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Post by wolflover1458 on Oct 26, 2009 17:09:26 GMT -5
Silentpaw would have growled, but it wouldn't have sounded right, so she charged after Wildpaw instead. The puppy got ahead of her pretty quickly, which was annoying, seriously. So when she saw Wildpaw getting back up from tripping, she wasn't thinking sympathy, she never did anyway. Silentpaw almost smashed into Wildpaw but managed to jump away and just poke her gently. She bounded a safe distance away, looked around to see if anyone else was around, then lept away again. It didn't come to her to care if something was wrong, she just wasn't like that. Maybe that was a bad thing, maybe it wasn't. Silentpaw wasn't going to worry about that. She was having the first fun she had ever had in her life.
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Post by me on Oct 27, 2009 19:39:16 GMT -5
She scrambled to her feet and barked happily, then took off after the cat again. But in her excitement, Wildpaw overshot the trail and ended up charging off in the wrong direction. She had gone several fox-lengths before she realized her mistake and circled back, sniffing the ground for the trail, keeping a close watch on it this time, although she tried to go quickly. If the cat managed to make it to a river and swim along it for a while, it would be almost impossible to pick up the trail again. Or if she climbed a tree, and then went from branch to branch -- Wildpaw was terrible at climbing, and would never be able to tag her or follow the trail between the tree branches to see where her quarry got down again.
So she hurried along, keeping her nose to the ground, yellow-green-brown eyes raking the undergrowth for any sign of her playmate.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Oct 27, 2009 19:45:56 GMT -5
Silentpaw had gotten quite a ways before she wondered where Wildpaw was. Annoyed that the dog might have forgotten, she turned back and thought she saw a figure that must be Wildpaw, following her. Pleased that she was ahead, Silentpaw headed purposefully out. She wanted to find a good place to hide, so Wildpaw couldn't get her. She stopped upon coming to one of the ponds in the territory, and touched the water carefully with a paw. It was cold. Hesitant to go in it, Silentpaw started to go around it, but her paw got caught in muck. Very annoyed now, Silentpaw raced the other way around the pond, then turned to look for Wildpaw before poking at a tree branch. It wiggled and made a splashing noise. Silentpaw stepped back, looked around, then stepped forward again. She needed to make a decision now.
Annoyed as she was with the thought, Silentpaw took a deep breath went right into the pond, trying to not make any sound. She swam to the other side quick as she could, ignoring the feel of cold that went right through her fur, then came out on the other side, shook herself, then bounded away for a place to hide. She was quite pleased with being clever enough to go somewhere that Wildpaw could trail her scent through, even if she was wet right now.
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Post by me on Oct 28, 2009 18:45:10 GMT -5
Racing along the trail now, Wildpaw didn't notice the pond ahead until she was in it up to her ankles. She hurriedly backtracked, feeling the silty mud shift and slide beneath her paws. But there was no time to clean it off now -- her prey could be getting away farther into the forest this very moment. The puppy glanced from side to side, but saw nothing but shadowy, quiet trees, covered in moss and fungus and slime and other disgusting things.
The cat had certainly gone into the water, that much was certain. Her path had led straight into it. But where had she come out again? She couldn't have backtracked along her original trail; Wildpaw would have noticed the change in scent. And if she had walked along the shallows, well... she must have left the shallows at some point, because Wildpaw could see the whole pond from where she stood and there was no cat standing in the shallows.
The little German Shepherd puppy came to a conclusion and set off, trotting along the edge of the pond with her nose to the ground. The scent would be faint and watery, but with her sharp nose? Hah! She would find it.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Oct 28, 2009 19:02:20 GMT -5
Silentpaw was less than pleased that Wildpaw was following her scent already, though she still found the picture of the dog getting wet amusing. She didn't to be caught hiding, she wanted to be caught running, even if Wildpaw could catch her the moment she bounded away. A snap behind her caught her attention. Silentpaw turned around, it wasn't anything big, just a mouse. She lept at it, but of course it got away, for she had no idea how to hunt. A bit annoyed by this, she decided to leave her hiding place, crouching low to the ground in the hopes Wildpaw wouldn't see her then. Silentpaw might have tried climbing up a tree, but she wouldn't have been able to get back down. She found her path ahead was full of mud and other nasty, gooey things. Annoyed, Silentpaw didn't want to consider going across it. Not that she cared what her pelt looked like, but it would take forever to get it white again.
Then again, it would be easier to spot a white pelt. Silentpaw grimaced, then lunged right into it, trying to walk across the gooey stuff before Wildpaw caught up to her. By the time she was halfway through, the bottom half of her was oozing the stuff. She clambered out of it, shook herself off, then looked around and gave up. There was no where over here to hide. Why had she gone through it. This was frustrating, and now she was a complete mess. Definitely annoyed at this point, Silentpaw wasn't about to give up anyway. Everything other than her head was barely white anymore. She looked around, then decided to just go forward some more. She shook herself off again, then set off forward quickly.
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Post by me on Nov 2, 2009 0:51:08 GMT -5
It took Wildpaw a long time to pick up the scent trail of the cat, longer than she'd expected. She had had to go almost entirely around the pond before she found it. And even then, it was fainter than she had expected, because the cat seemed to be heading into wetter and wetter territory, and she couldn't risk going faster -- she might lose the trail.
Abruptly she pulled up and advanced more cautiously when she smelled even damper ground ahead. Oh. Gross.
It was a full-out swamp, that appeared to have never dried out for the last five hundred years or something. It stunk. It was full of rotten things, slimy mud, and other similar things.
And the cat's trail led right to the edge of it. Had... had the cat actually gone... into it? Ew!
Well, whatever the situation, Wildpaw would not go in there. She sat down and nibbled at an inch on her tail while she considered what to do next. Finally coming to a conclusion, she scanned the forest one last time before barking, "Play end. Cat leader. Go home?" By which she meant, of course, the game was over and the cat had won, and she wanted to go home now. Her knowledge of cat language was really very limited.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Nov 2, 2009 18:29:53 GMT -5
Was Wildpaw giving up? Was she hearing that? Silentpaw decided she could agree to that, but she would also be holding Wildpaw to that, and if she did anything, Silentpaw wasn't going to go along with it at all. Not one bit. She picked her way back through the swamp over to Wildpaw, thinking about shaking herself off again. She needed to get it back before they got back to camp, or someone would ask where she had gone, etc. Then they would assume she had had fun, which she never planned on doing. Ever. Not with anyone knowing, anyway. The only problem was that she couldn't explain this to Wildpaw. That was just annoying. She had to resign herself to that though.
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Post by me on Nov 3, 2009 16:40:05 GMT -5
Wildpaw barked in excitement as the cat came into her view, and dashed over to her as soon as she set foot on the ground. She tossed her head playfully and touched the cat on the side with the tip of her nose very lightly, joking, as if to say: "I caught you!"
But she knew that wasn't the case. The cat had won, and that was that. So she lowered her head and ears briefly to the cat, and then trotted back in the direction they had come, went in a circle with her nose to the ground, then continued along the trail she had found. She could lead them back to the camp.
Suddenly she heard wolves howling in the distance, in the mountains to the north most likely, a whole pack by the sound of it. The puppy stopped in her tracks and turned around, looked up, ears pricked and head cocked to the side. If the cat leader was here, he should howl back, to tell them that this was his territory. But he wasn't here. And the weird cat probably couldn't howl -- she couldn't even talk.
So the German Shepherd puppy barked a few high-pitched, sharp, angry puppy barks that went into a loud howl, warning them to stay away. Admittedly, it wasn't nearly as impressive as the howls of the wolf pack, but they should get the message.
The sounds of the wolf pack abruptly stopped for a second, and then started up again just as they had been before. They probably didn't think a puppy was much of a threat. Well, she wasn't, but if they came down here, they would find a whole clan of warrior cats to deal with.
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Post by wolflover1458 on Nov 3, 2009 17:22:19 GMT -5
Silentpaw ignored the brush on her fur Wildpaw gave her. She watched with interest as Wildpaw barked at the wolves, finding it quite amusing. There was no way a puppy was going to scare off a bunch of wolves who would have to be even bigger than her. Those wolves should know this was their land though, and if they did come down here, she would be ready for them, with as little as she did know.
She wasn't about to stop for something as silly as wolves. Silentpaw set off on her own. If Wildpaw wanted to stay behind and bark at wolves, that was fine. She tried to get the muck off of her pelt at the same time that she set off. It slowed her down a lot, but she didn't mind to much at all.
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Post by me on Nov 3, 2009 22:18:37 GMT -5
Done with barking at wolves, the puppy turned around and trotted after her friend. She had had a lot of fun today so far, with her training session with her mentor and then playing with the cat. Although she was disappointed that the training session had been cut short in the middle -- maybe tomorrow she would be able to learn some more. But... oh well, there is always tomorrow. And maybe when Ratbite came home, there would be time for a short bit of training before bedtime.
((Is it all right if we end the thread here? I think I'm going to have to temporarily play some of the main characters for the plot, and I'd like to quit a few of my threads so I can concentrate more on the plot line))
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Post by wolflover1458 on Nov 4, 2009 17:27:17 GMT -5
((Sure))
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