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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 1:23:25 GMT -5
The ginger and white she-cat let a "Hmmm" of thought. There wasn't much she could say to that, there wasn't much any could. 'It could've been worse' that pessimistic voice in the back of her reminded her ' He could've slit your throat.' She escaped that thought quickly and said nothing more on his past. As she spoke once, her voice had completely returned to normal, quiet and soft "So, what brings ya' here?" her tone was casual, which was highly unusual for her, but she also ignored that. She seemed to be ignoring a lot of things lately, but right now she was comfortable with these cats. The best part was is that she didn't know why either...
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Post by Hidden on Dec 16, 2007 1:27:46 GMT -5
((That last one was pretty good. The one before it was a bit short, but whatever. Baykit doesn't have much to say, so get ready for a really bad post.))
Baykit stepped forwards to stand beside Azy. Usually a conversation made more sense as it went along, but the more these two cats talked, the less he understood. And so she remained silent, watching Captain Blacksparrow. She had nodded when she was introduced and muttered a hello, but that couldn't be called a conversation. The black tom was confusing her; one moment he seemed to be flirting with Azy, the next he was angry, then sad, then telling his life's story. His sudden mood swings made Baykit nervous, so she stopped looking at him and instead stared at Azy, who seemed to be having an internal struggle.
Part of her wanted to just leave. Even she, with her rather lacking intelligence, was able to tell that she was surrounded by cats whose sanity was questionable. But where would she go? Facing the facts, she had no one anymore. Her father was dead, and she didn't know where her mother and sister were. Only when she had found company did she realize how much she hated being alone. And so she stared down at her paws, listening and waiting for the conversation to turn to a more pleasant topic or for someone to directly address her.
((That turned out better than I thought.))
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 1:42:17 GMT -5
She didn't wait for a reply from Blacksparrow, instead she turned to Baykit. She peered at the large grey kit with a growing curiousity, her dark green orbs rested on Baykit for a moment before she spoke "So where were we?" she asked with a slightly bemused expression on her maw "Ah, yes, my strange name. You know, I don't think my name's very strange at all. In fact my family's full of wieird names. My Dad was called Mandrake and my Mom was called Poppy. And if you think that's weird my brother's names were Gad and Zeev" she didd't mention Lily. She couldn't bare to say her sister's name, it hurt deep down inside. In a place Azy didn't know exsisted, in her heart. She closed her opaque stare and let her mind go back to memories of her and siter playing, as kits in the sun...
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Post by j a y d e . & on Dec 16, 2007 11:03:22 GMT -5
xx e n i g m a t i c The breeze coursed over another ruffled pelt, and rain pattered down at smoke-gray feet. Lightning lanced the sky in ragged patterns, lighting up the flaxen meadow with each passing moment. He stood strongly in the billowing wind, his tall form steady as the breeze pressed against him. The gray tabby sighed, flicking faint drizzle off of his ears. Crouched down in the grass, fur bristling in retaliation from the rain, fangs bared. He was placed behind the small black tom, only visible to the skinny little ginger tabby. Enigma almost looked like a panther, with his large body and bristling ebon stripes over his gray pelt. His lips curled over his mouth as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. Standing on long legs, he padded up behind the black tom, gray eyes cold in the daylight thundershower. He prodded the bony back of the tom with a forepaw. Why do you cry, kit? Enigma hissed, tail lashing slightly. A thundershower is nothing to cry over. He sighed raggedly, staring over his bent head to the ginger she-cat.
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Post by Hidden on Dec 16, 2007 18:00:27 GMT -5
"Poppy doesn't seem like a weird name," Baykit commented. "If you added something to the end of it, it would be like a Clan name." She realized that Azy probably didn't know what a Clan name was. "Are you from around here? Or have the Clans really been forgotten?" She had to raise her voice to make herself heard over the howling wind. She shook her head, trying to flick the water off of her face, but it was no use. "Why are we all standing here in the middle of a storm?" She stopped talking again as another cat approached.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 16, 2007 21:26:43 GMT -5
Azy didn't understand what she meant, at all. She cocked her head slightly, her dark stare was clouded and confused. "As to why we're standing in the middle of a storm, I haven't got the slightest idea" her inflection was sincere, she literally had no idea. She found she couldn't not answer Baykit's question to the Clans, as Azy herself did not know what exactly they were. Then she found that another had joined their group, it was darkly pelted tom. She skipped the introduction and inclined her white and ginger head slightly. The she decided to answer the grey kit's question, more or less so "No, I'm not from around here, not this place specifically anyway" she paused before adding "I don't know what the Clans are or were ..."
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Post by Hidden on Dec 20, 2007 17:58:16 GMT -5
"The Clans were..." Baykit paused to think. Now that she thought about it, she really didn't know much about the Clan she would've been a part of had they still existed. "I'm not really sure exactly what they were. Just that there were four Clans: MarshClan --that's the one I would've been in--, OceanClan, MountainClan, and, umm... ValleyClan. And they lived around here. I think this was MountainClan territory. And I remember they worshiped StarClan, which is where all their dead cats go. That's basically what they were. Oh, and kits had names like mine and their adults had names like Blacksparrow's."
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Mintleaf splashed loudly through a muddy puddle. Why she was here, she wasn't sure. It was similar to how she had been drawn to the old Fourtrees. She had nothing to do, so she had simply wandered where ever her legs carried her. The rain pounding on the muddy field made her deaf, and it was so thick she could barely see through it. Soon she would have to find shelter.
A voice reached her ears. Though it was soft, she could tell that it was raised over the storm. Once again, she almost left, then realized that she didn't know her way around MountainClan territory. Maybe whoever was talking would. Though she couldn't understand what it was saying, as she approached she made out the word "Clan." Maybe it was someone she knew.
Mintleaf trotted over to the group of cats, and realized too late that she did know that cat. She was only vaguely aware of the other cats there as she tried to be certain that it really was her daughter. The kit had her own gray pelt with an extra tinge of blue, Hiddenstream's blue eyes, and Abyssfang's strong build. Yes, this was definitely her.
Instead of greeting her daughter as most mothers would, she simply nodded at her with little emotion before turning to the rest of the cats. "Hello," she said bluntly. "I see you aren't at the gathering either."
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 20, 2007 19:30:23 GMT -5
The thought of Clans that held forest-dwelling cats was confusing slightly. Cats coming together and caring for each other just didn't seem right but then again how she was raised didn't seem very right either. The ginger-and-white she-cat shrugged the idea of these and Clans and what they were away from her at the approach of yet another cat. She sighed inwardly at this, how many of them stood here in the rain? 'Six...no seven...maybe it is six...' once again she lost her train of thought and came back to reality.
It was she-cat with mud on her paws and just as rain-soaked as the rest. She dipped her bi-colored head quickly but then returned it to it's position. "What gathering?" with every second that passed she became more and more confused, this was trouble for her...
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Post by Hidden on Dec 21, 2007 1:11:21 GMT -5
"Well, it's not really a gathering," Mintleaf answered, then remembered that this cat didn't know about the Clans. "The Gathering was when all four Clans joined in peace every full moon to share news. As long as the moon was visible, we couldn't fight each other. Now there are a bunch of cats gathered at Fourtrees. I'm not sure why though." She nodded in greeting. "By the way, I'm Mintleaf."
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Once more Baykit fell silent, staring with round eyes as she was ignored by her own mother. What had she ever done to make Mintleaf refuse to recognize that they were related? The side-eyed, innocent kit didn't have the ability to understand the concept of guilt; she had barely known her father, and therefore didn't know that he was something to be ashamed about.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Dec 21, 2007 21:06:39 GMT -5
While Mintleaf was speaking, Asphodel's dark green gaze fell to Baykit. The poor thing hadn't said anything in awhile now, 'What's wrong with her?' Azy fell back to reality with a rather hard thud as Mintleaf had stopped speaking. The ginger-and-white she-cat could only wonder why if these Clans were so great then what happened to them? "I'm Asphodel" she introduced herself in one quick breath. "What exactly happened to these Clans?" the question came out quickly. 'Oh, now you've done it!' she could've sworn it was her mother speaking. She knew better though, her mother was long gone...
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Post by Hidden on Dec 22, 2007 2:00:44 GMT -5
"Well," Mintleaf began, oblivious to the look on Asphodel's face. "See, when a cats died back then, they would go to StarClan if they were good and noble during their life. If not, then StarClan rejected them, and they had to remain in The Dark Forest. That's how it was back then, anyways. I'm not sure where cats go now." Realizing that she was rambling, Mintleaf decided to get back to her story. "Well, one day StarClan and The Dark Forest had a war. The sky was filled with shooting stars. And then they were all gone, except for a few. Dead after death. With no StarClan to guide them, the Clans broke apart." Her story over, she looked at Asphodel, noting out of the corner of her eye that her daughter still hadn't spoken to her.
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Post by Hidden on Jan 9, 2008 23:28:35 GMT -5
((Heeeyy! Reply!))
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Jan 25, 2008 20:26:37 GMT -5
((Took me long enough didn't it? Sorry! Two words: Research Paper))
Asphodel opened her mouth and then closed rather quickly. What could she say? It's not that she didn't understand this concept of StarClan and other things. She understood it all quite well but there really wasn't much to say. Her dark gaze wondered back toward Baykit.
'The poor thing' she told herself 'Whatever her problem may be.' The rain wasn't falling as hard but that still brought one question: what the hell were they doing standing out in the rain anyway?
"Well think it would be everybody's best interest if we went someplace a little bit more sheltered" here, she paused for a moment but didn't wait for a reply "Or perhaps dispersed and went toward our homes." She said the word homes very lightly. Sometimes homes turned into a tricky word or something that should not be said. That wasn't, she hoped, the case here...
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Post by Hidden on Jan 25, 2008 22:57:14 GMT -5
Mintleaf narrowed her eyes. "What home?" she said coldly. It wasn't a question, but a statement. Since the Clans had broken up, she had had no home. How could loners live like this, with no place to call their own? It just wasn't right.
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Baykit blinked. She knew Azy hadn't meant for anyone to get offended, but that was how it had turned out. Feeling herself flush slightly, she leaned over to the other she-kit and muttered, "Don't mind my mom. She's a bit touchy when it comes to her old Clan." Just then she realized her mistake, and bit into her fluffy tail to keep herself from saying any other stupid thing.
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Post by Time.Of.Dying. on Jan 27, 2008 14:43:53 GMT -5
'Mom?' Azy bit her tongue to keep from shouting the word. That was Baykit's mother? Slowly, the she-cat felt her mouth fall open, her jaw metephorcally hitting the ground. She blinked slowly with recognition and turned quickly to Mintleaf "Wherever home is"her voice was sharp and high as her breath quickened. How could Mintleaf treat her own kit like that? It was almost as if, to Mintleaf, Baykit wasn't really there with the small gathering. Why would any cat do that? For a moment it wasn't Mintleaf and Baykit she was looking at but her own parents and her brothers and sister...
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