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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 15:12:23 GMT -5
Staring down at a back pebble Blazepath hit it with his left paw like a kit. He wanted for someone to need him to go on a patrol but everyone seemed to mind themselves. The simple joy he got from hitting the pebble was better then the endless silence that seem to fill the camp.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 17, 2009 15:23:22 GMT -5
Speckledfang walked dryly past Blazepath with a scoff at his kit-like nature. "Gotta be tough, teach that pebble a lesson." She said, grabbing it between her teeth and crunching it into small black dust. She nodded with emotionless satisfaction. Emotionless was the only way to live in such a camp. "I think it'd be good to hunt." She said even more emotionlessly, brushing past Blazepath and leaving the camp. If he followed he followed, that was all it was to Speckledfang.
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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 15:29:34 GMT -5
looking at speckedfang, blazepath jumped up and walked after her. The sound of her voice was so dead that he had to cheer her up. Running to her side he whisper in her ear "Where we going?".
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 17, 2009 15:43:54 GMT -5
"Hunting." Speckledfang replied deadly, quickly padding away from the over-enthusiastic tom. He was going to get on her nerves if he kept that up. Speckledfang shot off after a small mouse, but it quickly vanished into the snow. Grey clouds ahead dimly lit the world and Speckledfang hissed unhappily. She hadn't eaten for sunrises, when would she get some decent food?
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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 15:57:12 GMT -5
The sight of the mouse running away from where speckledfang once tried to catch it. It was small and scared scattering to a nearby space to crawl into. Getting into a hunting crouch the snow didnt help with my pelt. Shooting out in a feirce sprint toward it the small mouse didnt have time to run, it was dead. grabbing the tail in his mouth Blazepath walked over to the she-cat who was trying to look for other prey. "Small, huh" he said dropping it to the ground and burying it.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 17, 2009 16:03:35 GMT -5
"I don't want to be in the fray over that thing." Speckledfang said, digging it up and gobbling it down before Blazepath had a chance to protest. Licking her lips, she did not even meet his gaze with her emotionless eyes. "Keep up." She said, walking a much brisker pace than before.
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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 16:12:15 GMT -5
Jogging along her side Blazepath knew he could keep up but the smell of something kept drifting into his nose, it was speckledfang scent. His eyes keep to keep infront him refusing to look around. The smell of a bird came from nearby as it flew nearly close to the ground but it was already high in the air before he could get it. I need to get the next peice of prey he thought to himself once again staring infront of him
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 17, 2009 16:30:25 GMT -5
[[Just to let you know they won't catching anything else because of the weather]]
Speckledfang was getting annoyed by the fact that Blazepath kept trailing her. It was like he was strapped to her tail but a long string, and couldn't help it. She wanted to turn around and claw his ears for it, but thought better of ehrself. Whisper would disapprove. Eventually she realized he wasn't about to let her alone. "Why do you insist on following me everywhere?"
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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 16:38:05 GMT -5
"Sorry" Blazepath said in a husky voice stopping where he was. He turned toward where he seen the bird and walked that way leaving speckledfang alone. He loved being with other cats, loneliness wasn't something he liked. Snow blocked out anything that might be around but he still tried harder then ever. the ground began to dip and before Blazepath could stop himself he fell into a hole of snow. "great" he mumbled to himself
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 17, 2009 16:58:35 GMT -5
Speckledfang found herself traveling sure-footed to the place she had visited several moons ago as a kit. She saw familiar eyes watching her, but as she crouched to attack they were gone. Flickkit or Twitchkit or something like. Whatever his name, he was unimportant. Speckledfang shook her head, padding back to go to camp.
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Post by mkgb on Apr 17, 2009 17:07:15 GMT -5
As blazepath shook off thick snow from his pelt he realize there nothing out but him and that he was mouse brain to be hunt when nothing was to hunt. looking around one last time, he walked back the way he went and realized speckledfang scent went back to camp but he didnt feel like following it. His paws started running, where he didn't know but he flew across the white ground. His muscles tighten as he sprang at a pile of rocks his claws scrapping it lightly leaving light marks. Alone he was now but can't be forever, Can it?
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Post by mkgb on Apr 19, 2009 17:18:49 GMT -5
Walking out of camp again the sun was nowhere in the sky and the feel of snow was a sure thing. All prey hid in their homes deep under the snow, leaving nothing but hungry cats everywhere. Blazepath ribs were sticking out now. Food he thought hungryly Food. Just as he groaned slightly the noise of a dry dead leaf sounded from a small shrub. A small mouse sat there, moving it head wondering what had made the noise but it tiny body only spotted the bare branches. In one swift run and jump Balzepath had the small creature hanging from his mouth.
He wanted to bring it back maybe for a weaker cat but he remember how speckledfang didn't even care about others. "I caught it I should eat it" he accounced the himself biting into it. the rouges he lived with before always fed the weaker first but right now he could consider himself the weaker. the flavor washed in his mouth was like nothing he ever had before, was i that hungry the thought.
Blood like water bones like meat and the meat like the finest of any fresh kill. his hungry was finally gone for now so he walked on, his feet sinking in the snow hoping to find something unfound.
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