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Post by Leopard on Dec 23, 2016 12:41:35 GMT 8
(For Bitter 's Mimickit and Ryetail) The cool breeze tossed and tugged at his fur. It was all that stood between the afternoon sun being present and overbearing. Ryetail’s light ginger fur blended into the water starved undergrowth clinging to the protective slopes around the camp entrance. In fact only the deep copper of his eyes and the white climbing up his front were cleanly visible. He turned his face up to drink in the sunlight this was his favourite kind of day, soft and gentle and almost (but not quite) uncomfortably warm. He shifted his gaze downwards to survey the camp entrance, all was quiet there. There had still been no sign of the dogs that were stealing prey this far into the territory but spending extra time on guard kept him calm. For the first time in hours he moved properly. He got to his feet, arched his back and leaped neatly down beside the camp entrance. A dryness tugged at his throat. Perhaps he should head into camp, see if any of the kits or queens needed an escort to the pond. He paused by the entrance, down here the air was stiller and even warmer. It was too nice a day to ruin with the chattering of kits. |
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Post by Bitter on Dec 23, 2016 22:15:52 GMT 8
Yet there she was, the quietest kit in the town, the utmost peculiar child with no parents. The one who hides herself and refrains from anything that other kits think are 'fun.' Yes, Mimickit. Mimickit was searching for the darkest, coldest shadows of the camp but she was still miserably hot. It was as pointless. She awaits a warrior to escort her out of camp. She wasn't too confident, but she was rather sure that whatever was out there would certainly be cooler than in here--literally and metaphorically.
Eventually, she grew restless and far too impatient. She was so curious! She wanted to escape, even if it was for just a little bit. She had to.
Mimickit scoped out the camp entrance. That scrawny piece of prey of a guard could certainly be fooled and she could get out on her own. Of course, she was underestimating this senior warrior harshly as she stalked up to him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a more civil and less inhumane way to do this. After all, all she needed to say was...
"Take me to a pond. Now." In a chilling voice that lacked any characteristics except for a bit of a kitten's natural squeaky touch.
This warrior wasn't much taller than her, actually. Or, maybe he was? Mimickit stood up tall with narrowed eyes, sizing the male up. She couldn't recall his name but she felt pity for him..whoever he was. It must be difficult to prove yourself to your clan when you're so small. Sucks to be him?
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Post by Leopard on Dec 23, 2016 22:54:17 GMT 8
(There probably actually isn’t that much because he’s pretty small… but then again she’s small as well which complicates things)
Take me to the pond. Now. Two qualities were unmistakable from the tone, it was a kit’s voice and it was supposed to be an order. He wasn’t some blasted apprentice to be ordered around for the smallest of whims. Sure, he’d been about to offer just that but an offer was different to an order, and he didn’t take orders from kits. The hot, still air at the base of the old quarry and the intermingling of general clan scent made it impossible to identify the scrap of fur by smell alone. Much as it pained Ryetail to turn from the sun he did so, and stared flat out at the scrap of silver who ordered him around so blatantly. So there was a kit who wasn’t scared of him?
She was small for her age but he’d apprenticed enough cats to tell from her development that she was in the latter stages of kit hood. That would make her… He swallowed. She was small, innocent and alone. For a split second he was reminded of a certain scrawny ginger kitten and felt a surge of pity. The uprising was crushed, brutally within a moment, and the pity died. The clan would crush her sooner or later and she was hardly out here begging for sympathy.
“Oh.” His voice was flat, almost bored as he turned pointedly away from the entrance and the kit within. “No, can’t let you out sorry. No cat’s aloud out of camp until after Echostar’s vigil. You know since she apparently died after appointing you deputy.”
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Post by Bitter on Dec 24, 2016 1:59:07 GMT 8
"..since she apparently died after appointing you deputy." He doesn't like being controlled, but why would he consider it as controlling if he wasn't used to being ordered?
Mimickit lowered her eyelids, in a sort of disgustingly mischievous manner. "Oh?" She began, "How curious, because I thought leaders were cursed with nine extra lives.." The poor cats! "..unless you're implying that you're not serving your clan well enough and failed to protect Echostar. Congratulations!"
Her eyes widened as if she had bad intentions, like how megalomaniacs glare in a crazed, wicked way. Mimickit may be wicked but she wasn't crazy yet. Knowing her(which Ryetail most likely does not), she's probably having only the darkest, demented, most morbid thoughts behind those lifeless green orbs of her's, but wouldn't bother wasting the effort of actually doing something.
She tilted her head, an ear twitching. "Isn't that your duty as a warrior?" Mimickit asked in her best innocent voice, which wasn't very difficult because she hardly questioned what being a warrior really meant and was slightly curious if this cat would give an answer worth considering. "Serving the clan? You're not doing very well letting a kit dehydrate. There's no need to disparage me, I'm just thirsty." Her tone had lightened as she said her last sentence. What a low-blow, Mimickit thought, but I'm not going to wait for another warrior while I have him here. He most likely with disregard me. After all, forget me, right?
For a split second, Mimickit could've sworn there was something behind the senior warrior's eyes. However, if it weren't for her observance she could've missed the bittersweet and ambivalent feeling that undoubtedly hiding on the inside. Pain, without a doubt, but what life goes without it? She soon lost interest in this cat's emotions and decided she didn't care and that she did not.
Yet, something told her that if she shares the same home and territory with him, she'd stop acting so uncaring. But it was no act nor a secret, Mimickit just had an uncanny way of interacting.
(I'm so sorry I'm writing like novels and giving a bit much dialogue, haha.)
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Post by Leopard on Dec 28, 2016 17:38:43 GMT 8
Cursed with nine extra lives? The sarcasm dripped from the kitten’s voice. Ryetail was wrong before; the world had already destroyed any kit-like enthusiasm and naiveté Mimickit had for the world. It was downright unnerving to hear a kit speak like that but his whiskers twitched nonetheless; she wouldn’t know failure if it clawed her ears. Pointedly he averted his eyes from her, settling his gaze back out on the ragged slopes that led up to the main part of the territory. “It happens to the best of us.” And if it saved her from enduring eight lives of this, Echostar would forgive his failure.
“I really want to take you now. Well done. You convinced me.” His words came out a little harsher than he intended but the implication behind her words hurt. Moons of enduring teasing and a general lack of faith had made him good at hiding his emotions so the only outward reaction was a slight prickle of the fur along his neck and a single twitch of his tail. He was a good warrior and nothing she said would undo that. “You seem to have me mistaken for an apprentice. Look for one of the slightly smaller, bratty cats that stink of mousebile. They’re the ones that serve; warriors protect.”
Perhaps he should go back to his den, snatch a few hours of sleep to escape the hottest part of the day. The cool darkness of the camp looked very inviting but a dryness tugged at his throat and the peace of the day had already been shattered. Besides, while it wasn’t strictly his job to take her for a drink he didn’t particularly want an earful from the queens. If he was going anyway... His tail lashed once more. I better get some brownie points for this one.
“I’m going down for a drink. If you’re that thirsty and think you can manage not to get yourself torn to shreds, you can tag along.” He was all serious now. The last thing he needed was an injured scrap of fur or a lost kitten on his record.
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Post by Bitter on Dec 29, 2016 6:17:16 GMT 8
The warrior's harsh words were like water against barren soil, lying on the surface without being absorbed, allowing them to evaporate and be forgotten almost instantly. "Can I be blamed? You look just like an apprentice." Perhaps Mimickit was being a bit too..cruel. But, the world is cruel. If he wants to be snarky, she lacked the capacity to care much. However, the more she spoke, the more her throat felt like she was swallowing thorns. It appears I've found a slow way to die. Dehydration. She thought.
She could tell she did a successful job with annoying the warrior, however. His eyes shifted away, whiskers quivering. His tail twitched uncomfortably and the furs around his neck rose. Mimickit took slight pleasure in this. Not a barrel of fun but pleasant to get an interesting reaction. This was still not quenching her thirst.
The next time the self proclaimed 'good' warrior spoke, Mimickit could not refrain from tilting her head. Her nose twitched as she commented, "I thought you said your job was to protect. Which means not necessarily getting me 'torn to shreds' I'm sure." Finished pointing out the male's contradictory spat she stretched out her limbs and extended her small yet equally sharp claws, ready to walk out of camp. "I'd rather tag along. If I die it'll be quicker than going stir crazy." She replied grimly yet unnaturally calmly, like it happened everyday that a cat died(which was probably true) and was perfectly normal. Mimickit has obviously yet to learn that such things can--and perhaps already have--disturbed cats to an extent.
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Post by Leopard on Dec 29, 2016 13:47:01 GMT 8
“Looks can be deceiving.” While he was well known for lashing out at well-meaning cats for assuming he was an apprentice, he’d made a scene often enough at gatherings, these words rolled off his back. He knew full well she didn’t actually believe he was an apprentice. She wouldn’t be trying these games on him if she did. Ironically the fact it was a deliberate insult stole the sting of the words. “I’d study up well if I were you, wouldn’t want you confusing Echostar for an elder at your ceremony.”
He made a mental note to keep an eye on this kit on her first few training sessions as a warrior. Watching whatever warrior lucked out and got her as an apprentice attempt to train her would give him days of entertainment. A few hard training sessions did wonders to knock the cheek out of apprentices.
She seemed completely oblivious to the fact he was a warrior grown and her defiance and attitude was quickly losing its entertainment value. He’d matched wit, and often claws, with cats twice his size time and time again. He didn’t have to take her and he wouldn’t if she didn’t behave. “Part of protection is ensuring only those with some interest in self-preservation make it outside. Makes my job a whole lot easier you see. Here’s a hint the more morbid you sound, the lower your chances get.” Without a glance at the kitten he started up towards a gentle part of the slope surrounding the camp. If she was that desperate she’d make the effort to get on his good side. If not… “Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back some soaked moss before you wither away.”
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Post by Bitter on Jan 5, 2017 12:16:39 GMT 8
Thirst clawed at her throat as she silently half paid attention to what the warrior before her spoke, but only truly heard the pure annoyance and anger in his voice. As 'thrilled' as Mimickit was about this, she would not be turned down. He said she may tag along if she felt she would not perish. Even though Mimickit felt she was more likely to depart as long as she was near him, she still would still tag along. Seeing the selfish tom start off without her, threatening to leave her alone in this dull camp, made Mimickit scramble after the male.
"The more morbid.." She echoed in a soft voice before speaking up to him once more, this time in a stony voice rather than annoying, "I see. My apologies," She lied. Please, don't. Please, don't go. Please don't go, please! She thought desperately as her eyes swam around, unsure what to focus on. There was nothing interesting, so Mimickit settled her gaze upon the small warrior. "I'm already withering away... I'd prefer it if you took me with you. I will even stay quiet. How about it?" There was undoubtedly some sort of tone in her voice that she would not stop talking, not if her life depended on it. This potential journey would be filled with a hearty conversation--or nonsense full of arguments and snarky remarks. That is, if she could manage. The sticky heat and miserable weather was making her delirious.
Either way, Mimickit refused to quit, and awaited an answer with fiery, expectant eyes.
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Post by Leopard on Jan 13, 2017 20:55:56 GMT 8
As the kitten hurried after him he paused, poised on the edge of the incline. Her voice changed again, first soft and then loud and devoid of any emotion. It was quite possibly the strangest, least sincere apology, he had ever received but finally she went through the motions of respect. And she had agreed to his conditions. Still he didn’t answer right away, he was the door between waiting in the stifling outskirts of camp for warm, mossy water and lapping it fresh from a cool pond.
“You’ll stay quiet…” He snorted. “I’d like to see that.” A hint of cool breeze ran down the incline and tousled the fur on his cheeks. He closed his eyes, savouring the breeze. While they were lucky to have a camp that stayed cool in even the hottest of summer days the entrance to the camp had a habit of trapping old, stifling air, clinging to heat long after the forest had reached bearable temperatures. He could hardly blame her for wanting an escape. “Don’t scare prey or get yourself killed and you can come.” Hearing the words from her mouth made it seem like quiet was too much to wish for.
“Hey! Chervilstorm.” He called to the pointed she-cat perched in a tree at the top of the slope, his replacement on guard duty. “We’re going for a drink.”
She turned, peered down at them for a moment and then nodded, turning back out to the territory.
Comfortable no-one would raise an alarm at discovering Mimickit wasn’t in camp the ginger tom clambered up the slope, relishing in tasting the cool breeze head on.
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