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Post by Patch on Jan 18, 2016 12:19:12 GMT -6
Patch lurked through the alleys of the twolegplace streets. Her green gaze shown off the lights of the streetlights. Patch heard a noise behind her and she smirked, food finally. The young she-cat turned around and sprinted after a runaway mouse. She crossed the sidewalk to catch her meal, but before she could catch it, somecat got in front of her and Patch fell to the ground, watching her prey get away.
She glanced up at the cat who caused this accident and she hissed as she got up to her paws.
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Slate
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Post by Slate on Jan 18, 2016 12:30:29 GMT -6
Slate was watching a gray youngling sprint after a mouse, his turquoise eyes narrowing as he prepared to shoulder in and take the prey. He pounced, aiming for the mouse and planning to run off with it, but ended up getting intercepted by the she-cat.
Slate hissed, the rodent running away and he turned to the she-cat. "Thanks for that, I could have gotten it if you didn't bump into me." He hissed, most of his old shyness gone in his few days of Deathclan. He was still mostly passive to his clanmates, but to anyone or anything else Slate began to grow cold to.
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Post by Patch on Jan 18, 2016 13:59:43 GMT -6
Patch hissed back at the tom, watching the mouse run away. "Outta my way, brat." She barked as she pushed Slate to the side, continuing to chase after her potential meal in a while. She didn't care if the tom was going to hate her, she wasn't going to starve.
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Post by Slate on Jan 18, 2016 15:12:56 GMT -6
Slate's rage started to rise as this small kit called him the brat. She was the one who interrupted him!.. Right? He shook his head, of course she did! "You call me the brat?" He growled, his claws unsheathing. His mind flashed back to when he refused to fight Dove because he didn't want to fight, now he was flinging himself into a fight.
His fur spiked and his claws unsheathed "Don't mess with a Deathclan warrior, shrimp." Slate snarled, his anger was smothering his shy and passive personality, also his better judgement. Why am I so ang- Who cares? I'll shred her!
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Post by Patch on Jan 18, 2016 15:17:34 GMT -6
Patch looked over her shoulder to see the other cat chasing her, Patch glared and stopped her run. Ugh, these cats are annoying! At the word of deathclan, she smirked as she waited for Slate to come. "Oh, Deathclan, just like Pain!" She said. As the two cats were close, Patch unsheathed her claws and tried to rake at the toms side.
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Post by Slate on Jan 18, 2016 18:42:34 GMT -6
Slate's ears twitched. Like Pain..? Who the heck has a name like Pain? He didn't have time to think about it as Patch attacked, swiping at his side and digging into his thick fur. She tried to rake it, but it just dug deep enough into his thick pelt to nick the skin. It bled slightly, but it was almost painless.
"Do you really plan to do some damage?" Slate asked, his paw rising "Because you need a little something-" He reared up, his claws unsheathed and brought it down, planning to hit her face. "-more!"
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Post by Patch on Jan 19, 2016 0:08:05 GMT -6
Patch felt a prick of pride when she saw the slightest bit of blood on his side. But that didn't last long when she was scratched in the face. Blood covered her face, blocking the vision of her left eye. Patch hissed, but then smiled and laughed. She better stop this before there's a dead body or two on the sidewalks. "Nice one, kid. Thanks for the scars, makes me look cooler." She meowed happily. The scratch would probably leave a scar because the search one her face did feel deep.
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Slate
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Post by Slate on Jan 21, 2016 9:12:39 GMT -6
(Sorry for the late reply =.=)
Slate stepped back from the she-cat, blood coating his large claws. Blood drizzled down Patch's face, and she said she like it? "What..." He mumbled "It didn't... Hurt?" He suddenly felt like shrinking back, like his shyness was taking effect finally. His paws backed him away and crouched, I want to run I want to run I want to run.
Slate didn't know if he could chase her off is she persisted and attacked again. What was I thinking? Getting into a fight over a mouse? Anxiety lowered his face to the ground "S-sorry... I-I wasn't thinking..."
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Post by Patch on Jan 21, 2016 16:01:24 GMT -6
Patch kept on laughing, now caring less about the mouse she was after. "Oh COURSE it hurt! She shouted, shaking and licking the blood off her face. "And yeah, if I didn't have common sense, I would have tried to rip you to shreds." Patch said with a humorous smile.
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Post by Slate on Jan 28, 2016 19:51:39 GMT -6
[Sooooo sorry for not replying, I just forgot again and again 3X]
Slate's heart was racing a million miles an hour Why did I fight? Why why why why- and so forth. He completely changed, his back was in a high arch and he had a wild look in his eyes like he was facing a horde of dogs. "I-I attacked-" He could hardly speak "W-what h-" He looked at his claws again, seeing the red stains of Patch's blood on its ivory surface.
Slate panicked. "I hurt someone!!" He yowled "Why?! I didn't want..." He couldn't imagine what Patch must be thinking right now. She doesn't know what I've done... No! Don't think of that, I am in Deathclan! I am strong... His mind was in a twister of thought. He just blankly stared at nothing and slowly lowered himself to the ground. Slate curled up, his head laid on the ground. His eyes twitched up to see Patch, who just saw him have an episode. She has no idea.
"I'm sorry."
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