Someone To Protect (Open, She-Cat Needed)

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    He had finally found one, a home, a place where he belonged. Adventure, excitement, everything he had ever dreamed of...


    Except family.


    Rushstep missed his brothers, but more than missing his brothers, he missed protecting them. It had been a major goal of his in life to keep them both safe from harm, and now, well, he didn't have that. Sure, he could pour his entire life into the wellbeing of the clan, and he planned to, but there was something else missing.


    He just didn't know what. He had spent countless sleepless nights lying there, just thinking, thinking about what he was missing.


    But, he didn't have time for that stuff! The black tom physically laughed out loud as he shoved the thoughts from his head. "It doesn't matter. I'm perfectly happy here." He swished his tail around and trotted happily through the plains of Windclan's territory.


    He, of course, was lying to himself.

    Fleck, a lone she-cat, was resting in WindClan's plains. She had a long-haired white pelt with light gray flecks. She had one green eye, and one amber eye. She had a hole in her ear, with a tag attached that said "00175, Female". She had been an escapee from the pound, adn now was living a care-free life. She was stirred awake as Rushstep trotted over to where she as, and her green eye opened, then her amber eye. Her head lifted and she yawned, not noticing Rushstep.

    Rushstep paid no mind to the two, that is, until he noticed the unusual scent coming from the white one. "Hmph. You're not from Windclan, are you?" He grumbled, sitting down and crossing his right paw over his left.


    His head was raised in a defiant look of pride and superiority. He wasn't about to let these cats in on what he was thinking, or let them take advantage of him. "Well?" The impatient cat asked. "I'm right, yes? What are you doing here?"


    The tom's tail lashed back and forth as he awaited a reply. It was obvious that he had someplace to be, or if he didn't, he really didn't want to sit and chat.

    Fleck meowed, "No, I'm not from WindClan. Well yes, But I haven't really been there that long. I was, as a kit, but the pound caught me. I escaped two moons ago. I'm hoping the leader'll take me back in. My name used to be Snowkit, But now my name is Fleck, because that's just what cat's have been callin' me. Aren't you Rushkit? You must be a warrior, now though. Bet you have a cool name, Like Rushstep or something. Am i right?"

    "... What?" Rushstep's eyebrow popped, and he narrowed his eyes. "You mean somecat already has my name? Gah! I thought I had this one in the bag!" He growled to himself. "Yeah, I don't know you. Never seen you before. So, it's up to the leader, I guess." He shrugged.


    His claws dug into the soft soil as he absentmindedly scratched a gash in the earth. "Yes, the name's Rushstep, and nice to meet you... Fleck." He shook his head to clear his face of the tuft of fur that always seemed to find its way into his eyes.



    Yawning, he stretched himself out from his front claws to the tip of his tail, his sleek fur shining in the light. Even though dust had settled itself on him, his coat never lost that glossy shine. He noticed this. "Hmph. Zeps would kill to have fur like mi-" He stopped himself and shook his head.



    "Well, care to join me on my walk?" Rushstep casually extended an invitation to both she cats.



    (( Sorry about the wonky spacing between paragraphs, it's my computer. -.-* ))

    OOC: S'cool.


    IC:


    Fleck snorted, "Well I know you. Still the same cat, I see. I'll go on a walk." The flecked she-cat got up, strectching. She stood up tall, eyes calm. She meowed casually, "So, What's happened in WindClan?"

    Rushstep blinked, eyes narrowing. "What makes you think that I'll tell you?" He rolled his eyes, paws stamping some grass down as he glanced at his feet. "I don't remember you, so..." He trailed off. "Well, we'll see. Maybe talk to some others, see if they remember you enough to trust you."


    The black tom began to trot across the plain, glancing back to see if she was coming. "Nothing personal." He called. "I just don't quite believe you yet." He twitched his tail, as to casually dismiss the situation. "You coming?"

    She grinned, "Of course." The she-cat trotted after him. "I do have a sister. Her name was Sparrowkit last time i saw her."She mewed while walking.

    "Hmph." Grumbled Rushstep. "I still don't believe you, but I don't see this as a reason we can't be friends." He flicked his tail towards her, his pace rather quick, but he didn't seem like he was in a hurry.



    "So, like I said earlier, I'm Rushstep." The tom continued, casually trotting around in a circle before continuing on his previous path.

    Rushstep raised an eyebrow, but continued walking. "So, you were captured or something, huh?" He stretched out, yawning. "As a kit? How do you even remember this place? What was it like?" He asked constant questions to satisfy his curiosity.

    She meowed, "Well, yeah. I was captured. I remember it because....I just do. The pound was horrible. And they put me in this place called The Lab, and now, i can do this!" She suddenly focused hard, and then made it rain. Then she made it stop raining. She shuddered, "I hate it."

    Rose, a lilac tabby, rolled her emerald orbs in distaste. "What a curse. You can control weather -- how horrid. I bet your life just sucks because somehow having the power to change the world around us... is bad? Should I be sympathetic? Really, Mary-Sue. Tone down your Mary-Sueishness." She scoffed, glancing at the tom in hopes of his agreement. She continued to watch the cat do unrealstic and impossible things, promptly dampening her pelt. The feline's pelt was a soft white with ginger and brown patches -- the orginal calico.


    "S'kay, edging off the topic of your terrible, terrible, poor damn life, I'm Rose. Who're you?" Her question was aimed towards the tom. She disliked the SheCat -- too perfect. Too unflawed. Bah.

    (( Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Ohmygod. When I saw that, I laughed out loud. That was just... the most amazing post that I've ever seen. ))


    Rushstep's head snapped up and he glanced at the newcomer, ignoring the rain powers. "Hey. I'm Rushstep." He stated, trotting over to greet her. "I have no idea what that was about. Coincidence, I'll bet. I did see some clouds earlier."


    He yawned and stretched out. "Care to join us on the walk?"

    Rose smiled politely. "Why, I would simply love that, Rushstep." The name sounded nice on her tongue -- rolling off like a stream rolls around the bend. She chuckled at his idea about the rain. "Yes, most likely." She agreed. The calico let her emerald orbs trail to the tom, lingering on his broad shoulders. Quite handsome, she noticed, as she was one to notice such a thing. If she were a character from My Little Pony, she would be a firm mixture of Rainbow Dash and Rarity.


    Minus the magical powers. Those were apprently reserved for whats-her-face-shecat.


    [Thank you, I do try xD]

    OOC: Okay, That post made me REALLY ANGRY. REEEAAAALLLYY ANNNGGRRRYYY. You're lucky I'm not sending my 1,000 rabid wolves after rose. And Salt IS flawed. Her fatal flaw is she's too proud.




    IC: Salt's pelt twitched and she huffed, "Hey! For your information, I have NO IDEA who Mary Sue is, And i have a name. It's Salt. I'd appreciate if you would be kinder to me. You're acting just like that cat in those old Legends, Longtail, when he taunted that cat Firestar when he first came to the clan and abandoned his life as a kittypet. Now, to have a proper greeting, Hello, I'm Salt, Nice to meet you Rose."

    Rose promptly ignored Pepper or whatever her name is, continuing to wait for a response from the tom. She refused to get angry with her idiotic behavior.

    Salt frowned, "Hey, I don't mind being friends with you. But hey, A good warrior must make friends whenever she or he can. I think that you must be a very nice she-cat."


    OOC: Okay, i calmed down. Sorry about that.....