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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 1, 2008 18:52:53 GMT -5
"Seven clan? I thought there were only four in the forest." Firepsark mewed, slightly confused but happy she was praised.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 20:19:55 GMT -5
"Not every cat lives in the forest," Chittervoice hissed. "And its that kind of narrow-minded thinking that will bring all of those here to beg for mercy, only to find none. The cats here and greedy and selfish Firespark, you know that."
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 20:42:50 GMT -5
The tabby just shook her head as Mellowpaw asked for her name. She wouldn't speak and nams weren't needed to be exchanged. Then her gaze shifted to Chittervoice and Firespark. A seven-clan war? They had no idea what they were getting into apparantly. The she-cat was angered by the fact they all were ready to start a war. A war not needed. This kit was thinking she was doing right. Suddenly, she lifted her paw-sheathed- and whacked Firespark in the back of the head. Hard.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 1, 2008 20:58:04 GMT -5
"Oh." Firespark nodded to Chittervoice. Then when she felt paw strick her head she lept around. She knew it was the silent cat, so she turned around once more and kicked her in the face with her hind paws. She hissed at the cat then turned to face her.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 21:07:20 GMT -5
The kit was still, well, a kit. She was small compared to a warrior so it wouldn't take much movement to dodge the little kick. She jerked her head a little to the opposite side and the kick easily missed. For a quick second she laughed. Firespark had a little...spark in her step. The long-haired she-cat looked as the kit turned to face her. Now she really wanted to laugh.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 1, 2008 21:12:46 GMT -5
Firespark sniffed then bared her teeth and clawed and pounced CLinging to Phantom chest, diping her claws in and out, she had her teeth wrapped around the throught.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 21:34:42 GMT -5
Chittervoice watched silently, his eyes critiquing every move his pawn made. Every missed opportunity made him re-evaluate her training. At the same time, he estimated the rouge's strength, Her fighting style spoke of either RiverClan or ThunderClan heritage. Her pelt made it ThunderClan.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 21:38:12 GMT -5
The tabby just shook her head as Firespark 'attacked' her. She was a full-grown warrior being leapt at by a kit-barely bigger than a rat and, apprantly, stupider than one too. The kit pounced at her thinking she was a mighty warrior. All the long-haired she-cat did was whack Firespark hard against the ribs which would cause her to have the breath knocked out of her and be throwen of balance thus landing not even close to her. She just rolled her eyes. How stupid. A small scratch was on her paw but not a drop of blood had been spilled. She got up and took a look at Chittervoice and Mellowpaw seemingly saying 'What the heck is wrong with that kit' and 'No way is she ya'lls'. Then her icy gaze shifted to something resembling a dust ball and she wanted to laugh, but didn't for the kit was probably already re with embrassment.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 21:44:02 GMT -5
Mellowpaw scoffed. He was only training in herbs and dreams, but surely he was stronger than that? Not that he was going to attack the stranger to prove it. She would not re-act as kindly to a second attacker.
"You were ThunderClan."
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 21:59:04 GMT -5
The silent she-cat whipped her head around when she heard Thunderclan. She also heard a scoff, but paid no attention. She was also reay to turn around and swat the kit if she 'attacked' again. Her gaze returned to Chittervoice. It was strange how everything turned to this tom. So what if she was Thunderclan? Did it matter? Even to her? They had outcasted her.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 22:06:11 GMT -5
Opportunity came in many forms. He needed information about ThunderClan, and anything this cat could tell him would be good. Her reactions told him he was correct in his assumptions. Letting his tail swipe the air in satisfaction, he asked, "Why are you no longer with them? You're a fair fight, so that wasn't the issue." His eyes sparkled with interest and the ever-present malice.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 22:19:45 GMT -5
She saw the sparkle in Chittervoice's eyes. That made her know he wasn't asking for just petty gossip and whatever she would tell him would give away something that he wanted to know and wouldn't be good for her clan. Just because she was rejected doesn't mean she wasn't loyal to her clan or Starclan for the matter. She just flicked her tail wanting to not use her voice. Hoping to change the subject to anything.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 22:37:28 GMT -5
He no longer dealt with kits or family, the tom reminded himself. This cat was on a while different playing ground. "Did they reject you for your refusal to speak?" He prodded carefully. "It wasn't disloyalty." The subject would stay, his words said, as long as she did.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 22:46:31 GMT -5
She shook her pelt a little and the long hair fluffed up a little. Finally. Someone notices her loyalty and it's a rouge tom who apparantly lacks compassion. Her head turned to the poor excuse of a kit. THat poor kit would be denied love. Why though she didn't know, but she of course wanted to know. then her gaze slowly drifted back to Chittervoice.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 1, 2008 22:54:06 GMT -5
Mellowpaw looked at his father. He was still wondering about the seven Clans. He knew of five at least. "Chittervoice, why did you leave WindClan?"
The tom didn't bat a whisker. "Your aunt banished me, afraid of any cat that would threaten her power. She got the luck and I got the brains. That scared the poor thing." Happy now to ignore his kin until he could speak privately with him, the rouge tabby glanced at this odd new-cower with interest. He could always use another cat. "Not all strength comes from words. Sometimes silence is what the forest needs. I know traitors, and you are not one of them."
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