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Post by ELENORE RIGBY on May 8, 2011 16:29:28 GMT -6
Elenore's white paws lightly touched the ground that surrounded the reflection pool. Her twin ears were pricked, acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come to them. Her blue eyes studied the pool for a moment, watching the soft breeze flutter across the surface causing little ripples to span out. The air smelled of flowers, grass and general earth. Her tail waved behind her like a little banner, her orange and white tabby fur gleaming softly in the sunlight. She could feel its warmth on her back as her agile legs carried her forward at a brisk trot.
Her pink nose sniffed the air. It was relatively calm here and she hadn't bumped into anyone just yet which was good. Elenore liked meeting new people, but she was nervous, especially around other females. Where males were concerned, or toms, Ele's sense of esteem came crashing down to earth like a broken space sattelite. She thought she was cute and all, but she was nervous around males because she was afraid they wouldn't like her or think highly of her.
She reached the edge of the pool and tucked her hindquarters into a siting position, her front forelegs kept her upper body upright. Her tail twitched on its own, and was wrapped around her back legs. She licked the fur on her chest, then raised one of her forelegs and began cleaning her fur there, letting her front foreleg swipe behind her ear and her face.
When she was done cleaning herself, she lowered her paw and watched the pool, deep in thought. She wondered where her mother was now, what she was doing or even if she was thinking of Elenore at this point. Her father was killed by her mother out of scorn and anger for he had left them for a younger she cat. Elenore sighed and stayed there |
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Post by Administrator on May 8, 2011 21:11:27 GMT -6
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A small kit rolled around on the forest floor, her miniature paws dangling in the air. Up above, a sea-blue sky beamed at her, and crispy green leaves protruded from their thick branches. Nature was happy and so was Mothkit. Which was strange since it rarely worked that way. Either the sun was ecstatic and Mothkit was being tormented by the clutches of her sisters, or there were enormous downpours of rain and the kit was bouncing through the desolate puddles. But now both nature and morbid little kit were in tune with their emotions.
And why was that? Now it was the season of Newleaf, when the gentle pitter patter of rain swept away the harsh and cruel treatment of Leaf-bare, and the bursting flower buds beckoned the approach of scores of prey. It also welcomed Mothkit as a new member of AspenClan as well as the hopes to becoming, finally, an apprentice. Not going to ask for Seafang, I won’t ask for Seafang. I’ll just have to see what I get, she told herself firmly. But her heart still yearned for her friend to mentor her. Seafang was a fierce and brutal Warrior. Extremely loyal yes, but perhaps with a streak of evil? Either way, he was closer to her than her sisters or so-called-mother could ever be. She… loved him, almost, but in a sisterly way. Mothkit was far too young to be interested in the ginger Warrior in any other way.
A small splashing alerted to her the presence of another being. Curious, she crawled over onto her paws and waddled closer to the noise. She poked her head out from behind a thick clump of ferns and watched. There, by the edge of the lake, was a dark, ginger-gold she-cat whose scent seemed alien compared to the warm and dusky smells of the forest. Mothkit sniffed unappreciatively and wrinkled her nose. “You kind of smell, sorry,” she piped up unexpectedly. Embarrassment soon prickled her short tangles of mottled fur. What sort of lame greeting was that? “Um. I mean. Hi! I’m Mothkit and may I inquire to as you?” she corrected herself, incorrectly applying phrases she had so often heard polite Warriors utter.
The she-cat, who must have been either a loner or an exceedingly brave kittypet to walk these dangerous paths, leaned over to lick her burnished golden fur. She groomed herself in that enviously meticulous way that queens are expert at before lying down, eyes steadily gazing into the Reflection Pool. It was at that moment that this little feline seemed lost, isolated, to the world. Mothkit, her paws edgy for some odd reason, watched this, her head tilted to one side. Shrugging inwardly, she launched herself over the fern, her tail whipping at the gossamer cobwebs that attempted to ensnare it.
Quite unfortunately, however, Mothkit had the misfortune to time her leap perfectly so that she landed in the precise location of a strangely deep hole dug into the ground. The hole was by no means large, but as a wiry little kit, she still managed to wedge part of her body in. It was a tight squeeze and not at all comfortable. She tried to wiggle out but no luck there. So instead she sighed, a sigh perhaps deeper than the hole that she was trapped in. As if that would help get her out. “Hey, um, loner-cat-thing? Could you help me out here?” she squeaked, as she continued her futile struggling. Her gaze was cast desperately around. For some other reason, she sensed someone coming, or was that her imagination? She hoped so, she would hate it if anyone else saw her like this.
“Mothkit lies”
Mothkit plots revenge… hehe
Mothkit does
Word Count; 614
Tags; Elenore and probably Seafang
OoC; Ewwy table is ewwy I guess.
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Post by ELENORE RIGBY on May 9, 2011 12:14:47 GMT -6
Elenore' s ear cocked back as she heard the voice behind her . She slowly turned her head around and spied a small kit.
"Thank you for pointing out my bodily odor" she said deadpan.
"I'm not really from around here. Sure I can help you and my names Elenore Rigby, or just Elenore or Ele" Elenore said as she lazily pulled her rump up off the ground and stretched one leg out at a time. She sauntered over to the small kit and using her claws, removed the dirt that surrounded the hole, making it bigger for the young kit to squeeze through.
Elenore sat back on her haunches and regarded the small kit.
"So whats' your name?" Elenore said curiously cocking her head to one side. Her blue eyes taking in the kit. The kit looked calico and smelled of earth and moss , basically forest scents. Sure Elenore smelled different, being she wasn't from around here to begin with. Elenore however was hoping to join a clan, to feel needed and a sense of belonging.
Both of Elenore's ears were pricked forward, listening to the kit. Other noises filled her ears. Birds, the croaking of frogs off in the distance, and general forest sounds. She waited patienly for the young kit to respond |
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