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Post by earth on Nov 21, 2006 21:34:26 GMT -5
Acaciathorn lay in on the ground. The shade from a tree swelled around her and the pine neetles that came from that tree lay scattered here and there.
Acaciathorn was pondering a thought at the moment. She remembered when she was young, her sister and how they used to be great friends, how they used to play with each other, that was until green-cough seperated them. Acaciathorn had a hard question that lay bubbling in her mind. Is a friend all it's cracked up to be?
Acaciathorn hadn't had a friend since her sister and she hadn't really exactly wanted one. Grief had swollowed her up and she hadn't really opened her eyes to these kind of things until just recently. By now, she had such a reputation fro being quiet and hostile that it was hard to change, and friends wouldn't come so easily.
And what are friends really there for? All that Acaciathron and Dovekit did were play fight, and Acaciathorn didn't imagine that would be as fun as it used to be. Of course, friends had to be for something else.
Friends are for sharing, to love and to hold close. To be able to tell a secret too. But do you really need a friend in life? thought Acaciathorn. And what would happen if the first friend I made all of a sudden got swept away by green-cough too?
Acaciathorn couldn't bare to lose somebody she held so close again. If she did, she'd most likely fall apart into a million peices. So why can't Acaciathorn have a friend? Why is she so unmagnetic to them? Why doesn't she seem to want one?
The she-cat found herself asking the same question in her brain over and over again. What's a friend truly for?
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 22, 2006 16:57:19 GMT -5
Spyro didn't like to cross the borders, but Shadowclan territory was his favorite. He felt like he could go anywhere he wanted. Spyro padded along the fallen trees. His lilac pelt ruffled in the faint breeze.
He scented another cat near-by. She-cat of Shadowclan. he observed silently. Spyro slithered to into a clump of brambles. He had saw her. Spyro didn't want to be seen, so he watched her.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Nov 22, 2006 16:59:46 GMT -5
Thisslemoon spotted acaciathorn through the bushes a chill went down her spine the she-cat was rarley nice to anyone but thisslemoon walked up to her anyway.
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Post by earth on Nov 22, 2006 17:03:21 GMT -5
Acaciathorn flicked her ears, was that footsteps she had heard? She lay still for a minute and listened. Indeed, it had been footsteps she had heard. I no time Thistlemoon was standing before her. She didn't think that the first pair of footsteps she had heard could have been different from the second pair. She was oblivious to the tom that was watching the both of them now.
Acaciathorn didn't speak to the cat, she just looked up at her with her large orange orbs and stared. She was inquiring what Thistlemoon wanted in her mind, and wouldn't say it out loud. Hopefully the she-cat understood and didn't take it as being mean like some cats might.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Nov 22, 2006 17:07:40 GMT -5
"Hello acaciathorn" Thisslemoon meowed she didnt have many friends and still got nervous when talking to other cats. Thisslemoon looked the cat over maybe she will be nice to me.... but then again maybe not Thisslemoon nodded to the she-cat.
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Post by earth on Nov 22, 2006 19:02:49 GMT -5
Acaciathorn gave a slight nod and then looked down at her paws, watching as her claws unsheated themselves and then sheathed again. How weird was this, she had just been thinking about a friend and now she was given a chance to get one. Would she grasp the moment though? Would she be nice to Thistlemoon -- nicer then normal that is. Or would she just be her same old quiet self that seemed mean to others.
Acaciathorn decided to stay herself. She couldn't change. Not just like that. She needed time. She just lay there, her eyes focused on her swiftly moving claws. She seemed to cower in Thistlemoons presence she felt like she had grown ten times smaller then she really was. Yes, she wanted a friend, but it wasn't that easy for her.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Nov 22, 2006 19:05:14 GMT -5
Oh no she doesnt like me "I..I am s..sorry if I b..b..bothred y..you" Thisslemoon meowed.
ooc:when she is nervous she cant speak
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Post by earth on Nov 22, 2006 19:07:52 GMT -5
Acaciathorn glanced up at Thistlemoon, letting her eyes leave her claws. Seeing the she-cat also in a state of some kind of mistery kind of warmed Acaciathorns heart in an odd way. She instantly shook her head and muttered a few barely audible words, "No, don't be." Her voice was as thin as a slip of tissue paper and her eyes didn't look straight into Thistlemoons when she spoke, but atleast she had spoken.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Nov 22, 2006 19:10:20 GMT -5
"B..but I k..know I..I s..s...s..should have l..left y..you alone" thisslemoon tried to say the words good but they didnt come out right she looked at her paws embaressed of her voice.
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Post by earth on Nov 22, 2006 19:13:21 GMT -5
Acaciathorn shook her head, she was starting to become impatient with the stumbling words and the misunderstanding of all this. Acaciathorn was one to get annoyed easily. "Don't be sorry. I wasn't doing anything anyway," she said, her voice giving off a slight hint of irritation. Even if her voice tone said so, she didn't want Thistlemoon to leave, she didn't want to be left alone again. She pretended like she was looking back down at her paws as she watched Thistlemoon out of the corner of her eye. She hoped the she-cat wouldn't keep stumbling over every single word.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 22, 2006 20:41:34 GMT -5
Spyro shook his head. There was no reason for her to get nervous. He was itching to go out and meet them, but he wasn't a clan cat. He sighed and shifted his body to the left, crunching a few dead leaves.
Spyro winced, hoping they hadn't noticed.
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Post by earth on Nov 23, 2006 9:34:25 GMT -5
Acaciathorn did notice. She flicked her ears and sharply turned her head to the right. Inside those bushes was somebody unwanted, spying on them, listening to what they were saying. Acaciathorn scented the air, and caught a good wiff of a tom. She got to her paws and started to walk over, a glare in her eyes. Her claws were unsheated, ready for anything that could happen.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 23, 2006 22:55:43 GMT -5
Spyro froze; the she-cat was moments away from clawing his eyes out. He had no decision, but to spring into action. He whipped out of the brambles, swinging branches, twigs, and leaves everywhere.
He unsheathed his long, white, needle-like claws. His lilac fur bristled from his hackles to his spine and the end of his tail raised.
-He isn't looking for a fight, but he didn't know what to do.-
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Post by earth on Nov 24, 2006 8:58:04 GMT -5
Acaciathorn hissed angrily and her fur all over her body stood on end. Her orange eyes narrowed and glittered dangerously. "Why are you here loner?" Acaciathorn spat angril. Her claws dug into the ground with fury and she hissed some more, growling at the same time, showing her ivory white teeth. She waited, would he reply or make a move?
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Nov 24, 2006 9:14:55 GMT -5
Thisslemoons eyes caught sight of the loner she jumped next to aciathorn her fur bristled and claws unsheathed "Well answer the question!" Thisslemoon growled without stumbling over any words. Thisslemoon watched the tom carefully Loner hes a loner on clan territory who does he think he is tresspassing on shadowclan territory! !. Thisslemoon stuck her claws in and out of the ground , having to unhook pieces of dirt and leaf. She stood waiting for an answer.
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