Closed The Colony BELIEVE IN THE WINDS OF CHANGE [ gentle ]

[scalejaw]

☆ Scale's eyes were half-closed when she knew someone settled down next to her. Feathered ear twitched, head turning up to view her smaller friend- bushy and white-furred. Gentle was a constant in her life, ever since she arrived here after leaving her family behind. A friend who offered a smile when she needed it- and she did what she could in turn. Most prey caught was split between her and Gentle, leaving their hunger sated. Whichever leftover she caught went directly back to the Colony's youngest.

"Long day?" She chirped at him, eyes shifting back forward- languid paws stretched and a breath left her, eyes shifting to close moments later. The sun was setting, there was no gnawing aches of hunger at her stomach. Things were... okay, beyond the tension that lived outside of their little bubble. She knew that soon it would reach them. Soon, she'd have to participate. Put what fighting skill her father engrained into her to use for once.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I FEEL THE NIGHT LIKE ☆ A DRINK GOING DOWN

• "speech"
  // @GENTLE
  

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• SCALE she/her, colony cat, 30 moons.
  ☆ A SH/LH chimera cat who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. She is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ mentored by tba / mentoring no one
  ☆ siblings to tba
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GENTLEFLAME]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The snowy tom settles down beside Scale without much of a sound but she easily knows that someone has sat near her and his whiskers twitch in brief amusement. Her pelt dark like a night sky itself whilst his own takes after the moon and stars that scatter in the darkness, she has an easier time hunting than he does. The chimera could blend in with her surroundings while he stuck out like a sore thumb but he makes up for it with tracking and his fighting skills, at her question, his mind comes back from where it has originally drifted away only to blink his earthy eyes at her "Yeah... I needed to make sure Dove and Grace had a bite before the sun rests." A small smile forming on his face at the mention of his two littermates, he knew that they could handle themselves a lot of the time but the large tom couldn't help but worry. Especially with how things are going for the colony with Fray sick and growing weak, he wonders how much more life the old tom has in him even if it may be a morbid thought to dwell on.

"What about you? Anything exciting happen?" He finally asks her only to tilt his helm to the side and steal a glance at her noting how she seems at ease, it makes him feel just as relaxed. Of course, his questions are probably dumb since there isn't much excitement to have when the leaf-fall breeze only provides chills and soon enough it'll start to get cold enough that frost bites at the foliage and forms onto the ground. He knows that he might do a lot better in hunting when that day arrives especially since he'd blend easily into the snowy surroundings yet the downside is prey becoming more scarce and hibernating until newleaf. "Leaf-bare is going to be upon us soon..." Gentle mumbles rather dryly only to let his large paws shuffle awkwardly on the ground as he thinks about their situation once more and it causes his smile to falter.

I KNOW IM MADE OF CLAY THATS WORN 𓆩✦𓆪 BLINDED BY THE IMPERFECT FORM

• ooc —

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  WARRIOR SKILLS;
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  HUNTING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  TRACKING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  COMBAT
  
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  STEALTH
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  STRATEGY
• 
  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✦ 28 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ demiromantic bisexual ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed

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[scalejaw]

☆ Her head dips briefly as she receives the response from her friend, warmed at the thought that he was taking care of his siblings. He had a heart, something that Scale enjoyed about him. Her ear twitches as he continues to ask a question, and her vision shifted amongst the colony cats that were settling down together. There was so many of them these days, she wasn't sure how much longer this was going to continue before it broke. A frown crossed her face briefly. "Nothing really, no. Same old hunt-the-same-prey-as-someone-else bit." She breathes a sigh.

His mumble isn't unheard, but it goes unresponded to at first. Her eyes are scanning their colony-mates still, her paws pressing to cooling ground. "It'll be here before we know it." She finally agrees after a long few moments of silence. Her eyes shifted, turning towards the star-pelted tom beside her. "You'll keep us all warm, right, Gentle?" She teases quietly, a smile on her features that lilts towards a smirk at best.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I FEEL THE NIGHT LIKE ☆ A DRINK GOING DOWN

• "speech"
  

• 

• SCALE she/her, colony cat, 30 moons.
  ☆ A SH/LH chimera cat who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. She is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ mentored by tba / mentoring no one
  ☆ siblings to tba
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GENTLEFLAME]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — It seems that the same days are draining or that's how he feel oftentimes when some hunts prove to be fruitless and unable to find the smallest scrap of meat. It doesn't help that the colony sits idly waiting for Fray to get better but with the slow approach of frost and chilly winds, he knows that hope would be for nothing. They're sitting ducks that are slowly beginning to starve from the lack of resources and it wouldn't be long when cats grew aggressive towards one another due to the food shortage. Gentle tries not to think about it but he nods slowly at what she says and offers a faint smile "And spending time with same ol' me." His voice lightly teasing her though he appreciates her company as much as any other cat, he tucks one of his limbs underneath his large body to keep them from shuffling on the ground too much.

She agrees with him and he wishes that it wasn't true, a part of him wishing that he could close his eyes only to reopen them to see the new life that newleaf would bring. A dumb wish in the end as his prayers go unheard and instead, he prays that leaf-bare wouldn't be so harsh on them this season. He briefly thinks of Serpent who looks like she'll pop any day now but once more, he tries not to linger on these things. Gentle knows that Hawthorne would be able to provide for his own mate to ensure the several of their unborn kittens, that's what any father should do for their children and yet, he thinks of the bad timing and how the kittens would likely suffer from the cold or worse. Whatever worse may be.

Scale teases him in return and its enough to make a snort of amusement leave him only to tilt his helm to the side if truly considering the possibility of keeping everyone warm "Perhaps, I could try. I'm warm and fluffy enough, I think." A jest of his own only to cast his earthy toned eyes in her direction and twitches his whiskers as he murmurs with a lopsided grin "Of course, only if you help me in keeping everyone warm. Two bodies are better than one." His front limbs extending forward in a lazy stretch and allows his head to rest on them while looking up with his eyes, the sun turning in for the night to make way for the moon. It's light casts down onto Scale and makes her glisten silver under the rays of the moon, there's something ethereal about how she looks now.

As if he's died and an angel from the heavens has come to grace him with her otherworldly presence that thought alone makes him want to snort but he stifles it, he thinks about the colony once more wishing that the state of it wasn't so hopeless. "Do you believe that things will get better?" Or worse. But the other part is left unspoken yet the way his smile seems to falter is enough to show that somethings wrong and its plaguing his mind as he mulls it over. If things get worse, well, he doesn't know if he could risk the well-being of his sisters and would probably try herding them away from what they've known for part of their life just so they could survive another day. But the thought of leaving those he has come to know and befriend seizes at his heart only to make it ache terribly, it would be a hard choice to make in the end.

"I pray it doesn't get worse." He says finally unable to think of what else he could say in this situation, he knows that he has likely dampened the mood and for this, he utters a quick apology "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a downer. I suppose that I worry too much." Or maybe, he worries the right amount but he doesn't know though he's certain that either of his littermates would tell him to try and ease his nerves or try not to think about it. He attempts it but the thought forces itself to the forefront of his mind and a rough sigh slips from his jaws.

I KNOW IM MADE OF CLAY THATS WORN 𓆩✦𓆪 BLINDED BY THE IMPERFECT FORM

• ooc
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• 

  WARRIOR SKILLS;
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  HUNTING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  TRACKING
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧
  COMBAT
  
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  STEALTH
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  STRATEGY
• ✦ ( I WILL TRUST THE ARTIST MOLDING ME ) gentlestorm ; warrior of thunderclan
  
  
  ✦ cismale ; he/him ; 28 moons old ; ages the 27th every month
  
  
  ✦ a large, longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white markings and brown eyes
  
  
  ✦ gentlestorm's a very warm and friendly individual to those he meets. he's very social and willing to lend a paw if anyone needs it. he's someone that puts others before himself and a self-sacrificing individual that will shield others from harm's way if he can help it. it's very rare to earn his ire.
  
  
  ✦ demiromantic bisexual ; currently interested in no one
  
  
  ✦ older littermate to grace and crying dove ; currently mentoring... N/A
  
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking ; difficult in combat/specializes in heavier attacks, his size, and strategy
  
  
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed

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[scalejaw]

☆ He teases her- a warm feeling spreads in her limbs, the relief of knowing she could enjoy his company without pressure. A snicker leavers her, bumping her shoulder against his. "I like same ol' you. Don't change. I'll get a headache if you do." She replied, tone warm and mirthful- despite the growling in her stomach soon to return, she was feeling just fine with him around.

Her tease lands as she means it to- a grin spreads over her face as he begins to respond. Then, he is teasing her back. Two bodies are better then one. Her eyes blink and widen briefly, turning towards him. Surely he didn't mean that as in- a breath is taken, and Scale takes it in stride, humming in response. He's lain his head down, but Scale shifts and turns, the side of her flank pressing against his. "Oh, are they now? Who told you that?" Her tease is traded like it was natural, like this was normal for them. Maybe it was, but it was a rare thing.

There is a brief silence, then his words slip out, and she is tossed into the tumultuous doubt once more. ".. Things always get worse before they get better, Gentle." Her voice is more solemn then it was before, and her eyes shift towards him, even as she is settling down. The kits that some cats are expecting, the already famine-like conditions, the tensions rising- something had to be done. It must have been in her eye, the way he scrambles to apologize, and her head shakes moments later. Scale doesn't speak at first, a breath leaving her as her eyes turn back towards the rest of the colony.

"No, don't apologize. It's something that we should be addressing regardless of.. what the current mood is." She follows, eyes lowering for a moment, eyebrows twitching together. "We need to do something." She says, perhaps beneath her breath where Gentle couldn't hear it in totality, or maybe he did- she wasn't trying to hide it by any means, but it sounds like she was only just beginning to think that in actuality.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I FEEL THE NIGHT LIKE ☆ A DRINK GOING DOWN

• "speech"
  

• 

• SCALE she/her, colony cat, 30 moons.
  ☆ A SH/LH chimera cat who appears almost 'scaled', akin to a dragon. She is large and imposing with a dark pelt and glowering yellow/orange eyes.
  ☆ mentored by tba / mentoring no one
  ☆ siblings to tba
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.