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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 19:31:57 GMT -5
The flat moors were lonely in the early morning light. The sky was gray, and the air was cool. The wind whistled harshly, rippling the three inch long grass. The grass and the sky seemed to go on forever, and the wind whipped at everythign that moved. The rabbits werehiding from the storm that the clouds pormised, and the birds were to sleepy to sing much. For the most part, nothing was awake.
But a slender, reddish cat was awake. He cut through the grass. he seemed to contrast on the gray and pale grey green. His red fur was like a spot of scarlet blood on a dull surface. He had bright, electric colored green eyes that were as col as ice, and had a wild harded edge about him. He had a rugged, wild appeal, and with his snide, sarcastic attitude had made no freinds.
He had come through to the forest a moon ago from the city, where he had fought for every hour of his life, every scrap of food. Here it was tame. He was a restless cat, having no cats to fight with. He was wild, and had a vocabulary worse than a foxes. He bore scars, and the hardened tough ways of life he led were intimidating to most cats.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 19:32:13 GMT -5
[ooc]Anyone who is up to it can reply...[/ooc]
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 29, 2006 19:39:21 GMT -5
The powerful bengal tom slank through the moors, a irritated look cast over his eyes. So far the only cat that agreed with him was Shorepaw, the others were all too scared to defy their leader and deputy. Pathetic. He spat on the ground to display his anger, sitting down and glowering at his golden paws while his mind formed a plan for finding more followerers. There had to be cats dark enough to do such a 'treacherous' thing.
His eyes caught sight of a unknown figure and he looked up, unsheathing his claws instinctively and lifting his head challengingly. He pushed himself to his paws and hissed into the darkness threateningly. "Who goes there?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 19:46:34 GMT -5
Relax *****. It's someone from your clan.
Then the cat proceeded to call the clan every rude name under the sun. His deep, scratchy voice, and lynx like features made him tough, and when he slid gracefully thorugh the grass, his lean, panther like body was that of a killers. His fur was even red, and his eyes, like little peices of green ice, glittered in a way reninicent of water.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 29, 2006 20:02:08 GMT -5
OOC: oops! how did I miss that it was early morning?? -cheese comforts me-
Smokepelt curled up his lip at the name, but didn't sheath his claws as he retorted in a low voice. "I don't see how that should make me relax, *****(no, it's not 'female dog', it's actually the opposite >.>). "
He didn't move as he got a better view of the cat, vaguely recognizing him as Thiefrider. Quite a different cat than the ones he was use to in his everyday clanlife, but this could prove valuable. After sniffing the air briefly for others he sat down, his eyes still hard as he scanned him over. "But I have not come here to fight. Tell me, Thiefrider, what does the word 'kittypet' make you think?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 20:05:42 GMT -5
An' why the blo**y f*** would I tell you?
The tom answered mildly. Cursing was intergrated in his noraml vocabualry, he wasn't nesecarily angry. Being the rpugh cat that he was, his vocabluarly matched him.
It makes me think doesn't belong near me, the-
Then he used a whole string of words that started bad and got a whole lot worse. But he stretched, and slid easily into a half seat.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 29, 2006 20:13:39 GMT -5
Smokepelt smirked, finding his choice of grammar surprising to an extent, but not intimidating or if he did he didn't let it show. "So, shall we say a certain kittypet has strayed into ShadowClan. I don't see either of us taking a liking to it - at all. Am I correct?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 20:32:44 GMT -5
Well, not really. There are some of us born for the clans. I'm not made for this easy life, but that cat's gotta go.
The tom drawled, cussing the kitty pet out good naturedly. He sretched, lithe mucels sctretching and his sharp clwas unsheating for a moment. Then he sat up and looked this other cat in the eyes with his iice cold, hard green eyes. A long calculating, distursting, and slightly bored look was shot at this warrior.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 29, 2006 20:35:53 GMT -5
"Even if that cat is ShadowClan's deputy? Dewstorm." He spat the name as if it were venom, curling up his nose in distaste. "Perhaps you have heard of her 'love' toward RiverClan. Before my very eyes she betrayed her clan and let the ******* go."
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 29, 2006 20:41:48 GMT -5
Nevr seen teh wench. What ahppened to the-
He contunued cursing worse than before. It was natural to him, and he could get nasty when he wasnted to. But one ear was permanently trained on the other cat. H
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 29, 2006 23:44:51 GMT -5
OOC: UGH my bird won't shut up and no way am I going down to face my father after what just went down. -rubs head- I'll post when I get some courage or birdy goes night-night
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 30, 2006 18:44:37 GMT -5
[ooc]Aww goldy. Whats up?[/ooc]
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jun 30, 2006 23:03:17 GMT -5
OOC: My sister stormed away from dinner last week and this week my mom stormed away...I'm getting sick and tired of it. Nobody's talking to one another. And what do you mean 'Whhat happened to the-?" he talkin' 'bout Dewstorm?
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 30, 2006 23:36:44 GMT -5
[ooc]Yeah. He doesnt know her, so he just cussed her out.... Again. [/ooc]
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 1, 2006 17:00:50 GMT -5
"She got away. Scott free. I want her gone. I want her to be punished. I want her to hurt, but I need help. Your help, and others." The bengal tom hissed in response.
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