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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 1, 2008 23:05:56 GMT -5
The she-cat wiggled her whiskers as Chittervoice made it sound like the leader was scared of him. She knew that to be false. The tom had most likely pulled a move over on her to try and be leader...and failed. The long-haired cat lifted her paw and licked it and then brought it back beghind her ear. Then she placed it on the ground. It might be getting time for her to leave unless the tom- or toms- had any more questions for her.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 2, 2008 8:11:13 GMT -5
"Look at that, the rogue's t stupid to anwser! What a peice of FOX-DUNG!" Firespark laughed loudly at the she-cat, her best way of hurting anyone was by making fun of them.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 2, 2008 16:53:19 GMT -5
(Lost, you didn't include much. Could you please post with more detail? You're not posting much so can you use detail.)
The she-cat turned to the kit. Firespark was a warrior name, so she decided from now on she'd just call her Fire-kit. She had none of the intelligence of a warrior, nor the strength of even an apprentice. The tabby scoffed at the indended insult, but she had heard worst on the day the clan abandoned her. She glanced at Chittervoice with a slight gleam in her eye. It was time. The tom had taught not much to the kit so now it was getting time for her to learn. Learn hard lessons that only experince could teach her. She looked back to the kit- with no smile or grin- but her regular cold expressionless face. The rouge got up and looked the kit over once more. "Apparantly there are a few thing Chittervoice has neglected to teach you, Fire-kit." Her paw swiped through the air at the kit's feet and then her other paw swiped right above it and would smack her head if she dodged.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 2, 2008 17:42:01 GMT -5
"Its Firespark, fox-dung." She mewed and twirled around, getting out of reach of the cat then slid over the grass on her paws, sliding back into a good limbo form and lay at Phantom's belly, She dug her claws into the cats stomach then lept away with ease, she skidded to a stoop and shook her ragdoll fur then lept on the read of Phantom, biting into the tail getting out of reach of teeth and paw and dug hind claws into Phantom's rear, a snarl on her face.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 2, 2008 17:58:51 GMT -5
(Lostie. You did some power-playng in that post. Remember to avoid that. Also, I haven't used the name Phantom in any of my posts. xP You're the first in the whole thread to use the word Phantom. xP)
The she-cat jumped a little over to the side causing any attacks the kit had hoped to do to her underside to be brushed away. Firekit was snarling, but not doing much damage to a warrior in her prime. No damage had befallen her except for the little scratch at their first tustle-which not a drop of blood had been spilled. The warrior was sick of being Miss. Nice and slamed her paw against the kit hoping to pin it to the ground. Any muscle in the kit's entire body wouldn't be able to overpower a warrior's arm so if Firekit was pinned she was pinned.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 2, 2008 18:03:03 GMT -5
Firespark yelped at the sudden weight on her back and she struggled to pull her self out. Her laggon blue eyes turned wide, she thought it was gonna be the end of her, she thought the cat was gonna bite off her head and keep it as a trophy. (How was it power-playing? :/)
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 2, 2008 19:23:08 GMT -5
(Already explained in C-box and it wasn't really noticable. I replied like you hadn't so you can't really tell.)
The she-cat held steady. She could feel the kit's soft pelt under her paw. Firespark was tiny, about the size of a rat. Her ears pricked forward as she head the kit yelp. The kit's fear was obvious. Firespark was quite the little contender, but she too was trying to examine the kit's origin. It was obviously not Windclan or Thunderclan, but could be Riverclan or Shadowclan. She lifted her paw and picked her up by the scruff. Then she walked in front of Chittervoice and placed the kit in front of her. She gave the kit a lick behind the ear and then looked up at the tom wating for his reaction.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 3, 2008 10:53:02 GMT -5
If any cat was waiting for a visible reaction, they would be disappointed by his face. The tabby only watched, glancing down as the kit was placed at his paws. His tattered pelt rippled in a slight breeze, but other than the forces of nature nothing moved.
Slowly, Mellowpaw took a step back, evaluating the situation. Firespark had been badly beaten. And she was younger than him! Why did she have a warrior name? Jealousy tinted his soul green and he shot the young cat a baleful glare, one he was famous for.
"No one cat can teach all the lessons," Chittervoice finally spoke. "The best lessons have many mentors." Looking down at Firespark, he told her harshly, "You have a fine brain, but let your body catch up to your plans."
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 3, 2008 16:09:11 GMT -5
The she-cat nodded. Chittervoice was right. A single cats could only teach on kit so much. Some lessons would have to be taught by other teachers and, some, even without them. There were lessons in life that one most learn by themself. Her eyes were focused on Chittervoice, but even she could see the jealousy in Mellowpaw's eyes. It was quite obvious and Firespark seemed to be on the recieveing end. Odd. How a clan cat is jealous of a kit that has been taken from her loved ones. She shrugged it off though. It was getting dark and she needed to find a place to rest for the night. There was no way Chittervocie and Firespark would share sleeping dens with her.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 3, 2008 16:39:29 GMT -5
Firespark shook her pelt then shrank back, afraid that when the she-cat left that he may be disappointed at how she lost the battle.
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Post by Unwanted Step-Child on Jan 4, 2008 21:37:59 GMT -5
Chittervoice turned from the other cats and knelt down, murmuring in his son's ear.
Mellowpaw nodded, feeling reassured of his position in things. He played a role no other cat could, not even Chittervoice himself. "Thank you for telling me about Luna," he thanked the oddly-quiet she-rouge before running back to his own Clan's territory.
Chittervoice nodded his head, clearly satisfied with what he was doing, and turned to Firespark. "Let us leave," he bade her.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 5, 2008 10:02:43 GMT -5
Firespark nodded, giving a quick last lick of her paw then stood. She streatched to get her blood flowing then looked up to Chittervoice, wondering where they would go.
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Post by Loving/Insane Mom on Jan 5, 2008 13:03:20 GMT -5
The tabby nodded as Mellowpaw thanked her for her help. Then she looked back to Chittervoice. The tom didn't frighten her, but his plans for the clans did worry her. Her cold gaze drifted to the little kit, Firespark. She felt so much sorrow for the kit with no family to care for her, but all she had was an ambtous tom who wanted to use her. Chittervoice said they were leaving. The rouge bent her head down and gave Firespark a lick behind her ear. Slowly, she padded past Chittervoice-while brushing her long, icy tail down his side as she walked past- and made her leave. Right before she went into the dark forest she looked back at the two and then left.
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Post by Loststar|| Spoiled Brat/German on Jan 5, 2008 16:01:02 GMT -5
Firespark smiled slightly as the cat licked her ear, and watched the cat leave. She then looked back up at Chittervoice.
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