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Post by Poizuun on Mar 29, 2009 17:40:55 GMT -5
The air was heavy with the onset of Spring. The clouds were pudgy and dark gray, rolling over on themselves with a warm wind that had been blowing since early morning. Now midafternoon, it seemed that any moment they would let loose and drench the lands, erasing the last remnants of leaf-bare.
With nowhere else to go, a pair of half-siblings killed time on the outskirts of Clan territory, apparently called the Fallen Trees, with good reasons. Darn those cats were cunning when naming their territories. The two lay completely relaxed beneath a pair of fallen trees that had seemed to collide in a duel fall. One, an extremely skinny she-cat with sandy-colored fur, the other a completely white, tall and large tom. The two had stumbled upon this area quite a few months before the Clans had arrived and had managed to stay under their radar since they had taken over the forest.
Who knows how long it would be until Fox and Bear would be found out by the Clans, but it was obvious that some day they would make a mistake an be found by an entire patrol. Not for the reason that most loners and rogues are found, such as stealing prey, for these two didn't dine on the same foods as most cats. Both Fox and Bear are full-fledged cannibals, eating nothing but other cats. Usually they keep to kittypets, loners, other rogues, and any cat that they stumble upon, though with the arrival of these new cats, it's like they're living in their favorite restaurant.
The pair were content, laying beneath the pair of fallen trunks, their bellies full of a recent meal. However, Fox's active mind was steadily growing bored and impatient. Her claws began to tear at the grass until an obvious patch of dirt began to show. Bear twitched his ears in annoyance and shifted his position, resting his head upon his large paws. "You really need to learn how to relax, dear sister." Fox only narrowed her eyes at her brother, twitching her tail, and turning her attention back to the grass. |
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Post by Slug on Mar 29, 2009 17:53:19 GMT -5
Clayfang sat perched on the tallest fallen tree that layed on all the other collapsed trunks; it's branches pointing skyward as the great massive Maine Coon stayed hidden in it's leaves; his long tan, brown, and black coloured fur seeming to merge with the heavily lidden shadows, wood coloured eyes gleaming maliciously in the darkness.
With a rumble, Clayfang stood; padding down the cork-screw twisted trunk of the fallen oak tree; paceing carefully up and down it's bark. It was going to rain, and soon. He could tell from the way the clouds grew large and thick, and the smell of salt in his mouth. Why wouldn't he leave, though? He knew it was going to rain-- why would any cat what to indure that?
Well, because he was a Streamclan warrior, of course! He would indure and not complain. Clayfang refused to let the rain be his enemy that seemed to even mock some Streamclanners. It was a test, really-- a test of determination and durability.
Clayfang, though, wasn't too sure he was the tom with those characteristics; the sky looked so haunting, it sent shivers up his spine and tail; that black and gray colour! Most likely the rain would win this round-- possibly a storm, too, from the looks of the clouds.
But it wouldn't win the war, though, Clayfang vowed that much!!
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Post by Poizuun on Mar 29, 2009 18:22:49 GMT -5
Fox caught faint whisperings that she could swear she hadn't heard before. She stopped tearing at the grass for a few moments, ears perked and listening. The sounds continued, barely, but enough for her to know it wasn't normal. Her heart began to pick up speed as her excitement began to blossom. Bear seemed to pick up on his partner's change in mood and lifted his head, listening.
As he also picked up the remnants of movement, he let out a low grunt, having an intense feeling of foreshadowing about the events that would probably soon follow. He knew himself and his sister and what they would do about this intruder, but he knew nothing about this cat or what it was capable of. If it was a Clan cat, they may bite more off than they can chew. Especially if there are others that are with this cat that they haven't picked up yet. |
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Post by Slug on Mar 29, 2009 18:31:47 GMT -5
Clayfang, with a hissed with displeasure when a raindrop hit his nose; shaking his head wildly to remove the essence of the sky.
So much for durability.
Another drop smacked Clayfang's forehead, and the large tom snarled with rage, swiping at the air; claws flashing. More drops came falling down, seeming to pin-point Clayfang's weak points-- his flanks, his thighs; the massive tom was shuddering by the time it started pouring, soaking the poor Streamclanner.
With a cry out irratation; Clayfang fled from atop the tree trunk and raced for cover-- the closest a stray bush near the oak's up-turned roots. He dashed inside the leafy coven; curling his long tail close to his paws; glaring out through the tiny branches of the bush while the rain kept it's pace of down-pour.
It was then Clayfang finally noticed something-- noticed to cats taking cover under the fallen trunks. Startled; Clayfang narrowed his eyes at the two and gave them a warning look-- one that said "Come-near-me-and-I'll-flay-you."
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Post by Poizuun on Mar 30, 2009 12:15:24 GMT -5
As the rain began to fall, Fox and Bear instinctively curled back into their hollow, away from the large droplets that threatened to splash them. Their eyes followed the large tom as he also ran for cover, seemingly angered by nature's release. Bear sat up, eyes locked on the intruder. An amused purr rumbled from his chest and throat.
Fox popped up behind him ears perked and eyes wide. Her pupils flexed as she stared. With liquid movements, she oozed behind Bear's back to crouch beside him. The siblings stared for a few moments until Bear twitched his whiskers and ears as he gave a small laugh at the large tom that had so easily been defeated but a few raindrops. "Kitty kitty's afraid of getting wet, isn't he?" Bear cooed mockingly at the stranger. Fox grinned, unable to keep her maniacal humor under control. |
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Post by Slug on Mar 30, 2009 14:56:56 GMT -5
Rage bubbled beneath Clayfang's drying pelt, so hot it made him hiss in disspleasure. Leaping to his paws, Clayfang rumbled coolly: "I am a Streamclan warrior-- the rain is my friend as it is my enemy. Besides, who would want to be rewarded with a cold for their love of water? Logically, I stay out of it so I don't get sick, obviously." A smooth lie, Clayfang, but how long could he keep it up?
And then with another hiss, Clayfang stepped out into the rain; lips curling backwards to reveal thick needle like teeth; glistening ivory from the drops of rain hitting his mouth; rapier like claws kneeding the earth, upturning it from where Clayfang stood. Huffing, Clayfang purred sweetly: "Why don't you say that to my face, rogue? Perhaps you're the one who is afraid." A chuckle vibrated his massive body; a grin twisting his face in a horrifying manner.
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Post by Poizuun on Mar 30, 2009 19:41:06 GMT -5
Fox let out a low hiss, laying her ears flat. Bear stood up, knocking his sister backwards. She let out a low growl and he just flicked his ear at her, shifting his shoulders. He sneered at the Clan tom, but made no move to approach him. Fox was curled, ready to spring just behind her brother's hind legs. "Oh no! Kitty cat's getting wet!" Bear smiled in a condescending way.
The tall white tom stretched and sat back on his haunches, twining his tail around his paws. "I'd rather not have your Clan stink in my nose. I'm fine over here." |
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Post by Slug on Mar 31, 2009 0:59:21 GMT -5
Clayfang sighed, shoulders drooping; a pout at his lips as he said: "You're no fun, are you, rogue?" before returning to the bush; shaking himself from the water that littered his pelt before licking it down-- bathing himself while watching the two newcommers from the corner of his eye.
"Why exactly are you here, anyways? Don't you have anything better to do then skulk around the clan territories?" He murmured, whiskers quivering as he ceased his licking, glancing up at the sky for good measure. Nope. It looked like it was going to rain for a good while; make the streams, creaks, and rivers flood, no doubt.
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Post by Poizuun on Apr 5, 2009 10:27:43 GMT -5
Bear's claws kneaded the grass in a bored fashion, a low purr playing across his throat. He almost laughed at the other tom's question and shook his head, not trying to hide the humored smile that slowly spread across his muzzle. He turned his broad head to Fox, who also seemed extremely amused by the larger tom's question.
Bear leaned forward, letting raindrops barely brush his nose as it just barely stuck out from beneath the fallen tree. He twitched his whiskers in amusement. "I think the better question is what are you doing on our territory? His dark amber eyes were locked on Clayfang's face with unfearing, daring smugness. |
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Post by Slug on Apr 5, 2009 10:31:49 GMT -5
Clayfang grinned at Bear, bemused. "Tresspassing, I suppose; I never knew The fallen Tree's were your territory, rogue." He glanced behind Bear and corrected himself. "Rogues, I should say."
"But what's the use is claiming a territory that's already been claimed? Really, now; I just think it's... rather petty. But that's just me." Clayfang stated.
/short and lame. D:
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp