Near the forests edge lays a moss covered hollowed out log. You can hear the ocean wooshing nearby as it laps the shore. Here seems to be less chaotic than the predator filled forest. A scent hits your nose. Someone lives here. But who? Would you care to find out? A torn collar can be seen on the ground, as nature slowly claims it as it's own.
Fisk lives here! But who exactly is Fisk? Fisk is a loner living alllll by himself out here. He is a former kittypet.
Current Residents.. 1/3
Fisk (Of course)
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Sova walked through the forest. Food... Food... She needed food! Food for her and guests. The sound of rushing water came to her pricked ears. She crouched and went to it. A cat. There was a cat. "Who are you?" @CollapsingStars
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Sova walked through the forest. Food... Food... She needed food! Food for her and guests. The sound of rushing water came to her pricked ears. She crouched and went to it. A cat. There was a cat. "Who are you?" @CollapsingStars
Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (inactive)
Fisk turned, startled by the cat. Did.. she not smell him? Maybe. Didn't matter now, she's already here. The cat eyed her, tilting his head. "Well, I'm Fisk. Who are you? You snuck up on me, y'know." He scowled slightly, who was this she-cat? Was she here to fish too? He didn't know. Didn't really care, as long as she didn't attack him.
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Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (inactive)
Fisk turned, startled by the cat. Did.. she not smell him? Maybe. Didn't matter now, she's already here. The cat eyed her, tilting his head. "Well, I'm Fisk. Who are you? You snuck up on me, y'know." He scowled slightly, who was this she-cat? Was she here to fish too? He didn't know. Didn't really care, as long as she didn't attack him.
"I'm Sova." She stood straighter. "I know I snuck up. You think I'm dumb?" Sova snarled. "I've got cats to feed." Charcoal and Froggy. There was probably much more cats to come though.
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"I'm Sova." She stood straighter. "I know I snuck up. You think I'm dumb?" Sova snarled. "I've got cats to feed." Charcoal and Froggy. There was probably much more cats to come though.
Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (inactive)
Fisk's eyes narrowed. He had a scowl on his face as he eyed the she-cat. "Sova. Nice name. How exactly do you plan to feed those cats? If you're planning on hunting where I currently live, feel free. But I don't want to deal with you snarling at me when you're on my land." His stump wiggled in a lashing motion. He was not pleased in the slightest about this cat. Not one bit. "I'm not here to start a fight. I assume you're not either. So you need to calm down."
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Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (inactive)
Fisk's eyes narrowed. He had a scowl on his face as he eyed the she-cat. "Sova. Nice name. How exactly do you plan to feed those cats? If you're planning on hunting where I currently live, feel free. But I don't want to deal with you snarling at me when you're on my land." His stump wiggled in a lashing motion. He was not pleased in the slightest about this cat. Not one bit. "I'm not here to start a fight. I assume you're not either. So you need to calm down."
"Thanks." Sova mumbled. "I'm sorry. My brother is injured, a-and I don't know what to do." She shook. She really had no idea how to heal Char. Char was super hurt, and she had no idea what to do. "I'm sorry if I came off as rude."
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"Thanks." Sova mumbled. "I'm sorry. My brother is injured, a-and I don't know what to do." She shook. She really had no idea how to heal Char. Char was super hurt, and she had no idea what to do. "I'm sorry if I came off as rude."
Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (inactive)
Fisk frowned, "No.. I understand now. You're just stressed out and that's perfectly understandable. Have you tried experimenting? I've seen.. some strange smelling two-legs rub something on another cat or dog and it makes them feel better slowly. I don't know what would emulate that out here." He thought for a moment, "What type of wound is it and where is it located? I assumed a little that it was a wound and not a sickness, apologies if I'm wrong. I don't know herbs, I don't know any at all but I've seen cobwebs. If its.. bleeding maybe try those? They look similar to what my Twoleg would use when he was sick. Or maybe.. Moss? It's pretty absorbent. But maybe that wouldn't work?"
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Amneme
(No Header Yet)/ Genderfluid (H/S/T) / Barely 7 Moons / Outsider; Rouge / Panromantic
Longhaired cat with light cream and dusty brown fur, black points, and a black-fur ‘mask’ over his eyes. This same black is seen in fawn-marking-like splotches on his back and flanks, and his eyes are a pastel blue.
“The living are just the dead on vacation. Why bother looking down on one or the other, huh?”
~ Amneme
✽❀✽
The skeleton made his way slowly but surely away from the Tattered Timber again, moving underneath the treetops and forestry above. He raised his head just slightly to give the streaks of sunlight streaming through the occasional gaps in the leaves of the trees, deep blue gaze uncharacteristically bitter and irritable. The dusty brown feline truly way not sure how much more of this he could take- of ignoring his hunger and bets and he could, of feeling his gashed head through and burn more and more each day, of hopelessly trying to hunt with no knowledge of the wild, feeling the could sink down through his skin, deep into his bones until he went numb. It was terrible, of course… but what was there to do but desperately search for prey that he would never find, for the slightest scrap of knowledge of the hunting world that he might have acquired in his life before his unexpected knock to the head. They turned their head down to face the ground again, exhaustion lining their eyes as they did. And as they continued along through the woods, pelt dirty and hope nearly drained, they began to feeling the usual twisting and tearing of their stomach as in demanded they find the self something to eat. An image shot through Amneme’s mind momentarily, idea of a meal, freshly prepared and waiting in silent patience for her consumption- nothing more than and unrealistic vision of her starved, struggling self to wish for her self. She pictured in for a second of two, before shaking her he and slightly to get rid of the thought entirely, but part of in still hung out somewhere in the back of her mind and refused to live. There was absolutely nothing that the spotted feline could do to achieve such an image, was there? With her lack of strength, power, and knowledge, she was almost sure to die of out here and moment now. And of course, who would care? She could not grieve her own death, could she?
But then just as she stumbled forward after stumbling over an other stray root, when she found her balance, she came to an abrupt stop. A somewhat foreign scent had come through the air along the wind, hovering around Amneme for just long enough for her to identify what she was smelling, even tasting. The air that had swept past her had a certain salty tang to it, quite clearly having something to do with sand and sea. Amneme reached into their faulty memory, locating the image of the beach and the ocean, and it wasn’t long at all before their eyes fluttered open wide with surprise. Curiosity began to creep hesitantly into their expression as they began to think. Might I be nearing… the coast? The shoreline? That’s unusual- but convenient nonetheless. I never knew the sea was directly beside the Tattered Timber’s section of the woods… The hairs rose slightly on his neck, and his eyes sparked with excitement. Lovely! If I can’t successfully hunt out in the forestry, maybe I’ll have some luck with the fish! As much pleasure as this idea brought him, Amneme could not help but feel slightly stupid, oblivious to the scene just outside of his Tattered Timber cottage. Now that he had properly located the beach-ly memories back in his mind, Amneme remembered that certain creatures and vegetation thrived near the beach, and the same creatures/plants liked to hang about his cottage back at home. It was a miracle that he was only noticing how close he was to the sea now. Chances were, he would return to his home later and come to find that there was in fact that faint scent of salt carried in the breeze from the sea, and he had simply been too busy worrying for his own life and personal health to pay it much attention until this happier point in time. How very exciting.
Amneme felt a smile slip onto her face as she located the direction of which the salty scent had been most prominent, and joyfully, she began to stride her way over towards the smell. Tasting the air as she went along, she suddenly found the energy to move efficiently and gracefully, the blood flowing through her legs and pelt bushing up against the cold. Her hunger faded into something merely irritating that nipped constantly at the edges of her stomach, but now, the priority was reaching this mysterious beach. She ran along through the forest, and the sharp scent of salt grew until it was nothing if not obvious, and eventually, the sound of waves and a smooth tide joined it. Amneme was glowing. Suppose I learn to fish… I’ll never starve again, will I? Assuming I never make the dumb decision to completely abandon my lovely Tattered Timber- unlikely! Very, very unlikely! When the sight of the sea and sand itself met his gaze, filled to the very rim with anticipation, Amneme slowed his pace, catching his breath and cringing a little as he suffered from another twist of his stomach. The cramp passed by as always, and once he had gotten over it, with a long blink, Amneme looked up towards the beach, beaming with curiosity. No, I think I’ll be just fine here. Starved, pfft, sure- I’ll learn to live. I’ll learn, I’m sure… just takes some effort. With that last thought, they priced on into the sand, straight skin and bone, ignoring the hunger that started to sting their entire body as they felt their feet reach the sand. Amneme blinked again, and mumbled to themself in odd satisfaction, “Oi- salty.”
This was when they caught sight of a fish. Perfect, a first start! Amneme overestimated himself immediately, and without a second thought, he went flying towards the coastline, ignoring his lack of energy and leaping into the waves with ready claws. Naturally, he landed on his face into the tide, and the most he did was brush the frightened creature with the edge of his muzzle. After some awkward thrashing and chomping in the growing waves, Amneme made the realization that the terrified fish had darted away from him, and he had no chance anymore. He swore, and then proceeded to struggle against the tide, frustratedly and weakly pulling his way towards the sand again.
// Got a little lazy there at the end, yikes. Powerplay permissions granted IF you’d like Fisk to grab the kid and save him from the shallow tide ^^. \\
Amneme
(No Header Yet)/ Genderfluid (H/S/T) / Barely 7 Moons / Outsider; Rouge / Panromantic
Longhaired cat with light cream and dusty brown fur, black points, and a black-fur ‘mask’ over his eyes. This same black is seen in fawn-marking-like splotches on his back and flanks, and his eyes are a pastel blue.
“The living are just the dead on vacation. Why bother looking down on one or the other, huh?”
~ Amneme
✽❀✽
The skeleton made his way slowly but surely away from the Tattered Timber again, moving underneath the treetops and forestry above. He raised his head just slightly to give the streaks of sunlight streaming through the occasional gaps in the leaves of the trees, deep blue gaze uncharacteristically bitter and irritable. The dusty brown feline truly way not sure how much more of this he could take- of ignoring his hunger and bets and he could, of feeling his gashed head through and burn more and more each day, of hopelessly trying to hunt with no knowledge of the wild, feeling the could sink down through his skin, deep into his bones until he went numb. It was terrible, of course… but what was there to do but desperately search for prey that he would never find, for the slightest scrap of knowledge of the hunting world that he might have acquired in his life before his unexpected knock to the head. They turned their head down to face the ground again, exhaustion lining their eyes as they did. And as they continued along through the woods, pelt dirty and hope nearly drained, they began to feeling the usual twisting and tearing of their stomach as in demanded they find the self something to eat. An image shot through Amneme’s mind momentarily, idea of a meal, freshly prepared and waiting in silent patience for her consumption- nothing more than and unrealistic vision of her starved, struggling self to wish for her self. She pictured in for a second of two, before shaking her he and slightly to get rid of the thought entirely, but part of in still hung out somewhere in the back of her mind and refused to live. There was absolutely nothing that the spotted feline could do to achieve such an image, was there? With her lack of strength, power, and knowledge, she was almost sure to die of out here and moment now. And of course, who would care? She could not grieve her own death, could she?
But then just as she stumbled forward after stumbling over an other stray root, when she found her balance, she came to an abrupt stop. A somewhat foreign scent had come through the air along the wind, hovering around Amneme for just long enough for her to identify what she was smelling, even tasting. The air that had swept past her had a certain salty tang to it, quite clearly having something to do with sand and sea. Amneme reached into their faulty memory, locating the image of the beach and the ocean, and it wasn’t long at all before their eyes fluttered open wide with surprise. Curiosity began to creep hesitantly into their expression as they began to think. Might I be nearing… the coast? The shoreline? That’s unusual- but convenient nonetheless. I never knew the sea was directly beside the Tattered Timber’s section of the woods… The hairs rose slightly on his neck, and his eyes sparked with excitement. Lovely! If I can’t successfully hunt out in the forestry, maybe I’ll have some luck with the fish! As much pleasure as this idea brought him, Amneme could not help but feel slightly stupid, oblivious to the scene just outside of his Tattered Timber cottage. Now that he had properly located the beach-ly memories back in his mind, Amneme remembered that certain creatures and vegetation thrived near the beach, and the same creatures/plants liked to hang about his cottage back at home. It was a miracle that he was only noticing how close he was to the sea now. Chances were, he would return to his home later and come to find that there was in fact that faint scent of salt carried in the breeze from the sea, and he had simply been too busy worrying for his own life and personal health to pay it much attention until this happier point in time. How very exciting.
Amneme felt a smile slip onto her face as she located the direction of which the salty scent had been most prominent, and joyfully, she began to stride her way over towards the smell. Tasting the air as she went along, she suddenly found the energy to move efficiently and gracefully, the blood flowing through her legs and pelt bushing up against the cold. Her hunger faded into something merely irritating that nipped constantly at the edges of her stomach, but now, the priority was reaching this mysterious beach. She ran along through the forest, and the sharp scent of salt grew until it was nothing if not obvious, and eventually, the sound of waves and a smooth tide joined it. Amneme was glowing. Suppose I learn to fish… I’ll never starve again, will I? Assuming I never make the dumb decision to completely abandon my lovely Tattered Timber- unlikely! Very, very unlikely! When the sight of the sea and sand itself met his gaze, filled to the very rim with anticipation, Amneme slowed his pace, catching his breath and cringing a little as he suffered from another twist of his stomach. The cramp passed by as always, and once he had gotten over it, with a long blink, Amneme looked up towards the beach, beaming with curiosity. No, I think I’ll be just fine here. Starved, pfft, sure- I’ll learn to live. I’ll learn, I’m sure… just takes some effort. With that last thought, they priced on into the sand, straight skin and bone, ignoring the hunger that started to sting their entire body as they felt their feet reach the sand. Amneme blinked again, and mumbled to themself in odd satisfaction, “Oi- salty.”
This was when they caught sight of a fish. Perfect, a first start! Amneme overestimated himself immediately, and without a second thought, he went flying towards the coastline, ignoring his lack of energy and leaping into the waves with ready claws. Naturally, he landed on his face into the tide, and the most he did was brush the frightened creature with the edge of his muzzle. After some awkward thrashing and chomping in the growing waves, Amneme made the realization that the terrified fish had darted away from him, and he had no chance anymore. He swore, and then proceeded to struggle against the tide, frustratedly and weakly pulling his way towards the sand again.
// Got a little lazy there at the end, yikes. Powerplay permissions granted IF you’d like Fisk to grab the kid and save him from the shallow tide ^^. \\
// Holler at me if I’ve done something wrong, lol. Sorry for the wait. <3 \\
(I don't mind the wait dw! Fisk's morals wouldn't allow him to leave Amneme out there!)
Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (active)
Fisk had spent his time trying to figure out what the other cat before him was doing, he hadn't even noticed the younger cat. As he slowly picked up on the smell, he turned towards the ocean. The monstrous sized cat made his way towards the sea, eyes searching for the second smell. It was.. a cat right?
Fisk had noted some splashing. Who the heck is dumb enough- Never mind that. His pace had sped up as he ran for the ocean. The tide was unforgiving, he learned that pretty quickly when he was a kittypet. Now he has to save some idiot that hadn't figured that out just yet. As his paws hit the wet sand, he hurried his pace.
Fisk forced his way against the sand, as the sand shifted and moved it would be hard for a cat unused to such a thing to get their footing. But not him. He continued to make his way through. Once he reached the young cat, he grabbed them by the scruff.
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Once they reached the shore, he carried them a bit further. Setting them down on the sand. Didn't want the water to reclaim them. Fisk shook off his fur, eyes staring at the young cat. He guess they were a kit by their size, maybe a tiny bit older. Skinny. Very skinny. He spoke, "Were you trying to fish?"
(didn't realize you said shallow so I had to delete a bit of this, apologies LOL)
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(I don't mind the wait dw! Fisk's morals wouldn't allow him to leave Amneme out there!)
Fisk
Loner |14 moons | Any/all pronouns
Purrks: Go with the flow (active)
Fisk had spent his time trying to figure out what the other cat before him was doing, he hadn't even noticed the younger cat. As he slowly picked up on the smell, he turned towards the ocean. The monstrous sized cat made his way towards the sea, eyes searching for the second smell. It was.. a cat right?
Fisk had noted some splashing. Who the heck is dumb enough- Never mind that. His pace had sped up as he ran for the ocean. The tide was unforgiving, he learned that pretty quickly when he was a kittypet. Now he has to save some idiot that hadn't figured that out just yet. As his paws hit the wet sand, he hurried his pace.
Fisk forced his way against the sand, as the sand shifted and moved it would be hard for a cat unused to such a thing to get their footing. But not him. He continued to make his way through. Once he reached the young cat, he grabbed them by the scruff.
{Powerplay perms were given by the roleplayer!}
Once they reached the shore, he carried them a bit further. Setting them down on the sand. Didn't want the water to reclaim them. Fisk shook off his fur, eyes staring at the young cat. He guess they were a kit by their size, maybe a tiny bit older. Skinny. Very skinny. He spoke, "Were you trying to fish?"
(didn't realize you said shallow so I had to delete a bit of this, apologies LOL)
Amneme
(No Header Yet)/ Genderfluid (H/S/T) / Barely 7 Moons / Outsider; Rouge / Panromantic
Longhaired cat with light cream and dusty brown fur, black points, and a black-fur ‘mask’ over his eyes. This same black is seen in fawn-marking-like splotches on his back and flanks, and his eyes are a pastel blue.
“The living are just the dead on vacation. Why bother looking down on one or the other, huh?”
~ Amneme
✽❀✽
Only once the waves and the tide were crashing against his sides did Amneme truly come to terms with the fact that he was stupid. Or, more specifically, he was too overcome by exhaustion and desperation at the moment to have the clear mind that he would have liked to have. Disadvantaged by his own inability to feed himself and add some much needed skin to his visible bones, though shallow, the edge of the sea was winning the fight at the moment, dragging him back each and every time he advanced on forward towards the sand. He had never been one to adore the sea, and he hadn’t the slightest idea how to swim, leaving him to trash and tug at the shifting pebbles and shells beneath his feet, under the heavy waters of the sea. The feline was much too small and feeble to successfully navigate through this mess, even thought the water rarely fell over his head for too long. They found their current situation to be a bit more irritatingly tiring than genuinely frightening, as the salty water of the sea swept across their face, leading to a mouthful of sandy liquid. As she spat and grimaced, Amneme forced her attention back to the sand that lay out and ahead, scanning the beach for any sign of aid or support, somebody to guide her back to shore. However, it seems that they beat her to it. It wasn’t long before an unfamiliar figure moved its way through the sea in Amneme’s direction. It forced its way forward as Amneme proceeded to struggle against the water and sand, until finally, it was close enough for Amneme to get a good look at it.
Much like herself, Amneme found that this was a feline. Relief came flooding down over them in an instant, and they relaxed against the tide just slightly. It was nice to know that some foreign, marine creature had not found her before this stranger- Amneme had no desire to discover the terrors of the deep ocean anytime soon, certainly not today. Finally, the feline figure reached them, and with an awkward, slumping smile, Amneme attempted to request their help with their words, but the only sound that left them was a scraping cough, one full of salt water. But fortunately, luck came Amneme’s way, and it seemed that the stranger had picked up on the message anyway. It wasn’t long before they had him by the scruff. Just like that, Amneme was saved, and stiffly, they quit trashing and kicking, allowing themself to be dragged through the tide, towards the safety and security of the dry sand up ahead. As a pair, the two moved away from the heart of the ocean, and Amneme shut her eyes against the incoming waves, paws brushing against the sharp shells at the surface of the wet earth down below. The stranger heaved them out from the water, across the wet sand, carrying them along across the beach. Without much else to do, Amneme continued to cough of sea water, leaving a salty track of the stuff behind him as it rained down from his thick pelt. As they coughed and hacked, the stranger brought them along further across the beach, reaching a safe distance from the ocean itself. In the final moment of being dragged/carried, Amneme managed to find his voice, though raspy and nearly breathless, and quickly, they thanked the older feline. “Oi- thank you so much, thank you- ow-”
When the stranger set them down against the sand, Amneme simply slumped down onto it with a plop, just like a dead fish, leaving a puddle of seawater to gather around her as she did. There, as she adjusted to the transition between howling waters and slight, soft breeze, she forced herself to breathe evenly, not bothering to shake out the water from her hair. The stranger, on the other hand, shook their fur, staring in the their direction. Then suddenly, they spoke. Amneme shifted his heavy head slightly to get a better look at their savior as they spoke, blinking one eye at a time, exhaustion clearly lining his gaze. The stranger asked them whether or not they had been attempting to fish. Amneme had lost track of his original intentions, and it took him a moment of tired, slow thinking to truly recall what he had gotten himself into this whole situation for. After a second or two of tightly shutting his eyes and reaching far back into his head, Amneme remembered that yes, yes he had been trying to fish. Failing, sure, but yes, attempting. Her blue gaze shot open wide again, and with a small smile, Amneme explained briefly. “Yeah, actually- y-yes, yes I was. Not well, unfortunately… just trying to find something to…” After a brief pause, she simply said, “…to eat.” Amneme then glanced briefly at their ribs, before landing their attention back on the stranger. They dipped their head low, and once they lifted it again, forcing as much gratitude into their tone as they possibly could, they thanked the unfamiliar feline again. “Thank you, again, and I do apologize- truly. Stupid of me to do such a silly thing, I’m sure. I got a bit desperate, that’s… all!”
The long haired, cream pelted tom-cat finally hauled himself back up and onto his feet with a grunt of effort, wavering slightly on unstable legs. They shook as much water as they could from their pelt, nearly toppling over again in the process, and once they were finished, they stumbled back into a proper stance, regaining their balance. Once they were secure, they took a deep breath and looked back in the stranger’s direction. “Well, I suppose if I’m dumb enough to run head first into something as risky as that, I’ll deserve whatever natural consequences I get. Nature’s way against me by this point in time- who knows if I’ll even be awake any longer by morning.” She laughed an unusually optimistic, accepting laugh, and then she changed the subject. “Guess I’ll starve. But you- I’m sure you’ll do just fine, yes? Speaking of you, could I get your name, perhaps? I’d much like to know it before I get myself killed in some other way, see?” Amneme tilted their head, smile still traced across their face. Then he waited.
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