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Post by > Marcy < on Jun 3, 2016 11:26:05 GMT 1
Marcy / Chief / Camp / Aimed at Anyone
Sitting beneath the root that broke free from the underground and instead marked the den of the Chief. Marcy was lost in thought. After the removal of her collar she felt free and this made her very happy. Looking around at the faces of the other cats that had joined her she felt her chest fill with pride at how far they had come. They had mostly been simple house-cats, slaves to the no-furs, now here they were. Free, living in the forest able to catch their own food. Life couldn't be any better.
At the thought of food, Marcy decided to go on a hunt. "I'm off hunting, would anyone like to join me?"
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Post by Shard on Jun 5, 2016 7:17:36 GMT 1
Laying onto the floor, the beige striped young feline opened his maw and released a massive yawn, followed by a noisy purr. Lifting a leg, as the pink tongue ran out through the lips, licking the soft fur of the paw, drawing it ontop of his forehead then down to the nose before doing it again a couple of times for a proper grooming. His ear twitched sharply as the voice of the tortoiseshell she-cat called upon the rest of the group for a new adventure. Perfect! Even if it was hunting, Shard had the opportunity to do a research to their new environment, hoping to find something, or even someone- who would be generous enough to join their group so their small pile of family would grow. "I am in!" The tom quickly stood up and flung himself towards their leader, aiming to ram on her side and if it'd succeed he'd go limb and drag her down to the floor with him, as his sky blue gaze would be fixing in hers he'd just leave a remarkable laughter of victory. If it wouldn't succeed he'd just slip and fall on the floor, with his muzzle hitting the ground and his hind quarters hanging into the air, stoned and frozen.
After padding into their new home, Salem spawned a sigh of relief to escape through his voids. The silver tabby striped virile wanted to escape their old home, as it was a living torture and a bad environment that kept reminding them of the dark times they've all had lived. His stern stare was gazing through the emptyness of the area, a soft chuckle of amusement escaped as he felt his neck lighter since the day they've found a way to get rid of their chains . As the wind blew, the large muscular brutal male felt a chill run down his spine and his shoulder to shiver. He immediatelly turned his gaze to Marcy, following his leader's trails silently due to respect, giving a light glare to the approaching tom that seemed to be goofing around. "What is he even doing?", Salem said inside his head, releasing a quiet hiss under his breathe "Doesn't he show any kind of respect to his leader? How does he find the strenght to be so light after all of this we've been through? Keep thinking about these sentences into his mind, these words kept swirling into his brain, making him think. A gaze away ran for a momment, showing a forceful smile down to the playful kit-like cat, not wanting to offend him, but praise him even if his personality was against his will.
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Post by > Marcy < on Jun 6, 2016 10:49:58 GMT 1
The red tortoiseshell female heard a loud 'I'm in' before feeling someone collide into her side, the object went limp and Marcy found herself being dragged to the floor. Her eyes wide with shock at the act and as she looked down, she spotted Shard, the tom was simply laughing at her over his victory. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she pushed the tom away and rolled to her paws, where she pushed herself up off the ground. As the tom continued to laugh she aimed to cuff him around the ears.
It was obvious by her small build and thin frame that Marcy wasn't the strongest cat in the group but when the time called for it she could move with speed, something that came in handy when hunting.
"Two volunteers? Great. Come on guys, there are some mice eager to be eaten!" Marcy liked to joke and once the joke was spoken she turned in the direction of the mountain closest to their home, where the dead lands lay on the other side, and set off at a steady pace. "I love hunting in the morning, no idea why though." She shrugged her shoulders as she carried on pausing only when they reached their target.
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Post by ෆSт๏ηєyෆ on Jun 6, 2016 20:28:10 GMT 1
"Wait! Wait! Attendez!!" The dark pelted brute nearly tripped over his own paw as he was vainly rushing towards the small hunting group, yelling as if they were all deaf.. or blind. Last word leaving his clumsy mouth was in french language. This is something he learned from his previous no-fur captors even though he wasn't sure if he should be proud about the fact. Magnus reached the group shortly after nearly tripping, therefore everyone saw his fierce and unskillful arrival. This tom ignored the surprised and uncertain glances of his cat companions. Face radiating for certain cats a bit annoying, for some may a positive smile. The tom opened his mouth to speak, showing off his white and sharp teeth. "If it's alright, I'll be joining you." He said, his tone half questioning the leader for permission but it was clear that he wouldn't back off even if someone told him not to go. Magnus gave a short glance to his gray striped brother clearly noticing his presence just now, his smile soon disappeard from his face. "..Err.." The fellow muttered averting his look away. __________________________________________________________________________ The smaller tom trotted through forest back to their, as they say; home. A meeting with Elias went well which put Stoney in an especially good mood. Hearing familiar voices from the neighborhood made him lose his carefree smile which he was wearing up until now. Changing the direction he headed towards the voices, it was Magnus.. and the others? /Ohoh. Casanova./ The male snorted to himself. "If you're going to hunt, the more, the better.." Stoney casually procliamed, basically throwing himself into the hunting group without any other word.
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Post by > Marcy < on Jun 10, 2016 19:07:05 GMT 1
Rolling her eyes at Magnus's entrance, Marcy couldn't help but smile. She was unfamiliar with the language he used to speak his final word, but decided not to ask about it and instead decided to make assumptions on its meaning. /I'm here? I've arrived?/ She pondered as Stoney made his arrival known.
Shaking herself she removed the morning dew and any dust that had clung to her pelt in the night. "Let's get moving then, at this rate the prey will be hiding in their burrows by the time we get out there." A giggle escaped her, revealing her comment to have been a simple joke before her body sprang forward, pushed into a trot by her hind legs. She didn't look back at the others as she continued on. Passing a large mountain that resided close to their camp, Marcy lead the way behind it, a place she very rarely hunted. "Let's split up, meet back here when the sun reaches its peak."
Despite her words, Marcy remained where she was stood, waiting for word from the others to speak their agreement of the meeting time before she herself would hunt.
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Post by ෆSт๏ηєyෆ on Jun 13, 2016 21:55:37 GMT 1
"Oh mon dieu.." The dark pelted tom incredulously proclaimed as he looked towards the small brute, who just made his fearless arrival. He found himself impressed by the small tom's actions, before he realized everyone were already trotting after their leader. All he heard afterwards was a scornful snort coming from unnamed little male, who held his position right next to leader even though his short legs looked quite disadvantageous. Magnus was thinking, trotting in slower pace after the group. Soon as the leader stopped herself, the whole group did the same. As Marcy spoke, Magnus pushed his way straight through his brother's and Shard's positions. Stoney watched his conduct with amusement, which culminated by the fact that this small brute placed his leg inconspicuously, so Magnus would trip over it, he wasn't trying to hurt him, he simply didn't like this shiny playboy. All the dark pelt could do, was to let out a surprised gasp as his big build landed on a soft matarial, which escalated to be the she-cat who, so far, leaded the whole group. "Lordy! My apologize." He huffed, trying to get himself up while averting the gaze away from his female lead. Whilst Stoney was visibly enjoying this moment, even though his face was still stiff as usually, sitting and watching the pair of cats, his mouth even through that fact managed to curve into somewhat devilish grin. /Not a bad position indeed, I must give you that, playboy./
// Author: xD I had to, sorry. xDD //
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