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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 20, 2008 14:32:10 GMT -5
An almost completely black tom emerged from the shadows. He was hungry, but he knew the clan had to be fed first. Nightfeather slowly crawled around, alert for any signs of movement, scent, or noise. He saw a rabbit big enough to feed 4 hungy mouths. Taking one step, he came closer to the rabbit. The tom leapt. He landed with a thud, only a mouse length away. The noise startled the rabbit and it hopped away. "Foxdung," he cursed under his breath.
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Anidori
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Post by Anidori on Dec 20, 2008 15:11:12 GMT -5
Sorrowheart A mottled gray she-cat followed silently behind Nightfeather, curious about what he was doing. I guess he's only hunting. She thought. Too bad, she wanted something interesting to do. She stifled a laugh as the rabbit that he'd pounced on bounded away. "Nice try." She said politely, though she was never usually a polite cat. She padded up to stand even with the other tom. "What brings you out here on this cold day?" She asked.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 20, 2008 16:12:18 GMT -5
He hesitated for a bit and let out a long sigh. Nighfeather sat down on the cold ground, with his tail wrapped around his paws, and replied, "I'm hungry, but like the warrior code says, feed the clan first. Anyway what are you doing here?" Nightfeather prompted. "Shouldn't you be at the camp, especially on a day like today?" The black and white tom was getting a bit suspicous and asked his final queston, "Were you spying on me?"
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Anidori
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Post by Anidori on Dec 20, 2008 16:56:27 GMT -5
Sorrowheart Is he serious? Sorrowheart wondered. 'Yeah, I'm spying on you so that I can find out your habits and eventually kill you when nobody is looking.' She said, her voice layered with sarcasm. The look in her eyes showed her annoyance at the obvious mistrust that Nightfeather had just shown for her. What did I ever do wrong? She questioned.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 20, 2008 17:06:15 GMT -5
"Oh. Sorry about that, but it did look pretty suspicous to me." The tom meowed, "Anyway how are you today, Sorrowheart?" He was still extremely hungry, but he didn't want to break the rules. Nightfeather tried his best to ignore it, but the hunger was too overwhelming.
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Anidori
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Post by Anidori on Dec 20, 2008 17:49:33 GMT -5
Sorrowheart Insulted. Made fun of... There were plenty of sharp retorts she wanted to hiss out to Nightfeather. She could tell by the faraway look in his eyes that he didn't even care about her answer. He was just asking to be 'polite'. What is the point of 'polite' anyways? It just means asking meaningless questions that you don't even care for the answer to. Instead of saying everything that was going through her head, though, she just 'politely' answered, "I'm doing all right."
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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 20, 2008 21:37:02 GMT -5
Before he could say anything, he smelled another rabbit. One that looked like the one that got away. He crouched down stalked it, the leapt. The rabbit tried to run again, but this time Nightfeather was to fast for it. The WindClanner killed it with a quick bite. He felt it struggling, then it went limp. Nightfeather droped it down on the ground and buried it a foxlength away. "You were saying?"
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Post by Mousefire on Dec 20, 2008 23:49:51 GMT -5
A light gray cat padded through the grass, the moonlight washing his pelt into a dark silver. He heard cats talking and looked up, his amber eyes peircing the darkness. He flicked his ears in annoyance, half-cursing, half sighing in his head. Nightfeather was okay, but Sorrowheart was NOT what he needed right now. This was the second time he'd tried to get some peace and quiet that had been interuppted. When would he ever get to sort out his feelings? And Kashstar's deputy............nono, don't go there. He could try to ignore them, but that would be rude, knowing that they could see him from there. Grumbling under his breath, he turned and walked up the hill to the cats. ""Hi," he growled, avoiding contact as he padded up. He noticed Nightfeather's rabbit buried in the ground. "Want me to carry that to camp for you?" he asked, lifting his head a bit. Maybe at least THEN he could sort something out. He was tired of caring for clans, for feeding THIS clan. This wasn't his home, and never would be, no matter what. If he could become leader, or even deputy, then only then could he right his own clan.......... He quickly snapped out of it, anger blazing briefly in his eyes at himself. Couldn't he ever just be quiet?
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Post by xXIvyXx on Dec 21, 2008 14:00:20 GMT -5
"No, its ok. I'll bring it back to camp when I'm done." Nightfeather politely said. THe black and white tom took his mind off of Sorrowheart for a second to talk to Mousefire, "So, are you here to hunt too? If you are, have you caught anything yet?"
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Post by Mousefire on Dec 21, 2008 23:27:24 GMT -5
"Nah," he grumbled, though he knew he probably should, leaf-bare creating a shortage of prey. "Just wanering around." His amber eyes flashed, but he dared not speak; he just wanted to know when he could go home. B-back to camp. This was NOT home. This was NOT home, hr repeated in his mind, he'd deal with himself and everything else later. That was the way everything seemed to be nowadays. LATER. When di anybody get a break? A piece of mind? Anything?! This was NOT home. He unsheathed his claws an dug them into the frozen dirt, bored and anxious for the first chance to escape.
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Anidori
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Post by Anidori on Dec 22, 2008 12:55:56 GMT -5
OOC: Wow, Mousefire and Sorrowheart are a lot alike in that they hate Clanlife!
Sorrowheart flicked her ears to Nightfeather at his latest catch. At least he didn't let that one get away. She thought. She looked up at the bitter tom that had just joined them. Who stole his prey? She thought, then remembered the recent deputy naming ceremony. That would explain some of his sour mood. Though to Sorrowheart, it seemed like he was in a sour mood all the time. You mean like yourself? a voice in her head prodded. She flicked her tail as if scaring off a fly. I'll do what I want! She raged inside. She realized that she'd become a little distanced from the conversation. "Hu-what?" She asked, assuming that they were waiting for her to say something.
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Post by Mousefire on Dec 22, 2008 22:30:27 GMT -5
ooc: its moreso THIS CLAN's life
"Hmm?" Mouefire looked up, expecting for Sorrowheart to unleash another one of her sour, sarcastic lines. It was no wonder she was called Sorrowheart; thats how you felt every time you looked at her. Yeah, sorry you're such a snob! He ruffled his fur, glancing up at the moon. He was in an unusually grouchy mood, but how would you feel if you had the burden of a million thoughts and emotions and no time to sort them out? To plan? The memory of his confession to Snowstorm came back to him, as he cringed. All the emotions he'd been feeling flooded back, and he quickly shoved it away before he broke down in front of these cats. Sourpuss over here would probably taunt me to the whole clan he growled in his head.
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