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Post by danny__boy [[nirvanaXX on Apr 4, 2010 15:26:17 GMT -5
A still shape lied on the edge of the Still Pool, looking around the quiet camp. Ripplestep hissed softly, despising the silence that fell over that forsaken clearing. Claws unsheathed on one paw, she sat up and began to groom herself, making an attempt to smooth her fur. She hissed again as she realized that she was not alone. Unfortunately for the other cat, she was not in the best of moods. Not that Ripplestep ever was, but today was worse. The silence drove her to grow angry, if it was even possible for a feline like her to be any angrier at the world. She blinked and narrowed her eyes, wondering exactly who would be in camp at this time of day.
"Alright, I know you are there. I do not want to have to come for you," she growled, believing that it was most likely an apprentice. She looked in the direction of the scent, straining to see who was standing there. The creamy white tabby stood up and took a step forward, better able to distinguish the cat. It was not an apprentice, which was all she could tell. She sighed and relaxed, not noticeably, but still relaxed. She was worried that she would wind up with a headache.
”Who is it over there? Don’t worry; I am not going to claw you or anything.” Now Ripplestep was simply curious as to who was watching her. No anger or annoyance now that she could tell it was another warrior.
OOC___sorry 'bout the title...i suck at them lol
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Post by alkaryco on Apr 4, 2010 17:24:01 GMT -5
Hollyheart padded forward, her white markings stark against the dark interior. "Ripplestep," she greeted blandly, her eyes flicking to Ripplestep's unsheathed claws. Not that she minded, being battle-orientated at her best. Yet she couldn't help wondering what the white she-cat was doing alone here. "Disposing of a body?" she meowed, only half-joking. The Black Stream had been known to produce a long-lost cat with a wound on its throat or head... sometimes drowning victims, more often murders. And all dead-- a given, thank you very much, as DarkClan wasn't privy to keeping their prisoners in a stream! Of all things.
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Post by danny__boy [[nirvanaXX on Apr 4, 2010 18:04:59 GMT -5
Ripplestep nodded and meowed dryly "Hello Hollyheart." She tilted her head slightly and glanced back at the water. She could not recall ever having the need to dispose of a body, since most of the deaths that she had caused were not from her Clan, or any Clan at all. Mostly rogues. "Of course you have had to dispose of that mangy rogue that killed your mother. But that was an exception." Her pale green eyes glowed for a heartbeat before growing emotionless once again.
"I have not seen a body for several days. At least not in the stream, though there is the occassional corpse just outside our territory," she noted. The white tabby often left the territory for days at a time, which was caused by an obsession to hunt down and kill any rogue that was possibly going to enter the territory. They lived outside the warrior code, so it was not forbidden to kill them. Not in Ripplestep's mind at least.
"It just seems strange to think that the camp could be so...quiet. Then again, the silence is like the bodies. Sometimes it is unsuspected, other times it is the will of the spirits." That was somewhat true, even with the bodies being so common that the she-cat rarely noticed them. The she-cat flexed her claws before finally sheathing them, relieving her paws of the tension from the flexing. Yet, she could see that Hollyheart was wondering what Ripplestep was doing.
"I was simply resting in the shade. Nothing suspicious was happening. I would know." Yes, she thought, I would definately know.
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