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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 26, 2006 14:29:23 GMT -5
Destinypaw looked in the direction he did and groaned inwardly. Her warm, soft housecat bed felt so far away now. The multi-colored she-cat nodded and meowed jokingly. "I do hope they have more than one den...there's so many cats, where would find the air to breathe all cramped up like that?"
It was one of the worst jokes imaginable, but she had never been one to joke around or really play. It was keep yourself clean, groom yourself, learn everything you can, taunt the competition, and keep yourself clean. Where could she find the time to play during all that? But times were different now...
She wondered how long until her claws came in from their trimmed state. How long until her pelt adjusted to the weather changes. And how long it would take until she could hunt and learn to play? What would happen if she attacked Oakheart right now? Would he take it as a real attack?
Question after question raced through her mind until she just launched herself at Oakheart with sheathed paws. It was hard to tell if she was playing or not with the stoic expression on her face. This was all very, very new to her...
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Post by Marly on Apr 26, 2006 17:10:26 GMT -5
Oakheart thought little of the joke, he coudl tell the soft she-cat was use to places much different from this, it was easy to tell she was a kittypet...or use to be? He wondered how on earth she would be able to adjust, shrugging, trying to explain a little he opened to his mouth, "Theirs different dens for different levels of cats, Apprentices den, nursery, med-" he stopped mid sentence as he heard a shuffling he looked down, to see the housecat leaping onto him. The brown fur along his spine began to rose, the large tom started to duck, but was still lightly skimmed by the she-cats shoulder. He shook his head, not knowing wheather the fluffly furred feline was serious or not? He swung a massaive paw at the she cat's cheek, giving her a light scuff, claws neatly tucked away within his paw, knowing not to hurt the soft kittypet. "What are you playing at?" he said, sternly, though it became apparent to him that it she probley didn't get the whole clan life thing....what was she doing here? "Well, you'll have to do much better then that to bring the mighty Oak down. First thing for kittypets to know about clan life is that your supose to get along with your clan mates....ok well, nobody does, but you don't randomly try to attack the cat your talking to. Thiers alot for you to learn....your mentor is gonna have a alot to teach you." he said quietly, looking the she-cat up and down. He briskly licked the chocolate fur tha had bristled in the alarm, washing it back down. He chuckled lightly to himself.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 26, 2006 22:28:17 GMT -5
Destinypaw purred in amusement and rolled onto her back, her soft white belly bathing in the sunlight. She teased softly - expecting him to know what a show was. "I guess you don't do much playing either. And don't call me kittypet! I was a housecat, but not anymore! I've ridden a wild river of death, idiot. And taken down more cats than you can imagine in shows. Think that's soft 'kittypet' material?"
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Post by Marly on Apr 27, 2006 17:27:28 GMT -5
Oakheart's lips drew back, but he shook his head, this she-cat wasn't worth it anyways. "Playing is for kits....I watched you from behind as you rode the so called 'Wild River of Death' You were in a twoleg box, and had to be saved...." Now would be a great time to attack her...but he knew he couldn't, the poor kittypet probley didn't even realize how unprotected her stomach was. "show show show, those are those twoleg compotetions to see which cat is the shallowest, right? Well...congradulations, that won't help you out here princess." He said, shaking his chocolate skull, he padded away, checking out the dens.
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Post by rex. on Apr 27, 2006 18:47:30 GMT -5
OOCL oh he just blaized you!
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 27, 2006 22:29:03 GMT -5
Playfullness was replaced with pure rage as claws sprang out of their sheaths. A low growl erupted from her throat as she bolted after him quickly(well as quickly as she could..), yowling out ferociously, her lips curling into a cold-hearted sneer. "Take it back! You certainly know a lot about housefolk. Sure you're no housecat yourself, Oaky woaky? Or did you just let housefolk rub their hands all over you for a few scraps of fish? I thought we were getting along rather nicely - I try something new for a change and you blow up on me! If this is clanlife then maybe I should have accepted Fiero's offer and gone to live with his housefolk. At least I'd be appreciated then and not traded over and over again for seaweed... I may have even been loved!"
OOC: I love Dessie
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Post by kash on Apr 28, 2006 5:48:48 GMT -5
OOC oh i see how it is...
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Post by Marly on Apr 28, 2006 16:05:17 GMT -5
Oakheart bleakly turned his head, azure orbs staring at the small annoyance, her words didn't really phase him. His tail lashed from side to side, creme tip drawing out the swayed movements. He had expected her to react this way, he didn't mind toying with the she-cat's mind, she'd have to get use to it if she even wanted to try to survive out here. "Put 'em away, you couldn't even hurt me in my sleep." He knew he was right, she was a kittypet, muscles not yet formed, claws neatly trimmed, it would take time for these things, and he a warrior, still a young one, but he'd been through alot, Moonclan had battled many wars to keep what they could, until they had finally given in. Oakheart focused back in on the delicate little she-cat. "You want me take back truth? Well, be my guest to try, once words are spilled thier not a way they can be reformed. I'm not saying their isn't room for change in your style, but it'd better be changing pretty quickly. Follow your heart and all the mushy stuff everyone else tells you, if you really regret your choice, perhaps clan life isn't right for you then? Your choice not mine....And i'll have you know i've never even seen a twoleg...I was born outside thier pasteurs, but soon taken to Clan for protection...or what i figure? He said shrugging, he hadn't really remembered much 'bout his family, he could recall his sister's scent, he had no idea he had his mother's personality. The sable tom cat half loved his mother for giving him up, as he loved clan life, and without her hard choice he wouldn't be here, but always wondered what it would have been like living with her, a loner. Oakheart too thought they had been doing fine togather, though, perhaps it was her so called 'playing', or perhaps the rude comment of him being called an idiot, her bragging about having a shallow kittypet life? There had been kittypets joining Moonclan in the past before, they seemed just as stuck up as her, though they didn't even last this long in the clan, they came and went usually on the first day...
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 28, 2006 16:26:42 GMT -5
"Get a life." Destinypaw's words were simple seeing as she could find no others. She turned tail and stalked toward the exit. This wasn't what she expected. All the other cats had been nice to her, but not Oakheart. He had seemed cool, up till now. She knew playing was cursed, it only got you into trouble. Someone or something always ended up getting hurt. Her paws carried her outside the camp and to...well...whatever place the forest she was creeping into was called.
The apprentice knew this wouldn't end well, nothing ended well out here, but she had to toughen up right? Some of Oakheart's words were true and she knew it. That's why she was so determined to prove him wrong. She had a burning desire to prove herself to him, Phantomwind, and Fiero.
OOC: you can probably see I'm pretty bored and Dessie is my fav charrie to pick on >> I think I might see a love triangle here too
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Post by Marly on Apr 28, 2006 16:59:09 GMT -5
OOC: oh dear....xD Oakheart was suspose to have a mate...but it never worked out...the gal went doment...i never did get to finish that plot? oh well...
Oakheart shook his head as he watched her pad out the camp, was it really that easy to get rid of her, or was she just going to cool off? he no longer cared, she was a stuck up kittypet anyways. Still, he was quite curious to see where she was going, he let out a sigh, laying down in the reeds. (sorry, mother needs the phone, be on later tonight)
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Post by saharastar on Apr 28, 2006 17:12:09 GMT -5
Saharpaw looked up at his mentor. He had finally got his name! He wanted to blurt out a million questons but said, slowly, "Is this going to be a hard journey to be a warrior?"
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Post by [F]irekee on Apr 28, 2006 17:19:04 GMT -5
moonstorm smiled, "it depends what you call hard, but i don't it will be if you train hard" he meowed.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Apr 30, 2006 17:13:41 GMT -5
Phantomwind ambled over to where Destinypaw stood. He watched her with his cool, calculating eyes before nodding to her, and pressing his nose to hers breofly, as tradition required. I am Phantomwind, as you know, and I will be training you to become a warrior. His voice was a low, flat rumble wiht no realy feelings to it. He took a step back. In comparison wiht Oakheart, he was not a large cat. But he carried himself as if he was huge, and scars riddled his lithe body. He had firm mucles and not an ounce of fat, moving with a silent grace easily. He had long, wickedly curved teeth, and as he unsheathed his claws into the dirt, they glinted.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 30, 2006 17:19:30 GMT -5
OOC: uh gonna say she didn't leave yet heh
Destinypaw purred sweetly and nodded, swiping her tongue over his muzzle before he drew away. She smiled and asked patiently. "I look forward to it, Phantomwind. When will we start?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Apr 30, 2006 17:20:37 GMT -5
Now, if it would suit you, the tom replied. (since his RPer had nothing else to say...)
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