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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 10:50:18 GMT -6
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Drought strolled through the swamplands, not really caring that his legs were covered in muck and his belly fur was starting to get damp. He was particularly restless that afternoon. This was probably an improvement, considering that he'd spent an impressive amount of time holed up in his den recently. However, the patched tom still had a slightly glazed expression, and he didn't stop to hunt the small lizards and frogs in his path despite the loud rumbling of his stomach.
It wasn't until his forepaws sank deep into the soggy earth that Drought came to a halt. He blinked and recoiled, managing to free his legs from the ground. Somehow he'd wandered right into the heart of the bog...
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Post by Antoinette on Aug 11, 2014 21:41:23 GMT -6
Because Antoinette had been gone for so long, she had yet to explore the new territories of DeathClan, what had been conquered and what had been lost. The scent of other cats' markings were seldom, but when they were there, they were strong. Ah, right. She had forgotten that, unlike RockClan, there were no defined and distinctive borders. And it was on one of these escapades that Antoinette caught a very familiar scent, and her ears wiggled with curiosity, wondering what Drought could possibly be doing so closely to the twolegplace.
Scaling an overhanging tree, Antoinette's tail curled with amusement, and she called out to the DeathClan leader.
"You know, I'd love to join you, but I have an awful feeling I'd not be tall enough to even stand above the water!" Her whiskers twitched with humor. "What brings you so far out here?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 22:13:20 GMT -6
Oh, tiny white cat was back. Drought remembered meeting Antoinette just a few days ago; she wasn't half bad. He twisted around to glance up at her when she spoke, and gave a small chuckle.
"Well, I've seen larger creatures get stuck out here and die, so it's probably wise that you stay up there." A bit morbid, perhaps, but it was true. Everything from rabbits to mice had drowned in the bog; the patched tom frequently noticed the prey animals' bones in the murky waters. He had noticed a few dead rats during his most recent venture into the swamps. They were probably been the same ones that had raided DeathClan before.
Settling himself on a damp rock, Drought flicked his ears. "Oh, I was just out for a walk. How about you? Surely you don't usually come to this part of the territory."
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Post by Antoinette on Aug 11, 2014 23:06:34 GMT -6
At Drought's remark, Antoinette felt her claws instinctually sinking into the frayed bark of the branch. She tilted her head, and surveyed the scenery: true, this was a deadly place. It even reeked of the creatures' lives it had consumed, though hard to tell because that was generally how the rogue territory smelled.
A small purr rumbled in the back of her throat in amusement, as quiet as it was. "I'm on an adventure, of sorts. To familiarize myself with the newer territories and whatnot." Antoinette raised a cat-like brow that cats don't actually have.
"A walk? Here? Sounds more like a swim to me." She crawled closer to the tom on the branch. I'm lucky for once for being so small, otherwise I'd probably have fallen off by now!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 9:53:21 GMT -6
It was strange how Drought hardly even noticed the stench of death and decay which permeated the air in the swamps. His nose was working just fine, but blood and dead things were ordinary things for the leader. He was in charge of DeathClan; when he wasn't laying in his den or killing prey, it was common for him to pick fights and whatnot. That was just the way cats entertained themselves here.
"Ah. An adventure? That sounds like fun. I'd like to accompany you, if you don't mind." Drought felt obliged to make sure that his tiny... friend? It seemed weird to refer to anyone as a friend. But anyway, the tom wanted to ensure that Antoinette didn't die out here. It would also be good to take a walk around DeathClan's territory and make sure that nothing was out of place.
The question was... how would the bite-sized white cat get around? The trees here were skeletal in appearance, with only a few having any sort of foliage to cover their branches. They were also sparser. It would be harder to leap from tree to tree in the marshy area.
The solution struck Drought like a flying rock to the face. "Hop down here and climb on my back," he invited as he crouched lower on the rock.
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Post by Antoinette on Aug 13, 2014 13:52:41 GMT -6
Antoinette tilted her head to the side slightly. Something was referred to as fun? By Drought? She looked at him blankly for a few moments, before her face lighting up in a grin. Insert adorable chibi smile here. Her ears wiggled in what was the closest to contentment Antoinette could get, and she crept closer to Drought until she could almost touch her nose to his ear. The branch swayed slightly, and in a slight alarm, though not betrayed by her face, she struggled to gain stability again.
"I wouldn't mind at all. Company makes everything a little less.. monotonous, if that makes any sense," Tiny White Cat smiled to the best of her ability. And truth be told, it would probably feel a little more secure with the tom around- it wasn't that she couldn't defend herself, but with someone as highly regarded as he, his presence would probably save the trouble.
And that alone was a strange feeling, that sense of security. Antoinette was seldom accustomed to ever letting her guard down, even around allies. How peculiar.
Careful not to scratch at Drought with her claws, Antoinette carefully- but less than gracefully- slid onto the safety of his back, able to rest comfortable a little below his shoulder-blades. Claws sheathed, she rested her paws in between his shoulders and curled her tail slightly around the base of his in the most non-affectionate way she could.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I'm a little bit terrified of falling," the feline shivered at the sight of the murky wetlands below her. "And thank you," she breathed, eyes widening at the visual of slowly sinking into it.
"NOW ONWARD MY MOST NOBLE STEED," SHE YELLED.
"Where to?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 17:50:41 GMT -6
The idea of getting a free ride around the territory seemed to cause Antoinette's mood to soar. She apparently trusted him enough now to dump her in the quicksand-like mud. It took the little snow-colored feline a few moments to make her way down towards him on a thin branch, but soon she had managed to scramble onto his rather large black-and-white back. He was fairly relieved that she didn't accidentally flay him with her claws.
However, she did cling to him rather tightly, which was understandable. Drought would have been shocked if she wasn't making a good effort to hold on. "It's fine; you should be okay up there. Of course, if you do slip, I promise that I'll rescue you before you drown." His amber eyes glinted with vague amusement. The mental image of himself giving a piggyback ride to tiny white cat was laughable.
The trusty Shadowfax galloped away into the sunset.
Antoinette's query caused him to glance around. There wasn't a lot to see right here, but Drought knew where there might be something to check out. "How about the edge of Twolegplace? I want to see if any kittypets have been testing the borders," he meowed.
Moving slowly and steadily, the leader stepped off his rock and started to half-wade towards the faint reek of Twolegs.
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