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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Apr 28, 2009 18:01:09 GMT -5
Prairiedust padded through the forest. She kept her paws silent and scanned the undergrowth for prey. Sniffing she paused for a moment to listen. Then she saw a movement at the bottom of a tree. It was a fat squirrel. It looked like the same one that had been annoying her and Darkridge.
Padding forth lightly on her paws she paused when the creature stopped and flicked it's ears. It then continued to nibble on some fallen nuts. The Mapleclan she-cat kept going. She watched the ground for fallen debris that could cause her to make noise by stepping on it.
Once she leaned into a crouch the squirrel froze again. As she stopped holding her breath and not moving the creature to a step toward the tree. Another step and it bolted up the tree. She followed scrapping up the trunk and stopped as the squirrel lept off a skinny branch and kept going from tree to tree. She had learned from Darkridge not to follow a squirrel from one tree to the next.
"Mouse dung... How does a squirrel that fat still jump like that?" She asked herself once she had climbed down to watch the squirrel jump from branch to branch.
((I was a bit lost in how to start. I hope this works. XD))
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Apr 28, 2009 21:48:37 GMT -5
Kicking a large thorny bush behind him, Darkridge clambered after her. Realizing the noise as a mistake of his, the warrior suddenly became silent. He muttered under his breath, before turning to his friend with a smile.
"Aw well, I suppose any squirrel that talented in the art of evasion deserves to live anyways. Must be the reason it's so fat! It's not scared at all! I admit, I'm not scared of too much myself, but I didn't end up fat at least..."
He shrugged and continued moving through the gorse, checking for the noise or smell of prey. Wishing secretly to himself he were a little more social, he contiued the search. Life would be a lot easier if he only knew how to make a true friend, someone he could really rely on to confide secrets and protect them like a hero. Each and every secret to be given like a soft whisper, and a calm, tranquil hero to let him say them. Someone who guarded his secrets like a traditional superhero guarded the innocent citizens of grandiose cities. Ever so gently, ever so timidly, He could utter to them the words he hadn’t shared before. They were theirs to keep, and protection was their duty. His hero could become his guardian, a trustworthy individual Darkridge lent the most sacred parts of his mind to. But if only he knew where to start...
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Post by ~XxLone*WolfxX~ on Apr 29, 2009 11:03:19 GMT -5
Prairiedust returned the smile and nodded.
"Yes. I suppose that is true. But still it would be nice if the thing resisted annoying us all to death." She commented following a couple tail lengths behind him.
The she-cat was normally friendly but she had not really drawn close to anyone in clan. Aside from her mother that is. Then there was Sapphireheart but that was simply a friendship. Nothing past fairly good friends. She didn't have best friends. Even though she had no reason to not trust others she was still cautious. But she was finding she was partial to Darkridge. He seemed to have similar views on some things. Still since she did not know much of the tom she could not know if this was the truth. Yet she would like to know more about him.
A few cautious steps toward where she could smell a mouse. The small creature shuffle around in the leaves looking for some food. With spring coming many creatures were starting to come out so there was a lot of prey. She padded forth staying low and quiet. At what seemed to be the right moment she lept and landed on the mouse. With a swift bite to the neck she killed the small morsel and carried it over to bury it under a root. A good marking so that she would not forget where she put it.
"A mouse was my first prey. Of course it was a baby mouse in a barn outside of clan territory during a battle. Back when the clan had to flee the camp. I believe it was from rogues." She spoke as she buried the mouse.
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Post by *Sinister*Dreams* on Jul 19, 2009 21:06:23 GMT -5
Darkridge had been battling within himself for quite some time, and though to others his next action may have seemed a bit random, but to him it made perfect sense. In frustraction, he sunk his claws deep into the ground, hackles raised, as he spun to face Prairiedust.
"Alright, look she-cat. I'm a horrible cat. I have anger issues, my pride is the size of that squirrel behind us, I've killed cats before and will likely do it again, and I don't even have a right to be thinking the thoughts I am today. I'd make a horrible mate for you and our kits would be disgusted by the thought I was their father and knowing that of all the nobility in my family I was the cowards and the one who ended up as their dear old dad but here I am thinking it anyways and if you'd be willing to have me, I'd be your mate in a heartbeat because despite all I've tried to avoid and the affection I'm running from I still admire you beyond all others and love you anyways and it's maddening but here I am."
He stood still, mouth gaping open. Had she understood that? He'd spoken very rapidly and afraid he'd said too much, he bit his lower lip.
'Oops' was a very fitting word.
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