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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2014 17:51:26 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Perhaps living in a tiny little hovel was getting old or maybe Mumble just wanted a change of scenery, but for one reason or another the black youngling had decided that he wasn't going to live in his old den anymore. The tiny little pile of twigs and rocks wasn't even really a den, it was just somewhere that kept him relatively dry when it rained.
Mumble didn't need to take anything from his old den so he went right on looking for a new one. There was a lot of options. He could go find make another stick den, he could find an underground den, or he could make a den out of rocks. There were other options, but those three were his biggest contenders. He liked the underground den especially so he decided to try and find one first.
Exploring the territory of Deathclan had been something Mumble had never properly gotten around to, so now that he had the chance he was quite happy. Mumble probably walked around for half the day before he caught the faint scent of a snake. It was long gone, but the scent still being there must mean that it's home must be close by. Mumble smiled and followed it until he almost fell into the hole that must have once belonged to the snake.
It was a small hole, obviously, but Mumble was pretty sure he could make it better with some work. So he started using his paws to widen the hold until he could fit comfortably into it and into the main chamber, which he also made bigger. Mumble could see two other ways out. He went about making them too, but by the time he got to them his paws were caked in dirt and the sun was going down. He exited through same tunnel he had just finished and looked around. This was quite the work. [ notes ] Mumble needed an official den ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 20, 2014 14:29:50 GMT -6
Griffin was asleep in her nest when she heard a distinct rustling of the grass nearby. It didn't sound like a badger, fox, snake, or intruder. It sounds like some cat's making their den. Curiosity got the better of her, and Griffin nosed past a clump of tall grass. Piles of dirt were heaped next to the place where she heard the noise. Probably a digging animal of some sort she thought, but as she turned around, ready to go and leave, a black, dirt-crusted head appeared out of the hole.
Surprised, Griffin took a step back. "Um...Just passing by."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 14:55:50 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO The voice that Mumble heard made him lower himself to the ground in a fighting pose. Sure they didn't sound angry, but you never know in Deathclan. Mumble flicked both of his ears and shook his pelt and tail, trying to get some dirt out of his fur, all while still staying close to the ground. "Were you just passing by? What's your name?" Mumble waited for the cat's answer to his interrogation while he kept himself in the same position, all while keeping his eyes on the newcomer. ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 21, 2014 15:42:24 GMT -6
(Hello) Griffin looked on as the younger tom lowered himself to the ground in what seemed like a fighting pose. It confused Griffin, since 'Um...just passing by' wasn't exactly a hostile phrase. She backed away as the tom shook his fur, not wanting to get any dirt in her pelt. "I'm Griffin." she meowed in a clear tone, "And yes, I was just passing by." The second response wasn't exactly true since the dilute calico was in her nest and followed a digging sound to the area, but Griffin decided that it was best not to reveal your nesting spot. Who knows what a Deathclanner can do with the information.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 23:51:49 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble kind of relaxed a little. He laughed when the other cat backed off because of the dirt flying everywhere. He supposed that he'd have to go down to the river before sleeping, get of the dirt off and what not. Right now he just wanted to figure out who this cat was and why she was "just passing by" his new den. Maybe she lived nearby. He might have to get used to her then. "Okay well I'm Mumble." He finally straightened up. It was not use acting tough. She didn't seem hostile. ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 22, 2014 14:29:33 GMT -6
(I keep finding myself staring at your avatar O.O) When the black tom laughed, the tension in the air went away a little. Griffin found herself not as awkward. She laughed a little, replying "Oh, hi Mumble. Your building your new den, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 21:04:45 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble nodded when she said that he was building his den. He could pretend he wasn't but she had kind of caught him in the act so he couldn't say anything else. "Yeah, my old one was too small. I'm making this one bigger now." Mumble flicked his tail over the hole that he had just popped out of. Once he was done with it the main chamber would be five times his size. It would be good. He'd make sure of it. ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 23, 2014 8:10:16 GMT -6
Griffin nodded to show she understood. She padded closer to the hole and looked inside, inspecting it. "Are you sure the dirt will hold?" The dilute calico she-cat commented, craning her neck to see further. She knew Mumble's intention-an underground den would be well-secured and not easy to find. But she couldn't imagine living in a dark underground burrow that smelled of soil. She preferred to be out in the open. "I mean, is the dirt packed enough, so it won't crumble when it rains or something?" (Experimenting with the font and color, sorry)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 12:10:16 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble thought about what she said. Would his den hold up? He'd have to pack it down harder, maybe even get something as supports, like a stick or branch or something. If he made a weave at the stop then it should hold the roof together. "I think I'll be able to figure out a way to keep it together. I just believe that underground dens work really well." Mumble shrugged a little and watched the other cat carefully. He didn't want her trying to break his new den or anything. ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 23, 2014 13:27:12 GMT -6
Griffin silently agreed with the black odd-eyed tom. Underground dens had their benefits too. She sat back, looking at Mumble. "Your new to this place, right? Or did you just decide to abandon your old den in Deathclan and make a new one?" She asked, not wanting to discuss den options or that kind of stuff. She looked up at the sky, which was starting to darken. Not much, but there was a definite shade of gray above her. The sun was reaching toward the horizon, and was what seemed like a whisker-length away. Of course, the she-cat youngling knew it was much farther than that.
She blinked at looked at the ground around her again, waiting for Mumble's answer. She herself had been at Deathclan for pretty long, and knew her way around already. She curled her tail around her petite paws and waited for the response.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 0:39:38 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble shrugged his shoulders in response to the cat then decided to add in actual words as well. "I little bit of both. I'm new to Deathclan, but I had a little den before this. It was sticks and rocks and wasn't very good. This one will be a lot better, or at least I hope it will be." He would have to find out where that other exit let out. Maybe he could make an underground tunnel system. That would be way too hard, but it would be cool. It would make him a good spy that's for sure. [ notes ] its like three in the morning.... ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 24, 2014 11:22:04 GMT -6
(The why are you awake? O.O) Griffin nodded to show that she was listening. She pawed the ground. "Many of Deathclanners aren't born here. they usually have rogue, loner, kittypet, or clan roots." She shrugged. "I came here as a kit when I was abandoned. I don't remember much, so don't ask me anything about my past."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 23:05:53 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO It was kind of funny how most Deathclan cats weren't actually born in Deathclan. Maybe that was why they had kept together so long. They were there of their own free will. Almost all of the actual clan cats were born to that clan. They were there because that was all they knew. Mumble chuckled a little. "I guess I won't ask you about your past. I can handle that." He stretched a little. His body was getting in the mood for sleep and he couldn't exactly just pass out without a nest. He had to go get some moss and stuff to sleep on before it was too dark. [ notes ] today it is midnight... ❤ |
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Post by Griffin on Jun 25, 2014 11:43:13 GMT -6
Griffin shrugged. "Well, I guess I should get back to my own nest now." She looked at the setting sun, casting a warm, pink glow in the sky. She turned around, ready to go home.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 14:20:40 GMT -6
Walk like you own the place because you just might Talk like you want a fight BECAUSE YOU REALLY DO Mumble nodded. "Well I'll be seeing you. I assume you live nearby somewhere? You're scent is around here. Anyways I'll be seeing you." He shook his pelt a little and watched the other feline. He wondered if she could just leave so that he could go down to the river. He'd wait though because he didn't want her to mess up the new den already. Mumble was the suspicious type and he was suspicious of her so he wasn't going to leave her alone. [ notes ] today it is midnight... ❤ |
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