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Tinker sniffed the fresh scent wafting up from the open wound and her mouth watered. She bit off a chunk and rolled it over in her mouth.
"It's so warm," she mewed around her mouthful. "And it's crunchy!" She swallowed. "You're right! It's so tasty! You've got all kinds of experience. I can't wait to know all of the things you know about!" She took another bite then pushed the remaining bit to Torro. ( @Toodle ) |
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He finished the mouse happily, his heart so full he thought he couldn't possibly get any happier.
But, as he swallowed, he heard voices echo over the grass. He looked toward the voices and spotted a small group of housefolks walking straight towards them. They were slightly hunched into one another and each carrying various items. He hissed urgently to Tinker, "Come on, we need to get out of here." @Ravensong |
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The clumsy noises of the housefolk caught her attention just before Torro warned her. "I wonder what they're doing here." She could see Torro wanted to leave but curiosity pulled her towards the strange new housefolks and she padded straight towards them.
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Torro's heart dropped. She was walking towards the housefolk?! He ran after her and whipped his body in from of her to cut off her path. He stared her in the eyes. "We have to go. Not all housefolk are as nice as yours. They may try to take you or...or hurt you."
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Tinker rolled her eyes with a good-natured smile. "You worry too much. I've never met one that didn't like me." Then, as an afterthought, she added, "Besides, they're slow anyway so I can get away." She peeked around Torro's body at the group of housefolk. "And they seem upset, not mean. I can go cheer them up!"
She pounced quickly around Torro and quickened her pace towards the group. She reached out with her senses to get a feel for what these housefolk were like. They smelled of salt and grief, definitely worse at grooming than her own housefolk. She was concentrating so hard on the group that she didn't hear the monster, nor Torro's warnings, heading towards her until it was nearly on top of her. She jumped straight up, the fur standing straight up from her skin. ( @Toodle ) |
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Everything unfolded faster than Torro could react. As he turned to watch Tinker's feathered tail bob away after passing him his ears rattled at the sound of a monster louder than it should've been. The drone of monsters was not uncommon here but never so close. His eyes widened and locked on the source of the growling. It was slow and lumbering but its path was perfectly intercepting with Tinker's. A wave of nausea swept over him. He called out instinctually to warn Tinker but she didn't hear him.
The monster was nearly on top of her when he saw her head turn and her body launched upwards. He could smell her fear scent radiating and something ignited inside him. Without thinking he shot forward, flashing past Tinker then he skidded to a halt, doubled back, and nearly barreled into her as he tried to push her into a run out of the way. @Ravensong |
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The black streak that sped past Tinker pulled her out of the shock she'd fallen into at the sight of the monster. When it turned, it was Torro's wide yellow eyes staring into her; the fear sparkling in them was nearly overlaid by a deep determination. As he ran back towards her Tinker started to turn away. His heavy body pushed against her side and her momentum was jump started.
The two cats streaked across the open grass. Tinker didn't dare to look around for shelter, much less to check behind them to see if the monster was pursuing. A deep exhilaration was set afire in her chest, mingling with the burning of adrenaline. They raced over a hill and finally a tree loomed up ahead of them. Tinker saw Torro fall back just slightly and she bounded up the tree's trunk in a few swift bounds to reach the lowest branch. She turned to check on Torro. ( @Toodle ) |
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The growl of the monster no longer filled the air, but Torro couldn't hear anything above the roaring of blood rushing through his ears. The light brushes of Tinker's pelt on his as they sprinted side by side brought him some comfort.
When the tree came into view he looked at Tinker to make sure she saw it too. Then he slowed just enough as they approached the tree to let her bound up first. He was quick on her tail and just caught the flash of her blue eyes as she watched him pull himself onto the branch beside her. He looked down. The monster was still lumbering its way lazily down the grass, seemingly uninterested in pursuing them. He struggled with regaining control of his breath as the adrenaline slowly eased out of his body. His lungs and legs were on fire from the sudden exertion. He pulled his gaze away from the now-distant monster and stared at Tinker perched beside him. @Ravensong |
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Tinker could feel Torro's eyes boring into her. When she glanced over, his eyes were wide and his tongue was out as he panted. She was sure she looked similar. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes wide, and her ears erect atop her head.
Slowly she started to laugh through her panting. "That...was amazing!" ( @Toodle ) |
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Amazing?!
"You...that was fun to you..." He didn't need to ask the question, the exileration was slowly becoming more apparent in her eyes. He was dumbfounded and speechless, still trying to ease his own hammering heart. @Ravensong |
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The laughter racking her body was beginning to make her unsteady on the flimsy branch they were perched on. She bounced, her claws still buried in the branch so the whole branch swayed beneath the two cats. She resituated herself with a twist to face Torro more directly.
"Of course! Wasn't it? That was more fun than I've had in my entire life! The way it came out of nowhere..." She paused, catching Torro's eyes with her own, "And you! That was so cool! The way you ran directly at the monster! And your turn...you turned so fast it looked like you were pulled back!" She sucked in a deep breath then continued in a sigh, "This was the best idea, Torro." She sunk down into the branch, contendly gazing out over the expanse of green grass and grey stones. ( @Toodle ) |
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Seeing her so happy, Torro began to realize that his anxiety was slowly dissipating. His breathing slowed and a stillness took over his insides. His world shrunk down to their little branch. This little she-cat is absolutely insane. But in so short a time, he found he already couldn't imagine being without her. If he could make her feel as happy as she looked, maybe he could do anything.
"I think I should take you home before you get one of us killed." He threw an easy smile over his shoulder as he stretched his way towards the ground before sliding his hind end off the branch and landing in the grass below. He turned and looked up at her, hoping his emotions weren't as noticeable on his face as they were stirring inside him. @Ravensong |
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At his words, Tinker's face fell. Was he mad at her for what happened?
But then she caught the smile he flashed back at her and she purred beneath her giggle before following him down the tree. ( @Toodle ) |
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Open-ish, looking mainly for cats who might be grieving or something.
Skulltooth ________ No one knew how long this cat had been here, he seemed to have always been there, part of the scenery, just as ancient as some of the smooth, weathered stones that grew from the earth in long, solemn rows. Skulltooth, he was named, for that had been the name he had given himself however many moons ago he appeared here. He had had other names too, first he was Squeak, then Grubby, then Jinx, names described you, once your name didn't fit, it was gone, simple as that. Skulltooth had nicknames too, Grave Cat, Skeleton, The Cold One... his most famous nickname of all though, was The Graveside Ghost. The nickname had been bestowed upon him moons ago, for the black tom was often seen by fresh graves where new stones were placed. Watching. Listening. Silent. Deathly Still. He didn't mind affection from grieving Long-Limbs, who, in their state of utter sorrow, would cry into his fur, calling for the loved one being lowered into their forever bed. He didn't mind. Skulltooth saw things too, good things, bad things, heroic things, and things too vile to speak of. Once he saw the body of a friend lowered into a grave alongside a Long-Limb, killed so that she could be with her owner forever in death, despite her wishes. He also saw a cat, so broken with grief over the death of his Long-Limb, that he threw himself in the grave alongside them. Two opposite sides of the spectrum, each equally as tragic. Skulltooth had been here a long time, ask him how long and he won't utter a word, that was his way, and it always would be. A cold, end of Hot Season wind blew through The Ghost's fur, ruffling it slightly, he raised his head, his frosty-blue eyes narrowed against the breeze. Skulltooth stood up, his tail snapping from side to side. Food. A small mouse was eating by one of the older Flatstones, it was upwind from Skulltooth. Good. The black tom moved with trained precision, killing the mouse with a single bite to its feeble throat. Stood no chance. The Ghost gulped down the meal, savoring it with licks over his cracked lips. Need water. He plodded to a small creek that ran past the Graveyard and drank deeply before returning to lines of gray stone and curling up behind his favorite one, it had the stone craving of a cat, rather similar in appearance to him. Life wasn't necessarily perfect in the Graveyard, it was hard and lonesome, but it was routine and orderly, and Skulltooth got to do what he liked, that was what mattered. "It matters much. Yes." He grumbled aloud in his scratchy voice. Skulltooth didn't talk much to other cats, and that suited him just fine, it was great even, as he himself was a cat of few words. Yes, life wasn't perfect, but it was good. |
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Skulltooth ________ The black tom had been sleeping beside his favorite Flatstone when his ears perked up. Cat. He blinked open his icy blue eyes, yawning, and stood up. A visiter, he hadn't had one in a hot minute. The Ghost padded to the other side of the stone, his fur prickling against the slight chill in the air, "Come," He rumbled, his tail snapping in the breeze, waiting patiently for the other cat to approach. |
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| @Willowfern | Blueberrypaw certainly hadn't meant to stray so far from camp; what sort of trouble would he be when he returned? What would Shadowheart think? He supposed there was a chance nobody would notice; he could always lie and say he got lost. But he couldn't turn back: he was here for a reason. He didn't know much of his parents, only that they had been loyal to Thunderclan and good warriors. He could only remember the fond chuckle of his father, his deep booming voice but not his words, and his mother's undying love and warmth. He sometimes still believed he felt that love, and sometimes his own laugh reminded him of his father's. Perhaps he had been imagining those things, though. He prayed to Starclan sometimes, hoping they'll answer him. They didn't. As he wandered through the oddly shaped stones, he was entirely lost in thought. Why had he come here? To grieve? His parents weren't even buried near here. Though, they hadn't died far. A monster had torn them both now only a short walk further into the twoleg place; Blueberrpaw had never got his answers as to what they had been doing here, especially with leaving such a small kit at the nursery to be watched by another queen. He was a little resentful about it all, truthfully. His silvery form paced nervously, before being stopped altogether by another...cat? Only, he didn't appear as a cat in the way Blueberrypaw did, he seemed almost ghostly. A phantom of some sorts. Blueberrypaw was almost afraid, but something drew him to the spirit and he stepped forward, unnerved but curious by the command to 'come'. "I-" He began, pausing to collect this confidence, "Are you a spirit?" |
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Skulltooth ________ The black tom stepped forward, "I am no spirit," The tom said, a slight humorous lilt in his voice, "Merely the mist." He ran his eyes over the smaller cat's form before saying more, "Why are you here?" He knew why this cat was here, grief pulled all kinds of cats to the Graveyard, though Skulltooth didn't know this exact cat's grief, he knew that this cat had suffered once, maybe in the past, maybe recently, grief had pulled them to him, and he was ready to help. It was funny that he was mistaken for a spirit, he guessed that was another reason he had earned the nickname The Graveside Ghost. Skulltooth was here. The Graveside Ghost was ready to help. |
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| @Willowfern | Blueberrypaw would be lying if he said he understood what that meant - the mist? Oh well, he supposed it didn't matter all too much. Before he could think about it too much, the cat was asking him a question. He had to pause to consider his answer, green eyes clouding over in thought. "Well, I don't really know...I started walking and then I kept walking and now I'm here," He explained, glancing around, "Where ever this is." He added, a shiver running up his spine at the cold. It was chillier here, but perhaps that had to do with the rather solemn atmosphere. He listened as somewhere in the distance the familiar roar of a monster called out, and the young tom sighed. "My parents died not far from here, though their bodies are buried back at my clan, so I still don't really know why I'm here, maybe I'm looking for some answers?" He wasn't really asking the other tom, after all, how would he know? He was speaking out loud, his thoughts all jumbled and all over the place. His apprenticeship was going pretty good; Shadowheart was a kind, patient she-cat, he would be totally lying if he said he could've asked for a better mentor! But still, he was struggling a bit. He had a reputation to live up to that he himself did not even fully know; other cats constantly reminding him he was the image of his mother, but had his father's deep green eyes. It was hard. How do you make cats who aren't even here, proud? His attention suddenly snapped back to the tom, clearly a little embarrassed to have been caught so in thought and so vulnerable, "What are you doing here?" |
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single post, please do not respond <3
>Goosefury + Tumblepaw< So. Maybe Goosefury was regretting following this kid out just a little bit. It wasn't like he'd been able to convince him to stay in camp anyway, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let an apprentice wander off on their own, so he may as well follow, right? Except Tumblepaw was making it unnecessarily, excruciatingly difficult for everyone involved. Which included Goosefury. And now they were in some unrecognizable new plane of existence. |
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A pair of twolegs trekked into the valley. They were holding a bouquet of flowers and a cat. He had dark grey fur with black stripes. His eyes were strikingly orange, but his collar was a dark blue with a silver tag that said 'Dewie'. He had came here with the twolegs since they didn't want to leave him home alone.
They finally stopped at a large rock that was inscribed with odd words. Beside it was a smaller rock with a black collar that said 'Polar'. This was the grave of Dewie's mother. She had been buried by the man that originally got her, the she-twoleg's father. Polar had adopted him after his father just left him at the house one day. Since Polar had recently lost her litter of kits at that time, she was extremely joyous to take baby Dewie in. She had died from brain damage after a hard twoleg ball hit her on the head a moon ago. Dewie remembered first crying when she wouldn't move or get up. He had pleaded with her, but she was dead for real. Now here he was, standing there, looking like he had just lost her and it was the day she died. That was still a moon ago, but it still felt so recent. Maybe his grieving had made it feel that way. It should be. He wanted to grieve for his mother, to let her know he would never miss her and she would always be loved by her son. Even if they weren't related by blood, he would always call her his mother. |
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Between the reaching stones paces a cat, medium of size and thin of form, short brown fur. They were alone but this wasn't usual for them. These stones left by the towering no-furs served a solace to them that they could not find at home ordinarily. But the foggy grief that clouded the quaint location wouldn't keep all onlookers away. Occasionally, the young cat would find conversation with others. |
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Featherpaw
Pure and innocent curiosity had been what led to Featherpaw's longest departure away from the Clans. After a pawful of days spent in the camp and completing her duties, she once again felt drawn to the unknown territory that lay beyond any Clans borders. And in typical Feather fashion she had left at night so that the stretch of Silverpelt would be with her during her travels. A comforting thought to look up and know that StarClan was with her even as her paws crossed out of ShadowClan territory. The sun was just now coming up as she neared a rather peculiar sight; several stones that reached like claws up towards the dawning sky. They were smooth looking and had weird marks etched into them. Some of them differed in size, and some were exact replicas of each other. Off in the distance she could spot a twoleg, but they were far enough away to where Featherpaw didn't feel concerned by it. Instead, the young she-cat weaved in between the odd looking slabs of rock, gaze wide as she took it all in. Rounding the corner of one, she saw the flash of fur too late as she realized her path had put her on a collision course with yet another. The scent was unfamiliar to her, definitely not belonging to any Clan, so Featherpaw attempted to back track as her paws dug into the ground to try and stop her from running full on into the stranger. "Ah, pardon me!" she breathed as she worked to gather her bearings, a little flustered. "I did not mean to run into you. Are you alright?" Nose twitching, nothing lingered in the air that pointed towards distress or sorrow, so for now Featherpaw was going to bank on the fact that whoever she had run into was alright (but she knew she would only feel better after they voiced it to her). [ @implimm :heartbounce: ] |
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Wisterapaw The apprentice had been out of wind lab for around 5 moons? She had stopped counting after she had lost Butterflydust. She wasn’t dead or anything but Wisteria had listed her scent. The tall shecat padded up through the gates and around being stopped by the shadows that covered the sky. She was used to the storms and darkness now. Her fur was still warming up to the new temperature changes. Who knew new-leaf could carry a slight winter chill with it. //Closed,For making this as my first post back// |
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Sitting on a stone, Brackenfire pondered why the Aura here was so... Bleak.
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” That’s a gravestone.” Sage mewed padding over. Sage had been in the Reaching stones valley, observing the twolegs, but she noticed she saw a cat she never seen before, his fur was matted and he didn’t smell like any other cats. Sage twitched her whiskers. “Who are you? I never seen you before.” |
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Sage wondered why so many cats that smelt like pines or forests came here and she was determined to know where they were from. |
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Sage lay down on the big stone wall with intwined ivys, glancing around. She spotted a brown cat. |
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GB watched as the two-legs crowded around one of the stones, murmuring softly. The kitten backed deeper into the gap was packed into, his black and white fur rising despite the fact there was no apparent danger. GB felt himself hit something. The kitten squeaked softly, turning to look behind him. He gazed up the figure with bright, green eyes. |
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fire walked along the cracks stony and hurtful he saw a cat, confused he watch the cat froma distance
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The black and white kitten closed his eyes, shivering. GB drifted into an uneasy sleep, unaware of the cat nearby. He continued to shiver. @Breezestarfire
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firescar walked closer to the kitten sniffing it he looked around, he layed next to the kitten to keep him warm
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GB stopped shivering, opening his eyes to see the strange cat next to him. The warmth, though.. he decided to not say anything. @Breezestarfire
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firescar flicked his ears as he saw a rabbit, he got up and stalked quietly and hunted it down, he returned to the kit dropping the prey in front of the kitten
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- Rogan - He/Him Rogan stepped into the area, looking for a nice flat stone. The place was close enough to his home for him to be able to visit comfortably whenever he was let outside. The twolegs that came here liked him and they liked to pet him, that was always nice. It seemed to help them with their grief. [ Open ] |
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- Rogan - He/Him Rogan woke up with a "mmrp?". "Oh, hello, I'm Rogan," he cheerfully greeted. The stones, while a good spot for many things, were usually vacant due to the frequent twoleg visits, as Rogan had noticed. However, he wouldn't decline an opportunity to socialize. The red tabby asked curiously: "I don't usually see many cats around here, what are you doing here?" He stood up and stretched before sitting back down, not yet wanting to leave the warm spot. [ @Fenixwolf ] |
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Luna sat down near Rogan, it was fun getting to know someone, especially for a cat that barely knew anyone she didn't really expect to be talking here, but she could never be able to ignore a cat she's able to talk to |
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- Rogan - He/Him So just a passerby then? Would explain why I've never seen them before, Rogan pondered. "Oh, I'm a big fan of the stones here," he said, gently tapping the one he was sitting on with his paw, "They get really warm during the day. And the twolegs here are nice, they pet me sometimes. I live close to this place, so I often come here. What about you? Do you live far away? I haven't seen you before and I'm pretty sure I know most cats in this area." The red tabby, being a homebody, didn't often meet new cats, so this was an exciting experience. [ @Fenixwolf ] |
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The black she-cat sighed, then smiled "you're the first cat i met after moving here, i have to let go most of my friends from my old place" |
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- Rogan - He/Him They're new here! That's so exciting! The tabby kneaded with his paws, tail tip flickering in excitement. "That explains it then. And I'm sure your twoleg will start paying attention to you again after a little bit. Meanwhile, you can hang out here if you want to, the twolegs here like us. Welcome to the area," Rogan mewed with a smile. The idea of having to lose friends because of his twoleg's whims was scary. The fact that the other was out and about instead of grieving such a loss was n admirable feat for Rogan. "I'm happy to be the first cat you met. I'm sure we can become friends!" he said, suggesting the possibility of them becoming friends. Hopefully, Luna would accept. [ @Fenixwolf ] |
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