Role Play- 8th of January

Tiny Kats

Current Season: Wet (summer)


Ages of those under a year old
Splash...........8 months 31 days
Chester Quavers.................4 months 4 days
Fletcher Renn, Miracle............1 month 31 days
Emerald.....1 month 20 days
Little Cloud, Cumulus..... 5 days


Temporary Adoptions: None

Due dates: Morning Glory and Stratus's Litter (Unconfirmed) Due 25th February

Emerald is still asleep. She's getting skinnier... life is getting harder and harder.

Fletcher Renn is still below. A faint snoring sound can be heard from his direction.

Curled at the back of the bolt hole around Little Cloud and Cumulus, Morning Glory lay still but awake. Due to the valiant and heroic efforts by her mate Stratus the whole group were now safely reunited and the newborn adopted pups didn’t have to face exposure to the surface until they were old enough to emerge by themselves.
However pleasant the situation seemed for the Tiny Kats the bolt hole wasn’t ideal, initially adopted by the wild female meerkat and her pups alone drastic renovations had had to be made to accommodate the small group and really it still wasn’t big enough.
Sighing, the dominant female accepted their present state, ever on the slow unhealthy decline but at least the two pups she had chosen to save were a bright glimpse for group’s future.


Having been moved by Stratus and Nemo to the new burrow a few nights previous, Chester Quavers emerged from the cramped sleeping chamber and stretched out her forepaws in the sand. Stood in the shade of the remains of the large tree that stood over the bolt hole, the young pup inquisitively looked for a spot of sun.

(The site keeps logging me out every time even when I tell it to remember me...strange)

((OOC: It does that to me some times too.))

Stratus lay asleep nearby his mate. It had taken a lot to move Splash alone. It wasn't until Nemo picked up Chester Quavers that the timid young teen did follow himself and Nemo. He twitched once in a while, but resumed his sleeping.

ooc: Same

bic: Little Cloud is near her adoptive mother and her brother. She makes a fuss whenever she's separated from either of them...

Splash is outside, looking very nervous. She was forced away from the burrow the day the pups were found... Splash is still depressed and eating very little. She continues to refuse to leave the burrow, or in this case, a bolthole.

Tsumae shook her head free of dirt, tiredly looking around. She sighed, laying her head back down- It seemed she had come down with a bit of a stomach bug.

Splash glanced at Tsumae with concern, and peeped. What was wrong?

Content that the youngest pups in the burrow had received enough milk, Morning Glory nuzzled them adoringly and cuddled them up together; whilst she was out foraging they’d need the warmth of each other more than ever. Standing to all four legs, she carefully stepped away from Little Cloud and Cumulus before approaching her mate Stratus. Nudging him affectionately on his soft cheek fur to arouse him from his deep slumber as she past, Morning Glory made her way out of the burrow complex to greet the early rays of the warm sun.

Seeing Splash surface, Chester Quavers stopped her daydreaming and bounded over to join her friend with full energy. Chirping happily, she dropped onto the sand in front of the elder female and caringly rubbed her head against Splash’s forepaw before noticing Tsumae.

(Ooc: Sorry I got hit with bad flu...)

Feeling his mate's touch, Stratus awoke almost quickly. He blinks sleepily and yawns softly, stretching himself out slowly. Noticing Morning Glory leaving, he slowly stood and followed his mate loyally.

Little Cloud squeaks and tries to follow her mother outside.

Splash nuzzles CQ affectionately...

Fletcher Renn awakes, yawning loudly. He stretches and makes his way to the surface.

Too far away to hear her adopted daughter’s cry, Morning Glory sat facing the sun with her eyes closed contemplating the day ahead. Conditions at the bolthole were exceedingly cramped and ideally a burrow move would be in order. Little Cloud and Cumulus were still too young to be out on the surface for an extended period by themselves but maybe with help from Stratus they could carry the young ones together.

Dipping her head against her chest, the dominant female rubbed her head against her shoulder shyly thinking about the dedicated male that she had accepted as her mate. Stratus was an exceptional example of a caring, family orientated dominant male she couldn’t help but be proud of him. His display of initiative to bring the babysitting group to the abandoned pups was the act of a great, responsible leader. An idea that alone she wouldn’t have risked.
Placing her paws tightly crossed over her rounding chest, Morning Glory hoped more than anything that she would be able to deliver Stratus the pups that he deserved to raise and to teach. Ones that would have his genes to become the Kalahari’s next generation of strong willed dominants.


Chester Quavers smiled at Splash, today would be another day that they could share together. Maybe in the bolthole? Maybe if the elder female felt up to it out with the adults? It didn’t matter where as long as she had Splash for company. Life in the mob was actually changing for the better and she didn’t need the help of her lost siblings to see it.

((OOC: Aw, that part with MG was adorable. x3 Also, my niece is really busy with school so I'm gonna cover her characters for her as well, at least until things settle down.))

Stratus emerges not long after his mate and shook himself to rid of any sand or dirt that attached to him. He took his place next to Morning Glory and looks off into the distance. Something told him today would be a fantastic day. Despite having to stay in a bolthole due to the two newborns within it, he didn't mind, as long as he was allowed to be by his mate's side. He would follow her, no matter where she went. Even if it was to the deepest, darkest, and scariest place in the whole Kalahari. No place was frightening to him as long as his mate and mob were by his side. He eventually nuzzles his mate, mainly near her rounded chest. He was looking forward to seeing the next generation of pups he and his mate would proudly raise.

Nemo emerges after finally awakening. Things surely had changed. He looks around, taking a moment to stand on his hind legs and scans the area for any signs of any threats. While he had helped Stratus move the other pups, he felt kind of bad for forcing Splash to follow by taking Chester Quavers. But, it was either that, or Splash would surely faced death.

ooc: I live!

Emerald slowly drags herself out of the safety of the burrow. She wishes she had more playmates. her stomach growls and she peeps, wanting just a little bit of food. She wishes she wasn't so helpless... she wants to do something for the group. Even if it's just being a simple sentry.

Fletcher Renn yawns and shakes himself awake. He heads above and lounges by the burrow entrance, not quite awake yet.

Driven by the pangs of hunger, Morning Glory stood on her hind legs and stretched her body to full height. She had no choice but to make lead calls and head the group out to forage even if it was in the vicinity of the burrow complex. The potential developing pups inside her were depending on nutrition as well as Cumulus and Little Cloud in the sleeping chamber below ground.

Regardless if she had anyone’s attention, the Tiny Kat’s dominant female sprinted off into the grass eager to satisfy her stomach.
Hearing the calls from her adopted mother, Chester Quavers glanced around hoping to see how Splash was going to react to a day of potential foraging. Patiently she would wait to see if her friend was up to making the journey today before making her own decision.

Stratus loyally follows his mate, also hungry.

Emerald hears the calls and sets out after Morning Glory, hungry.

Splash follows.

Little Cloud squeaks in dismay. She hates it when mommy leaves...

Stopping to clamber up a budding bush, Morning Glory clung to the woody summit and stared out over the horizon. The area far out to the South East of the burrow still remain scorched and black from the recent scrub fire. The scar it had left behind on the earth mirrored the feeling that haunted the back of the dominant female’s mind; its presence was a constant reminder of the breakup of the family, the loss of her entire last litter and the disappearance of her sister.
She had always been close to her half sister Leaf even more so then her aggressive littermate Tequila Sunrise but now they were both gone, possibly in the heavens? Maybe in the furthest regions of the desert? Sadly wherever they were she only hoped they were happy, free from the harsh struggle that bore down on every animal’s soul including her own. Was she strong enough to carry on her family’s genes alone? Time would only tell.

Hearing footsteps, Morning Glory regained her composition and balance before calling out to the approaching foraging party. Here was far enough for their first stop and with herself already in a sentry position they were safe to look to food.



Having been walking slowly with Splash, Chester Quavers heard the call and looked to her friend before sniffing the sand. If she found anything that was edible she sure would share it with the older female. Today was a rare occasion for them both to be out and about with the family so she was eager to make the most of every moment.

Splash smiles and looks down at little Chester Quavers. She begins thinking about how many things have gone wrong since she had been separated from her brothers, so long ago... The young female begins digging. Her thoughts drift to her best friend Cloud Catcher. Would she ever see him again?

Almost ravenous, Morning Glory clambered down after a long time sat on guard and scurried around as fast as she could desperate to find the scent of something that would satiate her rumbling stomach. Finding enough food for the day was her number one priority not only for herself but her developing pups, but with the dwindling number of group subordinates to share the burden of sentry duty things were becoming increasingly more difficult.
Striking lucky and uncovering the lair of a resting scorpion, the dominant female coaxed it out of hiding with her long claws and bit down hard on its venomous tail. With the prey disarmed she carried it away into the shade to devour out of sight of anyone else.


Smiling back at Splash, Chester Quavers took that as confident sign and began to dig by herself. Today was going to be a good day for finding a hearty meal as long as she worked as hard as she could to earn it. It wasn’t often that they got to forage out in the desert together but every minute of today she was going to treasure.

Splash begins digging herself. She eventually finds a gecko which she offers to Chester Quavers. Splash has grown to like the younger female quite a bit, and nuzzles her. The splotched female then begins digging for herself. In her depression, Splash has become largely malnourished and will need to sustain herself.

Little Cloud makes vocalizations, she's hungry!

Stratus, meanwhile, is doing sentry while everyone else forged.

((OOC: When I adopt some other Tiny Kats, I'll add them to this post. xD))