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Post by The Various on Jan 23, 2007 21:41:15 GMT -5
The young kit padded on.
The noontime sun was high and hot, beating on the back of The Various's neck as he and his opressors forged through a green field. He was terribly tired, but voiced no complaint or request to stop to his two keepers. Kafrar and Jafree walked on either side of him, to make sure that he didn't run. In preparation for their new bid for Clan entrance, The Various had been well-treated, regularly fed, and well-groomed. His silver-brown tabby fur shone, but his eyes were wide and haunted. He had not had a vision in about two weeks, and that scared him because he knew that meant that he would soon have an extra horrible one.
When we get to this "Clan", said Kafrar (even though he was identical to Jafree, The Various would not dare mix them up), I want you to keep your mouth shut. We've always been your devoted guardians and caretakers.
Some people, sighed Jafree, simply do not understand how to take a firm hand in the raising of a kit. We must cater to their sensibilities. And if you have a vision, he added, for the love of StarClan, make it a spectacle. Kafrar nodded in agreement. That always wins them over.
I understand, Masters, said The Various softly.
The young kit padded on.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 23, 2007 22:09:01 GMT -5
The large she-cat had been crouched on a rock, high above the thrush she was stalking, when she heard the voices. Leaving her prey for now, she crept to edge of the rock and peered over it. A kit was walking, flanked by two older cats who she assumed were 'guarding' him. At least that was the impression she got from what they were saying. When they had finished their reveri, she felt concerned for the kit and angry at the harshness with which they spoke to him.
Leaping down so she landed directly in front of the procession, she stood tall. She was a large cat, but lean and strong with muscle rippling under her fur. White, saffron and ginger colored her pelt, gold dust shone in her eyes. "What, pray tell, is your business in my Clan's territory?" she asked, eyeing the two older cats with fire in her eyes. |
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Post by Tragedy on Jan 25, 2007 18:58:20 GMT -5
The young kit was hopeful
The Various looked up from his paws. Hello, ma'am, he said with a faint smile. He had to address her first, like a normal kit would. But still look suitably tragic. He never tried too hard at that. His big blue eyes made it one small thing he didn't have to worry about. My name is the Various
Kafrar smiled charmingly. Good day, he said, is this your territory?
If it is, continued Jafree, Could we maybe hunt and spend the night here? They had a perfectly timed appearance that they had been hunting only for the kit, having starved themselves to achieve a thin appearance. There is scarce prey on the unclaimed territories, and it is hard to feed the lad here. So we decided to take a chance and come here. continued the brown tom. I am Jafree, by the way, this is my brother Kafrar, and you've already met the Various. He nuzzled the tiny kit affectionately.
The young kit was hopeful
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 26, 2007 22:58:20 GMT -5
Lillystar was not impressed by their act. She'd heard what they had said before and this ploy to deceive her only made her angrier. She narrowed her eyes at the two brothers, her only sympathy for the kit they were stringing along.
"Now if I told you that I'd heard everything you said before noticing my presence...would you perhaps change your story?" she asked, a slight smirk turning her maw. |
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Post by The Various on Jan 27, 2007 17:11:29 GMT -5
The young kit saw
The Various did not hear Lillystar, as long as he had waited for someone to see through his captors' act. He saw and heard nothing. Except for what was shown to him.
He was standing in this very field, but he was alone. The whole world was on fire, roaring across the plains of grass. The light of the flames reflected in his eyes, spiked upward into midnight sky. The smell of blood and gasoline hung in the air, the wails of a thousand dying cats piercing the night. He didn't know when, but he could see it, from the waterfall of MistClan to the open grasslands of DuskClan. The end of this valley.
Kafrar bridled at the dangerous tone to the she-cat's voice Come on Jafree, he said tersely, I can see that we're not wanted. Boy! Kafrar beckoned to the Various with his tail, as he turned to go. But The Various stayed. Jafree shot his brother a look. They started to slowly back away. He won't move. YOU GET OVER HERE!!! But the kit sat, rooted into the ground by the images of fire and bloodshed. Do you think we could take her? Kafrar hissed in Jafree's ear. I don't know, whispered Jafree, but there were more cat-smells at the border. She could bring them running.
So it's agreed then?
When the going gets tough...
They called in unison. The tough get going! The brothers turned tail and ran, racing over the grass. Kafrar ran closer to Jafree and spoke into his ear: But with a big a prize as The Various....they come back.
The young kit saw
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 27, 2007 18:39:48 GMT -5
Lillystar smirked as the two devious toms raced away. Cowards deserve no place in my Clan... she thought firmly. Then she turned her gaze to the kit, who looked severely frightened.
"Are you alright young one?" she asked, touching his shoulder with her tail. "You look as if you stepped on an adder..." |
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Post by The Various on Jan 27, 2007 20:29:24 GMT -5
The young kit was ill at ease
The Various recoiled from the touch of another with a high-pitched scream, regardless of the fact that it was that of his rescuer. His eyes were still unseeing, but they were wide with panic, and his little sides heaved as he gasped for air. The touch of Lillystar, to him, was the touch of....
The Twoleg reached for him again, and again The Various avoided him, but just barely. It shouted at him with it's loud nonsense sounds, and waved a long, shiny stick with a wire loop on the end. They stood in a clearing of the chaos, a ring of fire all around. Another cat shot right past him, only to be caught as the Twoleg stuck the stick out with the loop right in front of the other cat. It struggled as the loop tightened around it;s neck, and it was lifted into the air, and made distressed gurgling sounds. The Twoleg flicked it's wrist, and the cat was killed with a sickening snap of the neck. The cat, which The Various could see was a she-cat, landed right next to him. He screamed again as her grotesquely head proved to be faceless. But while he was shaking with terror, the Twoleg came upon him and lifted him up, one of its strange paws around his head, the other around his body. The flames roared up, and the paws began to twist, bringing a screaming pain....
Mercifully, he fell unconscious.
The young kit was ill at ease
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jan 27, 2007 20:53:52 GMT -5
Lillystar prodded the kit, but it did not wake. She wasn't sure what to do. Leaning down, she pressed her ear to his chest and realized he was still breathing. In a moment of strangely resolute panic, she scooped him into her mouth and carried him into the camp. She would seek the help of their medicine cat and her apprentice, anything to help this shaken kit. OOC: To the Main Camp-"Urgent: Will you join me?" |
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