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Post by Belladonna on May 16, 2017 19:14:02 GMT -6
Loki Belladonna was getting fairly bored of not being DeathClan's leader, but there wasn't really anything she could do about it. Pain was nowhere to be found, and she couldn't just step up and take his place, no one would have any reason to accept her authority.
Wandering her old home, Bella found that she still disliked the place, and wondered how she'd ever managed to live there. Hunting was fairly easy, though, there were plenty of mice hanging around the old twoleg structures, and she made sure to eat well. Besides hunting, there really wasn't that much to do. At least it was quiet, giving Bella a chance to think. It was like she couldn't get a moments rest without another cat showing up out of nowhere.
Speak of the Devil. Belladonna's nose twitched as she detected a new scent entering the air, and she calmly waited for the cat to show themself. Or perhaps they would pass by each other without any sort of exchange, what a relief that would be.
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Post by Loki on May 17, 2017 4:45:40 GMT -6
 T he day had been fairly nice, and that wasn't something to easily be ignored. The grass in the plains swayed gently with the breeze, and with it carried the faintest traces if warm dirt. But that wasn't the only scent that it carried. As Loki padded toward the Farm, a place he disliked, a new scent hit his nose. It was a surprise to him, but he wasn't exactly sure why. He had met many cats, but there were still many more out there. This scent, however, was not that of a loner, but carried the same smells that he was found on Sky. (I had no idea how to write that sentence.) This cat was a Deathclanner. Loki couldn't spot the cat yet, and he crouched down in the grass, making it impossible for the cat to spot him. He wasn't sure why he was hiding. When he was younger, he would prank the other cats, but he didn't think that would be very appealing to this cat. But, since when did he care if something appealed to another cat? He didn't, so he snuck forward on silent paws. He really wasn't sure what he was going to do, but the idea came to him as he went along. He crept along until he spotted a dark brown she-cat. As his gaze narrowed, he crept around her in a large circle, so that if he did happen to make a noise, he was out of earshot. Finally, he silently padded up behind her and stood up as tall as he could, to his full, scary-unreal height. Loki smiled down at her, his eyes glowing. "Hello," he said, letting the word slip off his tongue in a perfectly frightening way. Though judging from her scars, he guessed she wouldn't be scared by a simple greeting. |
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