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Word had gotten around that a cat was willing to share a big feast with every cat and clan. All they had to do was meet her in the loner woods. The trail soft grass turned tall and soon the path disappeared, but the scent of prey guided everyone's noses to the feast. Line across the grass were mice, fish, voles, snake, and birds of all shapes and sizes. A few cats were already sitting on the grass munching on a few pieces of prey.
Logan, a kittypet from not too far away had heard about this and wanted to meet some clan cats. He was sitting next to a mouse he had been chewing on. Windypaw was also in attendance, he was digging into a fish, stuck his tongue out in disgust and then continued chewing big morsels with the same grossed out reaction, but apparently it must have a good after taste to keep eating it. And of course Glowstar couldn't resist randomly attending feasts out in the middle of nowhere and was currently waiting for more guests to arrive.
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POSTEDNov 22, 2018 17:03:38 GMT -5 TO Misc. Roleplay
Peachstar padded up to the group, dipping his head in a curt greeting. Following behind him cautiously was Cherrykit, one of SpringClan's most recent additions to the Clan. The leader had recently lost a bet with her that she could hold her breath for over sixty seconds, meaning he owed her a heavily supervised trip outside camp. How was he supposed to know Cherrykit was some kind of freak of nature?
"...Are we sure it's not poisoned, Peachstar?" Cherrykit asked, frowning as she sniffed a nearby vole.
"No," Peachstar huffed, "but you never know if the prey in our fresh-kill pile isn't poisoned, either. Now go make a friend, I need to do some...leader things," he said, shooing her over towards the others. Yeah, leader things - as in, eat the hell out of this rabbit in relative peace.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Nov 22, 2018 17:37:16 GMT -5
Wraith slinked in, the shady haze of a summerclan warrior looking for those he might know. Truth be told he didnt really know anyone from his clan either so that would be a hard thing to do. He made his way around the edge of the gathering, sniffing about.
Logan noticed Wraith and approached him, "Hey, I'm Strider."
Strider was his kittypet name, but it was one he preferred. Strider was a blond cat that was dyed by his housefolk in various colors giving him a cosmic oil spill look. The pigment was lasting longer than his housefolk expected. After all Strider was a blond cat turned black with various purples and blues spilling across his fur like the milkywave.
"Pretty boy? I mean, Peach. I mean," He snorted, "Ew SpringClan. Are you trying to plant flowers here too?" Thane had come, he truthfully was looking for the cat who orchestrated this and was looking forward to getting his claws bloody for some necessary training when he spotted Peachstar. Of course he would be the one to start this, "So SpringClan did all this?" He asked more evenly.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Nov 22, 2018 18:26:10 GMT -5
"Wraith," replied the tom, his voice a sighing whisper. He didnt care much or let his gaze linger over the other cats colour, instead looking over the food, "Was this you?"
"No, but I bet it was a kittypet. I was the first one here and I saw a cat with a collar walk away, said she wanted to spread the word some more," He shrugged before looking at Cherrykit, "The prey is safe. I ate a mouse about twenty minutes ago and I'm-"
It was almost cartoonish how in the moment he was speaking his eyes widened and glazed before he hit the floor. Stiff. A gurgling sound came from his throat and for a few wild moments he twitched there. As suddenly as he fell he stood back up, "nah, I'm kidding it's safe, go have fun, little kit."
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POSTEDNov 23, 2018 13:33:38 GMT -5 TO Misc. Roleplay
She had received a direct invitation that informed her of the meeting, which was the only reason that she made an appearance. There were many better things on Kerrigan's mind at this point to leave her group unattended, but Cynder had told her she had been working too hard the last few days and she ought to take a break. She supposed her friend was right; things had been a little crazy for her as of late. So, thus, she let herself be convinced to go. She did not come alone this time, though. Brenna was not three tail lengths behind her. There were too many cats who would take a chance at the Tsar's life at this particular moment in time that going alone into what very well could be an ambush was not something she planned on doing.
Brenna walked in silence behind the Tsar. The large panther-like creature had no intention to flank her the entire time, nor did he have orders to. He would keep an eye on her, though, like any good soldier would.
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POSTEDDec 3, 2018 17:14:36 GMT -5 TO Misc. Roleplay
Logan noticed Wraith and approached him, "Hey, I'm Strider."
Strider was his kittypet name, but it was one he preferred. Strider was a blond cat that was dyed by his housefolk in various colors giving him a cosmic oil spill look. The pigment was lasting longer than his housefolk expected. After all Strider was a blond cat turned black with various purples and blues spilling across his fur like the milkywave.
"Pretty boy? I mean, Peach. I mean," He snorted, "Ew SpringClan. Are you trying to plant flowers here too?" Thane had come, he truthfully was looking for the cat who orchestrated this and was looking forward to getting his claws bloody for some necessary training when he spotted Peachstar. Of course he would be the one to start this, "So SpringClan did all this?" He asked more evenly.
Peachstar blinked, glancing around at the feast before shrugging. "Did we...? Um, I don't think it was us this time. I'll gladly take credit for it, though." He flopped down unceremoniously onto the ground and sighed. "Why so tense, Thane? Know something I don't?"
