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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Oct 19, 2006 0:08:09 GMT -5
Long, furred body slunk carefully through the low blades of grass. Her steady light amber gaze laid intent on that of a small water vole fickling around the seeds scattered from a willow tree. The air was thicker here, making it somewhat harder to scent prey. After almost two moons here she had enough sense to know she was near water. But she'd never been down this way before, she wasn't even sure if she was still in RiverClan hence the clouded scents.
She launched herself forward, but the vole was faster. It scurried fast to its hole, avoiding her growing claws. A faint hiss left her vocals as she stood again, head immediatly cocking to the side when she saw the image a little better. Intrigued, she stepped closer to the sound of rushing water. It didn't take long for her to stop at the edge of a somewhat small rippling pond. The thing that had her attention was the fast rushing falls that dampened her heavy fur.
It was times like these that she hated and loved water. The sight was beautiful, some would say breathtaking, but she would be licking herself free of this wetness for over an hour. It wouldn't even fix it all then. When she bent her head to peer into the icy waters she was surprised to see tiny fish fleeing from her shadow. Maybe this would be a good place to hunt...there were fish, no matter how small they were, right? She wouldn't eat them, but another cat could. The very faint scent a familiar RiverClan cat entered her nostrils and she turned, trying to see past the mist, her eyes squinting and her nose scrunching up. Hello?
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 19, 2006 0:32:01 GMT -5
A handsome maine coon toma stole out behind her, on silent feet. He grinned and nudged her from the opposite side than she was looking. He gave her his slow, sly grin and his gold eyes were slightly lit up with his childish, yet amusing game. He had long brown fur that glistened and bright, amber-gold eyes. His mucles had firmed since a bit ago and his fur was sleeker. But he was still Fiero, Slypaw, whatever anyone wished to call him. He had been training wiht the Deputy of the clan, Phantomwind, and it had paid off. He said nothing. low voice silent waiitng for his oldest clan friend to verbalize.
[ooc] bad, but I'm tlaking to a suicidal Danni on the phone... so... yeah [/ooc]
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Oct 21, 2006 0:14:51 GMT -5
OOC: Understandable, I hope he's alright.
Fur immediately stood erect when the feel of a cold, wet nose dug into her side briefly before leaving again. Head whipped around, eyes gleaming with a would-be frightening gaze if her body wasn’t standing tall and proud like the stance she had been taught back in her kittypet home. She immediately relaxed when she met the familiar eyes, paws settling back to softness as she returned the grin. Think you’re funny do ya?
As she had many a time before she butted her head against his flank playfully, swiping her tongue over the tip of his ear in greeting. She looked out at the waters again, cocking her head to the side as she purred in a bit of a coy voice. Filled with a mischief only a few could identify. This place is beautiful…But knowing you I’m sure you’ve known about it long before I.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 21, 2006 23:18:41 GMT -5
"Knowing me... Is that supposed to mean something, miss?" He asked, grinning. He yawned, and arched his back for a moment stretching out stiff muscles. He then relaxed and sat down gracefully. His long, tawny fur was sleeker than ever, and his amber eyes were jsut as bright as when he was a kitty pet. But he had lost all fat, and was now as slender as any other forest cat. He did mis sone thing, his freind Stormy though. But he also had a feeling Dessie didn't like the other she cat much, htough the reason was un known to him.
He glanced to the she-cat next to him, and poked her again, one ear twtiching. He didn't answer her first question verbally, but tossed his head in a mock, prissy sort of way. It answered her question enough in his eyes, and as he let his amber eyes stray away from his friends beautiful face, he noted that the leaves were turning and falling. It would begin to get cold soon, and then he would finally be thankful for his long, thick coat.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 16, 2006 21:55:36 GMT -5
At his response, Dessie lifted her head in a proud way, nose sticking up in the air as she shut her eyes lightly. Pretending not to be listening, she flicked her tail against his leg uselessly. When she sneaked a glance at him(in a childish manner), she saw the glint in his eyes and rolled her own. Her mouth opened then closed, eyes brightening mischeviously as she spoke in an almost flirty tone. Well maybe you could teach me a few things then. I mean, I could get...lost. She flashed him a grin before cocking her head to the side, eyes inviting him to give the cool response she knew he would give.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Nov 16, 2006 22:23:03 GMT -5
"I don't think so, kitten. But why are you here? Other than taunting poor innocent toms such as myself?"
His tone was light, and heflicked his tail at her in a feeble, childish retort. He then yawned for a moment stretching taut mucles beneath his tawny fur. He then shook out his head, and let lazy amber eyes flick to her for a moment. He had been freinds with her so much longer than anyone in the clan, he felt a certain endearing tug twoards the other maine coon.
For a moment he supressed the urge to push her into the water. But he did want at least an excuse for an answer to his question, so he decided that that particular impulse could wait a few moment. He turned his attention to her once more, taking a lazing pretence up.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 19, 2006 3:13:25 GMT -5
I needed some time out of camp, try my luck at hunting. She paused before adding with a sigh. And maybe I got a little lost. It was annoying to know she could never lie/not tell the entire truth to him; there was something about his teasing amber eyes that always sparkled with mischief. It made her look like a fool at times, but she was pretty sure Fiero didn't give a rabbit's spit about it.
She flicked her tail against his own in a playful way before asking. And what about you? What is the great Fiero doing so far from RiverClan's fine camp?
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