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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 25, 2007 15:24:24 GMT -5
The place had no sign of habitation at first glance; there was no fur shed anyway, and the scents of cats were rare and usually old. Pawprints in the mud were scarce, and always seemed to be heading through not into or out of. If looked through briefly, not a den or sleeping place would be seen save for the birds' nests and the occasional abandoned fox set. But if one scented well and looked closely, the few pawprints all showed the same paws and the scents were all of one cat, with a few fresher scents weaving paths. And, in the forest that covered most of the land, just next to the little stream, was a whole dug - by a badger - that had newer feline smells to it, with scattered clumps of moss. It was from this little burrow that a black cat arose, blinking as if he had just woken up and the dusk light was hurting his ebony orbs. Actually, he had just woken up, but the rapid closing and opening of his eyelids was out of habit and not necessity. His deep pools, the same black color as the entire rest of him, had adjusted immediately to the quickly fading daylight.
Shadow had already stretched inside his den, just after waking, so he was now alert and ready to start the night. He was almost purely nocturnal, rarely staying awake for the sunlit hours. His fur was semi-short, and he was large with a strong build, but lithe and quick, perfect for roaming the dark hours. He blended into nights, the starlight and moonshine absorbed by his pelt and almost never reflecting any hint of brightness back. He opened his mouth, breathing in and tasting the forest air, and then set off. He often slept in places that he found, but this had been one of those rare days when he had found himself back in his own territory as breaking dawn, and rested. He would most likely not see the inside of the den again for up to a quarter moon. There was never anyplace he was expected, so he began to let his legs take him where they would.
OOC: Streamy, come! After some time this thread will probably be open to others... I don't know.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 26, 2007 16:03:42 GMT -5
SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I finally worked up a worthy post for Cindy!!
Just beyond the hustle and bustle of the Twoleg town lied the outskirts. The outskirts were home to most loners who preferred the soft grass and crisp, clean air of the fields opposed to the hard blackened rivers; cement sidewalks and the overwhelming stench of the traffic that coated everything in its sickly aroma in the large town. If one were to travel deeper into the fields behind the city, they would discover many territories. Within one, they would find a small gathering of rocks, which were put together so that a cat-sized creature could fit into one of the small holes. One black shape was huddled into a large crack. Not far was a den where another dark cat lay.
Plip. Plip. plip. plip. plip...
A contoured figure was roughly outlined in the gathering darkness in a large crack between several dark gray rocks. A muffled grunt was stifled as the figure rolled onto its back and stretched, in an irritated manner. The figure got to its feet and released a massive silent yawn. It was trespassing on Shadow's territory--he would have to go greet his fellow tomcat sooner or later.He seemed irritated by his sudden awakening. Said "figure" in question, was a large, muscular tomcat; with thick smoky black fur and narrowed golden orbs. Twin pools of molten gold thinned to slits as the cat padded towards the opening of the cave. The pre-sunset light spilled through the opening in the rocks; lighting everything ablaze in a wave of honey gold. The large tomcat let out a hiss of annoyance, his ears pressing tightly against his crania. Couldn't it just be night already?
Lightning wasn't used to the sunlight, he usually slept from sunhigh to twilight; preferring to act lively during the darker hours of the day. He was... nocturnal, per say. Lightning let out another hiss, golden pools narrowed uncomfortably. Realizing he might as well stay up now that he was already awake, the dark tom started in the direction of the large den. He was there to meet Shadow--a bit of catching up. As Shadow got up Lightning called his name. He knew the cat, but hadn't talked to him in moons (is that okay, Cindy?).
Shadow!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 2, 2007 10:00:13 GMT -5
ooc; amazing post! I don't know how I'll ever be up to those standards with my post..
Shadow padded out of his den, not even wondering in what direction his legs would take him. Completely fearless, the great black-eyed tom didn't mind moving through or even sleeping in Clan territories. The Clans always woke a cat before threatening them, and if they found him he was always willing to back down. He valued life over pride, a good skill to have in a world of dangerous fighters. His eyes scanned the area, lit with the remaining light of the day. Soon the darkness would be heavy and mysterious, polluted only by fireflies and the bright, reflective orbs of animals.
Shadow had barely taken a step away from the cave when a voice sounded. It was clear and deep, a tomcat, and Shadow was sure he knew it somehow. He had probably met this cat before. Shadow came the call, and the cat it was referring to turned. His ears were up to catch any more noise as his eyes looked through the gathering blackness. The finally picked up on two golden pricks of light, cat's eyes by shape, and a body that camouflaged perfectly into the night. Yes, Shadow definitely knew this cat, but the name slipped his memory.
He moved forward on all but silent paws, no sound but the occasional crinkle of leaves underfoot. "Yes," he responded, but it was not as polite as the word usually is. It was agreeing, in a way, that this was indeed Shadow - a pinch of sarcasm made this the case. A sharp edge, however, was in the word. Shadow had put several sentences into that word: "That's me - and this is my territory. I am not angry, but I want to know why you're here. I to some extent trust you because I know you, but not completely. He narrowed his eyes, an act hard to pick up on because of the similar coloring pelt and orbs.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 15, 2007 13:01:54 GMT -5
ooc; yeah, right!
Lightning dipped his head to the loner, and knew that Shadow recognized him, but not completely. He could tell that his name had slipped the other black tomcat, and almost chuckled. As Shadow responded with one word, Lightning blinked. In that one word had been many messages. Why are you here? This is my territory. I don't totally trust you.
Lightning had expected this type of reaction--not angry, but a bit cold. As he stepped forward, moving his body slightly out of the shadows, he spoke.
I am Lightning. I am sure you will remember me. I am here just for a chat, and would like to catch up with you. Do you accept my being here?
ooc; sorry it sucks, but I'm sick and my muse has disappeared =(
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 20, 2007 19:51:01 GMT -5
"Well, you certainly are here. That I must 'accept'. But my acceptance of your staying will take some convincing." He narrowed his eyes, but his muscles were obviously relaxed. Sinking down to a sitting position, Shadow let his black orbs widen to normal again. The action was hard to see, as both his eyes and his face were darker than a moonless night, but somehow the feeling of it was conveyed. Shadow would tolerate this cat, but not tolerate any threat to his land. If Lightning made a single move that seemed at ambitious, Shadow would be quick to assert authority by kicking him out. As long as the other accepted Shadow's territorial dominance, the friendly aura would last.
OOC: Sorty crappy, and I don't even have the excuse of being sick... I remember back when I first joined and I considered four sentences long... *laughs at beginner self*
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