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Post by squee. on Oct 1, 2006 18:26:49 GMT -5
Amber eyes blinked against the harsh sunlight of morning, shafts of light lit up the abandoned two-leg nest. The faint scent of ash told Trixiepelt the place had once been on fire, she guess thats why the once elegant place was now completely barren. She let out a silent yawn as she pulled herself to her paws once again preparing to help her friends heal for the journey home. Three days they've been here, healing and resting to return home to thier warm nests and clan boundries. Though Batclaw and Trixiepelt are from diffrent clans, they where close friends since the fire and battle between the clans. Though the memory of the battle and fire faded, the friendship stayed unknown with the two of them. Meeting at gatherings and borders just to share small tid-bits on whats new with who.
Three days have brought Pepperfur, Trixiepelt and Batclaw closer together....though for some unknown reason Trixiepelt could have sworn the tom's had some sort of hostility toward each other. She'd guess the clan boundries still stood and the tom's where unwilling to put away thier clan pride to become close friends at all.
Picking out a shaft of sunlight, she sat down in the middle of it. The sun instantly warming her pelt and turning it to the exact color of a forest fire. Her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Amber eyes closing against the unusually warm day during leaf-fall. She'd hunt and take a 'patrol' of the place later....perhaps even exploring the stairs that led up stairs and down a flight of stairs.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 1, 2006 18:51:12 GMT -5
OOC//Squeee -huggles Trixiepelt- That last paragraph Reminded me of Into the Wild's Cover.
IC//A ball of black and brown fur could be seen in the corner of the two-leg nest.It was completely motionless throughout most of the night, but now, it shifted, and Batclaw got to his paws stretching briefly and letting the sunlight warm his pelt. He purred softly before eyeing his surroundinds with wary yellow eyes.Although the nest was long abandoned, he felt like a kitty-pet staying here. The stench of the two-legs had nearly faded, but it was little comfort to the ThunderClan warrior. Still, he couldn't complain. It gave them shelter. Limping slightly, he padded out to the ginger she-cat who stood sat like a brand of fire in the morning light. 'Morning, Batclaw greeted softly, blinking warmly at his friend.
Over on the other side of the barn, Pepperfur lay, pretending to sleep. But if one got close enough, they might be able to see that his amber eyes were opened by a tiny fraction of a slit, fixed on Batclaw. His gaze burned with jealously as it had lately whenever he had seen the tom.They'd probaly hunt together today, he thought with disgruntlement. Batclaw wasn't as badly injured as Pepperfur, and while Batclaw was healing better each day, Pepperfur was forced to loaf around, resting. And he hated it. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 1, 2006 19:38:54 GMT -5
As she heard paw-steps across the charred floors, soft amber eyes opened to meet the tom's gaze. Trixiepelt let out a small purr as her friend neared "Good Morning Batclaw" She added, pressing her muzzle into the Thunderclan warrior's fur for only a moment, the greeting of best friends. As she pulled away again she added, "Did you sleep well last night?" She asked, almost as if she scense the tom's dislikeing of this place.....ubt then again what sort of warrior would? After living in the forest your entire life, places like these are merely last resort. Anything to do with Two-legs are last resort to warriors. With another soft sigh, her gaze wandered over to Pepperfur, he'd been knocked out during the storm and scarcely been awake after. Merely days after such a storm, no one could blame him for resting.
Her gaze turned to Batclaw again. "I sppouse we should wander around for prey and anything that'll go 'bump' in the night" She purred.
Pulling herself to her paws again, she glanced over to Pepperfur agian "And maybe we should wake him up and ask if he wants to come....or at least let him know where we're going" She meowed.
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Post by squee. on Oct 16, 2006 18:38:00 GMT -5
((OH Snap! I re-did me post))
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 19, 2006 18:40:38 GMT -5
Batclaw stretched, his long black legs extending before him. Ebony-and-chocolate fur glittered in the shafts of sunlight that had fallen through the holes in the roof, and it gave the illusion that the ThunderClan tom's dark pelt was beaded with dew. Afterward, he pushed his weight into his front paws and stretched his back legs luxuriously. After which, Batclaw stood up, grinning sheepishly at Trixiepelt. Yeah! That sounds good, he agreed with a nod.
But barely noticeably, Batclaw's bright yellow eyes darkened slightly at the mention of Pepperfur.He tried not to betray his irritation; to keep his ears erect when they longed to pin against his head, to keep his tail from giving an annoyed lash. With an almost inaudible sigh, Batclaw nodded and blinked, glancing over coolly at Pepperfur.Yeah....okay, he agreed. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 19, 2006 18:51:24 GMT -5
Trixiepelt let out a small purr though she missed most of Batclaw's signs of irritation at the mere mention of the other tom's name, she could tell the two toms nearly hated each other. But she said nothing on why or how any of it started. She'll let them smooth things out on thier own.
"You can wait if you want. You don't have to talk to him if you don't want"
She meowed other then that, she gave no hint of knowing what was going on between the two of them. With a pause, she started toward her friend....leaving Batclaw the choice to follow her or stay and wait until Pepperfur was awake.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 19, 2006 18:56:11 GMT -5
Batclaw's ears finally flattened to his head. The skin beneath his fur grew warm with embarrassment. He'd never been the best at hiding his emotions. Sheepishly, Batclaw stared at his paws. His legs were black, but the ends of his paws were brown, giving him the almost comical appearance that he had trodden through mud. The ThunderClan warrior said nothing in reply, and did not step forward.
Pepperfur's ears were nearly strained in vain to pick up on the two's conversation. But as he spotted Trixiepelt padding toward him, the mottled tom quickly snapped his amber eyes the rest of the way shut, and forced his breathing into the calm rhythm that it would take if he actually were sleeping. In silence, he waited for Trixiepelt to 'wake' him. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 19, 2006 19:06:57 GMT -5
Trixiepelt didn't bother looking over her shoulder to see if the Thunderclan tom had followed. She doubted he would care to see if the other tom was alright. For a moment she could have sworn she had see Pepperfur move. Shaking the thought away, she padded over to the 'sleeping' tom. She gave the tom a soft nudge with her muzzle and then took a small step back as she awaited the tom's next move.
"Pepperfur, you know you cant catch the early birds if your still asleep when they catch flight"
Her meow was barely over a whisper, but it had a slight humorous tone to it. Again, she waited for the tom to 'wake' or roll over and mutter something...like most toms do in the morning.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 20, 2006 14:33:42 GMT -5
Pepperfur suppressed his prickling pelt, and lifted his head, pretending to blink sleepily. Giving an exaggerated, fake yawn, he sighed, ears flicking, and gazed up at Trixiepelt. Indignance showed in his amber glare, and he sighed in frustration.Pfft. That's funny, he growled in half-hearted sarcasm, glancing over at his injuries which still disabled him from moving much. Somehow, Pepperfur had gotten a lot more battered up than Trixiepelt or Batclaw, and had only just managed to survive the storm. It was taking him a long time to heal, and driving him crazy. The bitterness of the tom's tone showed his frustration, and that Trixiepelt's offer had tempted him bitterly. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 20, 2006 19:30:50 GMT -5
Trixiepelt took no note to the tom's bitter tone, of course he never hunted in a hay-loft before and besides, no matter how mad the tom got...she had already brought him back from the depths of Fireclan. In doing so, she saved the tom's life weather he knew it or not. With a soft sigh, she sat down and let her soft gaze meet Pepperfur's.
"You know movement would keep your muscles from getting stiff. And if you 'hunt' in the hay-loft in the next barn...you could be a lop-sided kittypet and still catch a mouse."
Her voice gentle and giving the tinyest hint of a lectureing. She didn't move after she finished the statement. Only merely waited for the sarcastic reply she usually gets.
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Post by Roxie ! on Oct 23, 2006 16:57:43 GMT -5
Pepperfur shrugged his mottled shoulders sulkily, his amber eyes narrowed moodily.I don't know if that's such a good idea, Trixiepelt. I'll be more clumsy than a lop-sided badger....anyway, he's gonna be there.... The last sentence dripped in a cold growl, and the top tilted his head toward Batclaw, who stood a few feet away with a narrowed-eyed, un readible expression. Pepperfur's pelt bristled at the thought, and he looked away from his ginger friend with a sigh. |
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Post by squee. on Oct 23, 2006 17:21:26 GMT -5
Another sigh from Trixiepelt. She never did understand why toms could never even pretend to be friends in situations like this. Her gaze fell to the floor in thought, the borders of the barn needed to be checked and no cat could do it alone....and then again...prey needed to be caught and Pepperfur needed to move around.
"How 'bout...I take a quick patrol with Batclaw to check for wandering rogues. And then when I get back, just me and you will hunt."
She suggested, though she rather have just had both toms work together she knew that putting pressure on fights only made things worse and thats the last thing any of them needed right now.
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