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Post by chaostheory on Jun 30, 2007 18:07:23 GMT -5
hate hate hate
[/s][/u] Through the brittle, twisted bracken the brown and white tabby stalked, his burning orange eyes narrow, wary. He was powerfully built, long-limbed and muscular. His thick pelt hid the scars that crisscrossed his skin, but even without that evidence, he had the aura of a fighter. Dark, tough bushes adorned with clever, hidden thorns; a navy sky, a hot breeze. This section of the Rogue Meadow, the piece that bordered BoneClan, was harsher than the rest. Doubtless few wandered here for fear of the BoneClanners. But Chaostheory felt no fear. Fear was not a part of his mental makeup. He walked toward nothing, from nothing, on travel-hardened paws.[ ] [ ] [ ][/color][/center][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Memory on Jul 30, 2007 15:15:05 GMT -5
A battered she-cat padded after him,her tail swinging.She was smiling,her mind full of questions.She was a apprentice sized cat,not known what this cat would do to her,she just wanted someone to talk to.Shattered was shy,but her ceriousosity overflowed."Hi mister."She said,sitting down."How are you?You look upset or something." |
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Post by chaostheory on Jul 30, 2007 16:13:28 GMT -5
hate hate hate
[/s][/u] Chaostheory knew she was there. He had, for the most part, ignored her until now. But she had crossed a sacred line by speaking. Chaostheory whirled around, teeth bared fiercely. "Vut do you vant?" he snarled. His voice carried a peculiar accent. He took an agressive step forward, lashing his tail. "As for how I am, eet es none of your beez-ness, little kit."His voice was hard and furious. His unsheathed claws glinted razor-sharp against the dark earth.[x] [x] [ ][/color][/center][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Memory on Jul 31, 2007 12:17:53 GMT -5
Shattered back up,her ears flat in fear.
"I'm sorry!You just looked,sad and I have a habbit..."
She got up,shaking.
"Nevermind..."
She stared at her paws.She then heard,Little kit.Her hazel eye full of anger.
"Little!?!I am NOT little!I am 38 moons,thank-you very much."
She took a step forward,her eyes narrowed.She sat back down when she was finished,still steaming.Little!What does he think I am?A kit!Well maybe,I am small for my age... |
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Post by chaostheory on Jul 31, 2007 15:01:24 GMT -5
hate hate hate
[/s][/u] Chaostheory raised his head. He was massive; he towered over Shattered. "You look little to me, small vun," he rumbled dangerously. The large tom hated nosy cats more than anything, followed closely by everything else in the natural world. To say he was unfriendly was a bit of an understatement. And...this cat, she dared talk back to Chaostheory? He could kill her with a single blow, swat her like a fly![x] [x] [ ][/color][/center][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Memory on Aug 1, 2007 17:01:00 GMT -5
Shattered flatten her ears again.She stared at her paws.
"Sorry for bothing you mister."She mumbled.
Then a noise near her startled her.She when over to see what it was.Her front paw stepped in a puddle.she stared down at her reflection.
She was horrible.Her whole muzzle was just ripped up flesh that had healed wrong from her many beatings.She sat down in fron of the puddle,and she could feel her eyes watering.
"I'm ugly..."she whispered.
Ears flatted out of sadness she entered her own little world,ingore the tom behind her. |
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