The Colony so i won't judge judy // flirting ??

[shasta !]

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Shasta

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The days start to look more and more like she's in need of some distance between herself and Fray's little ragtag group. While her counterparts struggle to scrounge about for prey, Shasta had not been one above begging whatever bleeding heart twoleg she could find. Some of the neighbor cats were nice enough to offer something themselves, a benefit to her kind reputation in the streets. Maybe this time she would be a housecat instead of wearing the name of a loner or colonist. A kittypets life didn't seem so bad, as long as she could continue her harmless roaming.

"What a beautiful catch." The rosette purred loudly to the split-hued molly passing her. "Heh, I suppose the prey is, too." Too smooth, she would no doubt swoon over Shasta's expert flirtations.

@Halfy, no need to wait!

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"Speak" // "Thoughts"​

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[Halfshade]

YOU'RE WELCOME BITCH, THE SHOW IS FREE

I DON'T DO THE WALK OF SHAME - I STRUT

Her catch of the day is pathetic at best, a single mouse that looked more malnourished than some of her colony mates dangling from her jaws limp and unappetizing but food was food and anyone bothering to be picky at this point deserved a cuff upside the head. The bicolor molly trots along to the small pile that many cats had been depositing extra food in for those who might need it, a kindness she did not often indulge in herself but one she could appreciate; the mouse would be a meager offering at best but one could not say she didn't try. As she slipped along past cinnamon spotted fur and a scruffy face she could not help but catch the remark in passing only to stop upon the second hastily added addition, Halfy's head tossed back with a laugh, her mouth deposited on the pile and her fluffy pelt rippling as she pivoted around to face the other molly, "Oh Shasta, you're shameless, if only we had met long, long ago, but alas-my heart belongs to another. Though I suppose if you defeat him in combat I may consider!" It was a light, teasing singsong of a reply, she obviously would not even consider leaving her beloved grouchy tabby for any other but some harmless flirting between friends suited her just fine.

♥ ————— I like turning heads - breaking necks

♥ ————— Highheels in the morning.

• OOC can go here.
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  Halfshade
  ♥ — ShadowClan
  ♥ — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ♥ — Blue Torbie w/Blue & Orange Eyes.
  #FEA8A8—#8087BD
  
  

 

[Straw]

His belly has grown more than a little acquainted to the sting of emptiness. But it's the stink of hunger on other cats which really gets his back up. It's a sharp odour, an acidic, tangy one, which sinks deep into the sinuses. Certainly doesn't help it has sharpened the teeth and claws of the colony's worst-tempered, most impatient residents. All that defiant jibber-jabber does a cat's head in. Revolution this, mutiny that! Pff, whatever. It bothers him territories'-worth more than those hunger pangs he's had to put up with.

Still... each and every time a cat comes a'trotting into the clearing bearing fresh-kill, it is no less than impossible to not lick at his chops. Salivation, a natural reflex that cannot be helped, yet what can be helped are the far-flung fantasies of stuffing his face in their catch. Halfy'd sooner tear his whiskers out than give him the time of day. But he watches all the same, the glint in his eye and the arch to his brows all indicative of a hopeful expectation.

She drops it in the pile, much to Straw's surprise. Maybe this place's communal bonds aren't nearly as broken as he'd thought. On cue, he rises, and in short order is he plodding his way on over. His tail-tip flicks behind him in an easy wag, his approach laced with intent but not without friendliness. The same can be said to his greeting. "Heeeey, pretty kitties, how we all doing?"

Shasta's little attempt at courting hadn't gone unheard, and if anything, the effort made it all the more difficult to scrub his smile from his face. What an audacious thing to say. To a hitched cat, no less. He's grinning, now, the tip of his tongue caught between the curl of his teeth. It's a game now. "Oh, let me take him on, Halfy!" He mimicks the act of slicing through another cat's larynx with his stump leg. "I'd do that to his neck. Bleed him dry!" His tail sweeps up behind him, a flash of flaxen furs that arches over his back.

It's only a heartbeat before the nearby mahogany molly slips from his periphery into his focus, and he cocks his head to one side with a little bounce to his brows. "Unless I'm fighting you," he murmurs with a sly grin. "In which case, I might just die happy." Brows down, brows up.

(penned by willie)

 

[Needledove]

Needle's minty eyes scrunched contentedly as she took in the conversation, her little black nose crinkling in delight at the idea of a champion's challenge. She was no great knight or protector, but the chivalric plight alluded, to her, a sense of majesty. In this, the little group was no longer a small bundle of cats collected by happenstance, but a dedicated fellowship of paladins and champions vying for the princess' favor, a prize dangled most unfairly in front of them whilst a distant king held her dowry (and, disappointingly in her fantasy, her heart)

In truth, Needle felt no great pull towards Halfy or the others assembled here (in greater truth, she was more sisterly with Smoky than antagonistic) but still she puffed out her chest with mock-pride to offer her own sword: "You'll all better steer clear of me! Once I'm done skinning your pelts, Halfy and I will be using them as our nest - my gift in return for her paw," The she-cat offered an exaggerated wink to the maiden in question, a large grin plastered across her white-spotted muzzle. What fun this was!

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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As the large, muscled tabby tore off another piece of the scrawny mouse he'd caught for himself and snapped it up, he couldn't help but overhear the exchange taking place a few yards away. Flirtatious banter, genuine or not, was of little interest to the masked tomcat, not something he was prone to partaking in. And that wasn't about to change today.

As he pulled another strip of meat off, he observed as a small, green-eyed shecat with bi-color fur also joined in the exchange, and wondered briefly what the appeal was. Not with Halfshade in particular, but in the exchange itself. Just blowing off steam, maybe? He'd seen cats do more pointless things back in the Coalition, he supposed, chasing an escape from their reality. A little humor to break through the bleakness seemed mild in comparison, but it was still nothing he intended to partake in.
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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Lowlight]

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"Are we fighting for Halfy's honor? Please, my lady, I am but a mere wretch, yet I too would hunt down the moon itself in exchange of a single look from your sparkling eyes…"

Dunny purrs his line with as much seriousness as he can muster as he stops next to the discussion he overheard, but the last few words collapse into laughter as he takes in the little group surrounding the -- admittedly beautiful and worthy of such attention! -- molly. The levity feels good in the midst of the colony's somber moment.

He exaggeratingly sizes up Straw and Needle (though they don't scare him half as much, even as a joke, as Halfy's partner does), tail lashing.

"I'm no match for such competition!"

He claims, shaking his head, nuh-huh. He feels silly saying it, but in a good way, and it spurs him to continue: he pads up to Ghost as the dark cat sits aside their little production and circles him quickly, acting as if he is taking cover behind his body.

"You wouldn't let them skin me, would you, Ghost?"

He asks with a twinkle in his eye.

"Please! My pelt is too nice to line a nest!"

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ooc Information

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  DUNNY — HE/HIM･ 25 MOONS ･ COLONY CAT ･ PENNED BY @Kangoo

  A solidly built flame point/red tabby chimera with golden eyes and a small nick across his lips.

 

[Halfshade]

YOU'RE WELCOME BITCH, THE SHOW IS FREE

I DON'T DO THE WALK OF SHAME - I STRUT

Sometimes it was easy to forget they were all in this together, but she recalls Smoky's concerns and her own fears and her mind slips back to Sable's whispered dissent and bold declarations to any cat who would lend him an ear. She finds herself subconsciously sizing the others up, weighting how she would fair in an actual fight with each of them without realizing until she caught herself and shook her pelt out to clear her head of the thoughts. This was hardly the time.
Her laugh rose up light and then biting harsh, shrill as it trailed off with a faint wheeze, she had not expected such a turnout for this teasing but she was happy to indulge; it was nice to have a rare bit of silliness among the doom and gloom of current circumstances, "Straw, please, you couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag. I respect the enthusiasm though, but if you want your pelt lining a nest then Needle has volunteered for it already." Her mismatched copper and blue eyes find the gray molly and she snickers, paw raised to her maw before extending out to wave in a vaguely dismissive manner, "I think I'd look nice in Shasta's cinnamon fur don't you think, Needle? Or maybe Ghost's darker pelt suits me better." She offered her own wink to the stoically quiet tom watching them all in his usually impassive manner, leaning over to bump her shoulder alongside Dunny as he ambled onto the scene, "Ghost isn't going to save you from us, he's outnumbered." She snapped her teeth playfully at the ginger tom's ear, attempting to grab it without sinking her teeth in to tug.

♥ ————— I like turning heads - breaking necks

♥ ————— Highheels in the morning.

• OOC can go here.
• 

  Halfshade
  ♥ — ShadowClan
  ♥ — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ♥ — Blue Torbie w/Blue & Orange Eyes.
  #FEA8A8—#8087BD