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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Oct 25, 2009 17:51:38 GMT -5
With a nod, the tom started walking in the direction of the forest, where the trees would block out the wind and most of the moisture. Looking back, he answered, "When I need to clear my head. Why?" He was curious as to why she was so curious, unless she didn't want anybody to know that she had been out of her territory. Then again, these territories were free, and supposedly peaceful. There was no harm in it that he could see.
He slipped under a large bush, feeling the branches pull at his coat comfortably. It was an odd sensation to like, but he was an odd cat. Under here, it was dry and warm. He lay down, licking his paws to circulate warmth as he waited for Ratbite to follow if she wanted.
((Icky, no muse right there.))
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Post by me on Oct 26, 2009 15:56:38 GMT -5
The MireClan deputy fluffed her fur up again, uncomfortably, as she settled into the place she'd chosen beneath the large bush. A few of the bush's leaves appeared to have fallen off recently from the cold weather and were scattered across the ground, but a good number still remained and gave sufficient protection from the storm. She tucked her freezing paws against her belly and wrapped her tail tightly against her side.
Well, she wasn't about to go home through this bad weather, so it seemed that she was stuck here for the moment. At least she wasn't here alone -- they could pass the time by talking much better than one cat alone could sit and wait out the storm. "Just curious. I didn't used to come out here much, but recently I started coming more. More to think about..." she paused, searching for another subject. She didn't want to talk about when she had killed the GaleClan deputy, Flametail. "So. What's the deal with ThornClan's famous claws and teeth?" She was curious; the only time she had ever seen their claws and teeth... well, the claws and teeth had been moving too fast for her to get a good look, and they had been in a battle anyway.
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Oct 26, 2009 16:49:56 GMT -5
With a nod, Branchwhisker could agree with her that there were many more things to think about these days, even with the so-called "peace-making." Then another thought crossed him - this was the longest he had ever spent in the company of another cat, besides his parents as a kit. "The fangs. The claws...well...some say it's because Starclan favored us and gave us the weapons of the dog, an old-wives tale, but quite the mystery all the same..." he chuckled; a mysterious, almost evil chuckle. He didn't miss the change in subject the Mireclan deputy proposed, however. "They're nothing special, really. Just stronger. Just like your swimming is no different - just much more advanced." He unsheathed his claws, revealing the unusual long and curved history of his Clan.
"See?"
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Post by me on Oct 27, 2009 19:38:58 GMT -5
Ratbite chuckled, too; she was remembering her apprentice. StarClan, give them the weapons of the dog... that makes TWO clans. "Wow," she said, surveying his talons. "Interesting." On an impulse, she set her paw next to Branchwhisker's. Her unsheathed claws were not nearly as long as his, but the paw was larger, better suited for swimming.
Suddenly she remembered something, and took a few steps away. Though they were outside their territories, and their clans weren't hostile towards each other at the moment, there could very well be a war between MireClan and ThornClan sometime in the future. And if so, what would MireClan do, if their deputy -- or perhaps even the leader, by then -- was friendly with a ThornClan cat?
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Oct 27, 2009 20:08:24 GMT -5
As he looked at the differences in their paws, it brought more light into the subject that each clan had it's advantages and disadvantages. As she made a quick movement and backed away, he hissed lowly and turned sharply, expecting her to pounce, but once he realized she wasn't, the fur on his back lowered and his hissing ceased. He coughed lightly, then readjusted himself back to how he was, comfortable, his tail lashing around before it curled next to him. "Sorry 'bout that - reflexes." he said emotionlessly, sheathing his claws and resting his head on his paws.
((Whoo! 80 posts!))
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Post by me on Oct 28, 2009 18:34:02 GMT -5
((Congrats! ^^))
Startled by the hissing sound and the ruffled fur, Ratbite crouched and hissed back, raising her own hackles. But when the other cat spoke she realized her mistake and quickly stepped back, sitting up. "... me too," she muttered uncomfortably.
Well, there was one good thing about the confrontation -- it had certainly put some distance between them and ended the conversation, made them remember that they were from enemy clans. Or at least, she hoped that it had.
Yet she still liked this cat. He was entertaining to talk to, and didn't shun her for killing Flametail like all the cats in her clan did. Although maybe that was because he hadn't heard of that incident yet. But whatever the reason was, she still enjoyed Branchwhisker's company more than that of any cat in MireClan, besides maybe her apprentice, Wildpaw.
Searching for a way to get the conversation going again, she said, "What do you think of BreezeClan's return? Think the 'clan' will manage to hold together?" It was one of the most popular topics in conversation, she had noticed a few days ago, and she was curious as to the ThornClan cat's opinion on it.
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Oct 29, 2009 18:13:32 GMT -5
The topic he had tried to avoid. Her realized that it would have to come up sometime, even though he wasn't sure what he thought about it. It was odd, or so he thought, that rogues would band together to make a clan. Even so, he guessed that since he had been talking to Ratbite for so long, a first for him for the longest time, she should know his concerns, even if she was of a different clan.
Taking a small sigh, he said, "I don't. I know peace is wanted and been foretold, but I'm confused on why a band of rogues would want to become a Clan. They were rogues for a reason." It was a shortened version of what he felt, even though in his head there were many more points that would add confusion, but he was sure the Mireclan deputy didn't need or want to hear them.
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Post by me on Nov 2, 2009 1:00:59 GMT -5
Ratbite nibbled on one of her hind claws, stripping the outer layer off, while she considered Branchwhisker's comment. "I'm not so sure. Probably some of them will get annoyed with following orders and hunting for other cats and leave, but some of them lived in a group with Ravenpaw's cousin Iceclaw before they came here, and I think he was sort of the unofficial leader. So they're not entirely unused to living near other cats. Besides, Ravenpaw is very determined to re-form BreezeClan. They will definitely have some trouble though..."
She fell silent for a short time, finishing her hind claws. Then she spoke again. "Ravenpaw was my apprentice, did you know that?" She remembered the other cat fondly. She had been a good apprentice, very eager to learn, although she hadn't really had the right characteristics for navigating MireClan's territory. Too small paws for swimming, and better at running quickly than at learning camouflage.
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Nov 2, 2009 21:21:10 GMT -5
He felt the silence as it fell upon them, and it was quite an eerie feeling. Of course he was used to it. "No I didn't; I don't know much!" He replied with a smirk. He wondered if he would ever get an apprentice, he knew that he was a brand new warrior, so even if he did, the wait would be long. But he didn't get along well with other cats, especially the little ones.
The attention had shifted away from the Breezeclan topic, which he was glad for. Although, now it was her turn to explain. "Was that what you came out here for? To remember Ravenpaw and how he is now running Breezeclan?" He figured it was plausible, but something told him that wasn't the case.
((Brain fart xD))
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Post by me on Nov 3, 2009 17:20:25 GMT -5
The MireClan deputy smirked back at him, amused. You're getting too friendly with this cat from a different clan, something murmured to her, again, but she ignored it. She was already in disgrace, anyway, and didn't much care what the rest of MireClan would think if they found out.
"No." She twitched her whiskers at the question, surprised. It seemed a very odd thing to think, although she could see how he would find it plausible. "I come here to think on life, death, StarClan, and the nature of the warrior code," she said wryly. Flametail.
The rain seemed to have stopped; the only sound of drops falling now was that of water dripping off the pine trees and onto small puddles forming beneath them. Ratbite got up and poked her head out from under the bush, taking a deep breath of air through her open mouth. She could taste the rain and the mist. It had probably washed away the smell of dog that lay along the trail back to MireClan, that was good. Suddenly she felt thirsty.
"I'm going to go get a drink," she said to Branchwhisker, leaving the shelter of the bush entirely and fluffing up her fur as some small protection against the cold.
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Nov 3, 2009 19:08:30 GMT -5
His ears pricked as he listened to the deputy, then again as he noticed the end of the rain, and how the echo of the drops hitting the bush no longer existed. Branchwhisker simply nodded when she went up to get a drink, and he too crawled out from underneath the shelter. He sat beside it as his nose was tickled by the mist. If all the smells had not just been washed away, he would think it a great time to go for a hunt. However it had, so it wasn't.
"I should probably go back and check in with my Clan," he mumbled to himself, after not being in his own Clan camp for many hours, although he was quite certain he wasn't missed. He was also sure no one had even noticed his dissapearence.
'Oh well,' he thought, 'the others can do something; get them off their lazy rumps for a change.' His ears flicked in annoyance at the thought as he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze towards the ground. If it wasn't a tinge of loyalty that kept him in his Clan, he was sure that he would be one of the loners or rogues by now. Or maybe it was that he was waiting for a chance to prove himself to the Clan? It seemed most reasonable.
After all, he had been nothing for as long as he can remember. Even to his parents, he had been nothing but a mistake. So, the urge to prove he was something more was always on his brain, even when he denied it. His no-care, jerk-off attitude was a tribute of his that he was actually quite fond of. After all, it got him the solitude he wanted.
Then again, if it did the trick, why was he ought and about talking to a Mireclan Deputy!? The thought made no sense, but he figured nothing really did anymore. Only once and a while did he actually understand things. Or, more like, care to understand. Many thoughts came filtering through his small feline brain - most of them going in one ear and out the other - but many also stayed behind to linger.
It was amazing the troubles a small, four-legged creature could contemplate.
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Post by me on Nov 4, 2009 18:59:02 GMT -5
The MireClan deputy had just finished drinking when she heard what her companion said. "I should probably be getting back, too," she said reluctantly. She had had an interesting time, but it was past Sunhigh and she would need to be there to organize the patrols. That, and... "besides, if I'm not back soon, they might think you've killed me and send out a battle patrol or something drastic like that," she joked.
But it was a realistic scenario. Wildpaw had gotten back to the camp by now, and that meant that the news would be there that she had been left behind with an enemy cat. She should be heading back to camp.
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Post by ( x Dint x ) on Nov 5, 2009 19:33:51 GMT -5
The Thornclan warrior smirked at her words. "I'm sure they are especially worried, considering which cat you're with," he flicked his tail and chuckled slightly. He knew he had quite a bad reputation in all of the Clans, so if Mireclan knew their deputy was in his presence, a battle patrol would have more than likely already been called. Dipping his head in a half-respecting gesture of the higher-ranked she-cat, he stood and turned in the direction of Thornclan; "Hope your troubles sort themselves out," he called back.
As well as he hoped his own uneasiness would surpass. Branchwhisker told himself to simply not dwell, as he slowly set one paw in front of the other, taking as much time as he wanted to get back to the camp. He wasn't looking forward to the greeting party.
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