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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 26, 2007 15:20:47 GMT -5
The wind was cold and unpredictable, whipping the heavy rain this way and that. First all of the water would be coming down hard in one direction and, as soon as the grass was bent and the animals sheltered, the painful drops would seek them out, switching their aim. Everything would move to accommodate the erratic weather - what other choice was there?
Shimmer's eyes were narrowed against the cold and wet, focused on one place - her own den. There she would be safe from the storm. She didn't like how this kind of night gave her flashbacks, letting buried memories surface. She liked them at first - scenes from Fang's death raced through her head, almost making her laugh out loud. But then, after a little bit of those, her mind wandered back to previous instances, her mother's death, her first kill. Those, too, were fine with her; she enjoyed re-watching her mother's astonished eyes and that apprentice's terrified expression. But then unwanted thoughts came - Silver's death; her stupid innocence...
God, if this keeps up... I have to get back." She kept along, watching and scenting. She smelled a loner she hadn't met, perhaps new to the area. Ears flattened, Shimmer got ready to fight. She didn't really want to have a battle - her usual desires were left behind in the greater one of being back in her meadow.
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Post by Mousey on Dec 26, 2007 15:44:02 GMT -5
The drops were coming down as tiny explosions, each hurting a little more than the next. He was racing the weather, his strides getting longer and faster paced. He was hurtling now, flying through the forest. Once he reached his destination he need to get past the larger, deeper stream. He wanted to eat this mouse in nice, dry, peace.
He was standing at the edge of the stream when he noticed the scent of anothr cat. Mousenose had never had a visitor. The feeling of cold changed into threat, he perked up and slowly put the mouse down, his meal would have to wait, he readied himself for anything. Hello?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 27, 2007 11:02:26 GMT -5
Already in a terrible mood, Shimmer had no patience for games and her usual playful cruelty. "What?" she hissed rudely, coming into view of the stranger. His scent, though difficult to discern in the storm, was the same as the smell of the land - this was the loner's territory. If he had a problem with her hurtling through it, well, he would have a surprise - the silver-pointed white she-cat just didn't care. She stopped running to glare furiously at him with narrowed, sapphire eyes as if she was challenging him to chase her away. Most days she would be willing to stay a while, have some fun, start a fight. But not now. The sky was dark with heavy clouds and the air was think with rain. If ever an unpleasant time to be outside, now was it. Shimmer didn't mind hail and could care less about wind so hard it nearly knocked her over, but she just hated when it poured rain. She hated the feel of the soil, slimy and wet beneath her gray paws and her own fur, soaked and heavy with freezing water.
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Post by Mousey on Dec 28, 2007 7:44:27 GMT -5
Yeah she must have been as miserbale as he was in this weather but that was no reason to be rude, especially in his territory. He wasn't frightened by the she-cat just infuriated, he was headed toward his den for a nice meal and she had to come running by, in this weather, what was she doing out here? Mousensoe didn't want to start a fight but it was obvious she didn't care. He slowly padded toward the she-cat, eyeing her carefully. Trying to to give off any hint that he was furious. "What?" He glared at her and couldn't help but think just get out of my way an leave. His mouse was waiting and so was his stomach, his mind was set on the food and getting out of the weather. "I belive the question is: What are you doing here, in my territory?" He stopped and sat down flicking his tail back and forth.
OOC: Sorry for the bad post..
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 28, 2007 9:55:56 GMT -5
"What does it look like? Running like death was on my heals to get out of this rain." She was in a thoroughly bad mood, but Shimmer wasn't one to just head on out of the territory. She had started the little face-off and now, no matter how wet she was, she would finish it. Pride was a huge block in front of common sense. She still didn't want to fight, wishing that he would show a little less vanity and step aside, letting her win. That would be the easiest thing - then they'd both get home. She looked small with her fur so wet, dripping down her sides. Her long pelt clung to water, and Shimmer knew that she would not be dry for a very long time.
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Post by Mousey on Dec 28, 2007 19:30:28 GMT -5
He really wasn't in the mood, hungry and wet don't mix, his mid-length fur drenched. If she was going to start something with tom he was going to win, no matter what. He glared at her with such a fierocity it should have sent her running. He wanted her to just run, give up and run. "Well get going then, just leave now." He smirked stood up and started padding back toward the mouse, keeping alert just incase she didn't take that to well. He wanted her to take the warning and get going, but he could sense anger.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 29, 2007 22:30:33 GMT -5
She wanted to attack, but the desperate need to get home overrode her desire. "I'm Shimmer, by the way, and this isn't over." She started running again, fast and streamlined, as if it was the very wind she was trying to match. She wove through trees, almost blinded by the pelting drops, trying desperately to just get home. She was hungry, but that would have to wait. Because more importantly, she was tired and wet.
OOC: sorry... terrible post.
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Post by Mousey on Dec 30, 2007 0:30:10 GMT -5
OOC: It's ok mine are just as bad. xD
He took that as promise considering how she was acting. He watched he run off and was pleased with it. Now he could eat his meal, we picked up the plump, wet mouse and hoppedacross the stream almost not making it and headed for his den. His pelt was soaked and he wasn't to pleased he had to stay in the rain longer than needed.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 12, 2008 22:50:34 GMT -5
OOC: Yours are great for someone who just joined, though... anyway, I guess this is the end of the thread?
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Post by Mousey on Feb 21, 2008 0:10:21 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks a bunch. Yeah guess so, sorry for being gone so long, I'm horrible at keeping track of things, that and my computer decided to die. ;-;
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 22, 2008 22:53:32 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine! My internet decided to bail on me for a little while, too. We just got phone & internet back, for some reason it stopped working.
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Post by Mousey on Feb 24, 2008 15:15:14 GMT -5
OOC: Ahh loss of phone and interwebz! =o
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