Stretch her legs? Right now? No thank you. Sweets was fine where she was, stretching her legs out in front of her, still nicely guarding the little water spot (look how well she was doing in her healer spot hmmm). If that still counted, at least, she wondered where little Willie had run off to right now. As for Viper, she would come along, but the molly had decided to keep guard of this... Place, as she should.
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siren; ; she/her
--she'd managed to tag along when the group had moved, though she'd been out often. siren wasn't the type to, well, socialise, mostly, so she'd been making moves outside of the group; hunting mice, voles, whatever would keep the syndicate fed. this time, however, she stalked back into camp, bright yellow eyes glaring daggers at whomever looked. both scruff and tail were spiked – she clearly wasn't the friendliest of cats.
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Things had gotten boring around here recently. Stale. If it weren’t for his brother keeping him in this daycare of a ‘syndicate’ then Thane likely would have left by now. Whatever, maybe the others just needed a little poking to get moving. He was a guard, sure, but hunting still needed to get done regardless. The tom stood, shaking out his golden brown pelt with a yawn. “I’m going hunting if anyone wants to stretch their legs. Come - or don’t.”Lay in the dirt and wither for all I care. That seemed to be what most of these cats were aiming for.
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siren; ; she/her | thirteen moons.
--her legs had begun to itch; she needed to head out. to sink her fangs into something. the sound of a "fellow syndicate member" caught her attention, and siren glanced at the tom. another spoke up. neither of whom she recognised, though she padded towards the two, hips swaying as she stalked. "i'll join - i feel so goddamn numb." she hummed, kneading the earth beneath her paws.
claws outstretched, her toes impatiently tapped against the ground as her tail swayed. her eyes were lidded, though her ears were tilted back expectantly, paws only slightly inched towards the entrance. "-unless we're just going to stand here all day." siren snarked.
Jackson
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Laying down on his side the in camp the tom heard the voices and pawsteps of his groupmates. He hadn't really had a chance to talk to anyone and wasn't sure how to approach anyone. Some of them were kind of scary to him, but no as scary as clan cats. After his brother was killed by one he didn't go near him. He wasn't too afraid of them. If he saw one he'd tear their throats out like they had done Rabbit. Jackson placed his head down on his paws and just relaxed where he was.
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Somehow, in the strangest turn of events, Westley found himself apart of some strange rogue group. He didn’t know how or why he decided to run with this pack of ruffians, but it was certainly more preferable than being apart of a clan or becoming some kind of housepet. Honestly, he did not even really know why he’d come back to this area again, having not been around cats of this nature for literal years. Hell, Westley was over one hundred moons old now, and surely no strapping young fella anymore, but he was no sack of dust either, for that matter. It was still a surprise he had made it this far though, admittedly, but he wouldn't dare complain about such unnecessary things. This was a place that he could thrive in if Westley chose to put forth the effort.
Ears perking up, the brown striped tomcat turned his emerald-hued eyes towards another member of the group, someone he wasn't familiar with, calling together a few cats to hunt and stretch their legs. Well, that sounded like a fantastic idea. His paws were starting to feel numb from the cold and perhaps some exercise would do good to fix that issue. Westley hauled his scruffy ass on over to where the golden-brown tomcat was standing. "Count me in."
--her legs had begun to itch; she needed to head out. to sink her fangs into something. the sound of a "fellow syndicate member" caught her attention, and siren glanced at the tom. another spoke up. neither of whom she recognised, though she padded towards the two, hips swaying as she stalked. "i'll join - i feel so goddamn numb." she hummed, kneading the earth beneath her paws.
claws outstretched, her toes impatiently tapped against the ground as her tail swayed. her eyes were lidded, though her ears were tilted back expectantly, paws only slightly inched towards the entrance. "-unless we're just going to stand here all day." siren snarked.
Well, well, it seemed Thane had succeeded in collecting a small hunting party. Even if some of them were a little… eccentric, to put it kindly. His brows raised slightly at Siren’s brash words - he wasn’t looking to pick a fight today. “…right, let’s head out then.” He jerked his head to towards the tunnel entrance as he spoke.
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the old persian of 65 moons growled in annoyance...
First Deer in the Streets, Wolves in the Woods, Now In a Stupid Hole in the ground!!! Sarge stamped a paw angrily and yowled loudly "Where on Earth did the WipperSnapper Go? that that... oh drat whats his Name again?! Willy the Walrus?!! Why in Tye Dye Sprinkled Trashcans do why do nothing more then sit on our Buttkins?!" he was quite agitated at this point.
"Hey! is Anyone Here een got a brain in their Noggen? or do ya'll have a hive in your thinkers!!!!"
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(just relized i need to play more cranky elders)
Great. A cowboy. She wrinkled her nose at the choice of words. Sangria let out a low, sardonic chuckle and lashed her tail. So... a traitor, then? She wondered how this tomcat came around to knowing their plans.[b]"whatever do you mean?"[.b] She asked innocently, sincere confusion crossing her face. Better to be safe than sorry. Once William showed up, he could decide whether or not to tell this stranger what their plans were. "We're just a family traveling around. We mean no one any harm. Who could have possibly told you that?" A subtle way to find out who the hell thought it was wise to snitch.
"dont remember the name." mews silver. "but i remember dat 'e was a tortiseshell, said 'e decided to stay as far from ya'll as possible"
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Dirk, he/him outsider, he enjoys running, and does almost nothing else. his pesonality is basically kakashi from naruto. he is a mottled black, orange, and brown in small dots, and has a leaf sized scar on his shoulder from upwalker pups chasing him off a cliff.
Bambi
tall lanky she cat who has gray fur with cloud shaped white spots, brown eyes.
Bambi looked around clearly this was the right place no? The right place for a nap? Heh. Yes. Her brown eyes blinked tiredly as she plopped herself down on the grassy earth. She was tired after bickering with her brother. Why did he want to defend the clans? Hell only he knew. Bambi could care less for those awful fur brains.
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