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Post by .Whitey. on Jul 12, 2008 17:15:44 GMT -5
Fiery eyes met Marijuana's comment. Fun, sociality and love only slows you down. Learn that before you meet me next time or you'll be snuffed before you can say 'catnip' She growled angrily. One thing she hated was to be criticised. Her hackles rose slightly, but she didn't move from her spot. Her eyes narrowed and she watched both Frost and Marijuana through narrowed eyes. A dark, sensitive auora came about her and she waited for a response.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Jul 13, 2008 8:06:38 GMT -5
Marijuana snorted and tossed his head, rearing up a little.
"What....is your problem?" he spat at her. "If you don't have freinds, how do you expect to live life to it's fullest?"
Frost flexed his shoulders and shrugged.
"Well, if your life is as tragic as you've made it sound, death will be a welcome change for you, I take it. Why not end your life now...or had that not occured to you?" he said lowering his voice. Sneering at her slightly.
Marijuana looked back at Titch and Angel.
"You two alright? You can go if you want. I just don't want old crazy-calws over there to attack you."
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Post by .Whitey. on Jul 13, 2008 16:18:12 GMT -5
I did not say my life was tragic. I simply stated that having a coo little life as you do is meaningless. she sneered back at the him. Her claws flexed as she darkly looked at Frost. Do not speak of death until you have felt its prescence more than once. she growled standing up, towering over Titch and Angel.
She laughed half-heartedly. The kitty-pet and measel can go. There would be no point hurting them... yet. she mewed playfully, as if they were all little play toys in her paws. So tell me Marijuana of the Silverknives, just how old do you think I am? she growled, knowin that if he answered wrong she'd claw off his face... if he got it right, she'd let him go with a little present. Either way he was still contradicting himself. The same with his brother.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Jul 14, 2008 2:54:21 GMT -5
Marijuana once again shot infront of the two cats to protect them. He came from the right, Frost from the left.
"Your manner is irritating, Torment. I don't know how old you are...." he said in a soft yet deadly voice. "A hundred moons or more?" his voice took on a lilting patrontizing tone.
"Oh we've felt death alright, that was our darkest hour, just because we are so called Kittypets doesn't mean we're soft." agreed Frost.
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Post by .Whitey. on Jul 14, 2008 4:03:57 GMT -5
Don't mock me, kittypet. she growled at Marijuana. I am younger than you. 'Cept, she grinned innocently, I'm a lot more deadly than you. she scrunched down on her paws and let her head fall down.
Titch steppped back once more. I wouldn't stay here if I was you. she told the two brothers. Don't think you can take her on cos' she's younger than you. She may only be 14 moons old... but there are two minds in that body. One's blood thirsty and intelligent. The other is both intelligent and cunning. she explained quickly. There is nothing to prove to us kittypets either. she mewed warning them off.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Jul 15, 2008 8:04:09 GMT -5
Frost looked quickly at Titch and the at Torment and his temper flared. He opened his mouth, baring all teeth and a noise like a snarl crossed with a hiss came out. Aimed at Torment.
"The title kittypet is one that none of us here deserve, our minds are our own, unlike you, Torment. Why would we need to proove ourselves to a crazy two-minded creature who prides herself in feeling death close to her and sharing her body with another?" he snarled.
Marijuana gave a slight body signal, one that wasn't even visible and the two brother began moving as one, back to the bushes. Marijuana's loud but low growl rumbled through the air ans he spoke.
"You, Tormet are pathetic, so what if you have another cat inside of you, you shouldn't have been as careless. Why would we want to proove ourselves to a demon? We tried to be nice for crying out loud but you just had to shove any kindess out the way and bring it down to this. More fear and anger from those you meet? You satisfied now? My brother and I have no business with a demon Rogue like yourself, I suggest you leave." he growled.
Frost looked at Titch and Angel and jerked his head back towards the bushes, in a motion to follow them.
"Come on, you two. We're getting out of here, this is beyond our reach. We fight mortal and normal cats in a fair battle. Demons do not count. Come before she goes for you." he said quickly. He was digesting the information Titch had given him and as he processed it, it made him even more wary of the young female in front of him. He thanked his lucky starrs for Marijuana standing his ground, to give them time to get away.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jul 17, 2008 15:42:12 GMT -5
Angel took Frost's warning and followed him. She looked back at the blood-thirsty cat whoose name was Torment. "Was she always like this since birth?" Angel asked so Torment could not hear for if she did Torment would have rip Angel's pelt in half..
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Jul 18, 2008 4:47:55 GMT -5
"Only StarClan knows...." said a wary Frost as he dissapeared through the bushes. "Come on, we'll go to my garden, its got plenty of p,laces to sun yourself and hide if neccesary. Mari should know where we are." he said and carried on.
Marijuana stood his ground in front of Torment and sneered at her.
"Cat got your tongue?"
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Aug 21, 2008 12:45:56 GMT -5
AHEM!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by .Whitey. on Aug 21, 2008 15:41:46 GMT -5
Torment watched Marijuana, something undescribably flicking through her eyes. "We fight mortal and normal cats in a fair battle. Demons do not count. " te words flicked through her mind over and over again like a stuck record.
Torment sat, not in the same place as she had been, but more looking into herself. A small kit, roughly the same as herself; identical pelt and eyes, sat alone in the corner of the grass. The meadowy field had at least five young kits playing in it, playing with a moss ball. She watched as the kits threw the moss ball about, and it hit her. She was watching herself from when she had been a kit.
Her sister, Sulpher, had died at birth. She was alone. No mother and the father had gone unnamed. Backwards, leftwards, forwards. The ball bounced between the enthusiastic kits. A dappled kitten smacked the moss ball with tiny, yet, powerful paws. It rolled away from the kits and landed near Torment. She looked at the ball and the kits looked at her.
Gently, picking it up with her mouth she nervously padded towards the kits, who all seemed to step back. As she dropped the ball she heard their whispers. "Look, its Torment." said one, "She's the one who killed her mother..." mewed the dappled tail. "Everyone, quickly run, before she gets mad at us, and looses it." they mewled. Then she had a small high pitched noise like the rest of the cats and as they ran, she looked tacken aback.
"Wait- no, please... I- I just wanted to play." but as they ran she looked at the floor. "I just don't wanna be alone." she whispered futiley. She looked at the soft dewey meadow. Things were never right. Why was it her? she asked herself over and over. Never ending questions chiming her. Demon. Monster. Nightmare. They all called her it. Even the ones behind her back. She had no one, knew no one who liked her. Except one, he didn't love her nor cared for her. Yet he had the decensy to say "Love yourself, fight for yourself."
Torment snapped back into the present. I seek out those who are a threat to my existance. Not those that get in my way. Although, you call me a demon? I shall act like one. the names, and the lies. she'd told herself countless times. "You're a demon!" or "You're a monster!" something popped in her head. Now shoo before I suddenly convulge into a full on demon and tear your flesh off your scrawny back.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Aug 22, 2008 6:08:36 GMT -5
OOC: Lol, where have you been or was this rp over?
Marijuana raised an eyebrow and stood there for a second. Then laughter ripped from his chest and echoes around the gardens. She got himself under control and looked at Torment with one eyebrow still raised.
"Hahahahaaahaha! Do you even realise how cheesy that sounded? Oh well, not to worry, I shall remove myself from your presance." he chuckled.
He didn't mean the comment to be insulting but he found in genuinely funny. Marijuana backed off into the busked and met up with Frost on the others.
"Wanna go hunting anyone? I'm hungry."
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Post by xXIvyXx on Aug 22, 2008 11:44:23 GMT -5
Angel looked happy at the mention of hunting. "Sure." she replied. My first real taste of freshly killed pray. Then she purred loudly and happily at the thought of her first taste of real prey. All I ever had that was close to real prey was the the left overs of salmon her onwers left for her on her food dish with her name on it in big letters.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Aug 22, 2008 12:40:58 GMT -5
"Right then," said Marijuana, would you like me to catch you something or do you think you can manage it?" he asked brightly, looking at Angel with a smile.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Aug 22, 2008 12:51:47 GMT -5
"I can manage... I think." Angel said. She saw a mice close by and started stalking towards it like she did with her toy mouse. THen she pounced and landed with a thud. Angel looked at her paws to see if the mouse was there it wasn't. She felt embarressment prickle at her fur. Suddenly she saw a little bird on the ground, pecking at a seed. Quickly, Angel pounced again, hoping that it would not fly away. She felt her claws sinking in the birds flesh. She grabbed the bird and bit it hardly. As soon she was sure that it was dead, Angel took small delicate bite. She loved the taste and savoured every bite.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Aug 22, 2008 13:19:13 GMT -5
Marijuana watched her attemps and when she caught the bird, he felt very proud for her.
"Well done Angel. Very well done."
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