The Fox, The Ninja, And The God.

[Slug]

Title: The Fox, The Ninja, And The God.
Role Players: Slug, Nightfall, and Wolf.
Characters: Foxfur, Byakuya, and Loki.
Rating: PG-13
Satus: Private until further notice
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The ranch creaked and groaned against the harsh winds, shuddering every so often, it's walls threatening to fall down. Obviously this was not the greatest place to take shelter in.

Then again, Foxfur wasn't exactly the smartest cat out there, either.

Curling up into a tighter ball, the PineClanner screwed his yellow eyes shut, ears pressed against his head and legs tucked up close to his belly. His usually neat, flame-like fur was tangled beyond fixing. Yes, he was a coward, being afraid of a simple thing like a bit of rough gusts of air. But Foxfur would be damned if he was caught out in something like that.

But it was mostly because that the ranch... well, use to be his home. From warrior to loner, and back again, Foxfur's life was truly a confusing one. Why did he leave the nice, comfy home of his nest, again? Hell, why did he even leave camp? He knew better. He knew the rules. But he decided to ignore them-- he was superior to everyone, o'course. He was allowed to do this!-- and go running off to the ranch.

And now he was regretting it.

The angry element just outside the abandoned ranch was absolutely horrifying to the tom. He'd never seen anything like it since the Great Journey! Such violent winds! Foxfur had only encountered a thing like that-- in the form of a light snow storm. But still. It was windy. It was loud. It had messed up his fur! Ugh! At this point, Foxfur was wishing he was dead.

And if anyone saw him like this... well... he'd make sure they'd wouldn't go spreading his current "problem" around-- freaking gossips. The nerve of these cats today. And, as far as Foxfur knew, he was the perfect warrior! Gorgeous, strong, smart, brave! That's what he was. There were no other words to describe his magnificence!

'So, shut up, sit down, and just croak at my amazing beauty, you stupid gossips.' Foxfur thought irritably.

O'course, being the not-so-smart tom he was... he didn't realize that there wasn't anyone to "croak" at his "amazing beauty".

...Or was there?
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ooc: Omg. So much fail in this post, it hurts. e_e

[Cloud of Diamonds]

A lanky siamese snored softly in some straw on the ground floor of the ranch. His nostrils dilated, his turquiose eyes hidden under closed lids on his angled, pale face that had a few wisps of thin yellow plant material over it. His tail twitched slightly in his dreams, as in the nightly phantasms he was currently chasing a sweet, juicy mouse...well, not anymore.

A sudden, strong gust of wind had made a thumping noise as it blew one of the old building's doors open and shut again. The blue eyes snapped open, the huge ears twitched and Loki's head shot up out of the warm pile where he'd been sleeping. He looked around, maybe some other cat was awake for him to talk to or flirt with. If not, he could always pit himself against the storm for a few minutes. But no...there was another cat awake in the ranch, or so he seemed to smell. The scent-a tom's-was different somehow from the other ranch cats. Well then, maybe I should go see this special-smelling kitty, he thought.

So, scrambling out of the hay pile, he looked around for said cat. Ah ha, there he was! Funny, the fire-pelted tom was all in bunch, a big mess of red-orange fur. The long-legged rogue regally strutted over to the cat, looking over him into his face. "Hey there, mista fluffy! Looks like ya beeee-yoo-ti-ful pelt is a bit ruffled, eh, handsome? But it don't make ya look no worse. Makes ya look like you're...involved in fur-raising adventures!" At this utterly terrible line the skinny flirter-tom actually grinned.

OOC: /fail. DON'T HURT ME, Slug. He does weird things sometimes. e-e