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Wolf clutched a mouse in his jaws. He padded along the rooftop of the barn, and when he reached the end, jumped into the open area. Having had heard the leader's call, he dipped his head respectfully.
"But what of us that have no owners? We'd have nothing to gain by leaving. If you'd be willing to come to a agreement, then I'm sure most of us would be willing to leave.
Cracker
@/all the concerned cats, not sure if I’m supposed to mass mention [ probably not ]
Cracker turned , then shifted slightly. Her fur spikes up as she notices most of her acquaintances have left their places, and the barncat pauses before deciding to follow. Yellow eyes watch them as she quickly trails after, noticing how she’d unfortunately turned up late. She thinks of mewing an apology, but she isn’t sure of what they’ll say, so staying silent was the better option [atleast for her it was.].
But she still does it anyways, if anycat would even hear her. ”Apologies,” she mews quietly. Turning her attention to Twilightstar and occasionally lifting her gaze across the other cats, her ears perk as she takes in every bit of information.She feels her fur slightly bristle as the leader continues talking, not in annoyance, but pure confusion. They’ve only been here a few days, or maybe.. it only felt a few days? Opening her mouth to speak out, she simply closes it again, standing up. But again, they wouldn’t have any chance against battle-trained cats, would they? Ah, welp. It occurs to her she’ll probably have to give up earlier then expected.
Crackers head dips , and her gaze returns back to the older barncats. She pauses, sighing before flicking her ear. So they were going away? For a final time? She didn’t know how to feel about that. Right. The barn cat felt her tail droop as she searched for words. ”I used to live with no-furs. But I don’t think those words really help.I do still remember the street of where my no-furs den was, though.” The she-cat looks at her barn-mates and waited for their replies - maybe one cat would like to stay with her as they left, but the chances were probably not as good as she thought.
Snowy Skies listened quietly to Twilightstar, eyes widening when the older feline stated, rather firmly, that the barn cats would be treated as enemies. Why? Was there no way to reach a resolution? She cast a sorrowful glance at the barn, she rather liked living here. Sure, she missed her home sometimes, but in recent moons she’d come to see this place as her home. And it was already here, what were they planning to do with it? Her ear twitched thoughtfully. She wasn’t a confrontational cat…so she wanted to avoid a fight if possible. She turned her gaze back to Twilightstar, hope in her pale eyes. “Is there…really no other way?” She asked, knowing full well this…Leechscar might react poorly to her question.
Snowy lifted her tail, trying to show she wasn’t done speaking. “I know…it may not be my business. Not bein’ WindClan an’ all…but for my part I if it’s possible…I would like to live here peacefully with y’all.” She mewed, not sure if her words were making any sense. “What’re your plans with the Twolegs? ‘N the barn?” She was genuinely just curious. The male was ornery, he’d surely replace the missing cats with whatever or whoever he found. But he likely wouldn’t notice if they were replaced, as long as the mice were being hunted regularly. She doubted these cats, however skilled they might be, would be capable of taking the barn down. Or clearing these other animals, like Lassie. It would benefit them to have a cat or two here that’s familiar…right? ‘Specially if they ain’t hunting off the grounds of the barn.
But, that wasn’t really up to her. She cast glances at the other cats, but refixed her gaze to the leader. Ultimately she knew this cat would be the one to decide the things. “If it’s possible, I would like ta help y’all or form an alliance. Work somethin’ out.” If not, perhaps these cats would be willing to help her return home. But…she was hopeful. She dipped her head, showing respect to Twilightstar’s (obvious) authority. “If not, I understand. An’ if I could get an escort to this…Twolegplace, I might be able to find my way home from there.”
There was the ultimatum. Candy had lived with nofurs once, but he had left her behind many seasons ago. So she could survive in the area surrounding their dens fine, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu. It was a fight with some petty gang of cats that landed her back in the paws of some nofurs, and then here. The calm that was found here, before finding out about this group of cats had been nice. Candy wasn't much of a fighter, but she also didn't want to give this up without trying something.
It looked like some of the others were of the same mind. Nofurs were strange, and she certainly didn't like hearing that they were hurting these Windclan cats. It didn't really surprise her, considering what the tom nofur was like. "These nofurs won't be leaving easily, even if we do go. If we do go to their dens, they will surely bring more cats in. They may not be as sympathetic."
Hm, that last part have come off more threatening than she had intended. "We don't wish to fight. And with the harm the nofurs have done to your clan, I'm sure you don't want to see bloodshed either. Is there anything we can do to help, that wouldn't require us to relocate again? Since we've lived here, would our knowledge not be beneficial to you?" She looked to Snowy and Cracker, worryingly. "But if we must leave, then I will go with the others to make sure they're safe."
art by Daragca / GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t2
[ windclan tunneler apprentice | tomcat | 10 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
47/100
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Ohohoh... it was getting juicy!
He snickered in agreement to Gnawingpaw, glad he and his cousin were on the same page. But his attention was pulled as one Clanmate spoke after the other, retorting the barn cats. Grams was super cool; Dapplebreeze spoke with such smooth authority and calm that Gracklepaw was almost envious. The way he looked at her betrayed admiration.
But hey, he was sorta good at talking his way through things, too! Even if he knew little to nothing about this topic, other than these cats were intruders. See ya!
He would've opened his maw had Twilightstar not spoken. Deep blue eyes darted between the barn cats and his leader, wondering if a fight was going to break out right there. His paw pads were practically itching for it! Keeping his energy to little bounces in his step, his claws curled into the peaty ground as the tension held.
To be fair, Gracks was thinking that, uh... Snowy Skies?—(almost like a Clan name, yeah?)—had some good points. Maybe these barn guys could stay there and make sure the Twolegs don't do anything else stupid. But what did he know? Besides, the other few cats that were there had varying reactions, and he knew he saw one or two of them with ruffled fur. They weren't the only ones revving for a fight, heh.
Regardless, it seemed Twilightstar was resolute in casting these guys out, unless one of 'em could twist her tail at the end. The gray-and-beige apprentice couldn't hide the anticipation that bristled his fur and sparkled in his eyes as he waited eagerly for the final decision. Whatever it was, he'd be READY!!
"Which one are you goin' for?" He whispered to Gnawingpaw, eyes darting over the assembled barn cats. Sizing them up, making strategies... as reasonable as Gracklepaw was, and not a fiend for violence, he was just a young cat who desperately wanted his first real battle experience. Can ya blame him?
COBRA
Windy hills barn cat | 23 Moons | Tall, black tom with long fur and amber eyes
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Cobra's ear flicked and he looked around. A few more cats came out of the woodwork, Cricket amongst them who just up and left them, as Twilightstar gave her piece. Where were the others? He spotted Wolf and Cracker appear and start talking as well. He was more interested in the leader's words, though.
Snowy Skies pitched in a good argument. Cobra knew that, even if he did manage to find his old farm, it wouldn't be his home anymore. That old lady had been moving everything out of the ranch house when she gave him away to these no furs. Reaching an agreement of some kind... That was better than spending his days trapped inside like many cats he'd seen. Like his mother and brother before he had been brought to the last farm. The idea of losing what little freedom he had as a barn cat...
Well, it was preposterous.
The dark mainecoon shifted on his perch before finally jumping down to stand beside Snowy Skies while Candycane pitched in, as well. "I ain't got no problems with helpin' y'all out, however ya need," He pitched in, tail swaying behind him. The clan cats out numbered them for sure, now that Cricket was gone. Sure, they could fight back, but even if he did, it didn't sound like he would have everyone by his side. "M' ol' home is long gone, though. Ain't nowhere in tha' 'twoleg place' for me. There's gotta be something we c'n do for ya to change your mind." He said, looking over the cats. Being on the ground, now, felt even more like a disadvantage. These cats looked even stronger closer up.
He was really banking on Candy Cane's argument. The No furs had brought ten cats here on a whim. He doubted the male no fur would bat an eye at their disappearance. His mate might search for them. What if she found them and brought them back against their will? It would be an endless loop. The male probably would just snatch up more cats, too. "Us farm cats exist to keep mice from over runnin' the barn. We disappear, them no furs'll jus' find more cats t' drop off here." He offered, adding to the arguments already brought up.
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She'd readily agreed with her brother's statements. Exactly. Exactly like that. But this barn cat just had to go about how we offended them. Stars!? All we did was sit the hell down and asked you to leave OUR lands. If anything, the barn cats were the offensive ones. Getting dropped on our territory, just to feel entitled to the land that was OURS. Rookpaw could feel her fur ruffled before Dapplebreeze stepped in to de-escalate the situation. Admirable act but not achievable for Rookpaw. She was too bothered by the this mouse brain of a barn cat to even begin thinking of peace. Not that she'd ever be good as talking as the older ones. She'd like to be, but not today. Today she was more than a little pissed off.
After calming herself down, Rookpaw just copied the bored-like poker face her brother had put on, and waited silently. Silently but mentally seething at the logic of these cats. If you can be dropped here, you can be dropped anywhere else and do just fine. And alliance you say? What kind of alliance do we need that you can provide? Unless you can convince the two-legs to clear the traps and get you guys out of here, I don't see how we benefit from more prey stealing cats.
At least Mother was generous enough to give them an out, a reasonable solution to their problems. If Rookpaw dealt with them. No- nevermind. She doesn't have the patience to deal with these cats. All she would do now was continue her mental rambling while staring at these cats with a flat, disappointed expression on.
art by Daragca / GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t2
[ windclan tunneler apprentice | tomcat | 10 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
47/100
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Ohohoh... it was getting juicy!
He snickered in agreement to Gnawingpaw, glad he and his cousin were on the same page. But his attention was pulled as one Clanmate spoke after the other, retorting the barn cats. Grams was super cool; Dapplebreeze spoke with such smooth authority and calm that Gracklepaw was almost envious. The way he looked at her betrayed admiration.
But hey, he was sorta good at talking his way through things, too! Even if he knew little to nothing about this topic, other than these cats were intruders. See ya!
He would've opened his maw had Twilightstar not spoken. Deep blue eyes darted between the barn cats and his leader, wondering if a fight was going to break out right there. His paw pads were practically itching for it! Keeping his energy to little bounces in his step, his claws curled into the peaty ground as the tension held.
To be fair, Gracks was thinking that, uh... Snowy Skies?—(almost like a Clan name, yeah?)—had some good points. Maybe these barn guys could stay there and make sure the Twolegs don't do anything else stupid. But what did he know? Besides, the other few cats that were there had varying reactions, and he knew he saw one or two of them with ruffled fur. They weren't the only ones revving for a fight, heh.
Regardless, it seemed Twilightstar was resolute in casting these guys out, unless one of 'em could twist her tail at the end. The gray-and-beige apprentice couldn't hide the anticipation that bristled his fur and sparkled in his eyes as he waited eagerly for the final decision. Whatever it was, he'd be READY!!
"Which one are you goin' for?" He whispered to Gnawingpaw, eyes darting over the assembled barn cats. Sizing them up, making strategies... as reasonable as Gracklepaw was, and not a fiend for violence, he was just a young cat who desperately wanted his first real battle experience. Can ya blame him?
COBRA
Windy hills barn cat | 23 Moons | Tall, black tom with long fur and amber eyes
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Cobra's ear flicked and he looked around. A few more cats came out of the woodwork, Cricket amongst them who just up and left them, as Twilightstar gave her piece. Where were the others? He spotted Wolf and Cracker appear and start talking as well. He was more interested in the leader's words, though.
Snowy Skies pitched in a good argument. Cobra knew that, even if he did manage to find his old farm, it wouldn't be his home anymore. That old lady had been moving everything out of the ranch house when she gave him away to these no furs. Reaching an agreement of some kind... That was better than spending his days trapped inside like many cats he'd seen. Like his mother and brother before he had been brought to the last farm. The idea of losing what little freedom he had as a barn cat...
Well, it was preposterous.
The dark mainecoon shifted on his perch before finally jumping down to stand beside Snowy Skies while Candycane pitched in, as well. "I ain't got no problems with helpin' y'all out, however ya need," He pitched in, tail swaying behind him. The clan cats out numbered them for sure, now that Cricket was gone. Sure, they could fight back, but even if he did, it didn't sound like he would have everyone by his side. "M' ol' home is long gone, though. Ain't nowhere in tha' 'twoleg place' for me. There's gotta be something we c'n do for ya to change your mind." He said, looking over the cats. Being on the ground, now, felt even more like a disadvantage. These cats looked even stronger closer up.
He was really banking on Candy Cane's argument. The No furs had brought ten cats here on a whim. He doubted the male no fur would bat an eye at their disappearance. His mate might search for them. What if she found them and brought them back against their will? It would be an endless loop. The male probably would just snatch up more cats, too. "Us farm cats exist to keep mice from over runnin' the barn. We disappear, them no furs'll jus' find more cats t' drop off here." He offered, adding to the arguments already brought up.
Jackrabbit
Barn Cat
she/her | 28 moons
[Lanky brown tabby with cream chest, paws and belly fur and green eyes] Purrks: N/A
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Jackrabbit popped up behind the young grey and cream tom, sniffing at him for a moment before whooping and trotting around to face him. "I knew ya smelled like 'im! That nervous red guy, Hawksomethin'? Ha! Ta think that skittish lil thing raised such a fighter!" Her green eyes glinted, her lanky body moved in great loping movements as she headed back to her group. "Watch it, folks, the little one's itchin' ta git us." Jackrabbit jumped up to join Cobra on his perch, her cheery demeanor a little sharper now that the clan cats were back and, this time, not quite as friendly. "What I don't think y'all Wind-Cats understand is that there ain't no goin' back. You know where I came from? Somewhere that would blow your pretty little paws off. Nothin' but sand and dust and bone-dry brush all the way to the horizon. I had to be in a twoleg mover for a quarter moon to git here. We ain't got a clan like you--hell most of us don' even talk ta each other. If we gotta die either way, I don't know how many of us would choose to die starving in a ditch." Dying in an effort to stake their claim here might be better than suffering on the run for moons. And Jackrabbit sure as hell wasn't gonna stick herself in a damn twoleg den.
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He/Him | Barn Cat | 45 moons | Outsider
'Maybe if i were to kill the most important people in your life- everyone you ever loved, maybe you'll have some idea how I feel!'
``That's a good hypothesis, but you're already too late.``
'What..?'
``Everyone you're talking about has already been killed. I've been around longer than you have, kid. I've seen my share of troubles. Taken my own revenge too, it leads nowhere.``
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Archipelago only flicked his tail in response to Dapplebeeeze, staring intently at the two apprentices before the leader of this group introduced themselves. Twilightstar. Archipelago's gentler demeanor was now sharp and commanding, calloused as he intently stared down the leader, his ears perked and gaze sharp. He was not happy with what he's clan cats offered. "We all come from different backgrounds twilightstar, hut to throw us into a place so far unlike pur own is cruel and unfair. I would like to suggest, we help you remove these twolegs, but- in exchange, we are allowed to live here." He said, glaring at the leader.
"Otherwise, then we'll have to decline your offer." He snarled.
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☆-Moorsong-☆
[She/Her]
{21 Moons}
~Straight~
"You drew stars around my scars"
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Twilightstar's words were simple. Her offer, fair. Moorsong could empathize with the barn cats. Having been taken from their previous homes, just to now be getting pushed away from the home they had established here. Unfortunately, these cats didn't seem interested in the slightest, at the prospect of leaving, and at least the large, heavily scarred one, was already bent on violence.
Moorsong's silver gaze flickered around the barn cats, and decided to speak. "Fighting is the last thing we want to do," she mewed quietly. "We understand your circumstances, but ours aren't much of any better, and we have a much larger group of cats to care for,". The she-cat was already thinking about the implications during leaf-bare. Though it was a ways away, it would be here faster than she could say mouse.
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