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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 11, 2008 2:29:38 GMT -5
Small & gentle paws like her mother walked slowly through the twoleg houses. She was very careful to not awake one.
Being born to a normal family, a bit small you might say: Her mother is Embersky, her father was the great Timeshadow. And her brother is Moonkit. She quickly got sick, only a moon into her life or so. She had to be moved to the med. cat den, and she wasn't let out for another 5 moons. She lived by herself mainly, her mother & brother staying away from her, thinking they might catch what she had. Though they didn't. It was a disease, and then Mistykit was never to be a warrior. She had weak bones, and they hurt at every fast movement. She didn't like herbs, and was allergic. Her mother was strict, so her only friend was her brother, Moonkit.
Now that Moonkit hurt her and disappeared, Mistykit decided to be a loner, a rogue. Perhaps she would be a kittypet, but that was too dishonorable. She re-named herself Misty, and was apprentice age.
She had heard of a kittypet spy, named Cheetor. She knew the rogues would be tough on her, and knew that this so called kittypet wouldn't harm her. She knew she needed payment, so she would try to hunt.
She carefully prowled in the forest, and caught a mouse. It was all she could do without killing herself. She grabbed the mouse and padded towards Cheetor's nest. She stopped, and threw the mouse on the ground. "Cheetor?..." She mewed softly. "Cheetor!" She yowled.
OOC:Ok- So I didn't make a new kitty...lol! I used my dear Mistykit, so here you are=)
They don't have to be mates, and she just wants a poor friend, and food. lol!
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Feb 11, 2008 2:40:22 GMT -5
Cheetor was, predictably, on his favorite sunning rock. His ears perked up when he heard a voice in the woods. He got up, and leapt onto a fence post. There, he saw a young clan-cat, Windclan by the looks of it. "Well, well. Is Windclan desparate enough to cross the border? Seriously. You're so far across, yoou won't have any excuse if they catch you." Spying the mouse, he meowed, "What do ya want to know?"
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Post by Embersky on Feb 11, 2008 18:37:54 GMT -5
ooc: Embersky's gonna like...kill herself!
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 12, 2008 1:05:44 GMT -5
OOC:Sad, eh? well, it's just a HUGE twist!
Misty looked where Cheetor was looking; He was looking at the mouse. She picked it up and threw it closer to him. "I need info on a place to stay that doesn't require going fast, and where another cat could help me...I'm no longer of my clan" She gave a small nod.
OOC:Is Cheetor going to offer Misty to stay with him? That would be funny...
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Feb 12, 2008 2:11:28 GMT -5
Cheetor caught the mouse in mid-air, catching it in his mouth, then tossing it back over into his garden. A huge hunting dog came out, barking and howling. "Here! Gaurd this, would' ja?" Cheetor yowled over the dogs barking. The dog caught it, and dropped it on the ground. "Don't mind Wesley, he doesn't harm cats. I taught him that way. Anyways, I heard there might be some cats livin in that old twoleg barn on the other side of Windclan territory; but if you want a place now your only oppsition is to become a kittypet, or hope for a stroke of luck and find a loner or rouge that's willing to take you in. Either ways, they all have their pros and cons, so ya might wanna weigh them out." There was a claning sound, like metal on wood coming from inside the twoleg nest, "Oh-no. Not today, cause I got mouse. Yo! Wes! Toss it up here, would'ja?" The dog barked, and picked up the mouse, then tossed it up to Cheetor, who skillfully caught it. He was about to jump off the fence, but stopped, then said, "Listen, kid. You obviously won't be able to travel all the way to the barn from here, and I doubt youll want to be hop'n lotsa fences today either. My twolegs are nice. Instead of hurt'n yourself, why don't you stay the night here? Ya know; till your ready to move out."
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 13, 2008 2:50:21 GMT -5
Misty jumped back into a fighting pose and flattened her ears. Then as she heard Cheetor's words, she walked back, but hesitantly. She didn't quite trust the very not kittypet, but it would have to do. "Umm...Alright...But won't they reject me? I'm all filthy compared to a kittypet" She knew though, that she wouldn't be able to be hop'n fences, as Cheetor said. She would play it by ear.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Feb 13, 2008 16:38:15 GMT -5
"Oh don't worry 'bout that. The male twoleg is always filthy when he comes back from hunting with Wes, so their use to a little grime. Besides, you don't look that bad." A female twoleg called again, banging a food dish with a wooden stick. Cheetor sighed, "Hey Wes, you can have my kittypet food." Wes's ears perked up, and he then promtly went to the twoleg, reared up on his hind legs, then brought his paws down on the dish she was holding, spilling it. Cheetpr purred. "Ata boy, Wes!"
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 14, 2008 1:00:51 GMT -5
Misty flicked her ear back slightly and winced as she saw Wes. "Erm...alright...I know your name, Cheetor. Just call me Misty, k?" She said. Then she looked at Cheetor,then at the female twoleg. She jumped over the fence and winced from the pain, then continued on towards the house. She gave a meow.
OOC:I'll let you powerplay the humans & Wes.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Feb 14, 2008 16:35:20 GMT -5
OOC: Okay.
Cheetor saw Misty eyeing the old hunting dog, and quickly meowed, "Its okay. Wes doesn't hurt cats, and he especially won't hurt you. You're with me. Anyway, I taught him how to speak a little cat, and I can speak dog and fox, so don't worry about any miscommunications." Just then, Wes finished the cat food, and went over to the fence. He sniffed at Cheetor, then at Misty. His ears perked up at the new smell, and sniffed even more excitedly at her. "No. Wes, quit that." Cheetor said firmly. Wes's ears drooped, but then reared up on his hind legs, and put his paws on the top of the fence. Cheetor stepped on th old dog's head, and Wes lowered him down. Cheetor looked up at Misty and smiled, "Like having your own mount, eh? Don't worry, he's very obediant." Wes then reared up on his hindlegs again, this time for Misty.
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 15, 2008 3:18:39 GMT -5
Misty went into direct fighting pose, then relaxed, once again. "No thank you...I can get down myself. Um, thank you, Wes" She meowed, in a bit of a worried tone. She jumped down and winced slightly, but kept her pride. She walked cautisly towards the twoleg, and sat down, staring at it. "It's so fur-less...How does it live?" She whispered to Cheetor.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on Feb 15, 2008 11:25:15 GMT -5
"Its kinda funny, really." He replied, "They don't have any pelts of their owm, so they steal them from other animals. They come in all different colors too, like green, or blue, or even purple! But the funniest thing is- they always get tired of their pelts, so they put the in a big swirly-thing, and they get another from a whole den-full of them!" The female twoleg them spotted Misty, and said something is a soft voice. Then she went into the house, and brought out a piece of thin meat that didn't even look natural. "Ooo. Lucky. She's giving you honey-baked ham. Try it; if ou do, then she'll know that you're friendly, and she'll let you stay."
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Post by Sheerpath on Feb 15, 2008 15:43:10 GMT -5
OOC:Hm...a cat Wes and a doggy Wes...pretty neat but what happened to Moonkit? And what would Timekit think about all this?!
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Post by Embersky on Feb 15, 2008 19:00:45 GMT -5
ooc: idk hes probably disgusted
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 16, 2008 3:34:42 GMT -5
Misty yanked back as she saw the weird thing. "It's not edible!" She then had a flash back. The way Timekit had looked at her-It made her heart beat wildly. I'll do it so I can be strong enough to find Timekit, and Moonkit. She poked the meat,and ate it. She slightly winced. She then looked back at Cheetor. "One night only."
OOC:lol!
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Post by Sheerpath on Feb 16, 2008 10:52:29 GMT -5
OOC:Ohhh yeah! Since Timey is back-even though in a younger form of himself- he would be completely disgusted, but no one can blame poor Misty, she doesn't have the warrior skills to live on her own, at least not yet
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