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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 18, 2024 18:47:26 GMT -5
RIDGERUNNER - - ★
with [ MEADOWLARK ] at [ THE COTTAGE GARDEN ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Ridgerunner felt nothing but pride as a grin made its way on his maw. The way he had the molly almost at a loss for words was exactly what his goal was, and he quite enjoyed the push and pull game of their reciprocated flirting. Sure, he planned to court Meadowlark one day, but he wanted to enjoy the sweet honeyed fun that came with the early stages of flirting and showing interest. Twitching his whiskers, he gestured for the molly to follow with a nod of his head. He proceeded to beckon her with his tail as he trotted towards the pond. A nice drink from the water with her sounded right up their alley.
"Perhaps we will get a drink at the pond, and see if the Bee Keepers will have any honey left out for us?" He suggested thoughtfully, head tilting slightly. Ridgerunner slyly glanced towards Meadowlark with a purr. "But surely the honey won't be as sweet as you are." He decided wittily.
Ridgerunner truly enjoyed the mood and soft feelings that fell upon the two when they walked and spent time together. He was always so enchanted by the young molly, and he truly enjoyed testing his luck with his words, and looking for a reaction within her. His shoulder brushed gently against the black and white mollies as they walked, nearing the water that lapped at the bed of the pond. He knew things were going his way, but he would still make that effort.
It what his father had taught him, after all. If he showed interest and it worked, why change anything?
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 18, 2024 19:06:08 GMT -5
SUNFLOWERPAW - - ★
with [ SPIDERPAW ] at [ ABANDONED COTTAGE ] | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
The sun felt amazing on her pelt as she trotted out of the cottage and into the garden. She inhaled slowly and stretched before she sat down, stretching her un-broken leg outward and spreading the toes with ease. Her hips ached like she was an old molly, but she figured she had just slept on her weaker hip. With her stomach rumbling, she glanced around slowly. Her father had not been in his nest next to her when she had woken up. She figured he had gotten an early start to hunting. She couldn't complain, really. He was an amazing hunter, and she was a completely different rank. She loved her own job- collecting herbs and healing just as her mentor taught her.
Sunflowerpaw was quite lost in thought, she almost didn't see Spiderpaw approach. There was a slight jump to the ginger and white tabby mollies posture as soon as Spiderpaw entered her vision. As soon as the bristling began, it faded and a purr rumbled in the apprentices throat. She jumped up and made her way over, wobbling as she held her broken back leg up. "Spiderpaw! You were out early, did you catch-" She cut herself off when she noticed the hunter apprentice carrying a meal. "Oh wow! You caught a bird!" Birds tended to be Sunflowerpaws' go to when eating. She purred loudly and sat down in front of the molly.
She didn't say much else though, but truly hoped with all her heart that Spiderpaw was approaching to ask if they could eat together. She loved eating a meal with Spiderpaw, and just overall spending time with the black furred molly. Sunflowerpaw truly hoped the other felt the same, though.
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Post by polarized on Aug 19, 2024 1:55:43 GMT -5
 RipplePond with Tumblewhisker / Open to Interaction
Ripple didn’t waver his gaze from the water below him. He simply twitched his ears at Tumblewhiskers words. He supposed it was right for him to be curious, not many of the Honeyclan cats knew he stayed near them. “I have stayed here for more moons than you can imagine,” He snorted. “I have been lucky in which I have not had to deal with the consequences of twolegs. I was kitted here, long before Honeyclan existed.” He purred to the young tom. Ripple continued, “The twolegs you speak of, they sound dangerous.” Ripple looked back at Tumblewhisker. “I try to keep out of other cats ways,” The older brown tabby tom sighed, his breath rattling. “Honeyclan is too peaceful, they wouldn’t be ready if something were to happen. That’s why I keep to myself.” He meowed, shuffling his paws. “You seem different. I’m Ripple.”
tags; asrise (as Tumblewhisker)
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asrise
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Post by asrise on Aug 19, 2024 8:24:19 GMT -5
 TumblewhiskerPond with Ripple / Open to interaction
"I'm not sure that's true..." Tumblewhisker sighed. "You see, I'm sort of worse for wear right now, as you can see." He dipped his paw back into the water. "But thank you, Ripple. My name is Tumblewhisker." The smaller tom continued to pick at the fish that Ripple had brought him. It tasted amazing, though he couldn't tell if that was because he hadn't eaten is so long. Tumblewhisker then got to work on his coat, grooming through the dirt that had caked onto it as he had rested. "Why do you say that HoneyClan is too peaceful? Do you think you'd fare better by yourself if anything were to happen?" He asked the loner, twitching his ears. "And what makes me so different?" He made a motion to start grooming through the tabby's matted fur, but refrained from starting before he had permission. I don't want to freak him out, after all.
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Cloverwood
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 20, 2024 16:58:17 GMT -5
Frogfly
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Outside in the Fields with Featherstream
Frogfly awoke from his dream with a deep purr in his chest, a sandy-tongued lapping at his nose giving him the comfort of a kit. His eyes fluttered open and quickly turned to crescent moons at the sight of Featherstream.
He felt nothing but warmth and butterflies in his heart gazing upon the tom. "Gorgeous tomcat... fluffy fur, eyes like the sky. Gorg- fluffy, fluffy- bluuue bluuue eyes." Frogfly's internal monologue became kerfuffled by his feelings for Featherstream. He shook his head only slightly but kept his position.
"I like waking up like this." Frogfly closed his eyes and kept purring but then grumbled a bit. "I was having a dream that somecat stole my bokchoy from beneath my very paws! Can you imagine?" Such is the version of a nightmare in Frogfly's world.
He shuddered a bit from the thought and decided to sit up a bit, Featherstream following along. Frogfly began grooming the ragdoll silently in a return of favor, simply basking in his aura. His fur feeling comforting across his own tongue.
Frogfly never had to worry or wonder how Featherstream thought of him and this knowing surged sunny comfort in his soul. He felt kindred to him and Frogfly seldom ever wanted to see him leave when he was beside him. The sight of his tail waving behind him was both beautiful and full of sorrow to poor Frogfly.
"Thso..." Frogfly said in between licks, his tongue still out. "How are thingths going with your apprentithce?" He stopped licking, giggling to himself at how funny he sounded for a moment. "Your apprentice looks awfully like you~ I think we should pay him a visit at the Lilypad Pond and share some bokchoy, what do you say?"   tags: ❀jadepaw❀  |
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Cloverwood
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 20, 2024 17:18:53 GMT -5
Applestar
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With Coralskip on the Cottage Roof
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Behind the Cottage at the Wishing Well - Open to Interaction
"What a divine gesture, Coralskip." Applestar nods to the older tom and curls her tail briefly with his. "This will be a fine addition to my nest." She purrs and oggles the feather much like a kit, the colors are just oh so brilliant. As well as perfectly preserved! Barely a nick or plume missing, it was rather impressive.
"Thank you for your time and your words, my friend. It is always the warmest pleasure." The molly gingerly grabs the feather in her maw and gives another nod to Coralskip in departure. She always looked forward to their next meeting.
"A true Honey Clan cat." Applestar thought to herself with a trot in her step.
Applestar, with tail raised high and tip twirling with the wind, trotted across the roof. She scaled down the ivy with excellence, her pelt picking up some pollen and dried sunflower along the way.
Behind the cottage laid an old wishing well that was shaded by a mystical looking weeping willow tree.
Behind that laid an outstretch of untouched wood. Applestar paused behind the cottage, hearing the faint voices of Hazelnutheart and Ivypaw from within. The she-cat kicked up some grass, the wind working with her to scatter the dirt tufts. She placed the duck feather into the crevice gently and covered it up with more grass than dirt, wanting to keep it safe for when she returned to her nest in the nighttime.
Applestar's gaze loomed back over to the well and the forest line. She saw the ever-mysterious Ashclaw stalking the outskirts with the gait of a most intimidating fighter. She had not spoken very much with this cat but she was very intrigued by her and felt immense respect for her.
"She protects us more than we probably know.." Applestar pondered and stared. "I wonder the creatures she has seen in the wood that we have not." Her eyes narrowed. "My, isn't she a beautiful molly." She widened her eyes and licked her shoulder in embarrassment even though no one could read her thoughts.
She cleared her throat and stood up, holding her head a little higher. She padded towards the well, intaking the scent of old water and skittering bugs. The shade cooled off her sun-soaked pelt, allowing her to take a deep breath in. Looking up to the tree branches above, she sat in a quiet marvelling at the beauty of the environment, the willow leaves grazing her pelt gently and the distant well water below echoing her into a zen. 
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 20, 2024 17:23:16 GMT -5
Hazelnutheart
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With Ivypaw inside the Cottage
Hazelnutheart meows in content satisfaction. She is always most impressed with her apprentice's dedication to Starclan.
"We share the same idea, I think we should pay StarClan a visit tonight." She stood up and did a full body stretch, kicking her foot a bit behind her as she did so. "Perhaps both of us going together and sleeping there for the night will give us some much needed insight."
Hazelnutheart looked up to the herb bundles on the desk, almost forgetting about their lesson.
She jumped up onto the desk with much grace and grabbed the bundle of butterfly weed, her eyes catching the sun. She hopped back down and seated herself in front of the little cat.
"You see here, this is butterfly weed. It has become rather dry now, I've been bathing it in the sun for many sun-highs. I will show you later where I keep it grown." She put a paw on the bundle, some of the petals falling off as she did so. "The petals of the butterfly weed are most identifiable by their starry shape. And as you can see, the bleaching of the sun makes certain parts of the orange fade very pale." The molly mewed in a joy. "Some parts look similar to your pelt color, Ivypaw, you see?"
Hazelnutheart felt that usual warmth in her heart gazing down at Ivypaw, ears pricked and starry eyed.
"I think for today, we should focus on the butterfly weed and taking our stay at the Butterfly Hutch this moonhigh. This herb is very important for us medicine cats at Honey Clan and I will teach you why tonight." Hazelnutheart loafed in a strip of sunlight on the dusty floorboards, her old bones needing a break. "I will teach you most of what you need to know tonight, my love. StarClan has guided this day for us."  tags: cinder |
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 22, 2024 12:26:10 GMT -5
SWEETPAW - - ★
Sweetpaw had gotten up early in the morning, usually an early bird to begin with, but she wanted to practice some hunting by herself. She wanted to surprise her father with his favorite prey, but she still struggled with hunting squirrels. But she was an expert in hunting mice, and especially so this morning. She had ended up catching at least three and trotted back towards the cottage with her head held high, and all three mice dangling from her jaw by their tails. After setting down one for her father to find when he woke up, and one for her siblings to share when they were hungry, she made her way over to the garden to see if anyone else was awake to offer her last mouse to. Her golden gaze managed to pick out Orangepaw's bright fur against the colorful flowers, looking deep in thought as she studied all the petals.
The young apprentice excitedly bounded over to the other, not trying to conceal her approach so Orangepaw would easily be able to hear her. She set her prey down and smiled brightly at the flame pointed molly, her tail lashing excitedly behind her. "Good morning, Orangepaw! Are you hungry? I caught an extra mouse." She said with a purr in her throat.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 25, 2024 15:15:11 GMT -5
MEADOWLARK - - ★
Meadowlark was eager to fall in beside the silver-brown tom, trotting happily next to Ridgerunner. If they were going to the ponds by the farms she briefly wondered if they would run into any of the farm dogs, they were always silly to interact with, but she hoped it would remain just the two of them for the afternoon. Or however long they would spend the day together. The black and white molly hoped it would be until the sun went down, and even then she'd most likely linger at his nest before they both needed to say goodnight. To say Meadowlark was smitten would be an understatement. Anyone could see she was head over tail for her fellow hunter, and she did nothing to hide her affections from the tom himself.
"Oh, Ridgerunner..." She said with a giggle, turning her head away bashfully. He was an expert at making her blush, and she was ever so exhilarated to hear whatever flirt would come from his mouth next. A shiver ran up her spine when their pelts brushed and she walked closer to him so it would happen again, feeling heat rise to the tips of her ears. "I hope we're able to get some honey today, it'll be close to the end of the season soon, right?" Meadowlark looked to Ridgerunner for his answer, knowing he'd been living in the clan far longer than her.
They crossed into farmland, her ears twitching as the distant sounds of barn animals that were still a ways away from them. She followed the well-worn path that veered towards the pond, the grass growing taller and the cattails making an appearance. "The upcoming festival will be mine and my brother's first. I'm excited to celebrate with everyone, but especially with you." Meadowlark leaned forward and pressed her wet pink nose to his cheek before approaching the pond's edge and leaned over to lap up it's cool, clear water.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Aug 25, 2024 22:05:00 GMT -5
GINGERBREEZE - - ★
with [ OPEN ] at [ HONEY BEE FARM ] | tag
Gingerbreeze laid lazily beneath one of the trees not far from the honey bee farm, she'd fallen asleep there sometime in the late morning after catching a couple of squirrels. The buzzing of the bees had come to be one of her favorite sounds since joining Honeyclan, she liked to hang around bee houses and watch the little black and yellow insects buzz around. She also didn't mind going up to the twolegs that worked in their funny little suits, liking when the ones that shed them would pet her head, or scratch her ears. It reminded her of her own twolegs, and made her think of her sister, Tangerine.
The white and orange molly let out a sad sigh and decided to stand up, making her way over to one of the bee houses, seeing a twoleg head towards it. As he was collecting some honey, she came around and let out a cheerful meow, purring and sitting patiently. She heard the twoleg make a noise before offering some of the sticky sweet amber. She purred harder as she lapped it up, the sweet taste warming her instantly. Gingerbreeze brushed against his leg before bounding away and back to her tree. GOOSENOSE - - ★
with [ OPEN ] at [ THE WISHING WELL ] | tag
Goosenose sat at the edge of the wishing well, looking into it with a sad smile. His thoughts were on Sunshine today, his previous mate weighed heavy on his mind. He missed the golden cat so much he still dreamed about her, and he wasn't sure if he looked forward to them every night, or if he was tortured by them.
The black and white tom peered down into the well, letting out a heavy sigh and laying on the old bricks that made up the well itself. He tucked his paws underneath himself and shut his eyes, sending up a prayer to Star Clan, unsure if they'd actually hear them. |
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Cloverwood
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 31, 2024 16:13:52 GMT -5
Fishpaw
* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
At the Lilypad Pond - Open to Interaction
"Stay right there, little fish..." Fishpaw's thoughts were firmly focused on the rainbow trout pecking at the pebbles in the Lilypad Pond. He was in a crouched position, haunches wriggling with his pupils completely dilated in preparation.
Fishpaw lept with swift momentum into the water, digging his extra long claws into the trout and killing it with ease. The water rippled from his big splash, making the lilypads dance placidly around him.
"What a life~" Fishpaw purred to himself, flipping onto his back with the rainbow trout splayed across his belly; he floated in the water as if he wasn't a land-cat.
Fishpaw found his thoughts wandering to Cinnamonpaw and he felt himself get annoyed!
"I should have invited her here to watch me catch fish..." Fishpaw thought out loud, as he often would, and shook his own head at himself. "Could have really impressed her just then." He beamed with pride for himself. "Could have really impressed her just then— Fishpaw, Expert Trout Catcher!" He snickered to himself and kicked his floating paws in amusement.  |
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Cloverwood
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 31, 2024 19:02:26 GMT -5
Trinket
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Near the Bee Houses with Gingerbreeze
Trinket padded alongside the beebalm flowers, the ones with bright magenta petals that the honey bees loved to collect nectar from.
"This flower smells so familiar." Trinket pondered to himself. "Ah— it smells like Earl Grey tea..." He let out a somber sigh, thinking back to his former Twoleg. She loved drinking Earl Grey in the early mornings and Trinket loved being curled up in her lap, cozy and peaceful on his favorite blanket, with his favorite person.
Trinket plucked one of the flowers gingerly from the stem, wanting to take it back to his nest inside the cottage. He was due for some much needed 'at-home' comfort.
He looked over after picking the flower to see Gingerbreeze brushing up against the suited Twoleg's in a way only a kittypet would. He eyed the molly as she padded to the shade of a tree; he could sense a melancholy coming from her that felt familiar to him.
Trinket decided to go up to Gingerbreeze, they hadn't really talked before and he was always happy to make a new friend. He approached the ginger and white she-cat steadily and with a soothing meow.
"Hello, you're Gingerbreeze, right?" Trinket put down the beebalm and gave her a slow blink. "I saw how comfortable you were with the bee keeper just now. Did you use to be owned?" Trinket continued on, nestling his paws underneath his tail as a means for comfort. "I got this flower because the smell reminds me of my owner, I haven't seen her in a long time." Trinket decided to be honest with her, as he typically would be. While he would often hide his deep sadness, he tried to live by being a very emotionally honest cat.
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 31, 2024 19:09:27 GMT -5
Hey Cloverwood where are you gonna start Thimble I would love a interaction of him and Blake.//// (sorry for posting on the main page I realized after I posted) |
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Cloverwood
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Post by Cloverwood on Aug 31, 2024 20:39:56 GMT -5
Thimble
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In the Gardens Outside the Cottage - Open to Interaction
Thimble stepped one paw out of the cottage's front door, slowly poking their head out... looking left... looking right.
"The coast seems clear..." The kit thought, ever leery of running into some trouble. It took a lot for the kit to venture from the cottage but they were feeling particularly sunny today. All that pranced through the kit's mind were thoughts of sitting in a daisy patch and watching the geese fly by.
Thimble lumbered along slowly, always taking their sweet time to do anything. They stopped to play with the handle of a wooden bucket and got startled a bit by seeing their reflection in the water that resided inside. They weren't used to such objects or getting their paws too grassy, although they loved getting clovers stuck in between their toes.
With little whiskers twitching in a way so dandy, Thimble finally made it to the sweet patch of daisy they watched grow from the window sill of the cottage's living room; it was real nice to see it up close. With tail in content sway, Thimble closed their eyes and took a deep breath of daisy aroma in... letting their thoughts wander.
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Post by Dark on Sept 1, 2024 17:25:54 GMT -5
 
Sunspirit | with Goosenose at the Wishing Well | tags: 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Sunspirit purred contently as he relished in the warmth of the sun, spread out on a tree branch that was perfect for basking on. What a nice day to relax, the tom thought to himself, his purrs beginning to grow louder. However, this feeling wouldn't last long when a cloud blotted out the sun's beautiful rays from reaching his pelt. Sunspirit glared at the cloud like that would seem to bring his precious sun back, but, alas, to no avail. With a grumble and a stretch, he leaped off of his perch and trotted along, searching for a new place where the clouds wouldn't ruin his moment. He traveled for a while with no luck, instead coming across the Wishing Well. Although the sun was still hiding, Sunspirit's whiskers twitched with the excitement of noticing he had company. He padded over to the feline and let out a purr, "Goosenose, is it?" Sunspirit only had the pleasure of seeing this tom a few times, as he was still relatively new.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Sept 1, 2024 20:02:57 GMT -5
CINNAMONPAW - - ★
with [ FISHPAW ] at [ THE LILYPAD POND ] | Cloverwood
Cinnamonpaw snorted to herself as she watched Pumpkinpaw approach Ridgerunner and tease him about his crush on Meadowlark. The sand colored tabby was just grateful that her sister didn't tease her like that, and even if she did it would only make her flustered. While she wouldn't outright deny her feelings for Fishpaw, confirming them out loud always got her to stutter, made her feel like freezing up. The normally confident molly got uncharacteristically shy around the black furred tom, turning into a giggling mess anytime he spoke. It was a little embarrassing.
The young molly peeled away and left the cottage gardens to go explore. She found her paws taking her over to the pond, probably subconsciously trying to see if she'd find Fishpaw there. If he wasn't in the cottage, going to the water would be the next best place to find him.
Her pale blue eyes didn't have to search for long to see his form floating on the water with a trout on his belly. She thought she heard him talking to himself, but couldn't quite make out what he was saying. A quiet, amused chuckle left her throat as she stepped into view, the front of her paws wet in the shallow area of the pond. Her heart was racing as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Why, if I didn't know any better I'd have taken you as a fish and tried to catch you myself!" She called out in her usual cheery tone, beaming at Fishpaw. "How do you do that anyways? Balance on your back in the water like that."GINGERBREEZE - - ★
with [ TRINKET ] near [ THE BEE HOUSES ] | Cloverwood
Her attention is pulled as Trinket approached her, recognizing the tom but wasn't too familiar with him. They'd had quite a few newcomers join Honeyclan over the moons, and being somewhat new herself, Ginger hadn't the chance to introduce herself to everyone just yet. She put on a friendly smile and sat up, a little impressed that he knew her name. "I am! And I'm so sorry, but could you remind me of your name?" She asked a bit sheepishly, feeling bad that she didn't know what to call him.
Then her ears twitched and she seemed surprised that he'd noticed her interaction with the twoleg. Her smile saddened and she shifted a bit, looking towards the bee houses before settling her green gaze back on the calico tom.
"I did, yes. My sister and I lived with a pair since we were kits. They were moving nests and I lost them when I went exploring." Gingerbreeze explained, not sure how much she should be telling him. Not because she had any reason to not trust her clanmate, she just was afraid of oversharing.
The ginger molly looked to the beebalm, admiring it's bright pink and spiky looking petals. She offered a softer smile and crept closer, leaning down to give the flower a smell. It had a comforting scent overall, not overwhelmingly sweet, but scented more like herbs than anything else.
"It smells lovely." Then Gingerbreeze sat up again and tilted her head slightly. "What happened to her, if you don't mind me asking?" |
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Post by Dark on Sept 1, 2024 20:20:27 GMT -5
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Violetpaw | Observing Trackerpaw | In the garden | tags: ivypool4life
Weaving through the gnomes in the garden, Violetpaw was careful not to tip any of them over. They were somewhat unsettling, so she was careful not to possibly anger them in any way. She let out a sigh as her paws tread over the soft blades of grass and chose a spot to sit outside of the cottage. She spotted Trackerpaw just as he lost his moss ball to a puddle of water, feeling a twinge of sadness for the toy. She debated whether or not to greet the fellow apprentice, but eventually decided against it due to her anxiety.
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 1, 2024 21:21:00 GMT -5
Fishpaw
* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
At the Lilypad Pond with Cinnamonpaw
Fishpaw's ears did happy backflips hearing Cinnamonpaw's soft meow. The black tom stayed in his position and looked to the sandy molly, the water making the fur around her ankles float very cutely.
"I invite you to catch me, I really do." His voice was very tomish and full of humor. "But floating is really easy, let me show you!" Fishpaw's wish of getting a chance to impress Cinnamonpaw finally came true and his heart skipped a beat at the luck.
"Okay, so basically— well, let me see... Ah! well, actually—" The tom stumbled over his words, not out of nervousness but excitment. He stifled his meows and grabbed the trout with his teeth, flipping himself over into the water, swimming with long, easy strides to Cinnamon.
"This is for you now." Fishpaw floated the trout in front of her, giving her a small half smile and nosing her cheek. "Pretty fish for a pretty kitty!"
He splashed backwards into the water promptly, feeling on top of the world. "It's all in the tail! Let your spine and tail stiffen up in the water, also don't let your legs and paws dangle too much under the water. I don't even know how I do it anymore, it doesn't feel like effort." His aura beamed with a tender warmth.
"Come in with me! Tell me about your day." He tilted his head at the she-cat, his meow was earnest, incredibly caring; he really wanted nothing more than to spend time with Cinnamon and make her feel special.𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 |
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Sept 1, 2024 23:58:36 GMT -5
GOOSENOSE - - ★
with [ SUNSPIRIT ] at [ THE WISHING WELL ] | Dark
Goosenose's eyes sharply flicked open when he heard the call of his name, looking to see that Sunspirit was standing right beside him. He gave the other tom a polite smile and stood up, lowering his front half to stretch himself as his claws scraped against old stone. Then he sat after stretching, curling his mostly black tail around his paws.
"It sure is! You're Sunspirit, right?" He asked tentatively, fairly confident that was the ginger tom's name, but he couldn't be for certain.
There were so many cats in Honeyclan, it was the biggest group they'd ever encountered, so he wasn't sure when he'd get a chance to learn everyone's name. So far he was still only hanging out with his siblings, his brother especially as Meadowlark was usually off learning about herbs. Or, chasing after Ridgerunner. The black and white tom did have to admit it was entertaining to see his sister so smitten.
CINNAMONPAW - - ★
with [ FISHPAW ] at [ THE LILYPAD POND ] | Cloverwood
Fishpaw was flirting with her. Now that was something the molly would never get used to. Having her crush look so excited to talk to her, to tease her, why it was enough to throw Cinnamonpaw off her whole game. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and all she could do was stare at Fishpaw as he easily swam over to her.
It was mildly frustrating. She was the one who was supposed to make Fishpaw feel butterflies, to make his feel so flustered. She doesn't get nervous, she's not supposed to.
"F-For me?" Cinnamonpaw nearly cringed with the way she stuttered, and then nearly lost her breath when she felt his nose press to her cheek. Lifting her paw out of the water, she reached up to touch her face, feeling a bit of warmth left where he'd pressed. Her cheek fur now wet with a couple of water droplets from her wet paw.
The sandy tabby moved the trout beside her, glad that Fishpaw had immediately sunk back into the water to show off his swimming skills. She hoped he hadn't noticed the way she'd practically fawned over him a moment ago.
Finally, the apprentice seemed to relax, smiling as the tom effortlessly swam around, not really listening as he explained how he came to float on his back. She was just too busy admiring him. Leaving the trout behind, Cinnamonpaw ventured further into the water, not swimming nearly as gracefully as he was, but good enough to catch up to him.
"There's not much to tell as the day hasn't exactly started." She said, having to use most of her focus to keep afloat. The pond wasn't very deep, and she never feared drowning when she was with her companion, who already seemed like an expert. "I did hear Pumpkinpaw teasing our older brother before coming out here. He won't admit he's moony-eyed for that new molly that joined, but it's as plain as bees that buzz." Cinnamonpaw snorted as she thought about the interaction earlier, always enjoying a bit of gossip every now and again. "What about you? Have you been out here swimming as soon as you woke up?" |
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 2, 2024 1:34:59 GMT -5
Trinket
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Near the Bee Houses with Gingerbreeze
Trinket took notice to how precious Ginger's smile was, he was quite fond of how mottled her muzzle was.
"I'm Trinket. A bit of a funny name around here but you understand Twoleg lingo." The tom twitched his whiskers, feeling comforted by the molly's presence. It was nice to talk to somecat who understood where he came from.
Trinket listened intently as Ginger relayed her backstory to him. It was no doubt she held a deep sadness inside about the whole ordeal. His empathy really bled for her. He kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to push her boundaries. He watched her smell the flower and blinked contently at the silence.
Trinket laid on his side, the heart on his pelt showing completely. Ginger asked him about his Twoleg and he sat pondering for a moment, watching her smell the beebalm with a dreamy expression.
"Well..." Trinket took in a deep breath and smiled. Perhaps if he was completely transparent with her, she would be with him. "I had a Twoleg named Maisy who was my best friend. I had been with her since I could barely live without my mother."
Trinket crossed his paws and realized he hadn't thought this hard about her in a while; he had subconsciously been distracting himself a lot lately.
"My sister Blake, her and I knew nothing else but Maisy and her husband, Henry. I would spend my mornings sitting on her lap while she drank her Earl Grey tea and hummed along with the radio; her voice was so lovely... I have never purred as hard as I did in her lap, and when she would pick me up and rock me back and forth before bedtime; the world could be falling and I wouldn't pay it any mind... not in Maisy's embrace." Trinket let his sadness come out in a sigh, his eyes feeling a bit misty.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to carry on and on." The tom mustered a smile and glanced up to Ginger and then back down to his paws. "Henry wasn't the best Twoleg, he was a very tempermental fellow. I think Maisy had enough of him because one day I woke up to them fighting real bad, I thought it was thundering outside. She stormed out the door and never came back... Henry didn't take care of Blake or me so we slipped out the backdoor a couple moons later and walked until we found Honey Clan."
Trinket sat up, looking up through the tree leaves and to the clouds, convincing himself he saw a tea cup in the clouds. "It may not be what it used to be but this place is peaceful and warm, this is all I care about. And now little Thimble, of course." Trinket purred, his cheeks turning his eyes to crescents.
"Oh my, I really prattled on, didn't I?" Trinket shifted his paws and cleared his throat. "Do you ever miss your sister or your Twolegs, Ginger?"
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Post by Dark on Sept 2, 2024 11:39:51 GMT -5
Sunspirit | with Goosenose at the Wishing Well | tags: 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
The tom let out a mrrow after he heard Goosenose's hesitance over his name. "That's me!" He hoped the tom didn't worry himself over remembering everyone's names. There were so many cats around it was hard for even the talkative Sunspirit to remember sometimes! To his relief, the comforting feelling of the sun revealed itself once more, and he tilted his head to the sky. "Ah, looks like the sun is back, and for a while. I don't see any more clouds in sight!"
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Post by Fawn on Sept 3, 2024 0:48:23 GMT -5
// Fawn // Wishing Well // Open to Interaction //
Laying in the cool ferns, her hind legs stretched out leisurely behind her, Fawn watched the toms’ discussion from a distance. One of the newer cats, she surmised by her lack of recognition. The faintest purr rumbled in her chest at the sight of their interaction, she loved togetherness. Clan life suited her in that regard. When it had been her and her mother… she banished the thought. Her ears were flicked respectfully away from the pairs’ conversation, as eavesdropping had long since been conditioned out of her and she’d never much recovered an interest in it. Why bother with the business of others, when she can just lend a paw when they ask? It’s not like she could bring herself to provide food for the clan, she could never snap the neck of anything, let alone a frog, a juicy, mouthwatering frog… the occasional croaking from around the well drove her insane. It was rare to see them in the kill pile, as it was dominated primarily with mice, squirrel, and birds. Something about the chewiness, the fishy skin, intoxicated Fawn. She wasn’t proud of her preference, and often would sit and wait by the pile until nightfall, until everyone had their fill, and if she was lucky enough, and often she was, she would quietly take her prize to the roof of the queen’s cottage and eat it under the moonlight.
She drew a feathery paw over her fluffy ears, then promptly tucked it back underneath her. The cool shade was refreshing, and this was her favorite spot at this time of day. Most of the morning was spent at the cottage with the queens and kits, keeping watch and sitting while new or bored queens went for a stroll around the property. She knew why she loved the kits so much, but she bit her tongue every time a memory began to bubble up. For now, she was content here, watching the hum of life from her shady spot, through contentedly narrowed eyes. She was a sight to see, truly — a heap of cream and tawny amid the dark emerald ferns.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 3, 2024 23:11:04 GMT -5
 Fawn // Returning to Cottage
After perching in her spot for long enough, Fawn decided it was time to switch lounging spots. She stretched her forepaws luxuriously out in front of her, flexing her claws and taking her sweet time to do so. She proceeded to repeat the action with her hind legs and her tail, the tip of it twitching in a manner indicative of a very comfortable, satisfying stretch. She purred in contentment and shook out her pelt, dropping a couple of twigs and leaves, leaving them behind as she picked up a brisk strut. Fawn had no idea where she was headed, but she knew how to carry herself as though she did. She swung her tail behind her with confidence, absorbing the beautiful rolling hills, hidden oak creeks, and the farmland just around the corner. Her pink nose twitched faintly as she picked up the scent of a kit -- this specific scent seemingly forever intertwined with the stink of a dog. She found the story endearing, but she had been raised outside of the Clan and couldn't get over her aversion to the bulky, noisy creatures. She sighed in relief as the scent of a second, older cat wafted by her, moments before she padded into view of the Chicken Coop. She had taken the long way, avoiding the Bee Houses for fear of pollen falling into the depths of her coat, but she had always enjoyed the company of chickens. Her mother often left her in the company of a henhouse to hunt after the accident, and the low hum of constant clucking had often lulled her to sleep. She wasn't surprised to see the reflection of Peachmask's fur in the sun, at the prime spot atop one of the coops, and huffed in amusement. Her amber-green gaze wandered down to the little pale orange tabby, and her face lit up immediately.
"Well, hello there!!" She purred to Springkit, her large, fluffy tail waving happily behind her. She tilted her head at the energetic bundle, then glanced over to the coop, where the familiar 'clucks' fussed over whatever chickens talk about. She lowered her head to the kit's level, as though she were sharing a secret. "Have you ever looked inside the chicken coop?" she whispered loudly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Do you want to?" she offered, acknowledging that not every kit may share an adventurous spirit -- but she had a feeling this particular kit would leap at the chance, given what she'd heard!
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 4, 2024 15:06:11 GMT -5
Springkit
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With Fawn at the Chicken Coop
Springkit hopped with joy like an excited rabbit, finally someone to talk to!
"You've been inside the chicken coop? You know what it looks like in there? I wanna look!" The little kit was overly excited, wobbling up to Fawn with an aura that was full of sunshine. "You're Fawn, right? I know all the name's around here! I'm Springkit!" The little kit beamed up, proud of his own knowledge.
He took in Fawn's appearance and noticed how well put together she was. He was so used to pelts full of pollen and twigs, grasses and even honey! His own pelt was always full of pollen and, at this moment, small drops of honey. It was peculiar to see a cat so tidy. She was a very beautiful molly, he thought.
Springkit crouched down, still wavering a bit as his balance was not the best. His paws were so, do tiny but did their very best to hold up the wobbly kitten.
"We should be quiet?" The little tom tried his best to whisper but it was still a bit loud. "Will we scare the chickens? I think they know me! I always say hi but maybe they don't speak cat." He pondered the question with his face very expressive.
He stayed in the crouched position and hopped his direction towards the chicken coop. The clucking was audible but calm and the scent was wonderful to his nose. There were preened feathers scattered around the coop that would sometimes make Springkit sneeze when he sniffed them.
"You should lead the way!" Springkit wriggled his haunches playfully with an eager, whispered mew. He felt a burst of joy in his heart making a new friend.
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 4, 2024 15:33:21 GMT -5
Fishpaw
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At the Lilypad Pond with Cinnamonpaw
Fishpaw listened to Cinnamonpaw, floating peacefully with her. He could tell he was getting under her fur and that is exactly as he wanted. The tom admired her for how unafraid she was to get in the water with him, as some of the other cats were very prissy about such a thing. That could never be the sandy molly, she was bold just as he was.
"Ridgerunner?" Fishpaw snorted. "As if he doesn't wear his affections straight on his nose!" He stayed afloat without effort and talked while spinning in a slow circle, using his tail like a motor.
"Who am I to talk, though? I'm the same way." He cocked his head to look at the pretty she-cat beside him with loving eyes. He noticed her struggling to stay a float a bit and glided over to her.
Fishpaw wrapped his tail under Cinnamon's belly and pulled her up a bit, placing the back of one of his paws under her chin so her head didn't go too far under.
"Let's go a little more shallow, huh?" Fishpaw chuckled and guided her to the shore. Their paws brushed against pebbles and pond grass, the frogs scooted out of their way and the ducks had finally come out of their nests to nestle at the bank with them.
"My day." The black tom continued smoothly, settling the two of them down with pelts pressed together. He silently wrapped his tail around Cinnamon as they sat, the water coming up over their haunches. "Yeah, I've been here all day. I was planning on fishing for a bit and then going to take a nap in the barn." He wiggled with a bit of excitment at the thought.
Fishpaw's pale green eyes sparkled looking into Cinnamon's. "Your eyes are sparkly blue just like the water." He sighed contently, feeling a heat in his chest. "I really love spending time with you, you know. Come to the barn with me so I can pick your brain some more!" Fishpaw rose up and walked out of the water, shaking his pelt dry.
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Post by Dark on Sept 4, 2024 16:10:05 GMT -5
Violetpaw | Near the Rest House | Open/Observing Springkit and Fawn
Violetpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement as her ears picked up the sounds of an excited Springkit. It always gave her joy when she heard the happy sounds of her clanmates. She allowed herself to let a purr escape from her throat as she watched the two felines enter the chicken coop. She wasn't too fond of the birds, as their clucks were sometimes too loud. She suddenly felt a twinge of loneliness watching the two cats bond, but she pushed it aside.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2024 17:29:54 GMT -5
The little jumping bean before her warmed her heart more than the brightest ray in winter. Fawn purred and dipped her head politely when Springkit introduced himself. "My, how observant you are!" she mused. "It's nice to meet you, Springkit! And I think the chickens would also love a formal introduction."
"Since you're so smart, you've probably noticed how the chickens are a little less complicated than us cats, right, Springkit? That only means they get scared more easily. You have to be a little careful not to spook them," she began as she slipped through the entrance, "I bet you have a way with chickens, the way I hear you do with dogs." Being an adult and larger than Springkit, the hens ruffled and clucked a bit when she entered, but she was careful not to meet the gaze of the hens out of respect, showing she was not interested in cornering them or even touching them, and she situated herself near the front wall. The chickens were probably totally harmless after sharing the land with the cats for so many moons, but a little caution never hurt anycat.
"Do you come out here a lot? You're probably right, they might know you!" she asked Springkit as she motioned for him to join her inside. The kit was a fighter, and she knew he wanted to be treated like a normal kit. She was a bit nervous, after her own kithood experience of being pecked in the face after pouncing on a hen, but the inside of a chicken coop was a magical place and she wanted him to have the experience. Besides, she reminded herself, these particular chickens have coexisted with hens for moons and moons. Everything will be okay.
Her ear twitched as another youthful scent wafted past her nose, breaking through the egg-dirt-chicken haze, and she peered outside over Springkit's head to the faint outline of Violetpaw's ears in the bushes. They were being watched, but not maliciously. She decided to allow the mysterious she cat to watch at her own pace, surmising that if she felt comfortable to join, then she would. Fawn made a mental note to ask to split a rabbit later.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 4, 2024 19:04:01 GMT -5
Dovesky: Edge of Camp Open
Dovesky lets out a small sigh as she enjoys the view of her surroundings. After being around Twolegplace for so long, she found the peace of Honeyclan a little overwhelming. Still, she couldn't really complain She never had to worry about food or someone bothering her for one thing or another.
She glances up to see a bird landing on one of the higher branches. For a moment, she wondered if she could catch it or not. Birds were a hit or miss for her.
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 4, 2024 23:05:20 GMT -5
Springkit
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With Fawn at the Chicken Coop
Springkit watched Fawn slip into the chicken coop, lithe and comfortable in her movements. The kit watched her in much awe, watching and listening intently with eyes aglow. He matched her movements, pace for pace except with a bit of a wobble. The boy was already beginning to look up to the older, fluffy she-cat.
"I love doggies!" Springkit's voice jumped, his heart swelling at the molly knowing this fact about him; this fact that was so tender and vital to him. He felt very moved by it but did not have the words to express this. It was not exactly praise but the little tom intook it as such, making him purr and purr.
"You think I'm smart?" This was certainly praise and the kit's tiny, glossy eyes beamed. "I know for certain I've never seen a cat lay an egg! Or a chicken meow, so... yes, I think they're much more simple, Fawn!"
Springkit observed how graceful and respectful Fawn was with the chickens, especially the hens, so he matched her exactly. He kept his eyes down, took as careful pawsteps as he could and was very, very mindful of his surroundings. He loved the chickens too much to ever cause a disturbance— that's for sure!
Once finally inside the coop, the fresh kit looked around in wonder! A gasp caught in his throat, his little mind sparkling and expanding. He had never seen an interior such as this. The walls were worn and peeling white paint and there were beebalm stems from outside entwining with the mesh of the little coop windows. On a ramp leading up to a shelf-like second floor was a plump white chicken bobbing along it. Springkit subconsciously matched the way the chicken's head bobbed as they walked. The motion was familiar to him.
Springkit did a gentle, little stompy dance, loving the way the hay felt under his paws. It reminded him of Casper and the barn. The chickens were pecking on the ground at their seed, not paying too much mind to the two cats.
"I've never been in here before!" Springkit's tail waved with whimsy, still looking around in awe. He made sure to keep his tiny mew respectful. "They know me for sure." A giggle escaped him. "This is much like... a really tiny barn! This is what a barn would look like if we were the size of a horse!"
Springkit nestled down, taking a much needed rest from all the excited wobbling, feeling his lungs become a bit encumbered from the activity and emotion. He shakily tucked his paws beneath him and watched the chickens, noticing Fawn becoming distracted by something outside. He paid little mind to it and basked in the calm bustle of the chicken coop. The scent of feathers and seed made him feel a magical feeling. He could stay here forever with the birds and with the very pretty kitty, Fawn.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 5, 2024 2:51:59 GMT -5
The lounger had taken on an apprentice in recreation for the afternoon, and it was a fate she happily accepted.
”Yes, I do! With all that curiosity, I bet you’ll know more than the whole clan someday.” Fawn mused, watching as Springkit crept in carefully, stilling himself with all his might.
”Well, I’m glad we don’t have to lay eggs. I think that would be hard, don’t you? Passing dirt is a hassle in itself!” she giggled, pleased to have a conversation that was more fun than the weather or whatever prey from the last patrol. ”You know, I think you’re right. You’re a natural with them!”. She lowered her bushy tail and turned around in a small circle, her tail brushing a good bit of debris away, before sitting down in the mostly cleared area. In front of kits, she didn’t care so much about her appearance. She just wanted to see them smile. It was the other adults that made her nervous. Springkit sure was chatty, and that made for good company in her book. ”It does look like a barn! Twolegs love to make their places all look a little bit alike!” Fawn agreed with a laugh as she laid down in a half moon beside him. A curious spotted hen wandered over to the seated pair and stood for a moment, her beady black eyes darting from Springkit, to Fawn, and back and forth between the two for a moment, before she clucked and fluffed her wings. ”Oh, look! She’s saying hello.” |
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