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Post by Crewe on Apr 12, 2012 17:39:07 GMT
A silver tabby she-cat pads along the border, looking very pleased with herself.
"Silly warriors," she purrs, making a face at the word "warriors", "leaving their border open to little me!"
Sniffing the air, the she-cat yawns.
"Maybe I'll have a rabbit to bring home today. Copper'll be super nice to me then!" she purrs.
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 1:49:50 GMT
Splashfur wondered along the border.
After a while he scented a strange cat. Not BreezeClan, nor any of the other Clans. A rouge perhaps?
He crouched down in the high grass, rubbing himself against a damp spot to mask his scent, then began to stalk closer.
When he was barely a foxlength from the cat, still hidden in the long grass, he shouted at the strange cat.
'What are you doing here?'
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 1:55:12 GMT
The silver she-cat jumps, startled. Bristling, she looks around with narrowed eyes, searching for the source of the voice.
"Rude!" she says, sounding very offended. "No yelling when I can't see you..." she trails off, frowning. "What Clan are you from? What's your name?"
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 1:59:35 GMT
'You're not a Clan cat, so what right do you have for that information?' He replied, beginning to slowly circle the silver she-cat. 'You have no right to be here. This is our territory.'
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:04:45 GMT
The she-cat sniffs, still searching for Splashfur.
"Well, you don't have to be so rude about it, warrior," she says, her voice turning mocking at the last word. "I just want to know your name, so we can speak like civilized cats. Or do you Clan cats not know what that means?"
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:08:10 GMT
'Tell me yours first,' He meowed, not caring if he was rude or not. While he was normally respectful, he didn't even consider giving any respect to the rouge.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:15:25 GMT
The silver she-cat frowns, tail lashing, then relents.
"My name is Silver, if you're going to insist on being stubborn," she says without hesitation. "Now, what's yours, warrior?"
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:17:57 GMT
'My name is Splashfur,' he replied.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:21:25 GMT
"See, was that so hard?" the silver she-cat begins walking in a small circle, still searching for Splashfur.
"So what Clan are you from, Splashfur? You all stink the same to me, I can't tell what border I just crossed," she purrs innocently.
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:27:19 GMT
Splashfur continued circling Silver, unsure if he was going to attack her or not. He had no idea how well a fighter she was.
'If you knew anything about us you would know that already. I've pretty much given it away,' he meowed, trying to annoy the she-cat.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:30:41 GMT
The she-cat sniffs. "Well, obviously I am the mousebrained one here, warrior. So maybe you should just escort me off this land you're so possessive of before I get what I came here for."
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:32:29 GMT
Splashfur was more than tempted to claw the rouges pelt, but he stayed in the grass.
'And what did you come here for?'
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:35:54 GMT
The silver rogue sniffs again.
"You're the one who knows all about us rogues, warrior," she says. "Why don't you tell me?"
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:38:15 GMT
'You rouges are all different. Mostly untrustworthy.' He said, watching the silver rouge.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:40:06 GMT
She giggles. "Well, you Clan cats are all the same. So rude."
She swishes her tail and licks a paw. "For your information, Splashfur, I came because I was tired of chasing rats through filth and thought I might find something nicer here."
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:43:33 GMT
Determined to make sure the rouge didn't hunt on MistClan's territory the large long-furred silver tabby tom leapt out from the long grass and onto the silver she-cat, knocking her to the ground.
'Leave, now, or I'll make you,' he hissed at her.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:44:30 GMT
The she-cat squeals as she's knocked down and bats at his head, but keeps her claws sheathed.
"I just said I was gonna! Jeez, you're such a meanie!"
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:47:03 GMT
Splashfur began circling her again.
'Leave,' he hissed.
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Post by Crewe on Apr 13, 2012 2:49:45 GMT
The she-cat gets up and licks her fur flat.
"Fine," she says shortly, then takes off running for Downtown.
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Post by Pup on Apr 13, 2012 2:54:29 GMT
Splashfur quickly ran back to camp.
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