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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 7, 2018 8:00:21 GMT -5
Would it be too much to ask for one of my real cat if I already had one done of my Cattails character?
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 7, 2018 7:57:40 GMT -5
Orion gave Breeze a quick nod. She was right. Surely someone else would accompany Shatter. He fell silent as he continued following after her. He stifled a small yawn as he padded alongside the she-cat. Should he make conversation? Right when he decided to try, Breeze stopped. They were now standing by a tree. "Sounds good," he agreed. "I'll head this way." The tom flicked his tail towards his right. "Call if you run into any trouble." With that, he turned and began padding a little deeper into the jungle.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 7, 2018 7:53:32 GMT -5
Smallstep shot a glare at him when the faint sunlight was suddenly blocked. "I said that I will be ready when I want to be," she replied with a cold tone. She thought back to how she had seemed to use her anger to hide her pain the night before. Was she doing the same thing now? It was likely. She figured that this would become the new normal, that she would go back to her old ways of being snarky and sharp tongued. Releasing a huff, she pushed herself to her paws. "Fine. I'm up, happy now?" she asked with a hiss. "I don't know what suddenly snapped inside your head, but you're becoming worse than the others." She began padding towards the den entrance. "What, are you planning to put more thorns in my nest? Go right ahead. See if I ever trust you again." The words she spoke were filled with complete sincerity. She stopped in front of the tom only for a moment, then quickly shouldered her way past him and into the clearing.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 7, 2018 7:47:03 GMT -5
Will territory percentages reset to just a few tiles similar to when you start a new game? I was working on the achievement where you claim every spot for your territory. So on the game I plan to make a colony on all of the tiles are claimed by the Forest Colony currently.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 22:05:40 GMT -5
Smallstep argued with herself silently for the following minutes. She kept going back and forth between different plans. Bits and pieces managed to surface, yet never fit together to form a solid plan. She huffed and drifted her gaze to the dirt. Her head now rested on her paws as she continued to think. No matter how hard to tried to focus, something was still gnawing at the back of her mind. Something she attempted to distract herself from, yet never quite completely could. The fact that she even cared what Mudwhisker thought. What any of them thought, for that matter. It bothered her how much Mudwhisker's words had seemed to strike her down. The she-cat suddenly lifted her head, fixing her gaze at nothing in particular. That was when she decided not to play his little game. She knew that he was all confident with himself that he had broken her, that he had put her back in her place. That was where he was wrong. Well, he would have been right to think that way last night. Now she was deciding that that was the end of those thoughts. What did it matter if he attempted to put her back in her place anyway? At the sound of his voice, she flicked her tail in annoyance. "I'll be out when I'm ready," she retorted with a small snort.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 21:42:11 GMT -5
(Ooh, okay! Sounds good to me.)
Smallstep squinted her eyes as she turned her head to glance out of her den entrance. The slowly rising sun flooded more and more light into her den with every passing minute. She had not slept at all the previous night. Nor had she bothered to clean her wound up. She would consider herself lucky if it became infected. Perhaps an infection would hit her hard enough to offer her a break from working for a few days. Besides, she didn't want to have to go through every detail of what happened with Yarrowtail. With anyone, for that matter. The thought of ratting on Mudwhisker crossed her mind. She could explain how he came into her den upon her request, seeming to be concerned for her at first. What good would that do? A small hiss escaped her as she convinced herself that nobody would believe her. Even if they did, they would surely still take Mudwhisker's side. Her claws began digging into the dirt underneath her. Back to silently plotting, she supposed. This time would be different. Now she would plot solely of how to free herself. It was clear that her clan was not coming for her. She was left alone to fend for herself in this ruthless clan.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 21:11:29 GMT -5
(Well this certainly took a different turn than I thought. XD)
Smallstep froze when he spoke again. She flattened her ears against her ahead, unsure whether to be more angry or saddened. Well, the truth was out. The truth that she had so desperately wanted. The cold feeling of complete and utter loneliness seemed to grab hold of her, digging into her skin like thorns. That feeling seemed to bury itself deep. This was not something that she would soon forget, if ever. When she suddenly saw his claws coming towards her, all she had time to do was tense her body. She dropped her head to the side with a hiss as he raked his claws across her face. For a moment she stood completely frozen, staring down at the ground. Droplets of blood had splattered across the dirt. She slowly lifted her head to lock her gaze onto him. However, she head remained low to the ground. Her right eye was forced closed by the blood dripping into it. The last, very few words that he said felt like he had just taken another swing at her. "Then why don't you just kill this pitiful mess that is myself? Get it over with already!" she screamed at him as he was padding off.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 20:38:53 GMT -5
Orion blinked when she changed her mind about tagging along. "So be it, Shatter," he meowed as he turned his gaze to Breeze. He was sort of glad that he was hunting with Breeze. Although he certainly wasn't close with her, she was really the only one he had spoken a lot with. The tom nodded at her as she began leading the way out of the makeshift den. It didn't take more than a few steps before he paused. He heard the faint voice of Shatter asking if anyone wanted to go with her. Returning his gaze to Breeze, he offered a small shrug. It didn't really matter to him what they did. Exploring or hunting were both fine with him.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 20:31:57 GMT -5
Smallstep winced a tiny bit at how he referred to her as a prisoner. "Yes, unfair to your clan, which so obviously has the disadvantage here," she replied, her tone suddenly filled with bitter coldness. "I'm sorry. I forgot how high and mighty you and every other cat in Duskclan are." As much as she had hoped not to revert back to her old, short-tempered self, it had happened. It was bound to eventually. Yet, something felt off. She felt as though her sudden anger was brought on to hide something else. Perhaps his response to her opening up had made her not want to ever open up to anyone again. To ever see her hurting again. It was easier to mask the pain with anger. Besides, she wouldn't be seen as weak or a doormat to the others. Her eyes locked onto his as he continued. If his little speech was meant to make her feel better, it certainly didn't. "Make the best of my situation? That's easy for you to say! You aren't the one trapped here and forced to drag your broken and tired body out there each day and do work, work, and even more work!" she retorted with a hiss. She didn't attempt to keep her voice quiet, letting it become louder and louder with each reply. It didn't matter if one of the other cats heard anymore to her. In fact, she hoped that someone heard. Just so Mudwhisker could be shamed by the rest of his clan for sneaking in to speak to her. For him to feel what she felt. A small chuckle escaped her at his mention of needing to be happy for them. "Why should I have to force myself to be happy for them when they let me sit and rot here?" A hint of complete hatred and bitterness edged this question.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 19:45:15 GMT -5
Smallstep didn't speak, allowing the silence to engulf them until Mudwhisker spoke. To her disappointment, he didn't have much to comment on the situation. She offered a small chuckle at him saying she was a good warrior. "Obviously not good enough to be worth their time and resources to rescue," she mumbled, more to herself than to Mudwhisker. Just then her fear of Frostcloud being right about him grew. Even a fool could see that he was likely just saying that to make her feel better. After all, what use would a prisoner be labor wise if she were caught up in her doubts? With a sigh, she broke the gaze that she held with the tom. Should she mention what else Frostcloud had said? About him and her? No. That would only make things worse. Uncertainty clouded her eyes as she returned to her thoughts. Although her thoughts were her own and completely silent to others, they were louder than thunder to her.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 19:28:10 GMT -5
Orion got an odd expression on his face. It wasn't that he didn't want to hunt with everyone. He simply wasn't used to having so many hunting partners. Before being thrown into the ocean he had lived a solitary life. "How about Breeze and uhh." He paused to look at the small tortoiseshell cat. "I apologize, but I do not know your name," he meowed, lowering his ears a bit. It seemed rude that he hadn't bothered to ask the names of everyone else. "I'm Orion, for any of you that didn't know," he added with a small nod to introduce himself.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 17:30:12 GMT -5
Orion flicked one of his ears at the faint, yet sudden sound of movement. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, his gaze landing on Domino. He gave a small nod to the other tom. The others were, for the most part, still sound asleep. It wouldn't be long before they would have to be woken up if they didn't get up themselves. There was simply too much to get done for them to be sleeping the day away. His eyes scanned the various nests that were scattered about. Perhaps he could get an early start on something before they woke. The tom returned his gaze to Domino. "Fancy an early morning hunt?" he questioned with a tilt of his head. Judging by how the other tom closed his eyes again, he assumed the answer would be no. Still, it didn't hurt to invite him if he wanted to come.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 17:23:01 GMT -5
Smallstep lifted her head off of her paws when Mudwhisker entered the den. She flicked her tail a few times, staring at him. Don't stall. She hesitated for a moment, considering just making up a lie. Don't be silly. He didn't say that to seem pushy. He's just worried about getting caught. It didn't take her long to take notice of his nervousness now. "Right," she murmured rather quietly. The warrior cast a wary glance just beyond the tom. Was she really about to confess to her worries? Well, it wasn't like this would be the first time that he saw her down. Perhaps she would reach her lowest in his eyes if she went through with telling him. She fixed his gaze back on Mudwhisker and gave a small nod. The nod was more reassurance for herself. "Earlier, Frostcloud asked, or rather ordered, to speak with me. She uh," her words trailed off for a moment as she carefully thought of her words. "She said some things." An uncertain feeling washed over Smallstep. "Long story short, she said that there had been no signs of Oakclan. None whatsoever." Her gaze drifted away towards the den wall to her right. "She said that they weren't coming for me. That they didn't want me back." A heavy sigh escaped her as she lowered her ears a bit. "What if she's right?" she asked, returning her gaze to Mudwhisker.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 7:41:03 GMT -5
Smallstep had only left her den once the rest of the day. It was only briefly to grab a small mouse from the fresh-kill pile. The leftovers had been scattered to the opposite side of the den from where she now laid. Her tail was curled tightly along her hind leg and small body. Should she be worrying as much as she was? Every now and then she had cast a glance out of her den. Each time the sun slowly got lower and lower. Eventually night fell, and she held herself back from peering out of the den into the clearing. By now she had a rough idea of what she would say. For now she would not mention what Frostcloud had said about him. Sometimes Mudwhisker was still a tad bit iffy with her. She figured if she brought up the topic, she was kicking up the dirt right in his face. Her silent rehearsal of what she said was interrupted by her name being called. A small spark of hope ignited as she recognized the voice of the deputy. "I'm here," she replied in a low voice.
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Post by Kittensmew on Mar 6, 2018 0:15:51 GMT -5
Smallstep slumped down against the back wall of her den. She stifled a small sigh as she scooted her way into the side engulfed in shadows. Her display of rage had only been an illusion. Hoping that Mudwhisker gathered that, she stared at nothing in particular. She battled with herself on whether or not Frostcloud was right. For some reason, her mind focused more on what she said about the deputy now. She went back and forth with herself. On one paw he did this for her, but on the other paw he had done this or that. Tonight I suppose I'll really see, she told herself. If he didn't show up at her den, she would know the truth. Some small part of her couldn't help but hope that he did show up. Yet, what would she say if he did? Blab to him about how he should pity her? No. How about revealing what Frostcloud said about him just being nice to her? Even if it were true, she didn't want to stir up trouble between the two cats. It was clear that Mudwhisker felt something for Frostcloud. Although she could have her moments with her temper, she refused to stoop to the low level that most of the Duskclan cats were currently on.
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