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Post by Kestrel on Jul 11, 2007 10:01:36 GMT -5
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The sky was overcast and slate-gray. For a summer day, it was cold and windless.
The cool air felt wet; it clung to the coat of the lone black cat who wandered the terrain.
He was lost.
Saigon was his name, and for most of his life he had lived, cowed and afraid, among a vicious band of outlaw rogues in a distant place. That band was dead and gone, but Saigon did not know how to live a normal life. Even as he walked, safe from them in this new land, there was anxiety on his face.
Tall and rangy, with shadowed blue eyes and a short pelt that betrayed his unnatural thinness, he was not a cat one mistook for another...well, generally. After all, true black cats are hard to come by.
A single drop of rain struck the hard earth nearby. Saigon's keen hearing picked up the sound, and he paused.
He glanced up at the sky. And of course, typically, at that very moment the sky open-fired.
Saigon sat, looking terribly lost and terribly wet. The rain poured down. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 11, 2007 10:29:17 GMT -5
She sat, staring at the rain- trying to make it stop. She knew that if she stared at the water long enough it would stop. Her icy glare could stop anything!
Falter stopped staring and quickly checked over her should, in case anyone was spying.
They loved to spy on her. They followed her everywhere- they didn't know she knew th-
Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she spotted a dark figure in the meadow. That's funny.. she said to herself. Usually they try to hide from her- you know, be inconspicuous.
She stayed still, hoping the 'thing' wouldn't notice her. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 11, 2007 10:38:14 GMT -5
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Saigon had very acute hearing. His large ears picked up the rustling of the she-cat almost instantly, and he subconsciously shied away from the sound.
His blue eyes flickered oddly. Raising his head, his ears angling slightly back skittishly, he meowed, "Hello?"
He stepped forward slowly, bringing one black paw down in a muddy rain-puddle. Saigon tilted his head to one side. Fear was a natural part of him now, and some part of him was always braced for attack.
But the smart part of him knew that what he needed...was a guide. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 11, 2007 10:55:31 GMT -5
Falter started to panic. She started to curse to herself.
This cat could be a murderer- that was it.
This cat was out to get her, this cat wanted to kill her, and eat her.
She shuddered, and for a quick second, she wondered why she
thought like this. She reasoned that she should turn down this cat politely, and then run for the hills- wherever those were.
She coughed, and spoke up.
"Er...um...h..he..hello."
Dang'it! She stuttered. A stutter that was unforgettable! This blood-thirsty cat was surely to track her down now. She had to run now. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 12, 2007 10:37:51 GMT -5
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Saigon stood very still.
That stutter. This cat was even more frightened than he was! It was amazing.
"Erm....I'm sorry to bother you," he mewed tentitively, taking slow steps backward. He felt bad about scaring that od she-cat, and her nervousness was only increasing his. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 13, 2007 6:54:16 GMT -5
"My name isn't Erm.", she spoke with a certain air in her voice, one that made you want to smack her on the side of her head.
Although, you always wanted to smack Falter on the side of her head.
The minute her voice struck the cold, wet air, she decided to screw the plan, and play it by ear.
But by the looks of it, this cat had the upper hand- he heard her when she barely even moved. So, Falter decided then, to play it by paw.
Much better.
She turned around, in the direction of the cat, her pelt, sopping wet and shivering. She sighed softly.
"What do you want?" |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 13, 2007 17:30:07 GMT -5
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Saigon twitched, his ears falling flat. Her tone...her expressions...his eyes did that strange, unnerving flickering.
The world felt suddenly strange to him. He became aware of an image, overlaid against the land; this vision was one of a crossroads at the edge of a vast field, on a dark night. Two cats stood there, both copies of Saigon. One was backed away, in the shadows. Saigon himself stood in the center of this strange crossroads. The third cat stood right beside him, his fur brisling, the white of his sharp teeth stark against his black pelt; a more intense, keyed-up version of Saigon.
He saw both this vision as well as the she-cat and the rainy day.
He turned away. "Never mind," he muttered.
This was not the cat who would help him.
"I need...a guide," he murmured, as if talking to himself.
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 13, 2007 20:24:07 GMT -5
"Dammit," she mumbled angrily. All he wanted was a guide, all he needed from her was a bit of direction. Falter felt guilty.
Falter rarely felt guilty. She thought for one quick moment, that, maybe, this cat wasn't a murderer. But the way his voice converted from scared, to angry- sharp almost. I mean, any cat would do that, but the way he did it.
It kind of scared Falter.
"Dammit," she cursed again, this time more loud. Now she was guilty and scared. Her small body stiffened slightly as the cat's eyes entered her mind.
"Hey...lis..listen," her face scrunched, as if she was eating rotten prey. She began to lick her muzzle.
"You...you need help?" |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 13, 2007 20:35:37 GMT -5
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The vision was gone.
Saigon turned back, and there was only sadness in his eyes. Rain fell in whispering sheets across the earth, and his black pelt hung on his ematiated frame.
"I...I've never been here before." His voice was low and musical, lonely and hopeless. "I don't know where to go." And there's never been a time in my life when I could do what I wanted, he added silently, wistfully.
"I just...need a point in the right direction." [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 16, 2007 6:20:35 GMT -5
The light she-cat padded closer to the tom, each step causing her pelt to ruffle; the anxiety ran through her veins, like a hungry wolf.
"What is the right direction," it wasn't a question, but a statement; a soft sigh. Her eyes danced with perplexity, as if she had been wondering all her life.
Her structure softened, her small ears became less alert; her light, wide eyes narrowed slightly. She attempted a smile, of course, it wasn't actually a real smile, but it was reassuring nonetheless.
"My name is Falter."
OoC: Oo- I like this size much better xD |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 16, 2007 14:48:11 GMT -5
s a i g o n _ x
Saigon stood very straight and very still in the summer rain, his ears up and quivering with alertness. His thin black pelt bore the scars of a hard life, and his blue eyes were wide and skittish.
He shook slightly, but calmed himself. He bowed his head in greeting. "Saigon," he meowed. "My name is Saigon."
It was reassuring. He knew who he was, even when he wasn't himself. Some part of him saw everything, and always knew.
"The right direction is..."
The band of rogues he had lived with had been brutal and bloodthirsty. Saigon would never return to them, nor any like them. They were nomadic, decietful, contemptuous, ruled by power. They scapegoated and connived and controlled. These things made Saigon fear his own kind, but he did not wish to be alone the rest of his life.
"...Somewhere with other cats. A--Clan, I think, is what they call them here. Do you know anything about Clans?"
Saigon watched Falter closely, both curiously and warily. When he lived with the rogue band, he never knew when an angry warrior would strike him without reason, would beat him to express their own anger, would fight him and hurt him just to sharpen their claws. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 16, 2007 15:14:31 GMT -5
Falter shuttered as a cold ripple of realization spread through her. It was clear Falter didn't fancy clans. They were hard; with intolerable clan-mates and pestering tasks to do everyday. They were too damn crowded, with too much compassion and anger, sadness and content rolled up into one.
She hated the idea of it.
"Yes, I know about Clans," she spoke dissimulated. She did not want to scare Saigon off with her beliefs and theories about clanhood.
Falter didn't like the idea of being loyal to one place, staying in one spot, knowing that someone could be spying on her everyday, at the exact same spot, in a place they knew better than her.
That's why she was a gadabout. That's why she traveled from place to place, only to find new nooks and cranny's to hide in.
"There are seven, I think. Three which territories are near here." |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 16, 2007 15:22:21 GMT -5
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Saigon nodded, commiting her words to memory.
"What...kinds of Clans are they?" he mewed quietly. Would they be just and stable and helpful; viscious and prideful and spiteful; bloodthirsty or good? [/blockquote] [ short o.o ]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 16, 2007 15:50:17 GMT -5
The she-cat emanated the cool, dewy air. It felt good to take a deep breath once and awhile.
"Well, there is Treeclan, I have heard their cats are wise. They use their surroundings as an advantage- the trees. They climb them, and use them for tactical points in a battle," Falter explained half-heartedly. She was happy that she was talking to someone for once.
"Mistclan is a territory where brave, thoughtful cats reside on waterfalls, and rivers. I've heard they are good thinkers. Stoneclan cats are full of pride. They live on the mountain, where rocks and boulders are located, so they have to be strong to climb them.
"I know Duskclan is the clan that is considered shadowy and bad, with their short tempers. They are very sly and quick-thinkers, which makes them dangerous, but the real danger is Boneclan."
She shuttered again, thinking about the clan made Falter tremble.
"Bo..Boneclan is the re...real danger. They are lead by pure evil. His..na..name is Bane, I think. Bone..clan is a rogue clan. It's full of murd..murderers, and rap..rapists; cann..cannibals that can really..tear you apart.
"Risingclan is another clan..created by rogue's. But, they're considered...g..good I guess. They want war ag..against B..Bane. Risingclan is lead by a she-cat named Kestrel. I heard she has two different colored eyes!" Falter was really excited about the fact that a cat could actually have two different colored eyes.
"Stealthclan is another ro..rogue clan. I don't know much about them...but they're not evil, I think."
Falter took another deep breath in, all this clan talk made her dizzy.
"I'm not really one for clans," she meowed while looking over her shoulder. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jul 16, 2007 15:59:19 GMT -5
s a i g o n _ x
BoneClan. Evil. Murderers.
Saigon twitched at those ugly words, his eyes flickering in that peculiar way. "B-Bone...Clan?" he meowed distantly, his eyes wide, the narrow.
"I know about them. Well, I've never heard of them, but I know..." He lifted one paw, turned it over; deep scars marks his paws, as if some cat had dug his or her claws methodically into Saigon's nail beds. One pawpad was missing, obviously by the work of claws. "...About bad cats," he continued, his voice very faint.
To distract him from those dark and depressing memories, he turned, following Falter's nervous gaze. He smelt moisture on the wind; MistClan. He could see distant thick forests; TreeClan. Wavering, shadowed fields of tall grass marked DuskClan. And above all that...the mountain, proud, permanant, solid; StoneClan.
Saigon cast these names around in his mind, and as his blue eyes traced the contours of the mountain, he decided on StoneClan.
The strength and fortitude of rock in a dizzy and dangerous world. It seemed comforting to the lonely tom.
"StoneClan," Saigon said aloud, his voice suddenly stronger and more immediate. There was actual satisfaction on his face, which was rare. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 16, 2007 16:18:24 GMT -5
Falter cringed at the battered paw. It was sad, what cats could do to torture other cats. She grimaced moreover of the thought of Boneclan, but her worries disappeared when she heard Saigon's choice.
In fact, she bowed her head toward Saigon.
"Stoneclan is st..strong. You will surely fit in," and even though Falter was happy for Saigon, she was a smidgen disappointed that he was leaving. Saigon was the first cat Falter had had a conversation with in moons. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Pripyat on Jul 20, 2007 15:37:06 GMT -5
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Saigon hesitated, then sat gingerly. He did not like travelling in the rain; it dulled the senses, and Saigon wanted full use of every sense when he went to join StoneClan.
"Stoneclan is st..strong. You will surely fit in."
Saigon glanced at Falter, then away.
"I am not strong," he muttered. I won't fit in.
He watched the rain fall for many long minutes. He would join StoneClan despite the fact that he was different, this he knew. Because in a Clan, he would not have to be alone. In a Clan, he would have someone to watch out for him.
Speaking very slowly, Saigon said, "Why don't you like Clans?" He tone was not at all accusatory. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 20, 2007 16:06:38 GMT -5
The she-cat stared at the ground, her dark orbs gazing at the damp grass.
Why would Saigon say that about himself? Was he being modest or what?
Her gaze slowly lifted from the earth below her, to the black tom. Her expression was unreadable; she blinked.
She started to speak, but quickly closed her mouth. She tried again.
"Too crowded, I guess. Why be stuffed and uncomfortable, when you can be loving life on the road, all the space you need," Falter let out a small 'huff'.
"No one to hurt me out here," she added so quietly, it was almost inaudible. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Pripyat on Jul 20, 2007 16:53:30 GMT -5
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"No one to help you, either," Saigon meowed, looking slightly suprised at his daring. He generally avoided saying direct things to other cats...his earlier question had been hard to voice, in fact. He half-expected to feel claws rake across his face or his shoulder to punish him for his impertinence.
He turned his gaze away quickly, rising slightly from his sitting position as if he expected Falter to do just that; to strike him as the members of the rogue band had done.
He remained that way for a moment, tense and nervous. Then he settled back again, blinking in embarassment.
His ears, which had been falling slowly back, tipped upright again.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, his blue eyes fixed on his paws.
He was free. There was no reason to fear, and yet...he did. He lived in fear.
Old habits die hard, though. He had always lived in fear, ever since that day when the rogues had come and stolen everything he cared about from him.
His home. His family. His freedom. [/blockquote]
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 20, 2007 18:50:10 GMT -5
She flinched, but quickly recovered
"Don't be, Saigon. Don't be sorry. "
Falter knew the black cat was right, and she hated it. She also hated the way he had reacted to...himself. She could sense his nervousness, after spending half her life in panic, it was easy to tell.
She frowned, her eyes far away, paying no attention Saigon.
"No one wants to help me, Saigon," she spoke with perplexity, but her eyes were clear.
That's a nifty trick. Her sopping pelt seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and suddenly Falter seemed tired. [/size][/color] |
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