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Post by Rolo on Oct 31, 2009 18:00:32 GMT -5
((Feck it, just call him a black cat, for now. It's a placeholder appearance. Later, I'll just change it. I'm just looking for personality here.))
A black cat moved gingerly through the grass, his pace slow and irregular. In fact, he had an almost ridiculous way of moving, with his studying the ground thoroughly before placing a dainty paw upon it. One would expect that he was trying to be stealthy, but really he was just being paranoid. Would a thorn sneak up on him and stab the bottom of his paws? Or a stick? He'd already gotten a scratch from a bramble on his left front pad, he wasn't in the mood to get anymore. Besides, who knew what creatures lay in wait out here?
Moving forward, a look of disgust pinned upon his face and his brow furrowed, he slowly made his way through the field. He had no idea why he had mewed incessantly for Edwina to let him out, what was to be had out here which wasn't indoors? Indoors there was carpet. And food. And warmth. Out here was dirt, cold and odd smells (of a rancid kind).
"Ucgh. What a disgusting place!" He mewed to himself, as he found himself stepping in a patch of mud. Withdrawing his paw, he backtracked slightly and sat down with an indignant grace upon a tuffet of grass.
He would go no further. He refused. After a moment's rest, he would travel back across the field to his mothers' house. He'd gone quite far enough for one day. |
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Post by Slug on Oct 31, 2009 18:31:12 GMT -5
His paws barely touched the ground, the tom silent as an owl as he raced after his prey, each step gaining more stride, more power to it, the warrior's muscles straining just the slightest with every movement. His dark stripes melded with the forest's shadows, leaving only a grey blur and a pair of glowing, gold eyes focused intently on the mouse in front of them. He refused to fail another kill-- he refused to let another one get away!
Speeding up, Shadefang's lip curled back, not noticing that the forest was starting to thin out, tall blades of brown grass getting taller and taller the farther he ran, the only thing on his mind being the possible-- no, future lunch was quickly losing speed; snapping his jaws twice, Shadefang let loose a yowl of fury, paws shoving at the ground as he launched himself at his prey, all his hope-- his hunger-- clear in his golden eyes.
Sadly, Fate had other plans for the MeadowClanner.
The mouse quickly darted into the safety of a barrow, much to Shadefang's chagrin. He flew right over the vermin hidey-hole and found himself crash landing, then rolling down a hill, angry protests escaping the grey tabby with each bump or rock he collided with, tumbling deep within the near bye fields foliage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Shadefang came to the bottom of the hill, skidding a bit across the ground, quite literally eating the dirt as he did so.
Dazed and hurting, Shadefang shakily rose to his paws, shaking himself from the dust his fur had gathered, then proceeding to do the disgusting: harking up the dirt.
It was no easy task, and it only added to Shadefang's pain-- and growing humiliation. This was something he would forever keep quiet about, straight to his grave!
When he deemed that his stomach was clean of muck-- or close to it-- Shadefang shook himself once more, though this time ridding himself of the ache in his body, blinking curiously at his blurred surroundings. For a while, Shadefang thought he had lost his vision, but he was quickly proved wrong and his sight cleared, ignoring the scent of vomit. He straightened, another scent wafting by his senses.
He soon realized that he was not alone.
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OOC: e.e This is crap. Sorry, Rolo! D|
/brick'd
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Post by Rolo on Nov 6, 2009 20:59:09 GMT -5
As Alexander sat there, catching his breath, he caught something out of the corner of his eyes. He blinked rapidly, his eyes naturally focusing on the small object. It seemed to be rolling out of control down a large steep hill... he guessed it was a rock or some other kind of object.
Still... it was fastinating watching it... so he stared. He kept his eyes upon it, finding it to be the most interesting thing in the outside that he had seen.
However, as the thing rolled closer, he knew then that it wasn't a boulder as he had suspected... no, it seemed to be a giant monster made out of mud...
Still, he stared.
The dark-coloured object hit the ground with a thump and Alexander jumped beside himself. Unlike an ordinary cat, he felt no urge to investigate the monster. Yet, aggrivatingly, his curiousity was too great for him to leave... so he stayed and watched.
Yet, nothing prepared him for the revulsion he felt as he suddenly realised that the thing was alive. Seemingly coming out of the mud itself, the dark thing unfurled itself and stumbled giddily to it's feet. Alexander was horrified... Mother had always told him that dirt was evil... but he'd never guessed that it might actually move...
Alexander sat there, jaw dropped, eyes beaming with fear. He was the picture of horror, his fur standing end on end.
But then the creature started to retch, and Alexander realised it was just a dirty cat. Annoyance overtook his fear. He considered sneaking away but... too late, the cat had spotted him.
Disgust was displayed clearly upon his face as he took in the cat's features. His eyes closed slowly and he thrust his nose in the air.
"Urch," He said, "How frightful you look. You should know better than to run off so far from your mother, you're most definitely going to get a bath tonight."
His whiskers twitched in smug amusement, "Yes, a nice soapy bath. And I should suppose your mother will punish you too."
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Post by Slug on Dec 14, 2009 16:51:27 GMT -5
"Urch, how frightful you look. You should know better than to run off so far from your mother, you're most definitely going to get a bath tonight."
Shadefang's furry brows shot up in amusement, a crooked smirk curling his lips. "You think a dirty cat is frightful?" He snorted, ignoring the tom's disgusted look. "Really?" He deadpanned, disbelief dripping from his very words. "Frightful? Honestly? What are you, a mouse? A bit of dirt never killed anyone, Princess." He drawled, his ear flicking. The mention of mice reminded Shadefang of his hunger, though his pushed it back, focusing on the tom before him.
"Yes, a nice soapy bath. And I should suppose your mother will punish you too."
"Nobody is punishing mwah," He declared, rolling his eyes as he wisely evaded commenting on whatever the pit "soapy" was. Soapy? Soapy? Clearly, this cat was disturbed enough that he made his own words up. "Let alone my mother." Shadefang added, waving the comment off with his tail. "But I assure you, Princess, you keep that talk up and there is going to be some punishing around here." He said smoothly, his threat clear.
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ooc: e_e This is short, crap, and sjfhsjdfhksdf-- sorry, Rolo. D| Again.
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Post by Rolo on Mar 5, 2010 17:28:33 GMT -5
Alexander was indignant. The tom's speech had been utterly rude, practically uncivilised. Such a harsh way of talking... it terrified him somewhat, but disgusted him more. How... how... horrifying this creature was! It was barely a cat... it was more like a... a... black fox! Yes! With a mangey, tangled coat! A scavenger... probably diseased.
It was then that it dawned on him that this was probably one of the feral cats his mother had always warned him about. Dear catnip, they were uglier and more wild than he expected! He's expected something that at least resembled a feline...
"YES!" He mewed loudly, shrinking away from the tom as if he suspected the tom was infectious, "Frightful. Utterly frightful. Dirt is horrendously hard to get out of one's pelt, you know."
He glanced the tom over, smirking smuggly again, "Not that that would bother you, or that you would know that. It seems you've never tried to groom yourself anyway."
As if to exaggerate his point, he drew his tongue over his own black chest fur. Though, admittedly, slightly dusty, his short black pelt was glossy and shimmered in the light. It made him proud to see how glorious he looked beside this thing with matted, tangled fur.
He tutted, shaking his head. "Your mother will be cross... seeing you get so dirty. She'll be horrified, even. If you still have a mother, that is."
Perhaps he'd eaten her or something. This cat didn't look beyond that.
Finally, a look of genuine puzzlement crossed his face. When this dark cat had suggested that he was a 'princess', he was sure he had simply said the wrong word... but no, it seemed this cat was genuinely confused.
"And no." Alexander said simply, "I'm not a princess. I'm a prince. Didn't you try scenting the air to find out my gender before speaking to me?"
He was completely oblivious. Oblivious to the threats, to the insults. However, he was on edge nonetheless. This WAS a monster of a cat, after all.
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp