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Post by me on Oct 15, 2009 22:27:13 GMT -5
Black fur shimmered with blue highlights and her tail seemed to be on fire; then both extinguished themselves, as she rapidly crouched and ducked into a shadow, putting a tree between herself and the other... cat. Was it even a cat? It was too big, and it had an odd shape about its face and limbs, and an odd, blotchy pattern swirled dark across its golden pelt. And with its face twisted into that fierce snarl and its eyes narrowed to slits, it looked even more frightening.
"I'm looking for GaleClan. If this is not their territory, I will leave." She meowed warily, eyeing it in an unfriendly manner. "I'm not here to steal prey, or to take territory from you, I'm looking for my sister -- Flametail -- she's the deputy." It could very well be from GaleClan (it definitely smelled like it, from what she remembered of their scent), she supposed, though if that was true, it would have had to have joined within the last several months. It couldn't be clanborn. She would have recognized a clanborn cat immediately.
The feline added this last with a touch of pride. "But then, if you belong to any of the clans, you probably know that by now," she said in a more friendly tone. It would do no good to aggravate this cat further: it was always better to be on good terms with other cats than bickering with them.
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Post by Goldenleaf on Oct 20, 2009 18:30:56 GMT -5
The cat she was looking at was of the most unusual colors. It almost made her want to laugh. Almost. Instead, she immediately calmed, the wild and exotic beauty coming back to her defined features. This cat was a mere kitten compared to her! However, this cat did look somewhat familiar... The ocelot's gold and black fur was lying flat on her back now and her ocher optics were warm and curious, not flaming and sinister. She stood there for a moment, studying this unknown feline and then sniffed. She was foreign, most definitely. Goldenleaf's soft vocals chimed, "Galeclan... Well, you're here I assure you! I'm Goldenleaf- warrior of Galeclan." She gave a small incline of her head despite the fact that she had almost introduced herself as Gold...again.
Thinking about what else this kitty said made Goldenleaf slightly sorrowful. She approached the other with confident, stealthy strides. "I'm afraid that your sister is rather... Her spirit rose into the sky to join Starclan." It was why this cat had seemed so familiar to her. She had never personally met the late deputy, but Flametail had been described to her many times by those that had known and missed her. And looking at this rogue female, there was no doubt in her mind that they were sisters. "I feel sad to put it so bluntly.....Mousedung." She sighed after she cursed under her breath. She wasn't exactly all about the niceness towards these housecats, but still, there was still a great part of her that was somewhat decent and not indifferent.
She came to stand in front of the crouched apprentice-aged femme. "Why are you here...? Or was the reason simply being your sister?" She needed to know so she could, well, of course do things as need be. Take her to camp, get critisized for letting a rogue in, more criticism, and maybe a lashing....just on her agenda. How lovely.
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Post by me on Oct 21, 2009 13:58:50 GMT -5
Molten gasped, her icy blue eyes wide and round with shock; her tail fluffed up, her hackles went up, and her claws unsheathed. "Flametail... dead? She's dead? Oh no!" she cried.
She hadn't really known her sister that well, but on the few encounters she had had with her, she had found her to be quite a likable cat, usually guarded but open to friendships and generally fun to hang out with. Molten felt a deep sadness that she had not been able to get to know her better, and she crouched down, huddling almost into a ball. She didn't even move away when the other cat came over.
At the question, however, she looked up, momentarily startled out of her shock, though not her grief. "I... I had heard..." she was having trouble remembering anything she had heard, at the moment. But the words seemed to seep down through her consciousness, and something clicked in her mind. "GaleClan was having trouble... not enough cats... attacks from other clans... I thought I could come help, for a few moons..." she murmured.
And her father and her sisters, what would they think when they heard the news she had to tell them? Molten felt almost guilty that she would not be rushing back to find them and give them the sad news, but if GaleClan was having trouble, it needed help now. She could tell them later.
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Post by Goldenleaf on Oct 23, 2009 11:30:58 GMT -5
Heaving a slow sigh, the wild cat sat down in front of smaller rogue. The feeling of nonchalant dislike that had existed beforehand was somewhat fading; however, it was not totally vanished which made trying to comfort the rogue nigh impossible because of the awkwardness. Goldenleaf's molten gold eyes burned, something they always did. She looked up towards the branches of a tree, and then put back down her head. Her melodic voice sounded in the air again. "Whatever your name is, I can see that you had well intentions. Please don't take this offensively; but I don't really think you could have done much anyways if you had wished to take me down."
There was a good-natured, humorous spark in her eye. Her black and golden tail flickered like a whip by her side. "But the point being, I'm sorry about what happened to Flametail. I didn't know her, but I'm sure, for all the good things I've heard about her, that she was worth missing and a great deputy. As it is, I've only joined Galeclan in the last few moons...and I still don't fit in." Aye, that last little bit of speech was a bitter growl. Goldenleaf hastily put her temper to the side. "We are, yes, a bit low on other..." She paused to think what to call the creatures she had so scathingly called housecats all her life, "others. Warriors, apprentices... I guess that was why they let me become a warrior of Galeclan."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I suspect you're clanborn. I do know Flametail was." Goldenleaf effortlessly got up and shook off some of the still damp fur. "That means cats can't really compain, especially if you're trying to help them, ay?" At this, the pretty ocelot threw Molten a mischevious grin. "Come with me. I'll take you to camp...uh....?" She still didn't know what to call this strangely painted houseca- cat. (Ah, she was still trying to correct that nasty habit.)
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Post by me on Oct 23, 2009 18:22:53 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Molten said, sadly, half her mind still on Flametail. "You would win, no doubt about that, but I'm a pretty good fighter," she said.
At the cat's words she looked up, distracted. So, she had been right! This strange cat had not been born in GaleClan -- she was an outsider. Molten wondered vaguely where she had come from, but didn't have the energy to ask. Likewise, she didn't respond to the next statement. She had been 99% sure that GaleClan was having trouble, anyway, and to hear confirmation of that last 1% was, in her mind, not important enough at the moment to warrant an answer from her, especially not right now, when she was still so shocked.
Well, she certainly hoped that GaleClan would accept her, and she did have most of the circumstances in her favor, so she wasn't going to worry about that right now. After all, she had been to visit a few times, and everyone knew that she was clanborn. Besides, it wasn't like they could turn away any extra help, was it?
Wordlessly she got up and began to move her paws in the accustomed rhythm. This foot, this foot, this foot, this foot. Suddenly the other cat was talking again... "Molten. My name is Molten. What was your name again? I think you told me, but I can't quite... remember..."
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Post by Goldenleaf on Oct 31, 2009 13:37:55 GMT -5
With Molten at her side, she began to speed up on her gait. Hearing the tri-colored cat's words, she replied, "Oh! Molten...what a name. My name is Gold-enleaf." She almost forgot the rest of her name. Again. But it was hard. She had lived most of her life as Gold, the ocelot that killed other cats. (Lovely title, is it not?) Ah, well, she was getting better. "If anyone asks, just tell them you're wanting to join the clan. Otherwise, they will probably try to attack you and I don't think you'd want that. But you're right. You've lived thus far, which means you're a good fighter. Got to be." Goldenleaf offered her acquaintance an attentive smile.
She turned to look forward and that's when she stopped. Someone, another Galeclan cat was making their way to them. She smelled the air, her hot pink nose rising into the air. "Oh, how nice. You're about to meet someone."
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Post by me on Nov 2, 2009 1:21:02 GMT -5
"Well, they may not attack me. They would probably recognize me... I do look a lot like Flametail, and the coloring is uncommon enough..." she twitched her ears forward when she heard something up ahead. "Another cat?"
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The blue dye in his fur was wearing off; there was barely a few traces of it left on his snow-white fur, around his front paws and face. And there probably wouldn't be any blue things to color it again, this far into the beginning of winter. So green things would have to do.
He had headed out of camp and gone in no particular direction, and suddenly he heard cats ahead. One sounded like Goldenleaf, and the other was unfamiliar. He trotted towards them, his ears pricked up with curiosity, narrowing his light red eyes against the sun whenever it peeked through branches. And then he came into their field of vision.
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