Curi[o]sity killed the cat || Kitten on border??

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    She shivered as she kept walking and walking, every step hurt, every limb was sore. Her throat felt dry and raw, as if someone had come and clawed it while she was sleeping.


    Valentine, a four moon old kitten who was half the size of what she should have been, was walking through Scarclan territory. Of course, she didn't know any better. Blood dripped from her pitch black fur with every step she took, her bloodshot ice blue eyes ached with pain as she was just about ready to give up.

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    tomcat ⋆ loner ⋆ extremely hard ⋆ no kill, all kinds of injury allowed, capture with permission ⋆ ability to absorb spirits, multiple possessions, super senses, and the sight


    the fairly young-looking leucistic tomcat had wandered back into the territory for a bit of "freedom" so to say; not quite used to the confined spaces of a clan. it was when he was walking along the tall grass of the terrain when he almost tripped over Valentine. sure he was missing his left front leg, but he still had good enough balance that he caught himself before falling onto her. golden eyes looking down at the kitten, he waited for her to notice him. "what are you doing on ScarClan territory?" he questioned her in a monotonous voice before his super sense of smell caught wind of the blood that expelled itself from her body.


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    Valentine nearly had a heart attack as she felt something touch her, immediately, she spun around to see a tom staring at her. "Uh--I..." She didn't know how respond, what would she say? And what was Scarclan? Questions filled her mind and she shook her head to clear her mind. "What's Scarclan?" she squeaked, the little kit felt idiotic and weak next to the tom who seemed to be strong and well fed. She became to feel light headed as strength vanquished from her body.

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    tomcat ⋆ loner ⋆ extremely hard ⋆ no kill, all kinds of injury allowed, capture with permission ⋆ ability to absorb spirits, multiple possessions, super senses, and the sight


    "ScarClan is a clan of cats not too far off from where you are at; they live in a large castle, and I am part of their population," he responded to her, bending down to her eye level. "rest, child, if you move anymore you'll end up losing more of your blood." he stretched out a sharp claw and poked her with it in order to make her sit down and rest.


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    Valentine flinched as the tom's claw touched her chest, she sat down on reflex, as if it were a command. "S-sorry, I didn't know." She stuttered. The weak kitten knew deep inside that they would make her leave at some point, and tried to bind up the strength to keep herself alive for yet another journey.


    "So, y-you cats live together?" Valentine asked, her eyes flickered with interest, she had never heard of such a thing.

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    How strange; he stared at the pair of strangers through dark eyes, straining to remember if he'd seen them before. The young tomcat, straining to see their facial features, used his limited clairvoyance, but found that he was too inexperienced to identify them. He'd just have to approach them.
    Now, Cecil was merely exiting kithood; he wasn't big nor strong, nor extremely cunning or a trained guard, but if he puffed up his chest, maybe he'd look intimidating enough. "Who are you?" He called out from his place among the flaxen bushes, stammering in the slightest.
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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
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    Valentine jumped up with surprise, nearly falling into the cat she was already talking too. "I-I am Valentine." She said, her voice shaking with nervousness. What would he do? Kill? Torture? She shivered with anxiety as she bargained her chances of living, which were zero. She looked down at her paws until she realized she was completely vulnerable, dripping blood, tiny, hungry. This was a big mess she has gotten herself into. She decided to take her chances and act bold--something she was the complete opposite of, "D-do you live in um, Scarclan?" She asked, her throat burned with pain. Her body fidgeted as she looked up at the tom.

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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
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    tomcat ⋆ loner ⋆ extremely hard ⋆ no kill, all kinds of injury allowed, capture with permission ⋆ ability to absorb spirits, multiple possessions, super senses, and the sight


    "take a closer look, kid," Lord Sesshōmaru stated as Cecil appeared out of the undergrowth and started interrogating the kitten. "she's injured, blood reek from her body, and god . . . it's making my senses become overwhelmed. you need to do something with her before the stench of the blood gets any worse."


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    The small kitten looked at the older tom she had talked to first, she didn't know how to mask the scent of blood that was beginning to dry on her fur, if she did--she would. She wouldn't want to draw anymore attention then she already has.


    Valentine looked at the other tom strangely and squinted her eyes. How had he felt her emotions? "It was an accident, I didn't know of any Scarclan before I ran into you both." she bowed her head, "I am truly sorry." she said quietly before looking up. The two cats she had met were both nice--really nice. The small kitten knew it would be merely in impossible, but, do they accept strangers into this Scarclan? Curiosity filled her head, until she decided to ask, what was it? Oh yes, a citizen. "Mind me asking, b-but do you mind telling me what a citizen is? You know, w-what you are." Valentine asked, turning her head to the side.

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    tomcat ⋆ loner ⋆ extremely hard ⋆ no kill, all kinds of injury allowed, capture with permission ⋆ ability to absorb spirits, multiple possessions, super senses, and the sight


    dammit he was showing emotions, something he wasn't used to doing; he should stop that before someone found them as his weakness. so, shutting down his emotions as quickly as possible, the white tomcat looked back down at Valentine. his eye were once more in their cold, emotionless appearance, his voice was monotonous again. "a citizen is a legally recognized subject or national of a state or commonwealth, either native or naturalized," he responded to her.


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    Hope filled Valentine 's eyes, they do! They really do accept the unknown into there clan. What friendly people. Before she could think of something mature and stable to say, she blurted out with excitement "Can I join?" Her eyes locked on the tom's, this could be the answer of a lifetime. Again, her body started to shake, but not with fear this time, with anticipation. The tiny kitten realized that she was on a dangerous degree stupidity and pipe dreaming. As if they would accept her? Really? As if. If this Scarclan really did accept foreigners, they would want strong, worthy ones. Not weak, bloody, small ones. She would never be invited into such a place--this was like wonderland, even if you were experiencing something so amazing, no one would believe you. And you would eventually have to leave. Valentine sighed as the hard truth of reality hit her, but still awaited the tom's reply.

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    tomcat ⋆ loner ⋆ extremely hard ⋆ no kill, all kinds of injury allowed, capture with permission ⋆ ability to absorb spirits, multiple possessions, super senses, and the sight


    "I don't know, I'd have to go get a higher ranked cat in order for you to be able to join, and we still have to patch up that wound of yours," the tomcat responded, looking up at Cecil in hopes of help from him. "do you mind getting cobwebs for her and wrapping it around the wound on her while I go get a higher ranked animal?"


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    [//rushed]
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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
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    Valentine nodded, "O-okay!" she hiccuped, excited one again. She hoped that there 'higher positions' would be as nice as they were. But the bloody kit knew that she had to keep her thoughts at prospective, if they did decline her--which was very likely and to be expected, she would thank them and move on. Nothing left to it. She would once again have to just find another place to live. Weather it'd be in a forest, the countryside, or just the middle of nowhere. But she had to hope, who knows? Maybe she would live in a castle.


    She turned to the younger tom and shook her head, "'It's okay," she continued. "No need to waste your goods on me, it's really not that bad." Valentine looked at the wound and gave it a few licks. Even though it was soaring with pain, she wouldn't show weakness to them. And she surely would not want there 'healers' to waste all of there cobwebs on her. That would just be selfish.

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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
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    Valentine looked at the tom and let him put the cobwebs on her chest. "Th-hanks...That's very kind of y-you." She said, smiling for the first time in--well, forever. "Where should I meet the high positions?" She asked, looking at the tom seriously now. "I-I don't really know what to say them. She looked down at her paws.

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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
    [/fancypost]

    Valentine's eyes widened, her wound felt better, a lot better. "Thank you for the cobwebs. She said, gesturing to the sticky substance that soaked up the blood on her chest. H-how do the high positions know I'm here? She asked, curiosity drowning her yet again. She shook all of the thoughts out of her head and began to focus on a bird chirping nearby. She then realized that she didn't know something-something quite important. She then found bravery--or what she thought was bravery to finally ask, "Um, sir, What is uh, your name?" she asked, becoming shy again.

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    [//rushed]
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    [Kitten; 5 moons]
    [ScarClan]
    [HPR]


    relations

    [Moderate difficulty]
    [The Sight]
    [No kill, no capture, no maiming]
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