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  • when you're lost and alone, (open + lost kit) carry onnnn, carry onnnn

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]heather never really strayed too far from camp. she rarely went on hunting patrols and much preferred to stay in the safe, secure, and secluded rivers of her clan. rarely did she harbor the desire to adventure, not like she ever really did.


    though today was an exception. she was awfully bored after having not been assigned to any patrols, and decided that she should probably go around the territory, just because. iy wasn't like she was needed anyways.


    so the bulky femme traveled through ferns and wetland, her paws gracefully, for something her gargantuan size, sliding across stepping stones and such. she was headed for fourtrees, a destination which had popped into her mind suddenly and refused to leave. heather's head was held high, her whiskers twitching as she listened for the birds and squirrels around her. she was a riverclanner, sure, but that didn't mean she needed the wet taste of fish sliding down her throat every day. the cat's eyelids were half-open, in a somewhat absent-minded state.


    as she approached, she could see the notable trees that gave the name its name. four mighty oak trees, symbols of the clan's never ending perseverance. she sighed slowly, her head craning down so her gaze met the ground, dotted with crumpled leaves. newleaf was starting to dawn on the clans, and it was a feeling the ecstatic heather couldn't deny. the scent of sharp, new life was amazing.


    she decided to go farther and soon found her way into the gathering area, where she had recently been with the gathering happening. the scents of all the clans mixed up in a plethora of scents was still somewhat strong, though that wasn't the thing she noticed.


    a kit. alone.


    heather quickly recalled a verse from the warrior code that stated never to abandon or harm a kit, no matter where it came from. she glanced at the poor little scrap. she must be alone. a tired. hungry.


    heather quickly trotted up to the kitten, her huge size seeming to completely dwarf the little one. she stopped and glanced down, casting a shadow on the small kitten. she tilted her head curiously, frowning.


    "hey little scrap. what're you doing out here?" she mewed, murmuring softly so that she wouldn't harm or scare the kitten. she sat down, letting her weight transfer to her hindquarters comfortably as she curled her bushy tail around her paws.
    [spoiler=tags 2.28.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions

  • Just Something I Can Turn To. [o, joining]

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]heather was not a big fan of wild cats, mainly because she felt so intimidated by them, though she knew quite a few from the top of her head. the recently dead quail, shalas, and finally, this strange cat.


    heather had heard his voice while simply wandering about, her mind quite blank. she was quite simply bored out of her mind these days, and often liked to spend her time just exploring now, unlike before. she wondered why in starclan she couldn't spend her time doing something productive, but she didn't care much for wondering.


    her ears craned forward as she stopped in her tracks, her left paw midstep in the air. her head inclined upwards, whiskers twitching as she detected the rogue scent she has gotten so used to, it was like a secondary smell she sensed every day. though...she almost froze as she recognized this certain scent. her teeth bared as she assessed this, and came to a conclusion.


    bloodclan.


    without really thinking - heather was quite an impulsive cat who had no reason for plan - she sped towards the scene, expertly tracking it through moons of perfected and sharpened hunting. her paws traveling rather silently for one her gargantuan size. she looked like a lumbering bear, her feathery tail following her, a quick snake.


    pushing through the bushes and ferns, soon her head could be visible. her claws unsheathed, sharp as thorns as they glinted faintly. she narrowed her eyes at monte, but soon detected, much to her surprise, that cougartail wasn't attacking, and neither was the caracal whom was present. when she expected a bloodbath, there came conversation.


    being the ever impulsive cat she was, heather fixed him with a hard stare and seated herself near the edge, her feathery fawn tail lashed behind her. tilting her head slightly as she did whenever she asked a question, she faced the caracal with hardly any fear, since she was a bulkily built cat.


    "how do we know you're not a spy?" she mewed, frowning. she didn't care that the tom appeared tired and running from someone, she knew bloodclan to go to extensive odds to spy on the clans.
    [spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions

  • Just Something I can Turn To [o, Quails Death]

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]( rip quail, me boy )


    heather was simply minding her business. she was staring into space, her emeralline gaze swimming around as she glanced at quite literally nothing in particular. her tail twitched, a sign that she was still alert, her fawn tortie fur reflecting in the sun.


    her head swiveled around to face her backside, eyelids half open so her gaze didn't seem too intent. if it wasn't for the strange scent of wuail's body floating slowly down the stream, carefree as a butterfly, she would have turned her gaze back. jaw dropping open, she couldn't believe it. there was no mistaking the limp body, the shocked faces of her peers.


    quail. dead. the two words resonated in her head like parts of a sentence that didn't quite go together but still were true.


    she quickly got up and lumbered over, taking her time surprisingly. he was dead, she didn't need to save him or anything. but she didn't want to see the body. the unfocused eyes. the limp limbs.


    stopping besides aspenberry, heather's ears lowered against her skull as she simply stared at him. he had only been in the clan for a few days. starclan couldn't have taken him so early... she stopped the tears from flowing out the cracks of her eyes like two twin waterfalls, and prepared to take him out. hopefully that body would be warm, she wasn't there when he just suddenly died and had the concern of his body already decomposing.


    she, without a second glance at the two higher ranked cats, slipping into the water, paying no mind to the bristling sensation, water slapping her longhaired, fawn-colored pelt. she couldn't think about it too much without wanting to cry, so she quickly clutched the dead tom's scruff, and almost gagged. the scent of fresh death, the scent emitted in all prey she killed, was sharp in her nose. it was a scent that she had rather not scented.


    she slowly dragged him out, back legs propelling her backwards as she stared at the still-glossy, golden pelt of quail. he's dead. that kept ringing in the molly's head, like a war cry. she frowned, as her body soon came to greet the land and she surfaced, half of her fur wet as she released quail's scruff, letting him fall as if he were nothing more than a piece of prey. stepping back, heather could only realize that she could have done something to save the man.


    it was too late, came her chiding head's voice, and her brows thickened in frustration. you were always too late to the party.


    she simply sat there, paying her duties. she dipped her head low, saying no more as she grieved silently.


    may you be in a better place.
    [spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions

  • when you're lost and alone, (open + lost kit) carry onnnn, carry onnnn

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]( it's fine! <3 )


    lost.


    the first thought that raced in the femme's mind was that what self-respecting mother would abandon their kit like this. then again, she never really knew her mother. her gaze trailed off for a second as she contemplated what to do with the kitten.


    she couldn't just leave her here for the crowd to pick. but then again, she couldn't take cats in when leaf-bare wasn't quite over. she frowned, her features creased in thought. what to do, what to do? she turned her emeralline gaze towards the little kitten, her ears flicking.


    "hm. if it were me i'd take you in, but i can't speak for cougartail or smokestar." she mewed, her ear flicking as she gaze upon the distance. she couldn't see riverclan through the thick shrubs and trees, but she knew it was there.


    she aimed to pick the kit up by the scruff, comparing the weight to that of a larger bird. she didn't care if the kit squirmed, she pivoted around and began to head towards the familiar rivers, the sloshing sound comforting to the bulky femme's beating heart. crowd started to stare at her like they were expecting her to share, and she quickly sped away like a lumbering bear.


    crossing the stepping stones gracefully, she felt the slippery rocks under her claws and then the shoreline. she glanced back at fourtrees before dropping the kit to the ground. where was cougar and smoke anyways? she didn't know. she sat down, curling her feathery tail loosely around ripplekit, as to let allow the little kitten to be tempted to get swept away by the river, just like quail. she shivered as she remembered the floating body. she didn't want someone as young as her to end up with such an unfortunate fate.


    she turned to the kit again, noting how fragile she really was. her tail tip twitched, and she began to ask the kit questions. "well, scrap, while we're waiting, tell me your name." she said, eyelids half open in a relaxed manner.
    [spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions

  • I'M NOT LETTING GO (open, intro)

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]and this is why heather never wanted to have kits.


    heather heard of exasperated mothers complaining to their mates about how much they wanted their kits to just be good little kits. on the topic of that, did a good kit even exist. heather just seemed to encounter all the annoying little bratty kids, except for perhaps a few off the top of her head.


    heather heard the commotion from where she was sleeping. the bearlike cat's fawn-colored fur was glossy under the sunlight, like a polished stone. her eyelids half open, she stared at the cats going after the little kitten. she sighed, knowing she would have to help them, even if she had no idea how to take care of kits.


    exhaling, she stood up, her long fur flowing, a slight breeze swaying her coat slightly. she lumbered over, and as she got closer, she could spot the little troublemaker. the femme's eyes narrowed as she glanced at the brown dilute tabby pelt, before sighing slowly.


    "y'know, scrap, if you go out there, foxes and badgers could eat you in one gulp." she growled, not holding back. so what if she wasn't censoring things like a good little warrior, making kits believe that the world was just oh so jolly and happy? they needed to learn the truth, better now than never.
    [spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions

  • lord of wolves - open

    [fancypost= borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 450px; text-align: justify;]she didn't remember this cat, if he claimed to be forgotten. maybe he was just so forgettable. nevertheless, heather didn't like this trespasser, but she didn't like all trespassers. hated them, she didn't like how they thought they could strut all over someone's territory.


    heather's form became visible as she parted the ferns, glossy fawn fur shining like the shoreline. her eyes narrowed at the maine coon, and being born with gigantism, she was slightly taller than even the tallest maine coon.


    her tail lashed as she stood besides shalas, her teeth bared, glinting like pearly pillars. the she's flowing, plumy pelt swayed ever so slightly. "so, dawnguard." she hissed, accuentuating that name. "you here to wander aimlessly around here or what?" she hissed, feathery tail lashing.


    // ic opinions!
    [spoiler=tags 3.9.16]
    SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING -
    ★ heatherpounce | heathy
    ★ 36 moons | ages at rper's discretion
    ★ cisgender female | she her
    ★ panromantic pansexual | no crushes
    ★ maple [npc] x ixion [npc] | gen 2
    ★ sister to owldapple
    ★ trad riverclan warrior | former rogue/kittypet
    I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET -
    ★ is a big boofy teddy bear
    A LOADED GOD COMPLEX -
    ★ domestic feline [70%] | ref: pending
    - a fawn tortoiseshell with extremely long, silky fur. has gigantism, making her taller than the average cat. her eyes are a wide green color. she is a bulky, strongly-built femme.
    [color=#DDA0DD]COCK IT AND PULL IT -
    ★ semi-hard physical, medium mental
    ★ attack in hot pink
    ★ can powerplay peaceful actions