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Post by Light on Sept 11, 2024 20:20:50 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) There had been some close calls, but now the street cats seemed to give pause and look at one another as they pondered this new information. Tooth, the most hotheaded of the bunch, was the first to speak up. “An’ how are we ta know ye are tellin’ the truth? Fer all we know, ye could be lyin’ through yer teeth!” “I have heard there has been more forest cat movement at the edge of the twolegplace these a’days. But they dun usually gather in such large groups. Surely we’d know if they had.” Claw mused aloud, letting his glare drift over the two toms. “But if they be telling the truth…” Both he and Tooth cringed at the thought. Forest cats were no joke. The last thing they’d want to do would be to get in a tussle with a bunch of foresters. (Gonna borrow Europa for this. I hope this is okay:) “I know you are a forest cat, and you do carry the scent of others. But the hairy one here could hardly be considered to be anything resembling a true forest cat. Am I to believe that you and your c-l-a-n, have taken this here bottom feeder under your protection?” Europa spoke slow and purposeful, pinning them each in turn with her relentless icy glare. “Because if that is the case-“ Her gaze shifted back to Frazzle with further intensity. His earlier gusto deflating, he felt himself instinctively flatten to the cold hard stone of the street. “You must know that you will no longer be welcome here. Our previous agreement will be void henceforth. You will be branded a traitor and if you are ever seen in this area again-” Her voice suddenly became spookily quiet and she took a firm step forward. “-there will be no mercy.” She turned away then, her orange tail held high. “Come along Tooth and Claw. We are done here.” The two lackeys exchanged a glance before trotting after her. “Aww, Europaa. But the bir-“ Tooth started to whine, looking longingly back over her shoulder. “I SAID we are done!” And that was the last thing Frazzle and Percy heard as the trio padded away. ~ Frazzle lifted himself from the street surface and gave his chest a couple of licks to regain his composure. Then as if nothing had happened, he lifted his head and flashed Percy a grin followed by a wink. “Let’s get this birdie back to your little clan, yeah?” He shook himself and trotted back to the leg he had carried earlier, ready to pick it up and get back to hauling it along.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 11, 2024 20:35:18 GMT -5
The urge to befriend the friend shaped Percy with one of my cats is very strong ;w; please throw a friend his way!! Percy is such a social butterfly, he wants all the friends Also, will hopefully get a reply up tomorrow but we shall see! I’ve got two exams to take -v-;
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Post by Light on Sept 11, 2024 20:39:32 GMT -5
No rush. All good. Best of wishes on the exams!
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Post by soot on Sept 11, 2024 21:29:16 GMT -5
Ahh, I’ll definitely be doing that sometime soon than! ;w; Maybe Edwina? That’d be fun! and Light, you’ve inspired me to do expressions as well!! I think I’ll work on that soon, might take me a good while to do everyone’s though!
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Post by soot on Sept 11, 2024 21:29:30 GMT -5
And good luck with those exams!
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Post by Myst on Sept 11, 2024 22:27:20 GMT -5
Ahhh I love all their expressions so much!! They’re all extremely fitting
Oooo if were better at art I’d try my hand at it for my cats
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Post by Fawn on Sept 11, 2024 23:21:43 GMT -5
Whiplash Chipped Rock| near the bridge | | open |
The disgruntled, scruffy older tom waltzed a few paces behind his daughter, an elongation in his gait exposing a subtle limp. Age had not taken kindly to the tom, and while the leg could handle weight, it never held for very long. He never complained directly about his pain, but preferred to constantly air grievances of other natures, such as the quality of the prey Whiplash had brought, or the darkness of the overhead clouds, or the worrysome scent of another pair, trio, or more of cats that they were running into with increasing frequency. "Do you even know where you're taking us?" he asked flatly, his ears pinned back in annoyance. "Or do you just think this lake is pretty? We'd better not be on a sightseeing tour, wasting my time... Are we going to that twolegplace? You can't be that flea-brained, Whiplash," his voice turned to an urgent hiss as he quickened his pace to catch up with his daughter. Whiplash rolled her eyes and looked to her right -- the river was beautiful, she couldn't deny it, but she also couldn't acknowledge it. Not without losing some of the respect of her father. "No, obviously, we aren't headed there. Why in the name of Silverpelt would we be going to the twolegplace?" she snapped, flicking her good ear in annoyance. She had patience for the old man, but it was limited. "Your mother came from one," came his aggressive reply, and she saw his cream and black fur begin to stand on end. That was quick, she thought. "Well, you must have liked kittypets at some point, right?" she argued. "I loved your mother. Unlike you, she was a beautiful soul. She would have been so much stronger if they hadn't poisoned her with all that junk." his words were thick with venom, and it was clear that Whiplash had struck a chord -- his hypocrisy. "Poison, souls, whatever. We're going to the forest. Maybe you can catch a kittypet for breakfast," she mused with a hint of sass, casting a pointed look at him. The two had slowed to a leisurely walking pace to argue, and now Whiplash took the opportunity to speed up and resume leading the way with a bit of distance between them. A bridge over the narrow river was just ahead -- it was old and barely holding itself together, but it would, or so Whiplash hoped, get them across and into the dense shelter of the forest. "Or, you know, a mole. All of this cover, even you could wait one out." her comment was rude, but such was their dynamic. The jab was enough to knock respect into the old tom's gut. "Anything bigger than a stupid field mouse," he sighed. The two finally agreed on something -- the move to the forest was a promising one.
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Post by ivypool4life on Sept 12, 2024 5:43:05 GMT -5
Hi guys sorry for the inactivity I will get replies up by the weekend. I think I have…
Tracker to dew Amber to finch Alice and kite Remind me if I have more.
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Post by asrise on Sept 12, 2024 8:55:53 GMT -5
ivypool4life There is also Orion to White Rapid/Stony Pool I believe.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2024 19:39:57 GMT -5
Percy »
He heard the debates between the street cats, noticed how they appeared more on edge now that the idea of more forest cats waiting nearby had been brought up. Tooth and Claw cast wary glances toward Percy and Frazzle, while Europa remained as cold and stoic as ever. Despite her bright ginger pelt she reminded Percy more of the moon - distant, dark, and chilling. Tooth and Claw he could handle in battle, but the large ginger molly would be a challenge. With her around Percy wanted nothing more than to avoid battle.
But his confidence had grown by now, the tom’s chest puffed out and his green eyes alight with premature victory. Inwardly he still balked under the harsh gaze of Europa, but he remained tall and proud, merely chuffing at the ginger molly’s assessment of the situation. ”Your threats mean nothing. It seems to me that you already don’t welcome Frazzle in these parts, with or without a Clan.” His words were followed by one last glare from the orange tabby, but Europa appeared to have had enough. She gathered her two henchmen before padding away, walking back into the shadows of the streets. It took some time before her brighter pelt vanished into the darkness, and longer yet for her scent to begin fading away.
The moment Percy realized she and the other two were gone he instantly deflated. His shoulders sagged, his head drooped. A long gust of air escaped his jaws, the anxiety he felt during that whole ordeal traveling out of his chest and into the frozen world around him. It wasn’t until now that he noticed just how tired that whole ordeal had made him.
But he couldn’t rest yet. Not until he was back in the forest. Not until he was back with Smoke and Poppy.
Turning back to Frazzle he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his muzzle at the sight of the younger tom. Unfazed and as cheeky as ever, it seemed as if Frazzle had never encountered three deadly street cats just a moment before. Percy couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped him. ”Keep this up and you really will be a Clan cat,” he teased, yet a small part of him did wonder if Frazzle could be a Clan cat. If Frazzle would be a Clan cat. If it were true that Europa and her gang would show Frazzle no mercy next time they caught him, then perhaps he’d be better off with the forming Clan cats than here. Would Frazzle even want that? Would he be willing to leave the area that was familiar to him in favor of a place that was new? Percy knew if he were in Frazzle’s paws he’d have to truly think about all before giving an answer. Percy didn’t have to think twice about leaving his home for the Clan since the Clan would be in the area he already called home.
That whole discussion could be brought up later. Right now Percy needed to get this back to Smoke’s den.
With a nod Percy agreed. ”Sounds like a perfect plan,” he mused before opening his jaws wide and sinking his fangs into the bird’s leg. His mouth watered as an explosion of flavors sparked across his tongue, but he refrained from letting hungry instinct take over. He’d have plenty to eat later, but for now, he had to get this back to Smoke and Poppy.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 12, 2024 19:40:50 GMT -5
Fawn - i have comet, star, and solomon open if you're interested! if not i'm sure others have characters open they'd be willing to throw your way c:
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2024 19:46:47 GMT -5
I'm currently at my self set limit ^^' I still have all my responses to get, which I'll be trying to get up in the next day or two!
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Post by soot on Sept 12, 2024 22:39:48 GMT -5
Light, Hi! Okay, quick lil' question, I forgot some timeline stuff. Should I.. subtly namedrop Spackle soon, or no?
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Post by Light on Sept 12, 2024 23:07:57 GMT -5
I'm good with whichever you decide. I'll just go with the flow either way. ~^^~
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Post by rεdwιllow on Sept 13, 2024 8:46:25 GMT -5
(asrise Don't worry about it! We could have an area of rapids where fish are still accessible, or if there's, like, a large pond/small lake that maybe isn't all the way frozen in the middle?)
(whispering Did you post a reply for Fran with Jasmine and I missed it? I don't think you did, but I wanted to check ^^')
(Myst I'll post a reply for Firefly at some point either today or tomorrow. I've been super busy lately )
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Post by Myst on Sept 13, 2024 13:29:56 GMT -5
hello hello sorry I vanish for a few days there I will get my remaining replies up ASAP, hopefully tonight or sometime tomorrow
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2024 20:22:48 GMT -5
FrazzleLocation: Twolegplace With: Percy ( Feathertalon ) Frazzle cast Percy a lopsided grin at the suggestion, chuckling before his jaws closed around the bird’s other leg. His expression was deep in thought as the two began dragging the large bird away. A clan cat, huh? Living life as a big family who looked after one another. It sounded too good to be true. But who was he kidding? He’d been blessed his whole life with amazing cats who looked after him and made every day a little brighter. Just imagine if they could all be in one place! Now that really would be pretty amazing. A new excitement began to stir within his chest. It wasn’t an adrenaline-filled one like before, but rather one built on a subtle hope. Could these changes in the forest bring his family back together? He glanced over at Percy. Could this lucky star and his friends be the start to his dreams coming true? Luckily, they had little altercation on the way back to the fence line that indicated the forest’s edge. Frazzle made sure to take a relatively safe and short route, although there had been one twoleg who spotted them. After some uncanny squealing, the twoleg quickly ran for its den. Nonetheless, the two toms didn’t dally there very long. And after a lot of neck jerking and coordination efforts, the two toms finally made it to the edge of town. A large black metallic monster rumbled by on the final icy thunderpath before the fenceline. With a nod and wink toward Percy, Frazzle mustered his energy and made a dash for it. The tantalizing morsel in his jaws weighed heavily upon his neck, his shoulders, his back. At some point in their journey, his normally boundless energy had begun to run low. But make it across this thunderpath, he would! Or so he thought until his paws caught an icy patch. With a muffled meow of alarm, he half-slid-half-skidded across the last half of the thunderpath, spinning a little in the process. He could feel the chicken stretching tense in his jaws with the lapse in their coordination, but he held on tight regardless. In the moment before they slid off the edge, he almost found the experience kind of fun; thrilling in its own sort of dizzying way. But that all ended when they reached the edge of the thunderpath, he found himself stumbling for a lack of even surface. Into the snow his face went, and somewhere along the way down the snowy slope, he lost hold of the bird leg~ ripped right from his jaws in the whirlwind of snow and sky. The world kept spinning, and Frazzle wasn’t exactly sure when it was his body stopped rolling down the slope. But when his senses came back to him, he found himself on his side and his head half-buried in snow. The tom gradually sat up and shook his head. Finding himself comfortable in the cold, yet surprisingly soft snow, Frazzle decided against standing and moving right away. “Whoo! That’s more like it,” he sighed to himself, sinking right into the soft snow. He casually glanced about in search of Percy and the bird. Surely they mustn’t have gone far.
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2024 20:55:47 GMT -5
Fran || with Jasmine rεdwιllowFran purred, "No worries, dear. My name is Fran."
The old molly pondered at Jasmine's offer. Although her house was only a few blocks over, she was tired. Her aching limbs were beginning to become bothersome. Mom would not fret if she came home late- if she never showed up, she would worry. The white she-cat's mind drifted to the fearful day she'd been lost. The two ferocious cats who'd chased her deep into the woods after she'd strayed too far onto their territory. Fran's housefolk had been distraught, searching for her for days before they'd finally found each other. The old molly hadn't gone to explore beyond the treeline ever again. Until recently, she ventured with the curious Milo; it was her first time stepping foot beneath the trees in years. And although they hadn't met with the vicious wildcats, and Fran's pelt still prickled uneasily, a weight was lifted off her shoulders. She'd overcome her fear. After many years of avoidance, she had finally done it with the encouragement of a friend. Blue eyes blinked, shining with gratitude at the ginger molly ahead of her. She wasn't too far away from home. It wouldn't hurt to rest and befriend somecat new. "Yes, I'd love that." Fran purred, whisking her tail before she followed Jasmine. Leo || with Laika FeathertalonLeo relaxed even further as her laughter sounded. So beautiful and soft, like her. The sweet music filled him with serotonin, and before he knew it his own laughter joined hers. A purr so deep and rustic, it could have been mistaken for a growl if it hadn't been for the calmness in his dark eyes. The long-furred tom gulped down the rest of his meal, his ears pricked as Laika's meow sounded again. A low hum sounded in his chest as he groomed his face. "In the spring, huh?" Didn't they have a long way to go until spring? Perhaps not very long, about a month or two. Surely, they would be mates before then? As impatient and adamant he was on making the tabby molly his treasure, Leo knew best as any other cat how important dates were. They were bonding experiences that built the foundations of love. Not that he needed much convincing for Laika to fall in love with him, bless her heart. He could see how much she cared for him in her deep green eyes. Leo locked eyes with her, letting the silence stretch as his mind swarmed with indecision. For a moment, he thought Laika would bring it up herself, that she would speak up, finally. But instead, the molly inquired if he'd keep her warm. And she began to ramble, as she usually did. Orange eyes began to glow with mischief as Laika went on. He could guess what she was wanting, yearning, to say. Her wants were the same as his. Which was why they couldn't wait until spring. No, that just won't do. If they confessed their feelings now, their kits could be on the way in spring... His kits. Tiny Leo's and Laika's, tiny kits with stubby nubs for tails and boisterous personalities. The thought only fed into his anticipation, his paws tingling with impatience. "Maybee...?" His mischievous growl sounded, prompting her to continue. The ginger tom dropped into a crouch, and gently tackled her onto the hay-strewn floor. His paws planted firmly on either side of her. "Do I make you so tongue-tied, chicken?"(so sorry i took so long with these yall D: finishing up gray sky and then they'll all be done :3)
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Post by whispering on Sept 13, 2024 20:56:34 GMT -5
Smoke || with Cotton & Creamsicle Light Feathertalon "Hmm, Splash." Smoke's face furrowed thoughtfully as he searched his mind for a cat who met Creamsicle's description. Splash was the name of a rogue, how did the young molly come across such a funny name? Focus. They walked on a few paces before it finally dawned on him. It had been days before the snow, Smoke was returning from foraging the pine forest when an eerie wail sounded. The tom had frozen, his ears pricked and alerted for danger. Did someone need his help? The gray tabby waited for moments that lasted forever before the bloodcurdling wail sounded again. A cat that sounded so distraught had to be in trouble! Dropping his herbs, Smoke raced toward the sound, scrambling to a halt when he came across the powerful scent of a cat. And not many tail-lengths ahead, a molly sat. Her fur ruffled and an overwhelming aura of despair surrounded her. Slowly, Smoke had neared the sad cat. Although he hadn't known her predicament, Smoke's heart twisted with sympathy. Gently, cautiously, the tabby meowed a hello, inquiring what was the matter. Yellow eyes full of unimaginable anguish bore into Smoke as the molly fell into a story about the loss of her litter. "My precious kits... I only left to hunt. I must find them." She'd choked out. Smoke lay her tail across her shoulder in an attempt to comfort the stranger. He wished there was something he could do. The healer had pleaded for the tortie cat to come to his den so he could take care of her. But, she only replied with a slow shake of her head before stiffly rising and padding away. Her tail dragged in the dirt behind her. Thank you, but I can't go with you knowing my kits may be in danger. It had been the last time he'd seen or heard from the strange cat, but he'd kept her in his prayers. Could she have been Splash? Was Creamsicle one of the missing kits? "I saw a cat a moon ago, a sleek tortoiseshell tabby. She was very sad; said her kits had been taken away. But I didn't catch her name..." His voice faltered as Cotton's meow sounded, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh- do you know a Splash too?" For a moment there was awkward silence between the three. Smoke's paws shuffled self-consciously in the snow. His green eyes flickered from the two she-cats over to the lungwort. Only a few shriveled leaves clung to the plant. His heart plummeted, he'd have to dig if he wanted to find anything useable. Or maybe I'll have to visit the twoleg garden after all.
Magpie || with Vanilla asrise
The black-and-white molly fluffed out her coat as she was met with the chill of the outdoors. "Brrr!" She'd exclaimed, realizing the twoleg den had been warmer than she'd thought. But, at least her belly was full. For the time being, anyway. Before Magpie could reach the fence, Vanilla's meow sounded behind her. Magpie turned and met her desperate eyes, her head tilting curiously. If she wasn't mistaken, it sounded as if Vanilla wanted her to return. To see her again. Maybe it was an opportunity she should take up. The strays who claimed the allies of twolegplace were unpredictable and dangerous. Magpie wasn't much of a skilled fighter. Nor did she fancy scavenging through metal-bins and hunting the rodents that hung around them. Kittypet food wasn't very satisfying- nothing beat fresh caught prey, but perhaps it would have to do for now... "I'll come back tomorrow!" Magpie exclaimed finally with a decisive nod of her head. She turned so she could fully meet Vanilla's gaze, "I won't be far. Monsters are quiet warm when they're sleeping, they make tolerable places to sleep if you can get past the smell..." Magpie shuttered at the memory of the morning before when she'd been woken by the monster's throaty growl. The molly quickly scrambled away in a coughing fit as she choked on its overpowering scent.
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Post by Light on Sept 13, 2024 23:42:27 GMT -5
(Splaaaash! ;w;)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 14, 2024 13:27:16 GMT -5
The Splash revelation has my heart right now 🥺 Will try to get to replies tomorrow, if not then probably Monday!
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2024 15:33:27 GMT -5
Zee
Farm Fenceline -|- With Killer (Light ) ---------------------------------------------
Zee quirked a flippant ear. “Yes, yeah- I’ve heard that before. But I do think some experience with the why of such a question is important for everycat to know. Even if it means toughing a cough.” He replies, with a wide smile, and oddly breathless tone as he looks over the wide, open expanse of the farmland. Spackle, as incautious as Spackle is, he’s careful with the small kits and cats.It ruffled his feathers, thinking he’s a bit stuck here. Not that he truly is, but he wants to revel, enjoy this weather, and it’s hard to do with how bad it is right now.Which begs the question..Zee turns to Killer, an ear flickering inquisitively. “Soso, what’re you doing here, Killer of mine?” He asks, blinking slowly in wait of the question.-------------------------------------- Boz
The Barn -|- With Wonder (Light ) --------------------------------------------
Boz flicked his ears, “I rather think so.” He replies without missing a beat of contemplation, the usual, small moment of thought he always has before speaking. More articulated, but still groggy. “Most cats here are friendly enough.” The tom adds with a little shrug, quirking an ear at the..Look, in Wonder’s eyes, catching on the dim light of the cold day, before he looks back down. Shuffling on his paws, he pushes himself to stand up a bit straighter, lifting a paw to rub at his ear before settling it again. He flicks his tail. “Ah.. mollies first, yeah?” He says, before… quickly calculating his jump, and shooting off right before Wonder has the opportunity, landing in the hay and sinking into it like leaves, or snow.His black and bleached furred body is small, and absolutely buried, before he pops back up again, straw sticking to his ears and fur as he hops out, and shakes it off of his paws. He turns to look up to Wonder with a smile, and perked ears.
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2024 15:35:58 GMT -5
Canna
---------------------------------------------- Canna felt a surge of almost- earnest confusion fluffing up her fur, before she paused, realization crossing her face, along with a troubled look. Stars- she shouldn’t be surprised, what with her lack of keeping up on her territory's scent, not that she.. Well. Canna hadn’t been as attentive, as she should’ve been.The edges of her territory are a bit further back, but still, close enough that it should be warding cats off.She settles her fur, “No one of importance.” Canna says, “I.. apologize, ah..” She pauses.Stars. She should probably just turn back. The russet cat shoots a glance over her shoulder, and sighs. “I’ll be turning back, don’t mind me.” She replies a bit quieter this time, any prior motivation sinking from her shoulders like rain sinks leaves.She’s hungry. But most of all, she’s exhausted. Canna needs to hunt- but. She can steer clear of here, maybe refresh her scent markers, any that are along the way anyway.
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2024 15:40:18 GMT -5
Edwina
--------------------------------------- Edwina was honestly happy for the curl of amusement from herself, and Pumaheart. It settled her some, and brought a happy rattle of her ear, and skip of her heart. Edwina- well, the curiosity festers, but she sets her focus on the current task at hand.Rejuvenating herself, so she firstly doesn’t feel so exhausted, and maybe getting something settled in her stomach. You truly aren’t in the right state of mind when tired, and hungry. Sore. Oh stars -Starclan?- everythings going to be so sore once she wakes up, won’t it?Edwina’s shoulders sink, accepting her soon to be sore muscles that won’t want to carry her anywhere but to a nest, and looks to her prey.And back up to the Puma. “Time for a bit of respite.” She says with a quiet, breathy tone, looking back towards the prey in front of her with obvious intent. -------------------------------- Rami
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Rami couldn’t help but agree, with a mild wince, and flattened ears. “Lucky is an understatement.” She replies with a set of bunched shoulders, which she releases quickly, perking her ears on demand. Goodness, being sick was genuinely.. Very unpleasant. Aches, and shivers that wouldn’t let her rest, and wet, horrid breathing. She could feel her own body seeming to fail.
Though it’s not something she’d really ever admit aloud, after that experience, the fear of getting sick again skips along the back of her thoughts, sometimes. It leaves her fearful. Any sneeze, or cough leaves Rami’s mind racing. It’s a bit of a thoughtless fear, really, and- well, getting sick is a bit inevitable, isn’t it? Out there, she thinks with a slight glance.
The golden molly turns towards her sister, “Oh, of course I do, those little entertaining felines. Lets?” She says, happy for the changed train of thought, and lets her sister, ever the leader and molly to take charge, lead the way. Walking along with her.
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2024 15:42:35 GMT -5
Ah!! Okay, all my replies done ^^! I apologize for how long that took, I was kind of out of the swing of things. Ahhh! The reveal! ;w;
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Post by asrise on Sept 14, 2024 16:00:59 GMT -5
soot No pressure at all, but when did you want to start on Lavinia and Rudy's story? I'm thinking of starting Rudy off with my other responses soon. Is that okay or would you rather wait/write first?
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Post by soot on Sept 14, 2024 16:15:54 GMT -5
Oh you're all good to start doing responses with Rudy! I'm thinking we can start with the three soon though ^^
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 14, 2024 19:44:06 GMT -5
Autumn -- 25 moons -- Female Soft | Sweet | Friendly long furred calico hair is long around the neck, body and tail with hazel eyes. white patch around the muzzle ,chest and fades down into her underbelly with pink nose Barn cat | SylvanClan Her mother often whispered stories that her father used to tell her of a groups of cats living in the forest and meadow. She never knew her father or where he came from, her mother never told Autumn.
Samson -- 42 moons -- Male Strong willed | Persistent | Loyal short furred brown tabby with small white spots under his chin and on his chest, green eyes. bobbed tail Loner | EtherClan When he was just coming out of kittenhood, Samson and his father had been separated by a dog chasing them. Samson was caught by his tail by the dog, it was bitten off causing him to have a bobbed tail. Samson made his escape once his father had gained the attention of the dog. Later in his life after being taught all the basics of surviving he awake to his father gone, never to be seen again. His grew up and lived alone ever since, constantly roaming.
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(hope i did that right, if not and i need to change anything pls lmk (: )
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 14, 2024 20:57:59 GMT -5
MotherofSolaceYour forms look good! I won’t be able to add you until probably tomorrow evening, but you’re free to start role-playing! I have a few characters open, but I know Fawn has made starters already and needs somebody to interact with ^^
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Post by MotherofSolace on Sept 14, 2024 23:26:08 GMT -5
Autumn 🍂| open |
It was the season that Autumn was thankful for her long thick coat, winter. The biting cold was slowly eating away the last bit of warmth she still had from her paws after exiting the hay field barn. The air was crisp today as she set out on her journey for prey. She had never been to the forest beyond the meadow, but something was telling her that she might have better luck there today. So she had set out once the sun had come far enough into the sky to see. Autumn hoped it would make traveling easier by have the sun bathe her till she reached the shadows of the forest.
Keeping her senses open and maintaining a decent pace, she made her way through the meadow. Most of the once tall grass was now either gone or was stuck in clumps of icy frost that chilled her nose when she passed by too closely. Ears pointing forward, she listened for any signs of creatures that might be lurking in the dried patches of grass or any other cats that might be about on the same mission as herself. She didn’t like confederation and did her best to avoid it when she could. Truly she was the type of cat that would rather talk out problems first before unsheathing claws.
Squinting her hazel eyes against the cool breeze that began to blow, she was nearing the bridge that allowed the crossing into the forest. All sense on high alert she slowed her pace to scent for any other cats nearby.
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