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Post by Folf on Apr 27, 2008 9:58:29 GMT 9
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Dragonfly hadn't consciously decided she would dig to Ch-- er, to the bottom of the snow. It had just been his need for movement, for her paws to move and do something. Through...a half minute in, or the time Bubble had turned a puzzled gaze her way, the To-Be interest had peaked. The curiosity lending strength to her burrowing, her pastel fur was soon being scattered by flecks of snow.
"Whatd'ya see down there, Dragonfly?"
Dragonfly looked up from her progress, to spot Bubble leaning over with interest in her eyes. The scruffy she-cat glanced back to her small pit, which lay right beneath her paws.
"Nothing yet...maybe there's a dead cat under!" The To-Be's meowed, grinning viciously at the end. Un-scrunching her eyes, work was swiftly continued at her cream dyed paws, and snow began to fly again. Dip, scoop, toss. Dip, scoop, toss. The repetition of it felt great, both her mind and her body focused on the activity. Despite the exercise involved, Dragonfly felt...peaceful? The To-Be went with that.
"Ow!" Petite frame covered in a coat of snow, the she-cat flinched out of her self-dug hole as her forepaw slammed against hard...what? Ground? Ice? Corpses? All three thoughts sent Dragonfly scrambling back into the snow cavity...and felt her body slump into a less adrenaline powered posture. It was just frozen ground, complete with those prickly little pine needles and sparse...grass.
"Awh," Dragonfly whined, paws kneading against the permafrost, which still held strong despite the season of Snow-Melt settling into place. "Sorry, Bubble, nothing worth seein'..."
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Apr 28, 2008 5:28:29 GMT 9
l [/font] ll[/right] As Dragonfly let out an exclamation of pain, Bubble's small silver claws unsheathed almost instinctively. What was it? Was there some kind of monster down there?!? A tremor of fear flew down the small tabby's spine but she ignored it, leaning over to see anyway. If there was some kind of freaky land-ghoul, she was curious as to what it would look like. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, there was no bogeycat waiting down there to grab to two kit-sized to-bes - just dirt. Ooo, how exciting.
"Awh, sorry, Bubble, nothing worth seein'..." Came Dragonfly's meow, echoing her own thoughts.
But then again, dirt was still a novelty in itself to the Tribe cats, right? A moon ago, she would have squealed aloud at the sigh of something so exotic as dirt. When had it become so boring? And what, she wondered, was under the dirt? Scrambling down into the little trench Dragonfly had begun, Bubble sheathed and unsheathed her claws before diving into the task, unknowing adopting a similar rhythm to Dragonfly (if not as gracefully). Claw, grab, chuck. Claw, grab, chuck. It was kind of fun! Bubble found herself muttering the words as she acted on them, soon adding a small tune to them. Claw, grab, chuck. Claw, grab, chuck. Claw, grab -
"Eeeeeiiiiiaaaa" Came the started screech as her claw hit something soft and fleshy. Bubble leaped out of the hole with unprecedented speed, eyes wide with wonder and fear at the spectacle before her... a worm. Or rather, three worms. Three long, wriggly, wet worms. "What in the name of the Tribe of Endless Swimming are they?" She gasped, looking automatically to Shore and Thrush, the oldest of the assembled cats. She had found her buried treasure, but what the heck was it?
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Post by :wolf on Apr 28, 2008 6:46:48 GMT 9
Thrush watched the to-bes silently as she waited for Shore to respond, tail twitching in a gentle rhythm as she found herself also excited by their excavation. How she'd like to join them, digging and whatnot. It had been a while since she'd had any exercise, what with the gigantic monstrosity that was her body as of late. The most she could do at this point was crane her neck and scoot a bit closer--oh, stop whining, Thrush thought to herself, giving her head a small shake. It'll be done soon enough.
She started out of her mental reverie at Bubble's squeal, and Thrush cocked her head for a moment towards Shore, before realizing that she too had been addressed. She wriggled forward on her belly, too lazy to make the effort to stand, until she was near enough to stick her nose into the small hollow Dragonfly and Bubble had made. Marsh-green eyes glinting, Thrush hooked one of the three worms on a claws, flipping it out onto the snow. The thing's thrashing grew more frantic, the lack of earth evidently causing it distress.
The queen watched it for a moment, racking her brain for the name of the creature. She'd seen it before, sure--sometimes, when they'd had to venture on land, the cats of Ocean Sea had used these slimy things as bait for fish. When the fish weren't near enough to reach, this had proved a useful tactic. But what were they called?
"Uh.." Thrush muttered, gritting her teeth as she stared at the worm, trying to remember. "It's like, uh.. a wurt, I think? Maybe a wurd.." No, that wasn't right. The tabby and white queen sat up, flicking the distressed worm back into the hole.
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Post by Folf on Apr 30, 2008 8:57:14 GMT 9
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Dragonfly was already twitching her ears frantically, since the repetition of her digging activity was over. An object in motion tends to stay in motion, after all. The To-Be still stood on the edge of the dip she had made, analyzing the frozen, exposed earth with a disappointed gaze. She was ready to walk away, go for another run through the woods, when Bubble took over. The Tribe cat didn't give a second to watch the renewed burrowing silently.
"You think y'can dig through it all, Bubble?" Drasgonfly mewed, curiosity reaching the tip of her tail as she watched the tabby To-Be's paws break into the icy soil. Shaking off some of the snow dusting her pastel-colored coat, the To-Be was heading in to extend the pit...when Bubble leaped back with a squeal. Liquid blue eyes widening, the petite she0cat turned to see...somethings wriggling in the ditch.
"Ewww!" Emotions mirroring Bubble's, Dragonfly hopped away, just far enough so she could still see the "worms" (word yet unknown to her). They were small, and round-ish, and the same color as her nose...the young feline shivered in disgust, through a small spark of interest was being kept alive. She had crept a paw step closer to scrutinize the things when Thrush padded over, and hooked one without hesitation on her claw.
"Uh..It's like, uh.. a wurt, I think? Maybe a wurd.."
Dragonfly looked up, half-incredulous half-pondering.
"A 'wurd'? Like a 'word'?" She meowed, before looking back at the now pair of things. They don't look like words...or letters...
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Post by Fishy on May 2, 2008 4:29:22 GMT 9
Shore looked down at the fish. "Oh, you can have it. I'm not the hungry." Shore mewed softly and nudged the fish closer to Thrush. She shuffled her paws in the dirt and looked up at the To-Be's. Her heart skipped a beat as Bubble started digging in the dirt and when she let out a squeal. Her paw lifted and dangling from her claws was a squishy thing.
"Oh! I saw boats before, they were calling those things bait! You found bait!" Shore nearly bounced up and down in excitement like a kit. Her tail flicked behind her and her eyes lit up. "Wow!" [/center][/color][/font]
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Post by .}{EXXI. on May 24, 2008 23:15:25 GMT 9
l [/font] ll[/right] Bubble's nose crinkled in confusion. This was a little much to take in. "Wait, so that thing is the word 'bait'? What's the other one then...dirt? And how do you tell the difference anyway? They look the same to me!" The small tabby exclaimed, mind churning in an effort to accept the new concept. Hey, she wasn't the smartest of cats as it was. How was she supposed to comprehend writing, and mistakenly comprehend it at that? The petite to-be looked from the calmer Thrush to the excited Shore and then back again, deciding Thrush would probably know. She seemed to have a little more of an air of wisdom around her. Bubble assumed it was from becoming a mom because her own mom had known everything.
This thought led her eyes to Thrush's huge belly. The to-be nearly wrinkled her nose in distaste. Personally, she would hate to have to lug around all those kits. How in the name of the Tribe of Endless Swimming did Thrush manage to walk properly? She looked as big as a puffer-fish! Tilting her head to one side, Bubble side-tracked the conversation completely by asking, "When are you going to kit, Thrush?"
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Post by Folf on May 25, 2008 0:31:58 GMT 9
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Dragonfly looked up for her impromptu observation of the worms as Shore bounced over. The petite To-Be could barely hold in a giggle, but let a smile loose, at the she-cat's excitement over the find of the...wurts. Or as Shore called them, "bait". And that they were used on the boat for some reason that the prey-catcher wasn't voicing. Curiosity only increasing the frantic twitches running along her tail, the young she-cat was about to jab Shore and ask why, when Bubble's confusion boiled over.
"Wait, so that thing is the word 'bait'? What's the other one then...dirt? And how do you tell the difference anyway? They look the same to me!"
Dragonfly felt her paw stop mid-jab. And her head swim as her fellow To-Be tried to eludicate the whole situation. And in a spout of idiocy, responded.
"No, no, I think these little things were all used as bait...but there must have been more of them...and they do smell like dirt...and what is bait, anyway?"
The pastel-furred she-cat cast a questioning, liquid-blue glanc up at the cat who had started it, Shore. But by then Bubble had veered the conversation away from the wriggly little things in the ground (who were, without Dragonfly noticing, slowly disappearing back into the ground).
"When are you going to kit, Thrush?"
Dragonfly blinked once...before darting her own gaze at Thrush's engorged belly. And once she took it in, had the exact same thought in her mind. When the heck would that turn into a litter of kits?
ooc; And oh crap, I just remembered that Wolf put Thrush on limbo before she left. xD
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Post by .}{EXXI. on May 25, 2008 17:32:18 GMT 9
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Realising that her query to Thrush may have been a little too straight forward, Bubble mumbled something incoherent and quickly snapped her head back around to Shore, Dragonfly's explanation ringing in her ears. "Yeah, what is bait?" Now that she thought about it, she did know the word, but it wriggled about on the edge of her mind, much like the words in the hole. Most of what she knew was about being a boat-guard so she assumed this 'bait' had to do with fish-catching. "Is it something to do with fish-catching?" The little tabby asked, releasing her thoughts into the conversation.
What it had to do with fish-catching eluded her though. What on earth could you do with those things? Drop them on the fish? she could imagine that working, unless they were heavier than she'd first thought. Maybe you ate the words themselves...she turned to the hole to try one but found that the little wriggly things had disappeared back into the soil. It was quite fortunate for the she-cat because tasting them wouldn't have been a great experience. However, she was still at loss at what the use of the peculiar things could be.
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Post by Folf on Jun 4, 2008 2:55:28 GMT 9
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Dragonfly felt the energy begin to froth up again, the twitches in her short, fluffy tail being the warning signal. The To-Be acted quickly, not wanting the vat, so to speak, to overflow. As Bubble continued to contemplate over the "wurds", the pastel she-cat began to scratch at her ear frantically, no itch truly present but the action sapping her strength nicely. Lowering her hind paw, she turned to her fellow To-Be and tried to strike up a conversation.
"H-h-hey, B-bubb-le..." Dragonfly slowed as she realized the huge slurrs were caused by the slapping of her foot. Should have thought that out... With some regret, the young Tribe cat lowered her paw, and started once more.
"Wanna see if we can chase and catch one of the musky land prey things?" Overflowing sentence, another sign of jitters. Leaping to her paws, she didn't even wait for an answer before darting to the edge of camp.
"Come on, bet we can get the...the fluffy-tailed scurrying ones we hurry fast!" Dragonfly called over her shoulder, before dashing into the wooded area. The petite feline's pace didn't even slow as thoughts of killer trees trespassed into her skull.
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