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Post by rex. on Jan 26, 2006 12:35:13 GMT -5
Kashclaw watched spirit stalk a leaf. her form was improoving alot already, but she still had a long way to go. the black tom shook his head I'm acting like I'm her mentor! he told himself as he looked up at his real apprentice
Kashclaw's eyes widened as he watched Bearpaws antics. "well you might as well be a warrior already, hunting like that, at first glance, even i might say so!" he praised
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Post by icefang on Jan 26, 2006 16:02:21 GMT -5
"That was amazing!" Spirit said in awe. I hope I can do that someday, she thought. She thought vaguely that she was looking up to a cat younger than her. But he deserves the praise, she thought. He is younger than me, but wiser and more skilled in the way of the warrior... and he seldom acts like a young cat.
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Post by icefang on Jan 26, 2006 16:04:14 GMT -5
OOC: You'll notice she does a lot of thinking, just to let you know..
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 26, 2006 16:45:41 GMT -5
Bearpaw shuffled his paws akwardly. Thanks. But I've had some practice, he said not looking wihter cat in the eyes. He put the bird down next to the other catches, and looked away. He did what he had to, in order to survive. In his past that had meant killing creatures that were mad, weak, or dying. It had meant being fast, and beating the other animal. He had almost failed, but Bearpaw was a surviver. At otehr times in his past, it had been to catch and eat only birds and rabbits; the mice were poisoned wiht drugs to make him angry. It had also meant that staying calm was teh only way to stay alive. In the nearest of his haunted past, to survive meant to lie. To lie low, and to lie verbally. He had not liked lying to those that might help, but as the other option had always been death, lying was what he did. Not showing emotion; Not getting mad; But at the same time making other mad wiht calmy barbed words and indifference. Not letting others catch on to what he was thinking, doing, or planning. Hiding his past, his present, his future. Then he had come to the clans. He had never met cats so trusting; So noble; So unwilling to kill to survive. It had fantasicated him, thouhg no one knew. Cats that had so much loyalty that they choose to die for others rather than survive. Cats whose past was so different from his. He had also seen teh rogues, and noticed how very much like him they were. BUt they didnt kill to survive; tehy killed to feel blood of the innocent run. So much like his mother, and his brother. They killed, but not always to survive. Sometimes just to feel teh satisfaction of taking an equals life. He hadnt killed to kill. He saw that as pointless; it ruined the lives of more than just the killed. And having the conciouns of killing another cat, one so much like him that they were the same, but not. But to kill a cat like that? Drive it off; or stun it to make an escape, maybe. But not just to feel the liquid of life, that had stained his pelt so many itmes before, to fell it run under his claws. That felt to much like his old life to him; the very life he had run and fled from. He had run from killing, so to kill some more was completly pointless. He looked up at Spirit, wondnering if these cats that must have been different form her also intruiged her. He looked back at the velvety sky, remebering the days when metal bars had always been between him and his freedom. He licked a white paw, his amber eyes straying to the deep, rutting scars on his belly once more. He remebered how those had ahppened so well. So clearly. He had been shut into the ring again, his belly growling with hunger. In those days he had been a skinny, muscular tom, wiht a pelt un marred as it was now. His pelt had been dull, but his eyes had been just as sharp. He had been anrgry. The anger of his cuts from the barbed wire, of his growling hunger, of the corpse of his dead brother. Then the whipping ones had shot little wasp like stings at him, making him hiss wiht anger. He wanted to claw them so badly, to rip their throats out wiht such force... The five moon old cat had not been drugged, their was no need. The anger, the rage, the utter fury, and will to kill them. Then a massive creature was shoved in their wiht him. It was huge, wiht a bristiling gry pelt. It had a long snout, curved teeth, and towered over the small cat. THe humans began to jeer and it howled. A wail of anger, humiliation, melancholy, and feirce loathing. It snarled, and leaped straight for Bearpaw. THe small cat leaped out of the way, a viel falling over his mind. It was a lace sheet of fury, and the willingness to murder. The wolf whirled around and snapped at him, almost catchign his leg in its jaws. The cat leaped out of the way again, infuriating the doglike creature. He let out a taunting hiss, calmly dodging each blow and hit the wolf threw at him. The he leaped at it, wicked claws extended. The dog cowered for a moment, then raised a massive paw, barreling Bearpaw out of the air. He landed against the wire wiht a sickening thud, as blood began to ooze out of the deep cuts on his belly. Enraged he leaped at the wolf again, this time landing squarley on its chest. It scrabbled at him for a moment, then Bearpaw, feeling the wolf's claw dig into his own chest leaned forward. With his gleamin, adderlike fangs, he ripped out the wolf's throat. He had then colapesd by tis body, panting. A human reached its paw in to grab him, or his prize. He screamed with rage, and flew at its arm. THis thing had caused all his greif, pain, and anger. BUt anotehr human quickly shot him wiht a dart, and dazed he hit the wire wall again. He had woken up to find another cat in the cage next to his, and his cuts healed. There was meat in his dish, and water. Surprised he drank and ate it all. That had been a moon before he had escaped, but the memory was fresh in his mind. He shuddered as he recalled the fight. Then he looked back at the toehrs, his guarded expression not showing them even a trace of his past.
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Post by icefang on Jan 26, 2006 17:36:19 GMT -5
Spirit wondered what he was thinking. Whenever he wasn't talking, he seemed to be thinking. But I'm like that too. She turned her gaze to Bearpaw. He was very scarred, when his older Clanmates had less visible wounds to show. Is he a careless apprentice? she wondered. No, that's not it. She desperately wanted to know, but decided to wait until they got back to camp.
{She's black...}
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 26, 2006 17:42:04 GMT -5
"Hello," said a cat, sounding quite guarded. "Are you new?" he asked suspicously and sniffed Spirit
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 26, 2006 20:22:10 GMT -5
Seapaw trotted into some long grass, and came back with a rabbit."that was easy to catch, maybe the rabbits are getting stupider"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 26, 2006 21:18:57 GMT -5
Bearpaw bit back a mean remark that he could have used to snap at others in the past. He just raised a brow, and looked at the new cat. No, shes a rogue. We just happen to be sitting here calmly takling to her, he muttered so that only Spirit could hear. He didnt want to offend the otehr cat, but he had to tell someone, and he'd already told her his past, so she was as close to a friend as he'd ever had.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 27, 2006 17:04:19 GMT -5
OOC:Froggy you're playing Pondfur right?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 28, 2006 3:56:44 GMT -5
Prettypelt gave a purr of amusement as she watched the cats around her and stalked off into the grass, returning with a small magpie. She set it down an resumed watching her clanmates with her hot blue eyes.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2006 8:22:59 GMT -5
Kashclaw looked up as Prettypelt returned and smiled at her catch. a breeze flew past him carrying the scent of a Squirrle, not far off. the Black tom stood and flicked his tail to silence the other cats. "Spirit, do you smell that"
OOC: Gah! i did it again!!
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Post by icefang on Jan 28, 2006 9:58:04 GMT -5
Spirit let out a snort of laughter that she quickly turned into a cough. At Kashclaw's words, she sniffed. She couldn't smell anything, so she opened her mouth and inhaled deeply, letting the scents of the uplands hit the scent glands on the roof of her mouth. "I think so..." she said. "Is it a squirrel?"
OOC: What did you do again?
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 28, 2006 14:27:29 GMT -5
Seapaw looked up."it's snowing again, but last time it was lighter"Seapaw meowed worriedly.
OOC:the blizzard has started!!!!! ;D
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 28, 2006 16:03:32 GMT -5
Yeah, It's a squiirrle. Catch it, but be careful, and step lightly, cause thier fast, Bearpaw advised, flicking his tail in the direction of the squirrle automatically. He tilted his face back to look at the sky again, wondering if the snow here was as bitter and cold as his birth places snow drifts.
{He lived in detroit before folks so it like... blizzarded there regualary. that how they came about finding him a wofl to fight.}
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 28, 2006 16:14:47 GMT -5
OOC:it will be as cold as it was there, maybe colder
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