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Post by dragon on Nov 26, 2009 16:40:03 GMT -5
starting here?
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Post by seren on Nov 26, 2009 16:41:37 GMT -5
ooc: Yeah. And Runningdeath will be my sole character for now. How many kits are you planning on having? Because I could control half of them if you want.
bic: The sun rose as the moon vanished, giving way to the starving maws, curious for the contrasting cold. Clouds parted as the winter's frost struck the hearts and throats of the old and the young. In an ever-expanding world, the Clancats--particularly those of LegendClan--were being picked off quite rapidly. At least now there would be some sunshine; perhaps the heat would seep through LegendClan's cats' bones and breathe life back into them. Runningdeath, always the optimist, highly doubted that it was possible. He had seen too many a cat fall victim to winter's charms. Eyes turning to slits as a queen's cries pierced through the dawn air, he was shaken from his reverie as he rushed to see what the commotion was. He knew that it was frowned upon for toms to go barreling into the queens den, but at that moment, he could only think of escaping his dismal surroundings.
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Post by dragon on Nov 26, 2009 16:45:19 GMT -5
ooc: then a good number would be four I think. Don't you? Two and Two? I'll be using BrightTwilight and DimmedEpsilon because its...complicated lol. Oh, my... *goes and gets the ani-chat speak* *squirts on 'lol'* There. That should clean the filth!!!
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Post by seren on Nov 26, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
ooc: I don't mind 'lol', lawl! It's not even chatspeak; it's a way of LIFE! Yes. And two works for me. I should think of names then, unless you want to name them (they are technically your creations, after all.)
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Post by dragon on Nov 26, 2009 16:52:28 GMT -5
ooc: No. You can name them. They'll be your charries. They just come from mine is all.
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Post by seren on Nov 26, 2009 16:54:02 GMT -5
ooc: Kay. What're they going to look like?
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Post by dragon on Nov 26, 2009 16:59:07 GMT -5
Everyone was crowded around the area. It had awoken everyone, and anyone who cared rushed to the scene. The only cat who hadn't rushed to the distress call was DimmedEpsilon* who dispised the idea of breeding. She never wanted someone who would depend on her in that way, and she already had her sister to take care of. And the clan. Who else could she possibly need? She caught a glimpse of the first cat who went sprinting head-long into the den. She knew him all to well. It was his sisters' mate, Runningdeath. BrightTwilight wasn't with kits yet, but DimmedEpsilon thought it very possible that she would be swelling soon. She hated her sister for it. It was something she hid in the depths of her heart, the feelings she withheld for Runningdeath. She narrowed her eyes as he went running, spitting on the ground and hissing once others gathered around.
*ooc: sorry, I probably just destroyed your idea for the plot, but I do enjoy a bit of character development before hand...
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Post by dragon on Nov 26, 2009 16:59:54 GMT -5
ooc: two like their mom (dark with golden blotches) and two like their dad. We should have one of each!!
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Post by seren on Nov 26, 2009 17:13:40 GMT -5
ooc: It's alright. Do what you have to, and it is your idea, so I don't wanna take it and butcher it. Okay, one of each is better, lawl! For some reason, the name Deereye came to mind when I thought of your description. So Deerkit?
bic: Whirring by at almost thirty miles-per-hour, Runningdeath barely broke a sweat or stopped to pant. In training since he was a small kit, it was with no difficulty that the copper-toned tom sped to the finish line. Once there, he was greeted by--to his untrained mind--the greatly repulsive act of birth. Crinkling his nose in disgust, he pushed a paw over his eyes to avoid setting sight on the bloody yolks being wrenched forth from the queen. Was there no other way for life to be generated? Shaking his head, he contemplated creating kits without any effort. How simple life would be...
Dimmedelipson caught his eye. His mate's sister. Why did he get the feeling that she was watching him rather too intently? Shifting uncomfortably, he felt her awkward gaze melting into his pelt. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he swore that she wanted nothing more than to pounce him. Shuddering, he focused on BrightTwilight's sleek jet-black frame in his mind's eye, purring contentedly as he imagined the slight upward twitch of her lips as she lashed her tail at him and teased merrily.
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Post by dragon on Nov 27, 2009 19:05:14 GMT -5
ooc: Deerkit sounds good to me!!!! Now I'm going to sift through my names...
"Get out of here RunningDeath." It was an order from the Med. Cat. SoftenedOak had been keeping check on the Queens, and had smelled the birth of her kits before anyone had come running. "Take the others with you." The white eyed cat was surely wiser than before.
BrightTwilight stood on her toes, peering over cats, trying to get a look at her mate. He was burried somewhere deep in the mass of shifting cats. She didn't see his shifting form, and a spell of unease took hold of her limbs. What if he was trampeled? No, she thought to herself, pawing the ground, surely no one would hurt a clanmate. Her slight figure quivered with the thought, and she escaped the crowd. It wouldn't do her any good to stand amongst them. She would get a better look if she stood away, and when he immereged she would see him.
"What?" Her sister said as BrightTwilight pranced over, obviously she was going to say something.
"Just waiting. You looked lonely. I'm comming to keep you company." The optimistic she-cat said.
"Ah." It needed no explaining. BrightTwilight was waiting for her mate. And DimmedEpsilon was her next 'victim' of sorts.
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Post by seren on Nov 27, 2009 23:12:39 GMT -5
Grunting some distant noncommittal response, the tan tom flattened his ears to his skull and, with some embarrassment, pulled out of the den. Tail tied to his hind leg so as not to whack anyone, he billowed out like smoke. Beaming like the radiant star she was, his mate BrightTwilight perched alongside her electron-aligned sister Dimmedelipson, no doubt trying to make pleasant small talk to erase whatever troubles clouded the she's mind. Oh, how he loved her, but his love wasn't enough for what would later transpire.
"Oi," he greeted rather rudely, unbeknownst to the rules of etiquette. Seating himself next to his mate on the edge, he preened at her fur, licking behind her ears. "You smell nice." Had to throw in the quick make-up compliment. Was it just him, or did Dimmedelipson seem to cringe at his actions?
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Post by dragon on Nov 28, 2009 13:47:43 GMT -5
ooc: LMAO!!! you smell nice... lmao maybe she put on puuuurrrfume lmaaaaaooooooo ahahhahah okay... lol im done. I have to say, you are good with charming characters!!
bic: Dimmedepsilon gave them both a twice over. Her eyes flicked up and down, snapping bits and pieces of the scene together. Their tails were intertwined. Brighttwilight had moved closer to his so that their shoulders were touching. She was smiling much more merrily than before. And his reactions were the worst. The shine in his eyes was much more noticeable. All she could see was her sisters' - only too much like her own - reflection in his adoring eyes. It made her insides churn with maliace to see them so happy together, but she wouldn't let any of it show on her face with Brighttwilight so near.
She smiled falsely and murmered, "I'll just... be going..." Ad before her sister could protest she slipped away.
"Do I?" Brighttwilight asked her mate. She hadn't done anything today yet, just gone to see what the rukus about. She tinkled a laugh, "That tickles!" Her slight frame shook with the laughter. Her eyes flicked towards her sister when she spoke, but she didn't go after her. Dimmedepsilons' shape swayed away. Brighttwilight shighed, and took a thought. Why didn't her sister have a mate as well? She was beautiful after all.
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Post by seren on Nov 29, 2009 21:58:09 GMT -5
ooc: We-ell, cats do have scents! lawl.
bic: Feeling uneasy as he watched the sway of the she-cat's hips as she departed, Runningdeath licked his chops before turning his affections back onto his beloved mate, his prized jewel of the sea. The sea? That can't be right. Ear flicking to pick up sounds around, he nuzzled her neck lovingly. "Of course. I love you, BrightTwilight." Why did it feel like a lie when it slipped from his lips? He had said it and meant it with as much sincerity as he could muster; StarClan knew he loved her with every fibre of his being, but something tainted his countenance. He couldn't quite place the feeling; all he could do was stare at the smooth of the dark she's pelt as she soon disappeared from sight.
Need to move. "I think that I should go after her. Make sure she's alright. Hey, maybe I could set her up with someone." Eyes twinkling as he joked at the last bit, he lightly tapped her on the forehead with the tip of his muddy-colored tail. "This shouldn't take long."
Weaving forward with ease, he was at Dimmedelipson's side in seconds. "Hey, Dimmedelipson? Sorry if we made you feel awkward back there. We're getting too affectionate in public, and I know we should stop but... you know. Hormones. Anyway, are you feeling quite well? Do you want me to fetch you any herbs or friends or something?"
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Post by dragon on Dec 3, 2009 18:58:15 GMT -5
DimmedEpsilon turned her head over her shoulder. A faint flicker of happiness played in her eyes as a thought occured to her. He was coming to see her. But that quickly died as she saw her sister slowly following him, her eyes full of curiosty.
BrightTwilight hadn't noticed anythig out of place with her twin, in fact, it seemed that she was happier today than most days. She scoffed at her grumpy sister. The only thing they were not alike in was their adittudes.
Friends? He was being nice. Heat flooded Dimmedepsilon's ears. It was nice to know that he didn't hate her since she was so cool to him. She breathed a slight laugh. "No. I'm fine," She smiled to re-assure him, "Just, you know. Too much gooey love can affect other people. She chuckled slightly. And even though she was putting on a good show for him, her claws were gnashing the earth, deploying into the soil, and returning to their places. A part of her thought of how good it would feel if she gave him a good slash across the face. But then she would me compeletly sorry, and so she decided not to. "Why don't you stop worrying about me and have some fun with BrightTwilight. I'm sure she's anxious for your return." And as she lied to him, and herself, the sky darkened a bit.
Before he could move, BrightTwilight bounded up to him. "You didn't need to do that hun. That's my job, after all, she's my kin." She smiled brightly at him, and licked him on the ear. He was all too thoughtful. "But," Her golden eyes were smoldering about something she needed to tell him, "tonight, I want us to try something. After all, we've been mates for a while now, and I do trust you. You should know that." It was desire. The gold in her eyes seemed like it was boiling, she wanted his body so bad. How could a tom* say no to that?
*man/cat/tom thing...We all know they love the nasty.
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Post by seren on Dec 3, 2009 22:17:55 GMT -5
Eyes aglow with oblivious jovial indifference, he shrugged his shoulders. Head thrown back as he erupted into the feline equivalent of laughter, he watched her face twitch, muscles struggling to keep from going too far up. But she couldn't hide that something was slightly awry. "Okay. If you're sure."
Lips thrown into spasm as he caught sight of her claws gnashing the Earth, he tried to keep his composure. Suave and sophisticated--yes, that was him. Inwardly rolling his eyes as he tried to imagine himself as anything more than an ordinary tom-cat, he noticed the clouds above taking on a darker lining. What did they contain? A she's animosity, he was sure, coming to the forefront. "Seems you don't only control your limbs; you control the sky, as well." Sparks seemed to ignite under flints between the two.
As her sister--his mate--spoke to him, he found that it was easy to tune her out and nod his head in agreement to whatever she was saying. The tension was unmistakable; perhaps she knew but wished that she didn't. "Yes. I do. Really." Love--vigorous, ground-shaking amour. But he found that he didn't want it. Not from her.
ooc: And women/shes, too. :3
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