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Post by duskrose on Sept 10, 2010 15:57:34 GMT -5
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nothing is ever the same anymore
so why bother walking through that door
She had never been this far. There just wasn't a point to it. RiverClan territory was another hop over to the left side. If she hadn't used the side of the Thunderpath, she would have been trespassing on ThunderClan territory. Big deal. One cat was hardly enough threat, but she could see where they were coming from. Defend what was yours and all that. Protect your queens, kits and big important leader. Let everybody know how weak you are, picking fights all the time without resolving it peacefully. Some cats were naturally aggressive, others weak from hunger, fearful of being found out they were weak, etc. It was all the same to her. It didn't matter in the long run when you were running from said cats. So she took the long and particularly dangerous route. Her paws itched to go to this place she hadn't been before, like all beings have that itch from time to time. The she-cat was careful to stay outside boundary markers, and also careful not to be run over. She finally made it. Would her Clan miss her? Not likely. She had gotten up early, did her chores and regular duties, volunteered for various tasks. Then she was dismissed. Free time. Yay. So she was free to wander.
Duskrose left the cold cement behind her and stood upon the grass of one Twoleg lawn. There was no scent of dogs here. She was safe for the moment. ThunderClan often complained about the dogs here, but the air was quiet and all was calm. It was in the afternoon, but she knew it as another term.
The silence was nerving even though she liked the silence. She tore at the grass, digging up clumps that she fiddled with. There was a difference between resting in camp with various voices around that you blocked out, and being in an unfamiliar territory with no way to know what you'd face. She actually longed for some form of socialization right now. Somebody to tell her what this place actually does besides hosting Twolegs and their pets. Oh yes, she knew rogues and sometimes loners came here but what kind of fun was this place? Seemed pretty boring, so why did ThunderClan talk of this place like it was dangerous? And not a speck of water! How horrible. Must be in the nests. Dark blue eyes glanced behind her at the houses, narrowing with thought. Yes, a nest of that size could hold a lot of water. She actually could smell a faint bit of water on the breeze.
No time for a dip right now, girl she told herself firmly.
That's right. She was in unknown territory. Anything could jump out at any time.
notes: everybody is welcome to respond.
muse: forced. D8
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Post by ! S C O R N on Sept 11, 2010 10:49:12 GMT -5
The sun shone down brightly on the manicured lawns, stretching for as far as the horizon, all in one neat little line. It was important to be perfect, to conform and fit in with the other around you. In the Clans as well, being different wasn't really something you wanted to be. You wanted to understand the jokes, understand the looks, the glances, the motions, the smiles. You didn't want to be left out of something special.
She didn't really care.
She was a loner, she was a traveler, she was a sassy one, she was fiery, she was quirky, she was clever, she was charming, she was Scorn. And she was perfectly okay with that.
The calico queen had roamed rather far that day, choosing to skirt the Clan territories, and found herself wandering along the border of the Twoleg place. She had been there often enough. She understood them well enough. But she could never be one of the kittypets that lived behind those tall walls, forever tied to the Twolegs who held them there, like prisoners. She had been one, once. After a Monster had hit her, and she had hurt her leg, they had taken her with them, back to their nest, and kept her there for far too long. She had lost hope, and then finally escaped one day. She had wandered for the longest time, not knowing where she was, until she finally arrived back at the start. The barn.
Wildtalon had been there, waiting.
With another she-cat.
It hadn't been anything, he insisted. Just another queen who was stopping by. And she believed him, if only for the fact that thinking it was anything else would have broken her heart. She wasn't one to love - it didn't come easily to her. Scorn was independent and guarded. But something about that tom made her smile.
Emerald eyes scanning the landscape, her gaze fell upon a slight figure in the distance. Moving closer, the queen called out. "dreaming about kittypets, are you?"
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whoo this was bad. but hi!
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Post by duskrose on Sept 12, 2010 11:35:04 GMT -5
"dreaming about kittypets, are you?"
[/i] Duskrose barely turned her head in the direction of the voice, enough to register that it was another she-cat. She got that much from the breeze blowing the scent to her nose, but she had to make sure that this cat hadn't brought along company. A quick look confirmed the loner was just that; alone and being sarcastic. Mm. That was something to be admired...if it wasn't so annoying. An underfed, under trained loner making smart talk against a full grown warrior with battle skills. It was also stupid to get angry. Was she dreaming about kittypets? No. Why give the satisfaction it annoyed her? It didn't. She was...thinking where Redclaw was right now. Was he in another Clan? Did he run past the Clan territories? Did he get taken in by Twolegs or was he a loner? Or...was he dead? She didn't know. That was the sad part. She didn't know where her brother was after that fateful day. If she did, she would have dragged him back to the Clan. Redclaw was once her best friend, and she gave up on him. She should have run after him, not claw him when he so desperately needed help. What kind of sister am I? The RiverClan warrior withheld shaking her head, it'd just look like she was nuts to her unwanted company. She stopped dwelling on the past, trying not to admit to herself that she hadn't just been here to look around. She had been looking for her brother - the last of her family. Instead she focused on the only other cat here. It wasn't a Clan cat, it was a loner. A simple loner who didn't hold onto silly religious morals that guided them throughout their whole lives. They were free to travel, to see the world... She wanted to do that, but she was scared to go alone. Maybe with two or three others, yes. Then again, being a warrior was what she worked for. Did she want to throw that away? "Did the barn get too crowded" she asked the loner. Duskrose held no spite in her eyes or voice. In fact, to her it was a perfectly calm conversational question. "for you to wander about this place for scraps?" The tabby sat down, curling her bushy tail around her paws, tilting her head. "It is strange...to ask questions in the Clan like this. How many are you at the barn? Do you all live there? What of your way of life?"She wanted knowledge. Not to be tied down by this petty idea of that nobody could get along with each other because of birth, where they live, etc. Everybody had something to give, to contribute to the way of life. It was just...so idiotic! notes: 8DD Hai there! I didn't think anybody would respond so soon! also, trying out various styles in posts. -chuckle- muse: bit better now that I'm not talking to myself. x'D words: 462[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! S C O R N on Sept 12, 2010 16:21:40 GMT -5
With a dismissive glance, the other queen turned back around, facing the rows of houses, her back slumped and lonely. Resisting the urge to dig her claws into the she-cat's pelt for ignoring her, Scorn strolled forward, her slanted eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
She knew what the she-cat was thinking. Another silly loner, fighting to survive in the wilderness, all alone, no one to go to, wondering about your next meal. Yeah, right.
It was different. Sure, it was hard. Sometimes you went to bed hungry, but that was only when you didn't know what you were doing. Scorn was seasoned. She had raised herself, this one. She was the exception. Her well defined legs tensed as she sprang up next to the she-cat from the next yard down, and her ears swiveled, scanning for any sign of danger. None.
"did the barn get too crowded, for you to wander about this place for scraps?" the Clan cat meowed, and Scorn simply smiled, with all the sweetness of a dog about to devour its catch. That was Scorn for you. Three parts cleverness and one part sarcasm.
"did your Clan finally run out of food? i can't think of any other reason you'd be hanging around this place." It was a witty, bantering exchange that she rather enjoyed. A challenge was always welcome. But the other she-cat held no hostility in her eyes. Merely curiosity, and sadness.
Completely ignoring the retort, her companion sighed."it is strange . . . to ask questions in the Clan like this. how many are you at the barn? do you all live there? what of your way of life?"
A bit taken aback by the she-cat's strange choice of words, Scorn thought for a moment, trying to formulate her thoughts. "there's no we," she meowed finally, staring off at the Twoleg nests. Except for her and Wildtalon, the others came and went as they pleased. "cats come and go, whenever they wish. they usually don't stay for long. and we live for ourselves. no silly StarClan included." Truthfully, the beliefs of the Clan cats confused her. She didn't understand the idea of life after death. It was foreign to her, and she didn't really care.
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muse is slowly improving.
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Post by duskrose on Sept 17, 2010 18:27:24 GMT -5
She could hear the loner getting closer, stalking first - but not stalking prey, it was tentative steps, slightly cautious - so the other cat must be looking out for any danger signs. Perhaps this place was more than her eyes could see. Interesting. Duskrose should ask this one more, even if RiverClan had no use for this place. It could be useful in the future. Her ears picked up a rustling of grass as the loner suddenly sprung forward. She turned her head, seeing the cat next to her. Was she quite wary of loners, rogues, kittypets? No. Why would she be, even if taught to? She was more wary about other Clans. They were selfish, they wanted more land and territory. They had more hidden desires than these simple minded folk. All loners and rogues wanted to do was survive. Kittypets just wanted to roam freely, they had the means to survive under the nests of their Twolegs. But she supposed it wasn't as simpleminded as that. To a warrior, other things were raised as being simple. She was trying to squash this awful 'brain washing'.
"did your Clan finally run out of food? i can't think of any other reason you'd be hanging around this place."
[/i] the loner spoke again, another attempt at a sharp sting. Any cat knew prey was plentiful this time of year. The animals were running about collecting for winter, just as the Clans did. Despite knowing this, Duskrose grinned a little. Despite what others may think, she had a sense of humor. The loner was getting defensive, wondering why a Clan cat was on this terrain. It was not 'territory' to be taken. The Clans had no use living near Twolegs. She could see why non-Clan cats would be agitated; the Clans kept prey-rich territory and forced other animals out in starvation. Hm, the Clans made a bad name for themselves. She doubted they cared. "there's no we. cats come and go, whenever they wish. they usually don't stay for long. and we live for ourselves. no silly StarClan included."[/i] she blinked, surprised the other cat replied so honestly. The RiverClan she-cat assumed loners and rogues would be concealed, keeping their way of life secret from others that were not of their kind. Perhaps all were not that they seemed. No silly StarClan... Was that a veiled insult? she thought, the tip of her tail twitching. Surely a true Clan cat would strike back because their precious StarClan was insulted by a mere loner? But Duskrose wasn't a 'true' Clan cat, and this loner wasn't 'mere'. She told others how it was, and Duskrose sort of respected her for it. "I see. I believed many cats lived at the barns, but only a few do. You mentioned StarClan, so you must know of Clan ways. I wouldn't bore you with details, then" she responded. Oh, she itched to tell she wasn't a silly cat with clouds in her head that believed everything out of place was an omen of ill fortune sent by StarClan to spite bad kitties! "My name is Duskrose, by the way." the tabby added. It seemed silly to hold a conversation without names now. notes: sorry for the wait! I was so busy with other things. D'8 muse: forced. words: 533[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ! S C O R N on Sept 18, 2010 13:51:10 GMT -5
The Clan queen looked surprised at Scorn's response, perhaps by how honest it was. Actually, Scorn had surprised herself. She wasn't one to spill secrets about her life, if there were any secrets about it. She kept to herself usually, although she was rather curious. She preferred to watch and to retort when spoken to.
"i see. i believed many cats lived at the barns, but only a few do. you mentioned StarClan, so you must know of Clan ways. i wouldn't bore you with details, then" Scorn blinked in response, glad that this Clan cat wouldn't lecture her about being loyal and being true and faith and all of that. Too often, the cats she encountered were deeply loyal to their roots, and although it was an admirable trait, it did get a bit repetitive.
"my name is Duskrose, by the way," the she-cat added, and Scorn nodded.
"scorn." she meowed simply. It fit her quite well, if she did say. It perfectly captured her personality and appearance and cleverness all in one shot.
"and since you don't seem to know much about my world, i'll bore you with all the exciting details." Scorn's tail wrapped delicately around her small white paws, and she flashed a rare smile towards the she-cat. She had taken a liking towards this Duskrose. The tabby queen was different than the others. Unique, innocent, curious.
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muse is slowly failing.
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