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Post by Silverstream on May 9, 2006 17:06:37 GMT -5
((Just a-helpin. In your last sentence, you used the wrong 'their'. It should be 'there', not 'their' Oooohhhh. What's gonna happen with Spiderbreath and Hazelblaze...))
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Aleen
Warrior
It's hard being different....
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Post by Aleen on May 9, 2006 17:08:26 GMT -5
((Yeah, to Carrion Place. Could you start the one there?))
The young tom turned his gaze back to Spiderbreath just as she was making her escape, to late for him to do or say anything to stop her. He sighed, showing clearly how exasperated he was. Spiderbreath was the definition of paranoid, making Hazleblaze the definition of mousebrained. How could any cat ever hope to befriend the colorful she-cat?
"Hazleblaze, you must be crazy," the Siberian muttered to himself as he willed his body into a run.
He dashed out of camp and slowed to a stop. His amber optics glowing brightly, he looked around. Where was she off to? He hissed in annoyance, an action that would have surprised any cat that knew the brown tabby well. He was usually calm and friendly with even the most obnoxious apprentice. What had happened to his usually cool-headed behavior? It had suddenly disappeared like a leaf riding the breeze. The fur on Hazleblaze's back bristled and he hissed again, furious with himself. How could he have let this happen? He should have been ready for something like this! Spiderbreath's paranoia would get her killed and it would be his fault. It was him who had urged her to leave camp, no one else. The responsibility of the task he had accepted weighed on him like a huge boulder. He quickly decided to head to Carrion Place, hoping desperately that she had been serious in her desire to hunt there. Every muscle in his body rippled under his brown tabby pelt as he raced across ShadowClan territory to Carrion Place.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 9, 2006 23:45:21 GMT -5
((Thankee, Silver, for pointing that out :3 Musta not watched what I was typin'... And to Carrion Place it is n_n I'm just gonna do a short post, since this is to get her to go to Carrion Place, but will create a much longer one on her destination.))
The strange she-cat halted for a moment, checking that the tom wasn't coming after her, and let a brief nod shake her head. Crimson-tipped ears were trained on the camp, striving to hear something, the rustling of foliage, a call aimed at her. But nothing came, and it didn't look like he was searching for the colorful feline. Satisfied, but still filled with fear, she turned round, deciding to head towards Carrion Place anyway. Some hunting would be a good excuse to get away from the camp and its usual hustle-bustle, as well as the frequently frequented warrior's den. And that way, she wouldn't have to be with someone else. Oh happiness, happiness, and freedom for a- She stopped in her tracks. Vermilion paws held her against the earth with a vice-like grip as golden optics saw Hazelblaze, that insistant tom, run in the direction of the place she had desired to 'hunt' in. Brown ears flattened against her skull, she hugged the ground to her tabbby-like pelt, a mixture of browns, yellows and light orange amber. He was there. And he was going to do something. He's probably having a meeting with the cat who wants me dead. Yeh, that's it. He's going to say he couldn't get me. And I'm going to know everything. Everything. With that thought stamped intently on her mind, the young she-cat scuttled off, using another route to reach Carrion Place before the tom. She had explored a lot in her younger days, though she had been fearful, and now knew most escape routes or the shortest paths to a place. And she was using this knowledge to its full extent.
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