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Post by .Whitey. on May 30, 2008 4:12:22 GMT -5
Eternal sniffed. Chance, you are still like your father. Its in your eyes. Yet i suppose you probably have heard it all before. So there's no point going into it. she muttered keeping an eye on the sun. She'd been out a while from her kits and they weren't that far away. It wouldn't take a genius to follow her from her territory. Just like Stream had done.
And that was right, Stream, being the boisterous bundle of joy in the trio of kits she could easily track her mother. So when she emerged into the clearing with her mother father and two other cats it wasn't a shock to be in trouble. Instead, she sniffed just as her mother had done - Stream was like her mother out of the three of them - and sat waiting for the cats.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 30, 2008 16:27:24 GMT -5
Chance blinked her amber eyes innocently.
"Perhaps I may be like him, but I don't believe in his values. And I have never wanted power." Chance meowed honestly.
It was true. She never had wanted power, because other cats always ended up killing you because of it. She didn't want that kind of stress, and neither did she want to die. No, Chance was quite happy to live out her life eating lots of stolen prey from Clans that never really noticed and amusing herself by talking to random loners.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 10, 2008 22:04:31 GMT -5
Shadow, who had been only half paying attention the the conversation, suddenly spoke. His voice was soft but deep, so it cut through the higher meows of the she-cats. "Your father is... interesting. I wouldn't make such harsh judgments." Shadow knew that his words sounded like a threat, but they really weren't. It was true - Shadow himself wouldn't have taken so strongly to any opinion. He had been part of the battle against ShadowClan, and fighting at Touslepelt's side had been quite the experience. The tom certainly knew how to lead an army, which was an admirable quality. Instead of saying all this, Shadow settled back into his drifting, thoughtless mindset.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 12, 2008 14:00:02 GMT -5
Chance turned to Shadow, surprised, and barely masking it. Very few cats had a mostly neutral, or slightly favorable opinion of her father. She herself was one of them, but Shadow? He didn't seem the type....and yet, he was.
Chance almost decided he was destroying all her expectations on purpose, but then told herself that no cat could be that smart. Still....he was interesting.
"Do you have any siblings, Shadow?" she asked softly, her voice low and dangerous instead of high, and kittish, and thick with curosity.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 15, 2008 10:44:38 GMT -5
Shadow's expression didn't change. He had no reason to warn Chance about how personal such a question was - if he found one of her inquiries to close, he simply wouldn't answer it. There was nothing wrong with that. He could barely remember his litter, but it hadn't been only him. He thought. "Probably," he answered emotionlessly. He asked her nothing in return; he didn't really care whether she was part of some big litter. Besides, she had enough half-siblings to defeat ThunderClan. Hunh. Maybe that's what they're for.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 15, 2008 16:03:00 GMT -5
Chance smirked, if a cat could do such a thing. Oh yes, she liked this 'Shadow'. After all, what other cat what tell her they 'probably' had siblings? And, she couldn't tell whether he was lying or not, playing with her or simply being himself.
She had always loved a mystery.
"Is Shadow your real name?" she meowed, abandoning all pretenses at not being curious about him. And this was truly what she wanted to know most, strangely enough. But then, Chance didn't question her instincts.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 15, 2008 16:21:00 GMT -5
"No, my friends call me Princess," he said, hoping she would catch the fact that he was being dryly facetiousness - sarcasm, but without the tone. He understood what she meant: what had his parents named him? Even if they hadn't called him Shadow, it would be his true name. It all that he was known by, so how could it not be? He smiled again, just a little smirk. Chance was nothing like her father, but in some ways she was exactly like him: Touslepelt never cared about others or what they were thinking - and Chance seemed to be quite curious as to Shadow's origins. But nether cat bothered to explain his or herself. Both were irrational and - honestly - hilarious to watch. Touslepelt had first recruited Shadow when he saw the black tom kill Lilystorm. Shadow smiled at the memory; it had been a good day.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 15, 2008 19:07:48 GMT -5
Chance did catch the dry sarcasm, but only just. Her mother had done it all the time, and while she hadn't picked up the habit, she knew how to reconize it.
She was still curious about the tom, however, and wasn't intending on leaving him alone until she wasn't. The fact that he hadn't really answered her questions only made her curiosity worse.
"So, Princess, have you ever killed somebody?" Chance asked. Personally, she had only killed once, in self defense, and wasn't really fond of killing, as there was normally some relative or mate or friend that would want revenge. She would kill though, with no hesitation, if she had to, with one exception. Kits. She would have hated killing a kit, and would even protect one.
Why this was, she couldn't really tell you. Maybe it was because she thought every cat deserved a chance at life, and chance to prove themselves. Maybe she just didn't like it, as it was no challenge. Maybe she was just scared that she would have crossed the line with killing a kit....no, she couldn't tell you the reason, but that didn't make her any less determined. Chance trusted her instincts.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 16, 2008 16:23:44 GMT -5
Shadow had expected her to call him Princess. He had walked right into it - but knew an easy out. He smiled coldly, his eyes dark and soulless. There was something about his eyes - perhaps it was the ebony color - that made them seem emotionless all the time. "You're not my friend," he commented. His tone was matter-of-fact, but there was some taunting laughter underneath. His eyes sparkled, but it brought no feeling to their endless depth. He was beginning to like this Chance character; she asked straight-forward questions and was only a little frustrated when she didn't get straight-forward answers. As to her inquiry - he had killed many times, of course. Almost every rogue had - it was an insult to say cat hadn't. But he didn't put voice to the answer, ignoring the question entirely.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 16, 2008 17:04:03 GMT -5
"I'm hurt." Chance meowed, not sounding hurt at all. "But that doesn't change the fact that you haven't answered any of my questions. Do you like being mysterious, or does it just amuse you to taunt poor, young, sweet she-cats?"
Chance was possibly young, but sweet she was not, and poor was a joke. Still, she had already made Shadow her newest project. He captured her attention and held it, something not many cats could do. And....she could use someone to talk to sometimes. The other loners she knew were fine....except for that fact that they avoided her, and weren't much good at talking when they didn't avoid her.
No, Chance quite liked this cat who called himself Shadow. She hadn't had a challege in moons.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 20, 2008 19:19:24 GMT -5
"You consider yourself poor, young and sweet?" The insult was implied - he didn't even have to say it outright. He was asking her, basically, if she thought herself weak or vulnerable. What could she say? "Yes" would be the worst possible answer. Young, sure. It was clear that she was young. But sweet and poor were admitting lack of strength. On the other hand, if she responded no she was contradicting herself. Shadow loved making people contradict themselves, and he was generally quite good at it.
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 21, 2008 5:49:49 GMT -5
Eternal watched Chance and Shadow fight a verbal battle and she smirked. Every cat has the ability to be sweet and poor, she mewed to Shadow But it takes an independant mind to accept the fact they may be less of prey or shelter. Her tail flicked as she watched the two cats spitefully converse, but she said nothing of it. Why should she? It wasn't her quarrel and she wasn't about to jump to sides either, if they started fighting. They should've callen him Torment... he's better a mental torture than anything. she thought to herself as she watched the way Chance was dropped into what seemed a dead end.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 25, 2008 11:31:26 GMT -5
Chance almost turned to look at Eternal; she could tell the she-cat thought they were argruing. And maybe Shadow was. But Chance was simply enjoying herself.
So....he's destroyed my chances of saying yes, and of saying no. Still, that leaves many choices....
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Why should I tell you what I think anyway?" she meowed, her tone playful.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jul 5, 2008 15:16:31 GMT -5
"Catching on, are you?" Shadow smiled. There was no warmth in the expression, but it wasn't evil. In fact it was only cold humor that showed in the cat's colorless, dark eyes. Chance was clever enough, realizing that two could play at Shadow's game. Which only made Shadow enjoy the verbal sparring more. There was almost nothing that could faze the soulless cat. He wasn't evil - because he didn't have any reason to be. At least this was entertaining; simply killing was a bore. Instead of responding, Shadow waited for Chance to speak. He assumed she would take his "compliment" the way it was meant - with sarcasm.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 5, 2008 18:39:28 GMT -5
"Catching on to what, exactly?" asked Chance, her eyes wide in a gesture of innocence. "Shadow, I don't understand what you're talking about...answer a question for me please?"
She felt the first stirrings of cautions inside her mind. The ones that had saved her life many times. They said things like, Don't get too interested, everyone can betray you easily, without you even knowing. and He's not like other cats; be careful.
She was about to dismiss these concerns....but Shadow wasn't normal, and it wasn't just his refusal to answer questions. There was something wrong about him. His eyes....they alone showed the story. They just didn't look right....
Her eyes became warmer, softer, more playful, a trick designed to put cats off guard, though she wan't sure it would work on Shadow. Half of her mind caculated escape plans, the other half watched Shadow closely.
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