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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 13:19:12 GMT -5
(Ah, I see. I can change it to Blossomfur if you prefer. And I agree sweetclover, that's usually what I do.)
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 13:38:29 GMT -5
Could you? I'd appreciate it. However, I think I will make a cat related to Rabbitpaw in the future. And would you like me to change a few things in her joining form to fit SkyClan rather than WindClan?))
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 13:41:48 GMT -5
(You can if you like. Her description seems like it could fit either, but you can change it if you prefer.)
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 13:46:08 GMT -5
Then I guess I won't change it? That's probably best for me right now. And so, that would mean that Aisling and Blossom are related in some way?))
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 14:04:04 GMT -5
(Yes, though possibly distantly. It's up to you two how closely you want them to be related.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 23:38:03 GMT -5
Crow snorted. "Nah, I just took over from the old queen who lived here before. I was born in twolegplace, but fighting over every scrap of fur or leftover bone wasn't exactly my idea of comfort." He shrugged and flicked his tail. "What about you? Your sleek pelt pegged you for a kittypet but your reaction to the twoleg says that's not the case."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 0:20:37 GMT -5
(Yeah, some of the Descendants do know about their history)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 25, 2016 0:33:42 GMT -5
(Mk, perfect, thanks! )
"Well..." The tom hesitated, unsure of how to explain it. "Technically, I was a kittypet, but only for a few moons. My mum, she was wild, but was caught by the two legs not even a moon after me an' my siblings where born. I left my two leg nest when I was six moons old, wanting to live like my ancestors. According to mum, we used to be the best swimmers and fishers the forest ever seen. Thats why my pelt is so slick, from fish." He explained, a little embarrassed about having to live in a two leg den, and the fact that his coat made him look like a kittypet.. He wondered what it would be like if he had stayed in the two leg place, but the tom could never imagine being happy there. He liked being near the water and in the green too much.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 14:23:08 GMT -5
Crow nodded as he sat up, licking the remnants of the mouse from his whiskers. "Never really knew my mom, or my littermates for that matter. But I don't really feel like talking about my life story." He got to his paws, arching his back in a luxurious stretch. "Anyways, I'd appreciate if you'd clear out once that twoleg heads out. You're welcome to hunt in the pasture but I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of the barn in the future." He said this in a cordial, friendly manner, but there was a glint of warning in his eyes as he met the other tom's gaze. Then he jumped down from the hay bale, slipping past the farmer and padding out of the barn without even a glance over his shoulder.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 25, 2016 15:05:25 GMT -5
"No problem." The tom muttered, slipping out of the twoleg barn as fast as he could once the two leg left, enjoying the sudden sense of freedom from being in the open air.He studied Crow for a moment, before making his way towards the path he took, pausing, deciding to ask him a question. "Hey, you're familiar with this territory, aren't ya?" He asked. He suddenly remembered a few stories his mum had told him when he was a kit, about where she grew up, and about where his ancestors used to live. Perhaps there is some remnant of it around here, it sure looked like the places from her stories.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 15:30:31 GMT -5
Crow rolled his eyes as the other tom followed him, though the other cat wouldn't be able to see since Crow was facing away. The two walked through the tall grass of the pasture, Crow heading for the fence. He could often find mice sheltering in its shadow, waiting for the perfect moment to dart out into the field to forage. If he was especially lucky, sometimes a rabbit would wander out from the bushes beyond the fence to nibble at the lush grass of the pasture.
"I have lived here for quite a few moons, yes," he replied rather dismissively, pausing as he raised his head to scent the air. For the moment, there was nothing by the overwhelming scent of cattle and grass stained by early morning dew. He hoped that the other cat- if nothing else- wouldn't get in the way. After all, he seemed more familiar with water prey than with land hunting.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 16:17:43 GMT -5
Crow lowered his head again, disappointed by the lack of prey, and continued on. "Well?" he added as the other cat remained quiet. "I assumed there was to be another question following that." He skirted the fence, watching some of the cattle nearby warily. They paid no attention, but he always made sure to be careful anyways; they could sometimes be easily startled.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 16:31:12 GMT -5
(I should probably note that the last area the Clans lived in was not the lake territories. If you read the intro, remember they had been forced to move again and split up and all that.)
Crow twitched his whiskers. "There are hollows all over the place. I assume you mean a particular one, in which case you'd have to be more specific. As for the others, there's a river that comes from up in the mountains. Runs right through twolegplace. And I don't know nothin' about tunnels." He sniffed around a fence post, pausing to mark his territory before continuing on. "Why do you ask, anyways? Born around there or something?"
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 17:04:14 GMT -5
(They would be fairly near the Clans' last territory- perhaps in it even, after a twolegplace is built- though pretty far from the lake territory. In any case, they're not actually supposed to go to the Clans' last territory to rebuild, StarClan is leading them somewhere entirely new.)
Crow nodded. "Good luck finding your way back then, I guess." He paused and sniffed the air again, his pelt bristling with excitement as he caught the scent of rabbit. He threw a glance at the other cat over his shoulder.
"If you want to eat without expending effort, don't move and be very quite," he whispered before returning his gaze to the pasture. He scanned the grass for a sign of the rabbit, finally spotting its ears poking above the slender green stalks a distance away. Normally, he wouldn't offer to share his prey, but a good-sized rabbit would be more than he could eat alone and it would be a waste to let it become crowfood.
He dropped into a crouch, using the shadow of the fence to help hide his white pelt. As soon as he stepped from its shade, his fur would practically glow in the sunlight, and he would have to move quickly from there or the rabbit would escape. He pinpointed its position, then moved to a place where he was both downwind and in its blind spot. With any luck, he could get reasonably close before his white fur alerted it to his presence.
He paused, then stepped out of the shade and stalked toward the rabbit as quickly as he could without being loud enough to give away his position. He was about two foxlengths away before the rabbit paused, its ears swiveling towards the white tom, who stopped dead, watching. The rabbit sat perfectly still, not appearing to be fooled back into complacence, and the tom took it as a sign that it was time to move or lose.
He waited for another heartbeat, readying himself, and then launched himself at the rabbit, who recognized danger immediately and took off across the field, heading in a wide arc to run back towards its burrow, as is the signature tactic of rabbits. Crow at first followed directly, slowly altering his path to intercept the rabbit during its arc. He pushed himself to run faster, crossing a treelength in a matter of seconds. The rabbit let out a loud screech- drawing the gaze of several cows across the field, who flicked their tails nervously and shuffled away- as Crow slashed his claws across its haunches, throwing it off-balance. He grabbed it with both front paws before it could recover and held it to the ground, darting forward to sink his teeth into the back of its neck, at the base of the skull. The rabbit twitched once, then twice, and then lay still as Crow straightened up, panting. He didn't run like that often; he was getting out of shape.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 25, 2016 17:13:17 GMT -5
(Okay X3 Dantes just curious- he is the type that gets really into storys, like he'd be that one elder who knows a bunch of lore and history, so thats why he's asking X3)
The dark tom watched in interest- he never had seen another cat hunting a rabbit like that before. It seemed like quite a bit of work, whereas when he was hunting he never even had his breath run out. That was, of course, because he mainly ate fish but that was besides the point.
"Thats a pretty good tactic." The tom called out in an attempt to be friendly. He glanced towards the path he was going to take to go home, wondering if he would ever see Crow again. He wasn't to bad, as far as loners went, even though he was a bit standoffish. At least he didn't attack first and ask questions later. Probably won't see 'em again.. He thought wryly, knowing that he usually never saw other cats he had passed by before. It was a shame. He truly didnt mind being around others, in fact, he'd go as far as to say he'd prefer living amiably with a few others, but had no intentions of suggesting that to a stranger. Most cats would laugh straight to his face, it happened before, and it'll happen again.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 17:23:28 GMT -5
Crow shrugged, then picked up the rabbit by the hind leg and dragged it over. "It's kind of a pain but I won't be hungry for a while either. You want some?" he added as he retreated to the shade of the fence, stretching and then crouching to eat. "There's too much here for just me; I wouldn't normally offer to share."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 17:40:24 GMT -5
Crow made an effort to be a tad more proper than he normally would be, though he would normally tear into the rabbit with little regard for cleanliness. Now, he ate rather daintily, all-too-conscious of his audience. He narrowed his eyes at the other cat as he asked the question.
"It's a bit early to be making a move on my territory," he commented wryly, half joking, half scolding. He met his gaze levelly. "But in answer, no, likely not. The queen before me stayed her whole life, protecting this barn and its cattle, and I intend to do the same. Perhaps I'll change my mind eventually, but not in the foreseeable future." He flicked his tail rather dismissively, his expression guarded as he watched the other cat, curious as to why he had asked such a strange question.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 25, 2016 17:44:38 GMT -5
Dante let out a laugh, before trying to stop it. "Oh no, I could never live here. I couldn't leave the forest, you don't need to worry about that. I suppose I was just surprised, most loners don't stay long in the same place for more than a season or two." He explained, eyes glittering with amusement. He wondered if this cat, Crow, was close to the queen who lived here before hand, but the white tom insisted that he'd rather not speak of his past, so he wouldnt pry. He knew it was a preference for most loners to keep to themselves.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 17:52:55 GMT -5
Crow twitched his whiskers. "I find that that's the distinction between loners and rogues. Rogues wander; loners settle. I've done my wandering, and for now I am content. What about you? Have you settled, or are you passing through?" he asked, wanting to change the subject and perhaps shed some light on the identity of this random stranger.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 18:08:09 GMT -5
Crow shrugged. "I find that trying to plan ahead too much is... tedious at best. Stay until you are no longer content; it's not as though you have to make a commitment to staying, so why worry about it?" He finished off his portion of the rabbit and pushed the bones aside, rolling onto his side and stretching out his legs, digging his claws into the ground.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 25, 2016 18:37:08 GMT -5
Crow snorted. "I take it you're a planner, then," he guessed from the cat's hesitation. He let his gaze wander out across the field, resting his head on his paws lazily.
(sorry for the short post)
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