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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 30, 2007 12:08:49 GMT -5
Firespark, as Spark-kit was renamed, had learned very little so far. She now lived in the twoleg place. Firespark sniffed the ShadowClan and ThunderClan border, which she totally ignored and ignorantly walked on either sides. She then spotted a shrew in the underrush on ShadowClan territory. She was a poor hunter, having been only a few moons old, But was able to drag it down, but blood was dragged everywhere. She bluntly ignored it and checked to make sure no cats arrived.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 13:57:12 GMT -5
"Firespark!" The rough voice of the young cat's mentor and caretaker rang true. Chittervoice's shredded tail dragged on the ground as he approached the young cat. He glanced at the prey and shook his head disapprovingly, but said nothing. He did not want the young cat so close to her old home. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Dec 31, 2007 17:36:37 GMT -5
(lol, Firespark.) Firespark jumped at her mentors voice then in her own rough impression of Chittervoice she mewed. "I was stealing the prey from RiverClan and ShadowClan, because you see I have a brilliant plan!"
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 19:06:32 GMT -5
Chittervoice tilted his head. "Which would be what?" The tabby wanted to hurry here, lest he miss his son on WindClan territory. If Firespark, however, actually had a plan, he wanted to hear it out though.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Dec 31, 2007 22:35:35 GMT -5
The long-haired rouge just twitched her whiskers. She had been watching Chittervoice for awhile now. He seemed to cause trouble wherever he went. The thing that had perked her interest was the kit that now traveled with him. She quietly stalked up behind him with no sound giving away her coming. Her scent was barely lingered in the air like a phantom. She brushed her tail against the tom's side.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 22:40:46 GMT -5
Chittervoice turned around quickly, fangs bared. Quickly, he evaluated the new cat. She carried no ShadowClan scent, so she wasn't hear to defend her territory. There was no Clan scent on her at all. A rouge or a loner, he decided. "Do you always sneak up on cats like that?" he asked.
A small shadow lingered nearby, hidden. It's eyes gleamed.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Dec 31, 2007 23:08:14 GMT -5
Her pelt bristled for a quick second, but then layed flat as Chittervoice spoke. The words he spoke had no real question. She had always been sneaky. She sat down and then pointed her tail at Firespark as if asking a question. No words would be spoken from her tongue-at least not now. They were not needed and hopefully never would be.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 23:11:32 GMT -5
Chittervoice shrugged. "Firespark," he told her, keeping information sparse. He could small someone nearby, a familiar scent. So, his son had sought him out after all. He's known he would. "Come out."
Slowly, a tomcat not of the native land slunk out from the bushes. The medicine cat apprentice's eyes darted around warily as he looked at his father, then Firespark, then the stranger.
(Know who it is now?)
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Dec 31, 2007 23:21:40 GMT -5
(I hate mellow! Bring it on! *puts fists up* xD)
The she-cat turned to the cat that had been watching them. She had known another was there for she had sensed it, but her voice could not and would not be spoken. She learned that the kit was named Firespark. It sounded like a warrior name. Her whiskers spread back against her face like she was about to hiss, but no sound came out. She wouldn't even hiss. She would never make another sound after the night of her warrior ceremony.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 23:29:24 GMT -5
Chittervoice glared at the silent newcomer. He hated quiet cats. "Now, I'm sure you won't mind leaving?"
"Hey, stop!" Mellowpaw ran up to the rouge she-cat. "Have you seen a gray tabby she-cat? Really pretty eyes? Her names Luna, she's WindClan!"
The older tom glared at his son. Such a vile weakness, but he did not protest.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Dec 31, 2007 23:38:05 GMT -5
Her 'hissing' stopped and she wasn't about to leave. The newcomer ran up to her asking questions about a she-cat named Luna. The she-cat nodded. She had seen a silver cat-like herself- walking about exiting Windclan territory. It had been dark at night. It was time for her voice to be used once more. She sighed for a quick second then spoke. "I saw a cat exit Windclan territory a night or two ago. She seemed to be heading off to a great distance. I followed her some, but stopped after I grew weary. She was going farther than any of the four clans' territory." Then her soft, but raspy voice stopped.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Dec 31, 2007 23:53:49 GMT -5
"Which way did she-"
Chittervoice hit his son, hard. "Hush Mellowpaw," he demanded. "That cat is gone." He glared at the rouge, disliking her immensely for making his job harder. "As should this cat."
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 0:01:37 GMT -5
The silver tabby wiggled her whiskers giving her a finicky look. She flicked her tail with anger after she saw Chittervoice hit Mellowpaw- though she didn't know his name. She sat back down and curled her tail neatly around her. She wasn't budging and her voice-for now- wasn't needed.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 1, 2008 11:18:43 GMT -5
Firespark fluffed out her fur. "Well, since I still have ShadowClan scent on me, I could hunt on RiverClan territory so they think ShadowClan is stealing it. Then ShadowClan will denie it, and a big fight will erupt." Firespark quietly for only Chittervoice could hear. She glared at all cats she could see.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 18:19:28 GMT -5
Chittervoice purred silent approval to Firespark, a deadly gleam filling his eyes. "There are many pawsteps to starting a seven-Clan war," he told her. "You're thinking well," he praised. "Now, Mellowpaw, you must play your part. Do not tell Whisperlight any of-"
"Whisperlight?" Mellowpaw thingyed his head.
"Whisperstar! Whatever they call that mouse-stepping coward!" He watched his son, not shrink back this time, but nod. Very good. Very good. "Keep your silence and speak only what you are told to speak, and you will go far. Perhaps far enough to find Luna."
Mellowpaw's eyes sparkled for a moment, then he turned to the quiet she-cat. "Who're you?"
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