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Post by Onyxdart on Jan 14, 2009 1:16:09 GMT -5
The tall, leggy she-cat paused on the borders of Duskclan, one ear tilted to the side and the tips of her fangs on one side of her moth showing in a sarcastic smile. These scents held none of the ruthless superiority of her old clan. There were fewer of them, too... just what kind of "clan" was this?
She flicked her tail. She could stay, and see just what this clan was, or she could leave, and try to find another clan. But she had heard about the other clans- a bunch of honor bound saps. Honor she appreciated. Saps, she did not.
With a bored yawn, she sat down and began to groom her chest, and then her legs, and finally her paws. When that became boring, she stood and dug around in the dirt for something to amuse herself with- a beetle maybe. Luck was with her. A black beetle trundled out from under her paw and she prodded it, then used a claw to poke at it. She couldn't quite bring herself to spear it through, but she batted it clear into Duskclan, watching with pleasure as it sailed over the tall grass and out of sight.
Well, alright. That was over. She sat down again, and licked her back, and her tail, and her back paws. All the time she was grooming, she kept both of her ears swiveled towards the interior of Duskclan, just waiting, waiting, waiting, for someone to show up and do something amusing, like demand she provide reasons for existing, or demand she leave, or demand anything, really. [/center] |
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Post by Bloodstar on Jan 16, 2009 17:00:55 GMT -5
Bloodstar wasn't in the best mood on this particular day. A black beetle sailing past his head in the direction of the border did not make him any happier.
He grunted, then turned his head to face whatever was flinging beetles his way. No cat was in sight. “Beetles don't fly,” Bloodstar growled, and sauntered toward the border. It took him only a moment to find a she-cat grooming herself. “So,” the large tabby tom meowed smoothly. “Sending beetles your way of communicating?”
Bloodstar watched the she-cat with lazy, half-closed red eyes. It was obvious that he was agitated; if she didn't pick up on that, she was an idiot, and he had no room for idiots in Duskclan. “You know whose border you stand on, correct?” he added. He sounded like a poumpous ass, he was sure of it, but on this particular day he didn't really care. Today he was tired. He had been tired since the war; each day had become less hazy over time, but he was still just the slightest bit fatigued.
He wasn't about to let just anyone into Duskclan: Bloodstar didn't want stupid cats running around screwing things up. He meant business. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Jan 16, 2009 20:23:42 GMT -5
Glacier blue eyes looked up and regarded Bloodstar with no warmth, as if he were the beetle the she-cat had just sent flying. Red eyes. That was interesting. The she-cat blinked slowly, and then regarded the tom with another even stare.
"I know on whose borders I stand," she answered, tail curling around her flanks as she sat seraphically, both ears listening to the tom, except when one or the other flicked away at a noise.
"And I do not generally communicate by beetle. That would be ridiculously unreliable," she added. She had considered several other remarks, all of them disrespectful, annoying, or sarcastic, but she should see the tom was in no mood to be toyed with. And Elena, she had learned when not to tangle with things. The sarcastic sneer usually on her face was even moderated to something slightly less obnoxious, although her tail was twitching a little spastically, as if this was taking a great deal of effort. [/center] |
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Post by Bloodstar on Feb 6, 2009 17:07:14 GMT -5
He grunted as she responded to him, not entirely impressed. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy; thank Starclan she hadn’t decided to be annoying, because then there was no way she was getting into Duskclan. “It would indeed. What do you seek here? I’m not quite in the mood for long explanations so make it brief or…” That’s where he stopped: that wasn’t how he was going to recruit members. And he sure needed to.
“But anyway. What do you want?” Bloodstar growled, much less composed this time, and he slumped onto the ground, tailtip twitching. It appeared that he was as laidback as anyone, but his narrowed eyes and alert ears said otherwise.
The large tabby tom looked the she-cat up and down; she was pretty. Her eyes were so blue. “And by the way,” Bloodstar added, stretching to scratch behind his ear with his hind paw, “tell me your name.” |
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 6, 2009 19:02:14 GMT -5
Elena kept an eye on the tom as he slumped down and then scratched behind one ear. When he growled at her, she merely flicked one ear back.
"I wish to join your clan. My name is Elena," she stated. That was as short and sweet as she could make it without becoming completely incoherent. Normally she would have added some flattery- this clan seemed strong, or some such other prattle. But it was useless prattle, and the tom, she could see, would probably just box her ears for it. That was if she was lucky. And if he boxed her ears she would feel the need to defend herself, which wouldn't improve the situation.
Elena sized the tom up for a moment. He'd kick her butt anyway, she figured. Best not to pick that fight. [/center] |
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Post by Bloodstar on Feb 7, 2009 10:23:33 GMT -5
With a sigh, he smiled absently. Did she now? Well that’s good, he thought, since he only had – what, five members? But he didn’t want to seem weak in front of a potential Duskclanner; then she might not want to join him, would she. She looked strong enough, and obviously knew when not to be funny.
“I won’t accept some one who will just walk away from us in rough times,” Bloodstar told her, but he intended to let her join – they needed more members. He turned and flicked his tail, indicating for her to follow him, and headed back to camp.
ooc: rawr. YO' ACCEPTED! x3 |
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Post by Onyxdart on Feb 7, 2009 17:24:37 GMT -5
It seemed the leader- he had to be the leader, of course- was going to give her at least a chance. She stood and followed after him, walking slowly so she wouldn't get ahead of him. That wouldn't do.
"Do members of your clan typically pull such dishonorable stunts as that?" she asked in reply to his statement. She sounded slightly affronted that he would even allow the thought of her ditching her clan to enter his mind. Well, yes, she'd left her old clan, but those were extenuating circumstances. And they certainly hadn't been in dire straits. It was a different thing entirely.
"You don't seem like the type to brook that kind of misbehavior," she added, her voice deceptively dry. [/center] |
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