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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 16:09:03 GMT -5
Nutmeg bounded along, but was careful not to get too far ahead of her mentor. The day was young, and some dew still stuck to the blades of grass under her feet. Sunlight streamed down without a single tree to stop it. In fact, the nearest shade was the barn, which, as far as Nutmeg could see, was completely empty, void of any two-leg scents. Obviously humans hadn't been here for years. The sky, with all it's shades of blue, seemed a miracle to the small orange cat who bounced through the fields of this abandoned farm, as did the fresh air and the far-off woods. Everything here had a story, a past, to tell. She couldn't wait for Leaf to show her how to hear what they were saying.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 16, 2007 19:08:28 GMT -5
Leaf walked briskly behind her apprentice, watching the little ball of ginger fur bound around joyfully, examining everything. The sun was rising, and lit the entire scene in orange, shining through every crack of solidness. One half of the sky, which Nutmeg was now looking at, was different shades of blue, while the other half, where the sun was, was lit in pastel and orange shades. It was beautiful, one of the many, many sunsets Leaf had seen. They approached the farm and Leaf spotted some other cats talking and grooming, and sharing tongues. She stopped, watching a bird peck at seeds, crept up, and pounced, using the technique to catch flying creatures. She picked up the fresh-kill and padded closer to Nutmeg, motioning with her tail to her mouth as an offering for Nutmeg to eat the finch as breakfast.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 21:07:55 GMT -5
Nutmeg saw her mother –or mentor? What should she be called?– beckon and trotted over. Her eyes lit when she saw food, as she hadn't eaten since falling asleep last night in the middle of a word. "Thanks!" she purred. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes. She focused on the perfect taste of the bird as it filled her taste buds. From her intense studies in science class, Cindy happens to know that the starches would be dissolved here, and then the food, now a blob called a 'bolus' would travel down the esophogus and into the stomich where... j/k; I won't go into detail!
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 17, 2007 17:50:26 GMT -5
-o-o-c-okay, good! LOL jk...continue, please! lol
She watched the kit devour her meal, and mewed, One sec, I'll be right back. She scanned the ground for a small creature, and spotted a gray squirrel frantically nibbling at an acorn. She almost chuckled at its hurry, but instead dropped into a crouch swiftly, padded towards the squirrel just as swiftly, and when she was within leaping distance, pounced even more swiftly ((lol)). She bit into the neck, and heard a tiny 'crack'. Satisfied, she turned around and padded back to her apprentice--or daughter, or kit, or Nutmeg, or whatever she was ((lol again)). She sat down, and gingerly began to eat the fresh-kill even though her stomach was growling as loudly as a bear's roar ((LOL)).
SEVEN MORE DAYS!!!!!!!! EEEEEEK!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 18, 2007 19:49:01 GMT -5
OOC: My god there's warriors fever around here! Then again, who am I to talk? *Double squeel* SIX DAYS
Nutmeg watched Leaf swiftly catch and kill the squirrel, and then devore it. She leaned down and chomped up the last bit of her fresh-kill, and then purred. The finch had satisfied her hunger, and Nutmeg felt better than she ever had in the two-leg place. Except for one thing... There was this itch behind her ear, like a little insect. She'd had one before, but her housefolk had pulled it away. What was it called...? Oh, right, a tick. "Leaf?" Nutmeg asked, a hint of a whine in her voice. "I have an itchy tick behind my ear."
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 22, 2007 9:11:41 GMT -5
OOC- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO FREAAAAAAAAAAKIN DAYYYYYYYYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I still have REAL fever...teehee.
Leaf turned around. Really? Let me check. She used a paw to push Nutmeg's ear forward a bit, and gasped. Great StarClan! Her eyes widened and she stared in disbelief. Then suddenly she chuckled. Just teasing, don't worry. You're fine, just a little red around the tick. Only a little. She looked around. Mouse bile, we need. Do you know what that is? It's very bad-smelling, but thankfully ticks hate it as much as us. I have some handy back at home. Want to go get it or wait until we're done exploring?[/b] She glanced at Nutmeg, whose belly now seemed satisfied.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 22, 2007 18:44:52 GMT -5
As Nutmeg heard the alarm in Leaf's voice, she jumped about a mouse-length into the air. Heart still pounding, but relieved, Nutmeg answered her adopted mother's question with an incomplete answer: "I don't know," said Nutmeg, who wanted that tick off now but was too shy and wary of causing undue trouble to say so.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 23, 2007 17:57:14 GMT -5
Neither do I. You know, I really don't care if we leave. We can come straight back. I know you want that tick off. Let's go. She put her striped tail on the yellow kit's shoulder and began padding back home, looking around to remember the spot. Just in case, she spotted a small tree and scraped sharp claws on it. She turned back to Nutmeg and continued taking the well-worn path that only her paws walked on.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 24, 2007 15:39:00 GMT -5
Nutmeg followed, tail drooping almost in an apologetic way. Leaf had just taken her in, into a nice little nest and nice territory, and in general a nice little life. Nutmeg liked living with Leaf, but what thanks was it to make them go back to the den for just a tick? Nutmeg sighed softly. She was just too much trouble. That was why she should live under the wing of a two-leg, not another cat.
OOC: poor lil' Nutmeg! Anyway, I vote we keep on RPing here, pretending quite lazily that it is back at Leaf's place.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 25, 2007 19:07:21 GMT -5
Leaf didn't notice Nutmeg's sadness and doubt. As they arrived to her private valley that was crawling with prey, Leaf ducked her head into the den. She padded in towards the herb corner, where she kept emergency stocks just like a Clan medicine cat. She immediately smelled the nasty scent of prepared mouse bile from that morning (she had been almost sure that one of them would get a tick) and picked it up in a dock leaf, going back to Nutmeg. Turn around, she mewed. She patted the mouse bile onto the tick's hiding spot and waited until it fell off. Her method worked well--she had never known how Clan medicine cats did things. Then she noticed Nutmeg's mood. Hey, what's wrong? Are you in doubt because we had to go all the way back? She sighed. She knew exactly how the kit felt. Don't be. It's fine. Your health is always my priority, Nutmeg. She winked. Shall we go back and continue our exploring? After I find somewhere to wash my paws, of course.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 25, 2007 21:54:43 GMT -5
Nutmeg tried to go along with it, but she just felt sort of useless. "Sure, if you want to," she said halfheartedly.
OOC: Bad post... Sorry.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 26, 2007 9:31:41 GMT -5
OOC-it's k. This one is bad, too.
She sighed. Nutmeg! Listen to me. No matter what you think, you are not useless to me. You are my family! Family, you hear? I haven't had that since...since...I was younger than you! All right? Stop moping! +
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 26, 2007 15:57:37 GMT -5
Nutmeg nodded, trying to listen and cheer herself up. She was happy that she was cared about, but still felt like a total pain. "Sorry," she said, but her voice still carried her unhappiness.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Apr 26, 2007 18:40:56 GMT -5
Leaf rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything more. Nutmeg would soon understand that Leaf really loved her. But...maybe she should say it. Nutmeg. I love you. She didn't look the kit in the eye--instead she glanced around her valley.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 26, 2007 21:44:02 GMT -5
Nutmeg looked down, murmuring, "I love you, too." She looked shyly up at Leaf, who she was beginning to accept as a mother. Nutmeg waited for the loner to turn back to her, eyes searching for something, who knows what, watching Leaf's [color?] orbs.
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