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Post by soot on Aug 19, 2024 21:01:24 GMT -5
Of course! If you want I just posted all my cats up above if you wanna take a look, see if any are interesting? I can let you know if any are available for certain things! And I’ll take a looksi through yours, see if I think anything could work good ^^
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Post by whispering on Aug 19, 2024 21:06:32 GMT -5
ill finish all my replies seriously this time in the morning!
heh getting into leo’s toxic side is so fun xp
and in down to have some kits going to the barn! for the kit i have planned i thought maybe she’s not happy in etherclan and leaves willingly, but then she also isn’t happy with leo(😭 the poor bastard) and misses her siblings and the friends she made
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Post by soot on Aug 19, 2024 21:19:02 GMT -5
..I feel so bad asking this constantly ;w; What's the backstory going on there, Whispering? If it's alright to ask ^^'
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Post by whispering on Aug 19, 2024 21:36:46 GMT -5
ofc!
leo’s very possessive and has very twisted beliefs of relationships and hierarchies, and the red flags will become more prominent the further Leo and Laika develops their relationship. Eventually, she’ll get pregnant and she’ll feel more strongly that she doesn’t want to raise her kits with Leo and flee to EtherClan. Thus worsening the relations between the farm cats and EtherClan leading to a battle that will ultimately lead to Laika’s death
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Post by Light on Aug 19, 2024 23:54:25 GMT -5
(I'll try and get up responses tomorrow night. ^^)
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Post by soot on Aug 20, 2024 0:44:10 GMT -5
Ooo, okay, that is very interesting, and sad. Very sad .v. I'm trying to collect all the lore from everyone, pfft. I suppose if there's any kit slots open I might take one ^^ But that's very interesting, we have.. a decent few of toxic relationships on here don't we ;-; Is she having the kits before she joins Etherclan, or after?
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Post by soot on Aug 20, 2024 0:44:37 GMT -5
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 5:00:02 GMT -5
I think she’ll have the kits once in etherclan, and the kit spots are open if anybody wants one! It’ll still be a while before they’re born but ^^
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Post by soot on Aug 20, 2024 10:34:26 GMT -5
Gotcha, I was just double checking if Edwina would be there or not ^^! That'll be very interesting to play out. And we'll see, I already have I think 10 characters, plus kits I'll be playing as?? So I might because I'd be very tempted, we shall see!
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 11:10:34 GMT -5
Pumaheart »
Once again Pumaheart had to acknowledge just how much all of this was to a cat new to these words and concepts. This pointed molly was being swiftly thrust into an entirely different world, where cats lived together and helped one another, where the stars spoke and guided those who were still alive. It was a lot, even for a cat who had grown up with this knowledge and these concepts, but even with that, Pumaheart had never lived as a Clan cat. She had no leader, no deputy, no warriors. At the end of the day, she was still just a rogue. A rogue with knowledge and a rogue with a destiny, but a rogue nonetheless. Once the Clans were brought back and established, Pumaheart knew she herself would have a lot to learn, a lot to adapt to.
But all that would happen in time. She could prepare herself.
However, it was more important to her that she prepare the others first. This was a whole new world to them. For Pumaheart, this was what she had always known.
The large ticked tabby shook her head. ”An important question with a much needed answer,” she mewed smoothly, the words tumbling off her tongue with ease. It was odd, she thought, how most cats with little to no interaction outside of their own thoughts would have trouble with forming sentences and keeping others entertained with just words, but Pumaheart found it so simple, so easy, to speak. She had no problems with those who found it difficult, but she wondered if StarClan had always kept their eye on her, had guided her with the gift of speech. That would have to be something she thanked her ancestors for tonight before she lay in her nest and took to slumber. ”You will become two separate entities for the most part once territories are established, but despite different territories we are all Clan cats at our core. To survive the Clans must be willing to help one another in times of need. If SylvanClan falls, so does EtherClan, and vice versa. To have loyalty to your Clan is a strength, but it’s also a show of strength to help those who need it regardless of allegiance.” Of course, the two Clans had not always been so keen on helping one another in the past. Pumaheart could recall many a story that her mother would tell her of how the two Clans would be at war with one another. That leaders would order their warriors to cross the border to cause harm rather than to help. Cats were born with teeth and claws for a reason, but some cats were too eager to expose their weapons.
Once again the large feline nodded. The healer was right. Being a medicine cat was a taxing job, but a necessary one. She could never imagine herself in that role, but she could imagine just how heavy the responsibilities were. ”It is a lot,” she agreed. ”Which is why it takes a special cat to do that job, and I believe you have what it takes. StarClan would not have guided you here if they didn’t believe in your abilities.”
Edwina. Quite an interesting name. It sounded elegant and poised, sleek like this molly, but as Edwina continued on, Pumaheart had to agree. Edwina did not completely fit this young feline. ”Names are very important to Clan cats. Using my name as an example, when I was born, I was known as Pumakit. Once I reached six moons of age, I was ready to begin my training, and this I became Pumapaw. When my mother deemed me ready to take on the responsibilities of a warrior, or in my special case, the warden, I was gifted my warrior name. Warrior names are different depending on the cat. My mother named me -heart in honor of my dedication and loyalty whereas my mother was named Eaglesong, who, gifted by her father, was named in honor of her diplomacy and storytelling.” Pumaheart took a long look toward Edwina, scoping her features, analyzing each strand of fur on her pelt, acknowledging the color of her eyes, memorizing the way she held herself. ”When a kit is born, they are named after something they resemble or express. A brown tabby may be named something like Brownkit, Dustkit, or Lizardkit. A calico could be named Spottedkit, Daisykit, or Tigerkit. Warrior names are given based on the qualities they have earned over their training, or a certain physical trait that makes them stand out. A kit born as Deerkit may become Deertail if they have a long tail.” She paused, taking a moment to allow the information to settle. ”The parents give the kits their name, while the leader is who gives them their warrior name.” Her head tilted to the side as she once again scrutinized Edwina, noticing the subtle shift of cream to brown, noticing the shine in her clear blue eyes. ”There are a lot of names that could be chosen for you, Edwina. Perhaps something like Oakmask, Owlfade, Sedgefrost, or Mallowleaf. But Clan names can wait. You have time to figure out who you really are and where you stand in relation to the Clans.” Pumaheart would offer suggestions if asked, but she had no authority when it came to names. Cats could either choose for themselves, or perhaps StarClan themselves would come down from the stars and bestow upon their chosen group warrior names. Only time would tell.
Time and patience would tell.
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 20, 2024 15:06:39 GMT -5
Feathertalon I am working on some starters for my new kitties so I have Amber to Finch and Alice, right?
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 20, 2024 15:27:22 GMT -5
Yup! And to Kite as well, who is asrise ‘s kit from the Alice litter c: |
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Post by Myst on Aug 20, 2024 20:42:22 GMT -5
YES HELLO HI
REPLIES DEFINITELY INCOMING TONIGHT
EVEN IF IT KILLS ME
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 20, 2024 20:47:24 GMT -5
I had last minute stuff to do so I might have time for replies tommrow .
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Post by Myst on Aug 20, 2024 20:48:53 GMT -5
no worries!! also while I'm thinking on it - for Dew and Tracker, are you waiting on my reply? I know I replied to Tracker's starter but I just wanna check on if I missed your next reply
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 20, 2024 20:56:46 GMT -5
no worries!! also while I'm thinking on it - for Dew and Tracker, are you waiting on my reply? I know I replied to Tracker's starter but I just wanna check on if I missed your next reply Unless I missed something I think I have to do Tracker’s reply ahh how do I have so many at once! lol |
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Post by Myst on Aug 20, 2024 20:57:33 GMT -5
okay got it! I just wanted to double-check - do you want me to quote it here so it's easier to find when you get the chance for replies? I have to go search for everything I owe so I don't mind c:
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Post by Myst on Aug 20, 2024 21:07:56 GMT -5
okay I have to give my cat the attention he's desperate for, and THEN replies are incoming
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Post by Light on Aug 20, 2024 22:22:38 GMT -5
 CottonLocation: Moor With: Creamsicle and Smoke ( Feathertalon and whispering ) The icy cold wind was unpleasant, to say the least. Cotton was used to all sorts of weather on the moor, but she knew this year was worse than most. Had she known they’d be delayed like this, she might have left Creamsicle back in the den. Stars, she wanted to be back in her cozy underground home. Her short prickled fur hated the cold weather, and her body radiated far too much heat this time of year. It expended her energy far too quickly. She was pleased at least that Creamsicle was staying close. She spared a moment amidst her balancing in the deep snow to give the kit a reassuring tap with her thin brown tail. She took a brief moment to look away from the healer to blink down at the kit with a softer gaze (though still harsh looking by normal standards), a blink that approved and promised protection come what may~ be it renegade self-proclaimed healers, or raging storm. Cotton didn’t even flinch when her words came out at the same time as the grey tom. No hesitation. The old molly had decided what she was going to say, and a few words from some random healer wasn’t going to change that. Besides, as much as she appreciated some manner of etiquette, she no longer had any patience for the delicate dance of stepping over one another’s words. Regardless of the timing~ after she spoke, she could clearly see the shock on Smoke’s face, further accentuated by the sudden halt of his words. Her expression folded in suspicion. Judging by that reaction, he must know the good healer. His words confirmed it. Cotton’s eyes widened, her hostility seeming to vanish (or at least lessen considerably) for a moment. Her foot fell through the crust of snow on her next step and the old molly hissed as she pulled her aching body back up. Mouse-dung! Starforsake this cold. Starforsake her old bones. Starforsake this impromptu situation. When Cotton got back to her paws, she whipped her yellow gaze back to Smoke. They were so intense upon him and his answer, her eyes nearly seemed alight with fire. “-WAS your mother?” She half-croaked, half-growled. Never mind everything else he rambled on about; Smoke being Cinder’s son was shocking enough and already raised her opinion of him considerably, but something about the way he said it bothered her immensely. If Cinder hadn’t disowned him and she ‘was’ his mother, then it could only be… Stars no. May it not be so.~~~  FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) “Eh? Star-what now?” Frazzle looked at Percy as if he had something most peculiar growing out of his head. He pranced along the sidewalk nonetheless, his fluffy tail held high and swaying from side to side by a short margin. “I’ve heard the odd story here and there. Of cats who- I dunno… like thank them for food and stuff. I mean- they are pretty cool, all sparkly in the sky and all. And how they are kinda like… good luck?” A lopsided grin grew onto his face and he tilted it in Percy’s direction. “I suppose you would know all about it, STAR Percy.”(Pardon the shorter post. I’ll probably have them arrive next post.) |
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Post by Myst on Aug 21, 2024 0:51:20 GMT -5
 Milo -- The Treeline | With Zinnia - soot The tom hummed his agreement. Most would agree in saying the cold season wasn't the greatest to go wandering about. And he wouldn't. Wandering about the woods at this time of year could not only get himself injured or sick, but Milo imagined that it would make the wildcats days harder. The birds didn't frequent his garden often around this time, so he could only imagine hunting became that much hard. For him to just traipse about the trees and undergrowth knowing he had a safe warm den and food to return to just didn't sit right with him. The warmer seasons however...
Yes, he'd certainly get his fill then.
For now, though, he'd get a small venture. To the trees, then right back home. See his companion off, then perch later tonight to ensure he returned the same way he went - unharmed. Chilled, but unharmed. Fluffing his pelt against the cold, he watched as Zinnia got up himself, working some warmth back into his legs before they left. "I'd hope not - I imagine it ain't much fun," he mewed, amusement lacing his words. No cat wanted to freeze. Not any that he'd met, anyway.
With that in mind, the tabby fell into step as the other tom got moving. Just the same as earlier, he kept his distance. Maybe a tail-length or so away from the other so as to respect the space he suspected was desired. It hardly occurred to him that the path they cut across the land kept them away from any potentially new companions from joining them. No, he was more focused on not losing his travel companion, drinking in new stimulus as they grew closer to their destination.
Neatly manicured grass gave way to native plants, dry and brittle with he cold but intriguing to him nonetheless. It was also quiet outside the sound of their paws on the ground. He hadn't expected that, but it made sense. The silence was... serene. Delicate but calming any rising nerves he may have had about venturing out this way again so soon. Perhaps welcoming was the word for it - it assured him that he was welcome here, in someway. Promising him a good stay should he move into the trees.
But he wouldn't. Before long the pair was stopping and he was being thanked. At the words, a quiet purr thrummed in Milo's throat as he nodded. "Happens when you get caught up with the likes of me - I've been known to make cats forget just how long we've been talkin'." It wouldn't be the first time another lost track of time with him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. "Glad yer blood is pumpin' - figure you should keep movin'. Don't know much 'bout livin' out here, but I'd bet there's competition for food 'round this season." For just a moment, green eyes shifted to look past Zinnia and into the bare trees. He was met with silence. It called to him, begged him to learn it's secrets and stay within them. He wanted to go with him. Once the moment passed, though, he came back to himself and refocused on the cat before him. "Y'ain't gotta stop an' talk with me again, but don't be surprised to see me on the fence. I like to make sure everyone gets home safe. Y'know where to find me though - I'll see you 'round?" The last bit was more of a question, accented by a slight tip of the head, and his eyes were a little hopeful. Hopeful, but not expectant. He wasn't sure what it was, but this tom intrigued him. Not like other new friends but something...else. He wasn't sure yet, but he knew he wouldn't mind meeting him again.
 Honey -- The Forest | With Shadow - runningsky123 The tom made quite the point - over the past moon it seemed he would head home later and later, even if he didn't necessarily stay in her dwelling the entire time. If being on his own was truly the only thing that had been stopping him from changing his living situation, then it made sense that he may consider it. At least just a bit. These thoughts just joined her circling thoughts, and for some reason they all just frustrated her. While she loved them dearly, she'd left there family to escape being told what to do and having limiters put on her. The idea of living with a group just felt like being held back.
The irony was lost on Honey, however. Mere thoughts were enough to hold her back from making a proper catch. Her vision was unfocused and the warm scent of prey was lost on it. Senses rushed back to her attention at the sound of what should have been her catch squeaking. Blue eyes focused in time to see her midnight colored companion finishing off the poor rodent before returning to drop it in front of her. How long had her mind stolen her away?
A question was posed, and despite expecting it she molly released a quiet sigh as she thought on how to articulate just what the issue had been. "It was - I just can't get my mind around this 'Clan' business." she started, raising herself up to sit on her haunches. "I'll be honest, it irritates me. Living with more than one or two other cats seems suffocating to me. Plus, where would they go? What about the cats carved out homes for themselves here?" She couldn't help but frown a little at the thought. Whoever thought they could force her from her patch of land had another thing coming.
"They'll take my territory over my dead body." The word's were huffed indignantly, as if the trees themselves would hear her and give this message to the storage cats trying to get groups together.
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Post by Myst on Aug 21, 2024 0:51:37 GMT -5
  Bo & Alecto -- Farm House | With Spark - runningsky123 Truthfully, he'd been expecting a puppy. A true pup - fumbling walk, hardly knows their front from there tail, only just starting to be acclimated to the presence of livestock. To be met with a nearly full grown dog was unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome. The upside to getting a dog closer to being full grown was that it was more likely that she was already used to the other animals she'd live around. Bo immediately confirmed this was the case when he approached her, moving in a tight circle around her as he sniffed here and there. The scent of a farm was unmistakable and new all at once - bulls, goats, sheep, this was all to be expected. Yet, the smells held a note of unknown. A very specific note that told him whatever animals she been around were not part of his herd.
Alecto remained still, body a bit tense as the largest of the pair circled her, offering a nod to the other. "Spark, got it." As the larger dog came around her front to rejoin Spark, she couldn't help but shift a bit on her paws. If she had to guess, he ran the show.
"Name's Bo," he finally greeted, giving himself a light shake of his own. "Been a while since we got a new dog - you done any guarding before this?"
A grin with a quick nod was her immediate answer. "Yep! I like to think I got all the basics down - round the fences, don't chase the livestock, be alert for any alarm calls, all that good stuff. Can't imagine there's much else to learn~" Of this, she was quite sure. Or, mostly sure, that is. After all, her previous pack hadn't really given her much else to work with in terms of either lessons nor corrections. So, to her that meant she'd learned it all.
It earned a warm chuckle from Bo as he turned dark eyes to Spark. "She reminds me of yourself when you first came home," the older canine mused. Spark had always been such a fitting name - he was always energized and ready to go. Looking back to their newest recruit, he continued, "We'll start with showin' you around and go from there, hm?"
 Kuta -- Base of the Mountains | With Gray Sky - whispering He paused briefly - very briefly - when the tabby raised a paw for him. The fact that he was nearly talking a mile a minute was more or less lost on him. The motion hadn't been, however, as he received it often from his sisters before leaving home. So he'd answered in earnest, which was really the only way he knew how. In turn, he received what seemed to him a disproportionately negative reaction. rising hackles and pinned ears were quickly earned, and Kuta couldn't help the way he receded ever so slightly as his own ears flattened toward his own skull a bit.
Clan talks really hadn't been his goal today, really, they hadn't. But it'd been on his mind, so he'd voiced it. Sure, he knew that it hadn't gone too well last time they met, but the distrust he received seemed unprecedented. So were the questions between lobbed at him. "N-no! I just wanted to talk about it - maybe ask why it upset you so much before... We don't have to, though." While his voice was generally level, this was the first time it was clear that he was aware that a line had been crossed. Grin shifted into a minor grimace, ears nearly flat and out to the side, a shift in his weight that lead to one paw being slightly lifted. Yes, he was hyper aware that he'd said something wrong here. What he'd initially thought to be general dislike was something deeper and not for him to know.
Tension had seized his muscles for a moment, but as Gray Sky seemed to... think something over, he drew a slow breath for himself. Perhaps it was only a moment's upset and it would pass. After all, he was still sat here in front of him. Mewed words reached tall ears and further assured him that it'd only been a burst of anger. Lifting his ears, Kuta relaxed a little a slight grin worked it was back across his maw. "I'll take it!" No stranger to compromise, he stood up, rocking his weight back briefly to stretch his front legs.
After a moment, the savannah cat was standing tall once more and visibly recovered from the outburst. "Haven't been out here long, maybe only one moon cycle? But there's tons of prey! Lots of birds, rabbits, little weasel-looking things - c'mon~" There wasn't a second's hesitation as he turned to trot back off into the grasses, clearly eager to get their little hunting trip started.
(I didn't know if we wanted to go full hunting or just Kuta showing him around the moor soooo I stopped here and can either wait till the next reply or edit this one to have more in it once we decide c: )
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 21, 2024 10:51:55 GMT -5
Flame Location: The Stream With: Wila ( Feathertalon) “This way.”, Flame said, nodding away from the fence. “Shadow said you can’t see it from the fenceline, and that you have to just follow the stream.”, he said, before turning to look back up at Wila. Maybe he shouldn’t have shared that story about Shadow’s friend. Probably not the best thing to use to convince Wila to keep going on their adventure. “We can head back if you want. I’m alright going to the forest again today.”, he offered, not wanting to push her to going out to the moor if she wasn’t ready. Shadow Location: The Forest With: Honey ( Myst) “I’m sure they won’t just take over everyone’s territory.”, Shadow said. “There’s plenty of room out here for all of you.”, he said. “Besides, I’m sure some will join them, so they’ll have their territory to add in.”, he said. He doubted these ‘Clans’ would ruffle feathers that quickly by taking territory from the loners spread out around the forest and moor. It didn’t seem a good strategy. Besides, it sounded like they were recruiting from the loners, from what Honey had said. Best not to piss off the cats you wanted to have join you. He wasn’t surprised Honey didn’t seem enthused by the idea. Sure, she enjoyed his company here and there, but she was definitely a fiercely independent cat, he’d seen that much in his visits. Spark Location: The Farm With: Bo and Alecto ( Myst) Spark couldn’t help the soft chuff of laughter at her mention of there not being much else to learn. He knew for a fact that wasn’t true. Sure, he wasn’t a guard dog, but he knew it wasn’t all just watching for outside threats. He’d seen Bo break up plenty of fights between the sheep to know it was also making sure they didn’t harm themselves. His ears pinned back ever so slightly at Bo’s comment. “I can’t have been that green.”, he said indignantly, though he knew it was probably true. He’d only been a few months old when he’d come here, and while most of his training was done by the farmer, he’d learned more than a few things from Bo. He stretched slightly at the mention of showing her around, before he stood up, shaking himself again, but waited for Bo to take the lead. The three of them might be a team, but Bo was definitely the boss. He’d been here longer, he was bigger, and he was just a good leader. |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 21, 2024 13:38:27 GMT -5
Amber ~ barn ~ finch, Alice, kite ~ (Feathertalon , asrise ) Amber Smiled at her brother at he approached, "Hi Finch!", she peeped from over Alice's tail that still stuck out strait from their recent scare. "Wolf, are you alright?" She asked the clumsy tom giggling slightly. "Yup! I'm good." even though his tail stuck up straight he glanced around embarrassed feeling ridiculous he trudged to the barn entrance ready to hunt, not that he was any good at it. Amber play tackled her brother completely forgetting about her frustration, "Got you! I'm an evil rouge grr." she giggled
How do you center text by the way?////
Callie ~ twolegplace ~ open for interaction
Callie trotted along a fence following the scent of her twoleg nest for breakfast. She had just been out in the forrest to clear her head after the two twoleg kits started picking her up and bonking her flanks into hard objects. Callie was a loving twoleg companion and instead of biting or scratching to defend herself she runs away to go on a walk. Sometimes she even visits friends at the barn. Callie and some other kittypets think of her as brave but if you are a rouge or loner you look on a different level of things and call what callie finds brave, a simple walk. At the right of her collar bell Callie's twoleg family came to open the door and she enjoyed her dinner peacefully.
Tracker ~ moor ~ dew (Myst )
Tracker flicked his tail grinning, "i'm fine. How are you?" Tracker tried fixing his posture to make himself look as fine as he really was, the truth is he wasn't too fine... He felt lonely and board for one and his throat had been bothering him for a few days now. What she says is true I do love the mornings. "I've been a little board and lonely out here is the truth. I think i'm gonna pay a visit to the barn, I haven't been over their in a while..." His voice trailed off seeing his Friend's gaze pierce him concern in her eyes. "Really i-i'm fine!"
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Post by soot on Aug 21, 2024 13:49:54 GMT -5
Feathertalon ^^ Would you be up for an interaction with Sarabi and Rami?
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Post by soot on Aug 21, 2024 14:09:59 GMT -5
Edwina
------------------------------------ Words seemed to be simple for Pumaheart, and flowing, like a rivers gentle trickle of water. Smooth, and running by rocks of anxiety, or lack of knowing how to word sentences or thoughts with practiced, natural ease. Edwina still feel’s like she’s struggling to even understand her own feelings on this entire- thing in the first place!Her tail straightens, curling a moment later. So these clans.. “So- a bit like a balance? You..can’t have one without the other.” She says, “I think I kind of get that. At the Barn- we all did our own work, pulled our own weight. I helped all the sick or injured acts.. And changing nests. Helping any kits. Even sometimes helping with the dogs, not too often though.” Edwina explains, ears perking.It makes sense- Edwina.. doesn’t think she would be the biggest fan of just.. What. Maybe someday seeing a cat in need, in a differing group and refusing to help them because of allegiance? Edwina’s helped plenty of cats she never really liked purely cause she felt she had to. It does make her a bit curious.. If both these Clans fell long ago. Etherclan, and Sylvanclan. What happened?She’s sure the confusion is a bit visible in her eyes, but she blinks it away. And focuses on the hardships it seems come with being a.. What- Medicine cat?Edwina breathes out, slow and warm, her nose scrunching at the cold that’s left after her warm breath. “W- what, me?” Now she’s surprised, her head lifted, and ears flickering. “I- thought.. Oh.” That explains the question of herbs Pumaheart asked a bit ago..Well it suddenly feels like a much more crushing job, if she believes it’s Edwina’s rightful role. “I.. guess we won’t know, If I never try. I’ve.. always- well, I think it’s them, I always thought I heard whispers. Dreams.. Guiding me. I guess they’ve been preparing me some, for this, even if I didn’t know it..” She says, though her shoulders bunch some, close to her cheeks, the fur puffing up.Won’t know until you try.On the subject of names, she listens carefully, head tilted.That was a whole lot of tradition, and a bit confusing to wrap her head around. You start as.. kit, then paw, then- whatever your warrior name might be? That.. well that sorta lines up. She’s just always known cats to have chosen a name for themself, or keeping the ones their parents gave them.“Your.. mother. She had a beautiful name. It seems like it could’ve fit you, too.” Edwina says, a bit shyly, thought genuinely. “I suppose- we’ll see until then? Edwina works for now. I think.” She does carefully pause though, Edwina thinking.“Who are the leaders? Have they been chosen- or.. Guided here yet?” Edwina figures that’s a reasonable question. If she herself is to be a medicine cat.. Someone oughta be chosen for leader, right? |
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Post by soot on Aug 21, 2024 14:29:34 GMT -5
Zinnia
The Treeline -|- With Milo ( Myst ) -------------------------------------- Zinnia was glad for the stretch of his legs, Milo was definitely right, getting moving helps keep warm. His paws sure as stars aren’t warm by any means, but his legs, and core feel.. a little less on the path to being plain frozen.His pelt still fluffs up, short, coarse and sleek fur bristled, as he turned to the tom, to give him thanks, and appreciation. The forest certainly brought a sense of ease to Andy. The reassurance of not having to sleep with an eye peeked open, or hidden away without fear of someone or something unwanted finding him and-Cutting him off early.His paws scraped against the snowy, cold ground with more happy ease than with the Twolegs creation of scratchy, painful asphalt ground. Doesn’t leave him with cracked paw pads.Zinnia’s ears flick, staring a bit oddly at this strange tom. “Uh- I suppose it happens..” He says, a bit belatedly. Some cats- well, he’s had times he’s just gotten distracted, or invested in conversation enough it’s long past when he’d planned on leaving, or doing something. One of those conversations with more goodbyes involved than hello’s before you wind up actually getting to what you’d originally planned.Chattering quietly, he does nod an affirmative at that, “You would be quite right, about that. Prey isn’t the most abundant until the melt.” He replies, an ear quirked. He’s glad this tom isn’t quite as horrified by the wilds. Seems downright invested- drawn to it, really.He’s had a few fellow kittpyets ask him about how cats like him even survive with no humans to provide food. He does occasionally remind them they have claws and teeth for a reason, but alas, he refrains most of the time. Zinnia blinks, watching as Milo quietly stares off at the forest, like it’s a bright light in the middle of the night, beaming, and calling.He fumbles a bit, “Uh- yeah. I come around often enough from the Treeline.. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d see me.” Zinnia feels only a bit stupid after saying that, but nods. “Sure, yeah. I’ll stop by if I see you. Feel free to shout a hello if you see me.” He-Regrets that only partially. The look in the toms eyes makes it less like a dreadful thing he’d slipped up and said, and actually like it might not be the absolute worst to maybe speak with this cat again.Hopefully, oh stars. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 21, 2024 17:36:17 GMT -5
Magpie 
twolegplace with vanilla asrise
Magpie's whiskers twitched in amusement. This kittypet was sure strange. Not many kittypets liked rogues. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd been greeted with dirty looks and disgusted hisses. No cat living such a pristine life wanted anything to do with a mangy stray like her. Except for Vanilla. Did she think her life was interesting? Well, she had to. Anything's better than being couped up with a twoleg!
"It's not all about surviving. On the moor, I get to run, and chase rabbits, sleep beneath the stars, and collect lilac petals and heathers for my nest, and..." Her voice faltered when she felt Vanilla's gaze eyeing her dirt-ridden feet.
"Hey, I'm not always so gritty, you know?" Did she think she was another greedy, selfish stray? So wound up in finding her next meal, that she didn't care about her appearance? "These streets are just so filthy! I'd never been this dirty on the moor." Newleaf couldn't come any faster. She didn't need the kittypets thinking she was like the twolegplace cats!
"Oh, you would do that? Won't your twolegs be mad? Some twolegs leave out mush for cats- it kinda taste like fresh-kill but not really- and I never get my full share because there's always some mouse-heart there claiming it as there's."
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Luck. It appeared that Laika had luck on her side. Leo watched unmoving as Laika snuck and caught the mouse, a second making a mad dash soon after. And just like that, she swiftly turned to make her second kill.
For a second, the ginger tom's watchful gaze turned sour. Full of rage. He had fully believed that Laika would fail her task and that he would swoop in and prove himself once more, as he did time and time again. He knew her mousing could use work, that it was subpar compared to that of the others. Laika's mind was too far up into the clouds to pay attention. But just like that, the tortoise outsmarted the hare. Thanks to dumb luck. Had the weather been warmer, the mice more energized, she would have missed. But what if she hadn't? What if the molly was only pretending? No. Leo's tail twitched irritably. No cat could pretend to be so weak for so long. Laika had been soft since the day he'd laid eyes on her. And although his lip curled in disdain, he'd decided then and there she would be his one day. And he would keep to his vow. She just needed to play her role accordingly. There needn't be anymore surprises along the way.
In a shake of a lamb's tail, his anger evaporated, masked by pride when Laika's excited face turned to him. "I knew you could do it!" He purred, descending from the hay to meet the tabby she-cat. He butted his head against her side affectionately. "And they're finely plump too, come on let's settle down n' eat."
Leo brushed past Laika and led her to a quiet corner between the bales, far from their barnmates. Their mews quieted to distant chatter the further they moved away. In newleaf, this would be more romantic with sunlight peeking through the cracks in the barn's roof. But instead, the dreary corner stood dark and dusty, the hay stiff and cold. But at least Laika would be safe from the winds here. It would be easy for their presence and combined body heat to provide warmth. Not to mention the help of having full bellies.
Leo shuffled together a makeshift nest with the loose hay along the barn's floor, nodding for the she-cat to sit. "You know, it does you good bein' a mouser. Perhaps you're not so much of a silly chicken after all." He teased, a lilt in his voice."
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("i'll have these up in the morning" she said x.x
uhhh so sorry, i got so busy after my yewclan posts, i'm gonna post gray sky in a bit) |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 21, 2024 18:40:58 GMT -5
Light when are we planning on Cotten and Owl meeting? (I don’t want to rush you btw)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 21, 2024 19:22:30 GMT -5
Creamsicle »
There wasn’t much for Creamsicle to do at this point other than walk alongside Cotton. Every now and then she would look back at the gray tabby tom that was following along. Her tail twitched curiously, thoughts rummaging around in her head. Not only did she still want to question him about his mother and her mother, but she also wanted to learn more about the life of a healer. Were herbs really that important? Did they really work like this tom made it sound? Her mother had told her of a healer named Cinder some moons ago, but Creamsicle had never thought any deeper into the story her mother had told her. It wasn’t until now, moons later, that she was starting to really think about it.
Hunting was important. For a cat to live they needed food, that was just the basics of life. Creamsicle knew that and she had known that for a long time. Over the moon she had spent with Cotton she had gotten better at hunting, she had even made her first kill, but the pride she had felt about her kill had not remained with her for long. Images and sounds of her littermates screaming in pain and panic had flooded her, the memories of the monster pouncing upon her brother… It had been too much. Just too much. If she couldn’t be a hunter then maybe she could be a healer. The idea of living with herbs and knowing their uses had never occurred to her until now. How would Cotton feel about that? Would she be okay with Creamsicle taking the path of herbs rather than hunting? It did seem as if Cotton held some sort of respect for this tom after he had acknowledged his role as a healer.
The young kit fluffed her pelt out even more against the cold wind. All she wanted was to make Cotton proud, but she wondered how exactly she could accomplish that.
Percy »
Okay, so truth be told, Percy wasn’t the best cat to teach another about StarClan. He barely knew what it was himself, only understanding that it was a place where some dead cats went and that Smoke wholeheartedly believed in it. Percy believed in it, he did, but he mostly only did because of Smoke’s belief in these cats. Cats in the sky who sparkled with stars and spoke in riddles… That sounded so much like a queen’s tale passed down to kits that it seemed crazy to believe in such a concept, but Percy did. Maybe not for himself, but for Smoke. For the sake of the Clans. Not only was it his job to find prey, but to spread the word of Pumaheart’s knowledge and reform the Clans once more.
The orange and white tabby ducked his head, the tips of his ears warm with embarrassment despite the cold chill in the air. Usually he would play the confident card, acting as if he knew everything about something he knew little to nothing about, but it felt wrong doing that with StarClan. It felt wrong to pretend he knew every little thing when, in reality, he only knew the basics. ”I wish I could say I knew all about it,” he admitted with an awkward chuckle. ”My…” Already he paused, trying to decide on how he wanted to refer to Smoke as. His friend? That felt like downplaying the relationship they had formed within the last moon. His denmate? They weren’t quite denmates, as Percy still found himself using his den as his sleeping area. His partner? They worked together and collaborated with one another, spending most days with each other as they worked toward a singular goal, but Frazzle could take the word ‘partner’ in another way. Not that Percy found that idea to be a bad one, but he didn’t want to push for something that wasn’t true, especially when he had no idea how Smoke would feel about such a thing.
Still unsure of what to call Smoke, but not wanting to keep Frazzle waiting, Percy decided he’d stick with ‘friend’. It worked well enough, even if he didn’t think it was strong enough of a word to use. ”My friend could explain it better than I could, but it’s essentially this…this group of cats that have died but went to live among the stars. Then there’s another group of cats, two other groups actually, that give thanks to StarClan and worship them. One group lived on the moor, while the other lived in the forest, and while they were separate, they both believed in StarClan and their members went to StarClan when they died.” Percy knew he wasn’t explaining this well, but he had to try. Maybe Frazzle would become interested in the idea of the Clans and want to help rebuild them.
”I’m actually part of a group that’s trying to rebuild the two Clans. The others aren’t with me right now, as you can tell,” he mewed, swishing his tail around the area to reinforce that he was alone other than Frazzle. ”But we’re trying to find cats who may be interested in the Clans.” He left it at that, not wanting to sound pushy. If Frazzle was interested he wanted Frazzle to be interested for himself, not because he felt like he had to. Autonomy was important for Percy. Forcing something onto another cat was something he would never find himself doing.
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