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Jul 4, 2015 14:09:47 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 14:09:47 GMT -7
(what's wildstars backstory btw? any way he could know hart? unless you want to say he's working with someone, there's the cat in the middle again which was directed at hart)
"I will show you the fastest way through the forest," Hart announced, ignoring Sungaze's questions. Rarely, if ever would she show this pathway to some stranger, as it lead directly through Hart's den area, but this situation was urgent. It was necessary. She took off instantly, curving to the left and pulling in a wide arc into the brush. She kept her pace at a mild run so Sungaze could catch up, though she knew that once the larger cat caught up she could sprint; she would probably have to in order to keep ahead.
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Jul 4, 2015 14:35:42 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 14:35:42 GMT -7
(he was born a kittypet too, except all while he was growing up he was abused and stuff also by kittypets. so he grew up hating them) (eh.. he's in close contact with the dark forest too. uh he killed the last leader to become the leader. and he's also mentally ill) (what's hart's backstory?)
The larger tabby hesitated before taking off after Hart to take one last look at the horrific scene in front of her. Her wide eyes devoured the image, and she tried to grasp every last detail so she could tell her clanmates everything. As she started running after the other cat, however, Sungaze's eyes lingered for just a moment on one particularly grotesque corpse towards the middle of the arrangement, and she shuddered. Its eyes had been ripped from its skull, leaving two hollow, bleeding spots, and placed inside the cat's open mouth. She tore her gaze from it, and took off after Hart into the foliage. Due to her long, effortless strides, the larger she-cat had no trouble at all catching up to the smaller she-cat. She ran alongside her wordlessly, still processing everything she had seen. A terrible cat, possibly even a psychopathic cat, must have been behind this. But what did they want with her? As the two ran, the golden tabby's mind wandered to an old rumor she had heard when she was an apprentice. There was this clan, a very far distance from hers, with a reputation for coldness and brutality. Thankfully though, they hadn't had many encounters with them. She wondered if it was that clan that was responsible for this.
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Jul 4, 2015 14:47:15 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 14:47:15 GMT -7
("used to be a pet, got out one day, someone took her and used her for fighting, animal control came, was gonna put her down, when someone offered to put her in a home for feral cats. however, car crash + escaped again." from the form i put on the first page haha mmmm what if wildstar knows hart used to be a kittypet? + he jelly that her owner was nice lol)
Hart picked up the pace when Sungaze caught up to her, effortlessly darting through the undergrowth that quickly turned to thorny overgrowth. This patch of thornbushes was exceedingly large, and there was no way around it without delaying their escape. The path leading through it was small and convoluted, with many false turns and crisscrossing paths, but Hart lead true and did not stray from the proper course. With the quick adeptness of one who knew the forest like her own pelt, she made a quick turn to the right. This side path took them directly to her den, but also to the edge of the thicket.
Necessary.
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Jul 4, 2015 16:41:39 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 16:41:39 GMT -7
(oh duh, sorry i'm dumb) (eh why not? that's better than nothing haha) (should I have him show up?)
The larger tabby had a harder time keeping up with Hart as the foliage grew thicker. With each slight turn the smaller cat made, Sungaze would attempt to do the same, but she would feel brambles and low-lying branches painfully tug at her long fur because her turns weren't as sharp. Thankfully, she didn't have to endure the little pains for long, and she sighed in relief when she realized that the woods ended there. The larger she-cat turned to face Hart after she caught her breath, and nodded at her. "Thank you," she quietly said. "But would you mind answering the questions I asked back there? I have a clan that I'm going to be responsible for very soon, and I need to know if they pose a major threat."
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Jul 4, 2015 16:59:20 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 16:59:20 GMT -7
Hart stiffened. Was that was this was? An ego quest? This cat was too full of herself. She gave the kitten-like 'warrior' a glare. "That's it," she said, concealing her mild anger with deadpan seriousness. "That's just it. You pissed someone off," she said flatly. Her impassive voice lent to the idea that she didn't care, but she did. It was just something she didn't show. "Simple as that."
She flicked her tail idly. It was obvious to her then, and she would have smacked herself for not figuring it out sooner. This pretentious cat was one of those clan cats, the kind Hart knew she'd never associate with. They were crazy and warlike, and this cat was just like the rest of them. Then there were the bodies. Someone wanted to leave a message- someone who thought Sungaze was a threat to the throne that clearly wasn't even theirs yet. But...they were also somehow linked to Hart herself, and she couldn't think of anyone she knew who could possibly be linked to the clans. Who...?
(nah man ur fine u just forgot lol (+ ya prolly, keep it moving u kno?)
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Jul 4, 2015 17:49:17 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 17:49:17 GMT -7
Sungaze immediately picked up the irritation in the older cat's tone, and she narrowed her eyes at her. "I don't mean to cross you," she began, turning away from her, "But I highly doubt that's the case here. My clan hasn't been in contact with any others for moons, just due to the distance between them. We're also in the middle of an internal crisis. Our leader along with a handful of other cats just died. That's why I'm here," she explained rather simply, but she preferred to spare the details for as long as she could. She purposefully left out that the leader just also happened to be her father, nor that he chose to take his own life. "I don't want any more cats to die, and seeing what we just saw, hopefully you can understand why I'm concerned." She turned back to the older she-cat with an almost expectant look on her young face, her tail flicking in mild irritation.
Meanwhile, two black cats, both siblings, were perusing the pair of she-cats, but at a rather considerable distance. Neither of them wanted to make their presence too obvious, but as they witnessed the two start bickering, they decided to use that opportunity to slowly start closing in. The male sibling, a huge, slender black tom, watched the two from a break in the undergrowth with an unmoving gaze. As he had expected, they had fallen head first into his 'demonstration', which clearly got his message across to both cats. But the larger of the two cats was more adamant about knowing who exactly was behind it then the other, but that was exactly what he wanted. After all, most cats, no matter who they are, fear the unknown. He wanted to stir up as much terror as he could, so that way when he approached their camp, she and her clan would be like mice in his paws. The female sibling, a much smaller, more sleek she-cat, sat besides him, but unlike her brother, she was growing bored. Frankly, she thought all this terror stuff was nonsense, and just a waste of time and resources. But it wasn't her place to voice her opinions; she knew her brother wouldn't care who she was if she openly disagreed with him.
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Jul 4, 2015 18:19:06 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 18:19:06 GMT -7
Hart analyzed Sungaze's face. She'd picked up what Hart meant very easily, but she was still far too cocky for her liking. As her eyes shifted, she saw something in the bushes- eyes, gleaming eyes. Her own icy eyes narrowed and she took a step to the side to see behind Sungaze, who was blocking her view. The bigger cat unknowingly stepped in front of her again, and she bent down to see through her legs. A rustle- not audible, but visible- and the eyes were gone.
"Who's there?" Hart barked commandingly. Instead of assuming a crouched stance with tail lashing, she chose to hold herself like a dog- such posture was unnatural for a cat and tended to unnerve cats when another feline used it. She didn't arch her back but instead kept it straight, shoving her ears forward attentively and keeping her tail straight out and pointed slightly up behind her with her legs in a broad, balanced stance. Fur bristling, she stared intensely into the bushes, hoping whoever it was would be- well, not the killer.
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Jul 4, 2015 18:34:23 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 18:34:23 GMT -7
The larger black tom blinked at the sudden loud voice addressing him, his lilac colored eyes narrowing in irritation. "Oh, great," he quietly hissed under his breath. "Just what we needed." He cast a resentful glance at his sister crouched next to him; he internally blamed their cover being blown on her. Widowfang, compared to him, was clumsy, and bold, and often times, indifferent to his requests. Of course he hadn't blown their cover. No, he was generally much better than her. Much, much better. "Stay still, keep hidden," he murmured to her. "They might carry on." He turned his gaze back to the two she cats, this time positioning himself behind a leafy branch. Internally, Widowfang cursed her brother. He could smell the arrogance coming off him in waves.
Sungaze squinted at the patch of undergrowth that Hart was staring at, wondering exactly what was there. Unlike the smaller she-cat, she didn't see anything in those bushes. "Did you see something?" She asked, sniffing at the air. She couldn't smell anything that indicated another cat's presence, either; everything was drowned out by the nearby rotting carrion.
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Jul 4, 2015 18:44:28 GMT -7
Post by Atomic Robo on Jul 4, 2015 18:44:28 GMT -7
Most of the time, Hart was not proud of the time she'd spent with humans. Her stays were always short and never pleasant. She had, however, picked up that they were vulgar creatures who swore a great deal. This, she put to good use now. "Come out, you assholes; I can see you." She spat. This was a bluff. She could not see them nor smell them, but she knew they were there. There was no mistaking that the reflective purple eyes she'd seen were those of a cat. That, and the smell. They'd long since been out of range of the carrion- the mild stench that should have been in the air at this distance was much too strong. Once she noticed it, there was no denying it; whoever was hiding in the bushes was the murderer. She thought she saw a bit of movement, but that could have been her eyes deceiving her,especially if the cat or cats hiding there were black or dark brown. She would never have noticed them if she hadn't had a hunch someone was following them anyway.
...if she hadn't...she didn't like to think of it, and it sounded egotistical to say it, but if she hadn't noticed those eyes, they might very well have been dead. Whoever was out there was vicious and dangerous. It would not do well to be offguard.
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Jul 4, 2015 19:43:10 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jul 4, 2015 19:43:10 GMT -7
The black tom's eyes flashed even wider at the vulgar remark. Now, his honor was directly on the line; he couldn't continue to stay hidden when confronted in this manner. "Watch your tongue," he spat back as he rose to his paws. "You obviously don't know who you're talking to. Do you?" He paused as he stepped out of the undergrowth and into the small clearing in the woods. He glared at the small, familiar looking she-cat standing only a couple paces away, his tail lashing dangerously. "You don't." He sounded even more arrogant than the golden tabby ever wished to, but at the same time, his voice was cold, emotionless. He held his eye contact with Hart as the silence grew. Widowfang stepped out of the bushes soon after her brother did, but compared to him, she looked like his shadow. She didn't want to bring much attention to herself, so she stood a couple paces behind him, half concealed by the shadows of the trees looming above her.
The golden tabby's eyes widened in fear when the two cats emerged out of the woods. She was even more frightened of the male; besides his dominating persona, he was significantly larger than she was, both in height and stature. All her life, Sungaze was used to feeling at least above average in terms of height, but next to this mysterious tom, she felt almost like a dwarf. She folded her ears back as the analyzed him, wondering who exactly he was. Was he also responsible for those dead cats? And if he was, what did he want with her?
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