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Post by Tilly on Jun 29, 2007 17:15:46 GMT -5
Soft fur rolled over strong muscles as the large cat crawled over the grasys ground, following the sound of rushing water. Brown-tipped ears flicked around, as light jade eyes watched around him warily. The air smelled greatly of many cats. He knew that there were clans, though he had no interest in joining one as of the moment, but this was one of the gathering places were cats came fairly often. Nostrils flared as he took took another scent.
The smell of water was thicker, he must be getting close. Ebonymoon didn't really need water or fish, but the sound had always soothed him, as he had grown up in a clan that lived near a river. Appearing through the brush, he gazed upon the water with soft eyes, recalling some of the few fond memories he had. Taking the few needed steps forward, he lowered down into a crouch, the blue in the water reflecting in his eyes and bringing out the darker flecks of jade green in his eyes.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 4, 2007 18:31:21 GMT -5
Pebblestone had come to the river to hunt for a bit. Almost all the other cats in the Clan were busy and he wanted to find some more prey for the Clan. Suddenly, a different scent wafted up to his nose. It was a different scent than Clan cats. Probably a rogue or kittypet, the warrior thought.
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Post by Tilly on Jul 5, 2007 19:30:04 GMT -5
The small nose caught the scent of another cat, a Clan Cat, a male at that. Ebonymoon showed his distaste slightly. He had never gotten along with Toms very well, as he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut at certain times. The scar on his right flank was proof enough. He was usually politer to she-cats, as they were usually less tempermental and more agreeable. Deciding that he was too weary to bother finding the tom and demanding his name and the reason he was here, the white and lightly tan cat settled down his neck fur, before resting his head on the ground with his eyes closed. Despite his easy, at ease posture, it was visible that his muscles were taut, poised for action.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jul 5, 2007 19:52:14 GMT -5
Seamist padded warily along the river, taking care to avoid her mate. Pebblestone had done nothing to annoy her; she just wanted to get away from Clan life for a while. Stiffening, she scented a strange smell on the breeze. "Not a kittypet," she murmured to herself. This cat didn't smell of Twolegs, but not of crowfood either; it was probably just a loner.
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Post by Tilly on Jul 5, 2007 20:02:09 GMT -5
A new scent caught his nose: another Clan cat, possibly from the same clan as the first, but this one a she-cat. Ebonymoon sat up again, his once some what pleasant mood spoiled. He grumbled incoherent things under his breath, though did not move. The cats seemed peaceful, perhaps just doing hunting. He had no reason to attack them and stalk them. He hated being old and lazy.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jul 5, 2007 20:07:39 GMT -5
Seamist narrowed her eyes. From her vantage point, she could see that there was an old tom lazing about by the river. Trying hard not to stare, she continued along her way. She had never seen an old rogue/loner before - she had always assumed that they didn't live very long.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 5, 2007 22:51:41 GMT -5
Pebblestone glanced at the old loner. None of his business he thought. NAd went back to fishing, but when he turned his head, he glimpsed his mate, Seamist.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jul 6, 2007 9:48:47 GMT -5
Seamist froze. She could sense that her mate had spotted her, and he was coming her way. "Mouse dung," she hissed, and quickly dissappeared into the bracken. She sighed. Pebblestone was too loyal to leave her alone; she was getting a bit tired of it.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 6, 2007 13:00:58 GMT -5
Pebblestone padded over to where Seamist had been, but couldn't find her. Is she hiding from me? he wondered. "Why in the name of StarClan would she try to get away from me?" he murmured aloud, then shut his mouth again. He tried tracking her again, but couldn't find her at all. Is is something I did? Does she not like me anymore? his tail drooped and he turned around again, not bothering to find Seamist if she didn't want him to.
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Post by Tilly on Jul 6, 2007 15:01:10 GMT -5
Mouse dung. Made him glad he wasn't on the recieving end of the insult. He watched the tortoiseshell until she vanished into the forest, before dark jade eyes watched the drooping tail of the other Tom. Judging by how he appeared dejected, he'd guess they had had a fight, and the tortoiseshell has forgiven him for whatever he had done. This was better than Leader fights. His tail flicked back in forth in amusement. He went from feeling much older than his subtle 54 moons to feeling like a kit again. Talk about pleasure. He lifted his head and continued to eye the other tom apprehensively. He wasn't worried about him attacking, he could take care of himself. He was ashamed to admit that he was curious to find out what had happened.
Deciding that it was really none of his business, Ebonymoon turned to the water, watching the fish who seemed to be mocking him with their wide open mouths. Too much teasing when he had been little made him immune to it. He kept very still, before a lightning fast paw struck out and a fish was floundering around on the dirt helplessly gasping for air. Ebonymoon at first ignored the dying fish, cleaning his paw softly, and enjoying the way the remaining fish had bounced away from him as soon as he had caught one. Done with his lazy cleaning of the spotless paw, muscles rippled as he turned to face the now-dead fish. His stomach had started to rumble ever so slightly, but Loner life had hardened him to the point where he could survive days, weeks even without eating anything.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 6, 2007 22:01:15 GMT -5
ooc - Seamist isn't a tortoiseshell i don't think...
The ShoreCLan warrior settled down on a cool, flat rock and stretched out, relaxing and grooming himself. But all the while, he kept an ear and an eye alert for any signs of danger - or his mate.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jul 7, 2007 17:58:56 GMT -5
ooc: Yeah, she's a blue-grey tabby^^
StarClan, help me, Seamist cursed silently. Now Pebblestone probably thought that it was his fault. Sighing, she glared at the old loner and padded towards her mate. "Did you catch anything?" she mewed, in a friendly tone.
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 9, 2007 0:52:30 GMT -5
"Oh, hi," Pebblestone looked up, "I didn't catch anything yet," he mewed. Why did she come here? I thought she wanted to be alone... he thought. "Did you get anything?" he asked.
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Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jul 9, 2007 9:52:51 GMT -5
"Nah," Seamist mewed. "I didn't come here to hunt..." I came here to get away, she thought silently. As she looked at Pebblestone, she felt a pang of guilt. He had no idea what was going on...
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Post by </cloudii> on Jul 9, 2007 14:55:41 GMT -5
"Well," Pebblestone mewed, "You don't have to stay here with me if you don't want to," the warrior thought that Seamist was either annoyed with him or something like that.
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