There’s always something new to try. I’m hungry for all of it!

⋆⋅❆⋅⋆ ❄️ ⋆⋅❆⋅⋆

"I'm sure you will, you'll certainly be more eye-catching." Hailstrike commented, the way she looked was nothing special aside from 'looking sort of like Boldstar' so Cricketkit's splashes of ginger and chocolate would certainly catch glances when she's older, well, as old as Hailstrike is anyway. But she had a feeling that Cricketkit was still learning how the world worked, how old cats really were. Hailstrike wouldn't spoil that wonder yet, it wasn't her job to do. 

When Cricketkit raced over to the entrance of the camp, Hailstrike gave a steady trot after her, at least it began that way. She wanted Cricketkit to get the best head start possible, however, when the torbie kitten made her way to the entrance of camp, Hailstrike ran, making it seem as if she had been running for the whole time Cricketkit had been running. When she arrived at the camp's entrance, she feigned heavy breath, slouching as it to try and catch a breath that was always there. "Stars you're fast! I could hardly keep up with you!" Hailstrike cheer, 'breathlessly' as she flicked her tail from left to right in barely contained enthusiasm. 

Hailstrike looked down at Cricketkit with a smile, for a moment, she imagined herself having a litter of her own, but she shook that away quickly, she still had to make her mark as a warrior first... and she would need to befriend a tom for that anyway. She let a chuckle free for a moment before turning back to the green eyed kit. "What game do you have in mind now? Cricketkit?"

Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

｡ ₊°༺ ☀️ ༻°₊ ｡

Emberdawn watched as Flickerkit scoffed down the vole and a smile teased his lips, his eyes softening as he watched Flickerkit took a few sips from the pond. But that didn't stop him from observing the other things around them, he didn't want another hawk to think that Flickerkit was a free meal. After all, it seemed like she was feeling a little better about everything. This will impact her for a lifetime, but Emberdawn wanted to make sure that Flickerkit knew that she was safe in her clan, treasured by her clanmates. That was the most important.

"You are very welcome." Emberdawn replied, it was soft, almost a whisper but the words were there, and hopefully they weren't spoke to e ignored. Emberdawn crouched down to Flickerkit's level, which wasn't so low anymore in hindsight. She had gotten so big now. And it she would only grow larger and stronger over time. He would be interested to see who her mentor would be when the time came. "I'm always happy to be of help to you and all your siblings, Flickerkit, it's the least I can do." he added, lifting himself back up and shaking out the mostly white fur.

Emberdawn glanced back at how far they had travelled from where the feather lay and then back down to Flickerkit, his bicolor eyes softening further at the kitten's innocence, sombered by the death of a cat that shouldn't have died, he had a lot of apologising to do... in due time. "How about we go grab that feather and show you siblings and Cloudflare, yeah?"

Righto mate!
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

 

Quoll looked up, startled at the sound of a voice. The words were familiar in an odd sort of way, for the most part, but the way they were said was all wrong. “Uh… what?” the young tom meowed in confusion. The snow mink bengal sat back on his hind legs and stood up, swaying as he balanced on two paws while trying to see and smell the cat who had quite suddenly appeared on his border. “Mmm who’re you? An’ wha’ ‘n da world are you saying?” Quoll dropped back to his four paws and tilted his head.

Despite the strangeness of her way of speaking, the sleek tom found himself more curious and bewildered than afraid. He trotted closer and evaluated the possibility of jumping up to join her. He had never stood on one of his borders like other cats had and he was very tempted to do so, but he flicked a paw and chose to sit down instead. Truth be told, he had always been afraid of seeing what was beyond the boundaries. His old friends had always had such wonderful tales of the world beyond and he didn’t want to risk taking away the beauty of his own imagination by actually seeing it. Not to mention he had never tried to jump that high and he simply didn’t want to look like a fool if he failed to make the jump elegantly, or at all.

“Can’ say I’ve smelled you before, mate. Wha’s ya name?” Quoll chirped brightly. As odd as her way of speaking was, he didn’t want to be unfriendly. “Also! ‘Ave ya seen Manny about? The old bugger is usually tryna get my grub by now, but he ain’t been about from the looks o’ things.” The thought that something had happened to his friend made the pale tom duck his head somewhat, concerned about the she-cat’s potential reply. “Also wha’ happened to muh tree? Where da maggie gonna sing from now?” It could be said that one of Quoll’s default reactions to uncertain situations was to blab about and ask questions until he found his footing in the situation.

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

༄✧･ﾟ:✿ :ﾟﾟ･🦋༄✧･ﾟ:✿ :ﾟﾟ･

It had been some time since Duchess had visited Noah, been a while since her paws had carried her far from her ol' farmhouse actually. It was nice to go out every now and again, especially to visit one so close to her as Noah is. However, while on her way, a new pelt caught her eye, the scent was just as new as the smell was. Her hazel eyes turned slightly to spot him, a pale cat with darker brownish rosettes, she definitely hadn't seen him before. A thought crept over to her, it might be nice to be one of the first cats he had met, a friendly face to greet him in his new home.

She halted her fence-hopping at his own fenceline and looked down at his with a welcoming smile. "Well, I'll be! Look what the fox dragged in." She chirped, flicking her black and white tail, but not jumping down to invade the space. If she wasn't welcome, she'd happily make do with visiting a single cat today. "A new kitty-cat comin' to Whitehart, bless your heart." She chirped warmly as her paws held balance on the fenceline.

Her muzzle drifted down to him, he seemed, concerned? Confused? Upset? She expected that of a newcomer, a lot of cats don't really know where they are when the humans move from one place to another. She knew she would if the old folks at her farmhouse were to leave with her and her ma. But that was no reason to be unwelcoming. "Reckon this is your first rodeo, stranger?" 

Retirement? I prefer ‘extended vacation with benefits.’
✧ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ❦ ⭒ ♦ ⭒ ✧

Tangleloon shivered when she bent to groom the rain from his curls before a small laugh took him. Oh, it tickled! His grin lingered but as Laetitia spoke of heirs and suitors and litters chosen for her something set in his jaw.

Still...he didn't pry when she waved it away. Instead he leaned theatrically against the fencepost, nearly sliding off it entirely before correcting himself at the last second. "Such a noble burden...Meanwhile my Clan expects me to rest on my laurels."

When she spoke of her offer, the triangles of his ears perked with surprise. "O-Oh!" He half stammered, a rare moment when he felt lost for words. Echos of the Code flashed in his mind, pricking the ends of his curls like the prick of a bramble.

"A soft place to rest...Well, as long as you don't convince me to abandon the waterways forever. My warrior ancestors would...disapprove."

He hopped lightly down from the fence, paws sinking into damp garden soil as he peered toward the manor with obvious fascination. He would have fearlessly led the way...if he wasn't a bit hesitant still.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

✿.｡.:*݁🌺*:｡.✿

Coyotebloom nodded at the plan, it was solid, and if there were that many mice in the den, then the wouldn't need more than say... two or three. As long as they left some to reproduce and continue the species for future prey. "I'll chase them out, you could catch as many as you can. But they will likely avoid their nest when some escape. So if you're happy with going back to camp after that, I think we would have made a good haul for the two of us." She suggested, it was meant to be light, an offer to share tongues at camp if not anything else. "Maybe we could share a squirrel or a bird. After Orchidflame and the elders have been fed of course."

When they arrived at the mouse den, Coyotebloom's ears twitched, not only could she smell them, it was potent, she could hear them too. The chittering and shuffling of the mice crawling about in the den, unaware they were being targetted. "I'll wait for your signal." she whispered before slipping into the shade of the tree above and hey orange eyes locking onto the entrance of the little den, she saw the light on the other side, hoping it would soon be blocked by Skyblossom.

And so, the pale she-cat waited, letting her muscles loosen for easy movement. She would wait for Skyblossom, after all, this was a team effort, they wouldn't be able to catch any of these mice without the other, after all.

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❀ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖

Cottonbright's smile lifted as Bayflower entered the water, their face a mess of emotion. Was she this hesitant to go into the water when she was an apprentice? Probably not so much...but it was too terribly endearing watching the black cat test the waters, so to speak.

She didn't want to abandon them, so she stuck close as she waded in the shallows and finding footing. "We're here so d-don't worry." She tried to reassure, as those lime eyes flicked to the shore after Goosesong had spoke.

She wouldn't let anything bad happen to Bayflower. She pushed off again and paddled around, swimming parallel so Bayflower could view the nuiances.