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Post by leafpelt on Apr 20, 2007 20:53:40 GMT -5
A tortoiseshell she-cat padded quietly through the trees. She had slipped out early in the morning to go on a hunting trip by herself. Leafpelt opened her jaws wide to let in the forest smells. A fine mist hung in the air. She could smell the usual forest smells, and the scent of a nearby vole. Leafpelt dropped into the hunting crouch. The she-cat crept up quietly on the unsuspecting vole, who was nosing around through the forest floor in search of food. When she got close enough, she pounced and swiftly dispatched it. Then a light breeze began to blow, and the mist slowly began to clear out. Leafpelt buried the vole to come back to later. She raised her head adn looked around.
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Post by Sable on Apr 24, 2007 19:02:37 GMT -5
Somewhat dejected, Sablestripe padded back through the trees. They had found nothing at Frog Lake, now she had seperated from Talonclaw, prefering to be by herself. Would they ever find their beloved Copperkit? She saw a tortoiseshell pelt up ahead, and a heartbeat later caught the scent of Leafpelt. Sablestripe sighed and sat down beside her friend. "Have you found anything?"
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Post by » &Göldιê™; « on Apr 24, 2007 19:51:33 GMT -5
Somewhat embarassedly, Duskpaw followed Sablestripe. He stalked in the bushes for a moment. His mentor's friend may not appreciate him following her. No choice now, the rest of the patrol was far off, and what kind of trouble would he be in if he showed up at camp alone? He guiltily padded towards Sablestripe and Leafpelt. "S-sorry for following you," He mumbled apologetically. He secretly wondered how the diluted she-cat was doing back at camp, but said nothing. "Is there anything I can help with?" The dark gray apprentice was worried about the kits, it was apparent on his concerned face.
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Post by Sable on Apr 24, 2007 19:54:38 GMT -5
Sablestripe turned to see Arrowfeather's apprentice trailing after her. "It's alright," she said quietly. "We could hunt, but. . " she glanced at Duskpaw's expression. It was clear that his mind was on the kits, and something else, but she didn't ask. "Maybe we should poke around at the edges of our territory, around Four Rocks or something." She stood up and turned to look at Leafpelt. "You coming?"
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Post by leafpelt on Apr 25, 2007 19:52:47 GMT -5
Leafpelt stood and said, "Yes." She had been trying to keep her mind off the kits with hunting. Leafpelt turned to follow after them.
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Post by lunapelt on Apr 25, 2007 22:16:18 GMT -5
lunapelt crept steathily over the leaf-laiden jungle floor. her eyes flashed for an instant, her ears perked forward. her nostrils flared once again as she scented the air. Her tail-tip twitched as she tried to locate it. There! She pounced as a small gray mouse darted for cover, but lunapelt was faster. She hooked it with her claw before flinging it into the air. It landed, stunned. As it tried to dart away again, she pounced and quickly finished it with a quick bite to the head. She gulped it down in a few large mouthfulls. On the ship sailing over the salty water, she had only had fish and scraps from the strange plastic containers with the shiny black plastic things. The smell of the salt had made her stomach flip, and the white sqwauking sea-birds with the orange webbed feet had been annoying. The endless rocking and churning tide had made her flat out sick to her stomach, even forcing her to give up a lot of her food. The smell of saltwater still clung to her pelt, and she tried unsuccessfully to get unappetizing scent from her fur. She licked one paw and ran it over her left ear, which had a V shaped nick running all the way down to the base. Both her ears were black, as was her tail. The rest of her pelt was an intense silver-blue. She flipped around to groom the base of her tail. She could scent that this was a clan's territory, much like the ones she had seen at the non-salt lake, and she had picked up some of their stories, which she had liked. The leader of one clan hadn't been so pleasant, chasing her all the way from dawn till dusk trying to get rid of her. Another had been less hostile, but were still unfriendly to her. She had tried to stay, practicing the art of catching skinny, windblown rabbits, but she didn't stay long. Another had lived in the marshes all the way up to a half-bridge, but thinking about wet paws made her sick to her stomach since her voyage on the boat. she hoped she never saw a drop of water for the rest of her life! The last one was friendly towards her, and the clan leader had once even been a kittypet! She wondered how these cats would be, or act towards her as she licked her lips hungerly, trying to decide which way to go to find the best prey.
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Post by Sable on Apr 25, 2007 22:56:28 GMT -5
Sablestripe paused, twisting an ear back. She could hear nothing, but an old, slightly salty tang reached her nostrils. It was incredibly faint, but there. She looked over her shoulder, peering into the thick trees to better spy who or what may be there.
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Post by » &Göldιê™; « on Apr 26, 2007 14:11:04 GMT -5
Duskpaw nodded at the idea of hunting. He turned to go to the suggested area, but an odd scent caught his attention. Opening his mouth to scent the air, he smelled it a bit stronger, coming from his left. He turned slowly. It may be a friendly cat, maybe as friendly as Sandstone. The thought of the tortoiseshell she-cat made his stomach flip, but he ignored the emotion. "There's cat-scent coming from that bush," He whispered to Sablestripe, barely audible. He flicked his ear in the direction of the shrub.
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Post by Sable on Apr 26, 2007 17:31:10 GMT -5
"Do you think it's OceanClan or IslandClan?" she murmured, barely adible as she crept toward the shrub on her belly. She clenched her teeth angrily. Great! she thought. All the Clans join together to rescue the kits, and yet they may have invaded our territory all the same!
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Post by » &Göldιê™; « on Apr 26, 2007 22:28:23 GMT -5
Duskpaw thought the she-cat had a different scent, like that of Sandstone but unlike Clan scent. At least, Clan scent that he knew. "No," He muttered, shaking his dark gray head. "She's not from another Clan..." His words were almost silent.
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Post by Sable on Apr 27, 2007 22:04:53 GMT -5
Sablestripe sighed once more. She was sick of this stupid suspense game. She stepped forward to find a silver-and-black she-cat, looking around as if scenting for prey. The dark-pelted warrior lifted her head high and hissed in an imperial manner, "You're in JungleClan territory. Move out." She flicked her tail in the direction of the nearest border, green eyes flashing.
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Post by » &Göldιê™; « on Apr 29, 2007 8:36:10 GMT -5
Duskpaw bounded forward curiously. He scented the air closer to the she-cat, and smelled the unmistakable scent of Clan cats. "Sablestripe..." He began. But he didn't pursue the topic of letting her stay; Sandstone had already been allowed to stay.
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Post by Sable on Apr 29, 2007 16:23:36 GMT -5
Sablestripe's ear twitched at the sound of Duskpaw's voice. She turned to look at him, almost as if sensing his unsaid words. "I don't think Hawkstar would approve if we brought in yet another loner," she mewed quietly. Turning back to the intruder, she growled, "Come on. We'll escort you to the border." She turned, gesturing with her tail for the stranger to follow.
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Post by lunapelt on Apr 29, 2007 17:46:01 GMT -5
Lunapelt swung around and hissed at them. "And why should I?" she snarled. "Why move out when i can get all the prey i'll ever need here? Your not exactly a clan leader, and your not in charge of me!" She unsheathed and sheathed her claws, waiting for a reaction from the jungleclan cats.
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Post by Sable on Apr 29, 2007 18:48:54 GMT -5
Sablestripe whipped around, eyes blazing. After having been dealing with the stress of losing a kit, this loner finally made her snap. "Why, eh?" she growled. "Because a filthy, disrespectful, intruding scrap of fox dung has no understanding of the warrior code. If all the Clans allowed cats like you, we wouldn't be Clans at all. Just a bunch of no good, mangy crowfood eaters - Like you!" She spat angrily, sleek fur bristling, and sank her own long, hooked claws into the ground.
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