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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 15:59:52 GMT
Mistheart woke light making it through the brambles. She got up and stretched before walking out into the camp. There weren't many people up. It was, after all, only just past dawn. She was ussually out of camp hunting by dawn, that way she didn't have to have any run ins with most of the clan warriors. 'Ca't I be just a little less shy?' she asked herself, rolling her eyes. She was a new warrior and didn't have any friends. Even her mentor and fellow apprentice that he had been training were up inn starclan. She thought of picking out a small mouse from the fresh kill pile and sitting down to eat, but she didn't seem to have much of an appitite, so she made her way to a rock near the entrance where she laid down and watched the camp. ( vic SORRY FOR SHORTNESS) |
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Post by vic on Jul 25, 2016 8:30:05 GMT
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a certain patchy tomcat had been sent on a dawn hunting patrol with another certain white and grey cat. dragonflare was carrying two fat rabbits in his jaws, feeling the sunlight warm his back. the other cat yelled 'hey, hurry up, you idiot!' and immediately, dragonflare replied. "hey, you squint-eyed weirdo! i'm helping the clan here, ain't i?" the other cat, grayfreeze, stops. 'what did you call me, you pointy-eyed freak?' he jumps onto dragonflare, initiating a battle. the other cats sigh and pull them apart as they try to claw each other.
"i nearly had him! if you'd let me at him for a little longer..." dragonflare continues to argue with the patrol leader, who ignores him as the group enters the clan. "seriously! come on, no one's backing me up?" he grumbles, before feeling himself walk straight into another cat. grayfreeze laughs and dragonflare presses his face against the other tom. "did you just laugh at me, punk?" both cats are given a thump on the head by the patrol leader, who glares at them with an evil glare. 'enough! apologise, dragonflare!'
dragonflare grumbles at his patrol group, who walks away to put their prey on the pile. he huffs and turns back to the cat he had bumped into. "hey! sorry about bumping into you, um.." he grins and flicks his tail in embarrassment. "sorry, i don't know your name! what it is again?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 15:41:16 GMT
Mistheart took a step back, slightly startled. Mistheart." she replied. The warrior had a torn up flank and many injuries. He smelled faintly of loners or rouges. She still had trouble differintiating. "You're Dragonflare, right?" she asked quietly. she was pretty sure she had guessed correctly, but it was always a good idea to ask too.
She had never really met any other cats in this clan not born a clan cat, but she guessed living in a forest at birth would be better than being born a kitty pet like her. they wouldn't get teased quite as much. Not that she minded the teasing. she knew that arguing would make it worse, so she just kept going as she was going. "B-back from a hunting trip?" she asked.
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Post by vic on Jul 26, 2016 2:55:40 GMT
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dragonflare grinned. "right! mistheart! sorry, i don't always forget people's names. 'specially 'cause this is a small clan." he said, again feeling the sunlight shine down from behind a cloud. "yeah, i'm dragonflare! nice to meet you!" he replies, pale green eyes piercing the other cat's gaze. the other cat had a distinct smell of warmth, milk and rust, which normally translates to kittypets.
dragonflare decides not to comment on it, knowing that he still had wisps of his loner days on his pelt. grayfreeze yells to him, 'catch up after you've finished flirting, flamebrain!' and the fiery cat yells back, "i sure will, freezeface!" the groups leader sends the two cats a death glare, and dragonflare quickly clears his throat.
"ah, yeah, we just got back. i always go with those guys - sharpstone's the leader, grayfreeze is the grey idiot, and i'm the best." dragonflare proclaims, grinning. "you good at hunting? i'm not the best. i prefer fighting. it fires me up!" he says, flicking his ear. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 4:25:09 GMT
Mistheart nodded. "Yeah, even on an off day i'll usually get quite a few pieces of prey. I guess that's what you would call good at hunting though. I do hunt a little differently, because my mentor focused on fighting so I had to train myself in other matters. I perfer hunting now, but as a kittypet, i defiantly was a fighter at heart." she giggled as she remembered ruining the furniture and biting the kids and eating their pet rabbit. Looking back on it now, no wonder they had dumped her on the curb. She paused for a moment. "Do you always give cats nicknames?" she asked. Oh, and it appears that you already have something to do after your break. No time for hunting." she smiled.
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Post by vic on Jul 26, 2016 12:50:41 GMT
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dragonflare grins. "wow, that's pretty cool! i normally only get one or two. they're pretty fat and juicy, though! and they taste pretty nice! sharpstone says that i used to tear up all my prey because i thought i was in a fight, and then it'd be inedible." he says, rambling slightly. the grey tom flicks his tail, thinking about his younger days.
so, definitely a kittypet. she didn't even deny it. that's ok, though. "kittypet, huh? that's awesome! i was a loner before i came here. applestar took me in!" he says, puffing up his chest and grinning again. "nicknames? you mean, like, that pervert over there?" dragonflare asks, then hears grayfreeze yell back, 'who're you calling a pervert? you wanna go?' the tom makes a face and shakes his head.
"only for that one. sometimes i call sharpstone a monster, but i normally get hurt pretty bad." dragonflare says, flicking his tail and looking away slightly. "i don't really have much to do. i like to fight, but you already know that. i've never taken sharpstone down in a fight, though. i'd love to try again someday. or maybe even hawkstar? do you reckon i'd win?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 16:21:33 GMT
Mistheart giggled. To her it was pretty funny that Dragonflare had used the same tecniques as her, yet somehow ended up with mauled prey. "I hunt in sneak attacks." another result of her mentor only training her in fighting, she had no proper hunting tecniques whatsoever.
"Taking them in a fight?... I've never met Sharpstone, but I'm sure you could do somewhat of a number. If you train hard enough that is. Hawkstar I have met though. I'm telling you, that cat is shy, not as shy as i usually am, but still shy, but will do quite a number in a duel. He was elected leader for a reason."
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Post by vic on Jul 27, 2016 0:13:54 GMT
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dragonflare thinks for a moment. sneak attacks? what were they? he furrows his eyebrows, actually appearing to be deep in thought, when his train of thought breaks and he starts to think about fighting again. he flicks his tail sharply and goes back to trying to remember sneak attacks. a light breeze ruffles the tom's fur and he starts to think about food, then gives up on sneak attacks.
"yes! thank you!" dragonflare says triumphantly. "you hear that, sharpstone? fight me again!" there's no reply, just a 'hmph', and the fiery tom grins. "i think that's a yes. and hawkstar? i'd definitely take him down!" he says, flicking his ear and prancing around mistheart. "hey, you said you were a kittypet, right? what was it like in the twoleg place?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 0:30:24 GMT
"Now, remember, I did NOT say you had a chance against Hawkstar. And also said you'd have to train hard to take this Sharpstone you speak of. She sighed. She felt more like a mother than she had ever in her life. "Yes, I was born a kitty pet to a rich family in two-leg mannar of speaking. I was rarely let out of the house. I always got what I wanted though. They eventually kicked me out though because i bit their two-leg kit. It was fun ruining all of their stuff though. They would always 'pet' me, it got really annoying." she knew she sounded ungratefull, but it was still how she felt about them.
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Post by vic on Jul 28, 2016 13:04:58 GMT
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dragonflare pouts. "oh, come on, mistheart. i'd 100% win against hawkstar. i'm getting fired up just thinking about it!" he says, excitement filling his sharp, pale green gaze. "and sharpstone? she'd better be the one who has to train hard. right, frozone?" the tom calls the last question to grayfreeze, who huffs and begins to groom himself.
after a while, he answers the question. 'you'd never win against sharpstone. even when we were apprentices, sharpstone was a monster. remember?' the two toms remember sharpstone's glowering face and shiver, before grayfreeze prances off to rainshadow, his mate. dragonflare listens to mistheart intently, then grins.
"that sounds like so much fun. ruining everything is the best. do you prefer it in the clan? i sure do. when i was a loner with my dad, it'd get boring sometimes, but out here, i'm never gonna get bored! i can fight so many people!" dragonflare says, grinning cheekily, before looking up at the cloudy sky. "huh, it might rain soon. i don't like the water. i prefer fire." |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 19:32:15 GMT
Mistheart rolled her eyes. "Exsactly, you would win 100% in a competition where your goal was to lose. You know Hawkstar is the leader for a reason. she sighed.
"Yes, I much per fer the clan. it is much less lonley and torcherous. And fighting people is what dogs band together to do, I'm not sure you can fight just anyone here.
Mistheart nodded as she sniffed the air. "i defiantly smell rain," she paused to listen further to what dragonflare was saying, "I per fer fire too, but at times I do apreciate water for falling out of the sky. Raining fire? That would be horrible."
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Post by vic on Jul 30, 2016 0:33:55 GMT
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dragonflare pouts slightly, flicking his tail and glancing over at sharpstone. the she-cat had just left the camp again, and the grey tom rolled his eyes. "there she goes again." he mutters, then perks up as mistheart speaks again.
"no, i would win 100% in a competition to win!" dragonflare argues, then continues to listen to the other cat. "then i'll just become a dog! then i could fight anyone!" he says, then nods excitedly.
"yeah, someone finally understands! fire is a lot better than water! but, yeah, i would hate raining fire too." dragonflare says, bobbing his head. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 4:04:04 GMT
Mistheart glanced up as she saw Sharpstone leave the camp. "You could best her I bet." she smiled. "Become a dog? she asked. "If you did you would be forced out unless you beat on of their members. I once learned a lot about how packs live from the two-legs."
"For me, fire symbolizes a lot. A lot more than a lot really. Fire is the will to fight, to survive through another day, to face any challange that comes your way. Fire is a mean of destruction, but one that can rarely be trusted. To me water symbolizes peace, and if your on your death bed, would you rather fight back or give up? That's one of the main points it comes down to for me. Plus I like how fire looks."
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Post by vic on Jul 31, 2016 1:27:41 GMT
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dragonflare grins. "yeah! i would totally beat her!" he says excitedly. grayfreeze hears this loud proclamation and calls to him, 'what, you have a death wish?' the fiery tom snorts. "go interrupt someone else, iceface." he turns back to mistheart and rolls his eyes. "idiot." he mouths, then smiles.
dragonflare lies down on the smooth warm stone as mistheart begins to talk about fire. the warm stone and the other cat's soft voice want to lull the dragon to sleep, but the tom stays awake to listen. "you've got a lot of information pegged, huh? and also... something you said, about fighting back? that reminds me of something... i can't remember what, though... something about my father?"
the grey tom closes his eyes, trying to remember. "dammit! i can't remember!" he says after a moment, opening his green eyes and sighing. "something about the end, and... fire, and..." dragonflare puffs out a loud grunt. "argh! this is annoying me! if only i could just punch my memories back into my skull! grr.." he rants, flicking his tail sharply and glaring at the sky. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 7:42:17 GMT
Mistheart flicked her tail. "More just my random, mill of the day observations. Plus water is commoner whilst fire is harder to find, like it's a more hidden side to life" she responded noncholantly.
Mistheart giggled slightly, her eyes downcast. "don't blame the sky, everyone has memories on the tips of their tongue when they need them most. I'm sure it will come to you eventually." she said after a moment. "I wish I had met my parents. It's not like they died or anything, but I never really knew them before the two-legs gave me up for adoption and my new family adopted me. Then of coarse I ended up here and never met my family." she thought out loud.
(I really felt like using the word whilst for some reason.)
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