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Post by Brightriver on Apr 24, 2006 19:27:06 GMT -5
Shenandoah was laying with her paw under her chin. The obvious posture of bordem for her.
There was nothing to do, no cat to annoy. That was boring for her. Firen wasn't around, nor was any other cat that used to be a loner or rouge, or who had loner or rouge heritage. That was the problem, Shenandoah hated loners and rouges, and made fun of any cats that used to be one, or had the heritage of one. She absently chewed on a peice of fresh-kill she had gotten out of the fresh-kill pile, it was a vole.
Not the best tasting one, she could say that for it.
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on Apr 24, 2006 20:20:40 GMT -5
Shatteredheart froze when she saw the she-cat who was named Shenandoah.Immediately her lip curled to reveal a line of razor sharp ivories. Every cat in ThunderClan knew she was known for her bitter words and sharp tongue, and she used that mostly against those who mocked her for her loner heritage. Claws immediately flew from their sheathed, and fur lay unsettled upon the she-cat's shoulders.
How easy it was to uspet this she-cat.
Since her claws were unsheathed, and lip already curled into a snarl, she let out the only thing she could manage to do at the time.
Letting out a deep throated growl, she finished it off with a low hiss.
And as of that, Shatteredheart let Shenandoah know to stay away.
They were now proclaimed enemies at her threat.
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Post by Brightriver on Apr 25, 2006 8:05:22 GMT -5
Shenandoah swiveled her ears to where the growl came from, and turned around to face Shatteredheart.
"Hey, is that any way to treat ol' Shenny?" Shenandoah said.
She felt her old self coming back again. Just as mischievous as it ever was, and ever would be.
Shenandoah could be aggressive, but also uncannily friendly. It just didn't make sense. One minute she would be acting friendly, the next, acting like she wanted to bite your head off.
Very unusual behavior.
Shenandoah did this sort of thing to cats that were being aggressive. But what can expect from a cat called Shatteredheart?
Nothing very positive, that was what Shenandoah thought. But all seemed fine, it was a lovly day.
What could spoil it?
Some annoying cat growing?
Of course not, in Shenandoah's mind. Shatteredheart was just somewhat like a tick you can't shake off.
But sometimes you don't notice. Shenandoah absently chewed on the vole and just stared off into the distance. She had to do something, but there was nothing much to do, that was for sure.
But mock Shatteredheart?
Maybe, but that was hard to do. Oh well, Shenandoah had to start somewhere.
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on May 1, 2006 21:14:45 GMT -5
"Oh believe me, you deserve much more than a simple hiss."
The she-cat spat, facing the other with hostility and hatred burning in twin pools of emerald. Another hiss, though one with irritation and annoyance concealed within, was let out of her maw. Shenandoah was her main problem in the Clan lands. No, not NightClan. Not other Clans. Not opposing warriors.
Shenandoah.
Enemies.That's all they were. But Shatteredheart had enough with the cats that taunted her for being born of loner heritage. It wasn't her fault that she was born, was it?
Besides, the she-cat could outfight almost any opposing warrior. The other cat better had watch her words, or she'd go away with more than a few scratches on her body...
Shatteredheart would make the cat literally blood-red.
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