Fisher's Point

[WinterMara]

Originally Posted by Christmassy Peril

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Her tortie pelt gleamed in the treetop. She was laying in her nest grooming herself. She heard a bird chirping in a higher branch and attempted to leap at it. She missed and landed on one of her front legs. She yowled in pain and sank to the ground.
// Open for someone to help her!

Blackie noticed, and was at first, unsure what to do, but she got out from her crates and reluctantly went to help the molly, deciding it would just be rude to just ignore her.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by MooingPanda

Mulberry yawned and returned to her corner. Although her crief over Cricket's death was still fresh, she felt less lonely as she slid off to sleep.
(Just continue rp in the morning? @Lionblaze2008

(Sure)

[MooingPanda]

Mulberry blinked sleep from her eyes. Watery sunlight was trickling through the gaps in the wood shelter, though none of it reached her corner. The tom, what was his name? Ah yes, Jaggedfang, was snoring softly near her.
@Lionblaze2008

[Fairytale]

Originally Posted by Lionblaze2008

Jaggedfang saw a limping cat, and then heard them hiss. It seemed they were in pain. As he got closer he saw it was a scarred up tom. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I promise I won't hurt you, I swear on all of Starclan." Mewed the black, former Windclan tom. "I'm Jaggedfang, but you can call me Jagged." (I thoguht that even though Silloutte is a strong, fierce fighter, he could befriend Jaggedfang, who I'm trying to make the healer of this place.)

(Maybe, Silhouette is a psycho murderer)

Silhouette was surprised by the tom’s sudden appearance, but didn’t show it. He hissed again and unsheathed his claws. ”Don’t talk to me,” he growled, his green eyes filling with anger and more of the hunger. He was a bit curious about what StarClan meant, but not enough to ask. @Lionblaze2008

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by Phoenix Fall

(Maybe, Silhouette is a psycho murderer)

Silhouette was surprised by the tom’s sudden appearance, but didn’t show it. He hissed again and unsheathed his claws. ”Don’t talk to me,” he growled, his green eyes filling with anger and more of the hunger. He was a bit curious about what StarClan meant, but not enough to ask. @Lionblaze2008

"Why?" Said Jaggedfang. "I wouldn't hurt you even if I could." Said Jaggedfang showing his missing leg.

[shaae_26]

Originally Posted by MooingPanda

Mulberry blinked sleep from her eyes. Watery sunlight was trickling through the gaps in the wood shelter, though none of it reached her corner. The tom, what was his name? Ah yes, Jaggedfang, was snoring softly near her.
@Lionblaze2008

Jaggedfang woke, and for a second, he wondered where he was. But when Mulberries scent reached his nose, he remembered. "Good Morning." He mewed with a yawn. "Does your paw feel well enoough to go for a hunt? If not I could, and you could guard our place." Jaggedfang offered.

[Exis]

Originally Posted by Christmas Bobby

'The hell-' Shark's head whipped around, "W-what?!" He mewed and stepped back. "Upwalkers." The tom mumbled, hating that gross word. Nothing's wrong with them, just their faces are ugly.

Fennel nodded, “huh, well let’s get rid of it.” He mewed turning into the den. He looked around, it was drafty. There were cabinets and other hidie holes. Perfect, they’d have to build some nests. Hopefully he’s find some feathers. “That is, if you want it off. We just need the bell off.” he mewed looking over his shoulder at Shark.

[gs29513]

Originally Posted by bmkmb

// @gs29513

And so Granite rolled his eyes in disdain. An earthworm, definitely. Pheasants and grouses were dumb, yeah, but this cat was way worse. He didn't even know if earthworms had brains, and if so, they wouldn't be nearly as large enough to make a difference in intellect. "An entire group of cats moves into some old fishplace for absolutely no reason. It's like a migration, but no one knows why they're moving in the first place." He snorted. "I don't believe in omens, prophecy, fate—all that's clan-cult junk." He jabbed his tail towards the molly. "So if you don't know what everyone else is doing here, why did you come?" Probably to act like a kit and prance around, the old cat thought distastefully. Or whatever the molly did in her free time

Nodding absently as the tom gave his theory on why everyone was showing up, Blossom thought he must be very smart. She was not into behavior analysis so much, content to go with the flow. Shaking her head with a decisive Me neither! at the mention of the clan cats, her fur prickled a bit. She had had a bad experience with them, and since had avoided their scent like greencough, not wanting to have to deal with them again. Cocking her head to the side at the question, she mewed Well, I'd eaten all the prey in what was my territory, and it seemed like cats were moving here, so it must be possible to find food if everyone was coming. She had only been around a bit though, so she didn't know if it was true. If it wasn't, she was likely to move right back out again.

[Reptilian Cabinets]

Originally Posted by Exis

Fennel nodded, “huh, well let’s get rid of it.” He mewed turning into the den. He looked around, it was drafty. There were cabinets and other hidie holes. Perfect, they’d have to build some nests. Hopefully he’s find some feathers. “That is, if you want it off. We just need the bell off.” he mewed looking over his shoulder at Shark.

"J-just the bell, please." He replied awkwardly padding into the creepy den. "Woah, w-who knew u-upwalker dens-s were so-o cr-reepy." Shark stuttered and looked all around, feeling a bit more at ease being under some sort of weird roof. He saw a small cabinet with a little wooden hatch still attached. He padded up to it jumped, scrabbling on to the wood. Surprisingly there were no splinters. "I-i cho-ose this o-one!" He shouted to Fennel

[S t a r]

( open! )

The kittypet seemed to have stumbled upon.. a popular hangout. He couldn't help but grin at all the cats around. Ooh, look at how many unsuspecting felines there were.. Ooh, what a jackpot! Bane strut into the place, making himself and home and sitting in the middle of a crowd, though nobody was talking to him. He didn't seem to care. He just wanted to be the center, seeing as he lived for attention.