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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 18, 2015 12:28:28 GMT -6
The wind rattled the branches, whistling and moaning like suffering ghosts. The moon shone above, just a sliver of light beaming through the thick pine trees. Huddled in the crook of one if these trees was a tuft of silver fur. Leaves were draped across the little one's pelt, covering most of the silver and offering a whisker of warmth. But not enough. No, the DeathClanner needed a real den. One that was warm, and safe, and quiet. Where not even the moon would be able to see her.
Razor had been living out in the cold for days, climbing trees and ducking under bushes here and there. She almost thought of making a tree her den-maybe become one of those bird-cats her mother used to tease about. But, then again, DeathClan didn't have winged cats. Nor did they have friendly ones, either. Yet that didn't bother her. Not anymore.
Had it only be a half moon earlier, Razor had been in her mother's den. Old enough to leave yet being kept against her will, her mother cared for her four kits with a deep passion. Razor hadn't minded much-she was loved in a hateful Clan. Wasn't that luck? If only her siblings had felt the same way. If only....
I don't need to dwell on the past! Razor thought harshly, shaking her head to clear happy memories away. Fox and Blizzard... they betrayed me! I don't need to care about them... and I won't. I'm DeathClan. Always.
Her stomach rumbled. The fairly small she-cat shivered, and leaves slipped off her silver fur and into the darkness below. "Fox-dung!" she cursed, leaping up and smacking the rest of the dried leaves away from her, watching them spin and disappear below. "Stupid leaves! Stupid everything! Stupid!" She twitched her ears, and then leaped out of the tree without another thought. Her paws landed hard on the cold ground, and she winced as pain shot through her legs. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Razor howled, quite done with living in such a cold and heartless world. DeathClan better be glad I'm staying. the furious silver cat thought. I wouldn't mind destroying this cold forest and kill any cat who go in my way!
There was rustling behind her, and Razor whirled around. Her pale ice-blue eyes were pools of hate. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
(I can do this right?)
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 22, 2015 19:42:27 GMT -6
Ash walked out of the bushes, seeing a feline in front of her. She growled, already knowing this DeathClanner was hostile, and her tail bristled up. She guessed the cat was younger, but stayed alert, her light blue eyes staring at the cat. "Who would you be?" she asked in a calm tone, despite her defensive stance. Ash didn't know many DeathClan cats, as for a while she was alone by her den, or away with the quest she was on. "You're just a peasant. Are you new?"
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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 22, 2015 21:16:47 GMT -6
Razor narrowed her eyes. This was another DeathClanner. This was an ally. Yet the she-cat didn't feel like trusting her. Not now, at least. Lashing her tail, she tried to make herself look intimidating. "So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" she hissed, her anger from a few moments ago spewing out just a bit. Your smaller, a part of her mind whispered. In a fight, this cat would beat you. You wouldn't stand a chance. Is threatening them really a good idea?
DeathClan needs more cats! Razor scolded herself. She wouldn't kill me!
She would teach mouthy-kits like you a lesson. At that, Razor kept silent. It seemed the more reasonable part of her mind was right. Well, not about the "mouthy-kit" part, Razor was past being a weak kitten! But this stranger probably wouldn't fair well with harsh and mean words. Especially if she knew she held the advantage in age and strength. Someday I'll be stronger, though.... Razor vowed to herself, waiting to see what the DeathClanner would say-or do.
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 22, 2015 21:25:48 GMT -6
Ash looked at the tabby, knowing she wasn't a threat even by her hiss. "Well what I am going to do is give a welcome. What may your name be?" She sat down to have a calmer conversation, unless the peasant chose not. Her tail still flicked, and if anyone started a fight, she would think it would be the other, maybe just to prove herself.
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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 22, 2015 21:33:25 GMT -6
Razor blinked. She hadn't expected that. This cat-this DeathClanner-was being kind? Its just a trick! she thought, and then paused. And if it isn''t? Finally, after a few moments of silence, Razor lowered her head. "Its... Razor." she muttered, instantly regretting that. She should have at least given a fake name, if this cat proved to be tricking her. Now, a stranger knew her name, and realized she wasn't a major threat. What more could go wrong?
If she's actually good, a little slip of the tongue won't matter much. Razor conceded, shuffling her paws in anxiety. And if she's not? A bad cat knowing your name? She could have Drought throw me out, or-or-anything, really. Ah, this is bad....
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 22, 2015 21:45:35 GMT -6
Ash tilted her head Is this a real DeathClanner? The tabby was confused by her sudden hesitations, like she was worried. "Well, Razor. I'm Ash, A Royaly of DeathClan." The tabby sighed and walked around the peasant, maybe she should attempt to scare the younger feline, thinking it would be a bit fun. "Lets hope you remember that name." As she was doing this, in her mind she was laughing.
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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 23, 2015 7:59:22 GMT -6
Razor watched Ash''s movements with narrowed eyes. She's taking advantage of me. she growled, feeling her fur bristle along her shoulder. No. Don't let her see anything. You can do better. Taking a deep breath, Razor let her fur lie flat. "Best you don't forget mine either, Royal." she muttered, stretching her paws a bit. Act like yourself, Razor. No need to pretend.
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 23, 2015 17:17:08 GMT -6
"The thing is, I wont. I only know a few cats, which makes it much easier to remember ones I've met," she said with a smirk, Will she know when to back down? I don't know if she know's I'm pulling her tail, maybe eventually.
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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 24, 2015 8:00:33 GMT -6
Razor tilted her head, an amused expression on her face. "Oh? Not very social?" she murmured, not too sure she was saying the right words, but just going with it. "Me neither. Looks like we're the same in something." she added a little louder, testing to see how she would react-again. Just talking to a cat was a challenge, in her eyes. Everything and anything was a weapon, and trust never came without a price.
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 24, 2015 18:50:38 GMT -6
"I guess you're right, kit," she said sitting down again. She guessed there was really no use trying to frighten the other she-cat. The tabby really just ignored every thing else Razor said. "How old are you? You seem older than you look. I'm really not too old."
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Bear
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Post by Bear on Feb 24, 2015 19:26:35 GMT -6
Bear was splashing about in the river, the water flowing neatly and the fish flashing past her flailing hind paws. The water was cool and an ocasional treat for her with her extremely long fur.
The sun streaked down on the water, sparkling beautifully. Voices fetched the perked ears of Bear, and caused her to curiously crawl out of the stream; shake her fur out, and explore the cats.
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 24, 2015 19:28:44 GMT -6
The tabby scented something else, Another DeathClanner.. The tabby turned her head, trying to find the source. "Who's out there?" she called out.
(short)
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Post by Bear on Feb 24, 2015 19:38:08 GMT -6
Same.)
Bears amber eyes gleamed through the dence brush. "A cat is here." Bear replied with amusement.
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Post by Thornpaw on Feb 25, 2015 8:06:59 GMT -6
Razor was about to reply when the DeathClanner scented another cat. She casted blue eyes to the bushes, just seeing the outlined a cat. They're everywhere. she thought.
(yeah... I'll join the short club, too....)
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Post by Ashtail on Feb 25, 2015 19:25:14 GMT -6
"Come out," ordered the royal, and she would this it would be amusing if the newcomer didn't know she was not a peasant. The tabby turned to face where the scent was, ready for a fight if she had to.
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