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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 5, 2009 20:41:22 GMT -5
A tom stepped forward from the rustling strands of tall grasses. He had once walked this forest as a younger cat. The look of innocence he once held was replaced with a hard, stern look of a weary traveler. He had seen many happenings during his time away that made him grow emotionally and physically. That chapter of his life had come to a conclusion, and now he was ready to travel his old home again. Sludge wondered if anyone would even recall his reign as the rogue leader. It all seemed so long ago that barely he even remembered it. Born a prince, he was fully convinced he would die alone and forgotten. When he reached the border that marked where the rogue territory he lifted his muzzle curiously. The forgotten prince could not recognize any of the scents of the cats who made the markers. Everything was so familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Only one thing was for certain, he had returned.
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jul 5, 2009 22:13:18 GMT -5
As an unfamiliar scent reached Crackett, the golden brown tom looked up, startled, but alert. Having gotten used to spending more time above ground, and less hidden away with his mother, it hadn't taken too long for the bright young cat to remember scents. Creeping warily towards the source of the scent, Crackett made his way closer and closer to another tom, older and more...experienced. He blinked, taking in the strange cat's appearance. Even though he looked as any who has travelled far, there was something else, a noble air? He himself had been told that he too, looked like one to have been born from good blood, and he was, though there was probably only two other cats in the whole entire canyons who knew that as a fact. Gathering up his courage, the golden tom stepped forwards, and cleared his throat, ears twitching. "Hi. Are you from around here...?"
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 5, 2009 22:30:16 GMT -5
Sludge gazed blankly past the younger cat that stood before him. He was deep in thought before a voice broke through the barriers of his mind. It was then that the prince came to earth. He wasn't too sure how to respond to the cat's question. Could he really still call himself apart of this land? His emotional ties to this canyon were broken long ago and were now mending themselves, "I'm not sure anymore...Its been a very long while, Perhaps before you or your mother were kitted..." he said finally with a distracted tone. From appearance, one would wonder if the tom was mentally on the rouge border. At first glance, he would seem to be very disheveled, lost, even. His fur was not as closely tended to as it once had been. A large, deep scar had been placed across his shoulder. There was a searching look in his green eyes. It seemed he had lost his touch with the world.
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Post by Spottednose on Jul 5, 2009 23:51:13 GMT -5
Charmingbeauty wandered amlessly around the woods. She hadn't seen any cats in awhile, and she was begining to get bored, but she tried to keep her spirits lifted. Suddenly she came appon two cats. "Oh, I'm sorry." She purred. "Am I enterupting something?" She asked, trying to be polight. Maybe these cats would talk to her, so she wouldn't be bored.
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 5, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
Sludge turned to the newcomer, his clouded green eyes were flicked in her direction. At first he didnt know how to react, it had been a very long while since he had been in the company of other felines. Memories, thoughts seemed to be the only company the tom had. Sludge paused for a moment then responded, "..No not at all, who may you be?" He tried to sound interested, but he only sounded half as distracted as before. Was his mate still alive? His kits? All these distractions were leading him away from his reasons of returning to the canyon.
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Post by Spottednose on Jul 6, 2009 0:07:20 GMT -5
"I'm Charmingbeauty," She said purring. "And what shall I call you two?" She asked. The older tom seemed distracted, but she didn't know why. "You seem distracted. Are you looking for some thing? Someone?" She asked. The orange stripped she-cat sat down, and tilted her head, waiting for him to respond.
((Sorry for the short post... XP))
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 6, 2009 0:17:01 GMT -5
"...You can call me Sludge." the tom replied. It had been some time since he had spoken his own name. The action comforted him that he was someone again. He wondered if anyone remembered...if anyone even would recall his name. Did anyone still think about him? It was as if he had just dropped off the face of the earth. Sludge drifted his attention half-heartedly to the she-cat once more, "...Yes, but i doubt you could help me.."
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jul 6, 2009 0:17:39 GMT -5
Crackett shifted uneasily, tail twitching. He didn't usually do so well in the presence of multiple cats, having had such a sheltered life. And the fact that the time that he actually came out with Hawktalon to aid Zane's band in battle had resulted his father's death wasn't exactly a good thing either. The tom's auburn eyes regarded the two other cats with curiosity. The tom seemed a little lost; there was a faraway look in his green orbs. Maybe he was from here? "Um. My name's Crackett. Nice to meet you." Hawktalon had taught him and his brother all about the sometimes bloody history of the rogues. The different families, the changing of the ones who claimed the thrones. Crackett knew them all, everyone from Masquerade, Blade, to Unicornsbane. ((Sorry. Muse-less))
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 6, 2009 0:26:26 GMT -5
"Yeah.." Sludge mumbled. He looked to Crackett, suddenly feeling a small twinge of curiousity. The prince's tail twitched as if he had an idea, "Has anyone ever told you about my father? And Dyllusi? It seems so far away when it happened...have the rogues forgotten?" he meowed. The grey clouds that filled his green eyes seemed to part for a second when he spoke.
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Post by Spottednose on Jul 6, 2009 0:28:11 GMT -5
Charmingbeauty nodded a greeting to both of the cats as they each said their names. "Nice to meet you too," She purred. She was purring because she was happy that she had found some cats to talk to. "How do you know I can't help you? What do you need? Charmingbeauty at your serves." She meowed playfully. At the last part, she put a hand to her chest and bowed.
((Sorry, my muse is really low...))
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jul 6, 2009 0:30:00 GMT -5
Crackett wasn't sure what to say. It was never smart to let strangers know how much you knew, after all. Better have them underestimate them. But... "Sludge. Son of Blade." He mewed quietly, gaze fixed onto the ground, shifting his weight from one side to another. "Dyllussi is gone, succeeded by...Unicornsbane, succeeded by...Renegade, now Valeshadow." Crackett took a shy glance at the older tom. He deserved to know, after all.
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 6, 2009 0:36:13 GMT -5
So the rogues did not forget him? This pleased Sludge, even if it was for just a second. Doors seemed to be unlocked, paths now discovered. The tom wondered if, just maybe..his family had survived the passage of time. All his friends were probably dead, killed in all the wars that lead up to all the successors gaining power. Maybe there was hope of gaining back his life here. Maybe, just maybe. It seemed foolish to put all your hope and strength in a possibility.
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on Jul 6, 2009 9:46:32 GMT -5
Green eyes flashed from the shadows of an overhanging rock. She knew she had seen him. She had almost sensed his presence when he had entered the loner meadow to get to the rogue canyon. So the prince was back. Of course, Magic had never seen him as a prince, never bowed down to him as her ruler. In honest truth, even if he was born a prince, she had a feeling that he wouldn't end up one now. The rogues had changed, and soon would embark on a journey that they had never thought to take. Living with the clan cats to try and cure the sickness. It was desperate, but still serious. Valeshadow had taken the news when he heard about it with a stone face. In these instances, the black and white she-cat was glad she wasn't a rogue or clan cat. Loners seemed immune to whatever the sickness was. Of course, she did kind of wish that perhaps one of her sisters, Enchanted or Sia, would fall susceptible to it.
"Sludge." she murmured, stepping out from the shade and into the searing heat, "I know your scent." A smile spread upon her lips for a moment, but it soon dropped when another thought came to her. She had loved Sludge, she still did, in fact. Yet there had been another she-cat, too. "No one knows what has become of Leaffrost. Perhaps she disappeared like you, or maybe the sickness took her. No matter- she is gone, unless one of you rogues have seen her wandering around. With Ace, perhaps."She muttered the last part under her breath. Gossip traveled around the loner meadow. That was old gossip, but still info.
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Post by Greenpaw on Jul 6, 2009 13:31:55 GMT -5
The tom's green eyes flicked in the direction of the she-cat. He wondered if it was really her. All of this seemed so dream-like. Sludge felt confined in a world he did not belong. He was destined to be a prince. Sludge was lost for words, yet again. His memories were coming to life. He stood and gazed at her for what appeared to be a century, "Magic?" he whispered, "Is that really you? Its been moons..." His blank expression revealed some emotion that was well-hidden behind the stony barrier he built between himself and the world. Leaffrost was gone? Ace, too? The prince didn't know how he should react to that, so he pushed those feelings aside. He had love for the loner she-cat. But still, she could not compare to his beloved Leaffrost..
Sludge had not fully heard what she said, something about a 'sickness'... What could this be? And who was Valeshadow? Times had certainly changed. It could not be determined how they interpreted this change; for better, or for worse. But from his standpoint, things seemed to have turned down a wrong path. "....What do you mean, 'sickness'?" Sludge questioned the she-cat, gaining her eye contact, "And who is Valeshadow....?"
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Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on Jul 6, 2009 15:07:01 GMT -5
Magic winced at the loss on his face. She really did feel sorry for him. She'd known how much Sludge had adored Leaffrost. That's why she had left in the big Clan vs. Rogue battle. She'd known that their relationship was more friendly. So she'd gone. That didn't mean she had stopped watching the clans and rogues. She watched as confusion pass over his face, but decided to let him ask the questions before she answered.
"No one really knows much about the sickness." Magic murmured sadly, "The clans and rogues mysteriously started falling ill, and the next thing you know, there are cats dying on a mass scale. Nearly half the clans and rogues numbers have been depleted. No one knows what caused it. These magic cats that call themselves the Circuit Board then show and say they have a cure. The cure, you ask? The clans and rogues have to live together in camps and work together in order to be cured. Apparently everyone has it. Well, not the loner. Probably not you or I, but clan cats and rogues do. It's ridiculous, right?"
She let out a little sigh, her eyes sorrowful, as if even the deaths of strangers tug her heart. In fact, they probably did. Magic may not look it on the outside, but inside the black and white cat's stony exterior, she really was compassionate. "Valeshadow you ask?" she chewed her lip, "No one really knows much about him. Everyone knows that Masquerade died, but no one was exactly sure who killed him. Most left it as an unanswered question and forgot. Unicornsbane came, then Renegade. There was a battle between the rogues and Pewterclan and Crescentclan, and it is said that Renegade was killed and the rogues retreated." a ghost of a smile flickered upon her lips, as if she knew something they didn't know, "Anyways, the tunnel rogues were a tad unsettled until this strange, young tom came from the 'deepest trenches of the underground'. He doesn't claim any heritage, but everyone accepted him as their leader. He's young, but seems older. Rumor has it that he's the one who killed Masquerade." Magic said the last part quietly, yet there was still something in her voice that said that she didn't quite believe. Valeshadow would've only been a kit anyways. In her mind, she believed there was a whole other branch of the tunnels where Valeshadow had a family. But who really knew?
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