Posts by Caribou

Pesto's maw was zipped into a flat line as Sarathi approached. The tuxedo tomcat watched the Skull deputy approach, and he tucked Lemonkit underneath the hanging fur of his white belly- to the disdain of the resting kitten, who chirped in confusion. He was sure the young she-kit was getting hungry by now, but it was difficult enough for him to confront the queens to ask them to nurse. Out of the corner of Pesto's green eye, he looked up at Sarathi, not a cold expression, but one of brief examination.

"Helix will not be going anywhere with a paw like that, like she said." He murmured tucking his head to watch as the lilac kitten waddled back and forth between his forelegs, her tail tickling his stomach. This time his meow was more of a husky whisper, "I'd need a caretaker for Lilac, then I can come."

[ Toffee | Housecat | 10 Moon she-cat | Healthy ]

The dreary, rainsoaked weather hardly deterred the gleeful she-cat on her quest to adventure about the territory that lay so close to her twoleg's nest. The black shingled roof of the building could easily be seen from inside the Sunclanners' land, with it's steeply pointed top and round glossy window in which she napped eagerly in the rays of the bright and cloudless mornings.

Of course, with no sun protruding from the heavy, ominous clouds which spewed cold rain down across the land, Toffee's nap was postponed for another day, and she had cheerfully padded out her flap-door and into the chilly weather. After moving into this new nest with her housefolk only a few sunrises ago, the cinnamon tabby and white had few acquaintances, only one small housecat who she had met only briefly.

But of course, as she had only recently arrived in this new twolegplace with her family, Toffee was unfamiliar with clan life, and hadn't known the troubles she could have been causing as she had begun routinely marking objects between her yard and the Sunclan border. She assumed it was all her land, her home, and she liked it.

Happily, the she-cat's golden eyes peered down at her matching gold pendant which swung on her collar, it's unique fish shape had intrigued her since she had gotten it as a kitten, and she treasured the shiny trinket, even as she padded through unknown territory with it dangling proudly across the white strike of fur on her chest.
"Raining today, but I don't mind." Toffee's bell chime voice rang in a sing-song tone, and her tail swung happily above her.

With a skip to her step, the young cinnamon tabby trotted happily through the mass of raindrops that sputtered left and right on the grass, and on her pelt. Her golden eyes searched the slimy, mud slathered blades of grass, watching as they bowed with each drop that fell upon them and flung back up once the water had dripped off. As she slowed down, Toffee couldn't resist the urge to shake the clinging wetness from her fur, and the housecat let loose a torrent of mist as she quickly vibrated her tabby and white pelt.

Taking a few great bounds, the she-cat's golden fish-pendant clinked with a bright sound against the loop, and the dark magenta collar swung around her neck. Landing on a strip of matted grass, the slime underneath unable to penetrate, the kittypet lifted her head, the strong scent of an unfamiliar cat catching her attention readily, and her round-tipped ears perked curiously.

A greeting came from Toffee's left, and she swung her round head around to meow a greeting in return. It took her a moment to locate the source of such a feral scent and meow, but soon her bright round eyes found the tom, his brown tabby fur blending in with the murky sodden terrain.
"Hello sir, didn't think anyone else would be outside today." With a welcoming smile on her white-tipped muzzle, the cinnamon cat copied the movement of his snakelike tail.

[ No Name | 20 Moon Queen | No Clan | Has Amnesia & Heavily Pregnant ]

The windstorm had begun during the night, whipping through the trees on the mainland, where creaking rotten oaks twisted and coiled in the darkness, in the growing storm. In the cloudy night, a tiny blue queen had stopped at the edge of Shimmer Lake, to refresh herself with the cool water. Already wary from the wind that forced the branches to tilt and sway, her attention was focused on a large pine, instead of where it should have been- on a dry old birch behind her.

With ease, the birch tree had split, it's dry, sunbaked trunk hurtling towards the lakefront with little more than the snap of twigs. As the tree slammed itself into the beach, and the water, branches broke off and the trunk split down the middle, knocking the tiny she-cat into the water. With most of her energy being taken to the unborn kits in her stomach, of which were in danger already from their mother's fall, the queen struggled to stay afloat, her only option being to latch her claws into a piece of driftwood.

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With the storm retreating alongside the night, the miniature blue queen washed up ashore on StormClan's island, still hanging wearily to the birchwood raft. Her head swam as if she was still in the water, a sharp ache in her ears rung loudly, and her soft green eyes closed with an exhausted heaviness. While listening to the rushing of waves that washed on the shore of the lake, the she-cat dropped her head, breath slowing as she let the gentle sounds send her to sleep.

So I assume that deaf cats cannot be warriors, since they cannot hear commands or predators, but I read that some deaf people can hear bass sounds and/or really high pitched sounds.
If a cat has this kind of deafness, where it can hear varied frequencies, do you think that they might be able to reach warriorhood? (Given the mentor has either a high-pitched voice or a low bass tone)

At his explanation, Toffee let her muzzle widen in a hearty smile, and through it, she chuckled quickly when he shook the water out of his own brown tabby coat. The spray quickly fled, incorporating itself with the rain which surrounded them, and dripping into the mat of grasses that lay stomped beneath their feet.

Opening her eyes, the golden orbs watched his face whilst he asked of her name. For a moment she hadn't acknowledged his question- moreso wondering why a cat's face could resemble an owls, as she had seen on a few cats- more she-cats than toms however.
"I'm called Toffee," She meowed, easily inching a few pawsteps closer, as to not speak over the pitter-patter of rain. "Footloose is a unique name if I've ever heard one."

Though truly, the cinnamon tabby had never heard of names such as Footloose, or any prefix-suffix names. While living with her twolegs, the cat had only once ever seen a cat who lived truly wild, and her name was much less intriguing than that of clan cats. She let her tail flick over her head for a moment happily, the water gathering in the ruddy fur as she inhaled briefly to try and identify the tom's scent. Almost immediately she coined in that the oriental tom smelled not of the dry indoors, but the damp expanse of territory which spread out on either side.

"You live out here?"

Dogpaw had been sniffing along an old weasel trail when the first of the pawsteps alerted his ear. The other, still flopped over, failed to react as usual. Tensing his muscles, the dull dark red tabby peered between the dried reeds that gave way to riverclan's territory.

On the other side, the young tom saw the vague silhouettes of Shadowclan warriors, their muscles taut and claws unsheathed. Short-furred tail quivering in shock, the young apprentice raised his muzzle, teeth bared as he called out an alert,
"Riverclan, danger! Shadowclan is attacking!"

[Dogpaw | 7 Moon Tom | Apprentice | Insomnia]

In a small nest tucked in the far back corner of the apprentice den, a small, dark red tabby with short, thin fur had made his nest. Fearing sleep, the tom had lain himself in a most static position for a cat. Crouched down, but without his head against the soft bulrush fuzz and moss. He resisted sleep, he did, and Dogpaw knew that if he set down his small red-furred head, the tom would be whisked away into a torrent of taunting, gory nightmares of which he had come to believe had no end.

His small yellow eyes had sunken slightly, rimmed with darkness from lack of sleep, and lack of food. His stomach churned beneath him at the simple thought of prying open a freshly caught mouse.. But if he ate, he would become even more tired, and if he became exhausted.. Then he would be consumed by his terrifying dreams of bigcats, towering and menacing with a maw set full of teeth, bloody and gnashing bones of their prey...

Dogpaw gave a terrified shiver, his nest rustling as he tucked his skinny tail, petrified of what may come to haunt him in his sleep. Whimsylocket, my Mother in the Stars.. Why must I be tortured by my unconscious..?