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Post by Willowishness on Feb 23, 2009 21:01:42 GMT -5
IrishKit crouched sloppily in a bit of dry grass. The white kit, unbothered by the hot mid-day sun, seemed to be stalking something...
She pounced, barely missing a somewhat plain yellow butterfly that flitted off towards the elder's den when she rustled the bush it had settled on.
IrishKit took off in persuit, kicking up warm sand as she ran across camp. She stopped, settling into a hunting crouch again as the butterfly landed on the tail of the sleeping elder GrumbleBelly.
IrishKit waited patiently for it to leave his tail and flitt to a bush nearby before pouncing again, scattering sand everywhere.
GrumbleBelly woke up with a snort and furiously cuffed the ears of the kit.
IrishKit made a terrified dash for the nursery, flattening her ears at the insults hurled at her by the elder. By the time she reached shelter and looked back, GrumbleBelly had gone into the elder's den for some peace and the butterfly was nowhere to be seen.
The white kit snarled an unbecoming curse and clawed at the dirt in frustration.
There were no kits old enough to play with. DarkLight was too busy caring for her seven newborns to give a lick about IrishKit. The apprentices thought they were too good for her and the warriors were too busy to play. Elders hated kits and the medicine cats were either sick or seemed to be holding a grudge against her for biting HawkKit's ear on their first meet.
The pale she-kit wanted to bang her head against a rock in annoyance.
Why??
Why did she have no littermates, parents, or friends to play with?
((Anyone XD))
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 23, 2009 22:17:57 GMT -5
Twin amber orbs watched the unloved kit. IrishKit had nearly stumbled upon him as he hid in his bush. Rogues were common in MysticClan terra. Though he wasn't in the Shadowed Doom, he had been able to infiltrate. Actually, he just kinda walked in..with some tips and help from Sayuri. she taught him how to be quiet and disguise his scent.. It's not like he had much of a choice, after all. Fracture had all but threatened..actually, scratch that. He had been threatened by Fracture. The tom had been trying to kill him since day 1. Fracture had declared that if Tommy couldn't stay, unnoticed, in or around a Clan for at least two nights, then he wasn't fit to be a Dog. So here he was. And he felt kinda bad for IrishKit. But he didn't move, barely breathed as he watched her. (((I know it's kinda unlikely for a rogue, even a young Dog, to be able t stay hidden in a Clans turf, but I really wanted Tommy to meet Irish cuz I like Irish.  ))) |
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 24, 2009 20:39:25 GMT -5
((lol she's a brat but she has a reason to be. ^.^
She should become an agent of the Shadowed Doom. It could be fun...))
When IrishKit kicked up dirt, a bright bit of mica was stirred up. It sparkled in the sun and caught her eye. She followed the gently drifting airborn bit towards the bushes where the Dog was hiding, completely unknowing.
Then the wind blowed harder, snatching the sparkle away.
IrishKit watched with disapointment.
Heaving a sigh, she kicked the dirt again, sending a choking spray straight at Tommy. When the hidden cat sneezed, IrishKit froze, triangle ears pricked.
She leaned forward and tip-toed stalk-ish-ly into the bushes, coming nose to nose with the Rogue.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 24, 2009 20:43:15 GMT -5
(((....ok, power-play much?)))
Tommy started out with a hard, but sheathed-clawed right hook, then followed uo by pulling IrishKit into the bush and out of sight. "Shh!" he hissed at her, stuffing his tail in her mouth. His bright red pelt stood on end and he froze, tensed and looked about him slowly. No one had heard. That was good. "Thanks for kicking dirt in my face." He hissed quietly to the white she-kit.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 24, 2009 20:54:16 GMT -5
((Powerplay? Not really. It's a cause and effect thing. You throw dust in someone's face, they sneeze. You scratch someone, they bleed. You wouldnt go screaming powerplay if someone posted "then fuzzypaw scratched tigerpaw, drawing blood", would u?))
IrishKit let out a muffled growl when her head was boxed for the third time in two days. It was getting sore...
"Who are you and why are you on MysticClan territory?" Or at least, that's what she tried to say. It came out more like "mmm-err-oof-neh-muff!" She writhed for a good five seconds, then got tired and went limp, staring up with wide eyes at her captor.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 24, 2009 21:08:40 GMT -5
((Jeez, you've been so up on the defensive lately...))
Tommy cocked his head at the sounds IrishKit made. He couldn't be sure of what she was saying. He held her there until she went limp, then he let up on paw, but keep the other pressing her to the earth. "Your name's IrishKit, right." he meowed gruffly, trying to sound like Fracture or Havok would.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 24, 2009 21:15:12 GMT -5
((Sorry. I just joined debate... XD))
"No," IrishKit mew-whispered,
"I'm StarsKit. IrishKit is over there." She pointed her tail in the direction of the nursery, hoping that this Rogue would go off in search of 'IrishKit' and leave her alone. Then she could run to NightStar's den and tell him that there was a Rogue in camp and he'd be so happy that she was such a good kit that he'd make her an apprentice way early and mentor her himself. Or at least, that's what she hoped would happen.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 25, 2009 16:23:48 GMT -5
"Well the, StarsKit." Tommy hissed emphasizing the name. "Tell me something; I know if I were to let you up, you'd scamper off to tattle like a kit. But tell me one thing before I enivitably have to let up you..maybe..why would you tell your Clan. You've looked pretty miserable to me since I've been watching, and no one here's tried to make it any better."
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 25, 2009 22:20:47 GMT -5
Like a kit because I AM a kit, you dummy!
But his words made sense.
"I couldnt care less if you and your Shadowed Doom came and ripped out the claws of every cat here. But I want to become a good warrior so that I can prove wrong every cat that was ever a jerk to me..." IrishKit trailed off with a yawn.
It was nap time, now.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 26, 2009 19:05:42 GMT -5
"Why are they jerks to you?" Tommy asked, lifting his other paw from IrishKit. He could see she was becoming sleepy, and he didn't feel she was much of a threat at this point. If she bolted to go tell, he would have a head start out the door. He could at least make it into another Clan territory before a patrol caught up.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 26, 2009 20:15:09 GMT -5
"Cause my parents are probably rogues. No one really watches out for me and sometimes I... get under cats paws, I guess." IrishKit looked sad for a moment, then,
"So who are you?" She stayed on her back limply on the sand because she felt like it. The sand was getting more and more comfortable...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 27, 2009 18:33:29 GMT -5
Tommy's ears flattened against his head. Should he tell her? He couldn't see much harm in doing so. So what if they knew his name. "My name's Tommy. And I'm not in the Shadowed Doom. I'm a Dog." He paused to gauge her reaction. It was possible she didn't even know what the Dogs were, being just a kit.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 27, 2009 19:16:28 GMT -5
"No, I'm pretty sure you're a cat." IrishKit countered, confirming Tommy's beliefs that she knew nothing of Gypsy gangs.
"Dogs are big and drool a lot. Well, you're big and drool a lot but they're even bigger. And even if you ARE a dog, they'd probably let you be in the Shadowed Doom. They like power and having a dog on their fighting team would make them really hard to stop." IrishKit rolled over and got to her paws. She shook the sand out of her fur.
"Nice to meet you anyways, Tommy. Even if you are..." She contemplated the word 'stupid' but decided instead on,
"confused." He was still stronger than she was and she didnt want to offend.
"Soo..." She shuffled her paws. Awkwardness...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 28, 2009 9:48:40 GMT -5
"Not that kind of dog, mousebrain." Tommy growled. "It's a gang called The Dogs. But I'm wasting my time. A goody-goody kit such as yourself wouldn't know what they are. You've probably never even been out of your camp before." he sneered.
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 28, 2009 17:24:15 GMT -5
"Yeah! Because they dont let me out! I'd go if I could, believe me." IrishKit bopped Tommy's nose with her feathery tail.
"So what do 'Dogs' do?? Are they with the CAE or the Shadowed Doom?"
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Feb 28, 2009 17:51:32 GMT -5
Tommy opened his mouth to explain, then paused. "...You'd go if you could, hm?" He asked thw hite kit. "Then come with me. Just out on the territory. No one will know your gone."
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Post by Willowishness on Feb 28, 2009 21:27:19 GMT -5
It was true. No cat would notice she was missing because no cat knew she existed, metaphorically.
But that might not work in her favor. Only StarClan knew Tommy's intentions. He might be one of those creeper canibal cats that preyed upon the weak and alone. Or he might be stealing young kits to be recruits for his 'Dog' group. Or he might even be from one of the CAE supporting clans and they'd grab her and use her to bargain with MysticClan for the return of war prisioners or whatever.
Or maybe he really just would show her the territory?
Yeah, and maybe NightStar will get up and start calling ceremonies again. Psh. She refused to believe that Rogues like this one went around helping kits see the world because they had kind hearts.
"What's in it for you?"
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 1, 2009 13:44:26 GMT -5
"Well for one I can continue talking to you without getting anymore cramps in my back." Tommy attempted to stretch, but the bush wouldn't allow him to move freely if he still wanted to stay hidden.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 1, 2009 13:50:32 GMT -5
"And why in StarClan's name would you want to keep talking to me?" IrishKit's dark green eyes narrowed in suspicion.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 1, 2009 13:58:40 GMT -5
"Well, why not? i don't have anything better do, except get tortured by Fracture." Tommy added the last part in a dark mutter as he thought of the cruel tom who seemed to have it out for him.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 1, 2009 14:01:20 GMT -5
"Eep. Wrong answer." IrishKit lashed her tail.
"You HAVE to have a better reason than that." This cat wasnt making sense. In IrishKit's one-track mind, every cat had to have a self-gain reason for every word they said, every motion they made, every action they chose...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 1, 2009 14:03:02 GMT -5
Tommy shrugged. "Then I guess I should just leave." He replied and made a move to leave their bush, though his movements were slow.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 1, 2009 14:05:40 GMT -5
Her plan to tell NightStar re-entered her head and IrishKit sprinted back out to camp,
"NIGHTSTAR!! NIGHTSTAR!"
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 1, 2009 14:10:20 GMT -5
Tommy really took off after that, speeding out of the camp and through the territory. And he went fast. Just one of his talents. But he smiled to himself as he ran, wondering randomly how IrishKit would react the next time he met her.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 1, 2009 14:12:53 GMT -5
((lol that was interesting... end of post??))
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)))