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Tib
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 6
Played By :: rhyss
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BORN :: october 9th, 2017
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Tib on Nov 3, 2017 16:10:24 GMT -5
November 3rd, 2017; Late morning.
The autumn chill had found its way onto the farm but, for newly weaned Tib and his age mates, the weather was pleasant, scented with all sorts of new smells, and cool on the nose and paws. Frankly - and, much to Tib's excitement - this meant it was the perfect day to scurry about in his 'blankie.' He took inventory of the little scraps that made up his adventure bag, grazed his little paws over the paper clip that had been given to him by his aunt as a sort of learning tool, and draped the little blue scrap of cloth over his shoulders. A simple knot bound both ends together and with a turn, the boy had fashioned himself something of an actual blanket scarf. He scurried out over the threshold and past the various homes that made up the establishments underneath the work table in the shed. Maybe today he would finally venture out into the world outside... but first... breakfast.
Little paws tangled up with the hem of his scarf, he gave a twitch of his pink nose. The baker down the way might have had something fresh to trade but Tib was already getting selfish with what sparse items he had been given in his bag. A part of him told him that he should stay home; and, really, he hadn't gone that far to begin with (in fact he could still see the rusted bean can that made up his parents' residence). He sat down on the cold floor of the shed to think. Without Mom giving him meals on a whim, he was left to manage on his own instinct and wit. If he had been in the mood, he might have lobbied for milk at the side of one of his usual caretakers, but at the moment his stomach was hungry for something with substance. What that could be, however, was lost on the youngling.
Last Edit: Nov 8, 2017 19:29:18 GMT -5 by Tib
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Zeke
woodtail
POSTS :: 8
Played By :: Machati
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BORN :: May 25, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Zeke on Nov 5, 2017 14:16:01 GMT -5
A trip to the winterheap wasn't all too unusual for Zeke. He tried to make a routine of it, going every few days but never to do much there. He usually sat quietly, at a distance, and watched some Winterwhisker--ones he never bothered to learn the name of--work for just a while. There were rare exceptions when Zeke actually had some sort of errand to run under the worktable, and today was one of those days.
Thank the stars the place he sought out was well within the shed, his ears and eyes far too busy looking for his damn way around to be looking out for any sort of danger right about how. He mentally kicked himself for not making more trips to the baker in the past. It felt so much more populated here when you weren't just mouse-watching a single Winterwhisker making potions, and his sharp eyes weren't doing much to eek out the baker's place from the other storefronts. He was pretty sure he had already done a circle around on himself while trying to artfully weave through some gaps in the homes, but even that he wasn't so sure about. The small white pebble near his toes looked awfully familiar though.
Stopping and staring at the rock, Zeke huffed at himself. This was definitely taking longer than it needed to, and Zeke was not eager to make another round about the pots for nothing. While standing still there in the open spot, Zeke bundled his fur cape up and wriggled his nose into the air. Surely if he couldn't see the place then he could smell it, right? He did his best to be subtle about it, or as subtle as one could be while desperately trying to whiff out the wafting sweet scent of fresh desserts.
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Tib
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 6
Played By :: rhyss
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BORN :: october 9th, 2017
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Tib on Nov 8, 2017 19:48:30 GMT -5
Tib's half-lidded eyes stared at the busy movements of others coming and going. Most were familiar, the others, however, were not... and when he saw a tawny buck in a furred cape pass by a particular spot twice, the pup had to wonder if the stranger was lost. Most importantly, though, Tib had to wonder what type of cape that was. It certainly did not look like mouse... but maybe it had come from a ferocious monster! With his interest piqued and his rumbly tummy momentarily forgotten about, the boy got up and peered back into his bag, a million ideas springing to life in his head at the idea of a story and how to get to hear that story. He took a few seconds to stoop down and put his little messenger bag on the ground and fully draw back the flap, digging into it with both of his paws.
Twice, his fingers slid over the smooth metal of the paper clip within, but he pulled out a small bit of wire. It wasn't much, only gathered up in three coils or so, but it was about the length of an average, full-grown mouse and it certainly could wrap around one at least two times over. He clutched the item to his chest and slung his bag back over his shoulder before scampering up to the rogue.
Hastiness and eagerness might have had those little pink digits wrapped around the buck's tail, but manners and etiquette won out. He lightly tugged on the hem of that plush fur cape. "'Scuse me," he squeaked quietly at first. He held up his bunched up wire in a tight fist - a lesson learnt from having his older siblings snatch some coveted materials from his bare paws. "Trade?"
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Zeke
woodtail
POSTS :: 8
Played By :: Machati
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BORN :: May 25, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Zeke on Nov 9, 2017 12:50:48 GMT -5
After a bit of sniffing, Zeke had narrowed down the way to go, but only down to two different directions. He hadn't budged there, looking between the two, his ears straining back a little as he debated. Which one would have him wasting more time? Debating, Zeke rubbed a finger against his furred chin, but before he could come up with a decision he felt a bit of a tug from behind him.
He hadn't noticed the little mouse looking at him, nor his approach, Zeke was too engrossed in his own thoughts. Still, the touch was light and the voice small that one could doubt it'd make anyone jump. Zeke turned to look down at the shorter buck, his eyes immediately glancing over the shiny wire held in little pink paws. 'Trade?' Zeke's mouth went a little tight at the offer and he hummed a little as he pondered it.
"Yeah?" Zeke drawled as he scratched behind his ear thoughtfully. "And watch're you lookin' for in return?"
He could imagine a few uses for it, maybe it'd sound nice. Maybe it twanged sweetly when taught, Zeke rarely picked up for his own use on the job. The buck could feel himself being distracted from his errand by the offer, but he didn't stop himself from reaching out a paw. Smiling, he asked "mind if I have myself a closer look, stranger?"
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Tib
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 6
Played By :: rhyss
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BORN :: october 9th, 2017
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Tib on Nov 10, 2017 14:25:08 GMT -5
Upon being acknowledged, the little buck initially shrank away, those huge ears drawing back timidly and with apprehension. The whip-like tail at his back curled on the wooden floor before lifting when his curiosity returned and he had noticed the weird, unnatural and boxy form beneath that furry cloak. The stranger's receptive response in the form of a question was also quick to keep Tib captivated. Ears back up and a smile so wide that it showed his still-white incisors. His little pink tongue poked out and attached itself to his gray muzzle in playful thought as he considered now what he might have wanted in return for a trade.
He brought the wire closer to him with both paws, bringing it up to his chin as he brainstormed, but as the Woodtail smiled at him and asked nicely if he could take a closer look, Tib's nose twitched. His fine whiskers quivered and his tummy gave a reminding rumble. His parents could almost always rummage up some more wire if he chose to swap the item for a morsel of food; but, Tib was still not keen on trading something valuable for something for him to consume (and then not have anymore). His mind went to the contents in his bag and the paperclip and smooth stone he was keeping in reserve. His aunt had told him to make something useful; the ideas for inventions were endless as he began to think up more things that weren't just toys.
It had taken him a moment to get out of his head, but Tib smiled in return as he held out the wire coil with his right paw. His left paw retreated beneath the blue blanket scarf around his neck and shoulders. Beady black eyes blinked up at the buck, hoping that he wouldn't prove to be as mean as his litter mates. "Hmm," he hummed, still musing at what could possibly be a fair transaction.
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Zeke
woodtail
POSTS :: 8
Played By :: Machati
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BORN :: May 25, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Zeke on Nov 11, 2017 18:01:56 GMT -5
The little mouse was certainly shy and quiet, but Zeke didn't think all that much of it at first. He was a little mouse, and certainly not from a bold clan like a Woodtail, and he definitely wasn't a Willheart. However the little bugger seemed to second guess himself and the trade. Zeke's ear twitched to the light sound of a stomach rumbling in the silence between the two, but instead of immediately saying something about it, Zeke looked over his shoulder one way and then the other.
Frankly, he half expected to see some parents with those tight-lip smiles they always have when proudly watching their kid do something for the first time. There wasn't any of those kinds around, the Winterwhiskers and other mice all seemed to just be going about their day, completely indifferent to the two mice.
His eyes were back on the little buck as soon as Zeke caught the motion of paw movement from the corner of his eye. The other mouse was smiling and offering up the wire for Zeke's inspection. Slowly, Zeke took it, his focus however not so quickly leaving the mouse in front of him, but once he did, he was trning the wire over in his hands. Taking in the sturdiness and texture as he mulled over his own plans, if far more half-heartedly now. A different debate had taken up hold in his mind.
"Hungry?" Zeke asked after a few seconds of examining the coil. His smile wavered a little and he have a small huff of a laugh as he went on. "Don't know if'n a wire will catch the meal you're lookin' for around here, but don't suppose I have a meal to trade anyhow. Not right now anyways."
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