the Leo/Laika/Clan kit drama I'm just not super sure on what. Depending on exactly where that plot could be going, Honey may very well sympathize with Leo (to a short extent) because she herself deeply values family and maybe she like. Sneaks him in to the camp under the pretenses that he just wants to see his kits (mayhaps the actual goal is to steal them back? whispering thoughts??) If it's something like the above, if Kuta isn't convinced to exile her the backlash would absolutely be enough for Honey to leave on her own also OOP not Laika dying for her kits o: runningsky123 yippeeeeee I'm very excited c: Bo will be happy but also internally exhausted by them lmao I imagine Alecto to be very... headstrong, and she'll likely need a lot of corrections due to bad habits/manners she picked up at her previous farm
also I'm working on replies! Typing up Kuta now and then I should be able to post everyone I owe o: I believe it's Milo, Honey, and Kuta right now correct? |
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Post by asrise on Aug 14, 2024 20:20:33 GMT -5
Kite - Barn with Alice, Finch and Amber (Feathertalon , ivypool4life )Kite rubbed his eyes, testing out his paws one at a time as he woke. He was bored. Alice hadn’t let him out of the barn when he was younger, and now it was ‘too cold’. He tumbled out of the nest, stepping over his littermate Amber climbing up a stack of hay. He was already up pretty high, and he could see most of the barn from here. But I wanna get up there… he thought, looking at the loft. The little tom spied a way up between piles of hay and got to climbing, hopping up and up… he’d nearly made it there when he turned around to look back down at Alice, who was sleeping. “Hey, look at me! Look at me, Alice! I’m going to the loft!” Kite called out loudly, hoping she’d praise him for being so smart in finding a way up there. Vanilla - Twolegplace with Magpie (whispering )
Vanilla squeezed through the cat flap of her housefolk’s home, shivering slightly at the feeling of the cold snow on her paw. The garden sure is a bit less fun at times like this… She sighed. Maybe there wasn’t anything to chase here, but if she could get over the fence, she could have a real adventure. And hopefully be back in time for dinner, too. She licked her lips. The cream molly wiggled on her haunches then jumped right up onto the fence, her back paws scrabbling a bit before pulling herself up. It’s a good thing it’s not icy up here, she reflected, trotting along the tops of fences, passing by the gardens of the neighbouring houses. No other cat seemed to be out there right now, though she saw a few dogs in the windows, listening to their muffled barks. Not bothering to dwell on them, she came to the end of the fence. Below, there was a dead end road and beyond that, the forest. Sitting on the fencepost, Vanilla noticed a black and white molly near the edge of the road. Finally, a new cat to meet! I’ve never seen them before… She purred to herself. Maybe she was one of those fierce forest cats! Actually, that could be pretty scary… But still, she perked up and found her voice. “Hello!” She mewed, then jumped off the fence post and repeated herself louder when the molly didn’t seem to notice. “Hey, I haven’t seen you before… What’s your name? Where do you come from? Are you one of those cats without housefolk? Oh- I’m Vanilla, by the way.” Her fur fluffed up in embarrassment at asking so many questions.
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 20:55:42 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Place | With Zinnia - soot To say it was cold now was honestly an understatement. Judging by the sky it seemed it would snow again, refreshing the white blanket it’s only just laid out not too long ago. With any luck, it wouldn’t hold a candle to any of the storms that had come to pass thus far. He wouldn’t hold his breath, though, as the season had yet to show any remorse to those living here. Then again, how would he know? He lived in comfort with his human, sheltered from the weather whenever he so desired. What did he know of the forest’s viability?
Zinnia’s initial words on the matter didn’t necessarily help his perspective on being in the forest at a time like this, either. Angling an ear towards the other tom, he looked to the trees for a couple moments longer, trying to see what the other clearly saw. It was easy to see how it was freeing, he’d met a few cats who’d felt stifled or even trapped living the kitty pet life. There was beauty, too – he’d be the first to argue the view was best in the warmest months. Honestly, even right now the forest was a sight to behold. “I can imagine,” Milo mewed in reply, getting lost in thought for just a moment. “The cold certainly puts a damper on thin’s. But I s’pose I can see the beauty in it, even now.”
When the black cat continued, he finally pulled eyes away from the treeline and back to his companion. “Ain’t ventured far myself, but I admit, it’s temptin’,” Milo meowed. For just a moment, a single selfish moment, he thought to offer to go with the stranger. Trek the woods together. He knew better, though. While he could tell the other wasn’t necessarily comfortable, he couldn’t be sure if his own presence or the sheer cold was the cause. His ears flicked as if he was ridding himself of whatever thoughts plagued him. “Reckon I took up ‘nough of yer time, though. Better get goin’ before the snow hits. I’d like to join you sometime, if you’ll have me.” The last statement poured from his maw before he could think otherwise.
But stars, he couldn’t help it. Something was itching at him to get out there. Even if it were just a day or to. “Can see you off to the treeline if ya like – ensure safe travels and whatnot.” While still a tad selfish of him, it wasn’t inherently for himself. He was no stranger to watching the cats travel between the forest and their gardens. He’d picked up the little habit of watching who left from his fence, and perching on it at various times during the evenings and even long into the dark, watching to ensure everyone made it back.
 Kuta -- Base of the Mountains | With Gray Sky - whispering Another nod from him as the tabby echoed the sentiment. "I mean, we aren't the same size, but you're certainly larger than most I've met," he clarified. "But no - I have yet to meet a cat like myself outside of my sisters. Most are a good bit smaller than myself... and you, for that matter." It wasn't to say there weren't other large felines, just seemingly none in the area. Or at least, not that he'd seen.
This fact was all but forgotten when Gray Sky averted his gaze, leaving him with his head tilted in curiosity. Had he said something untoward? He didn't think he did. If the tabby felt otherwise, though, he'd apologize without question. No such confirmation came - just a short reply confirming that he was not, in fact, from this region. Possible transgression gone from his mind, Kuta smiled once more and meowed, "I do too - at least, I'm pretty sure I did. We could learn the area together - I've yet to see all of the moors, and I think there's another area besides the forest... Marshes? I think I've heard that a couple of times now." The term was unknown to him, but he was excited to explore it nonetheless. Simple joys of discovery had never ceased to bring wonder to his eyes.
Again a question was posed, this one seemingly more serious than the last. The tom couldn't tell if it was meant to be hostile, and the best solution in his mind was to assume that it wasn't. To him, it was just another honest question. "Oh, well, nothing I suppose." Honesty was the best policy, right? Lowering himself into a sitting position as he thought just a tad harder on his answer, he wrapped his short tail around himself though it hardly reached his front paws. "I mean, I was kind of hoping we could maybe hunt together or something? Like I said, I've not met a cat as large as you, so I thought it'd be nice. A~and, I wanted to try and talk to you again bout EtherClan, but thought it could wait until later."
His voice was nothing but sincere, as he continued. "So, I guess I want a hunting trip. Unless you don't feel up to it - I could come back later if you like." Concepts such as Gray Sky simply not wanting his company at all were completely lost on him. After all, if he felt that way, then surely he'd say the same.
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 20:57:48 GMT -5
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 After becoming old enough to be independent, she’d left her parents of her own will. They’d been happy enough for her to stay around but also didn’t fight her on leaving to make her own life. They’d sent her off from their home just a little deeper in the mountains than the base with their blessing. Every few moons she’d make the long journey back home to visit them, and they welcomed her every time. Of course, she knew those visits may come to an end soon, but that was a future problem.
With all of this in mind, Honey had grown up under the impression that this was how all wild cats lived. Their parents raised them, they learned how to survive, then moved away to live their own life. Who would want to live in a group anyhow? Groups usually came with… limits. Things you could and couldn’t do. Why give up your freedom?
When Shadow mentioned that the idea wasn’t foreign to him, her eyes widened a little as she looked to him. “Really? I didn’t realize there were that many strays around for them to be living in a group,” she mewed. Looking forward once more, she pondered on this for a moment. “Guess hunting is easier when you’re not alone. But I can’t say I’ve had to deal with rivals all too often.” She could hold her own, though. She knew that well enough.
“I don’t know – just can’t shake the way I was raised. It just doesn’t seem… worth it, I suppose. It’s one thing to stick with your family, but to be part of a group like that – I feel like it’d just cause problems.” Another pause to scent the air and refresh her markings. This ‘Clan’ business was beneath her, as far as she was concerned. She’d carved out a little home for herself, and she’d be damned if it’d be taken away before she was ready. “It’d take a whole lot to convince me to join whatever a ‘Clan’ is. What about you, though? Would you join?” She had to know his thoughts on it, especially since he lived a unique life to hers. Perhaps he had different opinions on the matter.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Aug 14, 2024 21:24:16 GMT -5
CheetoCheeto really wasn’t sure about this cat. He sure looked wild, like one of the Big Cats he’d heard about, but there was something…off. Besides, the most territorial cats he’d met so far had been other housecats. They would hiss and chase you even if you just put one paw on their fences. Frazzle certainly wasn’t territorial.
As the smaller cat passed by Cheeto to move ahead of him, Cheeto caught a whiff of a familiar smell. Twoleg. Cheeto was curious. If this cat smelled like Twoleg, surely he had to be a housecat? But then, why would he lie?
“Well, King Nimbus, my name is Cheeto.” He said, ears twitching in the cold wind.
“I wonder…” he started, trotting forward towards King Nimbus. “For a wild cat, you sure smell a lot like Twolegs!” With that, he ran ahead of King Nimbus, looking back at him with a grin across his face. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 21:24:23 GMT -5
Kuta would have to be pushed to exile a cat, unless they did something wildly heinous, then he'd do it himself though he'd be heartbroken about it I can very much see Honey playing a part in the Leo/Laika/Clan kit drama I'm just not super sure on what. Depending on exactly where that plot could be going, Honey may very well sympathize with Leo (to a short extent) because she herself deeply values family and maybe she like. Sneaks him in to the camp under the pretenses that he just wants to see his kits (mayhaps the actual goal is to steal them back? whispering thoughts??) If it's something like the above, if Kuta isn't convinced to exile her the backlash would absolutely be enough for Honey to leave on her own also OOP not Laika dying for her kits o: runningsky123 yippeeeeee I'm very excited c: Bo will be happy but also internally exhausted by them lmao I imagine Alecto to be very... headstrong, and she'll likely need a lot of corrections due to bad habits/manners she picked up at her previous farm
also I'm working on replies! Typing up Kuta now and then I should be able to post everyone I owe o: I believe it's Milo, Honey, and Kuta right now correct? yeah, i kinda figured he would be the type that would be hard pressed to exile a cat unless they did something outright awful at least by the time the final battle occurs (since i feel like there would probably be a few between the kit drama and everything), alice would have interacted with honey more and more and when it comes down to it she'll allow honey sanctuary at the barn though she will be very adamant that honey cannot have anymore contact with etherclan, and if she catches honey speaking to any etherclan cat (unless for a very, very good reason), she will take action |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 14, 2024 21:29:21 GMT -5
Pumaheart »
There was no hiding the spark of amusement that passed over the large molly’s visage.
The Puma. It was what the other three had referred to her as. StarClan knew how to speak in riddles that sounded terrifying at first, but upon discovering the truth they made sense and no longer harbored fear in the hearts of those who received their omens. Since encountering the group that would revive the Clans, Pumaheart often wondered how StarClan truly described her.
The Puma. Was she as terrifying and intimidating as the true pumas? Surely not if these cats sought her out and traveled this far to the base of the mountains. Then again, StarClan had chosen cats who held brave hearts within their chests. They may have been determined to meet this infamous Puma regardless of StarClan made her out to be frightening or not.
She dipped her head low. ”That is what StarClan calls me, yes, but you may call me Pumaheart.” Sharp amber eyes flickered back upward, landing on the form of the young pointed molly. She was lean and long, a physique that would surely match the speed of the wind that blowed through the moorland grasses and low-lying shrubs. Pumaheart was not one to assume, but she could easily see this molly stepping forward as EtherClan’s near future medicine cat.
The healer of the gardens.
Pumaheart once more motioned for the other molly to follow her as she drifted into thought. She wondered where these gardens were. There was talk of a twoleg territory toward the southern edge of the moor where they grew plants and tended to a wide variety of animals. Drawing in the air Pumaheart could catch a trace of hay and livestock coming from the healer. It very much appeared that she came from that area.
The broad molly turned to head back into her den. The wind here was brutal, nipped with ice and promising more snow. ”It’s warm in my den, and there’s prey inside.” Not much, but a few scrawny squirrels was better than nothing at all. StarClan had blessed her with the presence of prey and easy catches. ”Please tell me about your dreams and travel while you rest and eat. Any questions you have I will gladly answer as well.” And she was sure this young molly was riddled with questions; afterall, who wouldn’t have questions if they were visited by starry cats who whispered about pumas and Clans in their dreams? Pumaheart herself would question it all if roles were reversed.
Laika »
So often did she wonder if Leo felt the same about her that she felt for him. Did he look at her in awe and wonder, imaging a life in which they were together? Sure, they were together as they were barnmates, but did Leo ever imagine them being together, where she was his and he was hers? Did he sit atop the highest bale of hay and dream about a life where Laika was curled around a new litter of kits, half of them as fluffy and bobbed tailed like Leo, the other half painted in gentle tabby markings and soft fur? Her heart always fluttered at the thought, butterflies migrating from her heart to her lungs. So many emotions, so many feelings. She had thought the world of Leo for a long time, but did he think the world of her?
'Silly chicken'.
Laika melted at his nickname, purring loudly in response. She leaned into the lick he drew over the top of her head. If she could just stay like this...stay pressed against the mighty tabby and spend her day at his side. Laika would love that. She'd love being by his side, being his silly chicken.
That dream was quickly crushed. The brown and white tabby shifted uneasily on her paws at Leo's suggestion to hunt. Catching mice wasn't hard, but Laika wasn't a graceful mouser. She missed a mouse more often than she liked to admit, whether it be due to placing her paws down wrongly or slipping away into her daydreams and allowing the mouse to scurry away before it even knew a predator was mere inches away. Barn mice was so easy to catch, but Laika did not have the best track record of providing her barnmates with prey. She needed to get better though, not only for herself, but for Alice and the kits. They were three moons old now, meaning they were eating solid prey. Being part of a group meant that every cat helped one another, and Laika was determined to help Alice with her three kits - Alice was still quite protective over her brood and only allowed them to go so far within the barn, and not many cats were allowed to have full visiting rights with them, but surely Alice would appreciate the occasional mouse or two that she didn't have to catch herself.
Another reason why Laika wanted to strengthen her hunting skills was for Leo. If she was going to achieve her dream of being with him, of raising a family with him, she had to learn how to be an efficient mouser. It was why the twolegs kept so many cats around in the first place. She couldn't be a failure in their eyes and she couldn't be a failure in Leo's.
She drew in a deep breath. She steeled her nerves. If she were to achieve her dream of being with Leo then she needed to show him that she was worth it.
Slowly the young molly eased her self away from Leo. Raising her head she parted her jaws and drew in a deep breath of air, allowing the musty scents of the barn to roll over her pink tongue; familiar scents of her barnmates drifted over her, Leo's scent especially strong. She focused on him a moment longer than she probably should, shoulders relaxing and fears easing as his presence washed over her.
Broad shoulders, a strong stance, capable paws... The lion of the barn. The protector of the farmland. So long as he was with Laika she felt safe. She felt invincible. A dove perched comfortably atop the shoulder of a lion.
Focus!
Mice. She was looking for mice.
Another breath of air, another wave of feline scents splashing against her tongue. Alice, her kits, Wonder, Boz, Heather, Leo.
... Why did she need to hunt if Leo was around? He could catch a mouse without any issues. He could hunt for her and their future family while she tended to the kits and kept them safe and warm. He could return to her after a long day and they could sneak outside to watch the stars. Oh, how she longed to explore out there, how she longed to see how far the heavens stretched.
Her head in the clouds and her eyes full of stars. Laika felt as if she belonged up in the sky.
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She was awful at this concentration thing.
Laika faltered, annoyance scrunching her face, irritation rippling underneath her pelt. She couldn't live in a world where Leo had to provide everything for her. She had to do her fair share with him, with the rest of the barn cats. She had to prove that she was capable.
Ignoring all other scents as she drew in the air a third time, Laika finally managed to scope out the faintest trail of mice deep within the hay. Her ears swiveled, her tail straightening out. Misty green eyes glanced toward the stack of hay to the left of her and Leo. "Over there," she murmured quietly. The molly's mouth began to water. It wasn't until now that she realized she was actually hungry. "I'll get us both a mouse," Laika promised right before slinking away, prowling among the hay bales to find the precise location of the mice she had scented.
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 21:38:50 GMT -5
Yeah he’s just a big sweetheart
I also feel like there’d be other fights/scuffles, with Honey among a good portion of them since she’ll quickly find being in camp all the time too stuffy - she may even venture to the farm on her own a couple times before things really start to ramp up
I think she’d fully respect that wish from Alice, especially with all the bad blood she’d sown by that point. She’d want to put it all behind herself as well, so she’d absolutely do her best to immediately go no contact
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Post by whispering on Aug 14, 2024 22:12:28 GMT -5
yall i love laika😭
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Post by Myst on Aug 14, 2024 22:32:59 GMT -5
She’s such a gem it’s hard to not love her
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 15, 2024 0:38:53 GMT -5
Flame Location: Edge of Twolegplace With: Wila ( Feathertalon) Flame had been walking quietly behind Wila, just enjoying the sounds of the slight breeze through the trees and the occasional bird song when Wila called his name. He glanced up at her with a soft, questioning 'mrrp', tilting his head slightly at her question. He hadn't thought about his family in awhile. "I uh, I'm not sure what my father was like. My mother met him while she was out exploring one day, and that was pretty much it.", he said. "She was nice though. Very unsure, cause we were her first litter. I just had a brother and sister, but the three of us never really got along.", he said. "Closest I really got to a cat was Oakley, the cat my housefolk had when I got there. He was old when I got there, and he passed about a season cycle after. But he was really nice. Taught me all the best spots in the house and the garden, which nests around had dogs to avoid or housefolk that would give us treats.", he said warmly. He missed the big brown tabby often, but like Oakley had told him not long before he'd passed, he'd lived a long life and that was all he could wish for. Shadow Location: The Forest With: Honey ( Myst) "Yeah, some of the alleycats can be mean.", Shadow said. "There's a reason most of us housecats try to be inside once night falls.", he said. Shadow hummed thoughtfully at her question. "I'm not sure. I mean, I spend more time outside my nest than inside it most times, and I'm sure my housefolk would be sad, but I don't know. Maybe.", he said. Maybe if some reason came along that he felt was good enough to leave his nest. Sure, his housefolk would be sad, but he'd probably figure Shadow had gone to find somewhere to pass or something of the sort. It wasn't like he was a kitten anymore. So maybe that was a reason to go if presented with it. To live out the rest of his life differently than his life up until that point. He supposed he wouldn't know until he was presented with the option. If he was presented with it. Spark Location: The Farm With: Bo and Alecto ( Myst) Spark had been hearing the whisperings about a potential new dog, especially lately. Something about the farmer heading out and returning smelling of new dogs a lot. He hadn't really been sure he'd believed it, until he'd heard Bo barking, jumping up and running out to see a new monster pulling down the dirt path, kicking up dust. He joined in with a few barks, trotting up to Bo as he did, until they were shushed by the farmer, who came walking out of the nest and to the monster. As he did, another housefolk emerged, speaking a few words before open the back of the monster, grabbing a leash, and leading another dog out. She looked like Bo in shape, but was differently colored, and a tad smaller. Spark wagged his tail slightly, excited for a new friend. "So it was true.", he said offhandedly to Bo, still stood beside the large guard dog. |
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Post by Light on Aug 15, 2024 0:52:05 GMT -5
(Catch up time!) Light realized I forgot to tag you, did we talk about Wis and Fraz being mates, or was it something else? It was so long ago my brain does not remember lol We discussed the idea of the two getting together. I don't think anything was nailed down for sure. I was originally planning to just see how things go, and whom all he meets, and how all that boils down. But more Wis and Frazzle scenes could definitely develop into something if you're still wanting to pursue that. ^^ He tends to lean toward his goofball self when with Wis, because he likes to make her laugh. ~~~ As for my kitties' relational availability: Cotton: Enemies, siblings, children, old flings (;w;)(they would be male), Future love interest would be difficult but not impossible (male). Wonder: Friends. Family is set with Alice's fam. A slowburn love interest has been decided upon. Though I wouldn't totally be against love triangle dramas in that regard, lol. If Soot would be interested in that sort of thing. :3 Killer: Enemies! He has a tendency to be misunderstood and he likes fighting, a popular combination for making enemies. Maybe friends. Though he'd only have a few. Family involved gang-like activity in the twolegplace. His father was named Big Daddy, the head of the gang. The gang has since been demolished and scattered. And sometime after that, Killer was banished from the twolegplace. I'd love for him to eventually find love (female), probably once the clans are established~ though that can be variable. Artichoke: Enemies for sure! I honestly doubt he made any friends before meeting Caci. It would have to be a rare situation. Siblings~ whom would be children of Cotton. Possibly future kits. And he is 100% taken by his lovely mate, Caci. Frazzle: Siblings. Parents are roughly planned. Related to Percy and Fran. Friends (or anything, really)! Pile on the friends! He travels around a lot, meeting a lot of cats. He likely considers more cats to be his friend than the number of other cats that would consider him a friend. Relationship interests are open (female)~ though he can be a bit of a dunce when it comes to matters of the heart. Planning to see how things go in rp, to see if there are any natural fits. He is currently very naive and a free spirit. ~~~ (responses.... I'll try and start writing them up tonight. Might not finish them. ;w; Tis a very busy work week and more family is visiting. Though I will try and get them in when I can. ~puts on a brave pose as waves crash in the background~) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 15, 2024 1:06:27 GMT -5
Light I’m down! Though yeah I feel like more scenes with them would definitely be nice, to kinda nail down where it might go more. But I think they could be really cute together ☺️
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Post by Myst on Aug 15, 2024 1:11:32 GMT -5
I will get replies up tomorrow but I just want you to know I already started and I can feel my adoration for Alecto
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Post by soot on Aug 15, 2024 1:24:30 GMT -5
I’ll be working on my replies tomorrow if I’ve got the time! I’m very excited to see where all of these go ^^
Also Myst! A adore Milo’s accent ;w; it fits him so well-
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Post by Myst on Aug 15, 2024 1:36:18 GMT -5
Ahhhh thank you!! I was debating going back and editing it ;; I can’t hear it in my head and can never fully tell if I am capturing it to the best of my abilities
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 15, 2024 10:33:47 GMT -5
Wila »
Perhaps family wasn’t the best topic of choice. Some cats had families they could about for hours and hours, eyes bright and lips pulled upset in a smile. Other cats grew downcast and reserved, eyes clouding over with mist and sorrow at the mention of family. Some cats were indifferent. Family didn’t mean much to them but they weren’t against the cats they had been raised by. Wila felt that way about her family - she had a fondness for her parents and her littermates, but they all knew that there were rules and traditions to a family. Families were meant to be perfect, families were meant to be show quality.
Wila’s mother had bore three litters in her time. Wila had been part of that third. Out of all the kits her mother had raised, Wila had been chosen as the one their twolegs kept. Her five littermates had been sold once they were two moons old. Her mother had been taken to the cutter and altered once she had finishing nursing her last litter. The twolegs then sold her to another twoleg couple, a young mated pair who had vibrated with excitement when they picked up Wila’s mother. The same had happened with her father - altered and then sold to a family that would take care of him for his last few seasons.
For show cats that was just how life went. And when her twolegs brought a new tomcat home one day, Wila knew exactly why.
But this wasn’t about Wila. For once, this was about Flame.
A young, inexperienced mother with three kits. It seemed as if they had opposite experiences there - Wila’s mother had been mature and experienced with six kits at her side. She had gotten along with her siblings, but they had all been separated after two moons. Wila never had a chance to get close to her littermates.
Sympathy slowed her gait ever so slightly. The wind suddenly felt a little chillier, the forest to their side thinning, trees growing smaller and smaller until they were mere bushes. A winding sheet of ice came into view. ”I’m sorry about Oakley,” she mewed. It sounded as if the tom had had a long life, but losing a cat was never easy. Or she didn’t think it was easy - she had never lost a cat to death. ”Did Oakley ever show you the stream? I think we made it.” Wila gestured with her tail toward the glistening ice that swiveled between the shrubs, trees, and snow covered grasses. She was sure this was it, but it was always better to ask and confirm than make a fool out of herself.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 15, 2024 10:36:02 GMT -5
(Catch up time!) ~~~ As for my kitties' relational availability: Cotton: Enemies, siblings, children, old flings (;w;)(they would be male), Future love interest would be difficult but not impossible (male). Wonder: Friends. Family is set with Alice's fam. A slowburn love interest has been decided upon. Though I wouldn't totally be against love triangle dramas in that regard, lol. If Soot would be interested in that sort of thing. :3 Killer: Enemies! He has a tendency to be misunderstood and he likes fighting, a popular combination for making enemies. Maybe friends. Though he'd only have a few. Family involved gang-like activity in the twolegplace. His father was named Big Daddy, the head of the gang. The gang has since been demolished and scattered. And sometime after that, Killer was banished from the twolegplace. I'd love for him to eventually find love (female), probably once the clans are established~ though that can be variable. Artichoke: Enemies for sure! I honestly doubt he made any friends before meeting Caci. It would have to be a rare situation. Siblings~ whom would be children of Cotton. Possibly future kits. And he is 100% taken by his lovely mate, Caci. Frazzle: Siblings. Parents are roughly planned. Related to Percy and Fran. Friends (or anything, really)! Pile on the friends! He travels around a lot, meeting a lot of cats. He likely considers more cats to be his friend than the number of other cats that would consider him a friend. Relationship interests are open (female)~ though he can be a bit of a dunce when it comes to matters of the heart. Planning to see how things go in rp, to see if there are any natural fits. He is currently very naive and a free spirit. ~~~ (responses.... I'll try and start writing them up tonight. Might not finish them. ;w; Tis a very busy work week and more family is visiting. Though I will try and get them in when I can. ~puts on a brave pose as waves crash in the background~) I'm interested in at least connecting a few cats with Killer's former gang o: i had a possible idea but was wondering, time wise, when the gang disbanded and whatnot? |
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Post by soot on Aug 15, 2024 16:45:39 GMT -5
Zinnia
Twoleg Place -|- With Milo (Myst ) —------------------------------------ Zinnia is.. Mildly surprised by the reply he receives, curling his tail some. “It can.” He says. He’s had a good amount of first paw experience with how much the cold can- but a damper on thin’s- things. It’s certainly a large damper, but it’s still quite worth it. His zinnia like eyes drag themselves towards the forest for a few moments. Barren leaves, tall trees, snow packed ground, some areas trudged upon, leaving muddy snow. He dislikes the muddied snow the most, gets his paws dirtied, and wet.He glances back towards Milo, meeting his eye for a moment that makes his shoulders bunch just a bit before he glances off again. “Tempting?” He mews, before seeming to be able to look fully at the tom again.Kind words. Don’t– ah.. Act surprised. He doesn’t want them to take offense. “It is.” Zinnia says a bit quick, but smoothly. He personally agrees, even if it was.. a bit surprising. Not all kittypets are keen on the 'wilds'. “Maybe not as much now- well, with the snow and storms. But even then just being.. Out there, rather than in here.” He explains a bit.He feels a weight drop off of him, as always does when a conversation comes to an end. Before he really processes the sentence the tom said to him, ears flatten a bit but their tone- who cares about the tone? Zinnia just gives a somewhat jerky nod, “No time wasted. I’m not all busy today.” He pauses. “Yeah. Should see it with your own eyes. At least once.” He says, his form seeming even smaller with his body language.And even more so at the offer Milo gives. Oh- stars damnit. Of course. Number one rule his mother always taught was it’s always polite (though not always needed) to accept offers given. And he sure as stars doesn’t want anyone- thinking he could.. Well.He needs people to think either well of him, or nothing of him. So he tries to muster a smile, though it’s very slight and strained, and he steps to his paws. “If you don’t mind? I would.. -appreciate the company.” He replies. Zinnia feels hesitant doing it, of course, but it’s a simple gesture, just right on over to the treeline, then it’s done. |
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Post by soot on Aug 15, 2024 16:57:01 GMT -5
Edwina
—---------------------------------- Edwina has many questions. Already, yes. That’s a given, she thinks a bit slowly, as she processes that her dream really was true. “..Starclan.” She echos a bit numbly, and dumbly, but simply.. Accepts the information, and saves the question for later.The murmuring seems to cheer, at the prospect of her even uttering the word Starclan, and it makes her oddly elated, to know, she’s made them proud. Happy. Her ears tilt down at her own clumsily spread weight, and sniffles. “It’s.. an honor, to meet you. Pumaheart.” Edwina feels the want to add, head dipping a moment in respect she’s been given on occasions. Though she’s mostly seen it given to others.Now she’s using it.She thinks the name Pumaheart fits rather well, though those eyes.. They’re what truly lingered, in her dreams. The voice too. Edwina shuffles, before mewing in thanks, “Thank you- it.. Has certainly been.. Exhausting.” The seal-point says, already making her slow, but steady way towards the Pumaheart, questions crawling into every corner of her mind.Her ears are flat, at the cold, blistering winds… but she pauses at the entrance of the cave. Edwina feels hesitant. To enter such a- den. She’s heard the stories of what larger cats take home in. Even animals that are larger than them. It feels fitting for someone such as Pumaheart to take residence here.. But the enclosement makes her pause her paws, before continuing forward.What she first is relieved by is the wind, now longer ruffling her fur. And even if the stone of the ground is cold, it’s better than pure snow and ice encasing her paws.She shivers still yet, walking curiously alongside Pumaheart, just a bit behind to follow her, focus on her now that Edwina’s entered the other molly’s den. Her home? “If-.. who.. What is Starclan?” Edwina asks first- “Are they.. The ones who whisper? In my dreams? They’ve been so much louder, recently.. Even whispering while I’m awake.” She says.“They almost seemed to be cheering.”
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Post by soot on Aug 15, 2024 16:58:28 GMT -5
Ahhhh thank you!! I was debating going back and editing it ;; I can’t hear it in my head and can never fully tell if I am capturing it to the best of my abilities You captured it delightfully! I've had a good amount of interactions (even a bit within my own family) of similar accents, so it was a very fun read. Zinnia's already being infected with it ;w; And ofc! I genuinely really enjoyed it! |
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Post by Myst on Aug 15, 2024 22:11:53 GMT -5
ahhhh Okay good to know! Then I will keep it up for our boy Milo
I've been working on replies all day but my brain just isn't braining the way I need it to so I will try to have them up tomorrow c:
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Post by Light on Aug 15, 2024 23:21:10 GMT -5
Light I’m down! Though yeah I feel like more scenes with them would definitely be nice, to kinda nail down where it might go more. But I think they could be really cute together ☺️ Aw! Totally! I think they'd be cute, too. XD Alright. I'll consider Frazzle as taken. He is also someone I wouldn't mind having love triangle drama before finding himself with 'the one'. >:3 Not a necessity, but I'd be up for it if anyone feels inspired in that direction at some point before the relationship is solidified. (Catch up time!) ~~~ As for my kitties' relational availability: Cotton: Enemies, siblings, children, old flings (;w;)(they would be male), Future love interest would be difficult but not impossible (male). Wonder: Friends. Family is set with Alice's fam. A slowburn love interest has been decided upon. Though I wouldn't totally be against love triangle dramas in that regard, lol. If Soot would be interested in that sort of thing. :3 Killer: Enemies! He has a tendency to be misunderstood and he likes fighting, a popular combination for making enemies. Maybe friends. Though he'd only have a few. Family involved gang-like activity in the twolegplace. His father was named Big Daddy, the head of the gang. The gang has since been demolished and scattered. And sometime after that, Killer was banished from the twolegplace. I'd love for him to eventually find love (female), probably once the clans are established~ though that can be variable. Artichoke: Enemies for sure! I honestly doubt he made any friends before meeting Caci. It would have to be a rare situation. Siblings~ whom would be children of Cotton. Possibly future kits. And he is 100% taken by his lovely mate, Caci. Frazzle: Siblings. Parents are roughly planned. Related to Percy and Fran. Friends (or anything, really)! Pile on the friends! He travels around a lot, meeting a lot of cats. He likely considers more cats to be his friend than the number of other cats that would consider him a friend. Relationship interests are open (female)~ though he can be a bit of a dunce when it comes to matters of the heart. Planning to see how things go in rp, to see if there are any natural fits. He is currently very naive and a free spirit. ~~~ (responses.... I'll try and start writing them up tonight. Might not finish them. ;w; Tis a very busy work week and more family is visiting. Though I will try and get them in when I can. ~puts on a brave pose as waves crash in the background~) I'm interested in at least connecting a few cats with Killer's former gang o: i had a possible idea but was wondering, time wise, when the gang disbanded and whatnot? Ooh! I have the disband as 30ish moons ago, give or take. I hadn't set an exact date so I'd have some wiggle room to maneuver connections. Killer~ known as Sun Eater back then, is currently 45 moons old. So he'd be in his young teen moons when it disbanded. He vanished for a while, then returned at 20 moons. He was was driven out by a group of cats shortly after. It was after that he took on the name Killer and lived in relative isolation within the pines. ~~~ Working on responses now! |
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Post by Light on Aug 16, 2024 1:23:38 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor With: Creamsicle and Smoke ( Feathertalon and whispering ) Creamsicle’s steely gaze lingered in Cotton’s mind. It had taken her by surprise, as she had not seen Creamsicle take such a visible stance for something before; not for anything that didn’t stem from a source of fear. While Cotton was impressed at this appearance of growth, she also feared that Creamsicle’s softheartedness would ultimately lead to her destruction in the future. When Smoke approached them and Creamsicle looked over in his direction, she paused. Her yellow glare’s steeliness increased, a clearcut warning that if he gave any sign of danger, that she would not hesitate to strike him down. She hoped it would not come to that. Her joints were already sore enough. Any sort of overexertion that fighting would most certainly bring would make her all the more miserable tonight. Besides, she had Creamsicle to think about. Ahhhh… What she wouldn’t do to be a few moons younger, back when she felt strong and able. Back when she could watch over and train several kits at once. Those were the days. But those days were no longer. She didn’t like the way Smoke was looking at her. It was right in the eyes, as if he could see past and right into the depths of her mind. The back of her spine prickled at the thought. He had become unnervingly bold after she accepted his request. Had she made a mistake? Trust no cat. She hadn’t broken the rule. She may be showing him the way, but she intended to keep a close eye on him the entire time. It was beyond her territory, which only circumferenced twenty tail-lengths around the crater in which her den dwelt, so she needn’t worry about him getting any strange ideas. And if he did, he would most certainly pay the price. When Creamsicle spoke, Cotton shifted her sharp look to the kit. Since Creamsicle wasn’t putting herself in any unnecessary danger, she decided to let it be. Besides, gathering intel on the stranger was, in fact, the smart thing to do right now. She gave the kit a nod before returning her gaze to the grey tom. She liked it even less when he turned that deep, steady gaze of his upon Creamsicle, and had to refrain from growling at the healer. So his name was Smoke. It was an apt name considering the smoke-like swirls upon his pelt. At least his mother had good taste. Cotton’s eyes flashed in annoyance when he went on to complain about the cold and insisted they get going. A simple little please wasn’t enough to gloss it over for Cotton. She was very tempted to snap at the tom, but with the life of a kit in the balance, Cotton thought better of it. Due to his circumstances, she would excuse him this ONCE. With an audible tsk, she began padding along once more. She kept Creamsicle close on one side and Smoke at a couple taillengths on the other. Though she mostly looked ahead, her attention was very strict upon Smoke. If she ever thought he ever strayed too close, she would flash him a warning glare that said it all. Her muscles rippled as she walked, though her limbs did have a touch of stiffness to them that even she could not hide while on the move. After a short bout of silence, she spoke, “You are a healer, you say? There are not too many of those around.” Her yellow gaze flicked to the side at which Smoke walked. “Do you know of a healer named Cinder?”~~~  FrazzleLocation: Alleyway near edge of Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) Frazzle’s jaw dropped as Percy told his ‘not so epic’ tale, his eyes wide and fully entranced in the telling of it all. How was this possible..? How had they never met before? He was a kindred spirit! No- A master of everything Frazzle had only ever dreamed! When Percy finished, Frazzle lowered himself in a deep bow, his paws sliding forward and his head bending low. “I am humbled further by your grand, if not epic tale. I see now I have come into the presence of a true master.” Frazzle lifted his head up, his eyes gleaming like stars with unconcealed admiration for the tom. “Not only have you saved my life, but you have shown me such impeccable showmanship-! I absolutely must learn from you! Will you teach me your ways, Star Percy?” Frazzle was beginning to slip back into normal speech in his excitement. “Wait~ before that. First thing’s first. Food!” He glanced up at the sky, squinting for a moment as he gauged the location of the sun. Then he flashed Percy a wide grin. “I know exactly where I can get you some food. Hot and fresh. Not like any of the bits in here. Everything here is probably long cold, since I-” Frazzle’s grin turned a bit cheeky. “-ate most of it… Heheh.” Frazzle knew several ‘hunting’ spots around the twolegplace. He had been planning on heading to this particular spot at a later time~ as he got in trouble if he visited it too often. But he figured his hero deserved only the best. He studied the orange and white tom with a bright expression. He supposed it made sense now, why the tom had been lying about and so slow to move earlier. The bin was indeed a worthy foe, as he knew from experience. “So, what do ya say? Are you ready to give it a whirl?” |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2024 13:08:31 GMT -5
Pumaheart »
This was a lot for the newcomer to take in, Pumaheart was aware of it all. A new area, an odd cave, towering mountains, a broad cat with the name of a predator, starry cats who whispered in dreams… A lot of nonsensical reveries that were turning into truths. Reality was twisting for the pointed molly that stood out in the snow, her paws surely freezing and her pelt growing wet from melting snowfall. The mind could be a weapon, sharp and powerful, but even the smartest of felines could only handle so much going on at once. It was best to take this one step at a time.
Pumaheart smiled warmly at the blue-eyed healer. ”Come, I’ll explain once we’re warm.” Even the warden was touched by the chill of winter. Leaf-bare was a harsh season, but this one seemed harsher than usual. It was worrying, but it was also hopeful. Hunger drove cats to the brink of starvation, making them act out in ways unimaginable. Aggression would be on the rise. But at the same time hunger could make cats more willing to fall into groups and make alliances. If they could use that to their advantage, if they could find cats willing to group up in the name of survival, then perhaps EtherClan and SylvanClan could become real once more.
The destiny of the Clans lay in Kuta, Smoke, and Percy.
The destiny of the Clans lay in the garden’s healer that padded slowly behind Pumaheart.
The tunnel opened to a wider cavern, a thick nest of moss near one of the further walls and a measly mound of two squirrels lay in the center. Pumaheart relished in the warm familiarity of her home, her den. She stopped only once her paws had brought her to the prey, the large ticked tabby smoothly settling onto her haunches. Pumaheart gestured with her tail for her visitor to take a seat and eat. Make herself at home.
”StarClan is who whispers in your ears and walks in your dreams. They are the spirits of the cats who have lived and died in the forestand the moor. They are cats who belonged to two mighty Clans that once roamed these lands seasons and seasons ago. They whisper louder because they know it’s time.” Pumaheart tipped her head upward as if to look toward the sky. If not for the cave ceiling she would be staring into the clouds pregnant with snow. ”It is finally time for the Clans to be reborn, and you, healer of the gardens, are a part of this rebirth.”
Creamsicle »
It was Cotton’s presence that helped steady Creamsicle’s ever present fear. Had her newfound mother not been around then she would have hunkered far deeper into the snow, making sure to hide the faint tinges of orange that marred her otherwise creamy white pelt. But now the young molly was beginning to question the boldness she had displayed moments before when odd words danced off the healer’s tongue with such ease it made Creamsicle wonder if she was supposed to already know what he meant.
’Thank StarClan’. What was the tabby even going on about? What was StarClan?
Creamsicle looked upward to Cotton, wondering if the old molly had any idea, but if she did her realization was hidden under the hard gaze of a cat who did not show any ounce of weakness.
Maybe Cotton had been right. Maybe it was this sort of oddness that made it so no cat could be trusted.
Creamsicle stepped a little closer to Cotton.
The kit’s ears flattened over her head, confusion rippling underneath her pelt like a swarming school of minnows. From uttering odd words to now looking at her affectionately and referring to her as a little daisy. Cotton had been keen on warning her that strange cats could be rather odd. But maybe just because a cat was odd didn’t mean they had a heart as cold as the moor winds.
Creamsicle didn’t know much about naming. She had never named a thing in her entire life, but she could see with just one look at the healer that Smoke was a good name for him. He fit the name Smoke just like she fit the name Creamsicle.
Not that she knew exactly what a Creamsicle was. She had never seen one, but her mother had told her that while she had had names picked for her litter, she refrained from using them once she had seen how excited the young twoleg they had lived with became when he had seen Creamsicle and her littermates. Her mother had lived among twolegs long enough to understand a lot of their weird grunts and odd mutters, and so she had done with the names the twoleg kit had uttered.
Creamsicle, Rainbow, Sherbet, Sorbet, and Orange.
She had never been able to figure out what all those names meant. Rainbow and Orange she knew, but that had been it.
Cotton’s low-rasping voice pulled Creamsicle out of her thoughts. Her ears perked forward once more, blue eyes rounding with a spark of recognition. Cinder. That name was vaguely familiar. Had her mother not once spoke of a cat named Cinder? It had been a story from long before Creamsicle and her siblings had been born, one of the only few stories her mother had told her about when she had lived on the moor, or rather, when she was leaving the moor.
She would remain silent for now, but if this conversation went somewhere then perhaps Creamsicle would ask about this Cinder. She would ask if this Cinder was the same her mother had mentioned.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 16, 2024 13:12:25 GMT -5
Percy »
Oh, Percy liked this cat. He liked him a lot. Frazzle was sure to be a cat that Percy would want to keep around, especially when he needed a good laugh or a moment to just decompress from it all. Would Smoke be interested in meeting Frazzle? Smoke was bound to get a good laugh going, and Percy couldn’t help the warm smile that danced across his face as he imagined Smoke leaning forward in a hearty laugh, whiskers curled and eyes bright with joy. Joy always looked good on any cat, but it looked especially good on Smoke. It was charming, endearing. Joy was cute on Smoke and made Percy feel good. Made him feel warmer in the middle of winter.
Smoke deserved a good laugh. Between this whole Clan resurrection thing and the terribly ill cat, Smoke had been so serious lately. Percy had warned him that his creased brows would turn into permanent wrinkles and he’d look seasons older than what he actually was, but even the ginger and white tom knew how important all of this. Not only to Smoke but to Percy as well.
He had been there when they had finally found Pumaheart. He had even been part of some ancient promise from the stars.
The fire that strengthens the smoke.
Did that mean he and Smoke had been destined to meet? Did that mean he was supposed to be with Smoke?
Percy’s thoughts briefly flashed to his last companions. Quiver, an amiable yet bold tom. Percy had known from the start that Quiver would not be a permanent companion. Quiver had made that rather clear within the first few hours of their interaction. He had admired the older tom, but friendship had been as far as those feelings had gone.
Lavender… His chest always tightened at the thought of the pretty molly who had entered his life one day and had left in the middle of the night after seasons of staying with him. She had stayed with him long enough that he had felt comfortable in thinking about a future with her. A life that they could make together, a life involving kits that pranced under their paws and laughed at their jokes. But then she had left. She had left and a hole still remained in his heart from her absence.
He didn’t believe the hole would ever be filled completely, but Smoke was helping with the pain. And if Pumaheart had said it was destined for them to be together…
That made him giddy. Made him happy.
Percy shook his head, knowing he needed to focus on the present. Smoke was out searching for herbs and Percy needed to get prey to bring back.
Though he couldn’t shake the thought of bringing Frazzle back to Smoke. They did have to find cats to help remake the Clans. Perhaps Frazzle could be a start.
Food. Right now he needed to worry about food. Recruitment could wait until after he had secured food.
Honing back in to Frazzle, Percy puffed himself out and flashed a grin. ”I’m more than ready. Sing me your song while you show me the way to this fresh food!” He mused, more than ready for entertainment on their venture for a meal.
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