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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 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 Buckwheat on Oct 8, 2017 23:15:57 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Perhaps he should have taken it easy on the ale... "Mmm... Nah!" He mumbled to himself with some amusement. Sure, he had a headache and a stomach pain that wouldn't let him be nor would it let him go easy on the food. A strange combination but one he wasn't unused to with how heavily he laid on the drinks sometimes. Maybe he should start again to try to drink away the pains he was feeling now but after a moment of deliberation he figured his stomach wouldn't take it. He would stick to the acorn mug of warm tea and the piece of mint leaf he nibbled. It would still his queasy stomach better than anything else, he knew from experience.
Currently the chocolate-colored buck sat atop a twisted root on the old pine tree. His footpaws drummed against the side of the wood while his paws were kept warm in the crisp morning air. Bright blue eyes kept watch groggily in front of him while his ears were perked high into the air. He reached up to rub his sore right one. Why had he thought tying it down would be a good idea for his stupid costume? Now it just added onto his ailments from his hangover. Ah well, he just had to survive to later on in the afternoon and he should be good enough to go foraging for supplies or perhaps even take on a few clients to get more items for his den... or maybe even some tasty food to trade.
His stomach gave an annoyed grumble at the thought of food. Perhaps he would just stick to the mint leaf for now...
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Oct 12, 2017 6:41:55 GMT -5
Getting back down the tree was always the worst part, wasn't it? Today it seemed to be taking excessively long. Each careful leap from branch to branch, that terrible distance yawning below before Safety! Only to have to jump and scramble again in half a moment. And climbing down the trunk on all fours, the ground staring right at you while you clung to the bark! Absolutely horrendous. If he (And it was a he today, though a weary and self-pitying he rather than a valiant one) could just make it down far enough there would be proper places to walk like a civilized mouse cut into the tree. Just had to get away from the terrible height of the top of the ancestor-forsaken thing.
Wheft whined to himself as he slipped slowly groundward, the weight of his immense misfortune heavy on him. He had missed Marcona's party last night. His damned supervisor had done this on purpose - given him guard duty at the very tall top of the pine. A week of torture, totally alone, watching for hawks with a big dumb horn in his lap and knowing that he'd only be freed after missing what would likely be the wildest party of the season. So maybe he'd chosen to tell a joke at an inopportune time while on a mission that maybe gave their position away, but a Marcona party was a serious political happening! It was simply unjust to force him to miss it. He huffed a bit harder at his next jump, working out his annoyance aloud. Stupid Fence Scrim, stupid tree, stupid hawks. When he got a back to the Waterwheel tonight he was drawing a hot bath in the tea kettle and barricading his nest.
With a final long leap, Wheft launched himself from the cover of the needles to the cover of overgrown grasses. He hit one of the upper roots with a soft "Woof!" Before straightening and stretching. His arms and legs ached after bearing his weight down such a long climb. "Ancestors above, fuck that tree!" he announced to the roots, twisting his body one way and then the other until he felt his spine pop. Aaah... a bit better.
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 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 Buckwheat on Oct 12, 2017 21:54:47 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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He sipped graciously on the tea in his paws, feeling the delicious sweet liquid working its magic on his tumultuous gut. All the while he was oblivious to the goings-on above him. Had he known of someone keeping watch right above his head in the branches he might have gone to keep them company but as it was, he minded his own business. Eyes ahead and occasionally on the sky to make sure he wasn't being preyed upon. So far the coast seemed clear... but there was a sort of... disturbance. His keen ears, honed by months of foraging, were picking up some sounds higher up the tree. Squirrels? Or perhaps members of his clan waking to start their day? His blue eyes glanced upwards to try and make out what was going on above him. Ah, it seemed to be the latter. Or perhaps not with those white paws he could spot. Hmm... a Whitefoot visiting his clan's humble abode? He always loved visitors. Especially those that were amusing as this one was. The poor fellow hardly seemed in his element with the way he was making his way down.
Buckwheat turned partially to watch the agouti mouse as he continued his descent to the ground below though it wasn't nearly as graceful as it should have been... The poor Whitefoot launched himself from a branch only to land heavily on his root. His words caused the chocolate buck to grin and announce himself in an unceremonious way, with humor as he was wont to do. "Ah, no thanks, I figure that'd be pretty painful." He nibbled on his leaf thoughtfully as if actually pondering the conundrum before shaking his head in a teasing manner. "Although you're more than welcome to try. No judgments here." His favorite conversation starter, a way to poke fun at something that couldn't poke back... although sometimes the ones that poked back were equally as amusing.
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Oct 13, 2017 17:17:30 GMT -5
The voice startled Wheft initially, who had become accustomed to the nonsilence of an early morning tree - snores and wind through leaves, rather than voices. The mouse's startled hunch straightened when he saw who had spoken, however. A friend.The Woodtail's silver earring and blue eyes stood out to Wheft, along with the relaxed posture of a mouse enjoying the quiet of morning. And a jokester - Wheft smiled when he processed what had been said. You make a good point, imagine the splinters, the scout laughed, smoothing a paw over chest fur that promptly sprang back up again.
Wheft appeared to think for a moment, glancing over their shoulder at the millhouse down the way, before shrugging and moving to sit beside Buckwheat. I could use a sit after a climb like that, brother, he huffed, flopping gracelessly against the bark of the tree. I dunno how you yellah throats just do that. Wheft's tone was grumbly as he spoke, but the smile on his face belied him. It had been terribly lonely at the top of that damned pine for a week - a whole week, and this Woodtail seemed an amicable fellow. A little talk before walking home would give Wheft the strength he needed to make it back to the waterwheel. Eyeing the stranger's tea, Wheft quietly pulled a vial of ale from his pack. He'd been good and stopped himself from partaking for his entire (Again, WEEK LONG) shift, but now would probably be alright.
Want a warm-up on the tea? Wheft offered goodnaturedly, flashing the gap in his teeth and offering the opened vial of ale to Buckwheat. The Woodtail was sharing their morning perch. The least Wheft could do was share a drop of Diewell.
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 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 Buckwheat on Oct 13, 2017 21:07:55 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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Ah, someone who could enjoy his rough jokes. A lopsided smirk graced the brown mouse's lips and then a small laugh when the other launched right back with the observation of splinters. He could always use the company of a mouse that could throw around a few inappropriate jokes here and there. So, when the other moved in to sit beside him he was actually quite pleased though he hadn't missed that glance towards the house down the road. "Then sit away, friend. I always find company nice on a quiet morning." It was nice to enjoy the quiet moments with friends, who knew what the next hour could bring with their level on the food chain. "It's a secret... but I'll share." He leaned in close and dropped his voice to a whisper as if he were going to divulge some special knowledge that only Woodtails' knew about the tree. "If you start growin' yellow hairs on your throat." And with that his voice was back to normal and he let out a loud laugh. Really, there was no secret. Just weeks upon weeks of climbing up and down the trunk that honed the young Woodtails' skills at climbing. He hardly even had to think about it anymore when he wanted to launch up the tree and get back to his lovely little home in the boughs. Although he was curious why the Whitefoot had subjected himself to that... Weren't there other places he could be doing guard duty?
The mention of liquor had him brightening up though and he looked to the open vial eagerly. He was here with a stomachache and headache because he hadn't been able to put down his drink at the party. Did he really need it now? His paw reached out subconsciously to the strong liquor but then with a visible effort he clasped it back to his cup and shook his head ruefully. "As much as I want to... and I really want to... I shouldn't. I'm drinkin' this tea because I had too much at the party last night. Thanks though, I'll have to take you up on it another time." He took a sniff of the powerful stuff before quickly stuffing his mint leaf in his mouth to distract himself, he probably wouldn't be able to help himself if asked again.
With mouth partially full he managed to sputter out, "Weren't you at the party last night? Or were you up here the entire time? Speaking of... why guard duty up there?" Shouldn't a Woodtail be doing that? In any case, it would have to have sucked to be up there the entire time while the party went on.
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Oct 14, 2017 14:48:25 GMT -5
Wheft woofed out a laugh at the fake-out, burying his fingers in the fluff under his chin. I'll have to check my white when I get home, he squeaked back, his tone content. The scout's laughter cut a bit harshly when the Woodtail turned down ale. It wasn't a mean laugh exactly, but Wheft still found himself trying to wash the bitterness of it out of his mouth with the pale ale. The Diewell was sweeter.
Wheft visibly pursed his lips as he swallowed. The question didn't actually bother him that much - he was, in fact, rather eager to complain to listening ears. No, it was the memory of injustice he frowned at. Up'n the heights. I pissed off my supervisor a touch on a routine scout-and-clear out in the garden. Wheft punctuated the statement with an eyeroll, clearly indicating what he thought about that. Old Fence Scrim decided to "Make an example" of me and put me on hawk-watch at the top of your pine for a whole week. Knowin I'd get off just in time to see everyone nursin hangovers I wish I had. Although his tone was dramatic the whole time he spoke, the crook of his smile was conspiratorial. He didn't know about the Woodtails, but spitting shit about your boss was something of a sport in with the Whitefoots. Intended... Mostly guilelessly.
The agouti mouse leaned a little further back against the tree, swinging his lemon yellow pack under his paws into a makeshift footrest. Another swig of ale. Scrim says he's worried our hawk is gonna find hisself a gal soon. It's gettin about the time that birds come through for the cold season, he says. I dunno about that myself - but that's what old Scrim says, Wheft sighed, drumming his claws along the glass of the vial. On another morning he'd probably profess that one hawk was more than enough, but after a week of seeing neither claw nor feather of one, the birds felt more like tall tales. And forget about snow. How did that even work? Frozen water from the sky? Wouldn't it just bust all their skulls?
Wheft shook himself out of his imaginings to turn again to the Woodtail. I'm Wheft, by the way. What's your call, brother? He asked, extending a small white paw for Buckwheat to shake over the soft fur of his belly.
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2017 14:49:17 GMT -5 by Wheft
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 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 Buckwheat on Oct 15, 2017 20:31:19 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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At the displeased expression Buckwheat thought he'd overstepped his boundaries, that was until the other launched into a tirade of the injustice of his supervisor. That was the real reason for the frown, or so he assumed. No one could ever pass up the opportunity to let off steam about their superiors especially for an injustice such as this. At the very least he understood the Whitefoot completely and could understand his reasoning for wanting to speak about it. Buck's head nodded solemnly as if this was the peak of absolute terrible deeds. "I get'cha, friend. I'd be peeved too, Ole Marcona's parties are legendary, unfair ya had to miss it and such." The drinking, the merriment, the dancing, the lovely mice in attendance. It was a shame to not get to go.
Buckwheat gave a shrug of his little shoulders with a sly wink, "Maybe Ole Scrim's tryin' to scare ya into bein' diligent... but between you'an me, I've not seen a hawk here before." Perhaps he just hadn't been around long enough --which was likely the case-- but as far as he was concerned hawks may as well be fairy tales. Then again, if they weren't tall tales it would be pretty bad news if one became two and that became three... or more. Could be a huge problem in the future... but eh, that was the future and tomorrow wasn't even promised. Why worry about it now? He simply took a drink of his tea, putting it out of his mind for now.
The other then introduced himself as Wheft, an easy enough name to remember. Buckwheat took one paw off of his cup and took the extended white foot of Wheft in a hearty shake. "Nice t'meet ya, Wheft. My name's Buckwheat! Buck if ya fancy." For some reason he figured they would get along just fine.
"Maybe next time you'll get to join in on the party. Not fair punishment if ya ask me, deprivin' a mouse of his chance at drink and fun. We need all that we can get!" It was like denying a cat his milk, if you asked him... though a touch less deadly. "What do ya plan on doin' now though?" Now that the party was over it was back to the old grind. Though he'd heard rumors of a foraging expedition that was to be started today, something about the hound efigies and whatnot. He'd probably take a look later after he felt a bit better.
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Oct 17, 2017 17:24:23 GMT -5
I sure hope you, Wheft sighed over Buck's hope that he would get to attend the next party - it would likely be the festival to celebrate the death of summer. They say it's somethin else to get to see the Hound burned. Once in a lifetime type of opportunity. The little Whitefoot couldn't personally imagine what that could be like. How'd they ever manage it without getting caught when the humans were here?
Oh, now? I was thinkin' I'd go home and draw me a bath... The scout trailed off, seeming to space out, his gaze hovering in the air just above Buckwheat's toes. There was always so much work to do, sometimes a mouse just wanted to kick their paws up and forget about it. Then, a light broke over Wheft's expression and he looked up to grin at Buck. But I think my legs could use a bit more rest afore I make that walk home. Would you care for a game of Tailbones? I didn't get to honor my ancestors with drinkin and dicing last night, but better late than never? As they spoke, Wheft pushed his pack open with one foot and pulled out a pair of carved lizard vertebrae with the other. He didn't have much on him to actually wager at the moment, but maybe a future favor would be currency enough for this Cousin.
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 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 Buckwheat on Oct 19, 2017 21:04:02 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors waiting for the storm to pass I will be outside dancing in the rain
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He couldn't wait till the ceremonies himself, when they'd get to burn the effigies and party till the sun came up. Any time that he could drink was a good day for him but there was something that was always different about parties that wasn't the same with drinking alone. Perhaps it was the social aspect of getting to guzzle alcohol with others who enjoyed it just as much or more than he did.
"A bath is always nice." The buck said absently, nodding his head in assent. But surely there were others things to do... and he was of the mind that dear Wheft agreed with the way he was trailing off and seemed to be lapsed in thought. When those eyes met his once more it was as if he had completed brightened, contemplative look completely gone with something more pleasant. One of his paws lifted to his chin as he gently stroked the golden hairs there but then he gave a nonchalant shrug as a mischievous grin broke out on his face. "Been a minute since I played but what the hell?" He was certain he had some awesome prize in his home to wager, he was a forager after all and there was always things he was finding out on his expeditions that other mice would love to have. "If ya beat me I'm certain there's a tidbit or two that would interest ya in my home. Unless you want somethin' else... What do I get if I win?" Not that he particularly cared, he'd be happy just to play with his new friend here. It wasn't every day you found a mouse that had your vein of humor along with the penchant for drinking and having fun. A rare day indeed.
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Wheft
whitefoot
POSTS :: 9
Played By :: Adagio
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BORN :: 07.07.17
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: fluid
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Wheft on Oct 31, 2017 16:00:29 GMT -5
Weellll,Wheft drawled, eyeing Buck's earring again. There was the rub - it was fun to take, but less so to give. I've got this here ale I spose, he sighed, capping it with a certain morose finality. Not a great prize. There was not one but three things of more value strapped to his back, that the mouse might be convinced to part with for the right offer. Wheft tossed the bone dice up in the air with one paw and reached over his shoulder with the other, catching the dice and flourishing his cape in one showy movement. Or this here Deadleaf - mighty useful in the wild. The orange cloak was also extremely useful for making dramatic entrances and Wheft was loathe to part with it, but a sparkly earring would no doubt be even more stylish pinned to his ear than the cloak was around his shoulders. Buckwheat :: Excited to post with you again!
Last Edit: Oct 31, 2017 16:02:25 GMT -5 by Wheft
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