[justify]Another dull day in the desert sands, or was it? Mercutio was out in the territory, exploring the dunes when he came across a small dent in the sandy soil. The first tier sighed, but decided to check it out. He dug at the spot to reviel a whole load of catnip. Mercutio's frowning expression changed in a heartbeat; he was now displaying a confused smile. Why would anyone leave catnip out here? Maybe they were storing it for something. The ebony black tom wasn't quite sure exactly what it was supposed to do, only that it made cats crazy. He sniffed it catiously, a wonderful and addicting aroma filling his button-like nose. "Damn..." He muttered. This shit smelled good! He took a feeble bite, then another, and a few moments after that the whole load was half-way finished. Mercutio wobbled tipsily on his paws. This felt so wierd! "At least it tasted good." The first tier mumbled.[/justify]
i'm on top of the world, eh! (open)
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»» "What the hell are you doing?" Chien loudly growled while stalking up on the cat and baring her fangs. The full grown doberman was a killing machine thanks to Haemon Mist who is sadly dead. "Are you fucking stupid?"
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[justify]"Wha-?" Mercutio turned his head to see the doberman, and rolled his eyes. "Fucking stupid, eh?" He mumbled, his voice slurred and barely audible. "I'm not really in the mood for a fight, so I'mma blow this place." The ebony black tom started toward the way to camp, then fell flat on his face. He shook his void-like black pelt free of sand, then, grumbling something under his breath, continued to stumble off.[/justify]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia][color=white]The harlequin tabby tom simply stood there, watching the boring scene before his eyes. His mouth watered at the scent of the green veridian; he had had a taste of catnip before in his life, it was delicious, and he longed to have some more. It was certainly better than a BloodClanner's average meal.
what do they think we are, fucking rats? that crap at the carrionplace tastes like shit.
Carillon strutted up to the two others, as casually as possible. He would get a taste of that catnip, he would most definitely do anything for it.
Finally. They were a few fox-lengths from him when he nabbed a few leaves from the bush and snapped them up. A few leaves couldn't do any harm, could they?
Delicious.
Since when was Mercutio 'stupid' for finding this treasure, he thought. Having a tid bit more, he settled down to have a chat with the two as if their shared words earlier had never even crossed his ears. But they did. See, Carillon was always the smart-ass type of guy, the one who would never make a fuss about something since he always knew the outcome. In this case it was simply the fact that many BloodClanners didn't quite know what catnip was. The young male wasn't even sure is Chien knew. He shrugged. Anywho, by settling down carelessly the way he had had earned him the mental appearance that he knew just what he was doing.
"Lay off, Chien," he muttered. "It ain't that bad."
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[justify]With a heavy sigh, the high first tier headed back to the lucky spot where he had discovered the precious catnip. He just plopped down a little ways beyond the other two, giving himself a thorough bath with his sandpaper-like tongue.[/justify]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][font=georgia][color=white]So now everything gets quiet when I come along.
This wasn't what the young harlequin was expecting, however he didn't mind a quick talk with Merc. See what he was doin' these days. After all, he hadn't seen the cat in ages and it could only help him if Carillon knew what was going on with the folks of higher positions, the tiers, would it?
"So," he mewed in a sluggish but still nonchalant tone. "What were ya doin' all the way out here, buster? The day ain't not gettin' younger, you may as well be headin' back to the ol' camp." Yawning, he realized he shouldn't be ordering around a first tier ..
Well he don't look like no first tier to me with fancy schmany fur and all,
On top of that he was younger than Mercurtio.
Who cares, ain't nobody gonna stop me.
As the easy-going one, of course parts of his natural persona would bring on the traits of trying to get others to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Either that or he was just playing around with them. "I'm actually thinking of heading back soon myself, if my old paws let me,"
My old paws?!
What the fuck was he saying? He was a young tom, not some crank of an elder from one of those good-doer Clans. At 17 Moons there was nothing wrong with his feet.
Man, this catnip was making him act a little funnier than usual ..