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Post by Hazelclaw on Nov 12, 2015 20:41:39 GMT -6
 Hazelclaw Hazelclaw woke up with a start, Where is she? Not here all day! he thought opening his eyes slowly, seeing that the nest next to him was empty, Maybe.. I missed her coming in, I shouldn't have taken that nap!
The tom thought this was a nice weathered day, but that thought quickly decreased into worry as he walked out of the warrior's den trying for her scent. Stale! If this scent is her, then she hasn't been here since yesterday! The tom's heart raced, his first thought, The Twolegplace! He rushed out of camp as fast as his paws could, and out into the territory, continuing to speed in the territory as he then came up around the Twolegplace.
Hazelclaw's first instinct; "Pinyondapple! Where are you!" he shouted, nearing the tall fences, his eyes widened as her scent hit his nose, But... I thought she wouldn't come anymore.. I can't keep her down for this.. The tabby sprung onto the fence as he neared and walked along it, trying to find her scent's source.
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Post by Pinyondapple on Nov 12, 2015 22:01:36 GMT -6
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Pinyon was a wreck. A trembling, horrible form in the den.
She hadn't thought the Twolegs would do this. They had... they had been so kind to her... and....
They grabbed her, picked her up and were purring and stroking her. She didn't really like the feeling, but couldn't react as panic set in. She didn't try to get away because she couldn't have gotten away in the state she was in. The terror closed in around her mind, making the edges of her vision black and her mind dizzy.
The Twolegs put a pink collar around her neck, which felt like she was choking on air for how tight it was. It didn't help. At. All.
As soon as the door to freedom closed, anxiety made her limbs move. She exploded around the area, running past tangles of pale legs and darting from obstacle to obstacle, screaming and crying out for Hazelclaw. Eventually she crawled her way under a soft cushion of blue that Twolegs sat on, trembling under there and sobbing. She had whispered, over and over again, that she was done with that adventure. That she wanted to wake up then. That she wanted Hazel there to hold her. To tell her everything was just a nightmare.
She had been a fool to believe it was all a dream. Hours went by, and it seemed her anxiety was only getting worse. Her chest ached and screamed in pain now, and her head had exploded with the absolutely most horrid headache imaginable. And still, she shook and whimpered in hiding.
Hazel.... a soft part of her mind whispered. The part that barely registered the words. Help me....
If she didn't get help soon... she may as well die from shock soon enough.
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Post by Hazelclaw on Nov 12, 2015 22:07:41 GMT -6
Hazelclaw After a long search from the fence, he dared desperately to get closer. The tom jumped in yards and plants looking through invisible barriers into the twoleg's dens. At once, he heard barking.
Hazelclaw screeched, and yowled louder than before, seeing a large fox-like creature chase on him, and he fluffed up, but ran off, re-climbing most of the fences. Pinyon! I know you're here.. but there're too many scents I can't find you!
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Post by Pinyondapple on Nov 15, 2015 20:42:32 GMT -6
{ yeah, that's fine with me! }
Pinyondapple had finally dared to leave the hidden spot, darting into a separate room and looking for an exit. Then her eyes spotted it--a window, by kittypet terms. With a desperate plea, the marbled she-cat bounded up onto the window sill and pressed her face against the glass, whimpering as she realized this wasn't an exit at all. Hazel.... she whispered, staring out at freedom with sad eyes. Was he even looking for her? What if he just forgot she was even in FireClan? What if he found a different friend? What if he found a different she-cat? What if he was happy she was missing? What if he didn't care about her at all? What if FireClan didn't care she was missing? What if they would forget all about her? What if...?!
N-nooooo.... she wailed, sinking down into a curled up form. CloudClan... n-no... please....
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Post by Hazelclaw on Nov 16, 2015 21:43:52 GMT -6
Hazelclaw They probably ate her! he thought, his image of twolegs were monstrous. These large fox-like things.... how can kittypet's cope? he thought breathing even faster than before. He jumped more and more fences, getting tired as he slowed. The tom stopped in one of the yards and waited, trying to calm down.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 2:24:50 GMT -6
(Okay, I know, I said I'd be using Nyara, but...I made a knew character who just so happens to be what you were originally looking for, so...BOOM! Kittypet. With a twist. hehe...Have fun!) The sun was almost searing the young feline's Raven pelt, feeling as though it might just catch alight. It was slightly unpleasant, but it kept the master at bay, the tranquil silence keeping her sane as she tuned out the yowling of some stupid cats. Blinking peaceful blue eyes around the yard, she saw a shivering shape scaling the fences. Lifting her small head, the young cat pricks her ears curiously. Strange, one shouldn't be shivering on such a hot day. Shrugging it off, the she-cat closed her Amber eyes with a sigh, un fazed as it was. However, such peace did not last long as an unfamiliar scent wafted upwind to her, causing her eyes to shoot open with a slight hiss. Getting up, the much younger cat prowled across the garden, the minute she came close enough to see the other clearly, her eyes flashed to silver and her hackles rose. With an enraged hiss, the jet black figure closed the distance between them, glaring at the strange tom. "You, are trespassing..." she meowed, her voice eerily calm compared to her fear driving exterior. "Warrior" she spat out the last part, as though spitting out a bug, her stone cold eyes set in ice as she watched him, daring him to speak or move.On the inside however, she was fighting for control, her eyes would flash to Amber and she shrink back, yet the minute she prepared to speak a warning, the dark would take control once more. "Please, leave me alone!" she yowled as her eyes flashed to amber once more, filled with terror. Hoping the other wouldn't get the wrong idea, she went to assure him, but it was back in control. She circled him with narrowed eyes, curiosity as well as anger now. She might take advantage of the fact the real kitty was trying to protect him. "In case you hadn't realised, the owner of this pathetic little body wants to protect you. But I'm afraid I can't let that happen" she purred, an evil looking smirk appearing on her face as she circled the Tom like a hungry shark. Suddenly she backed away, eyes change again. "Leave me ALONE," and the dark was gone with a hiss in the young one's mind. Trembling slightly, the young cat remembered the yowling from before and quickly connected it with this Tom. He'd seemed to be running from something, but previously looking for something, calling for someone. Shaking off her slight fear like nothing had happened, glad the shadow was in check for the moment, the young one whisked around. "I can help you, follow me. Ask questions on the way." With that said, the Raven feline brushed past the Tom quickly and followed his scent line till she reached where she'd first spotted him. "Who are you looking for?" she asked suddenly, for one finds it easier to follow a scent without distractions. Fortunately kitty pets were used to channeling out so many scents, so Unknown to warriors, they were perfect for the job. There might just be some bumps in the rode with this particular feline. (Okay, so much more interesting, though if you want me to stick with Nyara, I can delete and do so. It was just a spark of the moment thing, bringing in an old character of mine who I always wanted to roleplay again since she was deleted on the other site. Also, as a note, seeing as there is nothing for you to refer to, she is about the age of a new-ish apprentice, so seven moons? And she black with Amber eyes and a collar. Very shy but intelligent and quick thinking. She does however have a semi to full evil counterpart with silver eyes being the only changing feature. Very aggressive and territorial, again maintaining the same intellect) (Also, feel free to kick me out if I posted too early. I know I should have waited for the go ahead, and to offer Shadow, I'm a tad impatient when I'm bored and it comes to plots. Sorry  PS italics is the darker shadow) |
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Post by Pinyondapple on Nov 18, 2015 21:57:46 GMT -6
{ I'm fine with it, since all Pinyon is doing is hiding ^-^ }
Pinyon shivered against the window. She couldn't give up. But she was. She had to see if Hazelclaw really wasn't coming... he had to be, though... right?
I-I can't.... she thought, crouching into a trembling mess once more. She really was ready to go home. She felt sick, and tired, and alive, and dead, and betrayed and... and... horrified that this had happened.
Was anyone really going to save her, though?
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Post by Hazelclaw on Nov 19, 2015 20:33:28 GMT -6
Hazelclaw Hazelclaw took deep breaths, and looked at the sky, Oh CloudClan, recognize that this is a fine young warrior I'm looking for! Vital for FireClan! He heard and scented something new, and believed it was a lazy fat kittypet. But as he spotted the feline, he stopped. What does this kittypet want?
He watched the feline seem to completely changing before his eyes, and he let out a hiss. But then the feline offered help, and he slit his amber eyes. "Should I trust you?" he asked slowly, "A friend.."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 1:22:52 GMT -6
The young feline pins her ears slightly, or at least the dark does, but the five moon kitten forced her ears to prick again and glanced at the older Tom, shoving the dark away from her. "Me you can trust. For now at least" she promised, turning her gaze upon the Tom with uncertainty tainting her words. As he responded to her question, she nodded and whisked her tail as a gesture to follow. "Come" she told him gently, trying to pick up the scent the Tom had been following. "We do not have long though. She may be back." Her eyes and prickling fur portrayed her fear of the strange angry catlike creature. Maybe it was a Spirit? However, whatever her eyes might appear to show, her voice was calm, yet eerily distant, like she was ages away somehow. Shrugging it off, she sniffed around a little, having lived in twoleg place since before the 'spirit' had started taking action, she picked the scent up quicker than forest cats might. Though she did appear quite like a forest cat, despite her collar and masters, she did hunt for herself, and she was sleek and fit, small thanks to age though long. Most kitty pets were fat and lazy, eating slop and hardened rabbit droppings. This disgusted her, but she still spoke to them anyway. "I think I caught her trail" the young feline mewed gently, catching the scent of a scared she-cat muddled with twoleg scent. Also thrown in was the acrid tang of a monster. She finally had an idea of who took the warrior, but it meant for dogs and monsters, as well as the other returning, for she knew they'd need her help. Not yet...(Sorry, I'm strange ) |
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Post by Pinyondapple on Dec 3, 2015 22:42:04 GMT -6
{ umm... seems our kittypet friend... died... shall we just assume Hazel found the trail and went his own way from there? }
Pinyon had then found it. Another weird, square thing. With the clear barrier--a window, she had to keep reminding herself. But it was hard to think at all in this kind of situation. The window itself as a tad raised, expect another invisible barrier blocked her out still.
"Hazelclaw!" she tried to call for help.
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Post by Hazelclaw on Dec 4, 2015 17:47:54 GMT -6
Hazelclaw Hazelclaw sniffed his way through the place, and grew more upset. They ate her. he thought sniffing the air. He moved more slowly over fences and into yards. Suddenly his nose felt the familiar hint of her scent. Pinyon! She's probably in their food pile! The large tabby followed her scent over a few more fences, and was surprised he could find the smell in the gross fumes of the twolegplace. "Pinyondapple?!" he shouted, waiting for an answer. He came with her scent strengthening, and hoped he'd find her alive.
The tom looked in ever window, hoping to see the beautiful pelt of hers, yet hoped she was in a easy situation.
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