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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 1, 2006 8:26:22 GMT -5
((Sure.))
Dragonfang laughed, before disappearing in the grasses, heading for the Pool
Rainwhisker watched as the massive tom made his way through a wake of grasses. He turned to the others and looked at Ziggu accusingly, "That wasn't very nice! Why'd you let him leave?" Grey form turned to Moonpelt, "Why did you let him leave, too? Is it because he looks like Tigerstar?" Green oculars surveyed both she-cats, a puzzled expression in the emerald gaze. Even though Rainwhisker was a warrior, he still carried that kit-like innocence. "How come?" he prodded.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 1, 2006 8:59:20 GMT -5
"I let him leave because he decided to." She looked coldly down at the younger warrior's gray head, steely gaze unmoved by the kit-like way he asked his questions. Tigerpelt had gone off of his own accord. Why would she hold him back? What he wanted and did not want to do was his business, not hers, and she had decided to keep it that way a long time ago. Ebony-hued ear twitched again, this time in irritation at the ShadowClan feline's inquisitive behavior. She didn't like questions, never did, and these were no exception. A request to see if she knew where someone was, okay, that was fine, or a question from a friend, but inquiries from neither category just made her seeth inside. Her actions were her own to judge, and her thoughts were hers to guard. This kitten didn't need to know why she had let him go off by his own sulky self. He was probably sitting out there now, grumbling over her, or plainly hating her. That was more simple, predictable, and like Tigerpelt. The annoying Whisker-cat could go out there and comfort him if he liked. She didn't care if he got a split nose. It wasn't her problem. Her gaze shifted position as the protest was next directed towards her old friend, Moonpelt, and she waited for the ancient she-cat's reaction. The silvered female was more patient than her strange dappled companion, but some things could still pass the limit of her tolerance. Such as Tigerpelt's affinity for battle. Ziggu remembered the time when Moonpelt had told her that story of when, as the silver-blue female was patrolling the borders in her younger years, when Ziggu had not met her yet, she had found a kittypet yearning to join a Clan. Tigerpelt had come up later on, and told her straight out that the new cat was lucky she hadn't fallen on him. He wouldn't have had as much pity. This made Moon 'blow her top', by her own words, and a big argument ensued. It was no surprise, really. The two warriors had been bound to confront each other someday. "Because it's the same thing he would do with me." This answer was quite surprising coming from the old she-cat. Not quite impatient, but carrying a hint of intolerance, signalling that she didn't want this to continue. Then, pointedly turning around to show that she would ignore the rest, she began watching the moon again. It was at this point that Ziggu noticed Spiderthorn's absence. The lovey-dovey mush-head had probably left with her mate. The dappled female had heard the word 'Pool', and so deduced they had gone there. Maybe she should go, too.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 2, 2006 11:20:40 GMT -5
Rainwhisker cocked his head back and forth, not understanding the age-old emnity coming from the two she-cat's toward the large tabby. "Is it because he's so mean?" he asked, pursuing the argument. Without waiting for a response, he plunged on. "Don't you understand him?" he cried, frustrated, "I haven't even known him for five minutes, but I can already tell that there is much pain in his heart." Never had Rainwhisker spoken so eloquently, he paused to gather his thoughts, then resumed his lecture to his superiors. If he'd been alive and on earth, he would've been worried that such an argument would've gotten him thrown out of the Clan, but here he was already dead, and he planned to have his say. "He's the descendant of the famed, cruel Tigerstar. For StarClan's sake, he even looks like Tigerstar! Do you know how many enemies he's made because of his appearance?" He looked from one cat to the other, searching for understanding of where he was going. "He's probably been hated all his life for his temper and his appearance. Can't you tell that being hated all his life has turned him into a malicious cat? He's trying to conquer his temper, I can tell he's trying to." The young warrior turned to Ziggu, "When you were talking to him---laughing at him---whatever you call it, I could see he was about to split your nose open. but he controlled himself. He asked you for help, in order to help change him into a cat that everyone will like. A cat that will have a short temper, but that will defy anyone who calls him by the name of Tigerstar. And you laughed at him!" The gray tom didn't even know why, but tears were welling in his eyes. Perhaps compassion and pity for the misunderstood tom. Perhaps frustration because no matter what he did, he couldn't get these she-cat's to understand. "Laughing does nothing to help a cat in need! Because you laughed at him, it's going to be harder than ever to fight himself. Don't you remember the stories of Brambleclaw nad Hawkfrost? How they were visited by Tigerstar? He probably struggles to avoid the fate of Tigerstar. And you probably pushed him back again. Back into the darkness. You should . . . you should . . ." Rainwhisker was gasping for breath, winded by his tirade that was spoken with a passion he didn't even know he had. Gray flanks trembled as he pushed away, "Oh, I don't care what you do." He looked away, sweeping the landscape with his gaze. "I'm going to look for my friends," he stated.
He stood up and padded away. When he was a few feet away he stopped and turned to look at the two cats. Neither had said a word. His sad gaze looked each one over, as if imprinting their appearances into his brain. Then he turned, and pushed into the grass and disappeared.
((Lol. Whoo! Raineh's got a temper. Hee hee. I couldn't help it, I wanted at least one cat to stand up for Tigerpelt.))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 5, 2006 11:32:09 GMT -5
((That's quite fine. After all, everybody else is yowlin' at him an' all xDDD))
Ziggu rolled her eyes in annoyance, letting a short, exasperated sigh whistle through her fangs. Shaking her head slowly, she padded to the edge of the clearing of grasses, dappled pelt wavering smoothly over lean, powerful muscles, a faint glint of what seemed like anger and regret shining in the female's bright carmine eyes as she walked away. Suddenly, she stopped straight in her tracks, her halt making dust rise between her toes, head swiveling slowly to face the old, silvered female, cranium still moving from side to side in a gesture of sorry denial. "He doesn't get it, does he? Tigerpelt hates me, I hate him back. Simple as that. And nothing can make it change, no matter what. He asks for help, I'll be happy to give it, but it's just hard for me to imagine him even trying to do so. I suppose I hurt his feelings, and I'm sorry for that. But nothing else. No, nothing else." Another faint sigh cut the silence, and the she-cat bounded away, agile legs slipping through the yellow, silver-hued strands of the plants with strange elegance for a feline with such a violent past. And, finally, she disappeared inside the Prairie, a last flicker of color from the tip of her tail betraying her direction. Moonpelt stayed in her place, looking out over the grass with calm, unwavering eyes of dark, mossy green, supple body sitting straight with righteous honor. And her gaze left the ground to stare softly upwards, towards the setting moon, as the ancient female continued her silent vigil of the night.
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