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Post by cedarstorm on Apr 3, 2010 19:45:50 GMT -5
(Moonz, your Clan is RainClan. XD)
"Now, are you going to fight honorably, one on one, or are you going to be pitiful, and let all your friends die by my paws?!"
Thistle glared at the she-cat. "Friends? I don't even know him," she snapped. She turned to the other cat who the tom had been speaking to too. She stared at him.
"Nightling?" she hissed.
Nightling stood up and padded over to Thistle.
"Hello, sister."
Thistle widened her eyes. "Did- how- but- you live here?" she spluttered.
Nightling nodded. "In that dead monster," He gestured toward the ruined monster, its head crushed and a gaping hole near its rear end. The eyes were slashed out mercilessly by something big, and scars scored down its side.
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Post by ::Key::Lime/\RainyC:: on Apr 4, 2010 18:06:36 GMT -5
Talon hissed. "Honorable cat? I'm nowhere near an honorable cat puss." He turned but growled over his shoulder "We don't have your precious cat anyway." He turned and bounded off into the amber glaze of the junkyard. He ran for a while then slowed down. The brown tom looked at his green collar, it was worn and dirty. He had had enough of being called a kittypet. This time the collar was coming off. He grasped it with his long yellow teeth and pulled. it was strapped tight and would not come off. Talon unsheathed his claws and tried to scratch it off. The green piece of cloth was wrapped tightly around and Talon was getting angry.
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Post by cedarstorm on Apr 17, 2010 8:21:58 GMT -5
Thistle watched the tom leave, still tugging at his collar, through narrowed eyes. She turned to the she-cat. The cat smelled of fish, stinking up the already stinking junk yard. She had odd patterns, black with a white head and blue eyes and white spots. Thistle knew that sometimes a cat, a Clan cat, might wander into her territory and get their nose slashed, but this cat had delibritly (sp?) padded in here, accusing the tom of murder. Most of them smelled of fish. Thistle growled at the she-cat.
"Get out," she warned.
Nightling personaly didn't care about the Clan cats, but would defend them if someone got a little out of hand.
"Thistle! She didn't know who killed her warrior!" he meowed. "Don't hurt her!"
Thistle shot Nightling a look of pure disgust.
"How 'bout you shut your trap!" she scolded bowling him over.
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Post by moonshade on Apr 21, 2010 22:41:50 GMT -5
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'thoughts.'
"speech."
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[/color]. Moonstar scrunched her nose against the stench that radiated from the rogues, stifling a chuckle when she thought about how bad they must think she smelled. Most cats didn't enjoy the smell of fish, which she and her clan normally feasted on. Her chrystal eyes glared at the male tom who had tried to engage her in battle. She ignored his words in which he spat, they meant nothing to her. She had figured that the tom would have no idea where Reedwhisker was, but these cats were dangerously close to her territory. She sniffed at the she-cat who so kindly ordered her off the territory. She wanted to claw that look off her face. She grinned when the other one tried to defend her. "Hey, don't worry about her hurting me, i can hold my own. I may not be the strongest, but there is a reason a became leader."[/color] Her eyes glinted. She could keep her cool, she was some-what intelligent, and her sleek body moved like water, fluidly. She didnt need too much strength, because she had strength in her movements. She looked at the quarreling cats in unintrest. As much as she would like to claw that she-cats fur, they had a point. This was not her territory to defend. Plus, she liked being the peace-keeper. "Well, i have a clan to take care of. Plus, this is your land, not mine. True it is none of business to tred here,"[/color] She gave a sly smile, "You two watch yourselves. Much as you want to ignore it, clan cats arent stupid, and they are strong. You are not protected by our warrior code. If you guys cause more trouble, i may have to send my clan on you, and i would rather not."[/color] With that, Moonstar turned tail and bounded toward camp, the realization of how serious this was. Her warrior was dead. Then she remembered the scent of one rougue, headed for Cloudclan. "SHIT!"[/color]
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Post by cedarstorm on Apr 22, 2010 8:31:36 GMT -5
(cats can swear?)
The she-cat swore loudly as she padded away. Thistle glanced up long enough to watch her leave, then went back to biting Nightling's ear. "Don't try and stop her," She hissed as Nightling started to struggle, looking helplessly at the she-cat. Nightling stared up at Thistle.
"I was not gonna try to stop her," he spat, "Now let me go before I claw your ears off,"
Thistle grunted as Nightling shoved her off, kicking her hard in the stomach. She shook her head and glared at Nightling.
"Fine," she hissed. "leave."
Nightling narrowed his eyes and started padding away, tail raised.
Thistle growled to herself and walked in the other direction. She dissapeared behind a stack of twoleg monsters' paws.
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