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Post by Mousefire on Sept 20, 2008 22:11:30 GMT -5
The gray striped tom padded through the forest, or at least what was once a forest, towards the brook. Normally you could hear it on a day like today, but thanks to the recent earthquake, a tree had fallen in and dammed it up. He climbed over the fallen trees, the sky unaturaly bare as the few remaining stood tall, seeming scraggly by themselves. He hopped over a log, coming to the brook. Climbing onto the tree trunk, he padded out over the water, before hoping down onto a nearby stone jutting up between the swollen water. He lay down, amber eyes gazing into the water as his paw hung off the side of the rock. Now he could finally go over what had been puzzling him so recently. He wasn't sure, knew that what he was doing wasn't right, but he couldn't change the past. And besides, he was happier now. He'd have to find solutions though. Whatever held in the future would be painful, probably ending up even worse then the current. He couldn't betray Snowstorm, not ever, but it seemed the only way. He sighed, staring down, his tail nestled in some tree branches, as he watched a couple minnows swim by. He couldn't ignore his ambitions, he would always remain loyal to his vow. The clans had destroyed his family, his clan, stealing him from them all. He would never forget that, and he'd make sure it was rebuilt someday, one way or another.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 21, 2008 18:30:12 GMT -5
Brown eyes sweeped the area the warily caught sight of the gray tom and a quiet frustrated growl escaped Moontea's throat. Her plan of trespassing without being caught was now ruined! The loner wondered if the clan cat would catch her scent. Clan cats are so dumb she hissed in her thoughts. She wasnt in her normal serious evil mood today, instead she was a little less serious and more laid back. Moontea's pelt was smooth and shiny with cleanliness a she had ben bored earlier and had cleaned it many times over and over again.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 21, 2008 20:10:01 GMT -5
Mousefire heard a rustle in the bushes and looked up, startled from his thoughts. He noticed the loner, and a flame of indignant fury passed through his eyes. "What are you doing on WindClan?" he asked inquiringly, in a don't ask me to be friends sort of tone. He stood up, his amber gaze on her, as his tail hung next to him alertly. You never knew what loners would do. The last loner came up in his mind, but he shook it out immediately, shuddering inside. He'd already vowed to forget that cat, and he wasn't about to think about the incident.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 22, 2008 16:59:15 GMT -5
"Settle down mousebrain, you do not scare me nor will anything you do" Moontea hissed. "And as for your question, i'm exploring so deal with it, I'll be out of here in no time"She meowed her eyes sparking with defiance. Moontea gave a swift lick to her shoulder emphasizing her calmness about the current situation. She yawned sleepily flashing her glistening white fangs. Moonta sensed a sort of sadness about the cat. "Something dwelling on your mind mousebrain?" she asked.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 22, 2008 17:19:21 GMT -5
"What makes you feel that way, pheasantdung?" he returned, jumping down from the boulder and landing in front of her. This cat didn't seem to care much,she probably wouldn't even care if he killed her. "Thats not the way things work here. This is my clans territory, and you're on it. And by the smell, you aren't from WindClan, are you pheasantdung?" He swished his tail in defiance.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 22, 2008 17:57:00 GMT -5
"Oh good job kit you figured out something a newborn could spot, im sooo proud" Moontea snarled. Her pelt bristled slightly at the closeness. "Anyone could spot you and your mofod from miles away, good god I swear they must train you clanners slowly I would have recognized the scent of a cat way before i saw them" She meowed fiercly. Moontea's eyes were sharp with her anger and firery spirit.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 22, 2008 21:04:54 GMT -5
Oh wow, I didn't know you could smell!! Congratulations!! he snarled, lashing his tail. A spark of fury flashed through his eyes as his pelt bristled. This cat was really getting on his nerves. Now that we know how to use our noses,how about we go find some place off WindClan, before someone gets huts. He growled, flexing his claws. He wanted to tear that cats fur off right now,he didn't care if she didnt care.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 23, 2008 15:45:44 GMT -5
"How about not, I'll leave when I want to" Moontea snarled. She unsheathed and sheathed her claws catching bit of dirt every now and then. "You warriors are all such goody two shoes thinking your better than others just cause you follow some imaginary rules" she hissed. Moontea's ears laid flat upon her head. "All you cats do is follow the same path you bairly have any individuality besides your appearances" she meowed her anger dissolving and seriousness replacing it in her eyes and tone.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 23, 2008 22:08:25 GMT -5
Loners always thought they were so smart."Did I say I was better than you? No. All I said was that you're on my territory. Have you ever heard of a cat who wanted people on their territory? His tone had been replaced with a more serious, sarcastic tone. " And who said we don't have personalities? Not every cat is a StarClan guru freak!"Hardly any were,though almost every one believed in StarClan. But there was always one........................ who cared. This loner was coming off,one way or another. "Why don't you leave anyways? There's nothing here except ruined scenery." He sneered.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 24, 2008 14:38:38 GMT -5
"I'm bored and I want to explore" Moontea meowed her tone still slightly crisp with anger. She sighed angrily her mind had been soaring through to many things latley and the last thing she wanted to do now was to get in a fight with a cat. "Why do you want me off so bad if I'm only walking?" She sneered back at him.
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Post by .Whitey. on Sept 24, 2008 16:14:58 GMT -5
He fears, a cold icy voice came from the opposite direction of the cats, That you will make a disturbance. A sleek black and blue eyed tom sat in the direction of the Wind-Clan Moors which led into deeper territory. Need I remind you, that you are both causing quite a bit of a ruckus just between yourselves. he smirked ever so slightly letting his black tail wrap around his legs. I heard you from Rogue Territory. he added yawning as if he wasn't interested in either of them. He narrowed his eyes and he studied the cats which were fighting at eachother. Moon wasn't either Clan Cat nor Loner. He didn't lead a life by himself nor did he dedicate it to a so called StarClan. The Black tom came from none other than RogueClan, he detesed being called a recruit, because he was simply with Darkheart out of his own free will. tha many cats that had left his grasp were beyond counting. The amount of times cats had threatened either him or the smaller Leader of the rogues, they fought back with as much as they were given. But to two cats like the ones in front of him- he was just another cat.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 24, 2008 20:23:29 GMT -5
First a loner, now a rouge he sneered in his mind. So much for "quiet thinking time". " I don't fear nothing, ratface!" he spat, glaring at the newcomer angrily. I take back that thought he growled in his mind; it may not be the same, but they were both rouges. Didn't mean that he could intrude on "his" territory. If things went well, it could be rebuilt............. but he hadn't come here for ambitions, and it especially wasnt the time to sceam with these two dungheads. " Walking, chatting, I don't care. This is not free territory, and its not yours to stomp all over either. If you don't understand what territory is, which you obviously don't, then I'm sorry your mousedunged parents didnt know enough to teach you anything!" He lashed his tail,keeping his claws out this time. If those cats said one more word, he was attacking. The rouge he might let of a little easy, but certainly not by much.
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Post by .Whitey. on Sept 25, 2008 10:09:43 GMT -5
ooc: Mousefire- you're spelling for Rogue is wrong. The 'u' comes after the 'g' 
I beg to differ. I guess Clan cats aren't taught much about Rogue Statuetory? he asked raising his eye, slowly his orbs flicking in ignorance. If he had heard what the Clan cat had called him he didn't register it. And while you're at it, you many not want to get on my wrong side- I can see with my perfectly good eye sight that there are two opposing cats, he paused and looked at Moontea, Although, I very much doubt that this she-cat here would be very happy with me either.But you my friend, are in a dangerous position. It is not possible for you to take on the Deputy of Rogue Clan and a loner, who by the way, looks quite vicious. he explained a glint of sneakyness flaring across his eyes. Either way- this tom was stuck. so I'll give you a descision, go back to that good for nothing Clan, you can tell everyone about us... or, you can stay here and fight until you die. Two solutions- go home and fight another day, or- die in the spot. Moon was winding the Clanner into a situation where his brains would have to work more; which was one of his favourite games. This was what he was reknowned for, toying with someone to make them mistrust their own ideas.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Sept 25, 2008 13:29:54 GMT -5
Moontea snarled angrily at the warriors comment. Her brown tail lashed back and forth in anger. "Watch what you say clanner otherwise I'll rip your tongue out so you can no longer say anything" she hissed. Moontea flickered her furious gaze to the rogue and looked him over. What the black tom said was true, if it came down to a fight the warrior had only a slim chance if any.
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Post by Mousefire on Sept 25, 2008 15:47:52 GMT -5
"And what if I differ?" he growled, twitching his tail. "And I bet you couldn't even kill a sparrow, much less turn me into pie." He sat down and curled his tail around his paws challengingly, still blatantly refused to sheath his claws. He wanted to be ready in case one of them did try and start a surprise attack, it would take to long to have to unsheath them. "And why would you gang up with some petty loner anyways, foxdung? She's got no alleys, what loner does?" He turned to her, amber eyes challenging, daring. "And why stay and fight? Wouldn't you rather run to some other, non gray-cat part of the territory? So you could finish your so called "exploring"?"
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