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Post by Fox on Aug 24, 2016 15:29:11 GMT
As good of an idea Clover's thought was, they didn't know her mother like she did. If they knew the struggle she went through dealing with her mother for so long, that idea would have never been said.
"That is a good idea....but it wouldn't work. I've been trying to convince my mom to let me leave the yard since I was a kit and it has never worked. That, and my mom has never been overly fond of cats that aren't kittypets, so if she knew that I was talking to you two she would throw a fit," the femme stated, letting out a sigh. She really did want to help Clover and Red to build up the clans again, but how could she? She can't be a Warrior in a clan while stuck behind a wooden fence. She stared down at the two queens, hoping that they understood.
"I will do everything that I can to get out of here, but it will still take a while. Just know that I will help build the clans the moment I get the chance." |
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Post by Danielle on Aug 25, 2016 23:06:44 GMT
Clover || Queen || 15 moons || Loner
Clover had known that Luck would say something along those lines, but she could still feel herself deflate as the unusually coloured queen voiced her doubts. There was no way it could be that simple, but she had gotten herself excited at the thought that it might actually work. If Luck's mother was against her even talking to non-kittypets, it was going to take more than a little time. The pretty she-cat said as much, but continued by promising to help with the Clans the moment she could. The tabby had to admire her perseverance; she herself likely would have given up long ago if she had been in the same position. "We'll be waiting for you when you do," she told the queen earnestly. Until then, she and Red would have to work on restoring the Clans themselves. The older she-cat had mentioned there being an old camp somewhere in the area, and the idea made Clover's paws itch with excitement. If they could find that, wouldn't it be proof that the Clans had existed? They would need to repair it after going for so long unused, but she felt capable of helping with that. The idea of living in the same place as all those cats so long ago was enough to keep her from thinking about how much work it would really be. But as Red finished speaking, her excitement dampened a bit. "I can hunt just fine, and I don't mind teaching others, but..." she looked down, scuffing the gravel with her paw before continuing. "Is there really a need to learn how to fight? I'd rather avoid any battles if I can," the tabby finished quietly. Despite the brief lessons her mother had given her and her littermates before they had all gone their separate ways, she had always been terrible at fighting. She sighed, hoping this wouldn't make Red have second thoughts about letting her join the Clan. |
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Post by Zesha on Aug 26, 2016 23:01:05 GMT
Red | She-Cat | 43 moons | Rogue Red nodded, looking sad. She had feared that Luck would say as much, but it hadn’t hurt to try to give her the option of letting them speak to her mother. Still, her mother sounded as stubborn as Red’s own mother was, so she wasn’t sure if there would ever be a chance for Luck to escape.
“It’s alright, Luck,” she soothed, trying to make sure the other queen knew this wasn’t her fault. “Like Clover says, when you can get out, we’ll be waiting for you. We’ll make sure there’s a position for you in the Clan. I do hope your mother sees sooner rather than later that you are an adult cat and can make your own decisions, however. She can’t treat you like a kit forever. Someday, you have to grow up, as much as she doesn’t want to believe that.” What might have sounded like a gentle lecture was really Red trying to manipulate Luck into thinking she could do whatever she pleased, with or without the permission of her mother. Mothers were difficult to get out from under, she knew, and they always felt like they had so much power. Really, they had none.
The conversation turned back to Clover, mentioning that she could hunt fine, but… oh, no, not another cat that didn’t like to fight. Red wanted to groan. This entire world was full of dangers. How had this cat survived this far if she couldn’t even get herself to battle properly? That would have to be something Red broke her of.
For the meantime, though, she put on a sympathetic face and walked over to Clover, placing her tail across the queen’s back. “I know, Clover, but sometimes we can’t avoid it. Most of the time we won’t have to fight, but what if rogues try to attack us? I’d lose you to them if you didn’t know how to defend yourself, and I don’t want to think about losing you. I can tell you’re going to be a good friend to me, and I’d never want to see you hurt so badly as that.” |
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Post by Fox on Aug 28, 2016 21:12:14 GMT
"Honestly, I haven't ever really gotten into any fights, so I myself am not familiar with fighting tactics. But if there ever came a situation where me not knowing how to fight meant another cat get killed or injured, I would much rather learn to fight. I wouldn't really like it, just as you wouldn't Clover, but if knowing how to battle could protect your entire clan and family, I would definitely learn how, " the queen stated, lightly tilting her head to the side and trying to get off the subject of her speaking with her mother. She knew it would be difficult and, as far as she could tell, Red and Clover agreed. But Luck had always dreamed of being apart of a clan, so she wasn't going to let her mother stop her dream. Red was right. Luck was old enough to make her own decisions and choose what she wanted to do with her life. Her mother couldn't treat her like a baby and protect her through her entire life.
But as the subject of fighting did advance forward, Luck did wonder how they would do this. Both Clover and herself didn't know how to fight, and chances were that some of the other cats that eventually joined the clan wouldn't know either. Was Red going to train them, or was this going to be a self-taught skill? If so, it would take a while, either way. But the dappled she-cat was all for it. She wanted to be able to protect her future family. |
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Post by asilentbeast on Aug 30, 2016 8:23:48 GMT
[ Poptart ] Tom | 13 Moons | Kittypet
Poptart left his housefolk's den through the flap in the front door that always remained unlocked during the day, prepared to continue his endless search for his missing mother as usual. He had spent hour after hour scouring the moorlands the other day without any trace of her. Today he considered potentially heading out to the marshes. He had never ventured there before and doubted Daisy would have either, but it was the only place he had yet to look.
As he drew closer to the border of Twolegplace however, the sound of conversing cats caught his attention and he paused, ears perking curiously. He heard mention of fighting and decided to investigate, creeping closer in what he thought a perfect hunter's stalk, but in reality it was quite noisy. He always forget to consider his bulk or watch where he was placing his paws.
He attempted to hide in a nearby seat of bushes. copper eyes peering through the branches, but he couldn't see the queens from here. Only hear them. They were definitely discussing battle tactics. None of these cats sounded familiar so he clearly hadn't encountered them before. It seemed strange considering he had lived here all his life, but perhaps it was foolish of him to have expected he knew every cat. One of the queens sounded especially reluctant to learn anything about fighting and he scoffed a bit under his breath. What cat didn't want to learn how to defend themselves?
((I know it's a bit late to be joining, but I hope it's alright if I jump in. I really want to use this nerd somewhere.)) |
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Post by Danielle on Sept 1, 2016 1:30:02 GMT
Clover || Queen || 15 moons || Loner Instead of being upset, Red surprised the younger queen by sympathetically agreeing with her. It was true, Clover needed to learn just in case they were ever attacked by other cats. If she was part of a Clan, she wouldn't be able to turn tail and run like she usually did. It would be wrong to abandon her Clanmates in the middle of a battle like that! Luck chimed in and said the same as Red, and tabby knew they were both right. As much as the idea scared her, she would have to at least learn the basics. Clover was comforted by the fact that Red only wanted to keep her safe, and she knew that if their positions were reversed she'd feel the same. She looked up at the older queen, now beside her, and smiled nervously. "Alright, I'll give it a try," she agreed quietly. "You'll teach me, right? I'm not sure I could learn on my own, usually I just freeze up..." She trailed off, a bit embarrassed at her fearful tendencies. If Red was her teacher she was sure she'd be able to make at least a little progress, but she worried about the other queen getting tired of her making mistakes. She wanted to make her proud. Her attention was drawn from the conversation when she heard something making its way through the woods behind them. She turned her head slightly, angling her ears towards the source of the noise. It sounded too big to be a mouse or even a bird. Her mind was still on fighting and suddenly she wondered if it might be another cat, more hostile than the two she had already met. Clover glanced at them to gauge their reactions, hoping she was wrong. (( I don't know about the others, but I don't mind at all~ It'll add some excitement if another new cat shows up c: )) |
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Post by Zesha on Sept 1, 2016 18:37:41 GMT
Red | She-Cat | 43 moons | Rogue “Many cats don’t like to fight,” Red told them, glancing from Luck to Clover. “But there are some who do, and some who are very aggressive about their territory. Because of these cats, we must know how to take care of ourselves. If you were to ever get cornered and couldn’t run away, you’d be in a lot of trouble trying to figure out how to slip by the enemy.” The orange queen herself wasn’t a huge fan of fighting, but she knew its purpose, and also that it was a necessary part of being a cat. It was bred into them from birth.
She smiled gently at Clover, nodding. “Of course I’ll teach you. We’ll work on getting you over your fear of fighting. I’d show you—and you too, Luck—right now, but the noise might attract Twolegs or even Luck’s mother, and we all know we don’t want that. So we’ll go into the forest later today and see about teaching you a little bit, okay? And then when you get tired, we’ll stop and do some more tomorrow,” she meowed, knowing that this would probably be a far longer day than she had expected when she woke up. Still, it was far more productive than most days.
The sudden sound of gently rustling leaves had her ear twisting backwards before she turned her head to look. An orange stripe began to rise along her back, from between her shoulders down to her tail, which began to fluff up to twice its normal size. She didn’t know whether whatever was behind those bushes was hostile or not, and she didn’t want to take the chance of not looking intimidating if it was. Not wanting to alert any twolegs or Luck’s mother by yowling, she began to move towards where she heard the sound. When she got halfway there, she asked, “Who’s there?” |
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Post by Fox on Sept 4, 2016 17:56:44 GMT
As both the other queens spoke, Luck listened with open ears, wondering how and when this fighting training would happen. She was interested in learning how to watch after herself, but she also began to wonder if there was a way to learn how to hunt. Not hunting entirely, but just the general idea. Luck had never had to learn to hunt, since she was fed by her humans and her mother. While hunting could end up being kind of easy, it could also be hard for a cat that had never hunted the correct way before. "What about hunting? I'm not saying that I don't know how to hunt, but it might be easier to learn a few smaller tri-" but she stopped when both the she-cats turned away, their attention caught on something. When she looked to the bushes, she understood. She could smell and just barely hear another cat. Who could it be now? Another loner? Who knows. But both Red and Clover were caught by it, so she chose to pay attention to it. Her curiosity also didn't help much. |
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Post by asilentbeast on Sept 4, 2016 18:36:47 GMT
[ Poptart ] Tom | 13 Moons | Kittypet
“Who’s there?”
A feeling of indignation washed over Poptart at being detected so easily. He could have sworn he’d been more careful about where he stepped this time! Apparently not. It wasn’t long before an intimidating dark ginger queen came into sight. Despite being twice her size even at his young age she looked quite fierce and he hesitated before gathering his courage and poking his cream colored head out of a space between the bush’s branches to greet the approaching cat. “Only me,” he announced casually, voice holding not even a hint of his former hesitation. “Nothing to worry about I can assure you, dear lady.”
He squeezed his way fully out of the bush...or tried at least. He became stuck at one point, pinned between two particularly thick branches. He shot Red an almost embarrassed look before wiggling and squirming until he stumbled out, landing clumsily in front of her paws. Tufts of fur remained behind on the bush and he stared up at Red with wide eyes for a moment before quickly picking himself up and shaking out his pelt, loose hair flying everywhere before sitting back on his haunches. "Hello. I'm Poptart," he added regally with a proud raise of his chin as if he had approached the queen with all the grace in the world rather than fallen out of a bush. |
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Post by Danielle on Sept 13, 2016 7:05:57 GMT
Clover || Queen || 15 moons || Loner
Clover held her breath as Red walked toward the noise. Would they end up in a fight so soon? The tabby had hoped she would be able to at least mentally prepare herself before that happened, but it looked like she wouldn't get the chance. Then a cream tom poked his head out of the bush to speak, and Clover blinked in surprise. He was nearly the opposite of what she had been fearing, rather clumsily removing himself from the branches before introducing himself politely. Thankfully, it seemed like she wouldn't need to face her fears just yet. The queen relaxed, and took a few steps toward the two curiously. "Hello, Poptart!" Now that she knew he wasn't dangerous, she wouldn't mind talking to him for a bit. Plus, it got the conversation away from the topic of her learning how to fight. "My name is Clover, it's nice to meet you!" She wondered what had brought him to the area; it was unusual that she met another cat that was willing to talk to her, let alone three in one day. Maybe this particular twolegplace was just exceptionally friendly?
(( Aah, that took way longer than I'd hoped, I fell into a bit of a slump for a while, I'm not sure why. Sorry for the wait!! >< )) |
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Post by Zesha on Sept 18, 2016 17:57:38 GMT
Red | She-Cat | 43 moons | Rogue Red waited impatiently for the intruder to make themselves known, her tail tip twitching in obvious irritation. At first she thought she might have to go in and drag the creature out, but not long after that thought crossed her mind, a cream ball of fur popped out of the foliage. A tom, hm? She watched the cat, taking in his words. He didn’t seem like a threat, though she did raise a brow at being called a lady. While many she-cats would love to be called a lady, she wasn’t quite sure she liked it for herself, and had to keep herself from curling her lip back from over her teeth.
It amused her when he became stuck, struggling out of the branches that entangled in his fur. As the hair finally ripped from his body, left behind on the branches, he shot forward and tumbled down at her feet, almost as if he had fallen to kiss her toes. She would have loved that, but she knew he wouldn’t go so far as that. No cat ever had, not even her ex-mate, Rex. A smirk played on her muzzle at the look in his eyes, though she quickly tried to shift it into a grin. “Poptart, huh?” she said, looking him up and down. “Red. It’s a pleasure.” She could see he at least had his pride still intact, even though he should have lost it back in the bushes.
At the back of her mind, she had noticed how tense Clover had seemed when Poptart was still hidden. It was clear to her that this cat did not want to fight, nor to learn how, and that teaching her was going to be quite the challenge. She wondered if Luck would be this difficult, too, if the queen was ever able to leave her twoleg’s nest. Once it was determined that there was no immediate threat, however, the stress that was held in Clover’s body seemed to dissipate, and Red wondered if she was always so quick to decide things were fine. |
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I hope you the best of luck on that!
And sorry I took so long! I had some problems with a friend, and didn't really feel like getting on because of that, you know?