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Post by AUGUST ?! on May 31, 2009 19:40:33 GMT -7
DART
The dew of twilight hung in the air, softly swelling as it prepared to burst along the land. Shy tendrils of pink and peach withdrew from the land tho their home of the horizon, and the clouds opened up to the quiet blue sky, nearly dotted with the stars of the night. A few daring birds called to each other, flipping and turning through the sky as they made their way to a hidden nest among the pines. Murky pools bordered by cattails and reeds took on the colors of twilight, seeming almost pretty for a moment. A light summer breeze picked up, sending scents of a thousand types over the land and cleansing it of the muggy feeling. Greenleaf was here, and at the marsh that meant humid days and clogging nights. A few sparse flowers closed up as the evening wore on, and water voles crawled away to their holes.
Partially laying under a bush, a small docile creature lay. Cloaked in a color darker than night, it seemed to bless the land with its presence. But then the face of the creature opened up as he opened his sea foam green eyes, and while they weren't evil, they were certainly not docile. At his paws rested a sparrow, but rested might be to light of a word, for it was torn apart, feathers everywhere. The small feline, for feline it indeed was, sat up and rubbed a paw spiked with long white claws over his face. He curled his tail around his slight frame, seemingly content. One could almost compare him to that of a wild panther, in the sense that while they were not mild-tempered, they were calm enough. Suspicious green eyes flickered over the land, only to rest once again on his prey, which he promptly covered with a shallow layer of soil.
Dart scraped his now dirty paw across his pink tongue. He was on the edge of WindClan and ShadowClan's border, facing the lands of darkness, that much he was sure of. The ShadowClanners had a fairly distinct scent, which was not mild and not at all like flowers. But that was all fine to him. He had only lived in this area for a short while, and had not yet claimed a territory for himself. The last forest had been nice, until the noisy two-legged creatures had invaded. This territory is nice, though, he though, but grimaced as he thought back on how the Clans seemed to like their territory only for themselves. Stupid cats. Solely dependent on one another. No, he couldn't live near them. Maybe somewhere closer to the stream but farther from the stench of weak cats. He longed for the city that he had called home in what seemed such a long time ago. Alas, it was hard for one to pick and choose.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 5, 2009 17:56:07 GMT -7
Softheart padded towards the ShadowClan border to check up on it, ears perked ahead, mouth open.
Lately, she had a lot of time to herself. She was to be appointed an apprentice sometime soon, so at the moment, unlike most of the other warriors, she had time to take occasional walks to hunt and check on a border, and just enjoy the scenery.
She briefly looked up to where StarClan was soon to start peeking out of the sky.
A scent wafted to her, and she tensed; it was that of a...loner! A loner? What was a loner doing here? Her fur didn't bristle as if a ShadowClan cat lay nearby.
She simply tensed her body more, muscles ready to spring her away at any moment, or fight if she must.
So a tom...she located the intruder's area, then stopped a few tail-lengths away. But he didn't seem to be on either of their border's...in fact, he was on the narrow strip of land between their territories, in which there happened to be a convenient bush...how smart.
She stepped a few pawsteps closer, unsure of what to do. He really wasn't on either of their territories...should she ignore him? No, she was too curious.
The young she-cat took a moment to think about it, then decided she would appraise the cat in a friendly manner, but also make sure he didn't go on either Clan's territory.
She walked a few tail-lengths away, then turned and joined him on the narrow border-line, then padded a bit closer.
"Who's there? I would appreciate it if you came out to talk."
She said it in a cheerful voice, but firmly. She did want to talk to him, and she did want to make sure he stayed on the strip.
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 7, 2009 13:04:40 GMT -7
DART
Lost in thoughts concerning only the evening luxurity and the air that filled his lungs with each passing breath, the jet-black tom lay on his side indulgently. It was not often he found time for himself like this, for the life of a loner in a land of such desolateness was harsh. Groups of felines scraped by, relying on each other to protect their backs. But one who lived with only himself… Lazily, foam green eyes blinked and stared at nothing, the only purpose of their being open was hidden, for the small cat to know exclusively. The branches of the bush he rested under dipped and swayed as a soft breeze picked up from WindClan’s direction. As the air swirled and circled, the tom sat bolt upright. Some foreign scent, spread out thinly from the differing winds, but still there. Heather and dirt and wind, definitely WindClan but marking that of an individual instead of the group as a whole. Yet before he could turn and meet the intruder head-on, a soft feminine voice called to him.
Who's there? I would appreciate it if you came out to talk. Dart's sea foam eyes turned to look at the speaker, narrowing with suspicion. He didn't like others to interrupt. But, as he contemplated answering her or just ignoring her, he thought about the Clan's procedures. If he ignored her,chancess were likely that she would call others to help her. He was unaware that he was, in fact, not on their territory at the moment. "I am perfectly fine where I am, thank you," he meowed curtly. If he must speak, if would be no more than necessary. But natural curiosity, as was common in feline's, make him ask , "What is your name, Clanner?" There. He was done. Dart turned his head pointedly, dissentrest apparent in his body language.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 7, 2009 13:40:50 GMT -7
She didn't care that he was not interested; she just smiled at his attempt to shake her off. But he had asked her a question, which she was going to answer, and expected him to answer her question for his name.
"Oh, that's okay. I couldn't really care less."
She tilted her head, curious as to why he didn't get up. Lazy? Tired? After all, loners lives were harsh. And what she had said wasn't completely true. She did care a little bit, or she wouldn't have asked, but it didn't matter a whole lot.
"My name is Softheart. And what is your's?"
She said it in her normal tone of voice, which was, in fact, cheerful and happy. The firmness was gone, replaced wit5h curiosity.
Well, she could see his bright green eyes, and some of his face, near the opening of the bush, and bits of fur through the branches. She supposed a face was all she needed to talk to. She could work without that too, but it was nice if they showed themselves.
Softheart sat, curling her ail around her small paws, poise elegant but not as if she was trying to. She wouldn't dare sit down, in case he attacked. Not that she thought he would.
After all, if he had wanted to, he probably would have already. He was a loner though...but a cat of another Clan was truly more likely to attack then a loner. Though again, that did depend on their dispositions...
She sighed very quietly, then looked to his face as she waited for an answer to her question.
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 10, 2009 8:58:29 GMT -7
DART
As the blue of darkness settled into the land, the black tom blended in perfectly to the earth. Shaking his pelt, he stood up and walked out of the bush that had concealed him, allowing the annoying female to see him. It was not as if he had anything better to do. Looking around, and blatantly ignoring her first reply, he casually scented the land. If he had narrowed his misty eyes and titled his head a bit, he might have noticed a small patrol of ShadowClan marching along the border just a ways off. But, instead of scrupulously scanning the land as he had indeed intended to do, the female said something else. My name is Softheart. And what is yours?
Softheart. Dart smirked to himself. I wonder if this has anything to do with her personality? She certainly was pretty, but he could care less at the moment. Her bright blue eyes peered our from the evening, and her calico spotted pelt dashed with white definitely stood out. Delicately formed legs held her aloft, and a slender frame looked as if it could be blown away in the wind. Now that he knew what this annoying one looked like, he contemplated answering. Her firm and Clanlike expression had been replaced by one of open curiosity. It did not seem as if he was in trouble, and that she would report him ( and then his name ) later on. So he decided he might as well make the night interesting. "I was first named Poison Dart." He flashed his sharp, white teeth, and opened his foamy, soft green eyes. "But I go by Dart." He sat down, curling his tail around his small body.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 10, 2009 14:25:22 GMT -7
(Hahah I meant she wouldn't lay down, not sit down cuz she just did XD)
Night was drawing in even closer, and would soon arrive around them. Softheart briefly glanced up again at the sky, then looked down and smiled as he came out.
"And here I was sure he wasn't going to show himself."
"So you've decided to come out," she murmured to herself, probably not loud enough for him to hear.
But that didn't matter anyway if he did.
"Poison Dart? How strange."
The female warrior looked at his sea foam green eyes, then dipped her head slightly, understanding.
"His eyes do indeed look like poison."
Ah, a nickname. Sort of.
"What an odd name," she told him, then paused. Her eyes narrowed the slightest, and she smiled slightly.
"Were you a kittypet when you were younger, by any chance?"
(Hmm, my writing style was a little strange this time...*shrug*)
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 13, 2009 8:35:39 GMT -7
DART
What an odd name. Were you a kittypet when you were younger, by any chance? In the darkness that was settling in each moment they spoke, the flat black fur of the tom's pelt blended in beautifully, unmarred by other shades. Instead of answering this rude query, or rude in his opinion, he wondered exactly what the she-cat was seeing as he slowly disappeared. A soft breeze filtered throughout the land, every so often picking up scents of a rabbit or vole or birds, and mingling it with the open smell of heather and the tousled scent of nighttime water. It was all a very pleasant mix, and the black feline soon found himself entranced by this. But the second her scent was mingled in with the others, he was back, and slightly annoyed. Now he must answer her question.
"When knowing that that question came from a Clan cat such as yourself, I think it would be an improvement," Dart commented dryly. Looking at her again, eyes slightly narrowed, he couldn't help but sigh. "But, yes I was." He rolled his eyes at her. "Satisfied yet? Or must I tell you my life story?" He was on the defensive again. Why had he told her? He could have just walked away. Ugh. Stupid she-cat.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 13, 2009 15:55:04 GMT -7
Now her eyesight was slowly adjusting to the darkness. This tom was a bit annoying, but he was still interesting enough to keep her attention. Most cats were, really.
"When knowing that that question came from a Clan cat such as yourself, I think it would be an improvement."
She chuckled quietly at this statement, listened to the rest of his words, and then flicked her tail tip, thinking.
"Well, no you don't. Unless you want to."
She put on a bright smile. "I hope I'm not that boring," she said cheerily. "If so, then tell me how to make myself more interesting."
Softheart thought a moment, then decided she wanted to take that back. It was an awkward statement. She winced, flicked her tail again, let out a breath, then resumed her still pose as before.
Her bright blue eyes watched him, waiting for his response.
The she-cat tilted her ears slightly back, smile fading as she looked up at the dark sky. All of StarClan was out now, it seemed. Except some that were hidden from view by trees. But they were still out, though. Simply hidden from her sight.
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 17, 2009 12:12:21 GMT -7
DART
Sea green eyes flicked to the stars above. Silently, the feline wondered how in the world he had gotten stuck with suck an annoying little she-cat. Of course he didn't want to tell her his life story. He, and he alone, knew it. It was not something to be told lightly to any cat that happened to pass by. The words that flowed from her mouth streamed through his mind. How shallow she seemed! Asking how she could be more interesting. Couldn't she see that he was not a Clan cat, that his only interest in her was that there was nothing else to do in this forsaken land? Well, it seemed she didn't know. Instead of answering right away, he lifted himself and started to pad lightly away. It was not as if he was simply leaving her behind; she would more than likely follow him. But he needed to feel his muscles being put to use, even if his brain was rotted away by petty talking.
But there was something Dart wondered about. "Make yourself more interesting? Not sure about that. But you could tell me what makes Clan life so... appealing." Hm. That should stump her, and even if it didn't it might be useful information. He had always wanted to know, after all.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 17, 2009 14:18:03 GMT -7
He started to walk away, and she followed a little behind, keeping his pace.
Softheart laughed. She had a feeling that he thought her shallow. So many did. But she was just very optimistic and cheerful. She gave way to deeper things when the time for it arose.
Like now. Though it's not like this was very hard either. She was really quite smart.
"Ahh, now that's pretty easy. First of all, it's appealing to those who were born into it or were put in at a young age. They don't know anything else, usually. And as you grow, as long as you get along relatively well with the rest of the cats within your Clan, it's all good. But if you're an outcast, I suppose you might want to run away.
But that's besides the point. Also, to those who have had a hard life as a loner, or was a kittypet and wanted more...substantial cats around them, or they simply wanted companionship."
She paused, thinking.
"Say, me. I was two loners' kit, out of five original, three once I was put into WindClan at the age of five moons. I don't want to leave, simply because I don't enjoy watching so many cats struggle with their lives. Within a Clan, you have a much higher chance of making friends or finding a mate then just wandering around the lands. My mother and father struggled too hard for my liking, and I want to see as few cats as I can have the life my parents', siblings and I had."
She shrugged, smiling
"It's really that simple, atleast for me. Any cat in adulthood could simply join for the statistics there, and my reason also. Of course, if I really wanted, I could be a loner. I'm used to having to live harshly, even though I may hardly remember it. And I'm well able in fighting and hunting."
She thought again for a second.
"Exceptionally good in both, actually." She purred, laughing. "You wouldn't really expect my form to support fighting that well, would you?!"
Whenever she thought of how well she fought, it did make her proud. But she wasn't vain, and didn't really brag about it. That hadn't been bragging; it still surprised her even to this day how much better she was at fighting then some of the toms and senior warriors in WindClan.
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 21, 2009 8:58:06 GMT -7
DART
Any trace of light, save the always constant presence of the flickering stars, was gone. But, as the air got cooler, and the breeze picked up, the dark smudges of daylight clouds thrown into the night moved away, revealing a nearly full moon. The light illuminated everything suddenly, so even the tiniest leaf could be seen in immense detail. The black tom glanced up at the bright circle suspended in his range of sight with cloudy green eyes, silent for a moment, just contemplating what the she-cat had said. True, life would be easier in some ways for the Clan cats. But also harder. Battles were more than likely abundant, among who knows what else. And he doubted it was as easy to get in the Clans as she said. But still.
Dart was a loner at heart, The cats he did talk to occasionally were not friendly, or open, or eager to be with in any form. He was used to that; it was comfortable. Yet as he talked, more like listened, he though to himself wryly, with this she-cat he realized that his shell was slipping, and he was almost glad of the company. Though she might be slightly vain, annoying, and talkative... He felt a sliver of a smile creep on his face.. "Not exactly. My bet is that you are so used to soft Clan cats, it would take a bit to be used to the street fighting I am used to." He finally sat down, He twitched his whiskers slightly in well-hidden amusement.
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Post by Neraven on Jul 21, 2009 9:29:55 GMT -7
She watched his eyes, glanced briefly at the nearly full moon herself, then looked back to him.
"Not exactly. My bet is that you are so used to soft Clan cats, it would take a bit to be used to the street fighting I am used to."
Softheart thought about this while she also sat down with him, then purred, "I can not stop you from thinking what you want. And it may be true. But I don't think so."
She faced him, suddenly serious, purr stopped, altogether completely different than a second ago. Her blue eyes stared firmly into his green, and she said very seriously, "I do not let myself get beaten. I always will win."
She turned her head away and gazed up to the sky, with the moon and pinpoints of bright light. After a moment, her gaze softened, and she smiled, looking back to him.
She purred at him, cheerful again, but behind her eyes was still the same seriousness as moments before.
That hadn't been there before. He had brought the subject up, and now she couldn't get her mind off of it.
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Jul 26, 2009 8:22:54 GMT -7
DART
A thick summer breeze, made heavy with scents of the land, flew throughout he night, lazily rustling leaves and making everything, somehow, even warmer. It was not a cool night, no summer night in this place was. Summers were blistering, falls and springs muddy and wet, and winters were the harshest of all with frozen ground, endless snow, and practically non-existent prey. The black tom, for the tiniest moment, almost wished for his old home. Even the city. But that was past, and he knew it. Instead, he turned to the she-cat, once again rolling his eyes at her assurance. He found her annoying. A moment ago he found himself enjoying her company, now... Well. He had always been one to switch temperaments and moods back and forth instantaneously.
Dart twitched the end of his tail back and forth. "And if the cat is much stronger and bigger than you, and you are exhausted and small and injured, and if he had beat all the others in your Clan?
[/color] he mocked. Debating silently whether to just leave this she-cat here or stay, he licked a paw. He might as well stay. Suddenly he felt slightly bad. Only a tiny bit, but it ate at him. " All I am saying is that it is impossible to live unbeaten." or something like that. Or maybe it was "Don't be so vain." He never knew. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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