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Post by kenai on May 7, 2011 20:09:59 GMT -6
The white cat made his way through the house pausing every now and again to look in each room, it hadn't taken him very long to learn the names that the kittypets called the twolegs and he was quite enjoying himself as he had nothing to worry about unlike when he lived in the clans and had to worry about trespassers and such. He still had to worry about stuff but it was not nearly as stressful as it had been in the clans, for the herbs were right outside and he had no need to search for them but nonetheless he still had to seek other herbs outside the yard and sometimes that meant trespassing on the clans land but so he must do if he was to help. Sighing he padded to the kitchen where he knew he had a bowl of delicious tuna waiting, the twolegs were really kind and he tried to return the gesture as often as he could though it was difficult but still he tried, mewing softly he felt the hand of a small two leg as he petted him gently and continued on his way to his bowl and ate softly and calmly relaxing before he had to go on his patrol around the land he now lived in. Sometimes clan cats liked to trespass and torture the other kittypets and he did not allow it.
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Post by Administrator on May 7, 2011 20:19:41 GMT -6
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The small kit pressed her tiny body against the rough surface of the Twoleg house. It scraped at her tender skin, nearly gouging her as it embedded painful splinters through her matted fur. However, she did not seem to notice. Rather than protest, she plowed right on, sprinkling sawdust all over the struggling blades of grass she mercilessly trod all over. Already, she had circled the construction several times, trying to muster up enough courage to actually submit and step over the treacherous threshold of the Twoleg nest.
Finally, curiosity overwhelmed caution, and Mothkit scurried up the strange steps, nearly slipping on the haphazardly meshed together wooden slats. Her steps were heavy and clunked about, and she was dismayed to note that there was movement inside. Swiftly, she cowered just behind the tall, looming step, her legs crumpled beneath her and her ears pricked high. A whiff of scrumptious and tempting fish caught into her nostrils, though the stench of some strange liquid and Twoleg was carefully woven inside. A shudder passed through her as heavy steps that caused the ground to vibrate began. She waited for the sounds to fade and vanish before peeping her head over the step.
Mothkit quickly clambered over the final step, her hind legs wind milling about as she struggled for purchase. She darted into the cracked open doorway and tumbled into something soft and leathery. She was soon entangled in the folds of some skin-like, smothering object. As she rolled about, she heard things clanking and was frightened. After a furious battle with the obstruction, she wrenched free from its vise-like grasp and careened right into a terrifyingly silver disk that spewed water in all directions.
The kit was horrified, flustered, awkward, injured, and dripping wet all at the same instant. Her dark eyes sought out the pale cat she had seen a mere heartbeat before she splashed water everywhere. It was a tom with a thick coat as pallid as ivory, and whom carried with him the all-too familiar scent of Twolegs. He had the confidence of a kittypet who was not yet accustomed to the ferociousness of Clan cats, but held a hard look as though he had braved through a period of being a loner before submitting to these Twolegs. A strange specimen really. From her twisted position on the wooden floor of the nest, Mothkit peered up at this curiosity.
“Oh. Hi,” she spit out weakly, attempting to keep her tone as neutral as one observing the weather, rather than observing the high ceiling of the place, the jaws of the cat upon which territory she intruded, and the slats of the floor all at the same time. It was quite an uncomfortable position, so she wriggled about until she was in a crouch. Anxiety trickled through her, as well as a burning sensation to her fur. How utterly humiliating to be trapped in such a situation! What would her mother- Oh, her mother. “Such a disgrace to the family! How is it that such a clumsy thing as you is related to someone such as me? Why can’t you be more like your sisters? Blah blah what a disgrace, blah blah humiliation, blah blah never live this down.” Oh the perks of being related to an ambitious, evil cat.
Wait, where and what was she doing again? Mothkit’s mind snapped back to the present, though a shudder passed through her. It was almost as if she could sense Silverclaw’s presence right there beside her, nagging her about her foolishness and clumsiness again. As if mentioning it one more time would change anything. “So, uh… You smell interesting,” she said brightly, demonstrating her great social sense (it would develop in time hopefully).
“Mothkit lies” “Honestly, what is wrong with you Mothkit!?” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does
Word Count; 624 Tags; Dreamwalker OoC; I still think it’s such an awesome name!
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Post by kenai on May 7, 2011 20:21:00 GMT -6
Dreamwalker had been eating peacefully for like five minutes before he heard the noises nearby and mewed softly annoyed that he had been so rudely interrupted while he was eating, who could possibly want to come in a twoleg house unless it was another kittypet and he was the only one who lived in this particular house. Sighing he cleaned up before going to investigate the noises, whoever it was would pay for trespassing and found a kit dripping wet and she seemed to be slightly hurt though he could tell it wasn't life threatening but still he felt sympathetic and went over to her. You know, its not safe to be roaming around without someone going with you.He watched as she shivered and he tipped his head in question, it did not look like she was cold but perhaps she was thinking of her past which wasn't good from what he could tell; He wanted to help her but he was not sure if she would allow him to clean her up any or eat with him, he had some food left and he could not send her away in her present state. Come with me young one, I am called Dreamwalker. I have some food over here for you if you would like to eat.
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Post by Administrator on May 12, 2011 21:21:12 GMT -6
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mothpaw--* but we are the known, the loved--* sun splashed villa sweep the skies clean--*
There was a low, guttural sigh from nearby as Mothpaw shook her sopping wet fur. She shivered despite the sun-baked day, her tongue frantically smoothing down her mottled fur. Her saliva was warm as it soaked through the strands of amber. It was nice too, as the humility that had previously prickled her face eased. By the time the source of the sighing had entered the room she was dripping in, she had composed herself. Her back was at a lovely angle, her eyes strong and proud. Her tail hung in an arc, droplets of water cascading down in sheens and curtains.
A strange tom approached her, his eyes wide with sympathy. He was ermine colored with streaks of ivory tinting his chest. His scent was equally alien, and that of Twolegs and filth mingled with it. He stopped just in front of her, peered at her, then spoke. Afterwards, Mothpaw replied with a snort. “If you’re the only dangerous thing around here, then I think I’m perfectly fine,” she muttered indistinctly, her jaws bruised from her tumble. The kittypet-loner-cat continued to stare at her as revelations of family seeped through her mind. Silverclaw and her sisters, Mosskit and Rainkit, could be such pests sometimes when she was engaged in a conversation, especially when they weren’t even present.
The pale tom seemed to pause before addressing her again. “Dreamwalker,” she echoed, her head tilted up. “Interesting name.” Her voice was oddly flat as she shook her wet head, wondering if she could possibly have heard his name before. “Do I know you from somewhere…?” she asked with confusion. Maybe he was some family friend? And yet, she had no family except for her bothersome sisters. Perhaps an old acquaintance of her mother’s or even her father’s. Who was the identity of her father anyways? Mothpaw’s father was unknown to his children, a mysterious icon that seemed to be barriers away, like some foggy past. Often times toms would give unreadable glances at her or her sisters, and she would wonder if maybe he was their parent? Fantasies, most likely, but a she-cat could dream couldn’t she? Oh the dreams. Remembering dreams, she glanced up at Dreamwalker.
“I’m Mothpaw,” of the greatest Clan AspenClan, apprenticed to the handsome and strong Seafang, daughter of the unforgivable Silverclaw, sisters of the twin brats Rainkit and Mosskit. But she didn’t speak the hidden words for fear of revealing too much. Instead, she tipped her head towards the pallid tom, and looked beyond him. “Food?” she inquired, attempting to keep the anticipation out of her voice. She knew what sort of trash kittypet slop was like, but her stomach rumbled fiercely all the same. She swiped a paw at a nearby object, causing it to clatter so Dreamwalker would not hear her hunger. It would be best to prevent the refusal of his kindness than to see him bear the shame of it being rejected.
Mothpaw scrambled to her paws and walked in any direction. She half turned and explained without provocation, “See, I was just out walking you know, kind of wanted to see the outside. Saw this place and got curious. Went inside, knocked over a few things, tripped over this- object. Stupid mouse-brained thing.” Then, feeling as if she had become obnoxiously ostentatious, she halted and folded her tail neatly over her paws. Her jaws slammed shut out of respect.
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