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Post by Kestrel on Feb 4, 2007 13:26:10 GMT -5
Too lazy to switch accounts xD((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium bowed his head; "You're welcome," he meowed.
When Nyria cut in, and Medium was confused by the strange look on her face. What exactly had he done?
He blinked, then glanced around. "I'll find a medicine cat," he meowed, but his voice was slowly dropping in volume. Most likely the she-cat had already forgotten he was around. "Or at least some cobwebs..."
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Murderpaw
Apprentice 
Mistclan Apprentice
I'd rather be feared than loved. Fear lasts longer.
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Post by Murderpaw on Feb 5, 2007 2:02:11 GMT -5
Ah, so this tom wanted to battle? Well, little Murderkit had no qualms against his fellow gender – after all, it had been his mother who’d started him down this psychotic path, but if it was a battle he wanted, the orange and white was more than ready to take him on.
Twitching his ears, the half-one and the whole, the young tom bunched his muscles, preparing to launch himself at Medium.
However…
Suddenly Murderkit found himself swept away, in the jaws of a black tom. His fierce yowl spit the entire camp, as October took him away.
“Put me down you bubble-brain foxdung! I swear, when I get free, I’m gonna’ gouge your eyes out and feed them to the crows! I’ll be back she-cat; you’ll be ssssoooorrrrrryyyy!”
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Post by ringtail on Feb 5, 2007 9:06:32 GMT -5
Watching the two cats go,Ringkit felt hurt.She bent down and put the pery up.Walking into the nursery she curled up into a small ball and fell asleep.
Opon entering the camp Thisle knew something had happened."What happened here?"she demaned.Dropping her prey in the pile she went in the warrior's den to water her flower.Coming out she asked again."What happened?"
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 5, 2007 19:21:44 GMT -5
As if to prove she had not forgotten about Medium, Andromeda glanced to him as he trailed off.
"Would you? I mean... the cobwebs, they'd probably work fine 'til either of the medicine knowing ones gets back," she said. She didn't simply forget people who were standing right in front of her! Especially if they were talking to her.
Then she turned to her apprentice.
"I'm fine... it isn't that bad. It could've been, probably, if Medium hadn't of stepped in," she told Nyria with a small smile.
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Post by October on Feb 6, 2007 23:29:41 GMT -5
Hearing the young toms threat encouraged play for him even more and he rushed about the camp, darting between cats and dashing towards walls and sliding away at last seconds, causing the young tom to swing this way, and that as he was hung ruthlessly from his nape. He launched over a random cats back and landed in the dust, a wide smile even with him in his mouth evident on the senile tom's face.
How far was the drop when his last owners dropped him, and why didn't he land on his feet..?
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Murderpaw
Apprentice
Mistclan Apprentice
I'd rather be feared than loved. Fear lasts longer.
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Post by Murderpaw on Feb 7, 2007 4:01:50 GMT -5
Murderkit felt dizzy and sick from his mad swinging in October’s jaws. This was unbelievable torture for the young tom – he hated all contact with other cats save for violence.
Blood.
Even so, a loud hiss escaped his small form the entire time. It could be seen as admirable he keep continuing, not stopping the malicious sound.
It could also be seen as bothersome. Worrisome.
If this kit continued down this path without anyone stopping him, it wouldn’t be a pretty sight of a warrior at the end. |
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Post by bloodsoul on Feb 7, 2007 21:55:14 GMT -5
Coming out again Ringkit watched the poor murderkit get "played with"
"any more of this and you could be a puppet!"she called to him,half amused.
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Post by bloodsoul on Feb 8, 2007 18:25:57 GMT -5
Walking though the waterfall Brokenwing glanced at the clan.What is that *cough* cat *cough* doing to the *cough* kit!"she asked,watching October take Murderkit away.She sat down by the water fall,the mist calming her sore trought as she drank it in.
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Post by medium on Feb 8, 2007 22:46:41 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium purred, happy that for once, he had not been discounted immediatly.
He slipped into the medicine cat's den and returned with a cobweb-draped paw. "A--Andromeda?" he said loudly, mostly to get her attention. "Is that your name?"
He limped closer, his movements hampered by the cobwebs he carried. "Here," he mewed, a tad unnecissarily.
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 8, 2007 23:03:25 GMT -5
"That's m'name, don't wear it out," Andromeda said in reply to Medium. Introducing herself had, apparently, slipped her mind entirely. Or had it, and he'd just forgotten? Either way, it was an effective enough way to get her attention. Andromeda limped to meet him halfway, and padded the cobwebs onto her leg.
"Thank you," she said, and then grinned suddenly.
"And you're Medium. That's what you said earlier, I think. I don't forget faces and names, not often," she commented, "And your sister is Contrast. Your names match."
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Post by medium on Feb 8, 2007 23:08:56 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium laughed softly. "Ok," he meowed amiably. "You're welcome, Andromeda."
He gestured vaguely to his face, looking almost sheepish. "Well, I'm glad someone actually remembers me," he said, churring out a chuckle. "I'm not exactly...memorable."
At the mention of his sister, the dull-furred dom got his eyebrows-raised expression again; "My sister. Ah, my sister," he sighed, not without affection. "She gets all the breaks." He did not sound bitter or anything, and he even grinned. His grins were the infectious kind, worse than the flu.
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 8, 2007 23:30:06 GMT -5
"She's outgoing... she makes people want to look at her. She takes up her space. Me, I don't take up space- on purpose, though," Andromeda laughed slightly- a purr more than anything.
"You just have to take up some space!" the eccentric she-cat added, not really defining what she meant by this. It was more a feeling, than a thought. A general idea, and it was hard to put into words. Some people simply apologized for taking space, while some people took their space and devil take it if someone didn't like it. That was what Andromeda meant, but she didn't put it in words. She'd let Medium assign his own meaning to that particular statement.
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Post by medium on Feb 9, 2007 14:23:10 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium's purring laugh rolled low in his chest. "Not so much on purpose for me," he meowed. "I just don't draw attention. In fact, I seem to deflect attention. Cats look right over me." He seemed, oddly, almost apologetic.
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 9, 2007 17:29:02 GMT -5
TO be honest, Andromeda had been sidetracked in the time it had taken Medium to answer her. She'd only noticed him speaking after a couple of words. Her ears drooped for a second. She hadn't /meant/ to do that! Least of all to Medium, who everyone apparently did that to.
"Sorry... I really am a seriously distracted individual. Do prey manage to look past you just like cats? I bet you'd be a great hunter, with the talent to be overlooked like that," she said. Then she looked at her flipping tail for a few seconds. She'd never been all that splendid at hunting, but she usually blamed it on being a light color. Of course, if she would not move quite as much when she was hunting, it might help- she had an annoying tendency towards waving her tail before she pounced anything, and that rather tended to scare things off.
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Post by medium on Feb 9, 2007 18:00:52 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium flicked his tail in the equivalent of twoleg shrugging. "I'm alright," he meowed. Then he got this funny expression in his face; "That's really my problem. I'm 'alright' at everything. I can hunt...alright. I can fight...alright. I have no particular skills nor distinguishing attributes."
Medium was smart; this a cat could tell by his speech. Yet something about him make other cats look away, at something else.
Something about him failed to draw attention toward him.
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 12, 2007 18:12:06 GMT -5
Andromeda looked sideways at Medium, out of the corner of her eyes. She didn't say anything for a moment, and then several. But she hadn't spaced out, she was trying to think of something that seemed at all helpful to say.
"You could... stick brightly colored feathers to your tail with treesap, and then you'd have a bright feathery little tuft! And /then/ people would notice you!" she finally laughed, thinking of the most ridiculous idea she could. As if using it for an example, she batted a stray birdfeather that was down by her feet lightly into the air, at Medium's nose.
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Post by medium on Feb 14, 2007 22:09:13 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star -- Medium laughed softly and managed to catch the feather in his mouth.
"But where do I find treesap?" he meowed, his dull amber eyes wide and mock-begging.
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 14, 2007 22:12:23 GMT -5
Andromeda looked around.
"Well, a tree. With a branch low enough to break, so it'll bleed sap. Yes," she answered with an affirmative nod. Sometime, her friend was going to awaken with a dab of sap and a pretty feather on his head, and Andromeda grinning like the cheshire cat.
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Post by medium on Feb 14, 2007 22:24:27 GMT -5
((We are)) peices of a falling star --
Medium stood and shook himself off. "Well, I am going to find that branch. Thank you, lady Andromeda," he added with a overdramatic bow, "For showing me the way."
He took a few steps away, then stopped and looked back, a silly grin on his face. In appearance, the tom showed little interesting at all, but that grin had character.
"I need to explore my home territory, do I not?"
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Post by Timescar / Strifekit on Feb 15, 2007 3:15:51 GMT -5
A pained hobble directed the Maine Coon into the camp, limping heavily off her left hind leg. The she-cat blinked her emerald eyes, looking around. Didn’t Lillystar say there was a medicine cat who could help her?
She saw no cats save for a she-cat and a tom, and it was against her nature to just waltz up to them and ask for help. No, Timescar could be stubborn as hell about certain things, but that was just how she was.
She too felt a heaviness in her belly, even though she hadn’t eaten in quite some time, but that was instantly ignored as her bad leg accidentally bumped against the ground and a yowl of pain split the calm atmosphere of the camp. |
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