Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Apr 7, 2023 16:03:55 GMT
 "Your eyes speak the TRUTH even when everything else LIES." |
OOC: Any OOC notes can go here | TAGS: Solaris _ also tagging Kaeldra for nostalgia reading XD |
Like a phantom following the wind Miku wandered the ever changing territories. From hills, to open fields, to isolated structures, to the beautiful river that rushed between plains. She loved nature - often finding comfort in it. But, she had forgotten just how unbearable the heat could be with the taste of humidity in the air. It made her fur feel too heavy and she wanted to do nothing but sit beneath the shade of whatever structure big enough for her she could find just to get away from such a thing. But with the changing moons the changing weather was not always so forgiving and away from the plaints of open space that she'd taken a liking to in the cooler whether when she could sit on her rocks and watch the stars at night. She left in search of a new temporary nesting area that could keep her safe and away from the heat of the sun for this moon at least.
And thus, the silken smokey molly found herself following the familiar path towards the large grove of Beech trees. She never remembered coming here before - but as if on instinct or muscle memory her paws led her towards the shade for which she was grateful. She cold practically feel the cool shade as she stepped foot beneath the first branched canopy of the large tree. This place looked pretty in the morning light; the sun halfway up in the sky already cast a way filtering through the leaves making it almost seem magical...nostalgic in a way. Miku knew somehow without really remembering that there was a source of water not too far nearby even if she could not smell or taste it in the air amidst the humidity like wet soil.
She swiftly padded from shade to shade towards a cluster of bushes that grew among the roots of the beech tree and paused with a small frown around the bundle of leaves in her mouth as she stared at the structure. It wasn't anything special; just some bushes clustered together that would make a good little hideaway for her for a moon or so beneath it's thick branches and leaves but there was just something...familiar about this place. She shook her head thoughtfully and placed her bundle of leaves down beneath the leaves to hide away. She turned to scan the area and for a briefest of moments she swore she'd spotted a silky tabby figure on the horizon up on that little hill but when she blinked the area was empty. She didn't want to be paranoid and think that she was not alone but if there were others out here she'd like to make her presence known. So she chased that mirage p the hill to peer around but the area was yet again empty.
Her nose lifted for a moment to scent the humid air for a feline scent but she caught nothing but the scent of wet earth, earthy greens, and something floral and sweet. Her gaze turned back and forth until she spotted a trail of green vines wrapping around a tree and among them were the pale yellow and white flowers giving off the honeyed scent. Her eyes lit up and she bounded over. Honeysuckles! She hadn't eaten or gathered honeysuckles for so many moons the very sight of them gave her a sense of kittish nostalgia. The scent was familiar and sweet and made her mouth water but along the base of the tree entangled with the vines was the small cluster of yellow flowers. They resembled a yellow dandelion in it's stage before the white puff but she knew right away from experience this was not dandelions.
"Well, count my lucky stars. Didn't expect to find Coltsfoot around here. I could use some of those in my stash." she murmured to herself as she began to dig into the soil getting it all over her fur; that's okay. She'll find a stream nearby to wash it off later - hmm, a swim sounds pretty good right now.
A rustle made her look up and over her shoulder expecting to see a startled bird. But birds only startle when there is another in the area and Miku's eyes narrowed as she scanned the area. She stopped when she caught a flash of bright blue and she turned to face the newcomer realizing it was another feline. Darn, she was rusty on her alarm system when it came to knowing her surroundings. Since this cat didn't pounce on they must be friendly enough.
"Sorry, I wasn't aware I wasn't alone." she called out in greeting and tilted her head with a small smile before embarrassingly rubbing at her face with her paw to get the dirt off only rubbing it in more with her paw that was covered in dirt also; she sighed and looked down at her paws with a bemused expression. template by Magpie of Adoxography |
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Post by Solaris on Apr 10, 2023 5:43:00 GMT
 B a y o u
She/They | 18 Moons | RiverClan Warrior
Freshly-caught fish in their jaws, Bayou appeared out of the bushes, satisfied with another successful day of fishing, thinking about it taking back to camp, and then… Another cat? A couple of tail-lengths away, there was blue-gray cat with green eyes, paws covered in dirt. They peered over to see what the cat had been digging, noticing a hole underneath the roots of a dandelion-like plant. Wait, was that dandelion? They squinted their eyes, unable to tell. “Sorry, I wasn't aware I wasn't alone.” “Not at all! You’re free to—” Bayou muffled over her fish and then cut herself off, remembering Shellspots’s stricter policy on territory borders, which meant that she probably needed to be less… friendly to strange cats inside the border. None of the border stuff made sense to Bayou—land was land, and prey was prey, right?—but she didn’t want to get on Shellspots’s bad side. Especially not after Flare’s split from RiverClan. Things were bad at camp now. Unfortunately, Bayou was left with the issue of dealing with the supposed intruder, and truth be told, they didn’t know what that was meant to entail. Bayou signed up for hunting, not for the patrol (which Prowl was ever so eager to partake in). Maybe if they asked nicely enough… “Sorry, I forgot that we’re doing borders now. I don’t want trouble with my leader or anything, you know? I gotta follow orders and all. I won’t chase you out, but if you could finish digging out your flowers, I’ll escort you out of our territory.”She padded over to the plant, leaning her nose to sniff the flowers. “Do you know what are these plants called?” |
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Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Apr 10, 2023 21:49:40 GMT
"Your eyes speak the TRUTH even when everything else LIES." |
OOC: Any OOC notes can go here | TAGS: Solaris |
They looked so silly with a fish hanging out of the jaws as they tried to speak and the silly scene made Miku relax a bit as she studied the other. She understood part of the words coming from the muffling sounds and the grey feline had to stifle a laugh of amusement at the younger before she seemed to take proper action and place her catch down on the ground to speak properly and more clearly. Despite her easy going tone the newcomer was trying to enforce something and that made Miku's whiskers twitch. Territory, borders, and leaving this place? That was such a silly notion. Miku wasn't going anywhere; she had just gotten here and she wasn't causing any harm obviously. She blinked at the other and gave a half committal sound as she gave a polite smile and a tip of her head as she studied the other.
"You must be part of a new generation that's starting, aren't you? I've hard whispers of a clan or two being formed in different parts of these lands. Can't quite remember much about it though..." she mused before shaking her head.
"Still, I'm sorry but no, I won't be going with you. I just got here." she was clear and strong in her tone as she stared at the other as if daring to argue with her. Like a mother telling her child she could do as she wished because not only was she older but she knew best. The no-nonsense tone left little to argue about it. Miku did not like violence and she didn't particularly believe that this feline was willing to start a physical fight just to get her out of these parts when she seemed to friendly - so naive and still learning about her position. It was clear but Miku was understanding and diplomatic if anything amongst her knack of all trades so she gave a little shrug and gave a bit of an olive branch of peace to stop any hints of a fight to brew.
"But if you are so insistent that I leave then I suggest you take it up with your...leader. I have to qualms with speaking with them about this. You see...this place..." she looked around it and got that same itch at the back of her brain that made her head grow a big fuzzy and hurt as if she was trying to remember something that just wouldn't surface. "This place is home." no words had ever felt more the truth.
"I grew up around these parts. I know this area like the back of my paw." okay, perhaps it was partial truth; the area was familiar in that nostalgic way - in a way she wouldn't be able to describe without sounding loony.
When the other seemed interested in the flowers Miku had been digging up moments before she turned her attention to the partially dug up clump of flowers and gave a soft hum; finally a topic she enjoyed to talk about. She crouched down beside them and began to carefully dig up more of its roots; leaving enough in the ground to grow more when season came.
"It's called Coltsfoot. It's often mistaken as dandelions, you know. But in fact they hold two very different properties when it comes to aiding the body. Coltsfoot is used to help regulate breathing. Especially, when you are sick it helps clear the air ways. But it's most commonly used for helping with cracked paw pads during the hot seasons. Like a balm of sorts for dry and chapped skin. Dandelions on the other paw is used as a painkiller. Can be digested or chewed up into a poultice paste to smear over wounds; especially bee stings." she informed as she worked and then flicked up at the vines with the fragrant honeysuckles.
"Those don't do much as far as I've learned. They are just a sweet treat." she grinned up at the vines thinking how much she'd love to pluck some to use for a nest and wake up to a dainty fragrance to start her mornings. template by Magpie of Adoxography |
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Post by Solaris on Apr 13, 2023 5:34:49 GMT
B a y o u
She/They | 18 Moons | RiverClan Warrior
Fire 3, 2021 | Galaria “You could say that. I am a RiverClan cat,” said Bayou, response to the stranger’s comments on a new generation of cats. Though, they felt those words established a sense of permanency they hadn’t yet felt in the clan. Their memory flashed back to that fateful day when Flare and Shellspots’s argument exploded in camp, and several cats left to join the new ThunderClan. Acting on fiery impulse, they chose to stay in RiverClan, where Melodypaw would stay. They would never revoke the declaration they made to her, but sometimes they wondered if they made the right decision. “But now there’s two clans in the forest instead of one, like they’re used to be.”
The cat’s flat-out refusal to be escorted off the territory only made Bayou feel more awkward about the situation. Her pelt grew hot, and not from the searing sunlight. She dug her paws into the soft ground with rising guilt. And the talk of home made her heart sink further down.
“I understand what you mean when you talk about your home,” said Bayou. “But…”
The stranger’s firm certainty of their statement, a voice that declared itself unwilling for criticism or convincing, would be left unchallenged by them. They disliked needless confrontation and they knew, intimately, of the strong bond felt with one’s home. How much a home was a bedrock for one’s development and identity. It was the embodiment of ideals and values. It was the past, the present, and the future. Well, it was supposed to be. But it had been a while since Bayou left her old home, and entered their new life, a place that hadn’t fit the description of a “home” yet. They would never want to force a cat to leave their own home. Bayou, of all cats, knew what it meant to leave an old home behind, even if the new home isn’t an ideal place.
She considered the situation, staring off at the flowers for a long moment to distract herself. As she drifted off, she idly heard the stranger speaking of the flower called coltsfoot, and not dandelions as she initially expected. She nodded along to the cat’s description of the flower, eyes widening at the range of uses for this small patch of yellow flowers. Though most of the details went over her head—simply too many to keep track at once—she was intrigued. She sniffed the plant again, curious if Canarypaw would need these herbs.
They followed the cat’s gaze to the vines. “What are those plants called?
“You remind me of another cat I know,” they mused, blinking as they spoke. “Her name is Canarypaw, and she knows a lot about herbs like you do—sorry, that was a bit random.”
She cleared her throat. “I’ll tell you what. I know this place is your home, and you have as much of a right to live here as I do, maybe more. so I won’t… I won’t force you out of here. But someone else might. RiverClan’s borders are getting tighter now, and if you aren’t careful, you might find yourself in a scuffle or two with my clan members. If I were you, I wouldn’t suggest lingering around for too long.”
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Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on May 26, 2023 18:32:46 GMT
"Your eyes speak the TRUTH even when everything else LIES." |
OOC: I am so sorry for the wait on this! Things got kind of...doomsy at home. | TAGS: Solaris |
They were sweet. Miku could already tell. Young still and impressionable. Wanting to do the right thing; whatever the right thing was when it came to clans and their positioning they held. Miku couldn't imagine what it was like having to deal with the duties of a group of cats like that. Suppose it was a form of purpose for one. The mention of the clans - Riverclan, in particular, caused that fuzzy little notion in her head to fizzle to life and caused her brows to pinch when a blurry face of a silver tabby crossed her mind. Riverclan. Miku had known about the clans through her travels...but the name of Riverclan sparked a new form of panic she suppressed quickly and schooled her features even when her temples pounded. Maybe she needed to find herself some poppy seeds to help with her headache; was she taking care of her own health recently? Has she drunk enough water today? That must be it.
"You see, the funny thing about 'home' is that a home can be anywhere. As long as you are happy, I suppose. But it's that thing called sentiment that really keeps up coming back somewhere, isn't that right?" she shot the younger feline a contemplative look.
At the mention of her presence reminding her of another like herself Miku perked up. Others who had herb knowledge? Perhaps, Miku could speak with them and see if they either needed help or give advice about some herbs in the area. It had been awhile since she'd talked to another who enjoyed the same things she had. Maybe this feline had a remedy for memory loss. The smokey molly blinked back to reality and stepped out of her thoughts for the moment as she caught the other's last speech and her face grew serious again as she drew her attention away from her plant digging.
"As I said...I have no problem with meeting your leader to talk about my presence within the territory. But I am not leaving. I doubt this generation of folks would just kill a random cat who is not violent towards them but stubborn to not leave. What would you're leader do?" she tilted her head with a small smile.
"If you'd like you can run off back to your camp and tell your leader of my presence. I'd be very interested to see what they say...as well as that other of yours that enjoys herbs. It'd been quiet some time since I've spoken with someone who knows their territory better then myself." she commented before glancing back down to the herb at her paws.
She plucked a few stems from the pile that she'd gathered and then turned to the vines; cutting a few of the creeping vines from there that held the pale colors of the honeysuckle before wrapping them up into a bundle. She turned and placed at the other's paws. "Consider it a sign of peace for your clan. When you're leader is ready to see me, you know where to find me." she gave a small smile before grabbing the rest of her bundle; recovering up the hole she duck and began padding away back towards her little campsite to store her herbs in the shade. template by Magpie of Adoxography |
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Post by Solaris on Jun 4, 2023 1:57:11 GMT
B a y o u
She/They | 18 Moons | RiverClan Warrior
Fire 3, 2021 | Galaria They nodded absentmindedly to the stranger’s words, lips pursed. At least, a home was supposed to be the place your heart returned out of sentimentality. Bayou kept those thoughts guarded, unwilling to unload their anxieties unto the stranger. But, she spoke wisely, like the elders of Horseplace. There was something entrancing about her calm serenity, and her ability to see beyond. They were unsure of whether to feel comforted or unnerved, but she definitely left an impression. “What would your leader do?” At this point, anything was possible. Bayou hardly knew Shellspots. Figuring out her leader was a fogginess of itself, stumbling blindly and wildly through a wetland. Here and there, she thought she saw flickers of Shellspots’s true self, but there were only shadows. The two of them never spoke much beyond polite pleasantries. Maybe that distance was for the best. They dipped their head, probably admitting to the stranger more than they were supposed to. “I don’t know what my leader will do with you, but I hope it won’t harm you. I’ll tell her you were here,” said Bayou, offering a sympathetic look. “For now… keep on your guard and stay safe. Maybe, in better circumstances, I can introduce you to Canarypaw.”As the cat disappeared, leaving behind a gift of honeysuckle, Bayou wondered if she stepped into a dream… Oh, what a story to tell Mels. |
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