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Post by Mousefire on Sept 6, 2008 22:40:33 GMT -5
Stalker prowled around, looking for something to kill. He normally took the back yard route, but today he decided to try the front yards. He waded through the long grass, his tail held high so it wouldn't drag. He searched around, but couldn't find anything.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Sept 7, 2008 8:39:03 GMT -5
Angel sat on the stone fence, on her favorite side, the side that where the sun shines down. The white she-cat was grooming herself as always. Her white pelt get easily dirty and she hates being dirty. Angel got up streched and gave a yawn. She saw another cat and wanted to see who it was. She leaped down her stone fence and padded over towards the stranger. "Hi, my name is Angel. Whats yours?" she asked in the same cheerful mood she's always in.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 7, 2008 9:52:16 GMT -5
Stalker noticed the other cat pad up to him. Great, just what he needed, he thought, rolling his eyes. Another cat to barge in on his day. Stalker, he growled, forced to stop and sit in front of this cat.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Sept 7, 2008 19:05:04 GMT -5
"Hi Stalker. I just moved here. What are you doing? Hunting?" Angel asked curiously. "If you are, can I join? I didn't have breakfast yet." the white she-cat happily asked Stalker. She gave a soft purr.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 7, 2008 21:20:56 GMT -5
"Hunting,yes. Eating,no." He gave her an odd look,he could never understand cats that ate them. All the blood and, ugh. He switched his tail, refusing to answer her other question, as he waited for her to move. Normally he was ruder,but this kind of cat would end up in tears, he hated all that gushy stuff.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Sept 12, 2008 16:30:40 GMT -5
"I was a bit afraid of eating a small furry creature at first but a really good friend of mine at my old house who lives in this extremely big house loved to hunt and eat the little creatures that she killed because she got bored with the food her twolegs gave her. One day while I watched her eat it, she offered me a little birdy and I said no." Angel continued her story of how she was kinda like Stalker in a way. "Then she finally persuaded me to try a little nibble at the bird. Well, at least to me, the bird tasted like the chicken flavored cat food and treat. And so that is how I began to eat them." The pretty white she-cat said to Stalker while waiting for a reply.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 12, 2008 19:02:29 GMT -5
Stalker gave a slight shudder, not paying any head to this cat's story. He sunk his teeth into enough to know what they tasted like, and it wasn't good. Why was he even slacking this cat? He almost stuck his tounge out, but though better of it.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Sept 13, 2008 6:44:10 GMT -5
"I know what you are thinking about the taste when you first bite in. When you are hunting miceyou need to be sure you do not want to bite a certain side or else this nasty tasting vile will come into your mouth. That is why a perfer birds more." Angel said in her regular tone. she sniffed the air and caught a trace of a bird somewhere. She glanced around to see where it was. It was at a root of a tree, pecking at the seeds on the ground. Angel crouched down, and slowly went over to the bird. She leaped, killed the bird, and happily ate it at the spot.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 13, 2008 17:09:51 GMT -5
Stalker shuddered at the sight, quickly turning his head in disgust as he started moving on, looking for a nice catch. Suddenly he saw a squirrel in the neighbor's grass. Excitement rushed through him as he ran towards the squirrel, pouncing and screeching in delight as he clawed into it's fur, injuring it profusely. He batted at the wriggling thing, laughing at it's pitifulness. It leaped into the air, trying to move, to escape. Stalker towered over it, cackling delightedly and pumped with adrenaline, as it gave it's last final twitches of life. He instantly got bored with it, shoving it into the driveway distastefully.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Sept 22, 2008 17:51:59 GMT -5
"What are you going to do with that squirrell?" Angel asked Stalker calmly. While she waited for an answer she licked her mouth clean of any scraps left then cleaned her fur of incase of any dirt hiding in her fur.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 22, 2008 21:09:28 GMT -5
"Nothing,he replied in a slightly annoyed way. He flicked his tail. "What's the use of them once they're dead?" His green eyes challenged her.
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Sept 23, 2008 12:37:33 GMT -5
"They're tasty." meowed a slick voice from the side.
A young tabby, unusual colouring. So pale, grey and blue. Called an Ice Tabby, they colouring was rare, valuable even. He stepped forward with a light smile, his white leather collar with medium spikes. His coat was short and sleek, muscles bulged from them as he walked towards them. His eyes were a very pale grey/blue and held a streetwise warmth in them.
The male cat let out a light laugh. He was peaceful in himself, for once Marijuana wasn't with him and he could explore their new neighbourhood.
"Haha! Hello there. Name's Frost of the Silver Knives. And who have i got the pleasure in meetin'?"
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Post by Mousfire on Sept 23, 2008 20:45:07 GMT -5
"Has every kittypet turned into a savage now?" he growled, glaring at the cat. One was bad enough, now there was another provoker. Just perfect. NOT!
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Sept 24, 2008 10:19:27 GMT -5
Frost stepped back and raised an eyebrow.
"Woah, i do believe someone needs to work on their manners." he smiled calmly. What was wrong with this cat though.
"What up your nose, we were only being freindly."
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 24, 2008 20:26:57 GMT -5
ooc: I'm gonna give ivory a chance to reply, especially since she doesn't come on every day
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