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Post by Light on Aug 22, 2024 1:18:00 GMT -5
 FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) Frazzle gave his full attention to Percy as he walked, his hazel eyes wide and bright as he listened. It brought together several bits and pieces he’d heard of from his travelling throughout the area over the years. “Huh… So these dead cats aren’t the stars themselves, but live among them. How do you know if a cat goes to this StarClan place? Does their body simply disappear? Do all cats get to go, or is it only this group that receives the privilege?” One question tumbled out after another, but as a small grin made its way on his face, it became clear that he didn’t necessarily expect answers to all of these little technical details. He was poking fun at it, though not in a completely rude or disbelieving way. It was simply his attempt to playfully frazzle his new pal. Of course, if Percy did have the answers to his questions, he would be equally fascinated to find out. He wondered if he should ask about the clans as well. How big was a clan? He’d never met one before. Is that why they were rebuilding it? Percy went on to explain that they were searching for recruitments. Something about it made something flutter within Frazzle. This was the first he’d heard of it, but… if that was the case, BIG changes were about to happen in the area. He didn’t go to the moor often, but a group of cats in the forest? How exciting that would be! He was sure it’d stir all sorts of reactions from the cats of the area. “Woah. How fun! What do clans do?” Frazzle asked, genuinely curious now at how the local social order might change. As he spoke, Frazzle turned onto a quiet dirt path between two tall buildings. They were even larger than the one he had been trapped in, and more rectangular in shape. The looming containers sat against the dark walls, ice hanging down from their sides. The silence was eerie. Other than the sounds the two toms made, only the odd shuffle or scrape gave any sign that there were others within this alley. The occasional shadow flitted by between piles of old twoleg things and if one looked closely, more than once, a pair of hostile cat eyes would shine from the shadows and watch them pass. Of course, Frazzle paid them no mind and carried on with his tail high and gaze alight. He was on a mission of his own~ to provide his mighty hero with sustenance. Playing around with the locals could wait. It was near the end of the alley that he slowed. Frazzle came to a full stop in front of a red twoleg entrance. The warm aroma of food made Frazzle’s saliva run. Although he had already eaten since yesterday, he already found himself craving more. The colder weather always seemed to heighten his appetite. Frazzle turned to Percy, quite proud of himself as he spoke. “Here we are! Good Fellow’s food and service. Ohhh yeeeah, you’re gonna love this food! Eat it once, and they’ll have you coming back for more before you know it!” He flashed a short grin before taking a deep breath. He let out a loud meow before stepping back and winking at Percy. “And now we wait! Run when I give the signal.”
(Frazzle has a potentially unhealthy penchant for greasy twoleg foods. I’ll say this place is big on their meat. ) |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 11:31:45 GMT -5
Percy »
Percy was starting to think that maybe he should have mentioned StarClan after he knew more about that place, but how else was he going to help with the recruitment? Pumaheart had mentioned him as being part of the chosen cats. The fire that strengthens the smoke. He wouldn’t have believed that to be him if not for the ticked tabby’s wise gaze staring right at him as she spoke those words. He was truly part of this all and he needed to step up and do his part. This wasn’t something to push onto Smoke and make him do. This was something Percy had to help with as well, with or without all the answers.
It helped to know that Frazzle seemed genuinely interested in learning about StarClan. It had become instantly clear to Percy that this younger tom enjoyed the life of bouncing around different topics within the span of just a few short minutes, but at the moment he seemed focused on StarClan. That was good. That was a very good sign, and it helped Percy’s confidence. Even if he didn’t know all the answers he felt like he’d still have Frazzle’s attention. ”I think only Clan cats get to go to StarClan. I’ve known rogues, loners, and kittypets and none have spoken about going to StarClan when they die.” Not like death was a topic commonly brought up around Percy. It had become a bit more common since he had met Smoke, but even then he wasn’t an expert on the topic of death and where cats went when they died. ”Their body stays here, but it’s their, uh, I guess spirit? Their soul?” His voice raised in pitch, questioning even as he spoke. ”Like I said, I don’t know as much as I probably should but…we can learn together, yeah?” He shot a hopeful look toward Frazzle. If he was as interested as he sounded then perhaps Frazzle could become one of the first recruits for these Clans. Oh, if that were the case he couldn’t wait to return back to Smoke and tell him the good news!
Again Frazzle was asking questions Percy did not have the whole answer to. Dear stars, he really needed to learn more about the Clans if he was actually going to do any good. ”They’re…well, they’re like a family. They hunt for one another, take care of one another. Some cats are even really good at herbs and can heal with plants and stuff. My friend is that way. He’s a healer.” Smoke was an amazing cat. What he did was something Percy could never imagine being able to do. Memorizing herbs, their uses, and where they grew was something the orange and white tabby could never do himself. Percy could hunt and he could fight, but knowing all there was to know about herbs? Pfft, forget that! But that made him all the more endeared to Smoke. How amazing that gray tabby tom was.
Percy fell silent as the two toms traveled through the innards of the twolegplace. It was eerily silent, and more than once Percy found himself casting a questioning look over his shoulder. The twolegplace had always been a curious place to Percy, but it was never a place he wanted to stay around for too long. It rubbed him the wrong way. Cats who lived here were a totally different kind of brave than what Percy was.
Strong, tantalizing smells soon wafted to Percy’s nose, his mouth watering. Just as he was about to turn to Frazzle and ask if they had arrived at their destination, Frazzle spoke. Excitement tingled down Percy’s spine, green eyes round with anticipation. This food smelled amazing, and warm. It would be exactly what he, Smoke, and Poppy needed. He dipped his head in understanding. ”You got it,” he breathed, muscles poised and claws flexing, prepared to act whenever the signal was given.
[ percy is already a fan of this place xD ]
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 12:04:59 GMT -5
(Sure! I'd say Killer didn't come very far onto the farmland with their visits. But as he gets to know more about it, he comes closer to considering paying an actual visit to the barn. XD I have no idea what would happen if he ran into one of the dogs.) (Oo, him running into the dogs would be rather interesting o.o But yeah! Whenever you'd prefer, I don't have a preference myself(: Also- I'm so sorry, but did I get my reply For WonderBoz?? I thought I did but I might not have-) |
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 12:05:19 GMT -5
Have I mentioned I adore Percy? Lil' delightful guy
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 12:13:55 GMT -5
speaking of dogs i do have Confetti open for any barn shenanigans!
percy's just a wily little bastard boy living his best life
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 12:38:08 GMT -5
Speaking of words, I'll be able to get replies up later or tomorrow, since I'm rather busy today. And then I'll see one getting starters up ^^
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 12:39:30 GMT -5
no rush!! i was actually surprised i had time to do percy's reply today
thursday-sunday are days that replies will come in sparingly if at all
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 13:52:30 GMT -5
I don't currently! I'm kind of filling my max of current interactions, but if they're still open when I've finished a few I'll definitely let you know ^^ Feathertalon, I was wondering. Is there any way I could possibly have Canna as a distant relative of someone in one of the clans? It's an idea I'd been sort of toying with! |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 22, 2024 18:41:01 GMT -5
Does anyone have cats open for interaction near the stream crossing? The stream crossing on the moor? I was thinking of putting Orion there and maybe I can see Callie being there in one of the mornings. What cat are you gonna have there. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 22, 2024 18:45:01 GMT -5
Gray Sky 
moorlands with kuta Myst
"You may have been born before the wrath of a storm, but you don't have to be so unkind."
Since a kit, the long-furred cat struggled to handle his emotions. He'd always throw the biggest fits or lose his temper at the slightest inconvenience. Be gentle, Gray Sky. His mother would advise in her soft meow. Be kind. She would flick her plumed tail at his pink nose. Remember to breathe. Her words had helped. It'd become routine for the young tom. But there was only so much soothing to prepare for the brewing storm inside. Perhaps the tension built because he was raised on lies. Or maybe it was simply his nature. Whichever the case, it would not be the last time the kinship saw Gray Sky's anger. And it was clear, he'd carried the storm with him through the mountains.
Watching Kuta's ease drain, ears flattened and eyes wide, made him scowl. The lanky tom was quite deserving of Gray Sky's outburst. Annoying, perhaps, but he had meant well. Kuta was nice enough, though he couldn't put a paw on why. What made Gray Sky so special? Was he so lonely he was desperate for his attention? Gray Sky tried to imagine being in his paws, but he didn't mind his loneliness. The silence was nice compared to the racket of his thoughts.
Breathe, my son, all will be well.
Gray Sky nodded, gritting his teeth against a sigh as he followed after the Savannah cat. Kuta was being kind by forgiving him and showing him around. But did he even know his way around? "Are you sure? I don't want to be chasing shadows." Now that he thought of it, Kuta had mentioned he wasn't very familiar with this area. What if he was no more certain than Gray Sky? What if he was better off venturing off by himself? He hadn't had much luck before... The rabbits were far too fast for his compact build, and waiting for them to near him was impossible, the skittish creatures. Hawks didn't descend for a cat as big as Gray Sky. He'd only been lucky enough to catch mice in the shrubs beneath the mountains, but not even that could tempt the carnivorous bird.
Kuta looked like a swift cat. Was being fast the craft he was missing? "What does this place look like without the snow?" The mountains were already a dreary place. Gray Sky didn't know what he expected to see when he arrived, but it hadn't been the deserted land of rolling hills and leafless trees. "Leaftime is nearing, yes?" Maybe, hunting would come easier with warmer weather. Then, the moor wouldn't look so bland. Although, the chill was nice. The winds whipped through his fur and reminded him of the mountains.
(Kuta's got my heart, honest <3)
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Smoke focused his gaze ahead, letting the silence sink in. All cats die. To be a healer, was to accept that all life ended in death. No matter how much you loved a cat, they would not be with you forever. It was why Cinder had instilled in her kits to be gracious of prey. They gave their lives to nourish their bellies. And when they grew old, their bodies would nourish the earth that fed the prey cats hunted down. It was a full circle—the circle of life. Every cat knew the stories.
Cinder had been getting old. She was an older queen when she'd had her first litter. She knew her time was running out and she could not let the legacy of healers die out. She had been lucky enough to be blessed with a kit that shared her interest. A tom blessed by the stars with the touch of a healer.
His mother prepared him as well as she could for the day her soul would leave for the stars, her body becoming one with nature. But she couldn't prepare him for the hole it would leave in his heart.
"You must choose your battles," The gray tabby spoke finally, interrupting the heavy silence. Even if the whistling wind and the crunch of their paws on the snow seemed louder than ever. "Every battle can't be won. That's what she would always say." Fresh grief tightened in his chest, making it harder to swallow. He glanced at Creamsicle and offered the young she-cat a gentle smile. "Last leafbare was cruel. There were so many cats were sick; whitecough and greencough, nothing we couldn't handle." They were the most common, and far easier to cure than yellowcough or the fatal redcough. "And even though we took the preventative measures to protect ourselves... my mother still fell to the illness."
Green eyes glistened with pain at the memory. Fresh waves of grief crashed over him, overwhelming his senses, fiercer than the wind that chilled his bones. Smoke fought hard to help her mother, he couldn't let her die to greencough. The tom had worked himself frantically, checking in on patients and his mother, making desperate trips to twolegplace overstocking on catmint. It was Cinder who had finally said enough.
The dark-furred molly reached out a paw to her son, her blue eyes knowing and sad. Had she always been so frail? No. Cinder's liveliness had dwindled like that of a leaf falling to winter's grasp. Her voice grew brittle and raspy. Her pelt hardly clinging to her skeletal frame, unkept and patchy. Smoke could tell by the dullness in her eyes that his mother was tired. "I know you're scared, but you've fought enough. You have to let me go."
Smoke shook out his fur as if shaking away the memory. While the grief still hung over him as fresh as the day she lay her head down and never awoke again. "Did you know her?" It was obvious not that the molly, who still refused to tell him her name, knew of Cinder. The healer of the forest. Were they good friends? Or did she just frequent the healer in times of need? Smoke was sure he'd seen her once before. But he'd never caught her name, his mother didn't begin telling him stories of her patients until later on. Maybe it had been another cat sent to meet him. Maybe fate had led him to meet these troubled she-cats.
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Post by asrise on Aug 22, 2024 18:49:27 GMT -5
Does anyone have cats open for interaction near the stream crossing? The stream crossing on the moor? I was thinking of putting Orion there and maybe I can see Callie being there in one of the mornings. What cat are you gonna have there. Orion would be great, thank you! But if you want Callie to have an interaction there, you can. I have two cats there, and they are travelling as a group: White Rapid and Stony Pool. They are from the mountains, and pretty hardened. However they are also unfamiliar to the area. |
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Post by whispering on Aug 22, 2024 18:57:36 GMT -5
"Maybe I'm your good luck charm." Leo chuffed, settling close beside the molly.
As close as their physical forms could allow, it gave him a warm feeling, having her small frame nestled so close beside him. An indent in his thick-furred coat. A permanent indent that he would never allow to leave his side. Her sweet scent vanished any previous annoyance he'd harbored for Laika. How could he ever be mad at her? It wasn't her fault she was so helpless. He had been the one who asked her to show him her mousing skills, after all. Of course, she would try her hardest when he was watching. Of course, his presence would push her to do her very best. He was Leo. The only cat that truly mattered on the farm. The only cat that mattered to Laika.
He could see it now in her deep green eyes as she looked up at him. It filled Leo with so much determination and desire. As strong as flames licking hungrily at the wood the farmer threw to it. She was his and his alone, to protect and to love. To provide for. She would love him for it. She already did. Soon enough, they would begin their life together: Laika bowing to his word and bearing her kits. Following after him faithfully. She was not like Alice. The tabby molly would not open her eyes one day, or if she did, it would be easy for the ginger tabby to steer back on the right path. The perfect pawn.
Leo purred and nudged her shoulder with his own gently, "Good. I like you being my chicken."
"I'll protect and take care of you. I'll be your rooster." Except in Leo's brood, Laika was the only hen he needed, maybe not by choice. But he'd be settling if he ever thought any of the other barn cats were fitting to be his mate. The tom blinked the thought away. Did he really want a brood of she-cats after him? Although it sounded appealing, Laika was more than enough. Perhaps if she was lacking in the qualities he preferred...
"Eat up. You take the first bite." There was no point in pondering. Leo didn't have the opportunity to create a pride, not on this farm. Not with its current candidates.
"Maybe when the snow's thawed, we can do something you like. I know you don't care for mousin' and marking borders."
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twolegplace with Vanilla asrise
Magpie's tail shot straight into the air, purring in excitement. She wouldn't have to go rummaging through those disgusting metal cans! Or begging twolegs for their scraps! All thanks to the thick-furred molly. Magpie blinked her gratitude as she climbed up the fence, and followed after Vanilla.
"Wow, Vanilla! Kittypets could learn a thing or two from you." She joked lightly, "I've never gotten such an offer. Some strays show me the best alleys to search for scraps, but I've never run into such a nice kittypet." Perhaps she could always get her food from Vanilla. Or maybe not always, but when the prey wasn't running too well, she now knew where to go.
"Of course, you could come to the moor when the snow thaws! Oh, I just know you'd love it. You've never felt true joy until you've felt the wind in your fur." Magpie sighed wistfully, she would give anything to be back in her home now. With the sun beating down on her fur and the scent of rabbits all around her. "Have you ever tasted rabbit? Or any fresh-kill? I know some kittypets can hunt, but I've heard stories of some who like kittypet food better."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2024 19:14:19 GMT -5
I don't currently! I'm kind of filling my max of current interactions, but if they're still open when I've finished a few I'll definitely let you know ^^ Feathertalon , I was wondering. Is there any way I could possibly have Canna as a distant relative of someone in one of the clans? It's an idea I'd been sort of toying with! that's totally fine!! im all here for cats being descendants in some way c': |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 22, 2024 19:29:13 GMT -5
The stream crossing on the moor? I was thinking of putting Orion there and maybe I can see Callie being there in one of the mornings. What cat are you gonna have there. Orion would be great, thank you! But if you want Callie to have an interaction there, you can. I have two cats there, and they are travelling as a group: White Rapid and Stony Pool. They are from the mountains, and pretty hardened. However they are also unfamiliar to the area. works for me! |
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 20:01:34 GMT -5
Canna
------------------------------------------------------------------- Canna’s days had been.. Blurring, recently. Tiring. She dare say- lonely, really. She’d been visiting the forest, more and more often, her ears flat, and fur puffed, paws raw and cold, likely spending too much time in the cold, nearing dangerous territory for her own body.But she felt it couldn’t be helped. It had died down some today, able to see the whirling, twisting, cold clouds, but also able to feel the cold, rather than being numb to it. Her tail was down, the tip curled in between her back legs as she walked, further from her rocky, cold, barren den, and towards the forest.But, before she’d had time to sigh, and become resigned that perhaps she really- really should take a break today. For her head, and for her body, she hears voices.Her face knitting into a tight expression, her paw landing on the ground carefully. This is around the bounds of her territory, partial effort put into keeping it that way, so no one would enter, but with the cold, she’d let go of trying even partially.She took a shaky breath in, and set her expression strongly. “Hello?” She calls carefully, squaring her shoulders.Canna had heard more than one voice.Perhaps she shouldn’t call for them, but then what else? They might linger, if she just decides to head back for her den. And if they’re rogues wanting to cause trouble, she doesn’t want that. At all. |
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 20:05:20 GMT -5
Edwina
----------------------------------------- Edwina is sure she would. The way Pumaheart, a molly she can already- well, kind of tell is steady, and strong, as the dream kept showing her, and quietly telling her.. As strong and steady as this mountain they’re in. She’s sure of the way she lovingly speaks of her mother..Edwina believes her, partly, but she also thinks this name, Pumaheart, was given to her for a reason. Heart, for a reason, was gifted to her, and not her mother. Even if all of this turns out- upside down, or shaken in a messy, confused way, she thinks she can still believe that. And perhaps.. She will get one. A chance to meet Pumaheart’s mother.If Starclan is really true. “Did she give you your name?” She asks gently.Flickering her tail, she looks down at her shuffling front paws, flexing them some, a bit of a nervous gesture. “I guess that lines up, huh? That’s.. Definitely going to be-.. New. For me.” She says, before snuffling. “So- the leaders haven’t been chosen yet. I guess they- Starclan- chose special cats.. But still have yet to really see what role is.. for them?” She says, taking a guess at it. If Starclan doesn’t even know yet, it must be because they don’t simply know everything.That would be far too much for a single cat, even somecat who’s lived their entire life. And into the.. Afterlife. For eternity? Can any cat handle eternity?“We’ll wait and see. I think they’ll figure it out, when they need to.” She mews quietly, doubts lingering, but thoughts forming. Opinions. It certainly boggles Edwina a bit that a cat- born and raised, is destined for something. Is everycat destined to lay there paw upon dirt or stone, right when fate says it will?She looks down in a bit of a shock when she feels her paw nudge the prey in front of her, only just remembering the sharp scent of prey, and blood, and feeling of her hunger.Edwina’s ears fall flat as she leans down quietly to take another bite, with sharp, white teeth. “I was wondering.. er. What did happen? To these clans. I would think they’d not need to be remade.. if.. they weren't un- ah unmade in the first place.”
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 20:09:16 GMT -5
 Rami
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Home was clean, and tidy as always. Smelling that oddly sterile, but comforting scent Rami has long associated with safety, and home. Cleanliness. And she adored it even more when the cold seasons came, and she got to sit in a warm bed, fending from the cold, rather than getting too hot in the middle of the night.
She was by a window, perched on one of the small little areas their twolegs setup, just for them, in a kind gesture she thinks! She can smell the care, and hear the affectionate tone, remembering when she was still smaller, and they’d urged her and Sarabi to explore this new little.. hanging off the wall- thing.
Rami leans forward, a plain, but observant expression on her face, admiring with drooped, attentive eyes. The window permeated with the cold, snow on the ground, outside of where the humans cleared it away, on that walk way. They’ve been on less walks, lately. Her legs want the stretch, but it’s also cold, for the twolegs.
The clouds are all swirled together, and large, fluffy. Taking up her vision of the normally blue sky. Covering the warm sun from beating down on them.
She turns her sights towards a familiar, adored face of her sister.
She gives a light, one side upticked smile. Casual, but elegant. “Sarabi, look at those swirling clouds. Do you think another of those storms is brewing?” She asks, tall ears flickering like falling snow. “I’m a bit worried about that really. I like this seasons, it’s pretty. But not pretty enough to have us get stuck inside again.” She says, lifting a paw to tap at the cold window.
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Post by soot on Aug 22, 2024 20:10:47 GMT -5
I don't currently! I'm kind of filling my max of current interactions, but if they're still open when I've finished a few I'll definitely let you know ^^ Feathertalon , I was wondering. Is there any way I could possibly have Canna as a distant relative of someone in one of the clans? It's an idea I'd been sort of toying with! that's totally fine!! im all here for cats being descendants in some way c': Cool ;w; I was thinking she'd be a great candidate of my cats as a descendant of Sylvanclan (I believe, the forest clan yes??), though I'm still debating which clan exactly she ends up in! |
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Post by Light on Aug 22, 2024 22:54:28 GMT -5
(Sure! I'd say Killer didn't come very far onto the farmland with their visits. But as he gets to know more about it, he comes closer to considering paying an actual visit to the barn. XD I have no idea what would happen if he ran into one of the dogs.) (Oo, him running into the dogs would be rather interesting o.o But yeah! Whenever you'd prefer, I don't have a preference myself(: Also- I'm so sorry, but did I get my reply For WonderBoz?? I thought I did but I might not have-) (I think since the first meeting, maybe the meetings since maybe happened only 0-2 times. Just let me know whenever you're ready for such an interaction. ;3) (For WonderBoz: I will bring up a string of quotes from my last identified sightings in the next post.) speaking of dogs i do have Confetti open for any barn shenanigans! percy's just a wily little bastard boy living his best life (Haha! I'd totally be up to a Confetti/Killer interaction, though I cannot say at all whether it'd be a positive meeting or not. XD If Soot wants to join with Zee or another, or if any other rpers/cats wanted to join in, I'd be totally fine with that as well. Hehe.) |
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Post by Light on Aug 22, 2024 22:55:49 GMT -5
 Boz
The Barn -|- With Wonder (Light ) and (OPEN)
Boz was happy to notice her quickly cheering up, his ears straightening with the emotion. He does pause some at how she responds to him, about.. Adventuring and being really out today. He curls his tail a bit hesitant, and follows her instead, following her eyes as best he can, squinting to get a look at what it might be.
Ah, a good looking nest, piquing his cold furred interest. He pads closer, before chattering quietly at the tilt of her head. “Well- I’d been thinking maybe.. Less scouting, and perhaps seeing how everyone’s doing?” He suggests, trying to think of a good way to voice his means. “More literally, I suppose, asking them about their day?” Boz adds, for better understanding and context.
He flicks his tail to uncurl it from it’s hesitant position he only now noticed, bounding a quiet, cloud-soft landed step, to head for the warm nest.
(Apologies for it's short length ^^ Boz said no today to a long response, lol)  WonderLocation: Barn With: Boz and (OPEN) ( soot ) Wonder’s ears perked as he continued to explain, her whiskers twitching. She was curious and a little nervous as to why he seemed so hesitant. When he finally came out with it, she lowered her head thoughtfully, her green eyes growing distant as Boz hopped onward to the nest. She was always happy to keep an eye on the cats of the barn, to marvel at their successes and to sympathize with their struggles. There had been countless times she had imagined walking up to any one of them and striking a conversation~ but there were just too many factors at play. What would she say? What if she came off as annoying? When was the best time to approach? What if she froze up, or said something mousebrained? By the end of most days, Wonder had chickened out; and after a while, watching from the sidelines had become a habit. But… with Boz, maybe it would be different. She already felt like she was a different cat around him. Being around him got her doing things she never would have even dreamed of before. If they were together, talking to another cat wouldn’t seem nearly as scary. Wonder took a deep breath. “Sure,” Wonder lifted her head and meowed lightly out of the blue~ as it had been a while since Boz had finished explaining. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Currently the excitement outweighed the former. There was a hop to her step as she came up to the nest Boz must have surely arrived at by now. And yet she said no more on her decision, leaving it at a simple one word answer. (No worries, haha. Sometimes that’s how it is.) (I’m thinking maybe they drift off, then the barn door bangs again, waking them up. Then Wolf falling down a bale catches their attention. XD Or something along those lines.) (I am very down with that, pft ^^ ) (I think since then, Wolf left the barn to go hunting..?) |
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Post by Myst on Aug 22, 2024 23:25:37 GMT -5
Hi hiiii I've started working on replies but it's been a long day for me so I don't think they'll be done tonight I'm very sorry I should have a lax day at work tomorrow so I will more than likely work on replies rather than my job lmao whispering Kuta is just a big sweetie who will immediately forget this small pang of unhappiness xD I honestly adore Gray Sky and he has every right to question if Kuta actually knows his way around |
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Post by Light on Aug 23, 2024 1:08:37 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) If only specific cats went to this ‘StarClan’, what happened to all the others? Did they have a nice place to go too? Frazzle thought it would be more cool if all cats could go. He chuckled at Percy’s idea of working together to learn more about StarClan. How did you learn more about dead cats in the sky? That was like trying to learn why the sun rose every day, or why another cat’s imaginary friend did what they did. Frazzle tilted his head, peering curiously at Percy’s hopeful expression. But as long as the pursuit was fun, he didn’t care very much about the details. It was a fun thought to think that cats lived among the stars. Cats that brought luck and sent ‘shooting stars’ like Percy to save the day. Frazzle blinked at Percy’s description of a clan, his smile uncharacteristically fading and his expression becoming wistful. He missed his family. After moons of searching, he still had no success in finding them. Would Percy have any clues about their whereabouts? He hadn’t met the tom before. Perhaps his family had passed him by at some point or another. What Frazzle would do for any sort of sign or clue at this point. He had thought about bringing it up until he realized how close they were to their destination. After. He would be sure to ask about it after this. Everything was prepared. Percy and Frazzle were at the ready. After a while of silence and cold paws, Frazzle stepped forward again and gave another loud resounding meow that edged on a caterwaul. A couple seconds later the door began to click and rattle. The door creaked and pivoted inwards. Warm steam flooded out into the cold air and the tantalizing scent of food flooded around them like summer. A tall, beefy twoleg with a rounded face peeked out. A patch of red-blonde fur adorned the top of the tall creature’s head, and he bore reddish markings on his face. His blue eyes went alight with recognition when he saw Frazzle. *Scrapples! You’re back!*Thank his lucky stars (heh) that he got the Good Fellow and not the Wicked One. Frazzle instantly padded closer with a friendly prrrow, his tail held high. The twoleg glanced behind him before taking a single step out and bending down, reaching out his wide forepaw. Standing on his hind legs, Frazzle bopped his head into the twoleg’s outstretched forepaw, his entire spine arching to slip along the palm of the large paw. A ruddy purr erupted from him as he did. The twoleg chuckled and gave him a couple more pats before withdrawing his paw and returning to his very tall standing position. *Aw Scrapples, you really ought to bathe one of these days. You could be such a pretty kitty. Oh-* The twoleg paused his guttural utterings when he noticed Percy. *I see you brought a friend. Oh, and what a handsome kitty it is! You'd probably look more like this one if you got cleaned up some. You actually do look a bit alike. A brother or sister maybe?*
Frazzle payed the mostly nonsensical mutterings no mind and glanced back at Percy with a wink. “Act pitiful. They love that sort of thing.” he whispered. *But you’re both so thin! I’m sure this weather recently has done you no favours. Brr, it’s been cold! Wait right there.* The twoleg vanished back indoors, the door clunking behind him. Frazzle grinned at Percy. “Here it comes!” He chirruped, hazel eyes bright and tail shaking in excitement as he eagerly awaited. A couple minutes later, the door creaked open and the tall twoleg stepped out with a bucket. He turned to the side and poured the contents onto the ground. A large, headless, brown featherless bird plopped out into the snow beside the door. Steam rose up the instant it hit the snow. Some of the breast meat was missing, but for the most part, it was largely intact. Good Fellow was usually generous, but this was more than usual. It was a rare bonus indeed! Perhaps Star Percy truly was like a star and brought luck with him wherever he went. Frazzle thought maybe he should bring him around a little more often. *Time ran out on this one. Might as well put it to some use instead of tossing it. Right kitties?*
Ruddy purr returning, Frazzle brushed against his tree-like leg in thanks before bounding over to investigate their gift. But a shrill twoleg screech broke through his elation, and Frazzle’s ears instantly flattened at the unpleasant sound. *Bram?! What are you doing over there? Don’t tell me you’re feeding that stray again! You know they’ll just keep coming back! It’s like an infestation back there!**Honey-* The blonde twoleg rolled his eyes and turned back inside. But Frazzle knew it wasn’t over. He could hear the stomping pawsteps of the Wicked One coming. He whipped his head to Percy with a wild grin. “Let’s grab it and go!” Without further ado, Frazzle snatched one of the legs and began to pull it along as fast as he could. It was clear the large bird would be difficult to carry for one cat alone. As Frazzle went, there was no stopping his saliva from going haywire with such delectable smells directly assaulting his nostrils. But his eyes shone with pride, as if he had hunted and caught the bird himself. Shrill threats and shrieks sounded behind them, growing more and more distant as they gained distance. (Scrapples: Scraps of meat left over from butchering not otherwise used or sold were made into scrapple to avoid waste) (I'll get Cotton's post up tomorrow. ^^)
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Post by asrise on Aug 23, 2024 13:04:13 GMT -5
Vanilla - Twolegplace with Magpie (whispering)
“Hm… I can’t say I’ve ever tasted rabbit before!” Vanilla meowed brightly, bouncing off the fence and into her garden. She dipped her head into the cat flap, sniffling around before poking her head back out to look at Magpie. “Yes! My housefolk filled up the food bowl… Come here, there’s plenty.” The fluffy molly made space for Magpie, crunching on the dry food pellets. Not my favourite… but Magpie should have the wet food. I’m sure that tastes more like rabbit. Vanilla considered Magpie’s questions. “I’ve only ever had a few birds from the garden… But they taste sort of stringy, and weird. I like wet food better. Does rabbit taste like that?” She frowned. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for living on the moorland if she wouldn’t like the hunting part. But all the ‘wind through your fur’ and ‘sleeping in the grass’ stuff sounded so nice… White Rapid - Log across the stream (ivypool4life)
The two mountain cats had kept along the frozen stream, not daring to cross the thin ice. Here, there was prey-rich forest… and that was enough for White Rapid. It was a little difficult to get used to this new way of hunting: Trawling around for burrows under trees and bushes instead of baiting and lying in wait for the prey like they did in the mountains. She picked up her catch for the day: four small mice. It would be enough for her and Stony Pool for a while. “Hey, Brother!” She called out loudly, rousing her littermate. “You lazy boulder… I’ve found something for us, while you were snoozing your life away.” She gave him an affectionate lick before tucking into one of the mice. “I’m bored of this forest. Why don’t we just give crossing the stream a try? I’m sure there’s somewhere where you can cross it…” Stony Pool sighed and nodded with a mumbled agreement, following along behind her. They walked along the stream, watching as it grew narrower and narrower until it was nearly short enough to cross. Then, up ahead, White Rapid spotted her chance. A fallen log, bridging the gap between the two banks. She rushed onto it, followed by Stony Pool, balancing easily on it. After all, I’ve been on much more treacherous cliffs. She sat as her brother padded on ahead, stopping to marvel at the moor in front of them. “I’ve never seen a place so… flat.” She meowed. Taking a breath to scent the air, White Rapid took in the smell of heather… and a cat? She heard the pawsteps on the log behind her, and she whirled around with her hackles raised to see a bengal tomcat looking back her. “Who goes there?” She yowled.
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 23, 2024 15:39:20 GMT -5
Totally random but it came to mind and idk if we’ve touched on it, but do the dogs speak cat or do the cats speak dog at the barn lol
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Post by Myst on Aug 23, 2024 15:46:31 GMT -5
I think we settled on both, but more so the dogs speaking cat as they pick it up, likely with Bo and Spark being the most fluent, Confetti well on their way to being fluent, and Alecto probably still had quite a bit of learning to do
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 23, 2024 16:50:00 GMT -5
Gotcha lol, was asking cause it’s gonna be interesting with Alecto and the cats. Think she’d start off chasing them lol?
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Post by Myst on Aug 23, 2024 16:52:30 GMT -5
I very much think she will lmao, which will be a large point of contention with her
It’s generally what lead to her being moved from one farm to this one (along with other damages), with hopes that the current pack will actually enforce corrections on her
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 23, 2024 17:27:06 GMT -5
Ooooooo I kinda wonder if Alecto and Confetti would get close since they’re similar in age and Alecto’s behaviors rub off on confetti and she starts getting a little chasy/destructive
Some little drama with the dogs o:
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Post by Myst on Aug 23, 2024 17:31:23 GMT -5
Ooooo that could be interesting!!! o: that would certainly cause issues in the world of the barn cats
Plus the dogs can’t go Scott free with no drama
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