Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 4, 2017 16:10:19 GMT -5
"Well, I guess-- wait, lives to spare? Your leader has multiple lives?!" Specter's jaw dropped in astonishment. Holy dung! That can't be true...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 4, 2017 16:30:52 GMT -5
"Correct," said Elmheart. "You see, there are some interesting perks to being within a clan." His gaze was drawn to Hollowstar and you could see a sort of hunger in his eyes which slowly faded as his attention shifted back to Specter. "They are given lives by spirits of our dead ancestors."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 5, 2017 12:01:41 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur Mosswing listened quietly, nodding as she finished explaining what the problem was. She sighed softly, looking out at the apprentices that were beside their den for a moment, then at Hickoryfoot. "Well I'd like to tell you that I do not think you are any bother to teaching, as I am new to this mentor thing myself," she paused for a moment. "I just try to think about my days as an apprentice and remember the ways that my mentor taught me. I think that might help you, too. Also, if you don't feel comfortable just teaching, just try to create small talk and get to know her." "I guess," said Hickoryfoot, awkwardly. She wasn't sure whether she knew how to create small talk. What would you talk about anyway that wasn't boring? She could remember her apprentice days, but it was mostly of her mentor shouting at her to sit still and getting frustrated with having to chase her around the territory. Sure, they had had great patients, but Hickorypaw had tested even that. Hickoryfoot herself had also shown patients with others, but also held little for herself. She wasn't sure that she could learn what she needed to as a mentor fast enough. |
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 5, 2017 12:37:38 GMT -5
"I could've sworn that the 'nine lives' thing was just something my mother said to mess with me..." Specter paused, taking a final bite out of her mouse and processing the rest of the sentence. "Not surprised about the spirits, though. I've know that spirits existed for a loooong time."
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Post by Owlmoon on May 5, 2017 14:51:06 GMT -5
"Hmm." Owlmoon eyed Specter once again. "You sure you aren't a Clan cat?"
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 5, 2017 14:56:34 GMT -5
"I'm sure. My mother constantly went on about ghost cats roaming around the wild." Specter shrugged. "The ghosts were of Twoleg cats that had died. They finally had a chance to be free, so they took it." She shifted her front paws around on the ground.
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Post by Owlmoon on May 5, 2017 15:11:49 GMT -5
"Wow." Owlmoon wasn't sure whether to be startled or what. "I guess.."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 6, 2017 1:09:34 GMT -5
Elmheart leaned forward, interested. "I've never heard that story before. Seems interesting." His eyes were bright and it was clear that he had some interest in the spirits, whether they were of kittypets or clan.
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Post by Owlmoon on May 6, 2017 10:44:06 GMT -5
Owlmoon eyed her Clanmate. Why is Elmheart finding this so interesting? She shook herself, then chose a mouse to eat. "What would you like, Specter?"
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Post by broken on May 7, 2017 19:18:03 GMT -5
"I guess," said Hickoryfoot, awkwardly. She wasn't sure whether she knew how to create small talk. What would you talk about anyway that wasn't boring? She could remember her apprentice days, but it was mostly of her mentor shouting at her to sit still and getting frustrated with having to chase her around the territory. Sure, they had had great patients, but Hickorypaw had tested even that. Hickoryfoot herself had also shown patients with others, but also held little for herself. She wasn't sure that she could learn what she needed to as a mentor fast enough. (I didn't realize you posted, sorry!) Mosswing tilted her head slightly as she watched Hickotyfoot. She smiled a little bit, flicking her tail back and forth. "Oh you're thinking too hard," she commented, looking away from her again. "Maybe if that doesn't work, then tell your apprentice stories or maybe play a game or two. No matter what, your apprentice now and any other future apprentice you ever receive will still like to have you as their mentor. I'm sure of that!" |
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Post by Owlmoon on May 7, 2017 21:05:32 GMT -5
Owlmoon eyed her Clanmate. Why is Elmheart finding this so interesting? She shook herself, then chose a mouse to eat. "What would you like, Specter?" |
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 7, 2017 21:08:15 GMT -5
((Did you not see the lines where Specter was eating? It was spread out across multiple posts >_>))
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Post by Owlmoon on May 7, 2017 21:11:48 GMT -5
(Ahhhhhhhhhh! So sorry, I missed the little details.)
Owlmoon noticed that Specter was eating. "Sorry!" Heat rushed to her cheeks, she covered it up by picking up a water vole and sitting down beside the visitor.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 7, 2017 21:16:28 GMT -5
Specter held back a chuckle. "It's alright. Some topics give cats tunnel-vision." She looked over the camp again, taking in the variety of cats.
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Post by Owlmoon on May 7, 2017 21:21:38 GMT -5
"Thanks." Owlmoon took one look at her vole and dug in. Her fangs sank into the juicy, tender flesh, embracing sharp with soft. She relished the flavor, hunger ebbing with each bite.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 2:15:16 GMT -5
Elmheart had abandoned the idea of eating and was instead looking into the distance. "Hey, Specter?" he asked. "What's it like living outside a clan?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 3:29:53 GMT -5
"I guess," said Hickoryfoot, awkwardly. She wasn't sure whether she knew how to create small talk. What would you talk about anyway that wasn't boring? She could remember her apprentice days, but it was mostly of her mentor shouting at her to sit still and getting frustrated with having to chase her around the territory. Sure, they had had great patients, but Hickorypaw had tested even that. Hickoryfoot herself had also shown patients with others, but also held little for herself. She wasn't sure that she could learn what she needed to as a mentor fast enough. (I didn't realize you posted, sorry!) Mosswing tilted her head slightly as she watched Hickotyfoot. She smiled a little bit, flicking her tail back and forth. "Oh you're thinking too hard," she commented, looking away from her again. "Maybe if that doesn't work, then tell your apprentice stories or maybe play a game or two. No matter what, your apprentice now and any other future apprentice you ever receive will still like to have you as their mentor. I'm sure of that!" (No problem.) "Can't help it," said Hickoryfoot, still looking awkward, but also a little amused at her own feelings. "But thanks for the support Mosswing, it means a lot. I just hope that I can follow you advice." She looked down at her paws again and shrugged. "It's worth a try. Maybe playing a game will help. Do you know any good ones that an apprentice might like to play?" |
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Post by Owlmoon on May 8, 2017 7:07:24 GMT -5
Owlmoon twitched her whiskers in surprise. Does Elmheart want to leave the Clan? Alarm flitted through her mind and furrowed her brow.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 8, 2017 9:42:35 GMT -5
Specter looked at Elmheart with a hint of confusion. "Uh... well, there isn't much that restricts you in the wild, other than the landscape and yourself. Unless you're a really good sweet-talker, it's every cat for themself."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 19:28:46 GMT -5
Elmheart nodded, noticing the alarm in Owlmoon's eyes. He huffed a little and shot her a reassuring look. He was just interested, he wasn't really planning on leaving the clan. It was just something to lead up to his next question.
"So, you traveled with your mother?" he asked.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 8, 2017 20:11:54 GMT -5
Specter nodded. "Yeah, she was really nice. She taught me that not everything can be sorted out with your physical claws, only the claws of your mind." She displayed her claws to nail in the metaphor.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 9, 2017 14:05:29 GMT -5
"Really?" said Elmheart, amused. "She sounds like a wise she-cat. I'd have liked to meet her." He wanted to ask about the spirit stories again, but this was just as interesting. "I'm interested. Was there ever a time when you needed to fight using your wits more than your claws?"
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Post by Owlmoon on May 9, 2017 14:42:33 GMT -5
Owlmoon noticed her Clanmate's look. Taking another bite out of the flesh, she gave a small shrug. How does he find this interesting?
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Post by broken on May 9, 2017 14:48:36 GMT -5
(No problem.) "Can't help it," said Hickoryfoot, still looking awkward, but also a little amused at her own feelings. "But thanks for the support Mosswing, it means a lot. I just hope that I can follow you advice." She looked down at her paws again and shrugged. "It's worth a try. Maybe playing a game will help. Do you know any good ones that an apprentice might like to play?" Mosswing shook her head after a moment, looking at Hickoryfoot. "A game? You expect me to have all the answers, huh?" She asked, though she chuckled at the question. She shook out her pelt some, straightening up. "Maybe some friendly competition? I don't know, be creative." |
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 9, 2017 15:07:33 GMT -5
"More than you'd believe!" Specter chuckled, looking at the expressions on the Clan cats' faces. "I was surprised to find that most rogues are open to diplomacy. Just like myself."
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Post by Owlmoon on May 9, 2017 15:17:25 GMT -5
"Huh." Owlmoon faked being interested. "Is it fun when you encounter foxes?" She scratched her claws against the ground.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 9, 2017 15:27:01 GMT -5
Specter quickly shook her head. "No, foxes are still too much. I'm lucky that the den I found was empty, or I wouldn't have had a place to sleep." Her expression was somewhere between relief and discomfort.
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Post by Owlmoon on May 9, 2017 15:29:28 GMT -5
Owlmoon's eyes rounded. "What do you do if a fox comes and sees you?" Her voice was etched with concern.
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Pansexual
FifthRootNull
I'm older now. One year closer to responsibilities.
Pronouns: He/Him/Five/Null/Concept
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Post by FifthRootNull on May 9, 2017 15:33:55 GMT -5
Specter's response was short and stern: "Run. Run until I either lose the fox or die trying."
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Post by Owlmoon on May 9, 2017 15:40:16 GMT -5
Owlmoon's fur bushed up. "I would hate doing that!" She couldn't imagine what life would be like alone.
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