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Post by icefang on Mar 2, 2006 11:10:12 GMT -5
The atmosphere was thick with almost tangible emotion. As much as she tried to deny it, she knew she couldn't do it. So she tried to ignore it. Lightening the mood, she said, "Well anyway," she meowed into the air, eyes alight with joy as she heard it echo back to her from somewhere else. "I'm acting like a mousebrain, but I will never get over that!" she laughed. Still smiling, but with an air of determination, she tried to actually hunt instead of amusing herself by meowing into the wind.
She stood stalk still in the position Bearpaw had taken as she looked around. She spotted a quail clucking around and at just the right moment, she meowed into the wind, as Bearpaw showed her. Immediately, the quail took off right for her. It didn't seem to realize its terrible mistake until she pounced on it and killed it. She turned back to Bearpaw, the quail in her mouth.
{I almost wrote kitted it! and whoa, I didn't even know what tangent meant when I wrote it!... O.o yes I meant 'tangible' o.O}
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 2, 2006 22:43:31 GMT -5
Good job, he purred. He gave her a congradulatory nod, or the equivalent of another cat's lick on the soulder. The young tom was easiyl relaxed around her, and that was odd. He was normally shy and skittish. His fur almost bristled, not with cold or animosity, but with... No. He did not like her as anything more than a freind. Denial, in this case was the answer.
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Post by icefang on Mar 3, 2006 18:09:36 GMT -5
"Thanks," said Spiritpaw. She felt very shy all of a sudden and turned away as if looking for more prey to catch. Much to her misfortune, however, there were none.... She turned back to Bearpaw and opened her mouth to say something but her mouth went dry. She closed it again, slowly, as if she had been trying to scent something the whole time. She knew there was something wrong here, some sort of... emotion... it was different from anything she'd ever experienced before. And it wasn't there with any other cat.
OOC: Yes, she is in denial, but mostly because she has never loved before. Toward Aura and company was different because they were her family. And I know, off topic, bu I think a deer should come or something! That would be cool!
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 4, 2006 14:04:38 GMT -5
Suddenly Bearpaw pointed silently with his muzzle. In the dusky sunlight somthign white flashed on the horizon. It was a magnificent white stag, with eight pointed antlers, rising up out of his elegant head. He carried himself majestically, and the stag seemed transfixed by somthign, as he stood stock still. A stag, Bearpaw breathed, pointing softly with his muzz;e.
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Post by icefang on Mar 4, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
OOC: WOO-HOO!!!
IC: "What's a stag?" she asked in hushed tones. She turned her eyes to where Bearpaw's were and they widened. A huge animal stood on the horizon, as big as a twoleg from what she could see!
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 5, 2006 20:40:12 GMT -5
Swirlingheart whispered, "Don't scare it. It's harmless and is probably scared of you!"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 5, 2006 20:57:26 GMT -5
Ever seen a horse? or a deer? he said softly, his soft breath showing up in to cool air. He nodded at swirlingheart, knowing that it was true.
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Post by icefang on Mar 6, 2006 19:06:14 GMT -5
"Afraid of me?" Spiritpaw whispered sounding almost hysteric. "Afraid of me? It could flatten me without even thinking!" After she calmed down a bit, to Bearpaw she said, "No. Are they the same as a stag?"
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 6, 2006 21:58:16 GMT -5
Kind of. ANd Stag's only eat grass, and they can smell the blood on us. He might htink we were a threat. But most likely if we got to close to his doe's he'd run us throuhg, the tom said.
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Post by icefang on Mar 8, 2006 18:24:18 GMT -5
"Doe?" asked Spiritpaw in utter confusion. "Its.... kit?" she guessed.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 8, 2006 23:07:03 GMT -5
No, it's mate. Doe's are female stag's. Fawns are the kits, he said. Then he realized it might be odd he knew all this randomness... he looked at Spiritopaw, and almost opened his mouth to say somthign, but then turned back to the animal, which had started to stamp its legs, and toss it's head.
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Post by icefang on Mar 10, 2006 18:06:41 GMT -5
Spiritpaw's fur prickled uncomfortably. "Do stags come here often?" she asked.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 10, 2006 21:21:44 GMT -5
I've never seen a stag around here before. They like big forests, and massive meadow's, wiht no two-legs. He must have gotten here by some odd tist of fate, Bearpaw said. Then he added in a whisper, almost to himself, but not quite, Like me.
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Post by icefang on Mar 13, 2006 9:28:39 GMT -5
Spiritpaw turned her head to face Bearpaw. "So you never thought that you would ever escape?" she asked. "Was it some twist of fate that lead you here, or your own determination?" At the house, the only way you could survive was if you had hope that someday you would escape, despite the impossible odds. Once you stopped believing you would ever be free, your fate was sealed. Those without hope lost the will to live, at the house.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Mar 13, 2006 18:26:37 GMT -5
I have no idea. I was so strung out those times, I can't remeber half of what's a nightmare, and ahlf of whats reality. Probably dumb luck. And some skill, he said, shaking his head. Then he setteld down into a seated position, and licked hsi chest once. And you?
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