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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 27, 2007 21:45:46 GMT -5
It was a good thing ThunderClan was so close to twolegplace. Maybe not entirely a GOOD thing...but it came in handy from time to time. Like now. Even then it might not be a good thing that she could so easily enter the twoleg's nests. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, looking back at the black tom whom had so faithfully come with her. A soft smile came to her lips before she looked ahead again, not wanting to stir things up any more than they had been. She almost shuddered at the awkwardness of their previous situation...when he told her of his feelings for her. The ones she had suspected, but had always hoped not to be said aloud.
Her pace was a painstakingly slow one, probably agonizing to Lunarpelt being the warrior he was. She was in no real hurry to get there, or was that just her nerves talking? It was still quite early in the day and she already had it worked out. As long as she had to she'd visit with her mother, then Lunarpelt and she would return with freshly caught prey for the clan. No one would ever know. A bit of a guilty thread tugged at her heart. She'd already lied to Desertstar about sneaking off to private meetings with her family once. Two were dead now and the other she hadn't seen since she announced her pregnancy. The thought made her swallow heavily. Motherhood. She'd have to ask Prettypelt about it one day.
It was a slow process until the white fence of twolegplace came into view. For a moment she froze in her steps, wishing to turn around and run in the opposite direction, but a ThunderClan warrior never fled. Never, under any circumstances. And I'm a warrior of ThunderClan. Not a kittypet pretty kitty. Oh, StarClan! Why did I come?[/b] But it was too late now - and she knew it. Her pace quickened until she was within leaping distance, and she quickly leaped. She landed gracefully on the fence, perfectly poised as she looked on the other side of the fence. At the twoleg gardens. She began to walk along them, having to jump down and pass the rough pavement quickly until leaping onto the next fence soon after, searching for a familiar scent until she found it. The one scent that had wafted through her nose as she settled down to sleep each lonesome night of her life. She closed her amber eyes and breathed it in, tail lashing gently against the soft breeze. Home.
Only now did she turn to look over her shoulder for Lunarpelt. She felt slightly guilty that she hadn't before and that the only reason she probably did it now was for the reassurance she so desperately needed. It was too quiet. Barely any birds even chirped yet. She could find no comfort in the forest near her at a time like this.
OOC: Sorry it took so long, hun.[/size]
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 1, 2007 16:21:45 GMT -5
OOC- It's okay! Sorry for not posting sooner. And...sorry (again), I'm supposed to be doing homework, and I can't type a long post. I promise my next one'll be long...enough. I mean, I'm not as good as you...
The black tom padded after the bengal she-cat, amber eyes on the ground. Every once in a while, he raised his eyes to make sure he was following her painstakingly slow pace, but most of the time, the dull, dark yellow orbs were glued to the ground and his paws. He felt a gaze locked onto him...he looked up, but the she-cat was looking straight ahead, padding on.
Paw after paw, the tom kept going, keeping in pace with the she-cat. He'd agreed to come with her, but the way she was padding on was painstakingly slow. He wanted to urge her on, prod her with a forepaw, but he knew he couldn't do that. This was for her. He'd agree to help her, and to be loyal to her, and if he told her to hurry up, he would be....breaking his promise? A quiet sigh escaped his lips. His job was to protect her and accompany her, not tell her how fast to walk.
Slowly, the white Twoleg fence came into his view from behind oaks and elms. His tail rose in happiness-they'd finally reached it! But, soon, the midnight-black tail lowered again--no matter how much he wanted to be happy, he couldn't be. His heart had been broken. Suddenly the bengal stopped, and he almost bumped into her, stopping a mousetail-length away from her tail. He didn't say anything during the short pause--but why did she stop? He opened his mouth for the first time since his sigh to ask, but she'd begun padding closer again--this time much faster. He broke into a fast walk, almost running, until they were close enough to leap at the fence. She leaped, and he waited for her to pounce off the fence before he followed, into the Twoleg gardens. The sweet, almost irresistible scent of catmint reminded him of the night he'd come with Cinderheart and Midnightfang to collect some. He followed the she-cat and soon pounced onto another fence, next to Leopardpaw, watching her scent the air for one scent--probably her mother's. This place probably felt like home to Leopardpaw--but not to him. He was almost disgusted by the soft kittypet scent, but didn't say anything yet again--for fear of getting Leopardpaw mad at him--again. They'd just gotten back on speaking terms...
It was eerily quiet. No birds were chirping...the sunrise was blocked by clouds. It felt like the silence that he'd heard...or not heard...after he'd confessed his feelings for her back in the forest--moons ago. He could vividly remember it as if it had happened that night. It was so painful...as she turned to look at him, the black tom forced a smile onto his face.
ooc- Hm..I guess I didn't do so bad, after all. Oh. Each paragraph is in time with yours. Teehee! I like saying that....not saying, really, but...whatever. I'll stop now. LOL
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 4, 2007 13:24:37 GMT -5
ooc- Goldy? Hun? You there?
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 15, 2007 17:58:43 GMT -5
OOC: I'm trying! I swear I am! I need muse to give you the long post you deserve =( 'Cuz that was so good and I'm so bad...
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 16, 2007 14:34:06 GMT -5
OOC- ARE YOU F*CKIN KIDDING? GOLDY, YOU'RE THE BEST F*CKIN RPER I'VE EVER F*CKING SEEN!
*pants*
You are soo much better than me in soo many ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll wait patiently (which is basically impossible for me, but I'll try) for your post that I 'deserve' (which isn't true).
^.^
*huggles*
Sorry for stretching the page.
*huggles again and again and again and again and again and again and again*
*huggles one last time*
*huggles*
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 24, 2007 11:15:03 GMT -5
-That was the weirdest post I've ever made...lol.
But everything I said was true.-
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 24, 2007 20:42:06 GMT -5
Ear flicked uneasily at the gesture, keeping a firm face as her heart beat increased to an almost alarming rate. She padded a little closer to him and tucked her head under his neck, rubbing against him for a moment and taking in the warmth and scent of his fur. It felt good to feel another cat’s body so close to her own again. Something she had never felt before or after Firestorm’s time. After a few seconds she launched herself from he fence and to the garden, not looking him in the eye. She knew how cruel it had been to play on his emotions just then, but she wasn’t sure she would have had enough confidence to jump without it.
Her instinct to hide took over and she quickly ran to the garden of assorted roses, violets, lilacs, and other miscellaneous plants. She crouched down low and looked up at Lunarpelt, hoping he’d hurry and follow before spotted. From this angle she could see through the screen door slightly. The door was in the kitchen, but she could see part of the living room. Two two-legs were sitting on a couch watching the television and two cats were cuddled on a cat bed in the kitchen. One was black and the other a bright golden shine resembling Prettypelt. She immediately recognized the golden one and her heart skipped a beat. Mom.
OOC: CRAP CRAP CRAP!
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Mar 25, 2007 9:25:40 GMT -5
OOC- SO not crap! And you know it! PS you're right, I am the bestest! lol JK you're so much better! I can't post now, I have to MUSE, as you say. Plus I shouldn't be on, I should be doing a social studies project. I need more info about Mexico's cultural sites  . LOL |
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 2, 2007 16:13:48 GMT -5
As he felt her rubbing against him, a faint purr escaped his closed-up throat. He still loved her, even after she'd rejected him. If possible, he loved her even more than before. He drank in her sweet, familiar scent, and forgot about the world for a moment. Until she pulled away. She bounded towards the garden without speaking or looking him in the eye, and he sighed. He had thought...no, it wasn't possible. He shouldn't be thinking of it. His black head shook vigorously, as if he could rid himself of his memories by doing that.
The enticing smell of flowers wafted towards him as he followed Leopardpaw, only a few paces behind. The scents of the flowers were half familiar wildflower scents, half strange smells he'd never smelled in his life. They disgusted him for some reason--maybe their smell was too sweet to be natural. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, breathing in the strange smells of Twolegplace gardens. Then he felt eyes upon him, and as he glanced at Leopardpaw, he saw her staring at him as if to say 'Hurry up!'. She was crouched under a bush that had berries growing on it. It was right next to the Twoleg nest. He ducked down next to her and was about to ask what they were doing, when he saw where she was staring. Two Twolegs sat watching this strange, flashing contraption while two kittypets lay near them in a strange cat nest. One of them was pitch-black like the tom himself, and one of them was a beautiful shade of gold like Leopardpaw's sister of WindClan, Prettypelt. He glanced back at Leopardpaw, but she seemed to be in a trance...he followed her gaze. Was this golden cat that looked so much like her sister Leopardpaw's mother? Could it be?
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 3, 2007 11:20:59 GMT -5
OOC- teehee I FINALLY FINISHED!!! *celebrates by stuffing a pie in Goldy's face*
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Apr 9, 2007 13:20:20 GMT -5
OOC: -glares and runs off to wash face before typing up post- 'ittle bugger
Her amber eyes remained distantly locked on the smaller figure of the golden kittypet. It was now clear where Prettypelt got her looks from, but she still wondered how her genes had managed to skip their father. Leopardpaw certainly hadn’t, she barely had any resemblance to her mother, nor had Ironpaw or Bengalpaw. But seventh grade science was not the thing to be thinking about right now.
Until she felt the ebonite pelt of Lunarpelt close again she did not look away, but she knew she owed him an explanation. When she did look at him the words formed, but didn’t come out. This is taking too long… She skipped polite apologies and simply addressed the situation at hand like any level-headed warrior would do. How she wished sometimes she wasn’t such a warrior. The golden one. Um…I think that’s her.
Her ear lopsided awkwardly to the side before she flicked her tail as a signal she was going to continue. I don’t think I an get in there, Lunarpelt. I’m not exactly cute and cuddly material anymore. If anything the twolegs would be scared of my size and my mother would probably be too, but you… You could get my mom out here. We just need to…groom you and make you innocent. She looked away shyly then back up. Would he agree? This might include going inside if these twolegs were gracious. It was all a risky operation, a lot of things could go sideways. She doubted he’d agree.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 12, 2007 19:38:12 GMT -5
OOC- lol about the 7th grade!!!!!!!
*burns a hole through Goldem's head with eyes*
He stared into the Twoleg nest. That golden cat was the spitting image of Leopardpaw's sister, Prettypelt. The kittypets were curled up, so he couldn't see the golden one's face, but he could tell that it was probably Prettypelt's mother. It was kind of obvious.
His pelt brushed against hers, and he shivered. Their pelts hadn't brushed in what seemed like forever. It was a bit ridiculous, considering they were best friends. But--they hadn't really spoken in weeks. They'd been almost ignoring each other, and that had broken his heart.
As she stammered something, he nodded, ears dimly making out what she said. Something about the golden one being her.
He saw her tail flick, and began to really listen. For Leopardpaw's sake. He listened to her speaking, her words, but mostly all he heard was her velvety voice. She spoke shyly, but he listened, hanging on to every single word she said, savoring her voice, knowing he wouldn't be hearing this much of it in a long while. As she suggested the unthinkable, he almost gasped but didn't, again for Leopardpaw's sake. He felt her glance uneasily at him, heard her back up, but didn't see her. He was still staring at the Twolegs and the kittypets. Everything seemed glazed over. Then he shook his head. What had she said? Then he remembered. He would probably have to go inside the nest, and there was a very big chance everything would go wrong. It all depended on the character of these Twolegs and the kittypets. He thought, and opened his mouth to disagree, then remembered what he was there for. For Leopardpaw. He had to do this for her.
Okay. I'll do it. How?
He glanced at her.
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