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Post by Shortee on Jan 8, 2018 10:26:10 GMT -5
(Skip is fine by me, also who is Valeria talking to RosePetal? Echo is the only black cat I believe in this rp, but still.)
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Post by RosePetal on Jan 8, 2018 11:07:43 GMT -5
(Valeria is talking to Echo, the only black cat).
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Post by Shortee on Jan 8, 2018 11:12:38 GMT -5
(ok that's what I thought, but I wasn't sure. Thanks.)
Echo
Echo looked at the cat she recalled being Valeria. She shook her head, "Sorry, I don't take handouts." She flicked her tail and went into her den, curling up in the center of the tree. She would see Casava soon enough.
Zzzzz
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Post by RosePetal on Jan 8, 2018 11:16:13 GMT -5
Valeria was disappointed because she was rejected. She noticed it was getting dark so she went back to her oak tree. Valeria took the harvest mouse from her pile, ate it, then curled up the go to sleep. ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ
(have I done too many z’s? 😅)
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Post by RosePetal on Jan 8, 2018 11:16:53 GMT -5
(Time skip pls)
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Post by NordMyte on Jan 8, 2018 13:24:45 GMT -5
"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding." ―Ezio Auditore da Firenze on his role as "the Prophet", 1512.
Cloudy walked to the edge of the cliff. He could watch the sunset as the sun was setting in front of him. "Goodbye, dear sun. I hope you'll come tomorrow." he muttered before turning and èadding back to his den. He quickly ate the mouse he had caught earlier and wondered what would tomorrow bring. Eventually, the world turned very, very dark and Cloudy drifted to sleep. Zzzzz (same for Windstorm, she just lied down by the Delta in the bushes nearby)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 18:30:42 GMT -5
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 8, 2018 18:42:33 GMT -5
(Also thx for using my bad ‘Zzz’ idea XD)
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Post by Mistyreed on Jan 9, 2018 3:15:03 GMT -5
"Oh well... now that Aluri has left I will decorate this diamond on the tree stump to show that this is where I live now!" Kemmy said, grabbing it and placing it on the stup with crystals. "Hmm, need some valerian, Marigold, Catnip and fireflys!" After a whiel he got some and placed them in a decorative way. "All done! Time to get some sleep..." Zzz... (hey! Shortee , when I meet you can we be crushes, since I do like your cat!)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 6:42:29 GMT -5
(XD that’d break Aluri’s heart. She b crushing on Kemmy HARRRRD Mistyreed, HARRRRD I SAY! but a love triangle would be entertaining hehehe... *evil finger taping*)
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Post by Shortee on Jan 9, 2018 7:21:45 GMT -5
(Haha yeah, we can do a crush triangle. However, I feel like it would be a small one if she had one on Kemmy, because she only wants the best of the best. Maybe he could be the cat to tone her down a bit xD)
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Post by Citrine on Jan 9, 2018 15:56:21 GMT -5
Guess I'll skip in that case))
It was drizzling slightly when Smoke pocked his head out of his den, watching the rainclouds move over the sky above like a large gray wall. It was impossible to tell exactly what time it was already, but he guessed that it wasn't too late in the day yet. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw a mouse searching for food in the wet grass.
Smoke moved forward, falling into a crouch naturally as he stalked up to it slowly, making sure to keep his steps light. Then, suddenly, he flashed forward, throwing the mouse up into the air before killing it. At least his lunch for the day had already been found. And, perhaps, he'd be in luck again and find some more of that plant he had found the day before. It was lavender, if he didn't remember it wrong.
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Mimi didn't feel like leaving her den all too much, as she was very much aware of the rain. She loved the beach and ocean, but rain? No, that wasn't on her list of favorite things. Still, she did know that she had to hunt something.
While she usually ate fish, this time her paws carried her away from the ocean and up into the parts where she could see more trees. She hadn't had a squirrel for a while, after all, and perhaps they wouldn't annoy her as much as last time. She had only been able to stare and curse the last time she had tried getting a squirrel, only for it to climb up a tree and throw a nut at her. ...it hadn't been the greastest of times.
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Post by NordMyte on Jan 9, 2018 16:02:53 GMT -5
"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding." ―Ezio Auditore da Firenze on his role as "the Prophet", 1512. Is it the next day or two days later?)
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Post by TheMysticHeart on Jan 9, 2018 17:12:12 GMT -5
Casava: Casava awoke trembling. “Great. Just great fan-flipping-tastic. It’s raining. It’s fliping raining.” Toxic memories flooded into casava’s mind of her old life like the rain floods a leaf into a puddle. her sister was so young her little sister... “SHE WAS ONLY FIVE MOONS OLD!!......” Casava shouted at herself, not loud enough for anyone else outside the tree trunk to hear. ~“ShE wAS onLy FiVE MooNs OLd”~ She said again as more of a wimper. And her father OH her father. He was the only one who cared for her. Him and casava’s sister were the only ones who had ever cared for her. And now their dead. “Curse you you stupid rain” Casava said, tears welling in her eyes. “curse you fror taking Sira and Ollie away from me” she murmured, bauling with tears silently. “Curse you- Curse you- I hate you- I hate you- I hate you-“ she said as tears soaked her face. Her father was a handsome tortiseshell Tom, her mother was a tickled brown, like her, but her mother had piercing yellow eyes whereas Casava had inherited her father’s deep blackish green eyes, but she had now idea how Sira had been born with jet black fur and deep violet eyes. She looked exactly like Echo, and if Casava hadn’t cried over her sister’s corpse and buried her in her grave, she honestly would have me thought that Echo WAS Sira. But no. Echo is just another cat. And the rain is just a damn murderer. But Casava always saw her sister in Echo, and this led to three facts that Casava knew; 1. Casava would never harm Echo in any way,’not even if someone offered to give her prey and groom her fur for the rest of her life. 2. Casava would most likely help Echo for any price, still a price, but a rabbit or two would probably be enough for Casava. 3. Casava would most likely be more open with echo, telling her things that sisters would tell each other, because to Casava, Echo WAS Sira. Even if she knows the’re not. Casava, taking a moment to calm down flattened her fur and stood up in her nest. She took a lark and ate it before nosing to the very edges of her moss nest and laped up the small amount of liquid that the moss absorbed in the rain. And lept up and out, waiting on a branch more or less sheltered, watching the rain fall. In a way similar to death, it was quite elegant and beautiful. Dancing and teasing, thretaning to flood and kill, but staying small and graseful as it does so. No, Casava was not afraid of the rain, not of the water itself. No. Casava was afraid of the memories the rain washed ashore, and In a small way, Casava was afraid of ghosts. (Just bein clear here, no. Sira is dead. She is not Echo, she is dead. Just making that clear. So yeah, emotional termoil, fun :3 oh yeah and uh yes, Casava does this every time it rains. Feel sad 4 her now. And one last thing, when I put on the flaws part that Casava is afraid of rain, I mean like, it makes her feel the fear she felt wnen her family died thus making her feel internally unstable in a conversation. Juuuust sayin. Ok I’ll leave) Shortee
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Post by Mistyreed on Jan 9, 2018 18:10:17 GMT -5
(Heh heh heh... idk who to choose now!)
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