I used to rule the world...

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  • "Hmm." Amberfang glanced around. "I think that we should head west, out of this Twoleg place. It's a bit scarce on prey, and those dogs will probably come back once they figure out that they can go OVER the cable to eat us."

  • Amberfang stood stunned for a moment. This cat who had wanted nothing to do with her had suddenly wanted to head toward Snowclan. Most loners she knew wanted nothing to do with the clans, let alone visit them. Recovering from her astonishment, Amberfang sped forward to catch up with the cat.


    "The clan lies in that mountain range up there." Amberfang mewed, tilting her head to the north. "It's a pretty dangerous area, but I guess everywhere is, huh."

  • Vivian turned to her. "Compared to where i grew up-" Vivian shook her head; not even bothering to finish the sentence. On her way down the street; she was hit by a rock. "OW!" she hissed. "Who threw that?" A small ginger tom sat on a fence; covering his mouth with his tail. Vivian's fur fluffed up.

  • Amberfang's eyes narrowed as she stared at the tom.


    "Why," she asked cooly, "do you feel compelled to hit my friend with a rock?"

  • Amberfang's tail bristled. She was really getting annoyed with this cat.


    "Look, we don't want to cause any trouble, we're just passing through to the clans. Now if you would kindly let us pass..."

  • "Wait! Your leaving?" he asked Vivian. The black she-cat nodded once. The small ginger tom brightened. "Whoo hoo! Yipee!" Vivian gave him a cold stare. "Ok. I will let you pass. The sooner you leave, the better."

  • Amberfang cocked her head in confusion but walked past the joyful tom. Jumping onto a brick wall that was partially shattered, she scanned the nearby area. Turning to Vivian, she started talking.


    "Right ahead is loner territory, but we'll be in the mountain area once we pass a large white rock shaped like a claw. By the way, what should I call you?"

  • "Vivian." said the black she-cat; her voice sounding bored. "So how long do you think it will take to get there?"


    OOC// Sorry. Vivian is not a friendly cat. :-[

  • "Well," Amberfang started, "It'll probably take til nightfall, but only if we hurry. We'll have to skirt around the loner lands a bit. it's a bit chaotic at the moment..."


    OOC: That's cool. It makes the rp a lot more interesting because Amberfang is a loyal clan cat and thinks she's helping a loner :)

  • ((Yay! Thank you! Sorry if it's kinda long.))


    Itchy rubbed his body on the rough ground. His mother had been a bit too perceptive in naming him.


    He had been exploring this territory before a bout of his namesake had taken over. This land wasn't great. Filled with crazy rogues and loners and bordered by even crazier Clan cats.


    But at least it wasn't the city. Vivian had pretty much made sure that it was the most miserable place under the sky. Especially for a young tom who refused to play by her rules.


    Itchy was just starting to think he wouldn't mind the constant fighting with the other loners When a familiar scent hit him. He shivered then opened his mouth to get a better scent.


    "Unbelievable." He grumbled. Knowing that he probably should be running away he followed the scent until he spotted Vivian, trailing a cat he had never seen before. Vivian had seen better days.


    "What a mess!" He laughed out loud forgetting himself. It was honestly the only time seeing the she-cat had ever brought him pleasure.

  • Itchy flinched involuntarily. He had neat reminders of what those claws could do plasterered across his flanks. He sighed and walked into the open. He had completely ruined his hiding spot.


    "Just a loner passing by." He said nonchalantly scratching his ears. He was pretty sure Vivian couldn't remember every cat who's life she'd made miserable.