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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2024 22:49:23 GMT -5
stop I love it
the way I cackled
I want him to have a full legal name now
or something wack like Trash Bag (I saw a post about a woman who fosters cats and she gives them dumb names so she's less inclined to keep them except it didn't work so now she has a cat named Trash Bag and I haven't let it go. I saw this post years ago)
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2024 23:04:21 GMT -5
Trash Bag Tom
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2024 23:08:31 GMT -5
I unironically love that name and if everyone agrees we should use it
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2024 23:17:11 GMT -5
I very much agree with the name
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Post by soot on Aug 17, 2024 23:21:09 GMT -5
I vote for Trash Bag-
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Post by Myst on Aug 17, 2024 23:24:34 GMT -5
Aweeeee hell yeah, Trash Bag Tom and Nayo
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Post by soot on Aug 17, 2024 23:28:35 GMT -5
Now I need a name for my girl and we are set. I’m almost tempted to do something a little funny for hers now but I shall refrain and find something pretty.
..maybe.
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Post by Light on Aug 17, 2024 23:44:35 GMT -5
(Turns out I can write a post tonight. Yay.)
Frazzle
Location: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon )
“Heh. You asked for it!” Frazzle hopped back as step and perkily began trotting down the alley. He glanced back once to make sure Percy was following. “Ahehehehem,” he began by clearing his throat. His pace slowing, Frazzle lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“You see, it all began one shadowy moonrise~” His voice was low, yet lilting. His hazel eyes flashed open as he continued, wide and strained. “I had been stalking my target for days it seemed, nary a wink of sleep for the last several nights. But on that moonrise~ my target made his move.” The twoleg whom had taken out the food sacks came to mind. The fluffy orange and white tom squinted his eyes, his step turning into something akin to stalking. “He came out with noise of thunder rolling from his steps and lightning crackling from his paws. It nearly seemed the entire world shook with his presence!” The porch had indeed shook with his steps, twolegs were weighty creatures and didn’t seem able to accomplish the delicate step that cats had. Frazzle turned the corner onto a slightly wider street, slinking across the sidewalk as he glanced over at Percy, looking him in the eye with a near-eccentric gaze. “I knew I would be no match for this mighty warrior, so I stayed within the deepest of shadows. Waiting… Watching… He carried his crackling burdens to the twol-“ There was a momentary lapse and flash in his gaze. “-I mean the gleaming hollow where he hid his treasure stash. A poor choice if I do say so myself, hiding such prized possessions in something so obvious, am I right?” Frazzle prrowed a short laugh at his own joke and flashed Percy a grin, before launching back into his tale. “Once the fearsome warrior was certain his treasure was hidden well, he returned to the confines of his den. That was when I struck!” Frazzle picked up the pace, both verbally and physically, nearly dashing along the sidewalk. “I left the shadows behind and raced out into the cold, cold world, but the call of his treasures was too much for me to resist! I ran and I ran~ so fast, he probably wouldn’t have seen me if he tried. That was when I arrived.” Frazzle skidded to a stop at another corner, his head whipping this way and that. “The silvered hollow stood tall before me, a mountain full of treasures that practically pleaded to be taken. The song it sung to me was too strong, too mesmerizing to a simple feline such as myself. And so, using all the experience and treasure hunting tactics as I knew~ since I am indeed a fabulous treasure hunter~ I began my extraction. But the fierce warrior~” Frazzle’s face wrinkled up in what appeared to be sorrow, and with slower, plodding steps, he crossed the small, quiet thunderpath. “He must have known I was to come, and left a trap for me. Before I knew what had happened, I was trapped with the very treasures I meant to take.” Halfway across the thunderpath, he glanced at Percy, his sorrow instantly dissipating, replaced with a grin and a twinkle in his eye. “But take them, I did!” With a cheeky chuckle he bounded the rest of the way, a metallic monster leisurely putt-putting by once his paws touched the sidewalk. “Like you, the cold doesn't tend to bother me too much, but it was awfully cold in that metal hollow for so long~ when I heard your voice, I feared the stars had come to take me away! Hahaha!” Frazzle shook his head, his laughter fading as he padded onwards.
“But perhaps that is just silliness, thinking that stars speak, or do much of anything other than shine in the sky. What do you think?” They passed a house where a heavily pelted twoleg kit was playing on a hilled pile of snow. Frazzle’s eyes shone at the sight, thinking that it might be fun to try sliding down that hill as well. Maybe later.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 18, 2024 0:06:55 GMT -5
AHHHHH I Love the name Sarabi it’s a big time fave of mine i knowww ;w; i didn't even have to search names up for her, she just decided instantly that sarabi was her name Aww, we had a kitty named Sarabi when I was younger, a Siamese. We named her that cause my childhood’s cat name was Nala. If we’d gotten a boy cat around then, we probably would have named him Mufasa lol |
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Post by Light on Aug 18, 2024 8:33:04 GMT -5
As a child, I once named an outdoor farm cat Simba. But when she had kittens, I changed it to Momma-Simba, lol.
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Post by whispering on Aug 18, 2024 9:01:25 GMT -5
Magpie 
towlegplace with Vanilla asrise
In leafbare, one worried more about food than anything else. When you weren’t reliant on twolegs, that was. Some rogues and loners lived by an unspoken code; to never seek help from twolegs. Ever. Magpie, however, was not one of said cats. She didn’t deem herself superior to any cat just because she lived free. And if twolegs were to leave food out for the strays, who was she to ignore such an offer?
Her home on the moors was coated in snow, and the likelihood of finding prey was unlikely. Why go hungry when there were infinite possibilities in the neighborhood- as the kittypets liked to call it? Kittypets were strange, they could understand the twoleg speech and translate it. Magpie thought it was a very handy skill to have- not that she could remember half the things they said. It was still interesting!
Looking over the dip in the hillside that had once been her den, she sighed wistfully before turning tail and making the journey to twolegplace. It would only be a few moons, what was the worst that could happen?
Well, the noise, for one. The twolegs were always noisy. And dirty. Magpie’s white paws were stained in dirt from the grimy streets. I don’t think they’ll ever be white again. She would have never been so dirty at home on the moor. Just a few more moons left… then she would no longer have to rely on twolegplace for food. She would return to the moors, running free, chasing rabbits beneath the deep blue sky. She never felt more far away from the stars than she did here, in twolegplace.
The black-and-white molly sighed, padding down the sidewalk of twoleg place, grateful, for once, that now snow lay atop it. Twolegs liked their walkways clear of ice and snow. As well as the thunderpath. Apparently, monsters couldn't run properly through the snow. They would slip and slide everywhere.
"Hello!"
A friendly mrrow sounded above her. Magpie trilled, her black tail kinking over her back at the sight of the pretty molly. There was no mistaking she was a kittypet, she could tell by the softness of her fluffy coat. Glossy and pristine. Her white fur was not even remotely stained.
She purred, "I'm Magpie. I come from the moorlands. You can't really see it from here, unless your in the outskirts of the twolegplace, but it's just over the stream." It was nice to meet such a friendly cat. Kittypets either wanted nothing to do with her or were very territorial of their gardens. Vanilla was the first friendly face she'd encountered in a while.
✰✰✰ Gray Sky
moorland with Kuta Myst
Gray Sky had to raise a paw, for silence. Overwhelmed by the overflow of words and questions coming from Kuta. By the moon and stars! He imagined an alternative situation where he turned tail now, and retreated to hide in his den. But imagining the look of hurt in Kuta’s amber eyes kept his white paws rooted where they were. He withheld an exasperated sigh. His tail swaying behind him, the tip the only suggestion of his building irritation.
But the speak of Clans was the breaking point for the large gray tom. The fur along his neck bristled and his ears pinned against his head. “I told you I don’t want anything to do with Clans. I don’t want anything to do with cats! I am a lone cat.”
He hadn’t traveled so far just to join another group.
Since a kit, he had been destined to fulfill a role he had never asked for, trained and conditioned to carry out the wishes of others. The elder held the destined cats within tight reach, never letting them stray too far from her sight. They were followed every second of their destined lives. Prepared to jump to their deaths to support a cause they weren’t even sure would prevent anything. I-I can’t do it, a younger Gray Sky whispered, peering down over the ledge where the trees below seemed like tiny shrubs. The elder’s eyes narrowed into venomous yellow slits, the disapproval clear on her face. Gray Sky’s heart pounded in his ears as if it would burst out of his chest. Would she be angry? You are willing to bring dishonor upon the kinship? Bring dishonor to your family? Her voice was calm, yet her words still sliced through him as he realized the depth of what he was about to do. Or not about to do. The gasps of shock and looks of betrayal when the rest of the kinship had learned of his decision.
Gray Sky blinked and he was back in the open, with Kuta. The Elder and the cliffside vanished, a distant memory now. Though the accelerated beating of his heart still thrummed in his ears.
With a lash of his plumy tail, he eyed Kuta distrustfully. He hadn’t reminisced about the kinship in moons. Something about this land, these cats, made the traumatic memories come rushing back. He could not stay here too long. “Why? What do you get out of hunting with me? To talk me into joining you?”
Truthfully, Gray Sky hadn’t yet mastered hunting in the moorland. He’d spent the past season circle in the mountains, crouched low and still as a rock, attracting prey to him. But that didn’t seem to work here, not with all the snow. And if Kuta knew what was best for hunting here… he could use the help. Grudgingly.
“You can show me the best hunting, but we will not eat together.” He mewed finally with a decisive nod of his head.
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Post by whispering on Aug 18, 2024 9:12:17 GMT -5
Nimbus did not follow after Cheeto. The fur along his shoulders began to prickle uneasily. So this kittypet wasn’t as dumb as he’d thought. Whoops. No matter… it was just a minor bump in the road, he could work around it easily.
“Oh, that’s easy! Sometimes I let them stroke me and they give me treats- er, scraps.” His meow held a cheery edge, suddenly excited to talk about his housefolk. The spotted cat skipped to catch up to the older tom, tail kinked over his back. But then he remembered his mission; he was convincing Cheeto that he was a real wildcat! Wildcats didn’t get pats from housefolk. Or did they? The old cat that lived in the garden next to his had said strays were mean and ragged, but did they at least extend some kindness to humans? Well, I’m a wildcat, and I think it’s okay!
Nimbus may have loved to explore, and he thought the world of himself. But he was fond of his housefolk. They catered to his every need, bending over backward as soon as he mewed. He couldn’t ever dream of leaving them to live in the wild. Saying goodbye to his bed, or the delicious human food his housefolk’s mate snuck him… The Bengal shuttered at the thought, shaking out his fur against the cold. He would never leave them! It was just fun to play as a wildcat. “Hey, Cheeto, have you ever caught fresh prey? I bet I could show you!”
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Alice had taught them everything they knew about life on the farm, with the help of some others. She had bestowed her wisdom upon the youngins’, Leo and Laika, all the newcomers who came and went. One did not have to offer anything to the farm if they didn’t wish to though Leo wished it was one of the enforced rules. And all had respected said regulations. The cats who remained lived by them. And yet, there was still the pawfull who had… nothing to offer.
Like the dear tabby and white molly who crept beneath him, pursuing her quarry. Only because he had encouraged her to. Sure, Leo could put up with having a useless mate, beautiful and gentle, a good mother-to-be. But it wouldn’t hurt if she picked up other skills along the way, surely? Leo didn’t mind being the brains and the brawn behind their relationship. He was already capable of such qualities as was. He excelled in all skills, that he was sure of. There was no cat who could doubt his talent. The ginger tom was a powerhouse on the farm. And if he wasn’t, his confidence surely made up for it. Leo had an ego bigger than any of the guardian dogs, greater than even the mountains that stood tall in the distance. If all the barn cats had decided to stop doing their share, Leo’s ambition alone could make up for it all.
The thick-furred cat gave his paw an indifferent lick, occasionally flicking his orange eyes toward Laika, silently critiquing her techniques. She was hesitating. Irritation began to prick at his skin. What good was it to wait so long, the mouse would dive further into the hay if it discovered her.
“Well, what are you waiting for,” He meowed encouragingly, standing from his position upon the hay bale. “You want us to spend some alone time, don’t you chickadee? Hurry and catch it so we can settle down, I'll take care of the rest."
His words were kind. Gentle. His eyes pleading and inviting. Though on the inside, it was more of an order. Catch a mouse and earn Leo's pride. Didn't Laika want him to be proud of her? Didn't she care about what he wanted? Didn't she want to prove that she was reliable beyond looks and personality?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 18, 2024 9:41:28 GMT -5
I’ll try and get to replies tonight, but classes start back tomorrow and I have to drive back to school later today 🥲
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Post by Myst on Aug 18, 2024 15:42:45 GMT -5
I’m gonna be out again for a bit today but I should be able to start working on replies later tonight c:
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Post by soot on Aug 18, 2024 16:14:31 GMT -5
Edwina
------------------------------------------------------------- Edwina felt.. Something quiet, in her, when Pumaheart explains her somewhat impulsive questions. To think there’s really a place to go, when a cat lives or survives through their life, all the way to the very end. And after? Edwina’s body language reflects her thoughts vividly, though she doesn’t notice. Her ears somewhat tilted, her eyes contemplating yet.. Still curious. Her tail kept herself warm still. The cold floor, though warming from her body heat, keeps her in place. It’s all about belief, if what she’s hearing is correct. Or.. faith, in these ancestors.And you’ll be able to.. Live on, even after a- what, a physical death? Why is the thought of this life, not being all there is, so overwhelmingly comforting, to her?Edwina tilts her head, just a bit. “I.. will you teach me more about them? Starclan.” Is what she deigns as her response to Pumaheart. Edwina will admit, she always got a bit sad, that this life is all there would be, and then just-Poof. Nothing after. How could that be? Such a beautiful world, and a life that’s so long, but all the older cats say is so short. How could that be all there is? Is that all there is, or is this.. Starclan real?The whispers roar, silently somehow, leaving her a bit dizzy, bringing her head to lay on her paws, eyes wide and open. They can’t not be real, if all this is truly happening. Edwina recollets herself, as the other cat answers her other question.“To help.. Rebuild. With all of you?” The sleek, pointed molly echos. She's a bit surprised at the idea that more- other cats, have been called for this. Did they all have the dreams she did? Will- when will she meet them? “You say there’s two.. Clans? Am I- supposed to help both of them? Or just one?” So many questions. She really hopes there’s time.. And patience for them. She’s starting to lose patience herself..It feels like her world got flipped over a couple (many) times and she doesn’t really know what the stars to even do about it. Does she just accept this?At that last bit, Edwina’s ears perk atop her head. Her fur bristling at the long, steady gaze she tries to return to the best of her abilities. “Herbs? Wh- oh! Yes. Yes I do. It’s… sort of what I’m known for, where I come from. Is that.. Part of my job? That explains the title.." She trails off, just a bit. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 18, 2024 18:39:25 GMT -5
Imma be honest replies aren’t getting done today 😔
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Post by soot on Aug 18, 2024 19:17:09 GMT -5
You are all good Feather ;w; take your time!!
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Post by Light on Aug 18, 2024 20:08:19 GMT -5
No worries. ^^ I hope you have a great first day tomorrow!
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Post by asrise on Aug 18, 2024 22:32:27 GMT -5
Vanilla - Twolegplace with Magpie (whispering) “Just over the stream?” Vanilla replied blankly. She didn’t know quite where that was, but she took the loner’s word for it. She remembered moving here last greenleaf, and she’d seen many streams cross by the window then. “Oh, oh! Is it that flat place?” She asked, remembering one of the other kittypets telling her about a place beyond a stream as flat as her housefolk’s lawn, but as wide as the whole Twolegplace. Wouldn’t they get cold there, under that big blue sky? Or hot, if it were greenleaf…“Well, hello Magpie… What are you doing here, since you’re not on your… moor-land?” Vanilla meowed, swishing her tail above her back. What would a wild cat ever be doing in Twolegplace? “Are you having an adventure?” She stepped back a pace, noticing Magpie eyeing her pelt. She probably thinks I’m weak… Other wild cats certainly did. They sneered and hissed at her from the paths outside, trotting on her garden and messing up her housefolk’s flowers when she was warming by the screen door. But Magpie doesn’t seem like those cats, exactly.
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Post by whispering on Aug 19, 2024 11:26:01 GMT -5
Smoke pushed through the snow beside the two mollies, his chin tucked into his chest as he tried to protect himself from the whipping wind. How he missed the forest. Perhaps the trek to twolegplace wouldn't have been as horrible as this. He couldn't begin to fathom how any cat could choose to live in a land with no shelter.
The gray tom made sure to keep his distance. Although the ticked molly had agreed to show him the lungwort, her occasional mutinous glances were enough reminder that she didn't have to like it. The last thing he needed was more wounds to tend to.
The young Creamsicle was far more friendly. Her blue eyes were curious every time their eyes met. He could practically see the questions that brewed inside her head like a hoard of bees hovered over the small molly.
Deciding there had been enough silence, Smoke smiled, opening his jaws to speak, "Sooo, I never did catch your name-" But the older molly had beat him to it, forcing the gray tabby into stunned silence. The only sound the whistling wind and the crunch of their paws in the snow.
"Do you know of a healer named Cinder?"
No one ever asked about Cinder. Not in moons. Not unless Smoke brought her up first. Images of her dark gray fur flashed in his mind. Her deep blue eyes; her dry humor, and low tolerance for nonsense. Hey! Not in front of my kits! The she-cat who had taught him everything he knew, from hunting to identifying herbs and their uses. He smiled softly to himself, maybe he had seen this old molly before.
"Yes, she was my mother," He purred warmly, his tail sticking straight into the air. He felt a rush of pride for his mother. Her legacy was so powerful that even this prickly she-cat once went to her for help. "She taught me everything I know."
"Which I'm very grateful for. She could have just refused to bestow her wisdom and sent me off when I became of age, like most rogues. But she saw something in me. She said I was chosen by the stars to continue her legacy and heal cats." Smoke's green eyes grew cloudy with nostalgia. Was Cinder up in StarClan, watching over him now? Would he ever meet her there again? His heart quickened at the thought. Perhaps one day it would be who would walk in his dreams, expressing how proud she was for the good he was doing for their ancestors.
✰✰✰ Magpie
towlegplace with Vanilla asrise
"I wish," Magpie chuckled, giving her chest a few swift licks, "Unfortunately, it isn't as exciting as that." What a story that would have been. The moorland runner off on an adventure to twolegplace! Some adventure this was. An adventure full of rats and twoleg stink just so she could get by. Not to mention her eternally stained paws.
"In the wild, it's harder to hunt during leafbare, er winter, I think you call it. Sooo, I come here because there's always food around here somewhere."
Twolegs were wasteful creatures. There was always food in their metal-cans, sometimes rotten. But the smell tempted other scavengers which Magpie quickly made use of. Though the black-and-white molly was beginning to miss the taste of the heather-sweet rabbits she'd chase after on the moor over the greasy rats and birds she picked off in alleyways. New-leaf couldn't return fast enough.
"What are you doing here? Isn't it far more comfortable in your twoleg den?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 12:38:32 GMT -5
Gonna do some quick cleaning real quick (mostly just need to clean my rabbit’s blankets and stuff) and then I plan on sitting down and working on replies/updating the front!
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Post by whispering on Aug 19, 2024 12:40:36 GMT -5
^^ take your time feath!
hopefully today has gone good for you!
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 12:44:54 GMT -5
It has! Monday’s my short day so I’m done with classes by noon, and the two classes I had today I’ve already had the professors so it’s super chill
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Post by asrise on Aug 19, 2024 13:48:52 GMT -5
Vanilla - Twolegplace with Magpie (whispering)
“Uh, well it is. But… I like to be out here, meet new cats, see new things.” Vanilla mewed, scuffing her paw on the snow. “Life’s not just about surviving for me. That’s what you wild cats are missing.” She stepped a little closer to Magpie, wrinkling her nose. The black and white molly smelled sort of like garbage, she couldn’t lie. And her paws are filthy! Why do wild cats insist that they’re so much better than me for playing around in the dirt like this? But she still wanted to help Magpie out. She seemed nice, after all. “I have plenty of food at home… Do you want to share?” Vanilla knew her housefolk spoiled her rotten… she had been getting a little heavier lately. But whenever she wanted more food, she got it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 16:21:51 GMT -5
oh, hey soot , how old do we wanna say the savannah sisters are? i've got sarabi added, i just don't have an age for her put down yet~ high key headcanon that nayo and trash bag tom are so in love with one another that it's sick, like i know they live off somewhere else with a breeder but like,,, they're soulmates, absolutely in love with one another |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 16:26:24 GMT -5
Percy »
In the midst of twolegplace there was no need to be quiet while on the hunt for prey. Any source of live food for a cat would be used to loud noises and odd mutterings, while anything else edible was already dead and only needed to be found and taken. It was a relief knowing that he didn’t have to crouch and stalk through the maze that was twolegplace, but Percy knew this wasn’t the ideal place for him. His home belonged out there in the woods, where the wind whispered through the trees and clear water snaked through the brush. A trip to the twolegplace every now and then never hurt, but making this a permanent home… Percy shuddered at the thought. Cats who made this place their home had a whole other type of courage that Percy did not.
He looked just ahead at Frazzle, respect shining in his eyes. This tom appeared quite a bit younger than Percy himself, but he held a courage in him that Percy never would.
By the stars he was really starting to like this tom. Made him feel like he was with an old friend or a member of his family.
As the two traveled through the alleyways Percy listened to Frazzle’s harrowing tale, honestly falling deeper into the story than he thought he would. The orange and white tabby was on a critical mission, he had no time to waste, but the thought that he could spare just a little bit to relax and indulge in this story was growing ever heavier on his mind. It wasn’t like they weren’t doing anything. They were still walking through twolegplace searching for prey or twoleg fresh-kill. Percy was being productive. He could allow himself to become entranced in this story.
… But could he really let himself be taken away for even just a second? Smoke was out on the moors searching for an herb Percy had already forgotten the name off. Poppy was laying in a nest fighting for her life. His relaxed shoulders suddenly tensed back up. At any other time he would have cut up and played along with Frazzle, but they had crossed paths during a bad time. Percy had to be serious, and he wasn’t too fond of being serious.
He did manage a laugh or two throughout Frazzle’s tale. Percy had to admit that the younger tom had a way with words that Percy himself didn’t have.
All of a sudden Frazzle was back onto the topic of stars. That wasn’t surprising given the fact that Percy had referred to himself as one upon rescuing Frazzle, but now the tom was edging so very close to the idea of StarClan, of talking stars and how it sounded so silly.
Percy’s mind once again drifted back to Smoke. Smoke believed in talking stars. Smoke believed in stars who did more than shine.
And after meeting Smoke and finding Pumaheart, Percy was beginning to realize that the stars were more than just bright circles in the sky.
The twoleg kit nearby was nothing but a peripheral sight to Percy as he stepped along closer to Frazzle, their pelts brushing. Did Frazzle know anything about StarClan? Had he heard talk about the two Clans who had once dominated both woodland and moorland? There was only one way to find out.
Percy drew in a breath of the cold air before asking, ”Frazzle, have you ever heard of StarClan before?”
Laika »
A flick of the ears was all she gave Leo to acknowledge his words. If she were to get this mouse, if she were to show that she was capable to Leo, then she had to concentrate. She had to focus. Which was so much easier said than done for Laika.
Daydreaming had always been a problem for the young tabby. Even as a young kit still nestled against her mother for warmth, she had been lost in her thoughts more often than not. Her mother would try to teach her, her siblings would try to play, but she was too busy lost in her mind, wandering her thoughts, and exploring her dreams. Sometimes she wondered just how much she had missed when she had still been with her siblings and her mother. Perhaps she should have spent more time memorizing their faces and voices. Perhaps she should have spent more time working on that crouch her mother had tried teaching her. Maybe she would have learned something valuable in the few moons she had been with her mother, those few moons before the farming humans had come to her old twoleg den, scooped her up, and brought her to the barn.
Laika had never seen her family since then. But she didn’t mind. It didn’t bother her that much. Besides, she had a new family. Here she had Alice and Wonder and Heather and so many more! And of course she had Leo. Her Leo.
If she was ever going to officially make him hers then she needed to prove to him that she could provide just as well as he could.
Small paws delicately slid over the hay that covered the barn’s flooring. She made no sound as she walked closer and closer to where the scent of mice was coming from. Ears swiveled this way and that, eventually picking up the sounds of scuffling and squeaking. Her maw watered. She was so close, they had to be right there…
A head appeared from under a bed of straw. Black beady eyes scanned the area, a pink nose twitching. Two large ears, round and alert, swiveled atop the mouse’s head. Laika froze. She had not been spotted, but if she wanted to remain that way she needed to wait.
And wait she did. Just as the mouse turned its back toward her, Laika pushed off from her hind legs and pounced. Satisfaction danced inside her as her paws met with the soft warmth of the mouse’s pelt. Claws unsheathed and with a quick movement of her head Laika sank her fangs into the mouse’s neck where she was swift in ending its life. Pride surged through her as she lifted her head high, her catch hanging limply from her jaws. She had done it! She had caught a mouse! Oh, Leo was going to be so happy! Speaking of Leo…
Just as she turned to make her way back to the ginger tabby, a second mouse darted forward and right into Laika’s path. Briefly startled she jumped back, but finding her footing and realizing what was happening she charged forward, ears placed back on her head and paws stretching out. She managed to swat at the mouse, the rodent going off balance just long enough for her to catch up and snap the mouse’s neck with a strategically placed claw into its neck. She paused to look at the creature, limp and still warm. It hadn’t been the cleanest catch, but she had managed it all the same. And just like that, she had two mice to bring back to Leo.
Her purrs as loud as thunder she shifted the mice to fit into her jaws and quickly made her way back to Leo. Once atop the hay bale with the tom she set her catches down, green eyes blazing with joy. ”Did you see that, Leo? I got two!” Her tail waved happily in the air as she kneaded the ground with excitement, chest swelling. Never once did she move her eyes off Leo, eagerly waiting his response.
[ leo is such a little shit, i love him so much ;w; ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 16:27:47 GMT -5
Pumaheart »
Pumaheart dipped her head in approval. This molly was a quick learner it seemed. StarClan had chosen well. ”Of course I will. It’s my duty as the Clans’ warden to teach their ways to all who show interest in rebuilding. I am the last known descendent of the Clans who still holds the knowledge of their ways and traditions, but I intend on changing that. It is StarClan’s will that the Clans return, and for them to return knowledge must be shared.” From the moment she had been born her role in life was to help guide the cats who would come in search of the Clans. The knowledge her mother had passed down to her was not meant for one cat alone, but for multiple. Meant for a whole Clan full of cats. A moon had passed since she had last spoken with Kuta, Smoke, and Percy. She awaited for their arrival once more, curious and eager to know if they had been successful in finding more cats to recruit. More cats to bring here so that Pumaheart could spread more knowledge.
Her paws flexed ardently upon the cave floor below. Hopefully soon there would be enough cats to being the true process of bringing the Clans back. Hopefully soon they could begin to take back their rightful territories and establish their leaders, deputies, medicine cats, and warriors. Though Pumaheart was already quite sure who the medicine cats would be.
The healer of the gardens sat before her, questions falling from her tongue like dove feathers. Pumaheart smiled. ”We must all come together first. For both Clans to thrive we need to help each other establish ranks and borders. Over time cats will drift into one of the two Clans - those who prefer chasing rabbits and lounging in the heather will join what was once EtherClan. Cats who fancy hiding in brambles and stalking mice will become part of SylvanClan. No choices will be made just yet, but it’s something to start asking yourself about.” The moor or the forest. Where did this healer’s heart belong? Pumaheart was not one to make assumptions, but she was sure she could feel the unbridled breeze of the moor flowing off this young molly’s pelt.
A healer for EtherClan and a healer for SylvanClan. This molly and Smoke. A Clan was nothing without their medicine cats, and it seemed as if the medicine cat roles were already being filled.
”Each Clan had a cat known as the medicine cat. Sometimes there was one per Clan, sometimes two, every now and then three, or even more, but each Clan always needs at least one. They are the cat who heals and oversees the health of their Clanmates. Beyond that, they are also the bridge between the living and the dead. A medicine cat’s connection to StarClan is strong, so strong that the ancestors bestow upon them prophecies and omens. As a medicine cat you interpret these messages and have knowledge of what is to come. But do not worry, you have a whole Clan who will support you and help with these messages. The Clan leader and medicine cat should always work closely together so that these messages are heard and acted upon accordingly.” The role of medicine cat was a huge responsibility. Cats relied on their healers and sometimes it was the medicine cat who held more power than the Clan leader. It was a lot, and only certain cats could stomach the reality of it all, but something about this sleek feline made Pumaheart feel at ease.
It was then that it occurred to her that she only knew this molly as the healer. Pumaheart cursed herself silently for not having thought of asking her name before now. ”I apologize for the lateness of this question, but what should I refer to you as? I’m sure your name isn’t Healer of the Gardens.” If it was then Pumaheart would be sorely mistaken in her assumption, but very seldom did a cat have a name longer than just one or two words.
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Post by Myst on Aug 19, 2024 16:31:35 GMT -5
Oh Nayo and Trash Bag Tom are absolutely that couple - head over heels from day one, inseparable
They have to be seen at the vet together because they seem so sad when they’re apart
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2024 16:33:16 GMT -5
they're always together, never apart
nayo is just this super tall lady and trash bag tom is probably like
the size of a kitten compared to her, but he looks up at her with such admiration in his eyes
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Post by Myst on Aug 19, 2024 16:39:37 GMT -5
Lowkey that’s so accurate honestly
He can probably stand at full height under her
And I love it for them so much
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