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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 15, 2009 15:33:56 GMT -5
Smallclaw's mouth drooped open, drinking in all of the remaining prey scents. Most trails were stale, although a small, starved vole was poking his way through the wet leaves. Smallclaw was blending in perfectly in the marsh; his tawny and white tabby fur was perfect for winter hunting in the cattails.
The young warrior was ready to pounce. Flexing his scrawny claws, he leaped into the air and landed next to the startled vole. He hooked the flabby, starved skin with his small claws and with a quick nip to the neck, it was all over for the vole.
Finally. He thought.
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Post by laurelflight on Feb 7, 2009 22:38:38 GMT -5
Longfeather watched with a dull glow to his eyes, which usually showed that he was curious. The wet of the marsh slicked his fur back, making the tom look even smaller and more detailed in stature. He blinked as he began to tremble from the cold. He had been a spectator to Smallclaw's hunt, intrigued by the show.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 8, 2009 14:28:28 GMT -5
Smallclaw looked back, and saw the lithe shape of Longfeather staring at him. The dull glow in his eyes made Smallclaw uneasy. What was this odd glow? An eerie pause fell upon the environment as both cats locked eyes. Trying to break the pause, Smallclaw said:
"So, did you enjoy the show?"
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Post by laurelflight on Feb 8, 2009 21:30:42 GMT -5
Although he hid his emotions well, Longfeather was subtly surprised and pleased to hear the tom use one of his favorite terms. Show. He pricked his ears and twitched his tail calmly as he padded over to Smallclaw, his eyes gleaming unusually. "I did enjoy it," he meowed softly with a hint of cruelty. It was washed out of his voice altogether though as he added, "Good catch."
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 9, 2009 19:40:11 GMT -5
Smallclaw squinted.
He's so odd... like a dull icicle... the Warrior thought.
"Well, er... thank you. Would you like to join the epic hunt?" Smallclaw mewed. He didn't dare show too much friendliness to the other tom. Frankly, he freaked Smallclaw out!
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Post by laurelflight on Feb 9, 2009 20:33:33 GMT -5
Longfeather blinked, his standing form erect and his head a perfect triangle. The Abyssinian pondered it and meowed after a heartbeat, "Sure. That would be ... intriguing."
He leaned forward until his eyes met Smallclaw's, his muzzle a mouse length away from the other warrior's. Copper eyes blank, he lifted his head after several moments. Saying nothing he turned around and padded away on ginger steps, scenting the air, absent-minded, pondering what he had gotten from his staring.
To Longfeather, what he did was not awkward or strange in his mind. To him, he was merely doing what he pleased. Slinking away, he meowed softly, "Let the games begin." Wet reeds trembled, and he was gone.
But of course, he didn't go far.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 10, 2009 19:02:18 GMT -5
Dumbfounded by Longfeather's dull response to his offer, Smallclaw could only pause for a moment and stare while the other tom stalked away.
Smallclaw trotted behind him, in a strangely gleeful mood. Mud sloshed between his toes, making his unsheathed claws feel chilly. Shivers went up Smallclaw's spine.
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Post by Super Lemon on Feb 15, 2009 17:45:38 GMT -5
((ooc ..... you guys are frightning me with your coolness..  ) what show?  )
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Post by Mango on Mar 6, 2009 16:57:51 GMT -5
i dont have a cat in riverclan who can go out and about, or else i'd partake.
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Post by Super Lemon on Mar 7, 2009 16:56:25 GMT -5
((ooc partake? what a cool word choice! XD))
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