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Post by pinecone on Sept 16, 2007 1:03:53 GMT 9
Sharp ears not missing the small amount interest in the she-cats tone, Fier Neve slowly got up, dark green eyes glowing with interest as well for the strange cat. "Yes, I'm new to here. I come from the mountains south of here." Almost flicking his tail to wards the south, and remembering, that naturally it would be impossible for anyone to see the large, misty mountains he had come from.
Fier Neve didn't really know that many new hunting techniques - he had only trained for a short time as a cave-guard, not as a prey-catcher. Even so, Fier Neve had run away from the tribe at an early age. And in the rogue clan, he was medicine cat, not a warrior. It was in healing that the tom made up for his lack of hunting skills, and for his lack of talent in fighting. [/size][/font]
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Post by Incognito on Sept 16, 2007 18:45:49 GMT 9
Felícia slunk about the base of the mountain, her beautiful silver, blue-tinted fur shone as bright as the stars, emphasising her dark, lime-green eyes as they glittered intensly. The rouge's head was streaked with darker shades of grey and slight white. The white rested delicately on her lower jaw and crept slightly above. It split and curled about her eyes. Giving them an almost hypnotic quality. She thought once more of how lonely she was, not hopelessly, more like she was pining for someone to talk to. After her brother and parents had disappeared she had been all alone, though she believed that her brother may be alive, since he had been captured by two-legs.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 17, 2007 4:15:00 GMT 9
((OOC: Anyone want to meet Felícia?))
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Post by emmy780 on Sept 17, 2007 6:03:51 GMT 9
OoC;; ANy of you No-Landers want to visit the town? Possibly meet the lonely Cobalt? [/center]
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Post by Incognito on Sept 17, 2007 14:27:47 GMT 9
((OOC: Ok!))
Felícia glanced behind her, at the glistening lights of the town, so bright, so beckoning. Maybe she would find company there? It was worth a try. So the she-cat started away. Paw step after paw step, unnoticed in the snow.
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Post by pinecone on Sept 17, 2007 21:20:02 GMT 9
ooc;;
xD I'm waiting for Sunnie.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 18, 2007 1:48:50 GMT 9
ooc: Lol, okies. ^^
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Sept 20, 2007 2:04:59 GMT 9
((Sorry, I was going to post but my compy died yesterday. I just need to edit the bit about seeing Felicia. -edits furiously- okies, here is: ))
"I see." She meowed carefully, weighing each word as she spoke, "And were you a warrior there? Or perhaps, a medicine cat?" He didn't seem to have the fierocity of a warrior, or any real loyalty so perhaps he was a herb-sorting kind of cat. Swallow, personally, had never had much respect for the medicine cats. They preferd to stay where it was safe, warm and boring. Never getting their paws dirty and always sorting through endless piles of muck. Still, a Clan could hardly survive without some cat to heal their wounds.
One ear swivelled backward to listen to the tell-tale crunching of another cat's paws in the snow. She backed up a pace so that her back was not towards the newcomer, and could not be jumped from behind, before turned her intense yellow gaze toward the sound. Peering through the flying snow, she thought she saw a flash of pelt but it was gone in a moment.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 22, 2007 20:36:54 GMT 9
Tizzy padded across the SnowClan border, relieved to be in neutral territory again. By now, she and Tarsen probably smelled like a lot of things: Wind, snow, and pine trees. Earth and stone. But now, she was back in neutral grounds, and she didn't have to worry about foreign scents. They were common here, and she glanced at Tarsen, noticing for the first time how his tourtoseshell pelt looked so illuminated and bright against the dull moonlight, his yellow eyes bold and clear.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 22, 2007 22:33:09 GMT 9
Tarsen put his head to one side, but nodded without a word, it felt natural to be back, though he would prefer to be in the ocean. But his sister was holding him back. (Felicia is in the town, talking to Cobalt.)
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 23, 2007 2:09:33 GMT 9
[[ooc;;yup, but they don't know that xD]]
Sitting down and giving her fur an excited lick, Tizzy mewed, "So, where do you think your sister is?" she aked, tilting her head to one side and gazing at him with curiosity. They were back in unclaimed territory, now they just had to figure out how to find the sister Tarsen was looking for. She wondered if he ever felt an unspoken connection, a bond, that might help him figure out where the she-cat was. She also wondered how long it would take to find her. She was certain the mysterious cat was out there; Tizzy trusted Tarsen, and his instinct. And if Tarsen thought his sister was alive, she must be. But where? she thought warily. The could be looking forever.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Sept 23, 2007 16:22:20 GMT 9
One pure black ear swivelled around to catch the faint sound of other cats' voices. She recognised them as the cats she had heard earlier today. No doubt they had realised how mouse-brained their idea was and had come crawling back to saftey. There were a lot of cats abou the no-lands lately. Normally she could go for days without seeing one and now, well, there was Fier Neve, those two idiots and she thought she'd seen another she-cat too just now. Counting herself that was five cats. Nearly as many as some Clans have warriors. She mused to herself, suddenly stopping, stock-still.
Nearly as many as some Clans have warriors. Was it possible that...?
Turning her head, Swallow called out, raising her voice above the wind, "Why don't you two come over here behind this boulder? It's more sheltered fromthe snow and wind."
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 23, 2007 18:16:19 GMT 9
At the sound of the other cat's voice, Tizzy's tiny head shot up. Was another cat inviting them to join her?! They were a freak and a tourtoseshell tom, about to go off to sea after looking for a long-lost silver cat! Who'd want to talk to them?! She glanced worridley at Tarsen, eyes large. She didn't dare speak, just gave him a 'should-we-go?' look. They might get into something that would keep them from their goals. Then again, maybe these cat's knew something about Tarsen's sister. She gave him a wary look that said, 'do what you want, I'll just come along for the ride'.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 23, 2007 23:54:13 GMT 9
Tarsen hesitated, but nodded, creeping towards the boulder, he relaxed when he scented only one cat. Glancing back at Tizzy he mouthed. "I think it's safe."
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 24, 2007 0:04:49 GMT 9
Tizzy nodded, glued close to Tarsen's side. There was something tense, forboding about the air around her. A heavy feeling, telling them to turn around, go back to the sea where the air was light and the wind was biting, but that would be ridiculous at this point. But something about the other cat scared her, so she stayed close to Tarsen. If the beckoning cat was a threat, the two could fight her off together.
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