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Post by Moonstar on Apr 4, 2007 16:50:35 GMT -5
*A tan colored she-cat exited her Twolegs' den through a cat door and approached the fence. It was too high to jump onto, even for an athletic cat like herself, and too hard to climb. However, she knew behind that door freedom, and her home, lurked, calling her name. Green eyes gazing up longing, she tries to think of an escape plan.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 4, 2007 17:47:26 GMT -5
OOC: escape please!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 4, 2007 21:15:26 GMT -5
OOC: OK, I'll RP it in ThunderClan soon. BIC: *Morningcloud suddenly remembered what she heard dogs did sometimes: they'd dig out. At first she spat in disgust at acting like a dog, but her lust for escape won. Her paws flashed as she scraped at the ground. A hole appeared and began to grow... Soon it was large enough to squeeze inside. Dirt and grit filled her mouth and eyes, but she continued. Finally, she broke the surface. Freedom! As the tan she-cat headed toward the forest, anxiety filled her. Her jingling collar made it harder to hunt. She wasn't overweight, but she was fatter than most Clan cats. Would they accept her back? Would they even recognize her because of the Twoleg scent? Well, it was too late to turn back.
She entered ThunderClan territory, and stood ready as the familliar scent entered her nostrils. Morningcloud had scented it since kithood, except now she didn't know if it was friend or foe.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 5, 2007 15:55:16 GMT -5
OOC: may I post as a Thunder clan patrol of my charecters when they see her on this thread?
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 5, 2007 16:22:22 GMT -5
OOC: Sure.
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Post by Graybelly on Apr 5, 2007 17:55:53 GMT -5
The repulsive scent stuck in the tom's nostrils. Twolegs. The gray tabby curled his lip. It was either a kittypet or a Twoleg, and either way, it would leave his territory. He looked around, a slunk away from his patrol, hoping he wouldn't be missed.
The gray tom didn't mind intruders, as long as he could drive them off. He was desperate to prove himsself loyal, having been known to break the warrior code before. If one day he drove off a trespassing WindClan warrior, he was bound to prove where his loyalties lied. His mate had been a WindClan queen, who had fell into the gorge, killing herself and her unborn kits. Graybelly's heart ached for her, but he needed to prove himself.
At first the gray tabby tom was silent, then he exploded out of the undergrowth, and bared his teeth at the kittypet. He examined his target. It was in shape, but not quite as strong as a Clan cat, though strong for a kittypet. It might be a small challenge, but Graybelly could easily chase her off. A slightly familliar scent floated off of the she-cat, but Graybelly tried to ignore it. "Get off our territory!" The tabby growled menacingly.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 5, 2007 19:35:18 GMT -5
*A patrol of Thunderclan warriors suddenly appeared, Swiftstar in the lead* Get off our territory kittypet!*Suddenly he stopped* Morningcloud? Is that you?
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 5, 2007 19:44:31 GMT -5
*The she-cat's eyes widen.* Swiftfoot! (OOC: She was most-likely taken before he became leader) It's good to see you again! Yes, it's Morningcloud!
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 6, 2007 7:17:01 GMT -5
It's Swiftstar now! So, how did you get back here? you were taken py a bunchh of twolegs!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 9, 2007 14:24:21 GMT -5
I dug out. *She spits in disgust.* It made me feel like a dog, but it was worth while! You're Clan leader? Congratulations! *Morningcloud's happiness for Swiftstar's position is evident, but an expression of grief clouds her eyes.* That must mean Stormstar... *She stares at the ground.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 9, 2007 14:26:01 GMT -5
yes, Stormstar vanished he is proboably dead, we had no choce, but I will searve this clan for my whole life, and defend it to the death!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 9, 2007 14:35:39 GMT -5
Dead or alive, may StarClan light his path. *The tan she-cat lifts her head, and her collar's bell jangles. She looks down in disgust.* Stupid collar...I might be able to get it off when I slim down.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 9, 2007 14:47:55 GMT -5
maby I can bite it off!
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 9, 2007 20:02:03 GMT -5
Perhaps. It's worth a shot. *Morningcloud suddenly glimpses Graybelly.* Graybelly! How are you? OOC: Sorry, Graybelly, I sort of...forgot...about you.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 9, 2007 20:04:44 GMT -5
ok, let me try*Swiftstar bites at the collar around her neck, shuddering as he smelled the twolegs*almost there,I got most of it, there's a bit left too get through, rub against some trees or something, and it will snap!
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