Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 19, 2007 23:49:53 GMT -5
[ooc]- a little plot of my own.
Silver-blue limbs carried themselves swiftly through the rat invested carrion. With a shiny glint of alabaster fangs the rats backed away, and the she-cat leader was left alone. Azure orbs glittered curiously as a silver-tinged maw parted, letting a strange scent drift in. Dewstar let a quiet snarl pass through clenched teeth, Show yourself, rogue.
Two icy optics stared out from a pile of pungent twoleg garbage. A lithe, ebony she-cat stalked out from behind the rubbish. Quite a nose you have, considering all the trash here. The rogue inquired, her voice taunting her. Simple gawked at the rats gathering around her. Claws unsheathed, the she-cat rogue swiped at the rodents, knocking a few of them to the ground.
State your business, or be gone. Dewstar growled, her pelt bristled along the spine. No rogues would get past her.
Simple smirked slightly. A just wanted to drop the leader a few hints. She taunted once more, knowing that this she-cat was the leader.
I am the leader, keep talking.. The blue-eyed she-cat spoke. Her fur relaxed a bit, but the hostility burning through the rogue's pelt still remained.
I just wanted to say, keep an eye out for a group of gathering rogues, loners, and clan cats. Simple said, as if it were a normal thing. She turned around swiftly and walked away a wide grin planted on her face.
The leader let out a vicious hiss. What does that mean? She yowled, her voice almost desperate. Dewstar gave no chase to the younger she-cat, because she knew that the rogue could easily outrun her. With a disappointed sigh, she laid down and placed her chin on her paws.
Silver-blue limbs carried themselves swiftly through the rat invested carrion. With a shiny glint of alabaster fangs the rats backed away, and the she-cat leader was left alone. Azure orbs glittered curiously as a silver-tinged maw parted, letting a strange scent drift in. Dewstar let a quiet snarl pass through clenched teeth, Show yourself, rogue.
Two icy optics stared out from a pile of pungent twoleg garbage. A lithe, ebony she-cat stalked out from behind the rubbish. Quite a nose you have, considering all the trash here. The rogue inquired, her voice taunting her. Simple gawked at the rats gathering around her. Claws unsheathed, the she-cat rogue swiped at the rodents, knocking a few of them to the ground.
State your business, or be gone. Dewstar growled, her pelt bristled along the spine. No rogues would get past her.
Simple smirked slightly. A just wanted to drop the leader a few hints. She taunted once more, knowing that this she-cat was the leader.
I am the leader, keep talking.. The blue-eyed she-cat spoke. Her fur relaxed a bit, but the hostility burning through the rogue's pelt still remained.
I just wanted to say, keep an eye out for a group of gathering rogues, loners, and clan cats. Simple said, as if it were a normal thing. She turned around swiftly and walked away a wide grin planted on her face.
The leader let out a vicious hiss. What does that mean? She yowled, her voice almost desperate. Dewstar gave no chase to the younger she-cat, because she knew that the rogue could easily outrun her. With a disappointed sigh, she laid down and placed her chin on her paws.
