Posts by CASSIOPEIA.

She was nearly hypnotized by the quiet (or not so quiet) mewls coming from her newborn children. For moments she wondered if her slightly older litter was this cute before they were corrupted and most possibly turned into little demons. Her mind wandered for what felt like hours, her eye drifting shut as she so slowly fell to sleep. What woke her up, almost completely, was Lemon's fat leopard paws stomping on the ground and his voice calling so abruptly from the doorway. It didn't take long for him to slow down and see that she had taken care of herself for the most part, that the children were already here and any long monologue he may have had planned for how much of an idiot she was, was useless.

Cassiopeia's torn ears twitched when he asked about her. His thoughts were correct for the most part; while she was fatigued, she didn't resent the kids themselves. She loved them - something she had a hard time doing with her first litter and was struggling to get through with her second. But these six had flipped the final switch within her, whatever motherly tones that she had squashed over the years were being beckoned forth. But he was right in that she wished it was different. Not with Lemon specifically, but she wished she had gained these emotions with a loving father beside her. She wanted the warmth of an adoring mate, someone to thank her for the trauma she had done to her body, thank her for the life she, for the most part, created.

But that wouldn't happen. It was clear from day one that any fantasy of her having a significant other was a waste of time.

"Do you care?" she snipped towards him, tempted just for a moment to hide the children beneath her tail. However she is far too tired, far too gone to even try. She swallowed and rested her head on her paws, watching him shift and approach in a different form. Her lips formed a thin line and her eye turned away from him as he briefly examined the kids, their kids she would have to deal with. Healthy was all she had to hear, but of course he had to open his dumb mouth and speak. She held her tongue for just a few moments to get his litter size comment out of her head (what was she supposed to say?) and listened more closely to his question about names.

Her head picked up again and she looked over them, "I named... fuck, four of them?" it looked like they had moved around while she was dozing off, "Mmmm, this one, I named that one Serpens. And then, this boy, he's Pyxis. She's Eridanus," she paused for a moment, her lips parting in a yawn, "This one is Vulpecula. I just didn't name the two orange ones. Thought I'd give you a shot at a few," she mused quietly, as if using her voice and pointing out wriggling children was tiring her out.

She squeaked when suddenly, one of her older (slightly older) children appeared at her side. She winced slightly as he clambered atop of her and reached to grab his scruff, pulling him more onto her chest than her still tender stomach. His words were sweet, she'd give him that much, "Are you gonna teach them what the best food is?" she asked, looking at Gore with fatigued but vaguely interested eyes.

Cass knew she didn't want an apology. She knew (and learned the hard way) that the Clans of today had nothing to do with the Clans of the past. She could spout names out of her own ass of creatures who walked so that the rest of them could run, but no one would know them. No one would care. It was more often a waste of breath to expect someone of today to apologize for the wrongdoings of forever ago. Yet, somehow, she still got one. Half assed, perhaps, meaningless, definitely. But it showed this guy had some form of character, and she could learn to appreciate that.

She sat in silence as he listed what an associate was. It sounded like a knock off alliance to her, but truthfully she didn't care. It was another group to service and by the laws she stubbornly kept up, she had to service them. In the same breath, however, it would make it easier if the Cartel was in the least bit on their side, should anything abruptly go down. Sure, Breakout didn't offer warriors, but he did offer supplies and medics, and that was good enough for the suppressed warmonger.

"I think we're fine," she mused, "Becoming an associate sounds like a good deal. Granted I'm not too sure what you expect of us on our end, if anything at all," she continued. She wanted to make this work, either to secure the Wind Haven of today, or to correct the wrongdoings of the Cartel in the past, "Wind Haven does serve as a safe haven for anyone on the run or simply needing a place to stay. We extend the offer to anyone who wants to fuckin' take it, if I'm honest, but I'm sure we can alter it to make this a better deal on both sides."

Heavens above, this was spiraling out of control fast. Cassiopeia was content with being silent for the most part, however as S continued to antagonize her daughter (and, she guessed, her Advisors,) she figured she had to step in. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until the somali cat disappeared to leave behind them, then reappeared moments later in front of Cherrykit and Gore. Listing off the names of her children, just hinting at the disappearance of Aradia. It was digging deeper and deeper beneath her skin - perhaps that was the goal for the child. Well, if it was, she'd get what she'd wanted.

While the younger feline was in front of her and her children, Cass would lean forward, hooking a claw beneath the girl's chin. Her gaze remained for the most part indifferent, however her stance claimed to be hostile, her tail lashing behind her. The added affect of her red-tailed hawk drifting threateningly through the air would surely get her point across, "Listen, girly. Whatever game you want to play won't fly here. I'm not going to take care of someone else's mouthy mistake, you got that?" she wrinkled her nose up towards S, ear twitching, "I don't know if you think this behavior is cute and that your mind games are gonna get you a boyfriend, but tough shit, kiddo - it doesn't work. Either you shut up or you get the fuck off my border and head to some empty minded Clan that would love to have you."

Was her words a reasonable enough offense to not let her join? Maybe. She wondered vaguely if it had been any of their shared children - her's and Lemon's - arguing with the strange girl, if Lemon would've been on board with chasing her away. But, no. Just those of her's and the 'mystery mother's'. She moved her paw back to the ground, leaning back to sit down, "Now, if you have your attitude in check and are done fucking with my kids, Juba can show you to camp. Right, Juba?" she craned her head to look towards their Canon, not wanting this girl around her heated daughter for any longer.

"The whole lot of you are weird," a plastic robot, a child who acted far older than he was, a child who had a weird fascination with teeth, and her child - that should be enough to explain Cherrykit, truthfully. The young adult padded forward on heavy paws, uncaring for the thuds that they created. The questions were already posed for the most part, though Cass would've been find with Ninthkit simply ejecting the other from the territory from the get-go. She remained silent thereafter, waiting for the newcomer to speak.

bump again!

Cassiopeia figured she could sleep through the first tumbles and steps of her daughter's stubborn paws. However a paw to the throat, chin, cheek, and then a small but directly on her closed eye - no, she couldn't sleep through that, no matter how hard she tried. An angry groan left her mouth as she reached up her paws at her daughter, hooking them around her and tugging her away. If successful, she would try to place Cherrykit on the pillow right beside her face. A yawn would escape her mouth while doing so, but she picked up her head and shimmied the blanket down to better see her chatty child.

"Was Aradia still fat after she gave birth to you?" she asked, her tone snippy and her nose wrinkled up out of habit. She glanced over the girl's younger siblings, still sleeping the morning away, and became slightly jealous of them. She rolled her eye and looked back to Cherrykit, "When creatures get pregnant, they have to hold the babies in their bodies. So when the babies are gone the body doesn't need to be fat anymore. Does that make sense?"

It was too early for this sort of interaction, the young woman felt, but she wasn't going to nag the others about it. She sat out here instead of returning to her bed, so while she wasn't entirely at fault, she wasn't entirely thinking either. She shuffled her paws and instinctively glared at Lemon for a moment or too, only adverting her gaze when Lucent and eventually Callisto shown up next. It was a good plan, especially since food would soon thin out due to winter and mouths, "I'm sure Eldoris has kept up with it, if no one else," she mused quietly, "If any of you want to lead a small patrol there to sample what can be harvested, be my guest. I'll keep my fat ass here, though," she finished, fur fluffed out slightly despite there being no breeze.

Her attention was captured by her son, who was rightfully not in the conversation. It was obvious that he was slower than the rest of Aradia's spawn, though she counted it more as a blessing than a curse. She looked at the leaf for a few moments before shaking her head, "No, Gore. That'll crumple before it can get in the ground. You need seeds to plant," she hummed to her child.

oh that's so sad :c but yes!! cass is super blunt so it could work out that way. do you think you could make?

"This is fucking ridiculous."

She had left the camp for no more than an hour, a rabbit clenched in her jaws and her hawk soaring above with a few more kills. She had been too far to hear the initial thunderous rampage of the wolves, but the clashing of bodies and cries of children drew her close, her paws moving as quick as they could. And, hell, was this a sight to behold. She would only stare at the gnashing teeth and crashing bodies for a few moments before commanding her hawk to fight. The large avian would sweep and grab at wolves' necks, scraping at their tender skin and distracting them for others to get in their fatal blows.

"Juba, if my kids die, it's your head I'm putting on a pike. Get out of here, now!" she hissed in the direction of the maned wolf, who should entirely be able to carry two month old kittens. She had half of a mind to toss her daughter on the canid's back as well, but the thought was dashed as one of the feral wolves snapped their jaws mere centimeters from her neck. She grunted as she ducked, rolling away from the attacks that repeated thereafter. Her breath continued to hitch in her chest, her claws unsheathed and grasping at the dirt. She hadn't shifted into another body for battle in forever, preferring to mar her feline one with the battle scars, but this wasn't a choice she was allowed to make. There was a bigger picture to protect, and that was obvious.

Cassiopeia's body withstood the hits and bites it obtained while it grew and shifted. It wasn't long before she appeared as a dragoness, normal in her coloring and stature - nothing out of the blue as this wasn't a body she put much thought into. She leaned over and grabbed a pesky wolf in her mouth and gruesomely chomped it in half, the blood from the latter half of the corpse spraying and dribbling over her new scales.

slams in here

idk what about but we need a thread! >:0 perhaps cass can nag her more about her kids, or find her doing some weird things, or???? s can bother her and earn a verbal (or minor physical) lashing if it goes 2 far?? honestly its all up to u im Bad w thread ideas

i'm so bad with voice/faceclaims so i have nothing 2 offer :c

but she definitely sounds like a gremlin if that counts? lower pitched voice, scratchy, probably legitimately cuts off words (nothin', somethin') but i just don't write it out cuz im, lazy. maybe, accent wise, something was a slurred boston/new york accent? speaks pretty fast - unless she's not in the mood, then she's a s l o w talker to try & annoy the other person

Cassiopeia happened to be nearby, as always with these oh-so important situations. Her paws carried her quietly through the Garden of Eden, watching the children (some of her own) dance through the flowers. It was amusing for the most part because she could remember never doing such things, like playing in flowerbeds or wrestling with her siblings; but perhaps that was it. Her children would have each other, if she (or their father) was absent. She considered Cherrykit and her siblings a special case, since Aradia ousted herself from raising the unlucky bunch, but she hoped that they would at least get along with one another.

She fretted just for a moment that such wouldn't be the case.

"I honestly do not want to hear any arguing today," the tired young mother murmured as she came up behind her daughters and Grasskit, looking over the group with a disapproving gaze. Secrets, questions, whatever they were - they weren't meant to be bickered over. At least, not at this age. She turned her gaze slightly to Vulpecula, her tail twitching behind her, "Twilightzone is your grandmother. My mom," she hoped she didn't have to explain what exactly that meant to the kids, "She's dead though," she added moments after.

Cass wanted to attribute the random odds and ends in her home to her older kids and her rambunctious small family of birds. Paints and brushes still were strewn about from her older son's antics, and truthfully these bracelets could've been nabbed from any passerby with a fear of avians. So when she saw her daughter walking around, sporting the sharp anklets, she was less than surprised and slightly more worried for Eri's safety. The worry would pass through her gaze for only a moment, however, as she figured her children must have thick skin to be her's.

"And how many times will you hurt yourself with those, huh?" the mother asked her daughter, visibly unamused but slowly loving and adoring her many, many children.

So much for being the Exiles' 'favorites.' Cassiopeia knew where her children were, her hawk flying above and keeping tabs on most of them while the other lot was usually home, sleeping. So when she scented the Exiles, she took her time making her way to the border. She could blame it on the fatigue of being a new mother to eleven, perhaps, but she also lost care for her Haveners once those eleven came to life. Maybe in a week or so she would regain that fire to protect that she was so carefully cultivating, but not today. Unfortunate.

Cass stood on the border where the fur and blood lie, ears tilting backwards, "So much for a pirate," she muttered aimlessly. Maybe she was taking this too personally, still upset with Anna's insults towards her mother's Clan. Whatever the case, if someone else was to come forward and insist to bring the woman home, Cass would move to agree. Until then, she didn't mind allowing the pirate own up to her word and show off to the world what a pirate should be able to do.

'Hard job.' Cassiopeia would have to suppress a laugh if her child even suggested such of her. The hardest part of being the Vicar General was to not fall like those before her. The four men, Englishivy, Duskstar, Algernon, Jericho - they all were inadequate, but the longer she stayed, the more she lingered, the more it hurt. The hardest part was making sure her eventual decline made the hurt worth it. She didn't focus much on relationships, and truthfully in the future she would have to work on that, but she did focus on traditions, allies, parties. She was learning to love properly and make Wind Haven the place it was always meant to be - a home.

So, yeah. The woman had a hard job. Perhaps not in the fashion Eridanus believed, however, and definitely not looking like it as she attempted to nap so late in the afternoon. Her child called for her, and perhaps it was the curse of a mother but she awoke with no issue. Her body hissed and her mouth opened to let out a partial groan of annoyance before she rolled over in bed to look at her youngest daughter, stare into her hopeful eyes, and still almost have the capacity to tell her no.

"What's out in the meadows that you want to see so badly?" the woman murmured as she dangled her tail over the edge of the bed, humming quietly as it twitched and shifted.

Serpens i hope you don't mind that i made this!

Cassiopeia had no idea what it was like to have siblings. She had them, no doubt, and her mother just borne a few more for her to be partially jealous over. But none had stuck around when she was a child. She was the last remaining one, little Cassiopeia, while Lovekit, Sterlingkit, and Winekit drifted away. Lovekit was back in the Veil beneath the name Lovedove now - pathetic name for a plucky woman. And Sterlingkit became Sterlingsilver, crummy in every definition of the word. She was glad to not have been raised around him. And Winekit was supposedly, somehow, still Winepaw, the blink doing weird things to him. But he was gone once again.

She, for the longest while, was an only child. So she couldn't imagine what it was like for each of her children, to be one of twelve (including Nebula.) She had the urge deep deep down to coddle them each, to love them and care for them. And she would, most definitely. But the woman didn't know if she should initiate one-on-one time with her kids. Would they appreciate it? Her mind wandered as she laid in a warm sunspot in camp, hardly listening to anything but the wind.

hello everyone!! cassiopeia here is the current leader of wind haven! she also just had kids and is struggling with self love & self image. she would put her life on the line for her mother and for her kids but truthfully doesn't care what happens with her body. she believes that she is too unlikable and ugly to find true love (and, even when she did, they turned around and brutally murdered a few people so she had to exile them) so she's just.... so so so out of it atm. she's strong willed and exhibits boredom when confronted with anger/violence against herself (personally) or anyone she doesn't care about. she's.... a Lot ok, i'm rambling and idk if i've explained enough of her.

she's open to friends, enemies, frenemies/rivals, failed captures (@ her), spars, full on battles (1v1), love interests, talking about her kids, talking about her moms, beating up y/c..... a LOT okay!!! just ask, i'm excited

" AURUM "

Cassiopeia was slowly tidying up her cottage, as truthfully eleven kids (occasionally twelve with Nebula staying the night a few times) was creating more of a mess than she could personally deal with. When it was just her and her grime, she was fine. Hell, even when her first three spawn shown up, she was okay then, too. But now there were so many moving bodies and parts that she needed to tidy up, even if just a little. She stood up on her counter, holding a homemade duster in her paws and trying to reach some of the higher shelves of the cabinet.

Gore

Being only a few weeks older than one litter but several months younger than the other must've put her middle children in a tough spot. She figured stronger types like Absinthe and Cherrykit would've thrown tantrums by now, exhibiting behaviors that only show more and more of their cursed mother's influence. But thus far it seemed to be silence. Some bickering, some name calling, but overall silence. Perhaps it was because in the end, they were all in some form of fucked up family and they knew they would have to live with it. Or, perhaps, they tired themselves out far too much to fight one another on a daily basis.

Whatever the case, Cass figured above all, Gore wouldn't be the one to start the fight. An ugly thing to say, but Cass was confident in thinking her son was just too dumb to catch onto annoyed clues or general body language. She'd be one that she would likely apprentice to herself or one of her Advisors, when the time came, because he was simply to dense to hand off to someone inexperienced (and possibly as dense as him.)

thank you for everyone's participation!! i will be posting the event end thread soon and sending out the badges right after<3