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It’s not super plot related but I’m excited to have my lil dummy Kuta interact with the farm cats if they’re against the clans

leo probably would respect alice enough not to try and cross her, he's younger, and maybe he'll have to be put back in his place at times when he gets too carried away
ember would be on board until he meets an actual clan cat and is given more knowledge of the clans, then he would begin to have his doubts

lol kuta just being ??? at their hostility

i want to preface this by saying that this is a very crude, not good map sketch
this is also my interpretation of it, but feel free to change anything up, im down for whatever honestly
also i realized that as i was inking everything the forest part isnt as much as the moor, but i'd like for there to be mostly even territory on both sides of the stream so that will need to be scaled differently
anywayyyy here it be

that actually looks really good😯
but then again i’ve never been able to draw to save my life
i’m excited to see how everything turns out!

Ahhh yay I’m already glad to have a point of reference for everything. Can’t wait for Myst’s map though!

I was actually thinking about the possibility of the marshes being used for gatherings should there be a suitable 'island' within them since I imagined the marshes would generally be unclaimed land

^ i agree i love the island idea

hell yeah cB
I’m excited

Speaking of replies - I’ll get mine up in the morning and I’ll probably also add a new section for the barn cats on the front page, so if anybody wants to switch current characters to barn cat / make new characters for the barn, just let me know or give me forms at some point so I can make the appropriate changes and adds ~

// BARN CATS???? FUNNY LITTLE MEOW MEOWS??? "meowdy pawdner!"????? YES?????? Absolutely going to make an enby barn cat with a silly accent that they 100% lose when they get mad.
Feathertalon, that map is super cool!! :00 (I may also be admiring your handwriting - )

On to replying!! I'm also toying with ideas for Blight's starter, so that'll be fun:D

Crimson -
Near Stream, with Ember whispering

Withholding a snort of contempt against the tom’s complaints and instead rolling her eyes. Crimson watched the young cat fully reveal himself from the shrubbery. He was bigger than she had first thought, slightly smaller in stature with his bristling pelt. It was enough that Crimson wasn’t concerned about him overpowering her with raw strength, but give or take a few moons this would be another story. At this point she wasn’t even sure how, old he was. But, his youth rang clear in his voice. Lashing her tail Crimson contempled her next moves. If a fight broke out she was confident in her abilities but both parties wouldn’t leave the fight unscathed. A cat, no matter how young, still had sharp claws. This wasn’t Green-leaf either, a well placed injury could threaten her own survival over these next moons. He didn’t look to be backing down either.

Apparently Crimson struck a sensitive point within the young cat. Proclaiming his need of needing no one. Hissing in annoyance Crimson was tempted to strike back with a petty response about how he 'looked to be doing so well' on his own but the words stuck in her throat at the surprise of his bi-colored eyes. One blue and one brown. But upon further investigation, hidden from his outwardly defiant appearance Crimson found pain. Her initial suspicions of this being a trap calmed quickly. She wondered what actually lay beneath his bristling pelt, would he be lean with Leafbare? Or thin with hunger? It would be a fool's errand to threaten an older cat unless one was on the edge. With this in mind, Crimson slowly forced her fur to relax. Perhaps this wasn’t the correct approach to this at all. She had been semi successful until the next words spilled from his mouth. ”I’m not old!” She couldn’t help but spit with indignation, all too aware how roles had switched.

Lashing her tail, Crimson settled onto her hunches. She didn’t want to further proke him by standing at her full attention. Perhaps if she demonstrated herself relaxing, he would as well. With watchful eyes she contemplated what to do next. Obviously with how this was going it was only further aggravating the two, how could she calm the situation down? It was at this moment that Crimsons stomach growled with hunger. Reminding the ginger she-cat that this was only meant to be a quick check, then fish. Not finding some half grown, aggressive tom. ”Pardon me, I smelled a strange scent near my land and wanted to investigate.” Crimson snarked, pointedly staring at the young cat.

With that in mind Crimson wondered as to why his scent had been so faded. It smelled more strongly by the bush as if he had slept there. But if it wasn’t a trap who in their right minds would take a voluntary dip into the stream? This wasn’t the weather for a wet pelt. Perhaps the young tom had been looking to cross? ”I’m not sure what you were taught, but getting wet in this weather could be dangerous. Even with a thick pelt like yours, cat’s can freeze. Falling asleep and never waking up again.” She quipped, chancing a look towards the bank, reminding her of her hunger. ”I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. Perhaps if we eat something we can both calm down and at least introduce one another.” Crimson added with a grunt, and without waiting for a response she got back to her paws once more and padded towards the stream. If he wanted to pounce on her from behind, fine. Let him, but this way she wouldn’t feel guilty nor responsible for what happened then.

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Flicker -
On the moor, with Star Feathertalon

Flicker watched with open curiosity as he waited for the tom’s reply. He wasn’t sure what to expect in response as a claim to the territory. But when no stake had been made Flicker flicked his tail in response. Ready to wish the other cat a good day and head on his way. There was something about the way he had watched him, that Flicker couldn’t help but find familiar. He almost felt like the mouse itself, stooping over its food as a larger creature preyed upon him. But then, the tom looked away sighing deeply with what sounded as concern. Continuing on he talked about his brother, sick in a shared den somewhere. A pang of sympathy slipped through Flicker. Leafbare brought a bundle of problems. Sickness and hunger working together never fared well for a cat. ”It’s a shame to hear about your brother,” Flicker offered slowly, uncertain as to whether to believe him or not. It would be an easy way to snag a mouse from an unsuspecting cat. Using the plight of an imaginary loved one. ”You two must be close to stick together after kittenhood.” He mused, staring past him across the moor. A thoughtful expression filling his gaze.

If the tom was telling the truth, perhaps Flicker should offer him the catch. After all the gray tom had been hunting the mouse the same as himself. It would give this cat more time to find the necessary herbs to aid his brother’s illness. If he was lying, he could be played a fool. Offering prey to some other cat who’d been too slow to strike. The thought of not aiding a cat, filled Flicker with shame. But the shame burned brighter at being made a bee-brain. Contemplating his moral plight an idea struck, with it a purr unintentionally rumbled from his throat. ”I have a grand idea,” He grinned, raising his tail in a friendly gesture. It would benefit him, and he would be able to help this cat in need. ”How about you and I share this mouse?” He began, prodding it gently with an outstretched claw. ”Then, we hunt for rabbits on the moor. While we look, I could help you gather the herbs needed. I would give you the mouse, but unfortunately it’s the first I’ve caught in a couple of days and I can’t let it go.” He finished, easily throwing in a white lie. He didn't want the tom outright asking for the mouse, this might detour him from doing so. While also, offering him help. Perhaps he could learn more about this grey cat.

(Aw. Thanks guys. :3)

(Ooh. The barn group sounds cool! Wonder will probably not have much of an opinion of the situation on her own. Though the group's opinions may foster a sort of fear of the clans in her. She would just want to stay near/on the farm and help out with simple things- like food and bedding. She would appreciate Leo's protectiveness for the most part. ^^ May be uneasy with excessiveness. With Alice, she would respect her knowledge and authority. Depending on their interactions, it would be something between fearful and familial respect. Sounds like there'll be some fun interactions at this farm. :3 I'm thinking that Wonder was a calico (20ish moons? More or less) either born at the farm, or brought there as a kit. Any relation suggestions are welcome.)

(Love the map ideas. I'm sure whatever you come up with will be great. And man, I love that inking, Feathertalon. I'll have to work on inking sometime. ^^)


Frazzle
Location: Twolegplace
With: Arch
(Icyturtles )

Frazzle chuckled at the reminder of her earlier comment. “It would've be fun if I had! You know... there’s nothing keeping us from naming twolegs if we wanted. That last two-leg... Hm... What would be a good name for him? Grumps? Foodbringer? There’s so many options-!” Before he could go on to think of more absurd names, he noticed her wince. Some of his amusement faded to interest and concern. He lowered his head to meet her gaze as she came up from licking her chest, his ears twitching. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, boldly padding closer to the molly before him to see if everything was alright. He left his chicken on the path behind him. The two cats were of similar size, though he was slightly bigger and had the potential to fill out a bit more. As he approached, he glimpsed something wet in her dark fur. Now that he was closer, he could make out the metallic tang of blood through the smell of chicken and twoleg food grease that clung to him. “Is that blood?” He stepped and reached forward without much thought, intending to help lick the spot clean so he could get a better look at it.

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Cotton
Location: By the Stream (Steppingstones)
With: Creamsicle
(Feathertalon )

Cotton let out a breath when she saw the fear in Creamsicle’s face. The kit’s voice trembled, a sound that pulled Cotton to seat herself beside Creamsicle. She curled her brown tail around the light coloured kit’s shoulders, her yellow eyes somewhat less sharp as craned her neck to looked down at her. “You see, when we hunt, we must catch our prey and kill it quickly with a sharp bite to the neck. This is a matter of respect to the prey and to other hunters in the area. If a cat doesn’t kill their prey quickly enough, it will suffer and will keep you and any nearby hunters from finding any more food." She glanced back over her shoulder, in the direction of the moor, where the scream had come from. "That sound you heard was because of a hunter who hadn’t managed to kill their prey quick enough. We were lucky that we were in the right place to catch our prey this time.” Cotton didn’t bother to mention what would have happened if things hadn’t worked out. She nosed Creamsicle’s ear. “And now we must show our appreciation for this life by eating it and living another day." Explanation finished, she looked up to the darkening sky. She hadn't wanted to rush the kit, but they needed to hurry back to the den before the coming snow became too thick to travel. The flakes hadn't begun to fall quite yet, but they could start at any moment. "Now eat up. We'll take the rest with us to the den."

f I didn't realize copied the wrong thing when I tried to embed it - it should be fixed now (I think)

Thanks! I gotta see about the other stamps so I can map out the twoleg place and the forest and pine areas but it's gettin there~