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Post by PINEWHISKER on May 23, 2014 22:18:57 GMT
204 words - open - hop on in.
The sun was dipping below the horizon by the time that Pinewhisker returned to camp. His long fur was stuck out at odd angles from his day spent in the territory, hunting and border marking. His pelt still burned with rage when he looked over the Thunderpath into ThunderClan territory. He could not believe the cats of those Clans would accuse his Clan of stealing their kits. As if ShadowClan needed more mouths to feed. Perhaps they should have reinforced their camps better against enemies. How had they all lost the scent trails anyway? Pinewhsiker couldn't wait to see what Ravenstar demanded as repayment for the jab at ShadowClan's honor. He wanted to see those cats squirm with discomfort, the way his Clan had when they had been accused.
The large tom padded across the camp and dropped two mice and a vole on the freshkill pile. It was quite large, ShadowClan was doing well. He took a vole for himself and padded away, settling beside the warriors den and raking his tongue through his unruly fur. When he had finally managed to wrestle most of it into place, another cat was walking toward him. He lowered his ears slightly, wondering what they could want.
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Post by BRINDLEFACE on May 24, 2014 23:42:22 GMT
BRINDLEFACE
the sun was low in the sky as the scene began it's play. from all around there was the sounds of life and the smell of death. the soft glow of what had once been a fine day was slowly slipping into a darkness that would enclose the forest that was home to clustered of cats. but for this territory where marshes met pine trees, there was but one mighty cluster of cats, a clan of sorts which held the name of shadowclan. a clan that to many was the one to cause mischief, or terrible actions. but to those who lived within this clan, they were simply ambitious cats who held great love for their clan and pride. but our tale is centered around one cat, whose pelt rippled with muscles that brought her closer to the marshy grounds.
yes, this feline was a female, her gender was not the issue. it was the rat she had been hunting - one that she had tracked down for nearly two foxtails. fox dung, just give up already rat face! she thought with annoyance, her teeth flashing in an annoyed expression before her claws became unsheathed and the crouching was more prompted, a sign of her impending action and when she finally sprang, her attack was noted to be a surprise. the rat gave no cry of fear or pain as her teeth sank into the throat of the creature, cutting off oxygen and it's vocal calls with a ease that was near frightening for a young female of forty-eight moons. from where she was, crouched with her fangs deep within her prey's throat, she was paused; claws flexing before her, her behind raised in the air from where she hand landed.
but that was all she could muster after what would feel like a day's worth of hunting, but was only four hours worth. but her knowledge of time was limited to the rise and set of the sun, and for her knowledge all she knew was that she had spent some time hunting her prey and has caught only two creatures, the rat before her and a young sparrow that had crossed over from the territory of thunderclan. she smirked from around her rat as she began her return to the camp she had left a while ago, the memory of the apprentice who had watched as the sparrow landed on the tree on her side of the thunderpath and how she had snatched the creature up with ease.
she had practically teased the other cat for a moment before trying to taunt them to come across the path. come get it, if you want it. but the young cat had not bothered to cross; only yowled at her; kit-stealer! before fleeing the area as if he has set fire to her. she had nearly taken off after the cat; her paws had touched the edge of the thunderpath just as a monster roared by on the other side, shaking her into her senses. fools, who would kidnap kits! it is in our warriors code to not harm them. do they think us so lowly! she hissed into her self, angry not only at the other clans for what they were doing, placing the blame on the only clan they all seemed to agree they hated.
but for the fact that she was not able to help find those kittens. a heart-less creature she had been called by a few toms in whom she had taunted with her body, but it had been under all that taunting that she truly cared. kits grow to become our most trusted warriors. we should value them more. her ears pulled back on her head as she lowered her skull to enter the camp's entrance, the sparrow she had caught before was lying upon the fresh-kill pile; and while she had hauntingly told an apprentice to make sure it would not be taken, she had not expected it to remain. padding forward she watched as a large fluffy grey tom move in front of her path.
furry burned deep in her belly. pinewhisker. was the cold thought in her head as she stared after him, he had dropped his catches, two mice and a vole - to which he took a vole for himself, that the young feline narrowed her own eyes. she dropped her rat on to of the fresh-kill pile before turning to watch the tom across the clearing from her. he was an attractive cat, a cat who in all honestly, the young she-cat was quite fond of to look at from afar. shaking her head in disguise the young feline moved forward her paws graceful and calculated as she came to rest before him. head high, looking down at the large tom, a mean remark upon her lips.
"that vole, pinewhisker." she meowed angrily. she wanted it, and while she wouldn't out right attack a cat for a piece of prey, she'd damn well lash at them with her tongue if needed be. "are you going to eat it all by yourself?" she meowed harshly, tongue clicking against her teeth as she finished speaking, her eyes judging him, waiting.
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Post by PINEWHISKER on May 25, 2014 0:11:36 GMT
481 words - BRINDLEFACE - sorry its not as long as yours As the cat got closer to him, their identity became very obvious. The haughty stride, the upturned face, the multi-colored pelt. It could only belong to one cat. Yes, there were plenty of tortoiseshell cats in ShadowClan, but there was only who strode around like she owned the place. To Pinewhisker, it was amusing. Like so many cats in the Clan, he could remember when she was mewling into her mother's belly. Perhaps that was why he was so rude to them. It was hard to take a cat seriously when you watched them stumble around as a kit, and then make so many mistakes as apprentices. Not to say that he hadn't been a foolish apprentice once, but most of the cats who could remember that were elders or gone by now. Yes, even Pinewhisker could feel himself getting older. He was not as quick as he had been in youth, though he was not anywhere near ready to join the elders yet. Someday he would, and that would be a fine day indeed, but it wouldn't be for years yet if he was lucky. He sighed softly as Brindleface sauntered up to him, regarding his meal with an angry gaze. He watched her coolly, not allowing himself to be riled up by her. Many toms in the Clan found her attractive, and they were not wrong, but when Iceflower still haunted his dreams, it was hard for him to move on. Not only that, but Brindleface's personality left something to be desired. He would admit that he did not know the molly too well, but he almost didn't want to.
She opened her mouth and her harsh, accusing, and demanding tones rolled into the air around them. The large tom lowered his ears a bit when he heard what she had came over for. His vole. How petty. There were at least two other voles on the freshkill pile, but she wanted this one because it was his. The older tom was not blind to Brindelface's feelings toward him. He had felt her gaze on his fur often enough to know that she found him attractive. This was nothing new to him. At the risk of sounding vain, Pinewhisker knew that he was an attractive tom. But he found himself wondering if he wasn't, perhaps, just a little too old for her. Yes, he only had a year on her, but he felt much older in his mind. He found himself rolling his eyes. "Why, yes, Brindleface I was planning on eating the whole vole myself. If you haven't noticed, I am a larger tom, so I likely require more food than you. However, if you are bent on eating this particular vole, I will give it to you." His eyes flashed a bit, making it obvious that the vole wasn't free. He would ask for something in return eventually.
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Post by BRINDLEFACE on May 28, 2014 14:35:33 GMT
B R I N D L E F A C E
'"why, yes, brindleface I was planning on eating the whole vole myself. If you haven't noticed, I am a larger tom, so I likely require more food than you. However, if you are bent on eating this particular vole, I will give it to you."
many cats didn't quite like the she-cat, they thought of her as rude, selfish or much more recently, mean. things that for all her life; the young feline had held close to her small heart, and for all her life had cherished every moment of it. she wasn't proper by lady standards, or by warrior standards, she was a different cat altogether, like male and female thrown together to make a hurricane of emotional distress that would tear at her very soul. for the feline before the fluffy grey tom had many wonders and woes that were warnings and off putting. for the tom before her, he had seen the long glances she had thought she carefully and sly covered, and for the tom there knew of her inner desires - but she did not wish to be consumed by them. she fought with every breath of her being, tossing those filthy emotions to the side - for attraction brought a weakness to her very inner being and she couldn't afford that. no I must be like auntie ravenstar, men are not worth my time. and she would rise her head a tad more to look down the other cat. with her nose scrunching up finely she spoke, voice rough. "fat I'd say. why not give it to our hungry elders, they surely need it more then a tom whose soon to join them."
it was no lie that brindleface as an apprentice had been sent so many times to the elder's den, had been there for reasons stretching as far as misbehaving in training, to claw marks on both her pelt and her mentors. she had been wild and unruly, a ruthless dishonorable apprentice who grew up to prove her ways should not have been thrown to the side. but for her, the she-cat held a soft spot for the cranky older cats of the clan - not only for their acceptance of her presence as an apprentice, but for the fact that they had welcomed her former apprentice, littlefoot, with open paws after her accident. that thought still tore at the young female before the fluffy tom and when her eyes flickered down to the vole before gesturing with her muzzle to the elder's den. ordering, bossy almost like she ruled the clan over his head - and yet she could feel her tail lashing in annoyance. she would rip the vole from him if she had to, and judging by the look on her face - it was quite possibly what she would want to do anyways. "but what does our, oh so great warrior want for such a pity piece of prey."
her meow was dibbed in sarcasm, her nose flared and she dark with anger, but she didn't move from her spot; she stood with her shoulders square - smaller then the larger tom in reality, but within her own mind she stood mountains taller then him. she always would in her head, towering over the larger cat - for it was not her fault she was smaller then some, nor was it her fault that she blended in and yet stood out among her fellow tortoiseshell felines. for she would get that vole, and she would take it by words or by force. then again, claws were always my way of dealing with it.
ooc: eek it's alright love ahaha. it was a lovely post ^.^ I hope this is alright. xD
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Post by PINEWHISKER on May 29, 2014 6:55:13 GMT
Perhaps if cats could raise their eyebrows, the older tom's would have shot up on his forehead. But as it was, cats did not have eyebrows, therefore the tom's ears merely pricked a bit, a flash annoyance crossing his face, but leaving as soon as it appeared. When he was younger, Brindleface would have gotten under his pelt, but now? He wouldn't allow it. She had sauntered over looking for a petty fight, looking to make him mad, and he was determined not to give her the satisfaction. He ran his eyes in mock appraisal over her body. "Tsk, tsk, Ms. Brindleface. I would say you might be suffering from a serious case of projection." He shook his head, looking slightly sad. "You see, I have always been a larger tom, perhaps some would call me fat, but I was born that way. You, well you used to be much thinner. Perhaps you should give the extra piece of freshkill you must be taking every night to our 'hungry elders' instead of hogging it all for yourself." His voice remained perfectly even throughout. Pinewhsiker was not one to let petty jabs at his appearance bother him, and perhaps Brindleface wasn't either, but it was worth a try. His words, about himself at least, were true. He had caused his mother some trouble in the birthing department because he had been born so large. It was in his nature to be a larger cat. "And if the elders were so very hungry, I would gladly go hungry tonight. As it stands, though, I am quite certain they have all eaten their fill. They are not shy about letting cats know when they need something. In fact, if they wanted this vole I'm sure they would come and take it." He shrugged, but once again his words were true. The elders were not helpless mewling kits, when they were uncomfortable the entire Clan knew.
The tom drew his tongue over his paw, washing some of the dirt from the day from between his toes and out from under his claws. He looked up at her at her next question, but he continued the cleaning of his paw before he responded. "Well, I don't really need anything right now. I'll be sure to let you know when I do, though." He smiled at her and pushed the vole forward with his newly cleaned paw.
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