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Post by Incognito on Sept 9, 2007 18:27:51 GMT 9
Tarsen looked like he was ready to burst into joyful laughter, but simply grinned. "Tizzy, that's a great idea..." He pondered for a second. "But how to cross it?" His heart was swelling with excitement and adventure. A vision of he and Tizzy skidding across the ocean shot into his mind, he purred ecstatically.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 9, 2007 19:28:51 GMT 9
Tizzy was filled with joy at the ecstatic reaction coming from her new friend. And he was right--they needed a way to cross it. She thought about things that washed up on shore, things they could ride on, and suddenly, it came to her. "Driftwood!" she burst out, the idea seemed so obvious, she didn't even know how it had failed to occur to her earlier. "We can use a big piece of driftwood, and ride across the sea!" She too could see them, on a piece of driftwood skidding across the water, the salty wind in their fur, the sun on the horizon, and was filled with excitement.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 10, 2007 0:53:15 GMT 9
Tarsen looked just about fit to burst. "Tizzy, this is amazing!" He yowled ecstatically. "Can you catch fish?" He added, they would need food on the journey, and voles didn't exactly run about the sea particularly often. The tom purred in excitement. Practically bouncing up and down.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 10, 2007 16:47:21 GMT 9
Tizzy's tail was lashing back and fourth madly in anticipation and impatience to get started. "Yes, I can catch fish, I lived on SandClan territory, so I learned how." she replied excitedly, "When should we go?" She couldn't wait to get started, to see all that she could, to travel the salty sea.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 11, 2007 3:05:12 GMT 9
"Why not..." Tarsen paused, a glint of mischief in his amber eyes. "As soon as we have constructed some kind of floating drift wood contraption." He swiped a small pink tounge about his jaws, demoloshing the last of the unfortunate mouse.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 11, 2007 17:21:17 GMT 9
"Yes." Tizzy agreed. "But how will we construct it? It needs to be done on SandClan territory, and we can't start without them noticing." she pondered this for a while, liking her paw and swiping it across her left ear every now and then. Then, an idea came to her. "What if we set off now, traveled all day, and hid out in SandClan near the ocean until nightfall. By the time we get there, it should be tomorrow just before sundown begins." She mewed, glancing at the sky. The sun was barely visible through the thick coulds, but if she was right about her judging of light source, it was a little less than halfway up its climb through the sky. "Then at night, we could gather some materials, construct a makeshift raft, and set off before sunhigh. While we're at sea, we can gather other things floating in the water and reinforce it if we have to." It would be risky, she knew, but it was all she could think of. "Unless you had another idea?" she mewed quickly. If Tarsen could come up with something better, she was all for it.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 12, 2007 4:37:41 GMT 9
"That's the only thing that would work." Tarsen mewed, he turned, towards SnowClan territory. "Will we have t go through SnowClan?" He enquired. Wishing he knew more about the clans.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 12, 2007 16:50:36 GMT 9
"Yes, we will." Tizzy mewed gravely, "We'll have to be careful, because they'll recognize me when we go through. We should travel around the base of the mountain, as far away from the camp as possible, and if we need a place to camp out along the way, we can go to the neutral territory between SnowClan and JaggedClan. Then we'll spend the next day traveling the way of the knotted tree, and then it won't be far to SandClan, which won't be a problem, I know the place like the back of my paw." She purred at the memroy of SandClan, and her paws tingled in apprehension and excitement of returning there, even if only to say goodbye once again. But this time, it wouldn't be as sad. This time, she'd be with Tarsen, and they'd be off, riding on the salty sea.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 13, 2007 1:54:01 GMT 9
Tarsen nodded swiftly, smile becoming slightly crooked as the wonderment of entering the territory came over him. The tom slid silently across the territory line, glancing around, he noted that no cats were near. He nodded to Tizzy. The were in. (Taking this to the SnowClan territory board...)
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Sept 13, 2007 3:27:57 GMT 9
Hostile yellow eyes narrowed at the pair of loners talking excitedly from a tree high abover their heads. Long, clear, supple whiskers twitched with scorn as a few fragments of their conversation drfted towards the spying she-cat. Travelling over the ocean? Why, in the name of eath, sea, sky and snow, would you want to do that? These territories could offer you so much - if only you were strong enough to take it. The rogue had no intrest in other lands when there was one right here, ripe for the picking.
The slender, smooth cat leaped down from the tree when they had gone, drawing a pure white paw over her face to clean it. Swallow would have the Clan terrirories one day. She just needed a plan.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 13, 2007 16:54:56 GMT 9
Excitement prickled through Tizzy's fur, and swelled through her body as she watched Tarsen bound into SnowClan territory. Round, black eyes shining, she followed quickly behind as her tail twitched with apprehension. [[Also going to SnowClan territory, sorry for leaving so abruptly, Sunnie D:]]
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Post by pinecone on Sept 13, 2007 17:35:23 GMT 9
Whiskers twitching, the tom sat, curled behind a large grey rock. He had no interest in the conversation. What two cat wanted to do with their lives was no concern of his, even if it was as foolhardy as sailing out into the ocean. Not even bothering to notice Swallow, the brightly-colored tom give his flank a long, rough lick.
feeling the chilly wind fly by him, Fier Neve shivered. There would be a snowstorm here, and soon, and most likely it's victims would be people like Neve, who had no shelter to hide in.
Raising a short leg in order to clean it from the dust and leafs that had stuck to it the past day, Fier Neve watched the two loners cross into SnowClan territory.
Idiots. [/size][/center]
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Sept 15, 2007 1:49:46 GMT 9
"Fools. Mouse-brains. You will die before the day is out." Swallow meowed quietly, half to herself and half to them, not caring that her low, dangerous voice didn't carry over the winds. The winds were pciking up too, she could have yowled to them to stop to stop but why bother? If those two idiots wanted to go get themselves killed then what was it to her? The less fox-dung in this world, the better.
Swallow gave her white chest fur a few licks before padding away silently to find a place to shelter from the threatening storm. An ice-cold wind sliced through the heat of her body like a knife through butter, but she did not shiver. It was nothing compared to the coldness of her heart, after all. (( xD )) Her path took her past a boulder where she stopped abruptly - there was another, flame-red, cat crouched behind it. "Who are you?" She demanded, an edge of ice in her tone, if it was a newcomer to the territories she would have to make a powerfull first impression. Most cats here knew her, and knew what happened if you crossed her.
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Post by pinecone on Sept 15, 2007 4:49:43 GMT 9
Looking up with interest, Fier Neve spotted the black and white cat in front of him, her voice cold and low, and her expression demanding. Ears pricking up with amusement, the tom raised his dark eyes to meet the she-cat's own yellow eyes.
Of course Fier Neve was new to the forest. If he wasn't, he would have run with his tail behind his legs from the icy she-cat. But instead, the only movement the orange cat made was shivering from the bitter cold, which penetrated his long fur. "I am Fier Neve." The tom made sure to keep his voice as even as possible, something told him that showing any sort of weakness in front of this cat was a bad idea. Immediately Fier Neve regretted not giving himself a better cleaning, the smell of crowfood wafting off him was sure to betray the fact that the rogue was not a good hunter; Not even nomands stank of crowfood so strongly right after green-leaf.
"And you are?" Once again the tom fought not to let the chill creep into his voice, keeping his expression as unchanging as possible. However this rogue was, she was not someone to be trifled with, even Fier Neve could see that. [/size][/center]
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Sept 15, 2007 18:50:08 GMT 9
Fier Neve? What kind of a name was that? It must be foriegn. "Where are you from, Fier Neve?" She asked, letting a hint of intrest fall into her tone, perhaps he knew new hunting or fighting techniques that could be of use. It might be better to appear just a shade more light-hearted. "I am Swallow, a rogue from around here. Are you new to the no-lands?"
Her yellow eyes raked over him, taking in his appearance. After the startlingly reddish coat there was nothing that new. He seemed to be about average size and not a particularly good hunter, judging by the not-so-subtle stench of crowfood seeping from him. Hemust have belonged to some kind of Clan - poor hunters did not last long enough to be fully grown in the no-lands. She wondered if he made up for it in fighting skills.
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