Posts by Marshmallow kitten

Boulder | Male | 3 years old | Single | Mate/cubs: Open | Interacting with: Open

Boulder rolled onto his side as light spilled into his den. The large male covered his face with one paw and groaned. He hated mornings. But, things must be done. Like hunting. He had failed to make a catch the day before and finished his previous catch then as well. So now, he had no food. Hearing his belly grumble he growled something under his breath and then heaved himself to his paws.

The young male padded out of his den, his eyes blinking rapidly in the light. "Well... hunting I guess!" Boulder grunted, climbing down from where his den lay in the side of a small cliff. Boulder opened his jaws to taste the air, and to his surprise he found the scent of other tigers. The last time he had seen another tiger was his brother. And that hadn't turned out so well, Boulder's brother nearly killed him when he thought he wanted his mate. Boulder growled softly to himself, he had trusted his brother to trust him but he had betrayed him.

Daphne | Female | 6 months | Single | Mother: abandoned her | Father: Boulder's brother | Uncle: Boulder | Interacting with: Open

Daphne was laying in her den that she shared with her mother. Or at least used to. Daphne remembered her mother's pained look as she left the den. She had of course asked her why she was leaving and where she was going but the tigress did not answer her cub. She had let her feed before she left, which Daphne was grateful of now as she hadn't been back for a day and a half now! Daphne was getting hungry, and she was getting restless too. She wanted to go out and play, but she knew better to than without the watchful eye of her mother. What if predators came? Instead, the young cub stared at the den wall and wondered when he mom would come back.

ahh I can't wait for hope to be found lmao I'm interested to see how the patrol cats will react to someone who can literally just BLINK at them. xD

Nope! Sounds good to me! ^^ Also I find that funny that my character is mentoring a character named Halfpaw because I have an OC named Halfpaw too LOL

Daphne | Female | 6 months | Single | Mother: abandoned her | Father: Boulder's brother | Uncle: Boulder | Interacting with: Kira

The scent of another tiger alerted Daphne and without looking to see if it was her mother, she naively called out, "Mother?" she called. Daphne hastily got up, but then she realized the voice calling to her was not that of her mother's. Letting out a small whimper the young cub backed away to the edge of the den, which wasn't that far. She looked around wildly, oh she hoped this wasn't the end!

((Ahh! Sorry this is so short! ):<))

Ripplesplash let the other cat lead the patrol, following just half a tail's length behind. He let his paw steps be lazy instead of prodding lightly. After all, they weren't hunting yet. The young tom let his thoughts wander for a moment, thinking about what sorts of prey they might catch and if they were lucky maybe they would find a trespassing cat. He knew they were a hunting patrol but even hunting patrols had to stop intruders if they saw them! "So....Where we goin' to hunt?" Ripplesplash asked Mapletail, jerking himself out of his wishful thinking.

She is by a tree somewhere just inside the border in HazeClan territory.

Ripplesplash suppressed a groan as Mapletail let the apprentice lead. An apprentice leading him? How dishonorable that was! He did understand that Mapletail needed to give the younger cat some experience but Ripplesplash still didn't like it. Though at least the apprentice had come up with an idea of where to go, he had thought Mapletail had but he hadn't. And Rippletail hadn't just wandering about. The tom watched as the apprentice seemed to burst with the excitement of leading and had to stop himself form rolling his eyes. Apprentices got so easily excited about everything!

soo..... Was it decided who would find Hope? Lol

Alright if it's up to me then I'd say the west patrol since their out right now ^^ I really want her to be found lol

ok lol

Ripplesplash shrugged as Mapletail spoke to him and continued walking. He had not meant for the she-cat to notice his unease at being led by an apprentice. "I know!" Ripplesplash snapped like his usual grumpy self. "Let's just get on with it." he huffed, picking up the pace a little.

((Sorry it's so shoooooort!))

Ripplesplash flicked in ear as he watched the apprentice go off to hunt. He watched for a moment, rolling his eyes as Firepaw's mentor praised her. "If you keep meowing as loud as you are you're bound to scare all the prey away!" Ripplesplash snapped before raising his head to taste the air. Luckily if Mapletail's exclaims and praise hadn't scared everything away he would manage to catch something.

Swinging his head side to side and padding carefully away from the two cats, he sniffed around. Eventually, his tactic paid off and he caught the sharp scent of a vole. Crouching down, the tom nimbly stalked forward, placing each paw delicately down as he dragged himself through the undergrowth towards his prey. As his eager gaze found his prey, his eyes glowed. He stalked forward just a bit more before the blue-grey tom finally bunched his mussels and leaped at the vole with claws extended.
The young tom let out a grunt of satisfaction as he killed it by biting it's spine. He began to dig a whole to bury it until they caught more prey and looked back to see how Mapletail and Firepaw were doing. He was pretty impressed with how the apprentice caught a rabbit, but nothing about him gave it away.

the guard needs more cats )':

The land

Season: Early Fall

Flow | Tom | 17 moons old | Mate/kits: Open | Sister: Flower (Location unknown but open for adoption) | Interacting with: Open

Flow padded through the city, swinging his head as he sought out the scent of food. He could smell something tasty in a nearby garbage can, but it was on the other side of a fence.... That didn't matter though, he wasn't scared of two-leg gardens. He wasn't scared of anything, he was Flow! The fierce cat who roamed the city!

Padding over to the fence on quiet paws, he leaped up, balancing on it for a minute as he sniffed. The fur on his neck rose for a moment, only to fall again. He could smell dog, but he soon realized it was just a faint scent. Leaping down, he started sniffing around again until his nose led him to the source of the delicious scent drawing him in.

Trotting forward, he soon stood in front of a garbage can. It was touching the outer wall of the two-leg den which he did not like, but he was hungry. Bunching his mussels, the tom hesitated once before leaping onto the trash and sliding the lid off, falling with it. Just as he landed on the lid though, he heard a loud barking. And when he looked to his left, he spotted a dog racing through the small square flap in the two-leg den. His eyes lit with fear as he let out a surprised hiss. The dog was huge! Racing away from the fallen garbage can, he made his way towards the fence, but the dog cut him off, forcing him to back up against the wall of the two-leg den.

His eyes quickly scanned the area for anything to hide under as the dog charged him, until he spotted a hole in the ground underneath the stairs to the two-leg den. Scrambling forward, he raced to it, sliding under just in time. The dog's barking only stopped when it was growling at him, and the big brute used it's paws as it laid on it's side to try and grab Flow. The young tom had to twist this way and that to avoid the dog's paws, and he knew he couldn't keep at it forever. "Go away!" Flow hissed at the dog, baring his teeth, but it seemed to have no affect.

"To let your guard down is to die."

Branch | She-cat | 32 moons old | Mate/kits: Open | interacting with: Open

The tortoiseshell she-cat had long since woken up, but she still stayed in her den resting on her stomach. Her den lie by what the two-legs who often came called a 'pool'. She had dug it out underneath the roots of a tree, though some of the work had already been previously done by some animal. What animal, she didn't know, nor did she care. It was most likely a dog or a fox though. The den kept her hidden from the two-legs who came, and in the winter none at all came thankfully.

After a while, Branch decided it was time to get moving. Food wouldn't come to her after all! Padding over to the metal fence she glared at it for a moment. Every time she woke up she saw that fence and she hated it. Wooden fences were much easier to climb. Maybe she would have to find a new home? But another cat had chased her out of her old home nearly two seasons ago and she still didn't want to try and find a different one, closer to cats but farther from two-legs. Letting out a small soft sigh, Branch bunched her mussels and in an enormous leap she jumped the fence. It was pretty small, considering other fences, but her back paw still banged against it. "Ouch!" She exclaimed as she landed, sitting down and twisting herself so she could give it a lick.

"I've seen my fair share of sorrow."

Echo | tom | 10 moons | Mate/kits: Open | Former kittypet

Echo padded around the town, cautiously. Well, he didn't really "pad" around the town, more like he stalked around the town. The poor tom was a very skittish thing, and did not want to be seen by humans. His last humans had nearly killed him, leaving him with a scar on his side. He had been in at least two fights as well now, and he had only been on his own for three moons. He tried to avoid contact with anyone or anything, but it was hard. He still had to survive, and to survive he had to steal from two-legs.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Echo set his golden gaze on a two-leg kit eating something that looked quite tasty. He stiffened, two-leg kits were the most dangerous. He didn't want to cause trouble with one of those! Swiveling his gaze around he searched for a new target. There was an old two-leg, staring at something as his eyes darted across it. Next to it lay something that smelled very very good. In a heartbeat, Echo's paws were thundering across the ground as he raced up to what looked like a bag of goodies. Leaping onto the bench he grabbed it and barely escaped the man's paws with a mrow of fear. Landing on the other side, he raced as fast as he could away, settling underneath a tree to see what was inside.

"I'm not weak... I just like to be safe, maybe you're just reckless."

((So ruuuushed! sorry!))

Echopaw gave her a shy smile, and rolled off his back. Shrugging his broad shoulders he spoke in his usual stutter, "N-n-no. I

g-guess I-I didn't." he mewed, his pale green gaze still glimmering with relief. "F-From what I c-c-c-could tell y-you might have been an actual sn-snake." he joked, becoming slightly more relaxed now. He let his ears prick back up again instead of resting against his head, and his fur laid flat.

just realized I never tracked sooooo....

TRACK!

Ripplesplash felt a bit surprised at the younger cat's praise and a bit guilty as well. He had only believed that she couldn't do anything, simply because she was younger and an apprentice. Though his guilt quickly turned to annoyance, "I don't need praise from you." He snapped bad-temperately. He did feel amused by the she-cat's jokes, but she didn't need to know that. Grumbling something inaudible under his breath, Ripplesplash lifted his muzzle to the sky as he breathed in the scents around them, searching for more prey.

((Sorry I haven't replied in foreeeeeever!))

Ripplesplash twitched an ear back at Firepaw as she spoke, and twitched his tail-tip with indignance. "I'm not grumpy!" he mumbled quietly as he caught the scent of prey. Though he felt his fur prickle with embarrassment as she praised his catch again. He was glad someone appreciated his catch, but he didn't even acknowledge her words of it this time. He slithered forward, his belly pressed close to the ground when he spotted target through the undergrowth. A squirrel that was dangerously close to climbing up a tree. Stifling a growl, he started to stalk forward a bit more quickly. Finally he bunched his mussels to leap, and launched himself through the air. Just as he did so, the squirrel (though it didn't even know he was there) climbed up the tree just a few paces. Ripplesplash landed just below the squirrel, and as it heard the racket he made, it started to make an attempt back up the tree. Ripplesplash leaped up, managing to fling the squirrel of the tree trunk. He clumsily regained his balance and managed to pounce on the squirrel, dragging it towards him as it tried to escape and made his kill with a bite to the neck. He grunted, dissatisfied with the clumsiness with his kill, and the scrawniness of it. here wasn't much meat on the squirrel, even if it was big. Hurriedly, Ripplesplash raced back to the two cats, hoping they hadn't seen his second kill.

Track

(will make an application and read the origin when I'm not exhausted lmao)