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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 15:41:38 GMT -5
Shimmer paced quietly along the Thunderpath, her body low to the ground, her eyes picking up on everything. One ear was turned toward the back, on if front of her, so she could hear everything. Her tail flicked forward and backward, just barely not touching the ground. Her claws were in, but, every so often, she stopped and they slid out into the soft dirt and then back. She stopped and breathed in deeply, tasting the air for any hint of cat. At first all she noticed were the forest scents: Small prey-animal scurrying around, the musky odor of mud, rotting leaves and moss, the smell, ever-present in these parts, of monster. Nothing was out of place. Until...
OOC: Closed except for Streamy..
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 16, 2007 19:21:16 GMT -5
A silver tabby padded along the edge of the Thunderpath, alone. Head up, she opened her mouth and took in the scents. Thunderpath smells--monsters, Twolegs, and other strange scents--overlapped the forest smells, but not completely. Suddenly she heard a distant roar and jumped back, barely avoiding the monster as it passed by, the sound feeling like it should have shattered her eardrums. She stumbled into a rock, but regained her balance quickly. She sighed in relief, and brought a paw to her face, licking it. She ran it over her ear, but before she could continue flattening the rumpled fur on her head, she smelled something. Something strange, apart from the Thunderpath and mud and grass and prey...a cat scent. But who?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 20:48:02 GMT -5
A cloud of dust arose as a large monster raced by. Shimmer coughed, trying rid her nasal cavity of the smoke that now filled it. She gasped a breath through her mouth, and noticed something: there was the smell of another feline, above the choking stench of the thunderpath. A she-cat, from one of the Clans, and downwind. Shimmer was fortunate that the monster had stirred up the air, or she never would have noticed the scent until whoever was giving it off noticed her. Maybe it was already too late, and the cat was getting her guard up. Only one thing to do: Play the part of a kittypet, lost and confused.
Shimmer shook herself, smoothing her fur into a beautiful, silky pelt. Her eyes widened and her heart began to pound, with only minimal effort. Shimmer had done this fake a million times; it was one of the easiest once you got the fear-scent going. She went for the slightly startled look, raising the fur on her back and puffing out her tail ever so slightly. "H... Hello?" she called, with the edge of fear that she had long ago mastered. This time she wouldn't think about the kits, she wouldn't mess up.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 17, 2007 18:01:08 GMT -5
OOC- in advance, sors about the short post (compared yo yours). I can make a really long one next time to make up for it..I have a piano lesson in like 10 mins. Less!! Eek! (private lesson, teacher is right behind me w/ bro. lol)
Brows crinkled. Who was that? She couldn't smell the cat anymore since the monster had stirred the air up, and she was now downwind from the she-cat. She hadn't recognized the scent, though. She tried to remember what the scent smelled like. Definitely a she-cat. Definitely not Clan, and surely not kittypet--they never, ever left the Twoleg nests and gardens. But from the frightened tone of voice, it couldn't be a rogue. A loner? Maybe...She looked around, and farther down the Thunderpath, she spotted a small, white shape. The fur on the cat's back was raised, and the tail was slightly puffed up. All of this because the cat was startled. As the cat called an unsure greeting, she mustered up her courage and replied, Who are you?
OOC- just so you know, she's heard of the infamous Shimmer, but hasn't thought that it could be her.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 18, 2007 18:01:52 GMT -5
Shimmer faked a flinch as the [__]Clanner responded. Feighning curiousity, she took a tenitive step forward. "Who... are you?" came the shaky question. It was muffled by the trees and damp, dusty air, but Shimmer thought that she had gotten the volume loud enough to reach the other, and soft enough to sound shy.
OOC: Sucky post, sorry.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 22, 2007 9:01:33 GMT -5
OOC-sorry, I was sick. She's in WindClan.
Better than the one I'm about to post.
She jumped as she heard the unsteady voice. The cat was clearly scared and timid, but not frightened out of her wits or anything like that. She, too, took a couple small steps towards the she-cat, and wondered if she should trust the cat. She did not recognize the scent, so she decided to stay on the safe side.
Who are you?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 22, 2007 19:13:37 GMT -5
OOC: I hope you feel better. ::Is sympathetic::
Shimmer didn't even blink an eye, and said the first common kitty-pet name that came to her: "Princess." It made her seem like a timid, once two-leg toy who was afraid of the dark. Shimmer played up the scared-but-beautiful look by flicking her tail and widening her smoke-blue eyes. She gave herself a nervous lick, and then said, "Where is this? I was wandering around, and got lost and..." she trailed off, making up the story as she went. Her mind raced, thinking up a life and various pieces of necessary information to give when the next question was asked.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 23, 2007 17:51:37 GMT -5
She raised a brow. Something didn't sound right about this cat. Swirlingheart's tail fluffed up and her neck fur raised. She was too beautiful. She didn't seem like the kind of cat to be a 'Princess', she seemed like the kind of cat who had potential to kill, like that horrible cat Shimmer that the she-cat had never seen...she shivered. Uh, this is WindClan territory, next to the Thunderpath, as you can see. She forced her tail to unfluff before she waved it gracefully to her left, towards the stink of the path.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 27, 2007 18:20:28 GMT -5
OOC: Ack! Sry! I forgot about this thread...
Shimmer, unaware of the musings her new 'friend', stepped forward. "Thanks.. for telling me... But... what's WindClan?" Her voice was hesitant, as if she weren't sure what to say, or whether to be afraid. All the while she was moving slowly, and so gracefully that one could barely see it, toward her victim.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 28, 2007 17:50:45 GMT -5
OOC- I was just about to PM you. lol. It's all right.
Can they get into a difficult fight? And can Shimmer win by like a whisker, with Swirlingheart almost killing her, too? I want Swirlingheart to have some pride, too. lol.
Swirlingheart noticed that the stranger was gliding forward. Her warrior instincts came flooding back, and she suddenly mewed coldly, I can't explain that to you right now. But you're on our territory. Could you please leave?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 30, 2007 15:33:06 GMT -5
OOC: Okay. Shimmer doesn't like her fights too easy, anyway...
Shimmer's mask suddenly dropped, and a completely different expression came over her face. Her eyes glittered laughingly, her mouth contorted into a dangerous snarl before shifting to a malicious grin. "Make me, Clanner," she hissed. The word 'Clanner' almost seemed to be spat out, as if just saying it disgusted her. She walked forward, more obviously now, and said, almost in a purr, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Shimmer, and you're about to be with you little friends up in the sky. What do you call it? Silverpelt?" Her blue orbs narrowed to dangerous slits and her well-kept, silver and white pointed coat glittered as she began to circle. She was careful though, in her circling; she could use effects but had to keep herself from paying more attention to her showing off than to the actual fight. Her mouth opened slightly, showing strangely white fangs. It was her personal opinion that the bit of time before an all-out, life-or-death battle was the moment when your opponent -or you for that matter- realized for the first time what was going to happen, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping into your veins, you could hear your heart begin to race in anticipation, you could just taste the blood you were about to draw, and you could tell that your muscles were tensing, readying.
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