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Post by Kala on Jul 17, 2009 14:06:04 GMT -5
ooc// m'kays xD that works
bic// Tigerpaw's eyes widen as he looked at TigerEye with disblief in his eyes before his head tipped towards the side showing his puzzlement. "Um..." he muttered before twitching his nose ever so slightly. "No offense, but why am I to go? I might look like a clan cat, but surely they will think other wise..." He stopped when the tip of his tail fell off with the bit of twitching we was doing. "When something like that happens. I don't mind going...just why?" He was much older, but he still did not understand things as clearly as he would have liked. He was not even 13 moons when he died in his first life.
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Post by albinisticshadow on Jul 18, 2009 3:16:31 GMT -5
Eyes locked upon the former aprentice, Tigereye's ear twitched. "Because neither Blink nor I can go outside of a couple hundred fox-lengths of this place, dear! Now, if this were any other time of year I would love to go myself." she replied. Suddenly, her eyes drifted off into the distance as she frowned, distracted. "But enough of this. It doesn't matter whether or not they think you are a Clan cat; just make it clear that you mean them no harm." And with that she spun around, eyes meeting with Blink's as she brushed past him.
With a shiver of whiskers, Blink got to his paws and padded his way over to Tigerpaw, feet touching the ground so lightly that they scarcely seemed to leave pawprints. Picking up the small bit of tail, he pinned the rest of the cat's tail to the ground and pressed the severed piece to its end. Closing his eyes, he reached for the source of power that held Tigerpaw together, refreshing his physical body with a new strand of necromantic power. The young cat was now ready for his journey. One last thing to do, however...
Tigerpaw. A voice rang out in the zombie's head, with a strength that Blink could never match in life. There was silence for a few moments, then- Are you happy with your existance or do you wish you had died? Blink asked abruptly. He knew Tigereye would have appreciated that he ask with a bit more subtlety, perhaps even sympathy... but, unfortunately, he found empathy to be the most difficult of all tasks. In any case, it didn't matter. The message gets through either way in the end.
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Post by seren on Jul 18, 2009 23:11:22 GMT -5
Auburnpaw wrestled with his conscience--his conscience that was so conflicted and wanted so desperately to do the "right thing"--as he waited for Silverblood to enter the tunnels in which EvilClan had held LegendClan captive for at least a moon or more. Wondering how his Clan had managed such a feat, he hoped that Silverblood wasn't too rough on whoever was responsible. LegendClan seemed to have all the luck in the world, not to mention allies. Shrugging, he wished that he could just remain passively neutral in these types of situations. Sometimes he felt as though life would be a lot simpler if he would abandon his Clan all together.
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Post by Kala on Jul 19, 2009 17:19:26 GMT -5
Tigerpaw bowed his head towards Tigereye's statement worried that he had upset her in some way or from. Sighing, he nodded his head with respect towards the older she-cat before turning his gaze upon Blink wondering which spell he was going to use today. Each one seem to be a bit different, no matter if the tom said it was the same one or not, it felt different. Shifting his weight, he wondered which name he would go by on his mission. Last time it was Myl. Though his thoughts were quickly cut short when his true name was spoken to him. Blinking wildly, he gazed upon Blink with aw written over his face.
He was quite amazed by this each and every time, he couldn't get enough of it for some strange reason. He often envied Blink and TigerEye with the magic they held in their paws. He simply nodded his head towards the other tom's question. "I am happy the way I am. When I was dying, it brought so much fear to me because I was dying alone. My clan left me. I knew I was going to die in some way or another, but I never figured I would become undead per say." he said pausing for a moment. "Though to be truthful, something told me I was meant to stay here. I really don't know how to explain it. I only wish you could feel what I felt that day when I was laying in my own pool of blood."
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Post by albinisticshadow on Jul 19, 2009 18:22:51 GMT -5
Blink shifted his weight back onto his haunches. His black eyes stared straight ahead, never seeming to focus on any one thing. "That is good." he said after a moment's wait. "And perhaps, one day you will have grown enough to stop relying upon me for your life-force." Not bothering to explain any further, he severed their mental connection, allowing his concentration to slip back into the world of the living.
While he was repairing Tigerpaw, the other cat-named-for-tiger must have summoned up that oversized crow. Now it appeared that she was attempting to rip out one of its feathers, but the bird snapped its beak at her and beat at the air with its wings.
Scowling, Tigereye slapped Skree across the beak with one paw. They fought like this for a few moments more before the she-cat stepped back, victorious. In her maw was a small, black, tertiary flight feather. Perfect. Not too large for practical use, but it would suit its purposes precisely. After a quick trip into her den she emerged with a clear, sticky substance on her paw which she proceeded to apply to the feather. Padding up to Tigerpaw, she pressed the small feather to the back of his head. Once the substance dried upon the feather, it would become very brittle and snap in half if a cat were to press it between their jaws. "There you go!" she announced happily. "Alright now, keep safe, and if you get in trouble just snap this feather in half. See you soon!"
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Post by seren on Jul 19, 2009 23:17:55 GMT -5
LegendClan wasn't waiting for an omen, but the omen was waiting for LegendClan. With a bored sigh, Littlekit felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. Bile rose up in his throat, and he feared that he was growing ill. After going without food or water for such an extensive period of time, he found that he had quite the appetite. Kneeling down, he made sure that no one was watching him before tearing into the soft grass before him. Making a sour face at the bitter taste, he continued to chew, not caring what he got ahold of at present. Had he known what was about to transpire perhaps he would have straightened himself and warned the rest of his Clan.
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Post by dragon on Jul 21, 2009 2:18:28 GMT -5
Littlekit had done a good job at making sure no one was watching. But unfortunatly - or fortunatly, any way you want to look at it - SoftenedOak found the small cat crouched over, having what looked to be a spasm in a hole, surely dug by himself. A panic flooded his body, tensing his limbs, filling his head with fuzz. Something is wrong with this cat.... He told himself. Instead, he called out to his clanmate, who happened to be a kit still, "Littlekit, Littlekit are you alright?"
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Post by Kala on Jul 21, 2009 14:17:36 GMT -5
Tigerpaw blinked wildly as he looked at the feather on his head wondering why on earth it was always feathers. Shurgging, he nodded his head. "I will be going by the name Gaer," he said trying to think of names he heard from other loners within the forest. "So tell them their leader is dead well as bring them to you?" he asked lifting a brow making sure he had the mission right before he went off boldly with no clue in mind. He knew if he did not recap, Tigereye would have his head for it and that was not a play on words. He knew she would really take his head and do something with it for her strange spells.
StormSight heard SoftenedOak calling out for the kit and worry clawed at her storm. Turning she padded towards the male trying to look for LittleKit, but only found him chewing or jerking, which ever the case, it was not good. "Littlekit?" she called out in a soft tone not waiting to further upset the kit if anything was going on with him. "Please tell us what is wrong."
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Post by dragon on Jul 31, 2009 21:29:30 GMT -5
There was a great commotion, something was going on, another stopped couple of cats whom seemed more quite interesting then what was going on here. DimmedEpsilon backed away from her obnoxious sister to find the medicene cat crouched over a familiarly, tiny cat. Littlekit. She hissed and 'spat', quickly turning her head away. What in Starclan is going on here? She doubted any of this attention was worth it, but still she sat and watched as Littlekit saw what others couldn't.
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Post by seren on Jul 31, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Choking, the tom glanced upward, confused and overwhelmed by the number of cats surrounding him. "What? EvilClan. I smell EvilClan cats somewhere here. Just can't...see them." Peering over his shoulder, he found no one suspicious enough. He felt as if he was going mad as he tried to spot the enemy--anyone. Wondering if the older cats would believe him, he raked a claw against the slight grass, cringing at its strange texture.
Almost seven pawsteps away from him, little did he know, sat Auburnpaw, picking at his claws in anticipation. The EvilClan apprentice hissed under his breath, cursing at his rotten luck to have stumbled into the crowd. At least Silverblood and he had infiltrated their perimeters successfully without being detected...yet. He couldn't believe how moronic they all were; they couldn't even distinguish their own scent from EvilClan's. Rolling his eyes, he waited for Silverblood to speak.
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Post by dragon on Aug 9, 2009 1:57:49 GMT -5
SoftenedOak growled deeply. "No. There's no way. We just got home from that nightmare!" He was roaring by the time he was done, his claws had dug themsleves into the earth, and then he spotted a cat he hadn't ever seen before. slightly scrawny, it was surely an apprentice, not small enough to be an aprentice. He let his eyes rest on Auburnpaw for a long time, making sure that he saw him, but when he didn't even turn away, SoftenedOak looked at the cat Aubrunpaw was staring at. "Who the hell are you?"
They all smelled the same. An un-welcoming mixture of a homey smell, and the devistatingly strong sent of Evilclan. They were all covered in it. DimmedEpsilon wasn't surprised by the anouncement. She huffed out air impatiently. So, there were traitors amongst them? Go figure.
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