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Cloverwood
very busy with college, replies will be slow :c
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Post by Cloverwood on Sept 5, 2024 16:57:52 GMT -5
Woodpecker 𖣂
In the Trees on the Outskirts of the Cottage
The nighttime was finally approaching, a time bider and a peace. This was Woodpecker's favorite time of day. One could call him nocturnal, truly; he was elusive enough and awake enough for the title.
The tom looked all black in the nighttime, minding his face. His creamy facial markings made him look like a barn owl, beady eyed and still. Woodpecker sat perched in a tree as one would, as well.
A bird of a cat.
He was surveying the land near the Cottage, watching the younger cats scurry to their nests and the older ones pad behind in a slower gait. He was curious of them, very consumingly so at times. He wondered why they gathered together and ate birds, how they went inside the square structure near the wishing well. Those tall, fleshy, two legged creatures too, he had no idea what to make of those things; it all felt foreign to Woodpecker.
Though, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it? But Woodpecker secretly wanted the satisfaction to bring him back... |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 9, 2024 1:12:24 GMT -5
Fawn
open to interaction, resting on top of abandoned cottage
"Alright, Springkit," purred Fawn after a few hours of lounging with the energetic kitten, licking his ear affectionately. "I'm sure the queens are wondering where you've scurried off to this time, let's get you home." She rose to her paws and waited for the kit to rise and steady himself, allowing him to exit first as he was closer to the entrance. The molly chatted with him, prompting him about his opinions and experiences, allowing him to talk to his little heart's content. She loved this kit the moment she set eyes on him, and resolved to accompany him all the way back to camp, nosing the creaky cottage door open and watching him shakily enter. (if Cloverwood is okay with it, Fawn took Springkit home ^_^ if not, Fawn went back to the cottage by herself) The sun was setting and the she-cat seized the opportunity to climb atop one of the barrels, hooking her claws into the wooden lattice, and scaling her way to the roof. She again shook out her pelt, watching as a slight breeze carried the loose leaf bits all the way down from the roof to the ground, and Fawn blinked. She didn't like heights, but she loved to watch the sunset as clearly as she could, as often as she could. She situated herself in the centermost spot of the cottage, which happened to be one of the taller points but was level enough for her taste. The loungecat began to groom her pale orange cream coat, the golden-pink sunrays reflecting off her white tufts with a subtle grace. She'd had a good day, and she knew the sleep to follow would be just as lovely. Fawn smiled and narrowed her eyes as she gazed into the horizon, watching the watercolor blues, yellows and greys paint the sky before the midnight blue curtain was pulled. |
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Post by sunsetslash on Sept 11, 2024 6:13:05 GMT -5
![]() Basilheart(Open) By the Cottage
It was a normal day for Basilheart well semi-normal he would get up but he didn't feel all that great to be truthful he knew he had issues mostly if a topic had his first parent being talked about but today he was just wanting sleep but knew he had to get up, he knew he could keep sleeping in but he knew he shouldn't so he got up on his russian-blue legs and started walking sure he hated admitting he was kinda moody and sleepy today but he didn't care so he then walked to another side stretching, his Lightning looking scar and his small tail scar showing to those who past on the right of him. He could feel another cat staring at him but he didnt care so he sat down hoping to be left alone
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Post by Fawn on Sept 11, 2024 22:47:16 GMT -5
Fawn stretched luxuriously as she slipped slowly out of the lounger's den, shaking her pelt and sitting a few mouselengths over from the entrance as she began to groom herself, first dragging her raspy tongue over her fuzzy paw and combing it over her ears, then working slowly down to her shoulders, chest, flank, back and belly. The cream-furred she-cat took her time with grooming, her eyes closed in simple leisure the entire tiome, barely batting an ear at the quaint noises of farmside life going on around HoneyClan's favorite cottage. After she was finished, she rose to her paws and shook out her pelt, fluffing up her coat. She opened her eyes, squinting as she observed the happenings of camp. It seemed like the patrols had embarked earlier with their apprentices, and the other warriors were probably out enjoying the honey or frolicking with the dogs. Her pale emerald gaze paused and settled on Basilheart, seated on the opposite end. Is he new? she thought to herself, her eyes still narrowed into slits. From the outside it may look as though she is judging this poor tom, but really she was trying to remember if she recognized his face or not. His demeanor was pretty closed off, and he appeared to not want to be bothered, but this only made potential conversation even more mysterious and enticing to the light she-cat. Accepting the challenge, Fawn rose and held her narrow head high as she approached the scarred tom at a confident pace.
"Hey! Um, hi, I don't think we've met quite yet," she began with an uppity, lilting voice, and swished her tail in emphasis, "But I'm Fawn. I'm a lounger. I can't hunt to save my life. Literally. Like, if there was a fat, juicy squirrel, right in front of me, I'd be like, rah! and I could jump at it, but I don't know what it is, I can't bite them when they're alive! My throat literally just closes up." Clearly Fawn enjoyed socializing, and her walls were quite low after being surrounded by such a friendly community for so long. During her spiel, she had sat down quite close to him, and she stared at the tom, unblinking, her eyes sparkling with interest. She had felt this similar optimism the day before when she had met and played with Springkit in the chicken coop, and this was another opportunity to create some fond memories with a new friend. "Anyway, enough about that, what's your name? And do you want to split a squirrel?" she added the last question as she realized she had not yet eaten and she felt - heard, her stomach growling. |
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Post by sunsetslash on Sept 13, 2024 9:37:03 GMT -5
Fawn stretched luxuriously as she slipped slowly out of the lounger's den, shaking her pelt and sitting a few mouselengths over from the entrance as she began to groom herself, first dragging her raspy tongue over her fuzzy paw and combing it over her ears, then working slowly down to her shoulders, chest, flank, back and belly. The cream-furred she-cat took her time with grooming, her eyes closed in simple leisure the entire tiome, barely batting an ear at the quaint noises of farmside life going on around HoneyClan's favorite cottage. After she was finished, she rose to her paws and shook out her pelt, fluffing up her coat. She opened her eyes, squinting as she observed the happenings of camp. It seemed like the patrols had embarked earlier with their apprentices, and the other warriors were probably out enjoying the honey or frolicking with the dogs. Her pale emerald gaze paused and settled on Basilheart, seated on the opposite end. Is he new? she thought to herself, her eyes still narrowed into slits. From the outside it may look as though she is judging this poor tom, but really she was trying to remember if she recognized his face or not. His demeanor was pretty closed off, and he appeared to not want to be bothered, but this only made potential conversation even more mysterious and enticing to the light she-cat. Accepting the challenge, Fawn rose and held her narrow head high as she approached the scarred tom at a confident pace.
"Hey! Um, hi, I don't think we've met quite yet," she began with an uppity, lilting voice, and swished her tail in emphasis, "But I'm Fawn. I'm a lounger. I can't hunt to save my life. Literally. Like, if there was a fat, juicy squirrel, right in front of me, I'd be like, rah! and I could jump at it, but I don't know what it is, I can't bite them when they're alive! My throat literally just closes up." Clearly Fawn enjoyed socializing, and her walls were quite low after being surrounded by such a friendly community for so long. During her spiel, she had sat down quite close to him, and she stared at the tom, unblinking, her eyes sparkling with interest. She had felt this similar optimism the day before when she had met and played with Springkit in the chicken coop, and this was another opportunity to create some fond memories with a new friend. "Anyway, enough about that, what's your name? And do you want to split a squirrel?" she added the last question as she realized she had not yet eaten and she felt - heard, her stomach growling. Basilheart by the cottage being bothered by Fawn (Why do i see these two being best friends possibly?) ________________________ "Um hi i guess, Im Basilheart, im a hunter so I suppose we could share a squirrel I'll go get one" The russian-blue Tom then left to catch a squirrel hoping the new cat wouldnt bother him much more as he was hoping to have a chill day he then came back with the squirrel and dropped it near the she-cat gently before sitting down near her while clearly still sleepy |
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Post by Fawn on Sept 15, 2024 3:54:21 GMT -5
Fawn
bothering Basilheart | sunsetslash , near cottage
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Fawn listened as the tom nervously responded, a hint of amusement glittering behind her emerald gaze. "You guess?" she questioned with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Do you not want to share a squirrel with me? It's nice to meet you too, Basilheart!" she called out after the tom, who was already padding away. He returned shortly with the squirrel, warranting an impressed blink from the she-cat. "Oh my StarClan, how did you do that so fast? I mean, you look tired, when's the last time you just took a break?" she asked, pawing at the little plump animal. She lowered her head, sniffed briefly, and took a bite from its side. Still warm... she savored the taste, the heat. As a lounger, most of the fresh-kill had gone rigid by the time she got to it. "Oh, thanks, by the way. Almost forgot." she chuckled, flicking her tail. |
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Post by sunsetslash on Sept 16, 2024 10:57:33 GMT -5
Fawn
bothering Basilheart | sunsetslash , near cottage
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Fawn listened as the tom nervously responded, a hint of amusement glittering behind her emerald gaze. "You guess?" she questioned with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Do you not want to share a squirrel with me? It's nice to meet you too, Basilheart!" she called out after the tom, who was already padding away. He returned shortly with the squirrel, warranting an impressed blink from the she-cat. "Oh my StarClan, how did you do that so fast? I mean, you look tired, when's the last time you just took a break?" she asked, pawing at the little plump animal. She lowered her head, sniffed briefly, and took a bite from its side. Still warm... she savored the taste, the heat. As a lounger, most of the fresh-kill had gone rigid by the time she got to it. "Oh, thanks, by the way. Almost forgot." she chuckled, flicking her tail. Basilheart Getting bothered by Fawn By the cottage __________ "Last time I took a break was ages ago and a lot of clanmates would say im a sleepy cat but im used to it after all Im used to hunting for friends and my family and your welcome" Basilheart then prayed in his head that she wouldn't ask about his family he hated the question a lot mostly if it was mentioning his parents then he quickly took a bite of the squirrel eating it half asleep. As he closed one eye still eating he was clearly thinking about something hoping the She-cat wouldn't notice how deep in thought, he was or ask him about his scars but he didnt mind the talkative she-cat that much he secretly liked the company of her besides he hadn't talked to many cats today other than himself but he was sleepy at that point he wanted to just chill and have a little nap but for now he didnt mind chatting for now. |
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