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Post by Shad on Aug 28, 2015 15:55:47 GMT
A huge figure wandered aimlessly in the pre-dawn light. Before coming to this forest, the tribe Healer had warned her to trust her intuition as much as her senses. That strange things happened among the rogues that lived here, and she would live longer if she accepted the strangeness early on. Trees closed in on Crescent on every side. How long had it been since she saw the forest? Years. She remembered her brother... The shecat lost track of her errant thought as she squeezed between a bush and a tree, losing a bit of fur along the way. She really shouldn't be leaving such an obvious scent trail, but she did not know the paths. She had never been to this area. A passing rogue had told her there was a big hill in the middle of this land. Crescent had also heard whispers of large groups of cats moving around. She figured if she just sat on the hill long enough, at least ONE of them groups would pass by and would know something about her brother. At least up high she would have a better chance at spotting them. But then again, was it safe? Crescent chewed her lip indecisively as she scrabbled over a fallen tree. If her brother truly was here, what if she ran into someone that didn't like him? What if they led her astray and she never found him? The soft white shecat forced herself to remember the Healer's words and calm down. She knew there was at least one cat she could trust here. She just had to find him. Looking up through the trees, Crescent guessed they had lessened somewhat. Did that mean she was closer? She wasn't sure, but she was sure that the sun would be upon her soon and she only had a few more hours to find shelter. Heatstroke was a real threat when you had as much fur as she did, and she had no intention of dying. At least, not yet. |
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 1:21:38 GMT
The silver tabby tom walked up the hill, ears perked. Birchtail had sent him back to see if any more cats had showed up. If they had, then he was to ask them about joining the clan. Of course, was he really the one that should have been sent? He was a serious tom with a scarred up body. He looked intimidating, even for his young age. Perhaps Birchtail should have came himself. Or they could have sent Thunderstar or Rookshadow. For Starclan's sake, even Firecloud would be a good option!
But nope, Cavernpaw was stuck scouting this hill. Of course, as he was coming up onto a hill, a scent trail caught his attention. He was confused. Why was it so strong? What kind of cat left such an obvious trail leading to them? Was this cat mouse-brained? He was about to find out, that was for sure. So his large paws began carrying him after the scent, which was leading towards the hill.
Eventually he came upon a she-cat. Holy smokes, that was a large she-cat, and Cavernpaw was no small cat. This she-cat had to be as large as one of the toms back at the temporary camp. What was she doing anyways? She looked lost, to tell you the truth.
"Hey! You! Are you lost? I grew up in these territories. Can I help you?" he asked. He was definitely young and most cats his age probably shouldn't be out by themselves, but with the life he had been through, he could take care of himself.
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Post by Shad on Aug 29, 2015 2:08:16 GMT
Crescent "Eeep!"The shecat leaped a whole taillength in the air as a loud voice came from behind her. Gah! She had never even heard him coming! He could have pounced on her and done who-knows-what and she would have been clueless! She knew she was rusty at working her way around a forest but this was just ridiculous! How did cats live like this? There was no space! There were trees and sticker bushes and- ACK! The towering white shecat tumbled over to the side as she misplaced her feet and smashed her toes into a tree root. She tried to yank her foot up, but that made her back leg slip on some leaves and then her chin was slamming into the ground in a decidedly ungraceful fall. "Stupid plants," she whimpered. "What did I ever do to them? I mean, I eat them sometimes, but I never thought they would hold a grudge! It's not like it's your brother or anything, only a distant cousin or something."Twitching her whiskers to shake off the pain in her chin, leg, and toes, she opened her deep blue eyes to look up at an average sized grey-ish white tom. Oh. Er. Large size? Forest cats were small. Had to remember that. Large grey-sh white tom then. "Hi. Are you average size or is everyone here just really small? It's been a while so I don't quite remember." |
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 2:22:02 GMT
Cavernpaw watched with a blank look as the she-cat leaped into the air with an 'Eeep!' and even as she crashed to the ground very ungracefully. He flicked his tail tip as she ranted about eating plants. She was odd. what kind of cat ate plants unless they were herbs? Then something about plants being brothers or cousins? He wasn't sure and he could care less.
His fur fluffed up as he was called small. "I'm actually bigger than many cats here!" he retorted, tail lashing. He snorted once and shook his head.
"Now, do you need help or not? I'm trying to find cats for a group, if you'd like to join. If not, then I will be on my way," he said sharply.
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Post by Shad on Aug 29, 2015 2:35:27 GMT
Crescent The shecat's face heated in embarrassment as she realized her blunder. Right. Tom's didn't like their size questioned. She knew that. She had momentarily forgotten. She -very carefully- stood up and offered an apologetic smile. "Yes. Sorry. You're right. You are quite big. Sorry," she mewed quickly. Not realizing how patronizing that sounded, she flinched at the sharp look she received as the tom lashed his tail. She had to admit, it was a very nice tail. Very soft and fluffy-looking. He had a neat coat too. It wasn't white or grey but a smattering of both. She kind of wanted to touch it... "Now do you need help or not?""Oh!" Crescent scrambled to sit at attention. She had a mission. A sad mission, but it was her mission none the less. "Yes, I, er, need..."The shecat nibbled her lip as she considered the tom in front of her. She wondered if he was from the mountains with all those scars. Guard toms were traditionally deemed more and more attractive based upon how many they had. It showed their willingness to protect the Tribe, even at the cost of their flesh. Maybe he was vain about them? She could try to soften him up to get his help. But she wasn't very good at that. And with Slate fresh in her mind she had no desire to get too close to the male. Even if he was smaller than her. She did need help though. Maybe there was a middle ground? Taking a deep breath for confidence, Crescent said, "I'm looking for someone. Can you help me? You have very nice scars." |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 2:41:25 GMT
Thunderstar had spent the morning talking with other cats, trying to get everyone organized and on the same page, and now that he had some free time he decided to go join Cavernpaw in searching for new clan members. Quickly he picked up his scent and was tracking him before too long, but as he drew near, another scent became blatantly obvious to him. Slightly sending him on edge. He slowed himself to a walk and approached both cats with careful, quiet steps and an even gaze, before taking a seat next to Cavernpaw.
"Hello Cavernpaw, doing well in your mission it would seem."
Thunderstar twitched his whiskers with amusement in his eyes for a brief moment before returning to his even gaze and facing the newcomer with his full attention. He dipped his head in greeting before beginning.
"Is their anything we can do to help you? I'm Thunderstar, by the way"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 2:46:08 GMT
Cavernpaw snorted at Thunderstar's comment. He didn't take his eyes off of the she-cat in front of him, though. He lashed his tail a few times. "Nice scars? Thanks, I guess. And who are you looking for. I can't help unless you tell me who," he responded, sitting down. He hunched over, a bit annoyed. What is with these crazy cats?
"I'm Cavernpaw, by the way. Even, though I should have my warrior name by now..." he mumbled, yellow eyes blinking before they were right back on the massive cat in front of him. The last part was obviously directed towards Thunderstar, hoping he'd mention it to Starlingfur.
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Post by Shad on Aug 29, 2015 2:57:47 GMT
Crescent
"Then act like an adult and not a petulant child and you might one day get it," Crescent responded chidingly.Then promptly dropped her ears in embarrassment, flicking her tail over her paws to keep from fidgeting. "Sorry. I used to teach the young ones. Habit." She cleared her throat and looked to the smaller tom, who seemed to be taking charge. Wow. She kind of wanted to compare their paws just to see how small his was. She could probably swallow up both of his front feet with just her left paw. So different. So strange. She had forgotten."I'm trying to find someone," she repeated. "His name is Bolt, um, something. I don't actually know his adult name," she admitted sheepishly. "Do you know him? Or maybe know someone who knows him? Maybe?" |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 3:11:09 GMT
Thunderstar's ears drooped slightly as Cavernpaw spoke of his warrior name, or better said lack of. he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the younger cat. He was robbed of something he deserved some time ago. Regardless, Thunderstar couldn't help him right now, though he might mention something to Starlingfur next time they spoke. However when the She-cat scolded him, his eyes grew slightly hostile for only a second before she apologized. Thunderstar contemplated saying something but decided against it. it wasn't worth starting a fight over, especially now. So he let it slide, though what she asked for peaked his interest.
Bolt? Really? What could she want with Boltfang. Unless their is another Bolt in the forest? Is there? hmm...
"Bolt eh?"
Thunderstar glanced at Cavernpaw before turning back to the She-cat.
"What does he look like? Do you know?"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 3:15:55 GMT
Cavernpaw's fur bristled as he bared his teeth at the she-cat. "I'm not a kit, you fleabag," he snapped, tail lashing. He growled at her apology, but said nothing as Boltfang's name came up. Well, at least part of it. He had heard Rookshadow speaking of the tom, nothing bad. Although he had noticed a few looks from some other cats when ever the tom was brought up.
He caught Thunderstar's glance. "A description would help. We don't know how many Bolt's could be in this forest," he snapped, uncurling his lip. He knew Bolt wasn't a common name, so she was most likely talking about the only Bolt in the whole forest. At least, that he knew of.
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Post by Shad on Aug 29, 2015 3:24:41 GMT
Crescent The shecat gave Cavernpaw a patient smile, like a parent dealing with a particularly fussy kit, but did not reply to his barb. She did not know how things worked in the forest, but in the mountains, only a child would speak so to an adult. She doubted the tom was physically much younger than she was, but if his clan had yet to give him his adult name, then he still maintained the status of a child and he should accept that. Hubris would serve him well -but that was for his teachers to share, and she was not one of them. When the small tom, Thunderstar, asked the lynx point shecat what Bolt was like she went still for a moment before speaking. "He's black and white with a grey belly. Blue eyes. An ego the size of the mountains and a brain too small to fit in a nut shell," she mewed, straight-faced. |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 3:30:52 GMT
Thunderstar's eye twitched for a moment before he responded. In fact he sat in silence for some time before he replied. how matter of factly she replied, almost as if they had spoken yesterday. It was almost like she had a history with him. The Boltfang he knew didn't have any siblings, at least he thought so. After a moment of recollecting himself.
"I do know of a cat who might fit that description.... But if he is the one you know, I warn you... he's not... right..."
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Post by Shad on Aug 29, 2015 3:49:36 GMT
Crescent The shecat's heart plummeted at Thunderstar's hesitation. Oh sweet rivers. He was dead, wasn't he? That had to be why he kept her in suspense. He did not want to break it to her. She knew Bolt had been a fighter. What would she do if he was gone? How would she- ? Crescent made no attempt to hide her relief when the tom finally spoke. He was still alive. Thank the lights of Silverpelt. She waved away the tom's vague warning with a heedless flick of her tail. "In all honesty," she confided, rising to her paws, "I would be incredibly surprised if he was all there."She looked around the forest with a new eagerness. "I'm Crescent by the way. Now, where is Bolt? Take me to him!" she requested with a delighted purr, practically bounding over to brush against Cavernpaw. Ha! She had been right. So soft and silky... She liked these cats already. They were great! |
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Post by Thunderstruck on Aug 29, 2015 3:57:09 GMT
Thunderstar had to hold his jaw up to keep it from dropping. This She-c...err.. Crescent had went from defensive and quiet to bounding over Cavernpaw and rubbing up against him and purring. He had to admit, that wasn't what he expected, but flashing Cavernpaw a look of sympathy before turning to walk back to where the group had been staying. This was bound to be even more interesting of a morning than he had first thought. Either way, he looked back to the She-cat as he began walking.
"We'll go... Maybe he's in a good mood today. He did just find his mate again, so you might be in luck. Cavernpaw, you lead ahead"
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Post by Kibbles on Aug 29, 2015 4:03:45 GMT
It was Cavernpaw's turn to leap a tail-length into the air. He landed a few feet away, fur fluffed out and tail held up. He looked very angry at this point. Who had given this she-cat permission to even touch him? He growled a bit, but saw Thunderstar's look as well. He snorted once before taking the lead.
His tail swished behind him as he walked, heading back towards the group. His eyes were narrowed and he made sure to tell Birchtail to shove it the next time he was asked to go find cats. That wouldn't land him in a good position with Starlingfur, though. He bared his teeth, realizing that he had to listen to the tom or he was going to be deemed a bad warrior.
"Keep your paws to yourself while we're here. Everyone is on edge," he said to Crescent.
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