*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

[lilmillefleur]

@PollyGirl21

 

[PollyGirl21]

@PollyGirl21

Yes?

 

[Amer]

Fire padded out, making it a good number of cats. "Drops.... This is for Heron to decide. We can't make his choice. I think that another cat could be good. We're running out of food and he knows his way around twolegplace." Glow stared at him, horrorified, "Are you suggesting we go there!?" Fire nodded, fear gnawing at his belly.

Drops glowered. "The Twolegplace? Are you on his side?" The patriotic tom stood up and gave his bravest glare.
"Well, I'm not against it," Grass interrupted. "If we can hunt in the Twolegplace, safely, I'm game."
"Where's your sense of loyalty?" Drops demanded.
Grass shrugged, twitching her shoulders. The rain was falling harder now.
Wind slunk towards the singles dens.

 

[BuffOrps32]

Drops glowered. "The Twolegplace? Are you on his side?" The patriotic tom stood up and gave his bravest glare.
"Well, I'm not against it," Grass interrupted. "If we can hunt in the Twolegplace, safely, I'm game."
"Where's your sense of loyalty?" Drops demanded.
Grass shrugged, twitching her shoulders. The rain was falling harder now.
Wind slunk towards the singles dens.

Lone padded over to Herons den and muttered, “Leaders den?” Bat trotted out and pressed to his side, “Wonderful! You’re here!”

Fire met Drops gaze and mewed evenly, “I must point out, if we are hunting it is loyal. As you can see we are starving here!”

 

[lilmillefleur]

Heron emerged from his den, having magically overheard the conversation.
"It's only disloyal to give up an opportunity to feed our Tribe," he mewed. "Twolegplace could be an important way for us to recover."

 

[Amer]

Lone padded over to Herons den and muttered, “Leaders den?” Bat trotted out and pressed to his side, “Wonderful! You’re here!”

Fire met Drops gaze and mewed evenly, “I must point out, if we are hunting it is loyal. As you can see we are starving here!”

Heron emerged from his den, having magically overheard the conversation.
"It's only disloyal to give up an opportunity to feed our Tribe," he mewed. "Twolegplace could be an important way for us to recover."

Addressing Fire, Drops whispered, "Yeah, I know that. Couldn't be more obvious. But I swear those two are conspiring!" He flicked his tail at Lone and Bat.

Wind nodded his head at his uncle, Heron. "I believe it is an opportunity that is potentially deadly. If it weren't for..." he paused to grit his teeth at the scene they had caused, "Lone here, I could be dog food. And I witnessed a she-cat almost die at the paws of a monster. Furthermore, she has not come back from this journey. Can a few mice really be worth the number of deaths that will be caused in the pursuit of them? And since we appear to appeal to this dour topic of death, may I bother you to take this somewhere drier? We'll all be dead in this rain."
Grass, who had previously appealed to Lone, let the formerly silent Wind's words settle in. For being so quiet and snappish, he certainly had a way with speech. She decided to move to the opinion that would prove to be less deadly, according to the young tom.
"What's all this commotion about?" Ice asked, finally enticed from the medicine den by the happenings outside. She shook the relentless water from her already water-darkened pelt and suppressed another cough. "Can't we at least have some peace in a storm?" She let the ironic statement sink in, surveying the crowd around.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"This is none of your business, Lone," Cotton spat. "Unless you want them to claw you to death. You have my sympathy, you don't have theirs."
Cotton curled her tail around her body. Licking a paw, she continued to speak.
"I feel sorry for you, you know," she told the backyard as the strange cats began to slink away. "I haven't seen a squirrel in my territory since two summers ago." She proceeded to lick her sides and worked her way down to her plump underbelly. "Good thing my housefolk feed me every day. That's why so many cats have been stopping by, the poor wretches are starving to death." She shot a glance at Lone. She knew he'd have been dead by now, if it wasn't for her.
Bird rolled her eyes at the cats on the porch, but then narrowed them, deep in thought. She crept out from behind the bush and marched right up to the kittypet so that she was standing at the base of the steep porch steps.
"You know where Cherry and Sand are, don't you."

"Oh, come on, Bird, we should go," Wind said, batting his striped tail and rolling his golden eyes back in the direction of the Thunderpath. He paused, trying to chose more words, to be more convincing.
"They weren't here. You probably just smelled some other cat."

"No, no." Bird paused. "I could smell them. Couldn't you?"
Cotton stepped down to the top porch step. Just a step closer to the cats below.
"Cherry and Sand? Never heard those names before. But I have seen many cats come through here, so what do I know."

Wind felt stress painfully clench his paws, and he dug a claw in the ground. He rubbed past Bird. "I just smell kittypets. Even if they were here, they wouldn't want us to find them, I think." Wind finally gave into Bird's insistence and took a taste of the air. Was that the smell of Sand, or was he just imagining it, trying to imagine what she smelled? "If it was them, it's stale," he concluded, finally.

Bird twitched her tail tip, thinking of how to reply with some glimmer of hopeful thought. She looked back up at Cotton, who had suddenly turned around. A little kitten, a carbon copy of Cotton, came prancing onto the porch.
"Leo, what have I told you! Go back inside!" Cotton exclaimed, a bit of anxiety in her voice. Bird could tell that Cotton was still wary of her.

(Also crap I forgot to make Cotton's ref.)
Name: Cotton
Gender: Female
Rank: Kittypet
Age: 28 moons
Mate/crush: unknown
Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Kits: Leo, and a few others
Personality: A bit sassy and snappy, but a good mother to her kits. Bold but still wary and rather unpredictable.
Physical Description: Blue pointed ragdoll; huge and fluffy white fur with gray points and blue eyes

"Bird! Come back!" Wind was slowly growing hysterical. His ears were turned back, his eyes narrowed, tail thrashing. "Please, leave this behind..." Twoleg scent. Everywhere. He hadn't realized until now that he was holding his breath. They could be killed! Shot dead like Cherry. Slaughtered by a dog. The barking, barking, barking pounded in his ears. And the monsters.

The barking began to ring in Bird's ears as well. She whipped around to see a whole bunch of them clawing and barking on the other side of a tall but weak fence, their eyes flashing through the slats of wood.
A dog's shoulder hit one of the posts, and it broke. A small opening, just big enough for the smallest of the dogs to slip through.
"Oh my gosh!" Cotton cried. She stood motionless on the porch, frozen in fear. A dog would be slipping through the fence at any moment. She didn't trust these cats, not around her babies, but she couldn't just watch them die in front of her. She had experienced that before, and didn't want to ever again.
"Everyone get inside unless you want to be ripped to shreds!" She exclaimed. "Leo! Run upstairs and stay there." Leo finally bolted back into the house.
She slipped quickly inside her cat door and sat beside it, safe with her housefolk. Her sides were heaving as she watched warily outside. The dog was struggling through the broken fence, trying to squeeze its massive body through. But the savage cats were not coming inside. They were running across the lawn, trying to find a way out of the fenced yard.
"What! Are you insane? Get in here!" Cotton shrieked. "My housefolk won't kill you."

"I'm not going in there," Wind gasped over his shoulder. The concept of being ripped apart didn't appeal to him, no, but go into a Twoleg den? Unthinkable! "Let's get out of here before the dogs get here," he whispered to Bird. His stomach turned as drool dripped from one's jowls, dropping onto the ground. They looked hungry. Wind shoved Bird's side and finally let instinct take over, bolting toward the road. And stopped. This was where his instinct didn't tell him what to do. Face the danger of the Thunderpath, in which he had feared all his life, never to cross, until today? Or do the brave thing and stay in the unfamiliar, where he had never weighed the danger of the dogs, and protect Bird. After this hesitation of a couple heartbeats, he realized what the logical thing to do was. Go across the road which is inevitable into the familiar. All of him told him to leave.
But to leave Bird? His conscience encroached on him, chewing on little bits of soul, telling him to stay. "Come on, Bird! Or I'll leave without you!" He could spare a few moments. If only to say that he tried. "Come back over!"

Lone darted out claws extended and pounced on the dog. He hissed and hung on as it bucked. He let go and rolled under its belly. He darted out and swatted his muzzle. The large dog lunged and he dodged again before scratching its eye and it ran away. “AND STAY PUT YOU MANGY RAT!!!”

Bird gasped as Lone chased off the dog in one swipe. She didn’t look back to thank him, only darted across the road to follow Wind.

Wind bolted across the Thunderpath. "Let's go home," he gasped, turning his ears back as a monster tore by.

Bird finally decided to agree with Wind.
"I guess so," she panted. Sniffing the air, a menagerie or foreign scents, dangerously delicious scents, filled her nose.
"I wonder how the twolegs get so much food," Bird sighed before slinking back to her territory.

Lone followed them and called "Wait! Were you looking for two cats, called Cherry and Sand? With kits? They came when Cotton wasn't around, I helped them eat."

Bird stopped when she heard Lone's voice.
"Do you know where they could be?" She asked him.
As she spoke, the skies darkened a sickening gray-green and a brutal wind began to pick up.
"We best get going home now. Thank you for your help," she huffed and continued on. "They probably left because they didn't want to be with us anyway."

Lone puffed and mewed, “Can I come? Are you a tribe cat? My name is Loner That Walks Through Darkest Night, I usd to hear stories about you!!”

"Yeah, I'm a tribe cat." Bird flicked her ears and twitched her tail tip. "I don't know what Heron would think of an extra mouth to feed. You won't make it any easier for us to feed ourselves. Come with us if you like, but don't expect to be invited into the tribe."

Lone puffed out, pride flickering through him. “I’m not just an extra mouth! I can feed myself and feed you also. I know how to hunt and I can find my way around here. I can hunt rats!”

"Our Tribe can hunt, mousebrain," Bird snapped, sounding a bit more agitated and snappy than her usual carefree self. "There's literally just nothing to eat. We shouldn't risk having you. But if you insist...let's go."

Wind shook his tail as he considered the new cat. He really didn't want any kittypet tagging along, but this cat did fight off one of the dogs, so he really couldn't say no. "They aren't going to like it," he admitted, "but I'm game." He was too shaken to argue. He still had a few choice words for the calico, though. "Don't ever do that again, Bird."

Lone cocked his head, “Food runs well near the outskirts of twolegplace, I’m surprised it’s not here. Perhaps the housefolk are scaring it away...”

"Doubtful," Wind replied, tilting his head to the side to look at Lone through the corner of his eye. It was an odd looking act. Not only did he look like two cats mashed together, but he didn't look as tough as he acted around the dog. In fact, Wind began to feel odd, for the tom he was talking to didn't seem very tomlike at all. He had very rounded edges, and a round head like a she-cat. It seemed like all the strength of a tom stuffed into a she-cat's body. Suddenly, he felt a bit silly to be intimidated by this cat.

Lone nodded but he felt a bit suspicious of the tom.

(Ummm uhhhh...) Wind decided to get his brain checked because he was hallucinating, but still decided Lone is gorly because I'm unfair.

Lone dipped his head, "I hope you're leader lets me join. My mother used to say they had cats of River, Wind, Fire, and Earth. She said they fought like Lions and hunted like shadows as silent as night. I renamed myself after you, then my mom died on the road and my siblings left me. All I had left we're stories but I can go on. I'd love to join the tribe."

Glow stepped into the clearing as rain started to fall, slowly. She hissed as the scent of an intruder flooded her nose. "Who's there? Bird?"

@puffypoo

"Hm. The tribes aren't quite like that. I have a feeling you'll be above us," Wind admitted. This cat walked among the clouds, though he didn't reach the stars. He was odd in the way he talked, and dreamy. "I have a feeling you'll be disappointed."

“I won’t be, I just want to be among those who care for more than themselves.” He dippehis head to Wind.

"Ha, good one," Wind says. "I'm sure you'll find we are selfish as any cat. We only talk to the stars when we need them for something. We just like the forest more than those horrible twolegs is all... Heron's the only one who'll be at your standards." Wind shivered suddenly, shaking invisible dirt from his pelt. Why was he so at ease with this strange tom? Because he was trying to make a weird situation normal, probably. He didn't know what to do about this cat. I couldn't turn the cat away, but I shouldn't be getting friendly either. This thought resurfaced, and Wind vowed to keep it in mind.

Lone flicked his ears and muttered, "Well... I still want to be here." He looked at Wind and then at Bird. He wondered if they were mates, they seemed somewhat close. Bird was pretty, her fur was nice. Any tom would be silly not to see that.

A dripping wet Drops emerged from nowhere. He barreled into Lone, knocking him down. Pinning the strange tom, he screamed in his face. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Wind took a step back. "Hey! Are you letting another rogue into are camp? Haven't we got our paws full with Bat already?" Drops interrogated.
Wind remained silent. Anything that happened to Lone was beyond his cynical cares. And he never replied to Drops fired questions. Sometimes he felt Drops was just trying to get a rise out of other cats.
"Bird? What have you to do with all of this?" He called at the she-cat who was some distance away. "For glittering star's sake, it's raining! There is no time for this right now!" He hesitated and actually listened to what he said. "Ok, it's always raining. But beyond the point!" He fumed.

Lone dipped his head and mewed, "Bat... OH! He is a wonderful cat! I met him, that mate of his.... Embers? I know her a bit... What's your name? You seem like you care for the Tribe."

Glow padded out and muttered, "Well, Drops.... He seems he might make a good cat but I don't trust it...."

"Yeah. I DO care," Drops said, ignoring Glow's comment.

Fire padded out, making it a good number of cats. "Drops.... This is for Heron to decide. We can't make his choice. I think that another cat could be good. We're running out of food and he knows his way around twolegplace." Glow stared at him, horrorified, "Are you suggesting we go there!?" Fire nodded, fear gnawing at his belly.

Squirrel was returning from the lake with a few fish in his jaws. When he saw Lone, the fish fell out of his mouth. “Holy Stars! Who is that!” He cried. Bird saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a slight crooked smile as he spoke.

Bird saw Lone staring at her colorful fur for an unsettling amount of time. She bristled slightly and flattened her ears at him, but settled quickly. She was more at ease now that she was surrounded by her Tribemates back home in camp.

Fire nodded to the apprentice, “I don’t know, are those fish for the queens? Night hasn’t eaten yet.” He muttered, thinking of his mom.

Lien saw her bristle and wondered if something wasn’t wrong, “You okay?”

“I’m saving them for her,” Squirrel grinned sheepishly at his brother.

Drops glowered. "The Twolegplace? Are you on his side?" The patriotic tom stood up and gave his bravest glare.
"Well, I'm not against it," Grass interrupted. "If we can hunt in the Twolegplace, safely, I'm game."
"Where's your sense of loyalty?" Drops demanded.
Grass shrugged, twitching her shoulders. The rain was falling harder now.
Wind slunk towards the singles dens.

Lone padded over to Herons den and muttered, “Leaders den?” Bat trotted out and pressed to his side, “Wonderful! You’re here!”

Fire met Drops gaze and mewed evenly, “I must point out, if we are hunting it is loyal. As you can see we are starving here!”

Heron emerged from his den, having magically overheard the conversation.
"It's only disloyal to give up an opportunity to feed our Tribe," he mewed. "Twolegplace could be an important way for us to recover."

Addressing Fire, Drops whispered, "Yeah, I know that. Couldn't be more obvious. But I swear those two are conspiring!" He flicked his tail at Lone and Bat.

Wind nodded his head at his uncle, Heron. "I believe it is an opportunity that is potentially deadly. If it weren't for..." he paused to grit his teeth at the scene they had caused, "Lone here, I could be dog food. And I witnessed a she-cat almost die at the paws of a monster. Furthermore, she has not come back from this journey. Can a few mice really be worth the number of deaths that will be caused in the pursuit of them? And since we appear to appeal to this dour topic of death, may I bother you to take this somewhere drier? We'll all be dead in this rain."
Grass, who had previously appealed to Lone, let the formerly silent Wind's words settle in. For being so quiet and snappish, he certainly had a way with speech. She decided to move to the opinion that would prove to be less deadly, according to the young tom.
"What's all this commotion about?" Ice asked, finally enticed from the medicine den by the happenings outside. She shook the relentless water from her already water-darkened pelt and suppressed another cough. "Can't we at least have some peace in a storm?" She let the ironic statement sink in, surveying the crowd around.

Stoat sidled up alongside his mate, ready to go on the defense at the slightest indication of this newcomer's malignancy. The recent episode with that insolent brother of Sand's still had him on edge.
Cricket decided this was an opportune time to reappear and did just that.

 

[BuffOrps32]

Addressing Fire, Drops whispered, "Yeah, I know that. Couldn't be more obvious. But I swear those two are conspiring!" He flicked his tail at Lone and Bat.

Wind nodded his head at his uncle, Heron. "I believe it is an opportunity that is potentially deadly. If it weren't for..." he paused to grit his teeth at the scene they had caused, "Lone here, I could be dog food. And I witnessed a she-cat almost die at the paws of a monster. Furthermore, she has not come back from this journey. Can a few mice really be worth the number of deaths that will be caused in the pursuit of them? And since we appear to appeal to this dour topic of death, may I bother you to take this somewhere drier? We'll all be dead in this rain."
Grass, who had previously appealed to Lone, let the formerly silent Wind's words settle in. For being so quiet and snappish, he certainly had a way with speech. She decided to move to the opinion that would prove to be less deadly, according to the young tom.
"What's all this commotion about?" Ice asked, finally enticed from the medicine den by the happenings outside. She shook the relentless water from her already water-darkened pelt and suppressed another cough. "Can't we at least have some peace in a storm?" She let the ironic statement sink in, surveying the crowd around.

Fire dipped his head and Lone followed him. He mewed, “If we were to hunt there I could show you the best places. Thunderpaths as busy as the one you crossed are uncommon and I can fight off a dog. I’m assuming some fighters could also.” Bat perked up, “Ice is right however, it is freezing and we’ll catch our death out here.” Embers padded up and added, “He’s right, might I add even with the fish today, some of us will go hungry.” Lone nodded, “I ate in Twolegplace already I have no need to eat, for a few days. I can go long without food.”

 

[Amer]

Stoat sidled up alongside his mate, ready to go on the defense at the slightest indication of this newcomer's malignancy. The recent episode with that insolent brother of Sand's still had him on edge.
Cricket decided this was an opportune time to reappear and did just that.

"Ah, and she's back! Wonderful!" Wind exclaimed. He wondered what this strange cat thought about the whole... might he say... adventure.

Fire dipped his head and Lone followed him. He mewed, “If we were to hunt there I could show you the best places. Thunderpaths as busy as the one you crossed are uncommon and I can fight off a dog. I’m assuming some fighters could also.” Bat perked up, “Ice is right however, it is freezing and we’ll catch our death out here.” Embers padded up and added, “He’s right, might I add even with the fish today, some of us will go hungry.” Lone nodded, “I ate in Twolegplace already I have no need to eat, for a few days. I can go long without food.”

"There weren't any great fish out there anyways," Frog supplied. He prided himself as an excellent fisher, and the only fish he had found bigger than a minnow was a frog. Even the fish that cats did catch were rather small and wan. The longest was only half the length of his foreleg.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"Ah, and she's back! Wonderful!" Wind exclaimed. He wondered what this strange cat thought about the whole... might he say... adventure.

"I've been here all along," she chirped smoothly as her tail whipped to and fro- body language that would normally be interpreted for brewing aggression. Who knew what it said for her, though.