Posts by .Dawnpaw.

MOOSECRASH ;;

-----> All Mo's life, he had known nothing else but his family. To watch it all come crumbling down...well, it ached. Still, the massive flat-faced persian stood tall beside his brother. Licking his lips, Moose stared around at the wide expanse of moorland. Already his large paws itched to run through the yellow grass, curious to see how it felt, livig so far from the forest.

When he glanced over at his two siblings, he felt a burst of relief. He would never, not in a million years, admit to feeling verwhelmed...but he certainly felt more confident having them by his side. even if Wolfsbane was always a pain in the tail, outsmarting Mo on more than one occasion and winning over Liverpool's favor. He snorted, but despite the blantant thoughts appearing on his squished face, the tom was happy that he was coming here with his brother.

Same went with his sister. He'd have a better chance at keeping her safe if she stuck close. He would feel a burst of sadness, thinking about his other sisters, unprotected...but quickly he blinked away his worry. Puffing ouot his chest and tensing his shoulders, he held strong. He wasn't going to let any feeling disrupt his manly stride!

So focused was he on his posture, he didn't notice the scent of other cats until his brother pointed it ouot. Immedietely, exitement flashed across his face as he lifted his snug nose and sniffed the air. Yes! More cats! He wondered what they'd be like. What it would be like to live with a bunch of non-blood-related strangers!

But, oddly enough, it wasn't a stranger whom first appeared. Despite Mo's memory being rather terrible, he recognized Poppywish immedietely. His heart always skipped a beat when he saw the beautiful chocolate molly. He was quick to shove it down, though. after all, she was betrothed to Wolfsbane! Still though, she was the first non-sister molly he'd ever met - could you blame him for wishing Liverpool had chosen HIM to be her mate?

Moose probably would've had a bunch of baby Mooses (meeses?) running around by now if so!

When another molly appeared, Moose's heart did a jump flip. Now, he definetly wouldn't ever forget THAT face! His sweet baby sister, citrus! She was alive!

He wanted to hug her! To squeeze her and tell her how much he loved and missed her!

Instead, Moosecrash loomed over to his younger sibling and aimed to smack her across the face with a heavy paw, "Watch your tone when you speak to your brothers!" he snarled. It hurt to have to hurt her, but how else was he going to remind her to stay in her place? She could get worse treatment if she kept forgetting...Oh, he hoped she'd forgive her.

Teeth bared, Mo snapped, "Now you answer ME - what are YOU doing here? Is this where you went after abandoning your family?"

"SPEECH"

(c)trexgirl

MOOSECRASH ;;

-----> Moose was not the brightest bulb in the shed, so he was quick to become overwhelmed as more and more cats arrived. But at his brother's level orders, Moose rose to his full height. Gigantisism ran in his family, and Moose's thick coat aided in making look especially burly and muscled. Teeth bared, his fur bristled as the strangers moved and barked at his sister - THEY had no right!

He was about to jump in and protect her, when Citruspaw suddenly started yelling. Moose winced, frowning deeply at his sister's unladylike behavior. These clan cats must not have been very good influences...

He was about to say something, when a diologue ensued between his baby sister and an unfamiliar - but very pretty (Moose! Focus!) molly.

Clearing his throat in fustration, Moose would step forward, staring down at the grey female, "When they speak out of turn, yes. How else are we to ensure they don't start fights they can't win? It's protection," he said, his words almost sounded scripted. He thought back to the time he had asked his father that same question after watching Liver smack their mother. That was the exact same answer he'd given Moose.

His fur bristled immedietely as the pretty molly poked at the wound. He shot citruspaw a look between a glare and a hurt question. He wanted to know that answer as well... The family had been so happy before, why did Citrus leave...?

Glaring heartily at the molly, Moose pushed out his chest, "Our mother killed our other mother, that's why," he said, ignoring the urge to choke on the painful words. Keeping strong, Moose continued, "and we came to join because we seek community." his eyes flashed, confusion brief in his chestnut optics before replaced by anger, "Fine, we'll deal with that. But if your she-cats hit US, we reserve the right to do the same. Our family knows only to put cats in their place so long as we know our own as well."

He didn't understand why these cats were so adamant about unruly she-cats but...He looked at Wolfbane, wondering what they should do. Should they just take Citrus and leave this abhorrent place?

"SPEECH"

(c)trexgirl

MOOSECRASH ;;

-----> Moose shot Poppy a shocked look. Had she honestly been that unhappy? I mean, they'd given her shelter, taken her in willingly to be part of the family. She ahd found love in Wolfsbane! Or, even if she claim she hadn't, she could've! Besides, as long as you were well fed and taken care of, what else could she want from them?

fur bristling, Moose would swing his head towards his sister, glowering at her vague answer. Turning back to Poppy, he lashed his stub of a tail, "Of course we didn't come here to punish you guys! We didn't even know you WERE here! We simply wanted a place to stay and we heard clan cats sometimes accepted those in need," digging his sharp claws into the soil, he turned his stare to the unfamiliar cats around, "What rules of yours have we broken? I don't see why we're being so harshly received when we've done nothing wrong!

"SPEECH"

(c)trexgirl

MOOSECRASH ;;

-----> Moose was stood stock still, completely struck dumb by this turn of events. Why was HE the bad guy here? They’d only been following the rules! “We don’t treat them like objects,” he exclaimed, shaking his head, “we honor every one of our family members- do you not cuff your kits when they speak harshly to you? Or if they make you worry for Moons because they ran off without a word?” Moose looked down at his sister, then back at the Tom. His paws itched to fight this out, like they did at home when they were angry and at odds. But apparently they were the only ones who did that. Such a notion was hard for Moose to wrap his head around.

Shaking his great skull Moose would try:

“Look, we’ve come a long way. We’ve lost everything. At least give us a trial period- a chance to prove ourselves useful, “ he mulled it over his next words, then let out a reluctant huff, “let us see what your clans way is like - what’s so wrong about OUR way.”

"SPEECH"

(c)trexgirl

MOOSECRASH ;;

-----> Mo flattened his ears, glaring at the two mollies. He looked over at his brother, but only for a moment. Whether Mo was alpha or not ( and he liked to think he was) the decision was final. “Are all you clan cats like this?” He would ask, eyes narrowed. If all the clans held similar ideals then fine, Moose would conform. Though the thought made him extremely uncomfortable. Hopefully all they really wanted was less smacking - he could do that, he didn’t even enjoy putting mollies in their place anyway. Though the idea of such delicate mollies hunting and fighting did make him shudder. Shaking his head again, he stepped forward, “fine, I’ll work to follow your rules. You basically just want me to keep my paws to myself and my opinions on shecats silent - sounds stupid but fine I can do that” he sighed heavily, “as long as I can be with my sister”

"SPEECH"

(c)trexgirl