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Post by Willowishness on Aug 1, 2008 0:11:04 GMT -5
The small elf-like she-cat was nestled into a comfortable little nest of bird feathers, ferns and rabbit ear moss.
Her mostly brown dappled fur was turned to soft silver by the light of the full moon, which blocked out all of the stars, leaving the sky a blank dark expanse.
She was in the forest of cherryblossoms, wondering if this would be the night a tom happened along and found her.
She was 16 moons now, mature enough physicaly, mentaly, and spiritualy to bear kits(they'd be born in 2 moons, when she's 18, so I'm not breaking any rules).
And so she decided to do her new clan a favor and give it a few much-needed extra members.
She didnt intend to be loyal to the tom that fathered them.
The apprentice-sized female wriggled in her nest, sinking into it more comfortably. She closed her eyes, figuring that it was too late at night for anyone to be wandering here. She'd just sleep here and return to camp in the morning.
Then a branch cracked nearby; she stiffened and opened her eyes, which were silvery because they reflected the full moon. Her ears pricked curiously... ((ANY young tom. He doesnt have to be from the Fifth Clan... or any clan, for that matter.))
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Post by $~Swifty~$ on Aug 1, 2008 10:40:25 GMT -5
Dexterity came into the clearing, somewhat stunned to see MottledBug here so late. The 17 moon old tom padded forward and sat down a few taillengths away. "Hello, I'm Dexterity, and what might you're name be?" he meowed a little awkwardly, but he was gaining confidence as he spoke. The big, well muscled tom looked at the she-cat curiously, his dark tabby pelt turning somewhat lighter by the moonlight.
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Post by Willowishness on Aug 2, 2008 0:26:46 GMT -5
"MottledBug," She gave her answering mew in a dreamy, seductive whisper.
Despite her usual ignore-everyone personality, the cat silhouetted by the moon knew how to get herself a guy.
"And what's a big, bad Rogue like you doing so far from home?" She still spoke in her whisper and teased the words 'big', 'bad', and 'Rogue' to make them sound like they were something cute or darling. She was almost mocking the "big, bad Rogues" of the world. XD
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Post by $~Swifty~$ on Aug 2, 2008 7:47:31 GMT -5
"Nothing really. It's the first time in a while that I've gotten away from my sister in a while, so I decided to explore a bit , and ended here" He meowed, completly oblvious to the teasing, mockery. He definetly wasn't the smartest cat around,.... that's what Wisdom was for.
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Post by Willowishness on Aug 4, 2008 0:42:34 GMT -5
MottledBug twitched her long white whiskers in amusement at the tom's oblivion. She let her deep brown eyes fall over the tom inconspicuously while mewing,
"Dexterity is a rather long name; mind if I call you Dex??" She was still playing with him a bit, not feeling in a serious mood.
She noted that his brown tabby pelt and his amber eyes. His body seemed perfectly made for battle, though she already had figured out that he wasnt the brightest stone in the river.
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Post by $~Swifty~$ on Aug 4, 2008 7:42:48 GMT -5
"No, call me whatever...." he purred softly. "So you're a clan cat right?" He asked curiously. Something about the she-cats scent was weird. He never heard of being in two clans at once, though one scent was stronger than the other.
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Post by Willowishness on Aug 4, 2008 19:38:20 GMT -5
"I live with the Fifth Clan," She meowed. The way she stated it made it sound like her true home wasnt with the Fifth Clan, though; that her heart lay somewhere else.
"But I used to be from MysticClan." She trailed off for a moment, eyes on the sky.
"The other clans recently cast out all cats of Rogue descent. But it doesnt matter. We're starting our own clan now." She tightened her shoulders, appearing even tinier than she had a moment ago. Then she shrugged away the tension in her small body fluffed out her fur against the late Autumn chill.
"Have you been a Cavern Rogue your entire life, Dex?" Her eyes left the sky to meet the eyes of the tom for a breif second, then she glanced coyly away.
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Post by $~Swifty~$ on Aug 5, 2008 7:57:09 GMT -5
"Yes, but my mom used to be from NatureClan" He meowed matter-of-factly, every cat knew that. At least all the ones he'd talked to.
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Post by Willowishness on Aug 7, 2008 0:24:54 GMT -5
((Your cat is rather stiff. . .
I feel like MottledBug is frowning, trying to get him to stop merely answering questions and waiting for her to do something.
This might not work out, Swift. . .))
MottledBug, obviously, had NOT known that. She tipped her head to the side with a minute sigh.
Perhaps she didnt want this tom's genes to mix with that of her family's?
Should she be more picky? Yes... this was her first litter she was thinking about, after all. Perhaps she should up-and-leave?
Come back tomorrow, maybe?
She was being a silly little goose, thinking she could find a powerful and smart tom to father near perfect kits on her first night here.
"Well... I should go. Cats will be missing me." Not exactly a lie... okay, so maybe it WAS a lie. Completely and absolutely with no hint of truth in it. With the hunger and chaos in camp, no cat would even notice if every she-cat in the Fifth Clan suddenly disapeared. MottledBug wouldnt be missed tonight.
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