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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 6, 2007 16:57:19 GMT -5
Paradise? Pah.
She couldn't exactly see much paradise oozing out over the long grassy turf of the Green Forest. So far she had caught nothing but a moldy old Bush baby that looked like it was going to die anyways and some strange undersized bird. Thorne of course, was not pleased. With her tail twitching irreparably and her eyes alight with pale fire she stalked silently through the shade the tree's allowed her, how and then tongues of golden light flickering over her back. It wasn't like she was dying of starvation though it would have been nice to snatch at least one edible looking thing around the place. So far, the paradise side of life certainly wasn't showing itself to Thorne. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 6, 2007 17:24:51 GMT -5
"Hmmm..."
Gator eyed the new loner. "Who're you?" he asked.
(Sorry, in a rush.)
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 6, 2007 18:01:37 GMT -5
Thorne whipped round and eyed the other loner, her eyes like two chips of flint. She groweld softly under her breath before sitting down and glaring at him. "Why should I tell you my good Sir" she sneered, voice dripping with venom. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 6, 2007 22:54:56 GMT -5
If Gator was offended, he showed no signs of it.
"Because the land around here is different," he said. "Here loners cannot truly be loners but be caught in the walls of Clan society although the pawsteps of Clan cats are not that of which we follow."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 6, 2007 23:02:12 GMT -5
After a sort paused Thorne finally gave up. Twitching one ear she met eyes very briefly with his; "My names Thorne, I belong to no Clan, who are you anyways.." she meowed giving him a small sniff she wrinkled up her nose. He didn't smell like the Clanners, more homely. Shrugging her shoulders she eyed him once more. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 6, 2007 23:06:41 GMT -5
"I am Gator, loner of these lands," he said. "Ex-BushClanner. I left their life..."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 6, 2007 23:44:56 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes for a moment before brightening up, Gator from Gator's Barn. She suddenly smiled and stepped forward. "Your the Loner of the Barn aren't you!" she purred, flicking her tail around herself. [/center] |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 6, 2007 23:48:28 GMT -5
"Yes I am," Gator purred. "I didn't know I was famous. It's just my little home, and possibly all loners' homes, as all loners are welcome at my barn."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 6, 2007 23:55:26 GMT -5
Thorne chuckled for what seemed the first time in moons, the rumbling sound soothed her throat and soon turned into a purr. Looking fairly happy she moved over and sat beside him. "I like it in your Barn, its nice and cosy once I caught this big Bush Baby just out side of it.." she trailed off slowly and blushed under her fur. "Sorry, I must sound like some giddy kitten" she meowed. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 6, 2007 23:57:25 GMT -5
"No, you don't," he said. "Most loners are carried away by the great royalties that it offers... sometimes it can be poison, leading most loners to surrender their adventurous life and became a cushy kittypet."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 7, 2007 0:03:08 GMT -5
Thorne nodded slowly, she hated the thought of ever becoming a cushy little Kittypet. She had heard of a tom who didn't exactly like Kittypets, he was a tom in ShadeClan she remembered. An young rather fat tom she had passed a few days earlier names Plush had been torn limb from limb when he had been caught. All he had wanted was to join the Clan. Thorne shook his head and licked daintily at one paw. Deciding that she could grow to like this tom. "I know.. did you hear about Plush?" she meowed not to bothered. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 7, 2007 0:19:27 GMT -5
"Killed by Atroxfire? Yes, my ears hear all," he said and nodded. "Loners carry events from the Clans and all over the world..."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 7, 2007 0:22:15 GMT -5
Thorne shuddered, "I wouldn't like to battle him, he's supposed to be nasty.. totally pyscho" she sneered. Shaking her pelt she looked up at the dark navy blue skies. "Do you mind if I stay at your Barn tonight Gator?" she meowed. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 7, 2007 9:08:38 GMT -5
"Not at all," Gator said. "There's plenty prey and space for all..."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 7, 2007 14:46:04 GMT -5
She smiled purring softly, "Thank you Gattor" she meowed stiffling a yawn. Soon seh got up and looked out into the forest. "Come on then" she mewed before setting off towards the barn.
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