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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 1:03:46 GMT -5
No particular plans for what I would like to happen, going to start with a sort of cliche prompt- can go clan based, twoleg place, rouge cats, ect ect. (Im packing my house and would like to do some writing while im busy) You can decide where my character is going, whos territory he is in, if you know him or not, enemy or friend ect ect. The only things im keeping consistent are that the kit he is carrying is partially his. If anyone likes my writing and we get into something fun if be open to joining a clan with these two characters!
A thick pelted tom walked cautiously through the dense undergrowth of thorns and brambles. His tan tabby pelt snagged against the trail leaving an obvious path to where he head but few options were left with the slowly setting sun. He made haste, ignoring the sting of pain that raked his nose and ears while trying to calm the mewling kit the hung between his powerful jaws.
"Hush now.." Coontail chided through a mouthful of fur. Green eyes cast up, narrowing through the tangle of branches over head. Cat scent mingled with the pine and they would need to rest soon for the night.
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 2:51:04 GMT -5
(It looks a little more active, I am still here all)
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 4:05:30 GMT -5
(Wonderful! ) Shaken scared out of his fur, Coontail fluffed up twice his size and attempted to dart of at first sound of another voice. He had been to panicked, to anxious with what was behind him that he hardly remembered to mind his front or sides. After making a momentary fool out of himself the tom staggered, coming to a pause while the kit let out a troubled mewl. The golden furred scrap clutched between Coontail's teeth wailed louder, lashing tiny angry paws out while he swing back and forth. Finally regaining his composure Coontail set the kitten beneath his paws on the needle strewn ground and bared his teeth hissing out a rushed response of. "Who's there!" (Threatening but also goofy   ) |
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 12:49:06 GMT -5
(If anyones interested im up again- can always toss in another oc)
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 14:09:08 GMT -5
Slowly lowering his hackles Coontail turned his chin downwards and gave his chest a few soothing licks to tame the unruly fur that bushed everywhere, never removing his eyes from this strange cat. He took a moment longer to reply, unsure where the strangers curiosity was motivated. The pale scrap of fur mewled out something incoherent, nibbling Coontails paw and promptly being hushed again before the lone warrior responded. "Ow! Lionkit-" He huffed. "We're just fine... Traveling through this territory but no intention to stay.." Coontails large paws shifted nervously around Lionkit while he continued. "Who are you?"
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 14:45:55 GMT -5
Mistywing He thought for a moment, coming to the same conclusion that she did moments later and then silently cursing himself for being so obvious with his words. Coontail thought another moment before reluctently answering her. "I- was." He muttered, bitterness restrained but still evident in his voice. "My name is Coontail.. former warrior- well, warrior for now of Shadeclan." Puzzled by his own response Coontail flattened two tufted ears and quickly added. "Its complicated."
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 20:10:36 GMT -5
He was caught off guard both by the mollys tone of voice and her question. "I- dont really know." He was still uncertain how far to let this shecat aware of his history. "I just need to find somewhere safe for Lionkit." He leaned down nosing the small tom a little before looking towards the darkening sky. Deciding to place some trust in this shecat he went on to ask. "I dont suppose you know anywhere around here with shelter do you? I dont want to be caught traveling at night."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2017 20:17:41 GMT -5
( Hey, mind if I join in. c: )
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 22:15:12 GMT -5
(Im down!)
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 28, 2017 1:05:09 GMT -5
Sorry Bramble I looked right over your post before!)
Still unsure, Coontail moved cautiously after the shecat. He picked Lionkit back up in his jaws and held him firmly, glad they would at least find somewhere safe and warm soon. As they approached the tree Coontail sniffed all around carefully, satisfied they were alone. He set the golden kit down once more and nodded his thanks to Mistywing. "Im sorry for being rude before..." The tan tabby licked his chest fur, flattening it down and easing his worry. "Its been a few days of this for us."
Lionkit roused from his grumpy state and groaned "It feels like 12 moons!!" Coontail hushed him, flicking his fluffy banded tail over the tiny bundle.
"Hush now you dont know yet what 12 moons is."
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