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Jan 7, 2008 19:30:17 GMT -5
Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jan 7, 2008 19:30:17 GMT -5
Hazeltear liked puzzles and riddles in the way that Wolfriver liked adventure, and tipped her head to its side curiously. I wonder... she thought, and sat down so that she could study the silver thing better. Finally, with deliberate slowness, she mewed, "I think...that when the Twoleg turns those branch things, it causes those other circles inside it to move with it." She thought for a moment, and then started again. "See that long piece right there, the one that's wrapped around the other pieces? Because it's connected to all of the other pieces, that's what makes it move. So when the Twoleg moves the branches, it also moves those round things inside the long rope-thing, and that's connected to the biggest round things." "Y'get it now?" she mewed triumphantly.
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Jan 8, 2008 22:32:19 GMT -5
Post by Hawkstar on Jan 8, 2008 22:32:19 GMT -5
Wolfriver tried to follow Hazeltear's explanation, without success. There were just too many little parts of it for her to understand, laid out in terms that were vague at best for the very simple reason that the cats had never seen anything like the strange Twoleg object before. "Nope," Wolfriver meowed cheerfully, "But if you do, that's good enough for me. Think we can make it move, or would we have to be crazy Twolegs to get it to go?"
ooc- It's crappy 'cause I'm tired, sorry. Did my best.
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Jan 9, 2008 19:59:23 GMT -5
Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jan 9, 2008 19:59:23 GMT -5
OOC: S'okay. When I'm tired, I feel like my muse is broken, too. ^^ Hazeltear cast a critical gaze at the Twoleg machine once more. "I think...we probably can't get it to go. Unless both of us somehow managed to move those two branch things without falling off...which we can't." She glanced at Wolfriver, disappointment showing in her amber gaze. "Ah well," she mewed brusquely. "That was fun while is lasted. Now then, where's that Twoleg?"
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Jan 22, 2008 19:58:02 GMT -5
Post by Hawkstar on Jan 22, 2008 19:58:02 GMT -5
Wolfriver sighed, and poked at the object with a paw again, harder this time because of her frustration. "Yeah, I guess," she meowed. "Let's find it. I want something fun to do." She turned away from the object and looked around, trying to remember exactly where the Twoleg they'd seen earlier had gone. "Where'd it go?" she meowed, confused.
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Jan 23, 2008 18:50:14 GMT -5
Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Jan 23, 2008 18:50:14 GMT -5
Hazeltear swung her head around wildly. While she and Wolfriver had been preoccupied, the Twoleg had fled. "Mouse dung," she swore, and turned to Wolfriver. "Well, I guess we're back to square one," she mewed sheepishly. She scented the air, passing it past her scent glands. By now, the rain had completely washed the Twoleg pawprints away, but a faint trace of its scent just barely lingered in the stifling air. It helped that they were upwind, carrying the scents from far away. Wolfriver had been a warrior longer than her, and was no doubt the better tracker. "What do you think?" she asked her friend. She had a vague idea about which direction they should start at, but she wanted to make sure. After al, she didn't to embarrass herself in front of her friend. Again.
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Jan 26, 2008 18:54:54 GMT -5
Post by Hawkstar on Jan 26, 2008 18:54:54 GMT -5
Wolfriver shrugged. "Doesn't matter," she meowed, "We'll find it again." She listened for a moment, but the rain and the normal forest sounds covered any noise the Twoleg on its strange object might have made. Noticing Hazeltear's strategy, she switched her focus to her sense of smell, opening her mouth slightly to better catch the the faint scent. "I think it went that way," she meowed, pointing with her tail toward the open space ahead of them where the path escaped from the trees.
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Feb 5, 2008 18:31:41 GMT -5
Post by +[{S.E.A.M.I.S.T.}]+ on Feb 5, 2008 18:31:41 GMT -5
Hazeltear followed her friend with considerable relief; she had been proven right, but it was better this way, so that she couldn't embarrass herself when something went wrong. She froze. "Over there!" she hissed. It was definitely the same Twoleg; its pelt was the same color, and its pawprints were also exactly the same. It appeared to be heading for a large Twoleg nest, but at the last second, it veered away. Curious, she dashed after it alongside her Clanmate. "What's it doing?" she whispered excitedly. The Twoleg was now walking in a small park near its nest, completely unconscious (or just didn't care) that it's pelt was worse off than her own.
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