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Post by Aкα on Jun 6, 2015 3:26:02 GMT
((What? No you silly, your Dave is perf. X3 Hell, I can't have novels every post man, I love your writing. <3 One second please, my aunt, uncle, grandma, and grandpa, and cousins are here. I'll try my hardest to reply as soon as I can, but I need to entertain them, as well as be tortured. XD))
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jun 6, 2015 3:34:08 GMT
[ Thank you, Aka. <3 It really makes me feel good when you compliment my writing. c: Don't die, though I know how family can be... -shudders- ]
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Post by Aкα on Jun 6, 2015 19:53:32 GMT
Hoo! I'm back, at last. ^^' Sorry I didn't get to reply last night, here's my reply for real.))
Talia didn't need to smell the warrior to know he was there, (even if she wanted to, her snout was so close to the rippling creek she could only smell the tantalizing scent of fish) she could hear him crashing through the undergrowth as if his paws were stones. She perked her head up, ears swiveling around to meet cinnamon colored tom. Her hackles rose and she crept into a battle ready stance, her lip curling back and fangs baring. Of course there has to be these pesky clan cats that think the entire forest is their own. She thought to herself with scorn, but she paused when she saw the depression swamped over the tom. A heavy rain cloud seemed to bathe the tom, his eyes were hollow, he looked weak. She straightened a bit, some of the hair on the back of her neck flattening. She was reluctant to say the first word, it wasn't exactly common for foxes and cats to speak at all, but her eyes seemed to say all the words for her. Are you going to hurt me?
Perhaps she was jumping to conclusions too fast, but she could have sworn she had seen that look before... Maybe felt it herself. Her thoughts drifted back to the death of her brother, and cold claws snagged at her fur as if she had just witnessed it again. She could almost hear the wind whipping past her fur, the revolting smell of gasoline, and hear the car grow loud then quiet again... Did this stranger just go through something similar? Talia didn't say, but just stood before him with her paws still planted in the ground, ready to attack, but also ready to listen.
Meanwhile, back in camp, Frostpool pressed her fur against Galepuff's, hoping to support the young warrior. Cherrystar's death had taken the whole clan by surprise, leaving them now with grief, and the overwhelming sense for revenge against those Gang cats. She knew that Tinderspirit must be suffering, but at the same time she felt a prick of irritation, it wasn't right for him to storm out and leave his family behind through this... She nuzzled her friends cheek and whispered softly to him; "Don't worry, he'll calm down..." She hoped she believed that.
Karkat cuffed the ground with unsheathed claws, snarling at him before turning and stomping away. Stupid douche, he's just acting tough for Cross. He growled to himself, glare settled on the ground before him as he let his paws carry him. If he weren't there I'd snatch those stupid fucking sunglasses right off his face and break them to pieces! His stomach growled, he wished that they had prey to go around... He'd have to go out and fetch something - or better yet make Dave fetch something for him, but he knew he'd just say no. He found himself being dragged toward the large card-board box where the two kits of the clan were, it was the closest thing they had to a nursery. His ears perked when a ball of scarlet fur came tumbling out head first in a bale of laughter. Karkat fought down a purr, lifting one paw so that Cherry didn't collide with him. The tiny shecat was one of the most optimistic souls in the clan, never wearing a frown, and completely oblivious to any bad in the world. He secretly feared the day that she were to be taken on by a killer to be taught how to fight and kill.
"Karkitten!" Cherry beamed, lying on her back and looking up at the grey tom with her one ear that was always bent. Karkat gave a little growl, fur heating up in embarrassment.
"I asked you not to call me that." He muttered, nudging the shecat up to all fours.
"Oh! Right, sorry! Cove!" She turned back to the nursery box and called out for her friend. "Karkitten's here!" She paused, flattening her ears and glancing back at the angry killer. "I mean Karkat!"
Karkat sighed.
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Post by Aкα on Jun 6, 2015 23:50:37 GMT
((-Sits and rolls- Mooooomoooo... You make me wait sooo looong. -Dies- I need your bae's.))
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jun 7, 2015 1:42:33 GMT
Tinderspirit watched as the vixen turned to snarl at him and he flinched away from the sight of her fangs. On a regular day, he would have jumped at the chance to prove his strength but this tom had just lost his mother, one of the rocks that had kept him grounded. He was still shaken deep within himself. His electric eyes took in her motions, shocked when she seemed to relax her battle stance. There seemed to be a sort of understanding in her emerald green eyes, something he didn't quite understand. He brought himself out of the bushes, shaking himself to get rid of the feeling of twigs against his pelt. His attention returned to the fox as he cautiously tilted his head to the side. "I won't hurt you," he rasped, somehow sensing that was what needed to be said. "Even if I tried, I wouldn't be much of an opponent. Today has just been... awful. I don't have the energy to do much of anything. My whole body feels numb, I just wish my heart felt the same," he spoke, seeming to ramble a little. Tinderspirit peered up at the vixen and pulled his lip back in an inward sneer, pulling laughter at himself. "And now I'm talking to a fox. You probably can't understand a word I'm saying..." he huffed, seating himself heavily, ears flattened in defeat. There was an aura of sorrow and humility that seemed to envelope the tom, not allowing any other bit of sense through. Back at camp, Galepuff jumped in shock when Frostpool pressed up against him. He knew she only meant it as a sign of friendship but his stupid heart was already starting to gallop in his chest. At her soft, soothing words, he leaned his head against her neck, his mind returning to Tinderspirit. His partner in crime was hurting, he was weakened with his grief. Galepuff had simply never seen the cinnamon tabby act like this. He felt useless in this situation. He wanted to help but didn't exactly know how. He relaxed against the fluffy white she-cat, absorbing her warmth and in return, offering his own comfort.
Slowly a pair of bi colored eyes opened, adjusting to what was really a piece of trash that this sorry excuse of a group called a shelter. A disdainful expression spread across the young kit's face as he lazily flicked an ear. One of the only companions he had, a ginger kitten that was called Cherry, had called for him. Probably to play some mindless game. A shudder curled around his spine as he slowly stood, a smirk touching his muzzle. His tiny black claws slid out, burying themselves in the cardboard beneath his paws. They might have been small but they were thorn sharp. With clear confidence, the tom left the box, gaze falling upon Karkat and Cherry. "You called?" he questioned, eyes flickering between the two. Honestly, he kept to himself most of the time, for he found no reason to make conversation with such idiotic street cats. He was his father's son, a strong-headed feline with many cruel bones in his body. |
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Post by Aкα on Jun 7, 2015 4:02:13 GMT
"I'm a vixen, mind you." Talia snapped, her light French accent coming apparent in her speech. The russet shecat didn't walk up to him, she stayed put with her tail giving an irritated little lash. "You also prove to be rather close-minded if you think that I can't understand you." This cat didn't seem to prove to be a threat, so she relaxed, sitting and placing her paws politely in front of her. Sure, foxes and warrior cats were bound to be enemies, but her mom still pounded manners into her brain. She kept her ears pricked and alert, these cats were seldom alone, and if a pack were to come rushing at her through the ferns she'd be backed up against the river with no stepping stones. The anger tensed on her brow relaxed a bit when she saw the surprise on his face. "Didn't expect me to talk huh?" She asked, drawing a hind paw over her ear and giving a little scratch. She kept back a little bark of amusement, fluffing out her coat against the gathering gale. Above the skies were darkening to a pleasant shade of hazel, orange on the horizon, and stirring into a light violet above.
Karkat gave the other little kit a worried glance, his inner 'mother' side as he'd call it, was rather put off by Cove. The malicious intent in him was almost as apparent as the crazy glint in his eyes. His instincts told him to shoo Cherry away, but he knew that the two were friends - for some odd reason. Hell, Cherry never left him alone, she followed him around as if she were clinging onto his strings. Before he could open his mouth and let the first few words tumble out, Cherry pounced over to her friend bustling with purrs. "Cove! Hey, what do you wanna do?" She pleaded - more than asked - and jumped down in a play position, pawing at the ground in front of them. "I hate being stuck in that box all day, it smells weird, like the smoke that comes over from the big burn place over 'dair." She motioned over to the East where the city dump could be found, every month or so they'd burn all the products to make room for more, leaving a terrible stench and smoke that hung over the area. "And it's so small! It must be cool to go out and explore the town! It's so loud and bright at night, do you think that the twolegs roam around and leave out spare food?!" Her ears perked, suddenly hit with a dagger of curiosity. She turned back to Karkat and rambled on. "Do you think that there are others like us out there? Karkat, how many cats are alive? Why don't we all live together - do they look different from us? I wish we had more kits... I'm hungry." She suddenly groaned and dramatically fell to the ground.
Karkat gave a sigh and flicked an ear in feigned annoyance. "I'll get you something to eat." He grumbled under his breath and darted his eyes to Covellite wearily, he wanted to order him to watch over Cherry, but decided against it. He wasn't her mother, and he was sure that if he ordered Cove around he'd intentionally go against his whims, so he just turned and walked away. Just as he did however, Cross had glanced to his second in command, observing how the sun glinted off his sunglasses. He held not a smile on his face, but in his eyes there was a gleam of satisfaction; Dave proved to be a fine killer, and he was sure that he could lead their battle into the clans well. He pondered when the next attack should be, bu before he could open his mouth to ask his second in command, Karkat stomped forward. "Excuse me, Cross." He said, glancing over at him before quickly looking back up at Dave. "but could I borrow Dave here to help me get prey for the Cherry and Cove?" Karkat bit back a few extra words: You know, because all he's doing is sitting here basking in the sunlight as if for the entire gang to stare in awe at. Cross glanced over at the designated nursery, pausing before flicking his tail dismissively.
"Go." He ordered plainly.
Cherry watched after Karkat as he bounded up to the leader of the pack, then she turned tail and looked back at her friend. "What do you think Covey?" She asked, lifting her eyes to the darkening skies. "Do you think there are other cats out there?"
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jun 13, 2015 22:05:36 GMT
A fox spoke to a cat, yes actually spoke to him. You're in shock aren't you? Yes? Well good, because you should be. Tinderspirit certainly was. In fact, he had his jaw hanging on the floor, eyes about to pop out of their sockets. That seems comical, but trust me, he was that surprised. So being the charmer he was, he stared at her. Like, really, really stared at her. For a long ass time. Really embarrassing on his part. When her words finally registered he opened his mouth a few times, looking like a gaping fish, before finally sounds could be formed into words. "I.... I am so sorry, I had no idea," he responded to being called closed-minded and he felt thoroughly scolded. The vixen was right after all, it was rather pompous to assume that only cats could communicate. "No, actually I didn't. I'm really sorry about that," Tinderspirit said after he had gotten his act together. He straightened himself and wrapped a tail around his paws. "I'm Tinderspirit, and you are?" he questioned, wondering what her name would sound like, how it would be to taste the foreign name on his tongue. Curiosity now played with his eyes, bringing out the small gray flecks that were only visible when he was very focused normally.
Cove was rather used to her ramblings, which is why he didn't respond to any of it, and rather glanced around the camp. There used to be another kit with them, his name was Scab. He had been a quiet tom, one who never said much. Cove had hated him. Scab had this strange obsession with Cherry. He constantly stared at her and would always sleep near her. Cove didn't like that at all. One day, it had been a hot day and Cove had gone out with his father to observe their alleyways. Cross had been abruptly called away and his kit decided to wander off on his own. What he found disturbed him. It was a small brown furred cat - one he recognized as Scab - talking with an older ginger tom. He overheard the tail end of their conversation. "... I want Cherry to myself though." That was Scab. They were planning an attack. Scab trotted away unaware of his looming shadow. Cove ambushed him and dragged him off to some far alley. He tortured him ruthlessly every day, forcing the other kit to beg for mercy. He'd actually rather enjoyed playing with Scab, however he did ultimately die. Cove had delivered his head to the ginger tom. Thinking back on this now, made Cove smile fondly. Yeah, he was a messed up kitten. When Karkat wandered away to speak with his father, he turned his attention back to Cherry. Her excitement and life never ceased to bring him a very small sense of comfort. He assumed it was because it was the one thing that was a constant in his life. His father's affection varied, the cats filtered in and out, his emotions rapidly changed. But Cherry, she was always.... Cherry. Her question made him snort at her innocence. "Yes, I do believe there are other cats out there," he indulged her, twitching his whiskers. An idea came to him and he trotted a bit away from Cherry, waving his tail invitingly. "Cherry, sneak out with me?" he asked, already knowing her answer.
Dave didn't complain at all to Cross' order. In fact, her responded with a nod of quick agreement before leaving the alley. On the inside though, he was seething. Why did Karkat always have to interrupt and make him do uncool things, things more fit for lower ranked gang members? Irritation stirred in his chest, causing his claws to slide slightly out of their sheaths, making them click lightly on the asphalt. "Get over here, Karkat," he demanded, noticing the gray tom was trailing behind. |
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Post by Aкα on Jun 14, 2015 1:50:34 GMT
Talia smiled, amusement glittering in her eyes as he stared at her - God it's like she had turned into a frog before his eyes. It was mesmerizing, she could speak. If she had known clan-cats could be this comical she probably would have started talking to them moons ago. Tinderspirit? Clan cats have such strange names, I swear. She thought to herself, though, it did sound pretty... She examined him closely, almost picking him apart. He was quiet strong, his shoulders were broad and his legs tall. His cinnamon fur soaked up the dying rays of the sun, making him glow orange, but she thought the most catching feature about him was his electric blue eyes. She stared intently into them, the outer of his iris being dark blue, growing into a gold as they grew closer to the pupil, they were gorgeous. She blinked when he asked for her name, raising her head a bit and flicking one ear. "Name's Talia," She smiled, knowing how strange that must sound to someone of foreign tongue. She gave a little bark of happiness, what would have been a purr if she was a cat. "My mother was from a foreign country." She hoped that would answer some questions, though it probably only made more. She laughed nervously and shrugged a bit. "Ehm, nevermind." Talia smiled and flicked her tail, inviting him to come a little closer if he wanted. "So, why was your awful?" She asked, a little glint in her eyes.
Cherry wished that Cove would indulge more on the thought, it was her dream to meet lots of different cats. The world was so big to her, and to think that there was something beyond the city was mind blowing, if there were others out there she wanted to meet them! Maybe she'd make another play-mate. Her thoughts took her for a moment back to an old friend that also used to be in the nursery with her and Cove. His name was Scab, and she loved to play with him because he always wanted to me the counter in hide-and-seek, and counting was much too tedious for her. His fur was thicker and softer than her own, so on cold nights she would sleep next to him, Scab was one of her closest friends. And then one day he just disappeared... She briefly wondered if he ran away, and if he did, that must mean he's still out there somewhere, right?
Perhaps it was for the best that Cherry would forever remain naive to the atrocities her friend Covellite could commit. Her ears perked at his offer, she jumped to all fours and chased after him. "Sure!!!" She squeaked. She knew that kits weren't allowed to leave camp, if Cross saw them - she couldn't even believe of what he'd do to her. Surely he wouldn't punish his own kit, but she herself was an orphan. But, the offer was too much to resist, Cherry wanted to see the world, right? And besides, she was with Cove! He'd protect her from anything. "Oh my goodness! I had a dream that we did this once Cove!" She gasped as they snuck out of the plaza that was marked as the Gang camp. The dead streets open up before them, the street lights were always out, but the setting sun cast enough light for them that Cherry could see all the way to the highway. Their shadows were stretched out long behind them, painting the sidewalks in charcoal. "We had to save Link because he got kidnapped by a giant bird thing and then it took him up to this apartment and we ran up the stairs to go and get him but then this weird cat stopped us and was like 'hey you can't be up here' and you jumped on him and started clawing him and I ran away to the sewers and you were there randomly and then there was this monster in there and we ran from it! Oh it was so scary!" She shivered, shrinking closer to the white, grey, and black-striped tom.
Karkat sighed in irritation and quickened his pace so he fell in line with Dave when he called for him. He already knew what to expect from the blonde tom. Quit reckin' my style when I'm out there with the leader. You're not qualified to treat me this way because I'm second in command, blah, blah, blah, do what I say, I'm Dave I'm an asshole. Karkat snarled under his breath and glared away. "Yes your highness?" He hissed, cuffing away a pebble that littered the alley-way they bounded down. This part of the city was still abandoned, making it a great place to find more prey.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 3, 2015 0:46:08 GMT
Tinderspirit watched as her eyes peered over him, taking in his appearance as he assumed she tried to match his name to his face. He was honestly doing the same for her, letting his gaze slide over her silky red fur and black markings. Her pelt looked rather fluffy, making him instinctively want to brush his tail down her flank, just to feel the texture. When she mentioned the fact that her mother was from a foreign country, he didn't quite understand, but he did know that her name was off because of it. Yet, though he thought it was strange, the name Talia suited her, in a way he couldn't explain. "I like the name Talia," he admits, before scooting a little closer, just so he could lightly feel the warmth from her body. She really wasn't that much bigger than him, for he was a tall cat with lots of muscle. Tinderspirit allowed himself to sit up taller next to her, yet deflated at her next question. His ears flattened as that now familiar ache spread through his chest. "My... my mother, died... I couldn't save her," he admitted quietly. That was the first time he'd said that his mother was dead out loud and this caused a small whimper to claw up his throat and escape his mouth. Then he turned his head abruptly, not wanting to show any of his grief to Talia.
Unbeknownst to Cherry, that depiction of her dream struck a cord in Cove. Why, one might ask? Because he had a dream that had been all too similar. Yet in his dream he'd led his little orange eyed companion out into the street. He had turned to call out to her to hurry up, for she was always slow. There was something chasing them and Cove's first instinct was to protect the small kitten that had clawed her way into his heart and settled there. He watched as the shadowy figure stepped out from an alley, its green eyes blazing. Cherry was frozen in shock, yet she wasn't looking behind her. No, his dream self had realized much too late that she was staring into the bright eyes of a monster - a vehicle that is. Whenever he tried to rescue her, his paws suddenly felt weighed down. He would watch as it drew closer until is rammed into her small body. Then the car disappeared, leaving only the broken body of his Cherry, blood sprayed everywhere. Except he didn't enjoy it this time. He'd fall to his stomach beside her, nuzzling her neck and begging her to wake up, just like he had when he was less than a moon old and his mother had died. The shadowy figure would stand over him then, laughing maliciously. 'You let her die!' it would always say and that's when he'd wake up, heart racing in his chest. Cove took a shaky breath, coming back to the present and walking out of the camp. When she continued to chatter, he relaxed slightly, letting his heart slow a bit. It helped when she moved closer to his side. Not usually one to show affection, it was quite a big deal when he pressed his fur against hers. "We're both going to be fine," he told her, with complete conviction, though he didn't know who he was trying to convince more, her or himself. "Stay close to me though Cherry, and don't you dare go across any roads without me at your side, got it?" he barked, trying to seem stern, like his father. Yet inside he was a kit, scared - which was a big accomplishment because nothing really frightened him - of losing the one creature that actually meant something to him.
"You asked for this hunting trip, so don't lag behind," Dave answered simply, cutting off discussion. Then he bound off, his nose twitching as he tried to take in scents. He was better at hunting aerial pray, due to his muscle and the fact that he had wickedly long claws and a lot of upper-body strength. So, almost subconsciously, he was also checking the sky, wondering if a bird would swoop low enough for him to snag. That would feed the kittens and the others would have to fend for themselves. The only reason the kittens were cared for and hunted for was because one happened to be Cross' kid. |
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