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Post by x|| shadeh. on Jun 17, 2008 17:50:02 GMT -5
The wind rustled uneasily around the Weeping Willow, creating an eerie sound that echoed off of the trees. The sun's light, sprinkling down from the clouds, broke through the shaded tree's leaves and created little pockets of shade and of light.
A small tabby cat was peacefully dozing half-in and half-out of one of those shaded areas. She was stretched out along the soft grass, she lay on her side, with her stomach particially in the sunlight.
Her name? Whisperwing.
The cat - now known as Whisperwing - shifted her weight gently so that the calming, cool breeze from the shore drifted along her pelt. Her left eyes opened slightly, her vision blurred and distorted as she looked forward. She closed it once more when all she saw was the tall grass that surrounded the willow.
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Post by it's Å|íŒ! on Jun 17, 2008 21:55:44 GMT -5
[you just got LDN stuck in my head. >> oh, and i will post as soon as jacky gets accepted.]
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Post by x|| shadeh. on Jun 17, 2008 23:33:05 GMT -5
ooc// lol. luve that song. =D and Jacky is ACCEPTED !
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Post by it's Å|íŒ! on Jun 18, 2008 10:07:48 GMT -5
[oh, and to LDN, the lyrics are the sun is in the sky oh why oh why would i wanna be anywhere else. i think. xPP]
..::.it ain't over till the kittyrouge sings!..:..
Jacky sniffed the air, and scented another clan cat. Clanners these days always got in her way, and that was bad. Very bad. It was like a reaction thing. She padded toward the scent, hoping to find some buried prey so she didn't have to go hunting herself. There was a small tabby living the simple clan life, but it was hard too. You have to hunt for the clan first! To Jack's distaste. She stared at the little she-cat, who she sometimes had heard of. There was tons of clan gossip that you could hear by just sitting by a certain spot everyday. Not that the clans knew she spyed on little clanners. Besides, she was in a clan territory, outnumbered, even though she had good fighting skills, she wouldn't possibly be able to get away with being caught "stealing" prey. They even belive that if a squirrel crosses the other side of a... border that it's the other clans! She liked being a rouge. She could sneak into other clan territory and not get caught. There was a weeping willow, billowing gently in the breeze, where the small tabby was resting. To Jacky, she seemed shy, and soft. Patches of tall grass surrounded her, and Jacky's scent was hidden by the mud. A low warning growl came up her throat. Usually she didn't speak to clanners. A growl scared most of them away, especially the kits and some warriors. Now, there were some certain apprentices.... That were prideful and tried to bring her head back to the clan camp. Oop, my bad Jacky would usually sarcastically think after a killing spree.
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Post by x|| shadeh. on Jun 18, 2008 12:02:55 GMT -5
ooc- i know. O.o
Whisperwing shifted her weight, so that her stomach was facing the sky, or -at least- the branches of the weeping willow. A small, almost inaudible purr could be heard coming from her. She blinked her eyes open; lucky that she was in a shaded spot. A awn escaped her pearly white jaws - her tongue curling at the end. The femme's hearing didn't disgrace her, she could easily hear that cat growling over the eerie wind that blew.
She rolled over onto her side once more. Her eyes intently - softly - staring at where the other cat - rogue probably - was hidden within the grass. "Hello," she meowed, her voice soft and melodic.
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Post by it's Å|íŒ! on Jun 18, 2008 13:20:10 GMT -5
Jack glared at the clanner. "You're supposed to be running and screaming, ya' know." She shook her head superiorly and blinked. This was just weird. Should I attack on the fear of clanners attacking back, or maybe her lover coming screaming? Oh goody. Jacky crotched down lower in the tall grass and stretched. This cat posed no danger or threat to her anyway. "Keep cam, keep calm..." She muttered under her breath to herself. It was hard to control herself. "If you don't mind, I'm going to like, hunt here. And, also, I'm going to see if there's some mousebile... And a stream." She motioned towards the mouse she had buried nearby. Surely the clanner could smell it.
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Post by x|| shadeh. on Jun 18, 2008 13:23:55 GMT -5
Whisperwing chuckled gently. "I don't really care what you'd like to do. This is SeaClan territory. If you want to hunt go to the loner lands," she meowed, her voice now stern and demanding. The tabby femme stood up, shaking her pelt. She looked at Jacky with her yellow-green eyes, flexing her silver claws gently.
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