twolegplace YOU KNOW THAT IT'S COMING / strangers, again

[RUMBLERAIN]

The sun is rising by the time worn paws reach the reeking, too-smooth stones of Twolegplace. Rumblerain's jaws part in a yawn, briefly distracting them from the ache of their limbs. The trip had been simultaneously easier and more difficult: two sets of paws made it easier to traverse the territories, but the faster pace the two warriors had maintained was unforgiving. Rumblerain grunts as they stretch their hind legs.

"Hunt and then sleep? Or sleep and then hunt?" They muse, blinking towards their Clanmate. Their notched ear swivels, though, as an unfamiliar voice speaks up.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

• // @hollowcreek no need to wait! any twolegplace character may be the character who speaks up<3
  
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  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, leader of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single
  — speech is in #858AC0
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[hollowcreek]

( ✧ ) "Without Privetfrost we could nap in between. Surprised he didn't turn over and start trying to mentor you sometimes." The dark wine tabby was a workhorse of a cat, even more than Hollowcreek had been in the glory days of WindClan's strength. At least now that he was finally a warrior to accompany Thriftfeather's deputyship, DuskClan could feel more functional with the absence of their leader.

A gnawing sensation rolled against the pit of his belly, grumbling loudly in protest. "I say a good hunt will help me sleep at all."
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( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

 

[DISCO]

New faces weren't uncommon in the housefolks town... Owners got new cats all the time, but Disco always makes an effort to at least greet them and welcome them to the neighborhood- they would have liked it if they had gotten the same warm welcome, but oh well. That was nearly a full cycle of seasons in the past so they couldn't be too hung up about it.

They perch on a nearby fence, returning from an outing (which was much more of a brief morning walk than anything else) with a friend, and they watch as the two new cats converse between themselves. "Hello! Good morning!" they chirp, yawning whenever they mention sleeping. They hadn't gotten their long naptime in yet, no, and they certainly feel the exhaustion dragging at their bones. "You guys lost? Or just lookin' around?" their mirrorball charm clanks against their collar as they slink across the fence to get in a better spot, purring lightly as the sun hits their coat. "Haven't ever seen you here before." they don't smell familiar, either... But again, the twolegplace has many scents, many different cats. Perhaps they're just from one of the deeper dens, the ones further in to the land? "I'm Disco." how could they forget their manners?! They tack on a bit of a lackluster introduction, hoping that it prompts the two strangers to introduce themselves.

𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖦𝖨𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖨𝖳𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖤 ｡✩🍸📸✩｡ 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖫𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖨𝖭 𝖠 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖢𝖮

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  ❥ disco ✧.* smoke
  ❥ amab nonbinary ✧.* they/them ✧.* 24 months
  ❥ kittypet ✧.* former rogue
  ❥ tall black smoke with dappled white flecks and silver-y eyes ✧.* adorned with a rhinestone studded collar
  ❥ "speech, ff7396" ✧.* thoughts
  ❥ single ✧.* pansexual
  ❥ smells like vanilla & mint ✧.* warm & comforting
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[Coyotecrown]

Being inherently distrustful gave little room for optimism when a potentially friendly face shows up in Twolegplace, in this instance there was three. The collar on the third one indicated that this wasn't neccesarily a new face but rather a face that Coyote didn't care to see. Just another bumbling kittypet trying to walk in these temperamental lands and claim some semblance of bravery by doing so. When cats like her siblings, like her had been already doing this since their lungs graced the space around them with an intake of air.

"they look familiar enough with the area" this would have to do instead of a standard greeting, she keeps her distance from Disco. Yet nods at the strangers, it's curt but as friendly as the rogue is willing to be in this instance. "Are you going to offer them your home if not?" She sneers yet ultimately chuckles, despite her biting remarks she keeps her posture and body language placid. Throat still occasionally aching from that run in with SkyClan, she would rather not risk the opportunity to make it worse.

"I'm Coyote." Her gaze shifts to squint at the two other strangers, now that she knows the kittypet- Disco's name. There was a belief that since they were so forthcoming with an introduction then she didn't percieve them as a threat.

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• IC opinions only! Love you Disco <33

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• COYOTE
  She / her, Rogue, 16 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixen, Viper, Kite, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrike
  ✥A long haired tortoiseshell with hazel eyes | Judgemental and spiteful, a cat that lacks respect for others and refuses to feign it.
  ✥ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ✥ All opinions are IC only!

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