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Post by Wolfears on Oct 21, 2015 0:10:01 GMT -6
Wolfpaw was sneaking a kit out of camp. He'd probably get in serious trouble if he got caught but his delinquent nature at this stage in his life caused him to care very little for consequence. "Hey, you ever seen the river before? That place is 'bout to freeze over. It's likely it won't thaw for moons. Once it starts to snow we aren't gonna have nearly as much fish anymore." He blabbered aloud.
"So what's your name anyway? Here I go hightailing it outta camp with you and I don't even know who you are."
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Post by Mistpaw on Oct 21, 2015 0:58:20 GMT -6
| I cautiously followed behind the tomcat, hopping over logs and looking around nervously for another loud, mean warrior to come and trap us. I of course was loving this freedom and the fresh smell of clean air that was littered with the scent of newly growing pines and fallen pinecones. "Mistkit is what I go by. I'm Drought's daughter," I meowed, trying to keep pace with him. I thanked my mother for the blessing of receiving long legs at an early age as I hopped around obstacle after obstacle. "Can I just not go back? I don't like it much there." | | | | | | notes/tags |
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Post by Wolfears on Oct 21, 2015 1:12:43 GMT -6
"Drought!?" He almost choked. "Now you tell me." He snorted. Little did he know Drought even had bundles of fur, his spawn, running amongst the Clans. "Well.. That's an interesting family you've got going for yourself.. um.." He muttered awkwardly. "My father is Sunfish." He knew his mother was a FireClanner but he knew her not by name. Just that she was indeed not of IceClan.
"Name's Wolfpaw." She began speaking ill of IceClan and he quickly shut up. He shifted his gaze. "Eh... I guess this place isn't always the best. But it's not entirely awful."
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Post by Mistpaw on Oct 21, 2015 1:35:50 GMT -6
| I groaned and glared at his back. "You act as if saying his name is going to summon him. I think he left me here because he wanted me to be safe, but I'm too safe here. It's deathly boring. I want to meet him and show him that I can survive." I rolled my shoulders and pushed myself to be running up next to him. "You're just like the rest of them. 'Don't talk about him, Mistkit' or 'Oh, that's nice, but let's talk about something more pleasant', but why can't I talk about my family like other kits can? It's extremely not pleasant to hear about the stupid weather every stupid day."
I turned my head to look at him. "You? A wolf? You're more like a... a rat. A big furry one." I blinked solemnly at him with my mother's pale eyes before looking back in front of myself. "Not entirely? I have to waste six months— or as you like to call it, 'moons'— in a dark, damp cave that smells like pee and milk getting told off and bossed around by cats I'm not even related to. My mom and littermates are dead so I'm just the orphan that gets passed around like a skinny squirrel in winter. I hate being trapped, which is what I am. If I were with my father, I could be free." | | | | | | notes/tags |
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Post by Wolfears on Oct 21, 2015 12:10:07 GMT -6
"Hey maybe it will. Who knows. It's the great king Drought, ain't it?" He narrowed his eyes. "Oh shush, I never said you couldn't talk about him." He snorted. "Just said you have an interesting family. Drought's known for a lot of murders, you know that, right?" He shrugged. It wasn't really any of his business. "I don't really care, it doesn't affect me." He wanted to cuff this kit over the head. His ears pinned back and his tail lashed as he calmly tried to deal with his irritability.
"Don't categorize me, thank you." He said coolly. "Well you look like a damp rabbit which frankly isn't much better." He retorted in a careless tone. "Quit complaining we all had to do it. You aren't the only one that had to sit through that torture." He was about ready to turn around and leave her out here. "Remember the one who brought you out on this little escape."
Wolfpaw's voice was filled with his annoyance towards Mistkit, and it was plainly evident. "Stick it out and then just wait for freedom to come to you. Warriorhood is apparently a promise of that. Whatever, I don't know what you want me to say."
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Post by Mistpaw on Oct 21, 2015 12:24:25 GMT -6
| I rolled my eyes at him before raising a brow. "He's dead, so it's not like it matters anyways. I'd still enjoy meeting him though, but I'll have to suffice by just proving that I'm strong enough." I paused as he mentioned the murder, fur ruffling as I glared daggers at him. "And clan cats aren't? You just assume you're doing it 'for good' because you were born on this side of the spectrum. Rogues survive and survival involves murder. Clan customs restrict cats from basic urges and instinct, nut no, don't let me break your pretty flower bordered view of your beautiful clan." I looked away with cool composure. Why had I expected this cat to be any different? He was clan bred, so of course he wouldn't have bothered looking into the differences of clan life and rogue life.
I let out a laugh, fur smoothing out as I enjoyed ruffling the apprentice's fur. "Oh, shocker! The rat has a bite; I hope I don't get rabies. At least cats will want to eat me. Funny, for once I'll be wanted." I wasn't much into the self pity business, but it was a little sad. What mother would want to little productions of someone nonclan? "No. Rogue and loner kittens don't have to do it. You really need to keep your mind up with your mouth before you shoot it off so fast."
I let out a yawn and trailed behind him to show that I was done arguing with him. "Well, of course. Why would I leave before I learn to fight and kill? Although, that is debating on if I plan to leave permanently at all. I don't have any connections here, but I might make some one day." What a discreet way to say I had no friends. I could always mention that my half brothers were here, but I doubted that'd be very good at all. The last thing Addervenom needed was to be kicked out of being a medicine cat. "Where in Darkpool's name are we going?"
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Post by Wolfears on Oct 21, 2015 14:47:28 GMT -6
"He's dead? Wow that's news to me." He hadn't heard those rumours, if there were yet any. "I think you are way off base here. You'd prefer to be slaughtered, or wary of those around you coming to kill you? Mmm. Okay. Sounds pleasant." He was beginning to think this had become a dumb idea. He felt the urge to walk back and dump her here. But there was still some common sense in him lingering that made him know that was probably not a good idea. He figured she was probably getting a kick out of this. From her attitude it was apparent she was only saying more to peeve him off. He took a deep breath and calmed himself before responding.
"I meant us as in the Clan. Everyone else in the Clan had to suffer being a kit. So, so do you. I'm highly aware outsiders don't share these customs, idiot." He commented coldly, giving little to no care if she snapped right back at him. He was done arguing about this. "Well you can leave right now if you want. It really doesn't bother me. You're just a pain in my tail at the moment. If you plan to kill a bunch of cats, well, you'll get kicked out anyhow. So why waste the time." He snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Like I know. I don't even want to be here anymore." He really would of rather heading back to camp and just doing something there or escaping alone. This cat irked him.
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