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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 17:02:11 GMT -5
"Give me his name and looks....and if I ever meet him, you won't be seeing him again, I garantee it." she meowed, as casually as asking where the best prey was. She did not plan on mentioned she was going to hunt him down....Ebony didn't need to know that.
Chance wasn't the best hunter. But she was quite good at fighting, when it came down to it. Her mother had taught her well; do not ever try to spare the other cat. Kill them, and use anything possible to do it.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 17:15:01 GMT -5
Ebony face fell and he meowed, panicked Chance no! I'm not going to take that risk. I don't wan't you to run into him and get yourself hurt. I can't let that happen, I'm sorry He got set, as if getting ready to be hit hard with her claws.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 17:42:21 GMT -5
OOC: Eh, have to leave soon. What is his father's name anyway? I'm curious...
Chance purred in amusement. It was sweet that he wanted to protect her....but he had no clue what she was capable of.
Chance wasn't used to being refused. Normally it mad her angry. Now, it was just a complex problem to be solved. She had to know his father's name....and she would find it out. She could be very persistant if she wanted to be....
A small part of her mind noted the way her expected her to attack him, and filed it away in her head. It also added the final touch to her fury.
"Ebony, it's sweet of you....but I do not need to be protected. I know how to fight.....I know how to kill. I will never be the cat 'getting hurt'." Chance meowed, her voice deadly serious. "Tell me about your father. I'd hate to have to interrigate everycat that could possibly be him that I see."
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 17:51:06 GMT -5
Ebony's ears drooped i am well aware that you are capable of fighting ..........its just........oh well never mind ummmm i ..............well its just that i'm..................oh chance............i .................i.................i .i.......i.....i ................. oh to the dogs with it chance i'm in love with you. now before you have a chance to kill me, i'll do it myself. he stammered and ran toward the thunderpath, and yelled over his shoulder his name is jet.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 17:58:20 GMT -5
OOC: What? Somebody's emotional!
Chance wanted to sit still and process that for a few seconds, but she was good at just figuring out the important words. Words that implied 'I'll kill myself.'
Chance would have let most cats kill themselves, as it wasn't really her business. But this? This made her angry.
She leaped after him, settling into a smooth, loping stride. Chance had never been the best running, but she was almost certain she could tackle Ebony to the ground before he got to the Thunderpath....
OOC: It's your choice now. He can die, or not die.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 18:04:17 GMT -5
OOC: no ebony die lol
Ebony ran, tears sliently streaming down his face. closer and closer he ran. untill he tripped. but he didn't get up he just laid there.
OOC: bad post
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 18:07:39 GMT -5
Chance jumped lightly to a spot beside him, and then put her front paws on his chest. She leaned down to look him straight in the eyes.
"Ebony, I didn't think you were a coward." she meowed, her voice stoney.
OOC: Okay, really have to go now.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 18:16:20 GMT -5
OOC: ok bye i................im sorry chance............... he said quietly im so sorry he knew it was no use she was going to kill him. no chance to escape, unless.......................
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 4, 2008 10:25:25 GMT -5
Chance was tempted to smack him, but knew that would just be copying what every other cat had done to him, and wouldn't hurt. She had to use words.
"Sorry? Why? It isn't my problem, it's yours." she meowed, her voice cold and practical sounding. "Listen to me. You are not weak. You are not a coward. Not unless you choose to be. You can change your choices, Ebony. You can get out of this hole you've dug for yourself....if you want to. I'll help....if you want me to. I'm good at working with chance."
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 4, 2008 11:28:45 GMT -5
Ebony looked up, slightly confused. What was she meaning? I'm not physical weak..........only emotionally............ I'm not normally a coward, i don't know why i ran. I was raised by no one, taught by no one, loved by no one. Still am. yet i would love any cat who would care. No cat ever has...............Do you?
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 5, 2008 8:17:24 GMT -5
Chance sighed, and lifted her paws off of Ebony.
"I trust you're not going to run?" she asked, before speaking again."I...do care, I suppose. I do not want you to die, and I'd like to see you....happier. Different."
Chance felt slightly annoyed. She did care....she just didn't want to be 'loved' for it. She wasn't really a romantic, Chance...
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 10, 2008 13:49:44 GMT -5
Ebony looked at her and was about to speak, but noticed Nocturne behind chance. But since nocturne was downwind, he assumed chance didn't know. Ebony growled and leaped. Hitting nocturne square in the side. Ebony knew his chances for victory were slim, and that he could end up dead, but he fought because 1 he hated nocturene, and 2 to show chance he wasn't a cowered.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 13, 2008 14:13:07 GMT -5
Chance turned around and sighed. Why did things like this always have to happen to her? She hadn't asked to meet a suicidal, apprently in love with her, blind and deaf tom.
And another cat was just complicating things.
She stepped foward and swiped at Nocturne, planning on knocking him a few steps away and telling him to back off.
Somewhere in her mind, she felt annoyed at being caught off guard, but she knew she didn't have time to consider mistakes when she was in a possible battle. She would just have to plan better next time.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 13, 2008 23:32:15 GMT -5
Nocturne was hit but instead of backing away, he turned, rasied his paw and aimed for a strong hit to ebony's head. It hit. now he could deal with this brat, then kill ebony. He lunged, aiming to overcome her with his size.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 18, 2008 9:31:31 GMT -5
Chance smirked. This cat was obivously not very good. She side stepped him easily.
"Now, really....I don't want to have to kill you. Can't you leave?" she meowed, sounding bored and a touch irriatated. At the very least, her tone would make the othert cat angry, which she could use to her advantage.
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