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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Feb 26, 2008 17:39:26 GMT -5
The tom moved almost unseen through the overgrown grass, the only visible part of him as his black tail flitting about. His paw steps were heavy on the earth, wet from the recent downpour. Soon his odd-eyes came upon a lone bare, lonely it looked and it seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The paint, once red, was peeling and beneath was tanned wood. The heavy-set tom picked up his pace slightly as the sun had begun setting and that meant night was nearing.
He literally squeezed through a small opening on the side of the barn. On the inside, it was warm and he smelled mice but there was also the scent of cats. Many cats had called this place a refuge at different times and now it was the refuge of Wolf, a lone and battle scarred cat...
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Mar 3, 2008 14:52:59 GMT -5
Singedpride looked around the corner into a warm, run down barn. The paint was peeling and the cross-beams looked about to crack from rot any second, but it was dry and that was all that mattered. Spotting movement over to one side, she saw a cat appear to her from the shadows. Great. A tom. Just the kinda luck I need right now. Shaking herself, she stalked into the barn, seemingly trying to ignore the tom on the other side of the barn.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Mar 5, 2008 19:35:03 GMT -5
Wolf, for that's truly what he was, turned his odd gaze to a she-cat that had just entered his new home. She seemed to be ignoring him. 'That hurts' he told himself silently before adding ' Almost.' What did he care his Whiteflower was gone, lost forever in the non-existent StarClan. Wolf, with his large mass of black fur, paced forward with a speed far slower than most.
"And you are...?" his odd-eyes took on a new and mysterious light, this she-cat intrigued him. That was all....
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Mar 9, 2008 19:25:24 GMT -5
Singedpride if you must know. And I have no interst whatsoever in anything you would have to say. Singedpride replied curtly. She didn't want to say anymore than she had to to this cat. It seems I am stuck in here though with you for the remainder of the night. yay. She drawled at him. so, since that is the case, I probably should know your name too, huh? Singedpride began licking her leg, drying herself, not really caring whether he answered her or not.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Mar 11, 2008 19:10:25 GMT -5
Wolf let a soft, quiet laugh-an uncharacteristic from a tom as large as he was. He remained quiet as the she-cat who called herself Singedpride, his ears flicked. It sounds like a Clan name he told himself but the Clans are gone he added more feircely.
"Well then if you don't care what I say" Wolf nodded, a coy grin spreading across his maw slowly "Then my name doesn't matter, does it?" It was rhetorical in all aspects. Singedpride had already affirmed this.
The large tom trotted to half pyramid of hay and lay down near it's edge. He tucked his fore paws under his chest and let his tail twitch about...
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Mar 18, 2008 13:44:09 GMT -5
I guess not, if that's how you feel. Singedpride replied anyway, just to be a bother. Listening once again as the still nameless tom began to bed down, she sat twitching the end of her tail looking around and trying to find the mouse she knew had to be hiding somewhere in the quiet barn. Yet the barn remained still as the storm raged outside the door.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Mar 19, 2008 10:22:16 GMT -5
Wolf chuckled softly but darkly. He shook his large black head in a negative manner from his spot in the hay.
"You wont find any mice til the storms passed" he stated in a matter-o-factly tone. His odd-eyes glinted sharply in the light the lightning cast off. As always, thunder followed and then lightning did. It put all things in the barn in an eerie half-light...
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Mar 19, 2008 15:34:17 GMT -5
Singedpride looked around. It looked like the tom was right. She could sure hear the mice, but she didn't see even a tail of one. They're all hiding from the thunder I suppose. She said, resting her head in her paws. It seemed like not a lot was going the way she had expected today. First she was caught in a storm with only a tom as company. Now there weren't even any mice. Well, are you going to tell me your name or not? She asked in a slightly lighter voice. It seemed if she were stuck here she wanted to know who she was stuck with. I can't be calling you 'that Tom' all the time now can I?
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Mar 19, 2008 21:49:09 GMT -5
That tom's smile look positively wicked in the intermittent half-light. He nodded agreeing with Singedpride wholeheartedly. 'A Clan-like name' he reminded himself but what good were the Clans after the fall of StarClan?
"Well you could if you wanted too he paused and let out a heavy sigh. "I am Wolf" he stated simply, an eerie gleam in his eyes. That's what he was. He was just a lone wolf howling at the moon...
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Mar 20, 2008 15:47:16 GMT -5
I guess, but Wolf is better. Singedpride was a bit unnerved by his expression, but decided it would be wise not to show it. Other than that, he seemed like an ok cat. For a tom She reminded herself thoughtfully. So, what brings you here to this barn? Headed anywhere special? Singedpride was new at this small talk thing, but she didn't like it so silent.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Mar 28, 2008 9:54:42 GMT -5
Wolf shook his head in a negative response. He could tell her, couldn't he? He'd only murdered a few cats in his own and quite a few in others, so that wasn't a reason not to tell Singedpride. Wolf found himself pacing the dilapidated barn and growling lowly in his throat. Faces flashed before his eyes: Whiteflower, Silverpaw, Badgerclaw, his mother, his father, cats with names he did not know. As the large tom paced, he spoke.
"What does it matter?!" he bellowed "All of them! They're all gone! What's to keep me from killing you? Nothing that's what! Gone, gone, gone, all gone...Do you know the cat's I've killed? The one's I've watched die? Whiteflower, my dear Whiteflower, was on the thunderpath when it happened! And Silverpaw, his mentor did him in! My parents, well what a happy couple they made, probably killed each other! Badgerclaw, he killed Silverpaw so I killed him!" Wolf's sides heaved as he turned his sharp gaze on the she-cat...
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Post by //The/Pendulum/Swings// on Apr 4, 2008 13:52:24 GMT -5
Singedpride looked at the tom through narrowed slits. Why are you telling me this? She asked, a bit taken aback that he would divulge his life to her so quickly. She ignored his treat, because she knew he would never have the nerve to act on his bluff. What do you plan to do to me, Wolf? She crooned at him mockingly, calling his obvious bluff. She licked a paw nonchalantly as she waited for his response. Singedpride admitted that she was semi interested, though she feigned disinterest. Strange it was to find a cat who admits their past so readily to a cat they'd barely met. Especially about killing another cat. So? You talking? Or was that a one time deal?
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Apr 5, 2008 10:29:03 GMT -5
Wolf winced inwardly but shook his head. With a surprising spped for a cat so large, Wolf bounded away from Singedpride and into the loft. He paced back and forth like some half-mad creature, muttering and mubling low. His head would ever so slightly change direction to look out the loft window or to glance momentarily down at Singedpride. 'When the storm is over' he told himself over and over agian, as if it would help...
((Sorry it's so short))
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