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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2023 16:41:24 GMT -5
  - - RESURGENCE - -
original idea and plot goes to aether
-- x INTRODUCTIONMany generations ago there lived two Clans - SylvanClan, the cats of the thick woodland, and EtherClan, the cats of the open meadow. These cats were there for uncountable seasons, thriving in their respective homes. But that all changed when a new illness emerged from the dark, taking cats just as a hungry coyote steals livestock in the night. One by one the two Clans lost their members. Fewer and fewer kits were being born, queens terrified to bring new life into a world that was plagued by shuddering coughs and trembling limbs. The medicine cats begged StarClan for help, but their ancestors could not help for not even they knew how to deal with such a disease. All they could do was watch helplessly as more and more cats joined their ranks.
Soon enough, the last few cats of SylvanClan and EtherClan remained. With only a few members to each Clan, the desperate survivors merged together in an attempt to find a cure. Alas, this was all in vain, as it wasn't but just a few more seasons until even they contracted the sickness. The last two cats who remained had lost all hope, and with heavy hearts, they gave up their dreams of Clanlife and fled - whether they ended up as loners, rogues, or kittypets, no cat knows. Perhaps they, too, succumbed to the sickness over time.
Now it's been so long since the land has seen Clans. The trees have forgotten what it's like to have feline paws chasing the squirrels from branch to branch. The moors have no recollection of the eyes gazing across the heather in search of rabbits. Nothing remains of the once mighty Clans except for dreams. Dreams that were once forgotten too, but are now slowly being placed into the minds of those who have a connection to these Clans. Even now there are still some descendants of these cats from warriors who, long ago, forsake their Clans to live outside the Code. The land has been cleansed of the disease over the generations of emptiness, and now StarClan longs to see their Clans back in their rightful homes. They are calling out to those who will listen, and with the help of the living, they hope to rekindle the flames of the Clans. SylvanClan and EtherClan can be brought back - or so they hope.
And so, it is up to you. Will you bring forth this new chapter of the Clans? Will you listen to the spirits of those who have gone before you? Will you answer the call of the resurgence?
-- x RULESi. no powers or unnatural looking catsii. keep genders as balanced as possibleiii. a name/prefix can only be used once at a timeiv. lgbtqia+ are more than welcomedv. there is no need to be on every day, but please be reliablevi. there is no minimum post length, write as much or as little as you want
-- x JOINING** current hold on queens unless given permission
Name -- Age -- Gender Personality Trait | Personality Trait | Personality Trait
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Current affiliation | Future affiliation
Kin, relations, history, anything extra
Current affiliation can be anything from loner, rogue, kittypet, or anything else. Future affiliation can be SylvanClan, EtherClan, rogue, loner, kittypet, or anything else. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2023 17:47:08 GMT -5
-- x TERRITORY
-- credit for map goes to Myst
This land begins at the base of a mountain. Some vegetation dots the rocky landscape, but it's mostly bare and rather open. Cats typically do not live near the slopes of the mountain, but rather they can be found spread throughout the land that goes beyond the mountain. From the rocky outcropping a moorland stretches far and wide, full of heather, wildflowers, and tall grasses. A few copses of trees dot the land here and there, but it's mostly open sky and land.
A clearwater stream that runs down from the mountain separates the moorland from the woods. This stream varies in sizes, with some areas easily crossable and others not so much - a few places do have crossing stones or even felled trees that allow a cat to cross without a problem. During the winter it is prone to freezing over, while in the summer it can easily flood.
The woodland is full of a variety of trees, ranging from beech to oak and even cherry. Thickets of brambles and briars are common, giving a cat quite a few places to hide. It's a far stretched patch of woods, but eventually it gives way and thins out to a twolegplace.
Below the woodland and the moor lies an area of lowland marsh. The stream runs down to the marsh, expanding beyond its normal banks and pushing more water into the land that surrounds it. Pines and cedars grow here, and eventually, take over to create a pine forest as the land slopes upward and leaves the marsh.
-- x SYLVANCLANNot much is known about SylvanClan anymore. It is said that they were the Clan that ruled over the woodland, bordering the stream, twolegplace, and marshland. These cats were said to believe deeply in the ways of the forest, and it's also been said that many of these cats enjoyed being in the water. -- x ETHERCLAN
This was the Clan of the moorland. They thrived directly under the sky, surviving the elements with poise and grace. Their land once bordered the mountain base, stream, and marshland.
-- x WEATHERWinter is at its peak. The longest night of the year looms ever closer, the sun staying in the sky for just a few short hours. What little prey there is has diminished to nothing but bones, barely a meal for even a smaller cat. The stream is completely frozen over with no hopes of being able to fish until the thaw. Clouds gather in the sky, thick with a looming blizzard - the forest and moorland have yet to see the heavens clear in quite a few days now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 4, 2023 19:18:04 GMT -5
-- x PLOT & SUBPLOTSWhile the two Clans have long since faded from memory, a few of their warrior ancestors still remain. They are determined to restore the Clans now that the sickness that killed so many has vanished. These StarClan warriors have connected to a select few cats, giving them the exact same message - bring back the Clans.
-- x FAMILY TREE & RELATIONSHIPSmollies are italicized, deceased are striked out, different litters are separated with a semicolon
Fang x Opal = Cotton ; Simon
Cotton x Wasp = Quinn, Solomon, Quiver
Cotton x ??? = Artichoke, Hyssop, Splash
Splash x ??? = Creamsicle, Rainbow, Sherbet, Sorbet, Orange
Cosmo x Silver = Star, Comet
Twilight x Sunflower = Alice ; Wonder
Alice x Simon = Finch, Kite, Sparrow
Jacaranda x Toby = Gardenia, Wisteria, Aster, Alyssum
Spackle (adoptive father) = Lada, Zee ; Boz
Dahlia x Frankie = Frazzle, Maple, Hope
Canna x Rose = Vixen
??? x ??? = Gray Sky ; White Rapid, Stony Pool
Nayo x Trash Bag Tom = Kuta, Trash Bag Joe, Trash Bag Fred ; Sarabi, Rami
Abigail x ??? = Zinnia
Jasmine x Firefly = Risky
Flicker x Daisy = Binx
Percy is the uncle of Frazzle, Maple, and Hope
Fran is the aunt of Frazzle, Maple, and Hope
Frazzle, Quinn, Fran, and Wila are friends
Smoke and Comet are friends
Sarabi has a crush on Rishi
Wila and Flame are crushing on each other
Caci and Artichoke are mates
Laika and Leo are mates
Alice and Simon are ex-mates
Jasmine and Firefly are ex-mates
Cotton and Wasp are ex-mates
-- x MEMBERSFeathertalon : Percy, Pumaheart, Wasp, Alice, Solomon, Wila, Splash, Laika, Comet, Star, Sarabi, Creamsicle, Finch // Confetti
Light : Cotton, Frazzle, Artichoke, Hope, Rishi, Killer, Wonder, Sparrow
whispering : Quinn, Smoke, Fran, Simon, Gray Sky, Leo, Magpie, Lotus, Poppy, King Nimbus, Ember // Bite
Myst : Milo, Honey, Kuta, Binx, Vixen, Void, Dew, Astraia, Maple, Cirrus // Bo, Alecto
runningsky123 : Cinder, Heather, Gardenia, Wisteria, Aster, Alyssum, Flame, Shadow // Spark
soot : Lada, Spackle, Zee, Boz, Caci, Canna, Zinnia, Edwina, Gael, Rami, Lavinia
asrise : White Rapid, Stony Pool, Rudy, Ambassador, Vanilla, Kite
rεdwιllow : Jasmine, Firefly, Risky
[X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] : Bat, Cheeto
Clove : Drip, Haze, Nabi, Sol
𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 : Thorn, Moss, Mud, Scarlett, Skye, Storm |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2023 19:25:11 GMT -5
-- x ALLEGIANCESToms: forty
Mollies: thirty-eight
Nonbinary: three
-- x LONERS
Lotus: dilute tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes
Void: muscular black tabby tom with hooded yellow eyes
Solomon: slender brown ticked tabby tom with pale green eyes
Simon: lean, muscular tom with wiry ticked tabby fur
Ambassador: smoke maine coon with amber eyes
Canna: dark russet molly with a striped tail and amber eyes
Honey: cream flame-point molly with round blue-ish gray eyes
Thorn: large golden brown tabby tom with extra toes on front paws, white chest and paws, and amber eyes
Percy: ginger and white tabby tom with soft green eyes
Dew: dusty brown and black seal point molly with round blue eyes
Gray Sky: a long-haired gray and white tabby with pale green eyes
Binx: small black molly with yellow-orange eyes
Gael: long furred somali tomcat with light, brownish fur and stern gray-blue eyes
Zinnia: small thin tomcat with short black fur, lanky legs, and calculating gray-blue eyes
Lada: yellow-eyed russian blue cat with tall ears, a long tail, and sharp figure
Alyssum: medium-haired white and cream molly with dark blue eyes
Aster: a medium-haired orange tabby with amber eyes
Gardenia: short-hair cream faint tabby molly with brown eyes
Wisteria: medium-hair white and cream molly with dark blue eyes
Splash: slender calico tabby molly with sharp amber eyes
Drip: long furred black tom with a white nose, mouth, and underbelly, and has heterochromia: blue-green right eye and green left eye
Caci: lithe molly with a silver-black blotched coat and bright yellow eyes
White Rapid: wiry but muscular molly with white fur, gray and black speckles, and light blue eyes
Stony Pool: lean but broad-shouldered tom with dark gray fur, darker speckles, and sage-green eyes
Frazzle: long, wild-furred orange and white patched tom with hazel eyes
Hope: long-furred white molly with orange tabby accents and blue eyes
Risky: tortoiseshell with pale amber eyes
Ember: cream and white tabby maine coon tom with one blue eye and one brown
Moss: gray-brown tabby molly with white paws and chest; sparkling green eyes
Mud: a chocolate brown tabby tom with white paws and chest; golden eyes
-- x ROGUESCotton: wiry brown molly with a white spot on her chest and a tattered right ear
Wasp: once muscular dusky brown tabby tom riddled with scars, a torn left ear, and leaf-green eyes
Pumaheart: broad and tall brown ticked tabby molly with amber eyes
Killer: large, dark long-furred tom with orange undertones and a white chin. he has a scar over his closed left eye and various scars on his pelt; tail is half-length due to injury
Rudy: large havana brown tom with dilute green eyes
Spackle: white and gray spotted tom with large paws, medium length fur, and gray-blue eyes
Bat: lithe black molly with a long scar along muzzle and green eyes
Sol: orange tabby tom with white chest, underbelly, and paws and light blue-greenish eyes
Vixen: slender ruddy feline with a black streak from head to tail, white chin, and round yellow-green eyes
Smoke: gray classic tabby tom with green eyes
Star: sleek gray tomcat with green eyes
Comet: messy furred gray tabby tom with amber eyes
Artichoke: short-furred white tom with striking copper-yellow eyes
Magpie: black and white molly with green eyes
Scarlett: thick-furred dark red molly with tufted ears and dark blue eyes
Maple: medium-harried orange tabby tom with matching round orange eyes
Firefly: black tom with white chest fur and pale amber eyes
Poppy: cream and gray lynx point molly with blue eyes
Creamsicle: small white molly with cream ears, tail, bridge of the nose, and round blue eyes
-- x BARN CATSAlice: tortoiseshell molly with green eyes
Heather: short-haired gray tabby with light blue eyes
Edwina: small, blue eyed white and black seal point molly with a short tail
Leo: stocky ginger tabby tom with a bobbed tail and amber eyes
Laika: small and fluffy brown and white tabby molly with misty dark green eyes
Skye: a slender pale gray moll with white tipped fur and bright blue eyes
Storm: blue-gray tom with thick but sleek fur and dark blue eyes
Autumn: long-furred calico molly with hazel eyes
Zee: a slender russian blue tom with a long tail and green eyes
Wonder: soft-furred calico molly with green eyes
Boz: a fluffy tortoiseshell tom with an extra toe on left paw and light green eyes
Haze: short-haired lilac cream tabby with blue eyes
Finch: small black tom with green eyes
Kite: small dark torbie tom with green eyes
Sparrow: hazel-eyed tom with coarse gray ticked tabby fur with orange accents and black tail
-- x KITTYPETSCinder: a very old russet molly with lighter orange speckles, pale nose and spectacles, and brown eyes
Shadow: black tom with amber eyes and the beginnings of silver around his muzzle
Fran: long-furred white molly with pale blue eyes
Lavinia: medium furred light brown molly with white neck, muzzle, and green eyes; declawed
Nabi: silver tabby she-cat with black stripes and green eyes
Flame: orange tabby tom with pale amber eyes
Quinn: slender brown tabby molly with big blue-green eyes
Kuta: F1 savannah tom with black spotted sand colored fur, black banded legs, tall ears and hazel eyes
Milo: sleek brown spotted tabby tom with moss green eyes
Astraia: medium-furred white molly with gray mask, mantle, and burnt orange eyes
Vanilla: large, plump cream ragdoll molly with blue eyes
Wila: pureblood burmese molly with dark brown fur, darker brown face, and wide amber eyes
Jasmine: pale orange molly with green eyes
Rishi: black tom with vitiligo flecking and brown eyes
Sarabi: broad and tall F1 savannah molly with black rosettes, black banded legs, and bright copper eyes
Rami: tall, lanky savannah molly with amber eyes
Cheeto: delightfully plump short-haired orange tabby tom with amber eyes
Cirrus: fluffy wavy-furred silver tabby tom with light orange patch on nose and green eyes
King Nimbus: full bred bengal tom with green eyes |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2023 19:46:25 GMT -5
-- x BARN DOGS
Bo: large gray fawn male anatolian shepherd Confetti: pale silver-white female blue heeler with one brown eye and one blue eyeFire Starter "Spark": a tricolor border collie with a small star of white on his forehead that looks like a sparkBite: a tall, dark-furred wolfdog with hazel eyesAlecto: gray-black anatolian shepherd with light brown eyes |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2023 19:46:51 GMT -5
-- x CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP STATUSES[ Feathertalon ]
- Percy: closed to romance, open to family and friends- Pumaheart: open to romance and would love for her to have kits someday, closed to family- Wasp: closed to romance, open to family, open to past flings- Solomon: open to romance, open to enemies- Alice: closed to romance, closed for family, open for friends- Wila: closed to romance, open to family and friends- Laika: closed to romance and family. open to friends- Comet: open to romance and friends- Star: closed to romance, open to enemies- Sarabi: open to romance and friends- Creamsicle: tentatively closed to romance, closed to family, open to friends- Finch: closed for romance until older, open to friends[ runningsky123 ]- Flame: closed to romance. open to family and friends- Shadow: tentatively open to mate. open to family and friends- Gardenia: open to romance. open to friends- Wisteria: closed to romance. open to friends- Alyssum: open to romance. open to friends- Aster: open to romance. open to friends- Heather: open to romance, friends, and family[ Light ]- Wonder: closed to romance- Artichoke: closed to romance- Frazzle: closed to romance- Cotton: closed to romance- Killer: open for romance
- Hope: open for romance
- Rishi: open for romance[ soot ]- Spackle: open to romance- Canna: open to romance- Gael: tentatively closed to romance. open to friends and family- Rami: open to romance and friends- Edwina: open to romance and friends- Lada: open to romance and friends- Zee: open to romance. open to friends- Boz: closed to romance. open to friends- Zinnia: closed to romance- Caci: closed to romance. open to friends[ Myst ]- Kuta: closed to romance- Honey: closed to romance- Milo: closed to romance- Binx: open to romance- Vixen: open to romance - Dew: open to romance- Void: open to romance- Astraia: open to romance- Maple: open to romance- Cirrus: open when older[ asrise ]- White Rapid: open to romance. open to friends and enemies. not open to family- Stony Pool: open to romance. open for friends. not open to family- Rudy: open for short flings. open to enemies, friends, and family- Ambassador: open for romance. open to friends. not open to family- Vanilla: open for romance. open to friends. not open to family- Kite: open to friends
-- x FUTURE CLAN PREFIXES TAKEN- Alyssum
- Artichoke
- Aster
- Cirrus
- Comet
- Cotton
- Cream
- Dew
- Fire
- Flame
- Frazzle
- Gardenia
- Honey
- Hope
- Laika
- Maple
- Moss
- Puma
- Savanna
- Shadow
- Sun
- Vixen
- Void
- Wasp
- Willow
- Wisteria
- Wonder |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2023 19:47:18 GMT -5
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 6, 2023 19:52:15 GMT -5
Sociable | Sportive | Drifter Ginger and white tabby tom with soft green eyes. Loner // SylvanClan // 32 moons // @ feathertalon
bisexual biromantic
shipped with smoke
Wasp
Lonely | Nostalgic | Nurturing
Once muscular dusky brown tabby tom riddled with scars, a torn left ear, and leaf-green eyes.
Rogue // EtherClan // 83 moons // @ feathertalon
bisexual demiromantic
father of quinn, solomon, and quiver
Patient | Cunning | Composed Sleek gray tomcat with green eyes. Rogue // Undetermined // 40 moons // @ feathertalon Littermate is Comet ; asexual demiromantic
tentatively shipped with gael Joyful | Follower | Gullible Messy furred gray tabby tom with amber eyes. Rogue // Undetermined // 40 moons // @ feathertalon
Littermate is Star ; asexual demiromantic
open for ship
Solomon
Bitter | Longing | Commanding
Slender brown ticked tabby tom with pale green eyes
Loner // Undetermined // 45 moons // @ feathertalon
Littermate is Quinn, mother is Cotton, father is Wasp ; homosexual homoromantic
open for ship
Pumaheart
Wise | Patient | Traditional
Broad and tall brown ticked tabby molly with amber eyes
Rogue // SylvanClan // 52 moons // @ feathertalon
open for relations ; pansexual panromantic
open for ship
Tactical | Assertive | Attentive Tortoiseshell molly with green eyes. Rogue // Undetermined // 30 moons // @ feathertalon demisexual demiromantic (female leaning) shipped with honey SplashConfident | Imaginative | Hopeless romantic Slender calico tabby molly with sharp amber eyesLoner // EtherClan // 30 moons // @ feathertalon bisexual biromantic open for shipping Friendly | Stubborn | Independent Pureblood Burmese molly with dark brown fur, darker brown face, and wide amber eyes. Kittypet // Undetermined // 25 moons // @ feathertalon
demisexual panromantic
shipped with flame
Laika
Spacey | Naive | Loving
Small and fluffy brown and white tabby molly with misty dark green eyes
Barn cat // EtherClan // 23 moons // @ feathertalon
demisexual panromantic
shipped with leo
Sarabi
Bossy | Astute | Flirtatious
Broad and tall F1 savannah molly with black rosettes, black banded legs, and bright copper eyes.
Kittypet // Kittypet // 20 moons // @ feathertalon
asexual (spayed) panromantic
open for ship
Insecure | Frightful | Gentle Small white molly with cream ears, tail, bridge of the nose, and round blue eyes. Former kittypet // EtherClan // 5 moons // @ feathertalon
open for ship
Finch
Intelligent | Soft-spoken | Emotional
Small black tom with green eyes.
Barn cat // Undetermined // 3 moons // @ feathertalon
open for ship
Confetti
Impulsive | Energetic | Hardworking
Pale silver-white Blue Heeler with one brown eye and one blue eye
Barn dog // Barn // 17 moons // @ feathertalon |
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Quinn Defiant | Rash | Temperamental Slender, brown tabby she-cat with big bluish green eyes Housecat // SylvanClan // 45 moons // @ whispering
demisexual demiromantic
Smoke Dynamic | Passive | Passionate
Gray classic tabby tom with green eyes Rogue // ?? // 37 moons // @ whispering homosexual homoromantic(maybe future medicine cat) Fran Kind | Submissive | Delicate Long-furred white she-cat with pale blue eyes Housecat // Undetermined // 66 moons // @ whispering
Asexual demiromantic(spayed)
Ember Aloof | Clever | Earnest Cream and white tabby Maine Coon tom with one blue eye and one brown Loner // EtherClan // 9 moons // @ whispering
Leo Egotistical | Valiant | Possessive Stocky ginger tabby tom with a bobbed tail and amber eyes Farm Cat // Farm cat // 26 moons // @ whispering
Bisexual Biromantic
Lives on the farm Magpie Airy | Witty | Decisive Black and white she-cat with green eyes Rouge // EtherClan // 27 moons // @ whispering
demisexual demiromantic Lotus Cynical | Reticent | Logical Dilute tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes Loner // Undetermined // 50 moons // @ whispering
homosexual homoromantic
King Nimbus(nimbus) Cowardly | Arrogant | Curious
Full-bred Bengal tom with green eyes kittypet // undetermined // 7 moons // @ whispering questioning Simon Assertive | Opportunistic | Malicious A lean muscular cat with wiry ticked tabby fur Loner // Loner // 40 moons // @ whispering
demisexual biromantic
Ex-mate of Alice, father of Finch, Amber, ??
Son of Fang and Opal, younger brother to Cotton Poppy Outspoken | Troublesome | Greedy Cream and gray lynx point molly with blue eyes Rogue // SylvanClan // 10 moons // @ whispering
Pan
Gray Sky
leery | impatient | efficient
a long-haired gray and white tabby with pale green eyes
loner | etherclan | 38 moons
Quinn Ember Smoke Fran Leo Magpie Lotus Mr. Nimbus Simon Poppy Gray Sky |
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Post by Light on Aug 6, 2023 22:36:57 GMT -5
Frazzle
Optimistic | Whimsical | Curious Long wild-furred orange and white patched tom with hazel eyes. Loner // Undetermined // 18 moons // Light Uncle is Percy (mother's side). Aunt is Fran (father's side).
Brother of Maple and Hope.
Shipped with Wisteria
Cotton Cautious | Protective | Stubborn Wiry brown molly with a white spot on her chest and a tattered right ear. She has yellow eyes. Rogue // EtherClan // 79 moons // Light
Younger brother is Simon.
Kits are Quinn (Bramble), Solomon (Thorn), Quiver; Splash and Artichoke
Grandkits are Creamsicle and Owl.
Potentially shipped with Wasp Wonder Timid | Softhearted | Overthinker
A soft-furred calico with green eyes. Farm Cat // undetermined // 15 moons // Light Sister from an older litter is Alice.Shipped with BozKillerBlunt | Determined | IntimidatingA large, dark long-furred tom with orange undertones and a white chin. He has a scar over his closed left eye and various scars on his pelt, including the two-lined scar on his shoulder that represents that he was from Big Daddy's family. His tail is half-length due to injury.Rogue // Possibly Sylvanclan? Depends on who he gets to know. // 45 moons // Light Son of Big Daddy.Potentially shipped with Puma.ArtichokeProud | Confident | ObsessiveShort furred white tom with striking copper eyes.Rogue // Sylvanclan // 30 moons // Light Mate is Caci.Mother is Cotton.Littermate is Splash.Other siblings are Quinn, Solomon, Quiver.
Hope
Mellow | Responsible | Tentative
Long furred white molly with some orange tabby accents and blue eyes.
Loner // Undetermined // 18 moons // Light
Uncle is Percy (mother's side).
Aunt is Fran (father's side).
Brothers are Frazzle and Maple.
Open for shipping with toms!
Rishi
Pacifist | Verbose | Philosopher
Black tom with vitiligo white flecking, and brown eyes.
Kittypet // Kittypet (negotiable) // 27 moons // Light
Sparrow Moody | Earnest | Bold A hazel eyed tom with coarse grey ticked tabby fur with orange accents and a black tail.
Barn Cat // Undetermined // 3 moons // Light
Mother is Alice.
Father is Simon.
Siblings are Kite and Finch.
Frazzle: Cotton: Wonder: Killer: Artichoke: Hope: Rishi: Sparrow: |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 7, 2023 8:44:05 GMT -5
aaaaand we're open!
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Age Updated as of 29Aug2024
Sociable | Mellow | Patient Sleek brown spotted tabby tom with moss green eyes Kittypet // Undetermined // 31 moons // @ extremelyextra pansexual panromantic Shameless | Outspoken | Persistent Cream flame-point molly with round blueish grey eyes. Loner // Undetermined // 43 moons // @ extremelyextra demiromantic bisexual Curious | Carefree | Impulsive F1 Savannah tom with black spotted sand colored fur, black banded legs, tall ears and hazel eyes Kittypet // EtherClan // 36 moons // @ extremelyextra homoromantic homosexual Reserved | Stubborn | Loyal Small black molly with yellow-orange eyes Loner // Barn Cat // 23 moons // @ extremelyextra
Aloof | Polite | Inquisitive Slender ruddy feline with a black streak from head to tail, white chin and chest, and round yellow-green eyes Rogue // Undetermined // 16 moons // @ extremelyextra
they/he | demiromantic pansexual Canna's lost kit
Bubbly | Compassionate | Loyal dusty brown and black seal point molly with round blue eyes Loner // SylvanClan // 33 moons // @ extremelyextra
pansexual panromantic
Energetic | Distracted | Reliable fluffy wavy-furred silver tabby tom with a light orange patch on the nose and green eyes Kittypet // Undetermined // 9 moons // @ extremelyextra
undetermined romantic identity
Adoptee of Lavinia
Lively | Forgetful | Single-Braincell medium hair orange tabby tom with matching round orange eyes Rogue // Undetermined // 18 moons // @ extremelyextra
undetermined romantic identity
Brother to Frazzle, Uncle is Percy (mother's side), Aunt is Fran (father's side)
Elegant | Conceited | Elusive medium fur white molly with a gray mask and mantle dusted with occasional black accents and burnt orange eyes Kittypet // Undetermined // 40 moons // @ extremelyextra
undetermined romantic identity
open for family
open for romance
Obstinate | Taciturn | Irritable Muscular black tabby with hooded yellow eyes Loner // Undetermined // 63 moons // @ extremelyextra undetermined romantic leaning
Level | Protective | Assertive Large grey fawn Anatolian Shepard Livestock Guardian Dog // Barn Dog // 49 moons // @ extremelyextra Observant | Driven | Excitable Grey/Black brindle Anatolian Shipard with light brown eyes Livestock Guardian Dog // Barn Dog // 19 moons // @ extremelyextra
Milo Honey Kuta Binx Vixen Dew Maple
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 7, 2023 9:30:34 GMT -5
yesssss go get some sleep and then join ussss
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2023 10:09:33 GMT -5
(i'm just starting a test this morning, and then i'll have some starters/replies up :'3)
edit: typing up something now, almost done! I decided to just go ahead and finish my school day.)
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2023 17:59:23 GMT -5
Quinn
Twoleg Place // w/ open
Faint sunlight filtered through the cloudy, gray sky. Leaf-bare was now in full effect. Not even birdsong filled the streets of two-leg place. Only the cold, caw of crows. The sound of leaves scraping against the concrete, as they danced through the cold wind. The slight hum of monsters as they roared to and fro. The chatter of children as they stomped through piles of leaves, squealing in delight as they were submerged underneath. And the annoying squeak of the fan as it turned round and round inside of her housefolk's den.
Quinn watched where she sat perched on her window seal. Watching life move on slowly out in the barren winter land. Her tabby tail swishing idly below her as she zoned out. Blue eyes focusing on everything and nothing that happened outside of her glass barrier. Leaf-bare was a boring season. Cold and quiet. Minimal life. Except the housefolk perhaps, and the cats and dogs that lived around the area. But there was nothing the season seemed to offer other than dull blandness. She much preferred the spring when all the flowers blossomed, bees and other small insects would buzz, and the birds returned from migration. Or summer when she could go out on her patio and sun herself, or go out for a swim. Prey was also plentiful in those seasons. Hunting in leaf-bare was close to impossible, she knew from her own experience. Before she found her housefolk, before she committed to her life of luxury. She was a cat trying to survive in the barren winter forest. A doomed huntress unsure of her purpose. That all seemed so far away now. She couldn't remember struggle. Or perhaps she just didn't want to, and erased it from her memory.
A whine sounded from the floor below her. Making her turn her head to look down. Her sensitive ear fur prickling as the piercing sound came again. It was Harley. Her housefolk's dog. She was a truly hopeless creature in Quinn's opinion. Only good to cuddle on the coldest nights. Whenever the feline was feeling generous enough to indulge the animal that was. What is it, Harley? She asked in her head as she met Harley's big, brown eyes. You want to go outside? The molly rose to her paws, lazily stretching her slender body on the window seal. With a yawn, the tabby she-cat leaped to the floor. Trotting to the cat door that led to the back patio. She knew it would be cold. And didn't have much desire to be cold. But it would delight her knowing that Harley couldn't come along. Maybe she would go and see Fran or Willa while she was out. Or run into Frazzle so they could go into the forest together. There were endless possibilities to distract oneself from the winter chill. The black-furred dog followed excitedly behind her. See you later Harley.
Quinn squeezed her way out of the cat flap, ignoring the dog's barks of protest. It was just as cold as she'd imagined it would be. The she-cat fluffed out her tabby coat to block out some of the chill. The concrete giving her an electrifying jolt as it met her delicate paw pads. Quickly, she darted over to the gate, perching herself on the post and looking around. She doubted any of her housecat friends would want to be out in this weather. But she didn't care. She needed to get out. She needed to burn her energy. With a final look at her garden, Quinn vanished onto the other side of the fence. Landing in the soft, wild grass. --- Smoke
Forest // w/ open
Smoke's whiskers quivered quizzically as he pondered. His head raised, peering out past the bare tree limbs that seemed so far above him. His head tilted as he reflected. He had had dreams lately. Every night to be exact. Every night he would see the same strange cat, with stars in their fur. The cat would stand fox-lengths ahead of him, and would beckon Smoke to follow them with a flick of their starry tail. And he would follow.
They would walk through the thick canopy. Birdsong would echo all around from the tall canopy. Green-leaf would be in full effect, the forest full of life and greenery. They would walk until the trees thinned out and Smoke would make out the light gurgles of the stream. Once, they reached the opening Smoke's eyes would widen in shock. Hundreds of starry cats would stand on either side of the stream watching him; longing and desperation in their transparent eyes. The first cat that would lead him here, would leap onto one of the stepping stones and turn to look at him. This usually was where the dream would end, but not this time. Last night was different. "We are EtherClan and SylvanClan." They would say. Their deep meow echoing from the skies above it seemed. "We are your ancestors. Restore our Clans." Smoke would open his mouth to speak. But no sound would come. The starry cats would fade away, and he would return to darkness. Leaving the tom with many unanswered questions.
The sound of low grumbling snapped Smoke away from his thoughts. Looking down at his protesting belly a bit taken aback. Until it was accompanied by a twisting camp did he remember his original mission for coming out of his den. He was hungry. But it was hard to focus when his mind raced with so many thoughts of his recent dream. He gave a soft sigh, shaking his head. You cannot think properly on an empty stomach.
The gray tom rose, lifting his nose in the air. Mouth gaped open, searching for the scent of prey. His ears alert for any signs of movement near him. Leaf-bare was in full effect. He would be lucky to catch anything in this weather. Perhaps he would check the stream if he received no luck here under the wooded trees. An icy leaf-bare wind ruffled his fur bringing with it the warm scent of a mouse. Making his belly growl even more impatiently. Listening carefully for any movement, he set off towards the scent. Praying to make a successful catch. For his stomach's sake. Fran
Twoleg Garden // w open
Fran lay lazily sprawled in the soft grass of her garden. Soaking up the little sunlight that shone down. Most cats dreaded the cold season, but she adored it. She loved the cool feeling of the grass beneath her delicate paws. And when it snowed, the old queen really felt alive. It would make her feel like a kitten again. Prancing around, her white fur blending in with the white snow. Truly a Winter Wonderland.
Perhaps she loved it because she didn't have to worry about the hardships that come with winter. Scarcity in prey. Worrying every night about finding somewhere warm enough to rest her head. She had all of those things at her will here with her housefolk. She truly adored her housefolk. There were two: one older, the mother, and her young daughter.
Fran's life began with the older female, Mom, or at least that's the name Fran had guessed was hers. She could still remember the day she was chosen. Mom adored her. Fran had come home to many toys, treats, and things that were picked out just for her. She loved her new home. Though Mom was sad. Behind their times playing and cuddling, she could always sense the deep sadness within her. It wasn't until she was an adult that she understood Mom's sadness. Many years ago, Fran had become pregnant with her first litter. She had never been more happy. But she grew very sick. So sick, Mom had to take her to the vet where they stuck a needle in her- Fran hated needles -but this one was different. It made her sleep. Then she awoke, and her kits were gone. She no longer felt the constant stir of her unborn children. The only trace that she'd ever had them was a long, deep, scar across her soft belly. And Fran too had become sad. Two mothers unable to bear offspring. But then the young human came, Kitty.
It was a strange name for a housefolk, but the kit insisted on Fran calling her the name. Kitty was an odd housefolk at first. Fran felt she always needed to correct her. Mom was never really good at correcting her in Fran's opinion. So she would help out as needed. She would call Fran many strange names. But over the years, the kit grew and so did Fran's love for her, and all her strange quirks that came over the years. Like the names that Kitty would call her; Frannie, Francis, France, Fran Francisco. Fran didn't quite understand it but she adored Kitty nonetheless.
Her and Mom were happier. The sadness no longer lodged deep within their hearts. Kitty was truly a blessing in disguise. Now Fran lived her days in luxury. As spoiled and pamper as any housecat should be. Lounging about in her garden or inside her home. She would never trade it for anything in the world.
Like she was now. Deep purrs rumbling in her throat at the faint warmth that shone on her white fur. A gentle smile on her maw as she rolled onto her back. Closing her eyes in pure relaxation.
Ember
Near stream // w/ open
"Stupid leaf-bare." Ember grumbled. Crunching carelessly through the dead leaves that decorated the ground. His ears flat to his head and plume tail lashing irritably.
Cats always talked about leaf-bare. He remembered his mother's stories about how cruel and cold it could be. The old tom he had traveled with moons before had warned him of its treachery. But never did Ember think it could be this bad. Two days had passed and he could barely find anything in the forest. The prey he did find would quickly hurry back into their burrows when they saw him coming. And his bright colored coat didn't help in the slightest. He was an eyesore in the middle of a barren land. It had been fail after fail. Hopeless! He exclaimed inwardly, giving an obnoxious huff. Today, he decided he was done with the forest. Today he would learn how to fish. By his own teachings of course.
It couldn't be that hard. His father was a great hunter. He and his brothers would watch in awe as the great ginger tom would quickly withdraw a scaly creature from the clear waters. Ember was sure he could do it as well. Though he desperately yearned for his father's presence, the sound of his mother's encouraging voice... But they were gone.
The young tom slowed his pace as the treeline began to thin, and the stream came into view. His stomach growled in anticipation, and his mouth began to water as he neared. He leaned down to drink, tongue lapping hungrily at the icy water. The coolness giving his body a jolt making him feel rejuvenated. Ember straightened up with a sigh. His bi-colored eyes scanned his surroundings and his tufted ears rotating for any signs of life around here. Good. He didn't need to run into any cats. He preferred to be alone. It was better that way. It was easier to be alone than to be abandoned yet again.
He heaved a deep sigh, peering down into the gurgling water. There! A small, silver, figure floated just near him. Ember could definitely catch he was sure. Crouching down as his father once did, he watched intently. Ages seemed to go by before he struck out, underestimating how close the fish actually was from him. And ultimately losing his balance. Splash!
The young tom gave a startled yowl as the icy water pierced his body. Claws scrambling frantically at the grass as he tried to get back to land. He managed to get a good enough grip to pull himself out, scurrying to the safety of the tree line. Ember growled angrily, shaking out his drenched coat. Shooting daggers back at the moving water. The cream colored tom found refuge in a nearby bush, crouching down, shivering as his wet fur adjusted to the cold atmosphere. He couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in his chest.
He was alone. Alone and helpless. And hungry. Three things he didn't want to be. I'd rather just die. Ember thought miserably, curling himself up into a shivering ball. Wishing things had been different. Perhaps if he didn't run, he would be with his family. Wherever they were. He longed to go back to the two-leg place. Maybe they were waiting for him. No. They are gone. He thought sternly, the familiar ache returning to his chest.
Perhaps he would just sleep. He would sleep until he was with his family again. Until he and his brothers were rough-playing again while their parents watched, their eyes full of pride and love. He would dream of them. Like he always did. Hoping one day it wouldn't be a dream.
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Post by Myst on Aug 7, 2023 19:45:20 GMT -5
I DID IT c:
I did just edit my original post with the forms - I can remove the clan affiliations if y'all want I don't mind either way~
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 7, 2023 20:25:17 GMT -5
gonna add you, myst~ whispering - i've got percy, alice, comet, star, solomon, and wila open if you're interested in any of them i do have a wila starter i wrote on the first page i could put up for anybody to respond to, but im also not opposed to making starters for my other kitties Light - i wanted to ask, do you wanna continue where we were with cotton & creamsicle, or did you wanna start a new scene with them? |
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2023 20:35:48 GMT -5
( i’m open to any ideas! I left smoke open for anyone to join/interrupt his hunt, and someone could have been secretly watching ember or just stumble upon him after his nap
I did notice Willa’s starter, i could edit quinn’s a bit and have them run into each other?
fran is open for anyone to find her!)
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 7, 2023 21:24:09 GMT -5
//Is,,,, Is it alright if I join?? I'm,,, a bit nervous, aha ^^"
Oh, also - could,,, someone explain starters . . . . ? Sorry, I haven't rped in a dog's age.
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2023 21:28:32 GMT -5
( Little Fawn of course you’re welcome here! i’m sure feather will accept and add you up once you’ve got some forms ready. and as for starters, basically just the first role play post/post made to start off a role play <3) |
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Post by Myst on Aug 7, 2023 21:49:04 GMT -5
whispering I can toss Kura or Milo Fran's way if your down and then on the whole all my lads are free~
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Post by whispering on Aug 7, 2023 21:56:12 GMT -5
either would be fine with me <3
I think fran would get along with both cats, though a little more grounded than Kuta
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Post by Little Fawn on Aug 7, 2023 22:10:16 GMT -5
//Thank you, whispering !! Fleeting -- 17 moons -- MollyQuiet | Sharp-tongued | ImpulsiveGhost/black tabby, yellow eyes Moor cat/loner | EtherClan Older sister to Blight(different father) Blight -- 12 moons -- TomKind | Clumsy | JoyfulLong-furred tuxedo cat, green eyes Forest cat/rogue | EtherClan Younger brother to Fleeting(different father) Basic knowledge of herbs, if thats okay? (Like, he knows to use marigold, but not burdock.) |
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Post by runningsky123 on Aug 7, 2023 22:25:40 GMT -5
Gardenia -- 24 Moons -- She-Cat Kind | Caring | Selfless Gardenia is a short-haired pretty cream tabby with very faint tabby stripes with brown eyes. Loner | SylvanClan Siblings: Wisteria. Gardenia and Wisteria were once kittypets in the same house, until their housefolk died. When that happened, they were brought to a cageplace. Rather than risk being separated, the two managed to escape and become loners, content to wander without a home, as long as they were together. Wisteria -- 24 Moons -- She-Cat Impulsive | Sweet | Loyal Wisteria is a medium-haired white and cream she-cat with dark blue eyes. Loner | SylvanClan Siblings: Gardenia Gardenia Wisteria |
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Post by Light on Aug 7, 2023 22:28:35 GMT -5
(Welcome Myst, Harpy and Runningsky! ^^) (Runningsky - I usually post my image on imgur and copy and paste the BBCode share link into my post to post a picture.) ( Feathertalon - Hm... Cotton would tell Creamsicle to quietly follow, quietly correcting her where needed, never travelling too far ahead. The reason for this is that she would be looking for prey on the way. Since it's winter and it sounds like a particularly cold day, let's say they didn't find any. She would take Creamsicle down to the river's stepping stones, hoping to get to the other side. :3 Is this a wise idea? Who knows. How about they just arrive at the river? I could post a starter if you'd like. :3) (I might have Frazzle hop in with some other character(s) sometime. Maybe not tonight though. :3) |
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2023 0:53:00 GMT -5
 Milo -- Twoleg Garden | with Fran - whispering He and the younger human in his home had an understanding of sorts – he let the feline out during the day, and Milo didn’t alert the older two when he came in at odd hours of the night. Of his housefolk, the boy was his favorite, he always had been. While he held nothing against his parents, the younger human – Tristan – was the only one who didn’t hold him or pick him up against his will. They left each other alone unless company was invited, the door to his room was left open at night, and he was allowed to do as he so pleased when the elder housefolk were gone. Yes, it seemed they understood each other quite well.
It’s too cold out, bud. Yes, the boy understood him well, but worried all the same at times. Milo, of course, only provided a patient but insistent meow in reply. The leaves were gone, of course it was cold, but he wanted to be outside nonetheless. Who was Tristan to keep him from going out and about if he wanted to? He could hardly see any of the other housecats from the confines of the walls, and being a one-cat home was quite lonely at the worst of times. The boy only shook his head, but moments later the door was open. Thank you, Tristan. The thought was accompanied by a pleased purr as he took his chance to trot out into grassy expanse of his land.
The world around him appeared bleak as it did every year when the leaves fell, and the abrupt change in temperature sent a pleasant jolt through him. While it wasn’t his favorite season, something about the biting air was refreshing to him, perhaps because it came with the promise of new growth and bright days. Taking a long moment to stretch, the tabby allowed himself this time to adjust to his new yet familiar surroundings before setting off on whatever journey the day would bring. He didn’t know many around that actually enjoyed being outside in the cold. With a goal of thwarting loneliness, he was sure there was one fence he could perch on to find a friend.
Slinking under the thin metal that encircled his yard, Milo was off on his familiar path between other gardens and paved walkways of the twoleg place. Milo never knew exactly how long it took to come the familiar fencing of the queen’s garden, but he also didn’t care to find out. Sizing up the wood planks as always, the tom shifted on his haunches for a second before making his jump that landed him perched on the garden fence. Green eyes settled on the molly almost immediately and he couldn’t help but smile a bit as her purring reached his ears. “Enjoying the cold, Fran?” He didn’t know how she did it – it wasn’t the worst thing, but he much preferred more forgiving temperatures.
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Post by Myst on Aug 8, 2023 0:55:20 GMT -5
Thanks for the welcome! c: runningsky123 if you find the images on google you can right-click it and copy the image address and use that to insert the imager - it can be a little unreliable if the images gets deleted from it's source website, tho |
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Post by whispering on Aug 8, 2023 8:45:29 GMT -5
Twoleg Garden // w Milo Myst
The old molly lazily opened one blue eye. Instantly realizing the familiar face of one of her housecat friends; Milo. Her smile grew sweeter at the sight of the tabby tom. And she purred, rolling over onto her haunches and meeting his green eyes. Fran was fond of all the housecats in her area. They were all younger than her, more adventurous. They liked to go out into the woods and explore, Fran wasn't so fond of the idea. The thought of getting her coat all dirty. Mom would be so disappointed. The last thing she ever wanted was to disappoint her housefolk. But Fran did her best to show kindness and be nurturing to all that would come across her. Not many cats would come to see her by choice, except maybe her nephew, Frazzle.
"Hello, Milo." She mewed. "Yes, I am quite enjoying it. I can't wait for the first snow." Many cats would have said opposite, Fran was aware, but she couldn't hide her admiration for the winter. "The chill fills nice on my coat." The molly mewed, just as a cool wind ruffled her white fur. And she quickly twisted around to smooth the fur along her back.
Nothing was wrong with the warmer seasons. She did love flowers and to watch the insects as they came to pollinate. But Fran was prone to overheat during those times, and would spend most of her days indoors with her housefolk. Only going out on the coolest of days. In the winter, she could go out whenever and be fine.
Rising to her paws, Fran shook out her coat, padding a bit closer to the fence. Curiously peering up at Milo, "Are you enjoying the cold." It was unlikely. "Perhaps we could take a short walk. Unless you think you'd become an icicle." A mischievous glint sparkled in the molly's blue eyes. If he would agree, she would happily walk around the twoleg place. But not too far. Fran didn't often go past the forest border in fear of the danger within. Wild animals and wild cats. She had heard gruesome stories of both creatures and thought it best to avoid them all together. There was that fear, and the fear of messing up her luscious fur.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2023 9:23:10 GMT -5
Little Fawn - everything looks good, got ya added! feel free to start rping :> runningsky123 - hi there! your forms are looking good, but before i can accept you, can i ask that you make two toms to balance out your two mollies? ^^; i just prefer when people start out with an equal ratio
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2023 9:27:02 GMT -5
Percy »
Hard snow crunched under paw, echoing throughout the otherwise silent forest. The trees stood tall and bare, not a single leaf perched upon their branches. Everything about the forest felt so empty - where usually there was the scuttling of squirrels and the songs of birds, there was nothing except for the eerie sound of winter silence.
Percy was usually a silent walker; having grown up in the forest his entire life, he had quickly learned how to traverse the land. As a kitten he had been taught how to prowl the woods in silence, sneaking over brambles and sliding around thick trees to avoid detection from any prey, or predators, in the nearby area. But the cold harshness of leaf-bare was a different story. Not only was prey scarce, but it was even more difficult to remain quiet when even the ground under paw wanted to go against whoever was walking upon it. With each pawstep Percy felt himself sink into a broken layer of snow, the crunch that accompanied it calling out through the entire forest as if it were deliberately calling out to any other creature in the area, telling them that Percy was on his way and they better run. The tom’s tail twitched in a rare display of annoyance; was the forest planning on starving him out? He supposed he could leave the comforts of the forest and head to the moorland to try hunting, but the ginger and white feline knew that if the forest had a blanket of snow, the moorland would have even more. His ears swiveled to the side of his head as he cast a glance to the right of him. The marsh was another option. The land there was usually warmer, meaning that the snow had probably melted, but did he dare chance the fact that he’d get wet wading in all the water down there? His fur would turn to ice and he’d freeze before returning back to his den if he did that.
Another thought stirred in his mind. Was he willing to head into twolegplace and scavenge for food there? Percy didn’t mind venturing into the human infested territory, and there were a few twolegs that he was quite fond of, but the food he usually found there was cold, tossed out from a twoleg’s prey hunt hours, or even days, ago. Percy’s stomach longed for something fresh and warm, though he was almost ready to give in and take whatever he could get.
Before Percy caved in and started to head toward the twolegplace, one last thought crossed his mind. His paws immediately turned himself in that direction. Percy was sure that the stream was mostly frozen over, but it was worth a shot to check the deeper areas. Perhaps the snow and ice had yet to completely take over the stream and Percy could catch himself a fish or two. His tongue lapped across his jaws at the thought - fish had always been one of his favorite meals.
The ginger and white tomcat began to trot off toward the stream, so lost in the hope of a fresh meal that he almost missed the strong scent of another feline nearby. Percy stopped, nose twitching as he parted his jaws and drew in a breath of the crisp air around him. He held back a flinch from the sharp cold as it hit the roof of his mouth, bringing him the aroma of a nearby tomcat. Percy stood tall as he lifted his tail into the air, wanting to signal friendliness rather than hostility. ”Hello?” He called out, certain that his voice would travel far in the still winter silence of the woods.
Creamsicle »
Hunger twisted the kit’s stomach into painful knots. Her thin fur was spiked out as far as it could go in hopes of holding in warmth, but still she shivered, teeth chattering as the wind swept across her face. While she had been hungrier and colder before Cotton had found her, Creamsicle still wasn’t used to these elements. For most of her short life she had lived with a family of twolegs. Sometimes they would let her and her family inside the nest where it was warm, but usually they had to stay outside. Even when they were outside it wasn’t all that cold - when the weather got bad Creamsicle and her littermates would huddle up together, and soon their mother would join them, using her larger body to shield her litter from the cold winds. Hunger had never been an issue either. The twolegs would throw their leftover food out for them to eat, and on the nights the twolegs didn’t feed them, Creamsicle’s mother would hunt for their food. And Creamsicle’s mother had been a wonderful hunter. She could fly into trees and bring down any bird, or run faster than a rabbit and kill it without a struggle. Creamsicle wanted to be like that one day. When she was older and all grown up she wanted to be just like her mother, and as she looked up at Cotton, warmth flickering in her chest for the older molly, she realized that she’d like to be like Cotton, too.
Currently the old molly and Creamsicle were headed down to the stream. The two had had no luck in finding prey up on the moor - Creamsicle swore up and down that she had helped and had not been hunkered down in the gorse because the moorland scared her - so Cotton had suggested turning back towards the wood and trying out the stream. Even now the openness of the land was astonishing to Creamsicle. She had only known the twolegplace and the woods, moreso the woods since her former twoleg home had been closer to the woods and further from the actual larger human dens. All this open land was new to her, something she had never heard her mother talk about. Had her mother even known about this place? Creamsicle pondered on this for a moment, yet her brain was empty, no thoughts flashing inside of there, no ideas coming to her. She blamed her empty stomach that was once again twisting and growling as if it had never known a meal.
”Cotton,” Creamsicle started with an exasperated sigh, ”are we there yet?” Creamsicle could make out the treeline just ahead, but she couldn’t hear anything that sounded like nearby water, and the tall moorland grass obscured a good portion of her view. All she could do was assume that they were close, and the kit had assumed they were close to the stream ten times by now.
Wila »
with - open
Inside a usually peaceful twoleg nest came the vexed hiss of a feline.
”Chai, I told you last time! We aren’t doing this!”
A dark brown molly lashed her tail back and forth in an angry wave, glaring daggers at the stocky dark brown tom that stood before her, his ears flat against his head and his eyes round and watery. ”But why not? You know-”
The molly cut Chai off, the fur along her spine now beginning to bristle. ”I will not explain myself again. This isn’t the life I want, and I don’t care what happens to me!” Before the tomcat could say anymore more, the molly quickly turned on her paws and stormed off, rushing through the twoleg den, caring about nothing until she reached the cat flap and pushed her way through. Just before she slipped all the way outside she heard Chai give one more regretful call to her, but she ignored him. Her annoyance with the tomcat was too great, and regardless on if they usually got along or not, the molly was not in the mood to give him another chance.
A fresh, gentle breeze rolled over the young molly known as Wila now that she was outside. A chill lingered in the air, her brown fur fluffing out, but that didn’t deter her. The crispness helped cool down the fire that had been raging inside just moments before. Wila inhaled deeply, drawing in air before she exhaled, eyes momentarily closing in bliss at the sensation of being outside and away from Chai. She could already feel herself easing back down from the earlier adrenaline, but her annoyance lingered. Why was Chai so willing to follow what the twolegs wanted? He was following tradition, following what so many cats of his family and her family had done for generations, but Wila didn’t want to continue with the tradition. She didn’t want to settle for this. She wanted to be free, not tied down with some relationship that wasn’t spurned by love, but rather by what they were told to be.
Wila, and Chai too, were pure blooded Burmese cats of show quality. For generations her family had been used for shows and used to keep their pristine bloodline going. To ensure that potential kits were up to standard, Wila’s owners would seek out possible mates and then select a specific tom or molly to pair with their current breeding cat. They were then supposed to produce a litter or two for the continuation of their championship traits and a kit would be selected to later continue the line. And by some bad draw of luck, Wila had been the chosen one out of her parents’ last litter. She had met all the standards that the twolegs looked for and now here she was, hounded by some tomcat she barely knew. Chai was sweet, all things considered, but Wila knew she could never love him. He was too soft, a bit of a useless fool who did his best, but never made decisions of his own accord. He only did what others told him to do, and Wila didn’t want to be mated to some cat who couldn’t be the leader of his own life. If she were to fall in love she imagined it to be with some handsome cat who was strong, capable, and resourceful, a cat who could make decisions even in the hardest of times.
Wila sighed. She had never been much for romance, but the thought of choosing her own mate and taking control of her life sent a swarm of butterflies across her stomach.
The molly shook her head. She didn’t have time to get caught up in imaginary what ifs, and she didn’t want to spend anymore time near her home right now. With that in mind the brown feline took off, stopping just long enough to gather herself and jump over the fence that marked the border of her twoleg’s territory. Gracefully she jumped down and landed on a patch of soft grass, eyes wide and searching as she trotted off, tail high, in hopes of easing the last of her razzled nerves.
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