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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jun 11, 2008 20:23:06 GMT -5
[Okay, so I haven't RP'd her in a LONG time, so if this sucks... It will get better, I swear, haha.]
The sun beat down on her mottled black pelt and Blackjack let out a huff of exasperation. After two hours worth of hunting she was returning home with an empty stomach, which growled loudly at the thought of the plump mouse she'd seen. If only she hadn't been so mouse-brained and stepped on a twig! Mentally she flicked herself with her tail, a kit could've caught that mouse! This mishap was only one of many she'd been having lately, and the thought of continuing down this disastrous path was very discerning. Huffing again, she brought herself to her paws and shook the dirt out of her pelt. She'd have to try and catch something if she didn't want to go to bed hungry.
[That was... rough. And hard. And I'm so sorry if it sucks, I used to be a pretty good RPer! It will all come back to me. I think. So, anyone who wants to join can, I don't care what happens!]
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 12, 2008 9:51:02 GMT -5
ooc: hey Froggy =] Nice to have you back =] Sorry for my overall suckiness compared to your post XD Streams a bubble of joy with a little curiousity in her.
A bright pair of luminous green eyes stared at BlackJack. Whatcha' doin'? a young, feline voice asked her curiously. Stream was only around 4 moons old and the young she-cat had only just been let out from her mothers grasps to explore the wide forest; thats when she clocked eyes on a older she-cat playing with a mouse. The femme stepped out of the thick, green undergrowth and smiled as a child would at their elders. Were you playing with that mouse? she asked, a little childness seeping into her light hearted voice, as young as Stream was she had knowledge on just how cruel the world could be to a young cat like her. So she wasn't at all stupid enough to run in front of the cat, but instead appeared a little way off to stay out of harms way. Her thick cream pelt stood out from the rest of the lush greeness around her and the small but little developed muscles pulsed under her fur. She blinked at the loner in front of her and waited for a returning answer, hoping it wasn't as hostile as most loners she'd come across.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 12, 2008 20:00:54 GMT -5
OOC: Mind if I join in? Haven't RP with Froggy in a while...
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jun 12, 2008 22:26:15 GMT -5
OOC: I can't post now, but feel free Seasle!!! I'm sure Blackjack can handle you guys, haha
WILL POST HERE TOMORROW!
ED: Blackjack's ears pricked silently and her eyes searched the forest. And what do we have here? A wandering kit, perhaps? Blackjack was trying to sound tough, not that it was needed, it was a kit for StarClan's sake, but where was it's mother? Surely not far, the kit couldn't have been more than 5 moons old. And no, I wasn't playing with it, had you been older you would've recognized it as hunting. Though, I must admit that it didn't turn out as I had hoped, she confided in the kit. Anyways, what are you doing out here alone? There are some vicious cats out here, and not to mention, owls and hawks. But, I can say this, you're lucky you ran into me and not another loner. I tend to be a bit more, let's say, tolerant, than others. Blackjack flicked her tail lazily and her optics roamed over the kit, taking in her cream fur and green eyes. I'd be careful if I was you, you stand out like a fish in a tree with that pelt! Her eyes softened and she let out a small purr, indicating that she was just teasing the kit.
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 13, 2008 16:21:26 GMT -5
Stream huffed stubbornly. My mother always taught me how to fight if I was alone, she nodded to the she-cat. Stream sniffed the air cautiously, there were no other cats about but her and Blackjack only the sweet smell of prey lay around her. She looked around, mostly on the under growth and began stalking a mouse. She pounced on top of it, watching it for a moment whilst it struggled and then, she opened her paws and watched it run off. She smiled proudly, Had you been more experienced you'd have caught it. she said sticking out her small pink tongue as a joke. Stream looked at her snowy white pelt and sighed. I'm the unfortunate kit in the litter. she admitted miserably, every other of her kin was a browny blacky colour so they blened in with the lush forest their mother looked after. She was just one in a million.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 13, 2008 20:49:52 GMT -5
OOC: Would have used Chance, but Seacross has been neglected lately....
Seacross perked up, interested. Her eyes, a green blue, were watching the two cats carefully. She had to admit, this was much better than just finding a few loners to pratice fighting against.
"Look on the bright side, at least you're different. And you'll blend in during winter, won't you?" she meowed, joining in the conversation as she walked out of her hiding place.
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 14, 2008 5:49:53 GMT -5
ooc: Seacross is in Wind Clan right?
Stream jumped and swivelled around and narrowed her eyes at the new comer. You're a clan kitty right? she mewed curiously, with a tiny part of hostility in her voice. Stream always dreamt of being in the forest and a clan of cats attacked her, of course, she was the hero and beat the all with a flick of her tail. However, she'd never expected to come across a Clan Cat. She stepped back sheepishly, a few paces and stood near BlackJack, hopefully a loner she could trust enough to help her if things turned rough.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 14, 2008 12:07:21 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, it's in my siggie.
Seacross purred in amusement. The little kit was so cute, and it was very funny how she had backed away from her. Somehow, it almost reminded her of....no, she wasn't thinking about that.
"I prefer being called a clan cat, but yes, I am from WindClan." she meowed, ignoring the little voice in her mind that was saying she wasn't born in WindClan. "And you? What do you call yourself?"
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 14, 2008 14:57:27 GMT -5
Stream sniffed indigntantly. My name is Stream! The fiercest kit of all. she mewed proudly. Every kits fascination was to be the best cat around the one not to mess with, of course, any full grown adult could have beaten her to a pulp by now, but her small cheekiness got her out of most trouble. The small she-cat puffed out her chest and fur, which didn't actually make her look any tougher, just cuter. Which was the problem with kits, they looked cute when they didn't want to, but it worked with their den mothers the best.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 14, 2008 15:31:44 GMT -5
Seacross looked at Stream intently, and decided that she was adorable, and then decided that really, it'd be fun to treat her to a 'Seacross experience'. After all, she hadn't tried this in so long....but she wasn't thinking about that.
"The fiercest? If you say so...who is the bravest then?" Seacross asked, a michivous, kitlike glint in her eyes as she leaned closer to Stream. "And when you say kits, do you mean all kits? Or just loner kits? Or just clan kits? Or do you mean every cat that has ever been a kit? And what about StarClan kits?"
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Post by .Whitey. on Jun 15, 2008 4:19:53 GMT -5
StarClan ShmarClan, they don't exist! Even if they did, I'd beat any cat going. she said indignantly. Her fluffy white tail swished side to side as Seacross drew closer. Stream sniffed the she-tabby's pelt and jumped back. Clan kitty's smell real bad! she hissed rubbing her paws over her nose, as if fox dong had been thrown at her. She was over reacting quite a bit, but that wasn't for SeaCross to know. As far as she wanted to let SeaCross into was she was one brave kit out on an adventure.
ooc: Bad post sorry
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 15, 2008 15:58:41 GMT -5
Seacross liked this young kit, filled with spirit. She hadn't even gotten confused at her questions, as so many warriors often did.
"I bet you could..." she meowed, humoring the kit. "I smell bad? And here I thought I had covered it up with the smell of mint...tell me, little warrior, where do you come from?"
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jun 16, 2008 11:56:47 GMT -5
[I'm gone for a weekend and Blackjack is just sitting there like a moron! Pretend she's been doing something off in her cliff...]
Blackjack's tail flicked as she watched the clan cat and the kit interact. So far their conversation had been completely against what she had been taught about cats. Clan cats were not supposed to go off their territory, much less talk to loners. And this wasn't even a loner! Well, she was a loner, but barely. I'm afraid the mint wasn't strong enough, now it's just Clan smell mixed with mint. As if it wasn't bad enough before, Blackjack let out a purr of amusement, next time I suggest something stronger. Anyways, what are you doing off WindClan territory? I needn't remind you that it's not safe for just any cat out here.
[Erm... yeah. Sorry, that was awkward, but I had to jump back into the conversation somewhere]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 16, 2008 12:47:38 GMT -5
Seacross looked away from Stream, turning to the loner who had been there for a while, mostly just pulling out more moss to make a bed.
"I'll take your advice. Maybe I'll try horseradish next time..." she meowed, studying Blackjack curiously. "As for why I am here....I enjoy it. It's nice to have freedom once and a while. I was a loner myself before I joined WindClan, you know. And it's quite safe for me....this isn't my first time."
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jun 24, 2008 10:29:21 GMT -5
Oh, is it now? Well, then I'm sure you do know the dangers. Blackjack ripped up the moss casually flicking her tail. Her claws glistened with dew from the moss, reflecting the bright sun. Horseradish is also a good choice. Pungent, but not in a particularly unpleasant way. And I can understand about wanting some freedom, from what I've heard, it's pretty strict living in a Clan. Do this, do that, no, not right now! I can't see how you cats can stand it, Blackjack said with an air of annoyance. She turned to the kit, Do you see yourself joining a Clan anytime soon, or do you wish to stay a loner?
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