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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 31, 2024 18:42:51 GMT -5
(Full send XD Also, Denny?)
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 31, 2024 18:43:34 GMT -5
(Full send XD Also, Denny?) Dean and Benny, he’s my favorite character and I will never get over him not being in the show more 😭
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 31, 2024 18:46:42 GMT -5
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Post by asrise on Aug 31, 2024 21:30:55 GMT -5
Hi, all! I just want to say that I will be moving into university and starting classes this next week, so if I'm not able to respond as much or at all, that's why. Thanks!
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Post by rεdwιllow on Aug 31, 2024 21:57:41 GMT -5
(No worries! I hope moving in goes smoothly for you!)
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Post by soot on Aug 31, 2024 22:09:29 GMT -5
You're all good ^^ I hope it all goes well!
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Post by asrise on Sept 1, 2024 17:49:15 GMT -5
Thanks so much everyone!!! I've just got in, and it's going well. Unfortunately I will probably be busy at least for a few days. If I have time to think something up though, I certainly will.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 1, 2024 18:38:24 GMT -5
Gonna try to get my replies up tomorrow!!
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Post by rεdwιllow on Sept 1, 2024 21:31:51 GMT -5
(Glad you got settled in okay! I remember the chaos of moving into my dorm. Take your time :3)
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Post by ivypool4life on Sept 2, 2024 7:36:57 GMT -5
Orion ~ White rapid ~ asrise ~ stream crossingOrion trudged along the riverbed this was a little farther from the twoleg place where he lived but it didn't really matter everyone knew who he was and he should have the right to take a walk where he wanted. Orion walked with his head held high wherever he went he knew that with his proudness no one whoud mess with him, I mean why would they he had enough food but not to spare he had his alley box just enough for him. Unlike those snobby barn cats he had his own stuff and he was not bratty about what he got unlike some in a giant heated shelter with great bedding and mice in every inch. He scowled. Orion sigh hearing voices then a new one rise above the two. "This is my place you have no right to talk to me like that," he snapped. Orion knew it wasn't his place but who cares thease cats were obviously dumb newcomers that just wanted to be little mousedung furballs to him.
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Post by soot on Sept 2, 2024 16:10:43 GMT -5
Speaking of college, I’ll be quite busy for the foreseeable future, so replies will be coming less often, but I’ll get them whenever I can ^^
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Post by Myst on Sept 2, 2024 16:46:43 GMT -5
College is very rough, I hope everyone in it has an easy year this year
Hopefully tonight or tomorrow I will have replies done
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Post by rεdwιllow on Sept 2, 2024 16:49:21 GMT -5
(College is no joke. I remember undergrad and grad school vividly. Take your time!)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2024 17:08:47 GMT -5
I’m in my third week of this school year It hasn’t been going bad and I’ve got decent gaps between classes to get homework/replies done! After this it’s (hopefully) off to another four years but of professional school instead 🥲
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2024 19:12:22 GMT -5
Sarabi »
Oh dear, that had been a horrible time. So horrible in fact that Sarabi had pushed it out of her mind only for her sister to cruelly drag it back into memory.
The silver predator shuddered, visions of her littermate curled in a pitiful little ball of tawny and black, eyes watery with fever and heavy with malaise. She had been so lethargic during all that, only wanting to lay about and sleep for as long as she possibly could. Their owners had fretted over Rami day and night, cooing to her and giving her pets all the while rubbing an odd liquid into her eyes once in the morning and once in the evening. For half a moon they had done that. For half a moon they had given all their attention to Rami, coddling her, babying her, giving her all their love that they had to offer.
Any concern she had had for her sickly sister had vanished when their owners no longer paid much mind to Sarabi. So what if Rami had been sick, Sarabi was the chosen kit of silver! She had been adorned with the pelt of frosted snow for a reason, and when she was not acknowledged adequately then she was rightfully - in her opinion - upset.
The tall molly scoffed, pointing her nose upward toward the white-painted ceiling. Her short tail swished back and forth. ”It was awful. You were so lucky to have overcome that illness.” With her face turned from her sister to narrowed her eyes and flashed her fangs ever so briefly, an annoyed gesture, a sudden expression of distaste. Her sister had taken all the spotlight at that time. Quite a rude stunt to play.
But that was neither here nor there now. As they say, the past was in the past, and Sarabi had a level enough head to look beyond that and keep her eyes open toward the future.
On elegant paws did she turn back to her sister, dark golden eyes gleaming as all her earlier disgust was glazed over. Like a star itself she beamed a radiant glow at her sister’s praise, chest puffing and tail curling as high as it would go into the air. A deep throated purr vibrated throughout her body as she walked beyond Rami and began heading toward the long narrow hall. A door to another room lay open just down the hall, an area that the humans had turned into a haven for the cats they owned within their den. ”Why don’t we see if the lions are in the odd cage? You know how much I enjoy watching their drama.” Quite often did the humans have a show of lions - every so often it was other big cats or even completely different animals - in an odd cage. It was flat and shiny and built in such a way that Sarabi could see the lions but no matter what she did the lions never seemed to notice her or Rami. It was quite interesting and something she pondered over, but she did also enjoy mindlessly watching the large felines. Seeing what sort of drama those lions got themselves into was rather enjoyable, and on a cold day like this, Sarabi would love nothing more than to indulge in the excitement of lions.
Pumaheart »
A faint chuff of laughter reverberated within Pumaheart’s chest, a low rumble of thunder that shook from the inside. Affection laced the sound, a gentle tone that spoke of endearment as she watched the slender framed molly slide into the moss nest, head instantly dropping onto her paws, heavy with sleep. Pumaheart could only imagine how far she had to travel, how exhausted she must be. And Edwina didn’t just have physical exhaustion to deal with, no, she also had mental exhaustion. Learning about Clans, the sickness that destroyed them, and how it was time for them to be rebuilt… It was a lot. Even a cat without exhaustion would find all that to be mind-numbingly tiring. Pumaheart hoped Edwina would have a fulfilling slumber. She would pray to StarClan for it to be so.
Another breath of laughter, another rumble of affectionate thunder. Warm eyes looked down at the tired barn cat, a silent glance telling her that she needed to focus more on sleep than she did questions. ”Yes, I do know what hay is, but as you said, the questions can come after you’ve rested.” Pumaheart smiled. ”There will be time for more later, I’ll still be here.” There was nowhere but here that she needed to be, and besides, it was cold outside. Pumaheart didn’t fancy the idea of leaving the warmth of her cave anytime soon.
[ sorry this post is shortttt i know there’s no minimum word count but stillll ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2024 19:15:12 GMT -5
Percy »
Well, this wasn’t what Percy had expected.
It was just two cats at first, two scrawny alley cats, one with a black pelt and another with a gray pelt. Siblings, perhaps? Between the two Percy was confident he and Frazzle could make it out of this without too much issue. It wasn’t often that he got into fights out in the woods, and usually he was pretty good at talking himself out of one if the other cat was insistent on baring fangs, but Percy was still a decent fighter. He had survived this long out in the wilderness, he had to know how to use his claws and fangs well. Percy glanced toward Frazzle. If it came down to a fight Frazzle probably wouldn’t be much help. The young tom didn’t seem like the type to spar, or if he did he didn’t seem the type to be all that good at it. Percy knew it was bad to assume things, but…
Percy took a step back, about ready to drop his half of the prey so that he could effectively talk to the pair of cats glaring at him and Frazzle with maliciously hungry eyes, but he froze when another shadow rippled in the darkness, a third cat manifesting itself into existence.
Percy swallowed, throat dry. Now this cat may be a problem.
Tall, broad shouldered, and riddled with scars of past fights, a muscular ginger molly stepped into the light, a nasty sneer on her face and a coldness in her steely blue eyes that had Percy second guessing every single bit of confidence he had had moments ago. Two scrawny cats he could fend off, but a giant muscular cat with scars that proved the battles she had won… He wasn’t so sure about his odds anymore.
”Never seen you around here before,” the ginger molly rasped, her voice deep and booming, yet eerily quiet all the same. Her eyes narrowed as they landed on Percy, his skin crawling with invisible ants and his fur prickling along his shoulders and spine. He didn’t like this molly staring at him the way she was. ”You don’t seem like a street cat.” She lifted her head, nose twitching and jaws parting ever so slightly. Recognition lit her gaze, the only light Percy had yet to see in her eyes. ”Forest cat, eh? Quite interesting.” She flicked her tail to and fro, an ear swiveling toward the dusky gray molly as if silently signaling for something.
Percy kept his eyes on the three cats, acutely aware that the odds were not in his and Frazzle’s favor anymore. It would be smart to just drop the prey and let the street cats take it without a fight, but Percy couldn’t do that. Smoke needed food. Poppy needed food. This twoleg meal was enough for him, Smoke, Poppy, and Frazzle. Being able to find this much food in winter was almost impossible. No, he wasn’t letting this meal go to these street cats. He wasn’t going to let them bully him and Frazzle into dropping this prey. Yet he still balked under the orange tabby’s gaze, heart thudding with fright at the sight of the hardened warrior that stood a mere fox-length from him and Frazzle.
Another glance toward Frazzle. These alley cats seemed to know who Frazzle was, but did Frazzle know how to handle them without losing their food? Percy swished his tail, worried yet forcing his mind to think. If Frazzle had no way out of this, if a fight was in their near future, then he had to think. Had to think and had to prepare. Percy was not giving up this meal, but he wasn’t going to risk his or Frazzle’s life, either. He just needed to think. Think and prepare. Alice »
Having three kits that were growing all the more rambunctious meant Alice knew she wouldn’t be able to relax even while they were playing with one another. And there was no way she would even be able to loosen the stress in her muscles after what had just transpired - Amber trying to run away and Kite trying to climb up the hay. Finch had been the only one out of her brood to not try something stupid, but that didn’t mean she could trust him to keep it that way. And she couldn’t trust that Kite or Amber wouldn’t try something else.
She watched as the three tussled about, Kite and Amber exchanging soft blows and mocking hisses all the while Finch stayed on the sidelines, hopping about on his paws with his little tail quivering in the air. ”Fight, Kite! Run that rogue off! Yeah!” It was impossible for Alice to not smile as she watched the three playing, how cute and innocent they were in the moment. How nice it would be if they simply stayed like this forever, if they always stayed within her sight and didn’t try to wander off. But the tortoiseshell knew that wasn’t how it worked. Three moons ago they had been so tiny and fragile, and while they were still just that, they had gotten bigger and rowdier. They had opened their eyes and learned how to walk and speak. By the time summer arrived they would be almost as tall as Alice, full grown cats with curious minds and explorative paws. She almost couldn’t believe they’d be old enough to go out on their own in just a few short seasons. The tortoiseshell shifted on her paws, uncomfortable at the thought. Surely her litter would stay here at the barn with her, right? Surely none of her kits would want to leave her and Wonder behind. The barn had everything they could ever want or need. There was no reason for them to leave, and Alice would be sure to let them know that.
What little of a smile she had left vanished completely as soon as her kits stopped their playing and took interest in a totally different topic. A topic that Alice was not fond of at all.
It took everything in her to not bristle and unsheathe her claws. Where had her kits even come up with this? Where had they even heard talk of fathers? It was no secret that every cat had a father, but never had Alice spoken about the tom who helped create the litter of three. Never once had she even heard his name uttered within the barn since she had banished him. Amber’s ears, Kite’s tabby markings, Finch’s physique… All reminders of him, but for all of him that she saw in her kits, she had never once spoken his name in their presence. Had never even offered up the idea that they had a father.
It was Finch’s voice, quiet yet curious, that snapped her out of her thoughts. ”…Will you tell us about him? Please?”
Simon’s thin brown fur stripped with thin tabby markings. The confidence in which he held himself, so bold and enthralling. His silky voice, how it had sounded like music to her all those seasons ago. How she had once considered him handsome and had offered her heart to him still confused her to no ends. What had she even been thinking? How had she been so weak minded to fall for a spiteful tom like Simon? How had she been so careless to fall pregnant with his kits and bear them into the world?
Her jaw tightened, teeth gritting, tail lashing. ”You have no father,” she spat, tone harsher than she had wanted it to be, but anger spiked through her. She had been so foolish and so naive, an idiot! And now her three kits were the consequences of her stupidity. How they all held something of Simon in their appearances, how they constantly reminded her of him… She loved her kits, would die for them, but she had to admit she would have never had them if she knew how Simon truly was from the start. ”And the three of you will do no such thing. There’s no cat for you to ever meet.” With a hiss she made a quick jump to stop Amber in her tracks, eyes narrowed as she glared down at her daughter and then her two sons. Not even Finch hunkering down with flattened ears cooled the anger in her veins. ”I never want to hear you speak of this topic again.” It was not a question. It was not a suggestion. This was something she would make her kits understand if it came down to it.
She never wanted Simon to be in their lives.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 2, 2024 19:16:22 GMT -5
Wila »
Laughter sparked her gaze, whiskers twitching with joy. All the apprehension she had experienced earlier had vanished, and even the cold seemed to no longer penetrate her fur. Wila felt right at home here, felt as if she belonged in this moment with the snow, frozen stream, and most importantly, with Flame. ”Right, right,” she chuffed, eyes rolling in mock displeasure. ”And I bet it even grew the feet of a twoleg to walk off as well!” Now that would have been a sight to see! Wila could only imagine how fantastical that would have been, how confused Flame would have been at the sight of a pile of snow growing twoleg paws and shifting to lay right under where Wila had landed.
Despite the odd funniness of it all, Wila had a race to now win. She shot a toothy grin toward Flame, tail quivering with excitement when she noticed the ginger tom stepping in line with her. She crouched, preparing her leg muscles to take off.
She stared at Flame just a moment longer before turning her eyes toward the stream’s shore. ”Three, two, one…go!” And just like that she was off, doing what she could to gather speed in hopes of beating Flame and getting to the felled tree first.
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Post by asrise on Sept 3, 2024 1:09:24 GMT -5
Ambassador - Forest near river with Risky (rεdwιllow )Ambassador could sense that there was more behind the young tortoiseshell than Risky was letting on, but she made sure not to probe. That was not her place, after all. The knowledge might come with time, but there was no reason to rush and risk putting them off before she could build trust. So the great molly nodded slowly instead. “Just alone right now. I see… So would you mind if we hunt together? I’m sure you know how to catch all sorts of prey, but I might be able to teach you something you don’t know.”She turned to the ice covering the stream, testing its strength with a paw. Looks like it’s not too thick to break… at least with another cat helping. Ambassador turned back to Risky. “Ever fished in winter before? It’s not impossible, but it’s a funny business. Down in the marshes, it’s easier to find the pools where they lurk.” The older molly made to head towards the marsh, hoping Risky would take the opportunity to follow. White Rapid - Log across the stream (ivypool4life )“What, you own this log?” White Rapid sneered, baring her fangs again. He doesn’t seem too much of a threat… Looks a bit chubby, actually. She thought, sizing up the tom before her. “I’ll talk to you whatever way I want, get it?” The young molly stepped back onto the log. She didn’t like it one bit when someone challenged her. Back in the mountains, she was the small one, and she had to stay fierce to snatch prey away from the other hungry kits who were all too happy to hog all the fresh-kill. And I’m not about to let this twerp sass me!Stony Pool - Log across the stream (ivypool4life )Stony Pool hummed softly as he heard his sister arguing… again. I’m not sure why she feels the need to fight every chance she gets… sometimes its just not necessary. And this was one of those times. Stony Pool was sure that the Bengal wasn’t too much of a threat. “We’re just passing through. We’re not trying to give you any trouble…” He mumbled, looking away from his sister. What they needed here was an ally, and she seems determined to try to slice whoever comes across her field of view. Maybe we’ve been without the Kinship for too long. Stony Pool missed being around other cats… his parents, his friends… his older brother, Grey Sky. But now isn’t the time to dwell on them. We must make new bonds.Kite - Barn with Alice, Finch and Amber (Feathertalon , ivypool4life )Kite’s ears flattened at the sharp tone of his mother’s rebuke. Surely we have a father… He thought. Maybe he was dead. But then… Why would Alice refuse to talk about him? Far from assuaging his questions, this only made more bud in his mind. But his mothers withering stare killed any further discussion. It was clear when she wouldn’t talk. “Okay…” He mewed in a small voice, hoping she would feel bad and share something about him. Kite looked at Amber, then Finch. No words had to be exchanged for him to know that they were thinking the same thing as he was. If we’re to find out anything about Father… it won’t be from Alice.
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Post by soot on Sept 3, 2024 21:01:48 GMT -5
Ahh, to remember my replies!! ;w; Let me know if I've missed any on here ^^' I'll try getting on these either tonight or tomorrow!
Rami to Sarabi, Edwina to Pumaheart, Zee to Killer, Canna to Running's siblings
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2024 0:06:55 GMT -5
whiplash 23 moons female clever | fiery | adaptable
she has a nick in her left ear, a small, thin scar tracing her left cheekbone, and a scarred laceration on her right hind leg. whiplash has a tan coat with mocha paws and ears, a smoky face, and a white maw. the tip of her tail fades into a warm brown as well. her eyes are a striking amber-orange. rogue | etherclan relations -- father - Chipped Rock whiplash grew up the sole survivor in her litter and when she was still a kit her mother passed to greencough, and her father slowly grew to resent her. she was originally named peanut, but her father grew to despise that name and renamed her. she doesn't know how to have fun without breaking a rule or breaking skin. definitely has a chip on her shoulder, but still confident despite everything. she has a soft spot for kittypets and those living the 'soft life', but has no desire to live in their 'gilded cage'.
chipped rock 45 moons male (open to receiving a new clan name) experienced | perseverant | pessimistic classic seal point siamese with silver furs here and there showing his age, and he is often poorly groomed. he has a patch of fur missing on his muzzle and a large jagged scar across his flank. walks with a limp favoring his left hind legs. grey eyes
relationships - father to whiplash chipped rock has led a rough life. he didn't grow up lavishly but his family lived off a farm and wanted for naught, so he often dreams of the old days. he blames whiplash for her mothers death but knows he could not survive without her, so their relationship is complicated. the two have gotten into countless squabbles with four legged creatures of all kinds and often hardly made it out with their lives. they are a powerful duo but they fight constantly.
swarovski 3 years female headstrong | flirtatious | proud swarovski is a yorkie diva sporting a lace collar and a thin pink ribbon tying her long head fur out of her face in a pretty little bow.
house dog swarovski was a show dog and retired after not winning three shows in a row after getting distracted by the audience's applause, but no one knows that about her. she proudly claims to have won every single show and retired early as a reward for her perfect performance. she will grant those she likes the privilege of calling her 'rosie' as opposed to her full name, swarovski.
Feathertalon i fixed it ^_^
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2024 6:58:10 GMT -5
Fawn - hello there! Your forms look great, but before I can accept and add you there’s just a few things ^^ To keep genders balanced you need to make a tom as well And for Whiplash’s description I need things like her pelt color and eye color Fix those things and I can accept and add!
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2024 19:40:43 GMT -5
Fawn - accepted and added! feel free to start role-playing c:
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Post by Myst on Sept 4, 2024 19:46:21 GMT -5
My week has proven to be a bit more busy that usual - I should have time for replies by this weekend at the absolute latest - I'm very sorry for the delay :c
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Post by Myst on Sept 4, 2024 19:47:14 GMT -5
also welcome Fawn!! glad to have you here~
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Post by ivypool4life on Sept 4, 2024 19:58:45 GMT -5
WIP by the way hoping to find connections?))
Wren -- 27 moons -- female (she/her) bubbly | energetic | rude/intorvert Wren is a marbled gray and white shekitty who has a torn out claw and hazel eyes. kittypet | clan cat?? all open, sister to Caci??, tbd
Opie(hehe definitely not my dogs name d:) -- 6 years -- male (he him) content | sensitive | friendly/kind A average to lean sized chocolate Labrador with deep brown eyes. He has light brown fur mixed in the his natural color on his hind end. Opie has very sensitive ears easily getting infections and irritation. house-dog | barn dog?? all open, all open, born with twolegs, he is a great swimmer
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Post by Light on Sept 4, 2024 22:12:40 GMT -5
(I looked up Wrenwing's pelt colouring, and it looks a lot like Caci's (Soot's character). I think she was open for family members, though I think Soot has a rough idea for the fam. :3)
(Welcome Fawn!)
(Feather: Is the orange molly planned or sandbox like the others? Just wondering how far to go with my post, heheh. ^^)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 5, 2024 7:06:00 GMT -5
Light - she is a cameo of one of my own characters, but you’re more than welcome to use her if you need for something! She’s a stoic and ruthless battle hungry gal named Europa c;
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Post by soot on Sept 5, 2024 12:11:54 GMT -5
Hello hello Fawn, welcome ^^!
And *ah* okay, I'll be trying to get atleast half my replies up today ;w; Likely will be sometime later today.
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Post by soot on Sept 5, 2024 12:13:25 GMT -5
ivypool4life As Light mentioned, I'd definitely be up for some relations with Caci ^^! Siblings are open for sure, though parents not currently, as I have a more rounded idea for how they are .w. From what I've thought up, she has 2 brothers, so a sister would be perfectly fine with me if you would like to!
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Post by soot on Sept 5, 2024 13:05:52 GMT -5
Zee
The Fenceline -|- With Killer ( Light ) -----------------------------------------
Zee could smell the tom’s usual scent radiating off of thick, reddish-black fur. And it was an oddly tempting scent, the forest. Freedom. Wide planes, and trees to take up the entirety of your vision, it very nearly made the tom pause and he offered a somewhat delayed response. Which was more delayed as he hummed, brows furrowed. The cold’s yowl? Ooh, the wind. He chattered, “You’ve got that right, that’s the real killer here.” He jokes slightly, fur fluffing at the thought of the breezing raking its sharp, cold claws over their pelts.He looks delighted at the question Killer asks. “Because as delightful, and warm, and fed as I am in the Barn. By the stars do I feel very- horrifically claustrophobic.” Zee replies, making his way somewhat closer to Killer, and turning himself around so he’s faced the same direction as his, perhaps being just a tad selfish and hoping the larger form could block the wind. Or, excuse his wrong language, he meant the cold’s yowl, of course.“I mean, frankly, normally I would say ‘Who cares?’ and head for the forest, even with the cold, maybe spend it with Lada, but I can’t just up and leave Boz, nor can I drag Boz with me. Not now that he has his little molly friend, of whom he actually gets along with stellar. Plus, we all know my delightful father-not-father would throw me to the wolves if he figured out Boz caught a sickness again because he was out in the cold too long (again) because of me.” He says in, somehow, a single breath.Zee knows he talks quite a bit, but oddly, not quite this much. It almost surprises the blue tom himself with how much of his inner thoughts of recently he just up and spilled. Well. He supposes Killer being the quieter one of the two, gives Zee the job of talking enough for the both of them, huh?Zee almost laughs out loud.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Boz
The Barn -|- With Wonder ( Light ) -------------------------------------- Boz blinked his eyes blearily, rolling his shoulders, and his tail tipping back and fourth before he opened his eyes clear, stark. He picked himself up, and made his way over to stand right next to Wonder, his fur grazing her’s. What’s she looking at?Boz follows her gaze, mumbling in response, “S’not too surprising.” He replies, squinting at what she’s looking at. Ah.. another cat, he flicks his tail. Boz supposes..“Well. We could always go say ‘el- hello, stall some, so it’s hopefully not as cold when they leave? Or perhaps decide to stay?” He asks, stumbling just a bit over his own words. The way he speaks so often muddled with the words Zee, or Spackle use. Even Lada. It's always been an odd mix, that sometimes, his tired, or exhausted head mixes and smashes together.(Ahk, sorry for how short Boz's reply is ^^')
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