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Post by Antoinette on Mar 9, 2017 18:06:57 GMT -6
Froststrike
This is one seriously cold rock.
The sun had begun its final descent, and the fading light stretched out Antoinette's shadow as she slunk between the obstacles of RockClan's jagged terrain. Leaping from boulder to boulder, the tiny feline glanced over her shoulders to see the last of the patrols returning to the camp, though it seemed she had gone unnoticed by all.
She was always unnoticed. Perhaps it was because she was an outsider, but maybe it had more to do with her runt size. Either way, it proved to be more convenient than not.
Having been brought to RockClan by a former leader, and since his departing having had no purpose staying with the clan, the former DeathClanner came and went as she pleased. She licked between her claws, cleaning the evidence of her most recent kill from her paws. It was well into leafbare, and prey was scarce. But she lived only for herself, just as she had always done.
That was the true way of life as she had been taught, anyway.
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Post by Froststrike on Mar 9, 2017 22:07:36 GMT -6
Froststrike was usually the only white, full-grown cat in RockClan, so the sight of another had to catch his eye. Well, this cat looked to be about full grown.. Maybe.
He also caught the scent of an unknown cat. It smelled faintly of RockClan, but also a little like DeathClan, too. The scent, and the sight of a little white she-cat intrigued him, and being the charming cat that he was, he had to go make friends. For a moment, he watched her clean the blood off her claws, then attempted to plan a tactful approach. Part of him wanted to use the usual, 'You come here often?' line, but he decided against it. The white tom with green eyes decided to charm his way through it, and wing it.
"You know, it's not very nice to take other cat's things without asking," he said, coming into the newcomer's vision. "I wouldn't mind sharing." |
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Post by Antoinette on Mar 10, 2017 15:45:22 GMT -6
At this, Antoinette smirked mid-groom, and looked up to see who had been daring (or bored) enough to approach her.
Just when I thought I'd get some peace and quiet, as if it weren't the norm already.
"What, so you're assuming I'm an incapable hunter, then? That I have to reply on others to feed me?" Her whiskers twitched, her words stemming with vanity. She was a proud one, that much was for sure.
"I caught this myself, thank-you-very-much," she stated, matter of factly. "And I happen to mind sharing, so you're best to just continue on your way."
Tiny white cat flicked her tail to indicate her annoyance- though, in truth, she was more bemused and curious than irritated at the interruption. It wasn't like she had company all that often, anyway.
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Post by Froststrike on Mar 10, 2017 16:32:55 GMT -6
"I didn't say you were an incapable hunter, but I did imply that you were a dishonest thief," Froststrike said, his emerald eyes twinkling. He watched the she-cat's body language, noting that she seemed to be annoyed. He didn't care if she was irritated, that just meant more fun for him.
Froststrike laughed, coming closer to the newcomer. He was amused, too. He hadn't met too many outsiders in his moons, this was a new opportunity for Froststrike. He was very curious to learn why she was here.
"So tell me, tiny cat, what brings you to RockClan?" the white tom asked, his voice smooth and cool. |
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Post by Antoinette on Mar 10, 2017 18:03:19 GMT -6
"If you must know, I've been here for quite some time, now." Antoinette replied flatly.
Her whiskers twitched at his accusation.
"A dishonest thief? Whatever would you mean? I caught this fair and square. I'm a RockClanner now, so I'm entitled to hunt on this territory! Hawkstar welcomed me moons ago. It's your fault if you haven't noticed."
Despite the fact that she was telling the truth, she flattened her ears at her words. Yes, many moons had passed, but she felt no more of a RockClanner than she did back then. In truth, she wasn't sure whether or not she would ever escape the life of a rogue- she had even played with the idea of returning to her home now and again.
She narrowed her eyes, but the small light of a grin danced quietly in the shadows of her expression. This was entertaining; for the most part, Antoinette enjoyed good banter now and again, it gave her a thrill of sorts.
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Post by Froststrike on Mar 17, 2017 13:37:58 GMT -6
// sorry for the late reply, I've been away on spring breaaaak
"Last time I checked, Hawkstar was not the leader of this Clan anymore. Besides, if you've been here for moons, why is the scent of RockClan so faint? Why is your scent new to me?" Froststrike mewed smoothly, rolling his green eyes.
Froststrike wasn't a young warrior, he would know if a rogue had been living in his home. It bothered him that she took RockClan prey, and kept it to herself. There were queens and kits in need of prey during leafbare, and that was much more important that the appetite of a selfish she-cat. |
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