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insufferable vagabonds (Mole, Dapple, Anyone WC/SC/non-clan)
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Post by sableface on Apr 12, 2016 22:16:03 GMT -6
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Sableface had spent her entire youth, her kittenhood and apprenticeship, confined to the marshy, dark forests of ShadowClan. Always a tree had towered over her, protecting and guarding her from the wind and acting as a friendly cover, defense from the hot sun or cold rain.
When ShadowClan had won the moors, Sableface hadn't been too convinced they'd be useful. After all, her clan was bred, raised, molded to hunt in the swamps. She found it hard to believe any mush-footed, pine-sheltered feline could ever adapt to the wind and rabbits on this open stretch of land.
Stars, was she wrong.
The tuxedo molly stood perched on a small rock that jutted out from the otherwise level stretch of ground. All for paws clung on within inches of eachother, gathered under her shape to form an unsteady base on which she swayed. A steady breeze buffeted her fur, causing the long strands to flow. She loved it. This feeling was- this was just, amazing!! How could you not love it? Like being groomed but by the air itself! A warm breeze, a warm sun, and a she-cat who was certainly just as dazzling. She was the picture of perfection, Sableface was sure- head held high, chest puffed out, legs coiled and fur whipped back like some kit-tale hero. Perfection.
After a few moments of basking in this lovely feeling, this sensation, Sableface reluctantly hopped down from the rock and broke into a brisk trot to catch up with her companions.
She'd set out on a patrol with the pair of them that morning, and with her so preoccupied with the wind and her noble poses, Moleshade and Dapplecrow had put a bit of distance between them. Still, she got distracted with every other new thing along the way- from an odd baby tree, to an unusual feather, to the scent of rabbit that she just HAD to check out.
In her defense, the other two seemed just as enthralled as she was. When she eventually caught up she'd pull up beside the smaller calico, swerving to hopefully knock into the she-cat with her shoulder, a crooked grin splitting Sable's features. "Caught any bunnies yet?!" Came the shrilly question as she hopped along. Dapple had boasted how many she'd down before they even got used to the open air- and Sable definitely wasn't gonna let her get away with THAT preposterous claim.
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade dapplecrow @anyone |
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Post by moleshade on Apr 12, 2016 22:27:49 GMT -6
insufferable vagabonds Moleshade hadn't been eager at all to join them during this outing. He, personally, was terrified at the concept of being out in the open. Anyone at all could see you, and as many cats in ShadowClan knew- that made his own skills utterly useless.
Still, the idea of exploring the stretch of land that WindClan had once called theirs was definitely interesting. Prior to today, he'd never considered it- but with both Dapplecrow AND Sableface begging him, he'd eventually, reluctantly, tagged along.
But every step was hesitant, every sudden movement spooking the tom and puffing out his fur. They were hardly a tree-length away from the thunderpath and he was already exhausted from the effort of this little trip. How would he ever keep track of them both?
Sure enough, the sun wasn't even high in the sky yet and Sable was... who, who even knew what she was doing? He sure didn't. He paused to wait for her as she, like, stretched out in the wind? Or some dung? But Dapple kept on going ahead, so after a moment he was forced to follow.
Part of him was almost hopeful that they'd leave Sable behind and she'd sulk off to camp, or some eagle would come swoop by and scare her off, but the rest of him reminded him that, A, he needed her for his own protection, and B, Dapple would be upset if that happened. The tom grudgingly shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind as the tuxedo finally caught up.
As she neared, he made sure she'd hear his derisive snort, as if her falling behind and having to run to catch them somehow inconvenienced HIM. Meanwhile, amber eyes are fixed on the sky and then the horizon, narrowed and squinted. What if someone sneaked up on them? Did WindClan have some sort of secret stalking? What if they were being watched RIGHT NOW? The thought kept his fur on end.
"Catch any bunnies yet?!" Sable jested towards their little companion, and Moleshade gave a role of his eyes.
"How could she catch any if you're runnin' about spooking all of them?" He questioned, his own fake-cheerful tone dripping with distaste for the she-cat, his typical tone when addressing her. "Maybe the times are different, but when I was your age, we didn't play around and spook all the prey before we caught it."
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Post by dapplecrow on Apr 13, 2016 20:56:30 GMT -6
dapplecrow all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, to find somebody like you
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| Her nose was on FIRE. Well, obviously, not really- but there were so many smells, so much to sniff and check out, that Dapplecrow was sniffin a mile a minute- surely overworking that little schnoze of hers.
Every leaf she passed, every blade of grass- okay, maybe another exagerration- was paused at, inspected, and sniffed. Information flooded her in waves. Male rabbits, female rabbits, old rabbits, new rabbits, birds, cats. Every one left it's own signature that she read with ease.
Dapplecrow was so focused on all the new things she could smell that she hardly paid attention to her other senses. Her ears were perked ahead, but she was muting everything she heard. Her eyes were open- but only so she could scan for the next cool thing to sprint to and check out. There seemed to be no unease in the young cat's movements, but why should she be nervous? Sableface and Moleshade were here, and she was confident the two wouldn't let anything ever happen to her. So she ran ahead as the two lingered behind, only for her ex-mentor to come bounding after her. Haha! Served him right!
The little calico was only shocked out of her dazed search when Sable suddenly... teleported. Wasn't she behind her only seconds ago? Or had Dapple not been paying attention? Regardless the large cat suddenly thudded into her side, sending her stumbling several rabbit-lengths to the side. Luckily the younger warrior caught herself before she could flop over, and quickly flashed Sableface a glare.
So she'd been a little excited about the whole rabbit thing. Who could blame her?
Moleshade, however, seemed to come to her defense. Not that she needed him to, she could totally handle any trouble Sable gave her. Not that Sable was troubling her.
"I caught three." She informed the tuxedo matter-o-factly, whiskers twitching with emphasis on each syllable that slipped off her tongue. "I just caught them too fast for you to see me." She then explained, pausing to stretch out one stubby, hilariously short fore-leg. "I am half WindClan on my mother's side, y'know. No surprise I can run you two into the ground."
This, of course, was totally untrue. Dapplecrow had the least possible WindClan build of any cat, really- but she spat the phrase utterly deadpan before continuing to walk again. Where WERE those rabbits? Was Mole right? Had she spooked them off?
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Post by sableface on Apr 14, 2016 12:00:16 GMT -6
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As she neared broad ears caught a snort from her darker-pelted companion, and Sableface had to bite back a snicker. It was a daily sound she heard from him, a constant- if some doppleganger showed up, the amount of nasally, unhappy snorts could easily set them aside from the real Moleshade. She tilted her nose up just a touch, eyes alight with amusement as she neared.
It seemed the very moment the phrase slipped from her muzzle she was greeted by glares. They didn't bother Sableface one bit, and she returned them with her own broad grin.
"How could she catch any if you're runnin' about spooking all of them?" Mole asked, and Sableface let loose a loud, exasperated sigh. Wow, did this guy have no humor? Such a defensive little thistle, wasn't he? "Maybe the times are different, but when I was your age, we didn't play around and spook all the prey before we caught it."
Luckily Dapplecrow didn't seem nearly as upset, and informed the oh-so-uneducated Sableface on her heritage and displayed those short, stubby legs- perfect for running down rabbits on the open Moor, Sable was sure. "Oh stars." The tuxedo drawled out after a few moments, plume tail sticking into the air. "Forgive me for not noticing! Suns, by the time we get back you'll have enough to feed the whole clan. We'll be as fat as Applestar by the time you're done." The last comment was told with something akin to a giggle (though Sable would never admit it, it was a CACKLE, thank you very much, tough cats didn't giggle.)
Just a heartbeat later she glanced over at Mole, the tall tom looking at every tuft of gorse as if the moor itself was preparing to bite his ears off. She curled a lip at him, nose wrinkling. "The gorse isn't gonna' bite you, relax." She chided. You'd think he was waiting for someone to sneak up on 'em on open ground, ha!
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Post by moleshade on Apr 15, 2016 21:03:20 GMT -6
insufferable vagabonds Any hostility he'd hoped to brew between himself and Sable, any attempt to ruffle her feathers, was utterly ineffective and disabled by his little companion. Dapplecrow revealed to them yet another clan in her heritage. What was that, now? Four, plus the 'unofficial' tree clan (to explain her amazing climbing skills, clearly) and Cloud clan (which, honestly, he couldn't even remember what she justified that with.) ShadowClan, ThunderClan, RiverClan, Alliance, Kittypet, Rogue, and now also WindClan. "Your family really got around." Was the tom's simple comment as she quieted, bright eyes turning to Sable as she apologized for her oh-so-wrong assumptions. He, too, failed to stifle a giggle at the thought of WindClan's 'chubby' leader. Applestar's mass, be it muscle or fluff or actual chub (like the formers) had been the blunt of several jokes in ShadowClan- he liked to think the comments had been mutual in all four, however. Another nervous glance at a clump of gorse, rustling as the breeze brushed it, and Mole's fur stood on end. And then - Ugh - that grating voice again. "The gorse isn't gonna' bite you, relax." Sable told him, and the tom's head snapped to face her with a withering glare, teeth bared. A witty retort escaped him, so instead he let out an undignified "YOU relax!", scoffing at her gal. How could she? Did she not see the serious of this whole situation? They were right on the border, and everyone knew WindClan's land was wrought with danger!! They could all perish at any moment, without the protection of the trees. "You just, you'll be grateful when I save our pelts." He added as an after-thought, mumbling the words out as he looked away and started scanning the moorland again. ( roulette fuk u pls leave my babs alone) |
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Post by dapplecrow on Apr 16, 2016 14:03:34 GMT -6
dapplecrow all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, to find somebody like you
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| "Your family sure gets around."
Moleshade's allegations brought a shocked, 'offended' gasp from the calico's muzzle as widened eyes looked to him. For just a moment her face was that of hurt- amber eyes wide and upturned, ears pressed back, muzzle agape- but rather then tears, soft huffs of laughter escaped her as the act slowly faded off. Yeah- her parents would have quiet the traveler's paws, huh? Dapplecrow continued to snicker and giggle under her breath as the two exchanged words.
"Aw 'cmon." She drawled towards Moleshade. "None cats have tried anything for days! Ain't nothin' gonna happen!" She meowed oh-so-confidently, pausing as a rustle caught her attention. Keen eyes snapped in the direction of the noise only to find it was another gorse tuft, not a rabbit. "Where even are they?" She questioned beneath her breaths, words hardly audible as she mumbled them to herself.
"You two fuzzbrains can sit and fight as long as long as you want, but I'm gonna catch the biggest rabbit." She announced, breaking into a run to sprint on ahead. Her eyes were fixed on the mounds of soft dirt that marked every burrow entrance. Surely one had to make an appearance eventually, right? They wouldn't just... sit in there? If not, Dapplecrow thought, she could probably follow 'em in!
She scrambled up to the edge of one burrow, nostrils flaring as the she-cat clumsily clambored to the entrance, sticking her head inside. She could smell the rabbit, but a touch of caution made her pause. Weren't rabbits like, dangerous? With claws and stuff? She'd heard of cats that got their eyes ripped out, and, and like, killed and eaten by rabbits. She wasn't too sure how true it all was, but... maybe it'd be better to be safe then sorry.
Drawing back a couple paw-steps, the little cat peered back at her companions, stretching onto the tip of her paw-pads. "Hey!! Are rabbits safe to chase after!?" She shouted at them, tail sticking in the air like a little flag. "Like, can I go underground to get one?"
Maybe WindClan cats were tougher then she thought. After all, it'd take a whole lotta guts to go chasing things underground that were just as big and just as nasty as you. Oh, oh could- She had to wonder if WindClan cats ever had KITS stolen by rabbits! The thought was absolutely terrifying- but.. no. No, so many cats joked about catching rabbits and stuff, surely they couldn't be THAT bad.
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Post by sableface on Apr 20, 2016 6:50:04 GMT -6
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"YOU relax!", Oh wow, what a comeback. How was Sable ever going to rebute that? She stood there in shock for a few moments, before shock melted into disappointment and she glared at the stilt-legged tom. Wow, that was sad. That was a sadly terrible excuse for an insult... was that even supposed to BE an insult?
"You just, you'll be grateful when I save our pelts." Pfff.
As if. When, exactly, did he plan to do this? Her eyes lifted from him to look over the moor, but same as him, she saw absolutely nothing to concern herself with. There were no foxes or badgers, cats or eagles or hawks, the moor was just EMPTY as always!
"I'm not sure what's funnier. The idea of you actually saving someone insteada' running away, or the thought of someone actually showing you who could be beaten by YOU." She sneered, eyes narrowing at the tom.
Dapplecrow made some comment about bunnies and fighting, but honestly Sableface wasn't paying much attention to the little cat at this very moment, too focused on her banter-target then anything else.
"I mean, if apprentices attack us, or rabbits, at least you'll have it all under control." She added, her tone dripping with sweetness, lathered in honey (that upon closer inspection, was starting to go bad and rot).
Once again Dapplecrow was saying something, this time as a shout. Sableface glanced over to find the little calico had run quite a ways ahead of the pair and was... asking about rabbits. Honestly? She wasn't sure the answer to that question and had to consider it for a few long moments, plume tail swaying before she answered. "I don't think you're supposed to go in their dens, Dapple!" She yowled back. "WindClan cats do it, but I don't think we're s'posed to!"
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade dapplecrow @anyone [/quote] |
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Post by moleshade on Apr 26, 2016 8:05:07 GMT -6
insufferable vagabonds "I'm not sure what's funnier. The idea of you actually saving someone insteada' running away, or the thought of someone actually showing you who could be beaten by YOU."
Sableface was laying down some real fighting words, putting the tom's pelt further on end and his tail twitching irately behind him. His lips curled up as a hiss slipped from his muzzle, the sound meeting her own sour sneer.
Dapplecrow's voice interrupted his thoughts. He snorted a laugh and looked ahead, taking a couple loping strides as if to keep up with the calico, though he paused when sickly sweet words met his ears again. Curling his tail and glaring back, he was tempted to leap over and swipe his claws across her smug face.
"I mean, if apprentices attack us, or rabbits, at least you'll have it all under control."
"Oh rot off Sableface." He snarled back at her, ears flat to his skull. "I never asked you in the first place."
Why did he stick around with her again? On days like these it was hard to remember. He couldn't even bring himself to think of her as a friend, and yet here he was gallantly out for a stroll with her. Thankfully, once again, Dapplecrow's questioning voice interrupted their fight, and this time Sableface took note of it, too.
"Don't follow them down!" The tom yowled shortly after Sable had. "Their claws will take your eyes out before you have time to touch them."
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Post by dapplecrow on May 3, 2016 22:30:11 GMT -6
dapplecrow all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, to find somebody like you
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| By the time the breeze carried their faint warnings to her ears, the she-cat had already wriggled her way halfway into the moist burrow. Soft earth caked onto her paws, between her pads and working it's way into the fur on her legs. The roof above, crumbling uncertainly as he head and ears brushed it, sprinkled her lovely pelt with dust and silt. She'd figured she'd just... inspect it, but then came the yowls about her eyes being clawed out!
Dapplecrow paused, considering that for a moment. Despite knowing now that the rabbits were dangerous, she was still tempted to dive right on in after the creature she could smell just a few fox-lengths out of reach. After all, couldn't she just keep her eyes closed? Or maybe swipe a paw at it before it could hit her first?
Still, that annoying voice of common sense piped up, warning her that wouldn't be a good idea. After all, Moleshade and Sableface knew everything- so if they told her it wasn't a good idea, then it probably wasn't a good idea. With grudgingly hesitant steps she began to back out, claws scrambling for grip on the soft ground.
It took a few minutes, but she managed to back out of the burrow, seating herself on the mound of earth outside of it. Her ears perked up and she gave herself a good shake, lips curling. Ugh, the dirt was working it's way through her pelt, gritty and rough against her skin. That wouldn't be fun at all to groom out, no no. A hind leg reached to scratch behind one ear before she stood and hopped back towards her friends.
"Hey! We should all catch one together!" She squealed as she neared, bumbling right up to and butting her head against Sableface's shoulder. "C'mon! It'll be fun!". Not that she had to make a case. They always did what she told them! It was pretty great, honestly.
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Post by sableface on May 8, 2016 15:16:09 GMT -6
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Moleshade was trying to retort again, but honestly it was just a pathetic attempt to weasel out of the fight. She stuck out her tongue at him and flipped her head back, causing the flowing fur around her neck to flip just right. The breeze caught it at the same time, blowing it back- Sableface could just imagine how majestic she must look in that moment, posed so perfectly. Her eyes narrowed and she cast a side-ways glare towards Moleshade. Cats as physically challenged as him must be so uncomfortable around her, Sableface thought with a smug grin in his direction.
"Hey! We should all catch one together!" Dapplecrow's voice cut in, her stout little figure dancing over to barrel into Sableface's shoulder. The she-cat barked a laugh, stumbling back a step and plopping onto her haunches. She reached with both legs to wrap them around Dapplecrow's neck and drag the little cat closer. "C'mon! It'll be fun!" Came the cheerful mew, and Sableface found herself roaring a purr. She reached to rasp a tongue over Dapplecrow's ear before breaking away and hopping a couple fox-lengths off.
"Oh, I don't know." She drawled out with amusement coating her tone. "Your mentor thinks the moor is out to kill us. We should probably just go straight home." Sableface pouted, plopping onto her belly and letting her wonderful tail swish behind her long figure. "Right Moleshade? Too dangerous out here for breakable she-cats like us. Better leave the true, loyal, hard-working warriors like you to the hunting." Her words took on an almost accusing tone near the end. She might be too young to have been there, but you bet she dug up dirt on the lazy tom's lack of commitment in the past.
Her head tilted almost comically, eyes fixed on the tom as her pouting shifted into a more challenging glare. She half expected him to agree with her, but if he did she knew Dapplecrow would be crushed. He'd never do that, right?
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Post by moleshade on May 8, 2016 17:54:34 GMT -6
insufferable vagabonds Moleshade couldn't help but guffaw as he watched her. How could Sableface not realize how insane she looked? Posing in the wind like StarClan themselves were shining down a light, telling the forest to adore her glory. It was pathetic! His laughter didn't last long, only a couple moments as Dapplecrow bounded over.
His tail gave a couple twitches at the way Sableface just grabbed up the little cat, but Moleshade wore a cheerful smile regardless. The idea of hunting rabbits, prey nearly the size of his own friend, was a little worrisome- something could go wrong, or one of them could be hurt- but he wasn't about to deny her. Besides, despite their yowling and noisy antics, this was still a hunting patrol. A very unprofessional hunting/exploration patrol. They had to bring /something/ back, or face the shame of admitting they spent the whole day playing.
Admittedly, this was not something that Moleshade would be new to admitting- but he'd hate to impose that sort of reputation on his young charge. His tail stuck in the air but before he could accept Sableface was running her mouth.
Again.
He waited patiently for the molly to stop, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion and shooting Dapplecrow an assuring wink. 'jealous' he mouthed out, whiskers giving a couple twitches before he fixed a glare on the offending she-cat. "You really shouldn't impose your beliefs on me, Sable." He chided with a couple tsks of his tongue. "Now, let's find a rabbit," Moleshade mewed, voice dropping into a hushed whisper. "We should start with being quiet."
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Post by dapplecrow on May 13, 2016 14:24:49 GMT -6
dapplecrow all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, to find somebody like you
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| Oh, oh no, this was unexpected. Dapplecrow squeaked and giggled in protest as strong legs suddenly grabbed her, tugging her into the older she-cat's belly and chest. "UMPH!" Came her own grunt as she was smothered in long, whispy fur and covered in licks. Clearly, this murder attempt had been their plan all along! Luckily, Sableface chickened out and hopped away, giving Dapplecrow room to suck in several gasping breaths. She'd almost died!!!
Staggering to gain her balance, she gave herself a good shake, ears flicking back before she fixed her glare on Sableface as the tuxedo went on some sort of tangent directed her her friend. Dapplecrow couldn't help her exhasperated huff and the roll of her eyes as she looked pleadingly to Moleshade. He didn't really think that, she knew so for a fact, and she definitely knew he wouldn't send them home. Sableface just wanted to stir 'em up, and while the fight could be funny, Dapplecrow hoped it didn't come down to that. If it did they might never catch a rabbit. But then came Moleshade's next mew, putting her worries to rest.
"Now, let's find a rabbit. We should start with being quiet."
YES! A shiver of excitement shimmied down her spine and Dapplecrow
enthusiastically bobbed her head. Gathering herself, she stretched onto
her tippy-toes to scent the air, this time picking through each trail in
search of rabbit specifically. She was quiet, ragged breathing subdued,
the only noise the excited and gleeful racing of her heart.
Unfortunately, none of the rabbit scents were... fresher? Then the
others- and the ones that were, she assumed were already hiding.
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we should move somewhere else?" She whispered, glancing between
Moleshade and Sableface as she voiced her suggestion. "Somewhere the rabbits might'a not already heard us? 'Cause we were real loud earlier." Her tail flicked around her ankles, broad ears perked as she eagerly awaited their reactions, certain they'd know what to do.
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Post by sableface on May 17, 2016 19:42:07 GMT -6
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In Sableface's mind she was the picture of grace, of lovely maiden beauty and suffering. Her lip jutted out in a pout and her nose sniffed, eyes narrowing at the tom. In reality, she moreso resembled a disobedient child sticking their tongue out because they were denied a toy. As Dapplecrow and Moleshade went about finding a rabbit, she remained on her belly, crossing her paws and watching the two, too busy wallowing in her own pity. Pity over what? She wasn't too sure. Maybe her insults being shot down, or the lack of attention.
Move? Hmmm... Her whiskers twitched and Sableface considered this suggestion before she elegantly pushed herself up onto her paws. Bits of dry grass clung to her whispy pelt so she gave herself a shake, muzzle curving into a satisfied grin as the vegetation slowly fluttered to the ground.
"Good idea," The tuxedo trilled, plume tail flagging in the air over her back as she suddenly snapped out of her slump. With several long, striding steps she began to move over the moorland without much cue.
A few moments later she looked over her shoulder at the others. "We should go this way!" She declared, whiskers giving a couple twitches. "Come, come!"
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade dapplecrow @anyone |
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Post by moleshade on May 20, 2016 11:57:45 GMT -6
insufferable vagabonds He audibly groaned as Sableface snatched the idea up for herself. He'd been poised, stretched up to search the moor. He still wasn't sure how to hunt here- were you supposed to track your prey, just like in the swamps? That seemed to unlikely out here, but at the same time... He couldn't see anything. It was possible there were simply no rabbits out and about, but that seemed also unlikely. How could you survive when there was nothing around? This was like strolling through the Fern clearing without so much as hearing a bird chirp.
Despite his distaste, the tom swallowed down his protests and reluctantly trailed after the more suave she-cat. He kept an eye on their surroundings at all times, ears swiveling in desperate search of any sign of the rabbits. As he glided along his pawsteps were silent, carefully treading to avoid crunching the brittle grass underpaw.
As they neared a clump of bracken he wandered over to rub up against it, peering left and right and sniffing at the bases of the stalks. There was a slightly more fresh trace of rabbit here, but there still was nothing that he could see.
"Where are we going?" He hissed under his breath, the words directed at the tuxedo she-cat. He ducked his head low, shoulders hunching as he scanned the horizon around them. Still no sign of WindClan- thank the stars.
Worries still nagged at the back of his mind, reminding him that a patrol could be here at any time. They'd be intruding, yes, but that hadn't stopped them before- Hadn't Rabbitclaw just mentioned earlier his run-in with a WindClan cat? Moleshade wondered if the moor cats had found a way to be stealthy in the open moor. It was a scary thought.
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Post by dapplecrow on May 29, 2016 22:40:58 GMT -6
dapplecrow all i want is, and all i need is, to find somebody, to find somebody like you
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| While the lovely spotched molly hadn't a clue where her companion was leading, she followed trustingly. Her tail stuck in the air like a flag, the she-cat figuring there was no point in staying down- you could see everything out here! Her steps were bouncing, whiskers twitching as she kept an eye on the older cats.
Moleshade's question was a good one, and Dapplecrow felt herself scanning the moor through wide eyes. Speaking of seeing everything, maybe there just wasn't nothing out here? She couldn't see anything, and the she couldn't imagine how far you'd have to go before you got somewhere new. The old joke about /everything/ hearing some loud-mouth was certainly true here! In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if WindClan invented it! Or, something.
"Maybe we could hide by the holes, until they came out?" She suggested in a hushed voice, mimicking her once-mentor's tone and beginning to take lighter steps, tail lowering around her ankles. "I don't know, could there even be rabbits that didn't hear us? y'all made lotsa' noise right then," She murmured, weaving between the two cats to brush herself along Moleshade first, then moving on the Sableface's flank.
Trotting ahead, she placed herself a good foxlength ahead of the pair. There she sat with a small plop, big eyes watching them expectantly as large paws shuffled the stalks of heather underpaw. "I dunno. Maybe we should try another day?"
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