Posts by heruakhety

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    HAWKHEART —

    "Good!" Hawkheart straightened a bit, pushing down all those sucky emotions, "How uh, how are you doing?" He'd known Ravenleaf, distantly, for...a long time. Even before he'd been made deputy. They'd had different circles at the time.

               


    CRAGFUR —

    Cragfur pushed themselves to their paws, from their comfy little spot outside the elders den. They'd had Hawkheart put a nest out there. Always hated sharing stuffy little dens. Especially all alone! Huffing, they made their way over to the fresh-kill pile, acknowledging the other two there with a flick of their tail, "G'morning, youngsters." Wait. They weren't that old. Cragfur stared down into the pile, fighting the urge to scrunch their face up.

               


    PYRE —

    "And when do I get paid?" Pyre crossed his legs, idly watching the bodyguard? Butler? He was buff enough yet well-dressed enough to be both. Huh. The man clasped his hands behind his back, mouth turned down in a slight frown.


    "You'll be paid when Niele's safety is confirmed on arrival to each city." The stout man glanced to the door behind him, "The rest of your company should arrive soon."


    Pyre rested his head on the back of the chair, turning his attention to the large window framing the room. He hummed absently, watching the bustling street below. Partners made his job easier. Less work, more chances to do...what he pleased.

               

    HAWKHEART —


    He cracked a smile, resisting the urge to give Ravenleaf a friendly shove. "I'm surprised you don't have any muscle from running around with your nose in the dirt for herbs!" Or at least, that's what Creekclan's medicine cat had been like. Troutleap had always been one of the larger clan cats. Even if they spent most their time in the medicine den.

               


    CRAGFUR —

    Cragfur softened toward the two mollies, tucking themselves under their bushy tail. They held their tongue, deciding the wisdom of a cranky single elder wouldn't do here. As much as they did have good advice. And not just because they were an elder! They dragged a starling out of the pile, absently munching down.


    tags[/url] + storage + plot


    JAY MONTOYA —

    "New? I-" Kim turned his attention on the final cord, managing to rip it out with Estrada's help, "I'd have to check the maintenance manifests." He flipped around the console, nabbing the little tablet he carried around, hurriedly tapping through files.


    Estrada glanced out the command center's window, hair coming loose from her bun in the frenzy. She walked over to the wall in a quick few strides, tapping the button, "Get the Ruby shut down, I want everything checked over. Twice." The various maintenance crews and engineers bustled into activity, turning attention from painting and touch ups on the other two jaegers.


    His foot banged on the hatch, and he sighed, sucking in his bottom lip to chew at the skin. Jay hung for a few, trying to hook his foot under the hatch's handle steadily enough to open it. "Fuckin' can't ever make this easy-" His foot slipped, and he gasped, pulling himself up on the ladder in panic. "God, today sucks."

               

    PYRE —

    The fire genasi straightened up in his chair, face brightening at the new additions in the room. The gubutler? Buguard? Seemed taken off balance by the two's sudden appearance, clearing his throat after a second. "We- yes, Mr. Dorrington. Miss Cassum. The man scooted a little forward into the room away from the door.


    Pyre stood up with a flourish, taking a little bow with a small smile, "Pyre, at your services." He sent a heavy wink in Andrew's direction. Adding one toward Ilana, almost on an afterthought.

               

    PYRE —

    "There'll be two more arrivals before we begin the debriefing." The gubutler? said, resuming his stern straight post against the wall a few feet away from the door.


    Pyre tilted his head a bit, focusing on Ilana, "An...air genasi?" He stepped closer to Ilana, examining...something. "And I'd thought I'd be the only unique party member this job." A little smirk, somewhat charming? Or challenging. Could be both.

               

    CRAGFUR—


    Cragfur gave a slow blink to Hornetwhisker, with a surprisingly gentle smile, "That would be lovely." They gave a small dip in Sandy's direction as they approached, letting out a little mrrow, "I remember when Hawkheart was a kit. I'm sure yours will be even more of a pawfull!" Kits we're always a welcome sight in any group, even if they were a ragtag group of strangers.

               


    SWEETWOOD


    Dust sweeps up along every horizon you can see, the red sand stains your paws. The desert, Utah, is a dangerous, barren place to the stranger. Nature is built to survive here, and it won't tolerate just anyone moseying round' its parts. Your parched, mouth drier than all the sand around you, and just when you think you can't make it one more step without a drink, you stumble on it. Sweetwood.

    TERRITORY


    Good ol' Sweetwood is buried nice and deep on the edge of Utah. A jewel in the dunes, Sweetwood is an ghost town, forgotten with times passing. A stream cuts around the back of the old buildings, diverged from a rapid river north.

    RELIGION


    Sweetwood doesn't have a name for their beliefs. All we know is that you don't go out at night too long, and you don't go some places. We an't particularly religious folk, don't mind cats who are. But lord help those who go and poke their noses where they shouldn't.

    TRADITIONS


    Half Moon is a celebration in the honor of a long forgotten sheriff. Cats gather in the saloon, kick on the piano and enjoy as much food and puddles of liquor they can manage. Big blankets are dragged into the bar awaiting the big cuddle piles sure to happen.


    Full Moon is a more quiet night. Everyone's holes up in their beds. No one except a few leave, ready to listen and watch the lights of the Canary Cave.


    Duels and Chance, determine just about any large choices and disputes in Sweetwood. Duels are battles between two cats, sometimes serious, sometimes light. While Chance involves dice scrounged up from the saloon. Everyone picks a number on a six sided die, and it's tossed to determine the outcome of many decisions and groups.


    Names come in my flavors, but any and all kids can chose to replace, add too, or keep their parent given names.

    CURRENT RANKS










    RULES


    1. The roleplay/plotting will be on the discord server!

    2. LGBT+ characters are a'okay, and encouraged!

    3. Disabled characters can be any rank.

    4. Keep your posts about two - three sentences!

    5. Reservations last a week!

    6. Try to keep to around three to four characters max.

    7. Swearing is 👌

    8. Try to keep your prefixes different, but one or two repeats are fine!

    9. Names must be western themed, and can one or two parts! (ex. deadwood, monday, etc.)

    10. Forms should be posted on the discord server! Feel free to track this thread for updates!


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