The young elite padded gracefully, and carelessly across the forest floor stopping at a small pool and bending low to drink. She lapped the water relishing the feeling of its crispness sliding down her throat. She decided she would nap here perhaps, well not here but nearby. A willow tree about 30 fox-lengths away suited her needs she padded over and with a arching leap scrabbling of bark and the shaking of many leaves she was on the branch. From there she crawled aimlessly too the tip before laying down and closing her eyes.
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[justify]The sun, which shone across the territory, once again, for some odd reason started to chace the sunclan tom around. It really did. Or it felt like it. Soon growing tired of it the cinnamon tabby stood up and flicked his tail from one side to the other in annoyance. "Don't have anything else to do?" he meowed before stalking off, without any aim. He just wanted to find some shadow, and rest there. After a couple of minutes of walking, the tom found a perfect tree to rest under; it had a quite deep cover of leaves which sheltered from the rays of sun, which got on his nerves a moment ago. Not even noticing that there was a cat up already, Notebook jumped up onto the first branch. And since it was much thicker than the rest, laid down there and rested his head on his paws. His tail quivering fell off the branch and just hang there, as the owner couldn't be bothered too much by it.[/justify]
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Tequila was a serial killer but this Tom had guts the militia group weren't well known yet but this Tom.... Was sharing space with her? No she wouldn't allow it.. hes so peaceful... she growled what was she thinking she had done so much worse why was she going soft for this Tom? She scoffed and weaves seductively as always down the branch, "Wake up sleeping beauty, Before you never wake up" her breath was hallow and cold with an amusing darkness to it, While vodka was propably getting high on catnip and rum raping some poor ideot she cat. She was toying with a ....Sunclan Tom by his scent.
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[justify]Notebook perked his ears up. Why the h.ll was there movement along the top of the tree? Sure a bird didn't cause it, or any other creature. But by the scent.. By the scent he knew it was a cat. A she-cat to be exact, but not where she was from or... if she was from somewhere. With a low hiss at the comment he stood up. Quickly, but cautiously knowing how it can end to fall of a branch. Unsheathing one of his claws from one paw he flicked his ear, sinking them down through the bark. Not only to keep balance. "I must say it is nice to meet you, too." he meowed with a sarcastic tone. Turning his head towards her he sat down, stroking his chest with his tongue for the short time being. He had better things to do than talk with a cat he didn't know. Especially with this kind of an attitude. "Where are you from, anyway?" he inquired after a short pause.[/justify]
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She laughed i guess I should tell him before I kill him.... You know it'll add to the effect .. "Officially from the elite" her voice came from in front of him in a patch of leaves but them behind him at a branch above his head "But it's better to just say I'm on my own, my loyalty isn't to the elite" she was then directly above him "As for you, Now it's really unfortunate of you to meet me!" She laughed darkly
OOC: Go here for more about tequila http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=992146.0 ))
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[justify]Raising one of his eyebrows Notebook listened. Just sat there, listening and smirking to himself. The Elite? And what does that even bring to? Shaking his head the tom stood up. "Sorry, dear lady, but I have more important things to do. I need to check on the patrols for example." he meowed before jumping off the branch. The laugh made him a bit nervous. 'Unfortunate to meet her?' and what was that. "Sorry, but I have to go!" he called up again before quickening his pace and trotting away.
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She followed him slowly and silently ha mousebrain would lead her straight to his camp then they all
Would know of the militia.....and then she could skip ahead and ...No she would Ruin the elite last. her black fur hid her well and it helped that he hadnt yet Layed eyes On her she slid out in front of him "Oh but baby what's the rush" she mocked darkly hes even better looking up close she noted but gritte her teeth abandoning those thoughts.OOC:Kk ^^))
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[justify]Notebook, instead of leading himself up to the camp, headed towards where he left from. Maybe there he could regain some peace. As she jumped before him, the tabby tom stumbled back before growling softly. 'Baby?' He repeated to himself before shaking his head. "Nothing." he repeated simply, before flinching to the right and slipping past her again. At the mocking tone he took no notice, just shrugged it off. But there was something.. no! She is.. she is doing whatever and he can't think of her like that!
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She slipped to the side with him and rushed forward sending him back or bowling him over "Oops my bad" she laughed and rolled her eyes the gold flecks in her purple eyes apearing to catch fire. Her midnight black pelt silly and appeared shiny in the sun "Tell me hon? Whos the militia?" She meowed darkly claws unseathing revealing there unusual length and they were black black as he pelt. She smirked ready to pounce.
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[justify]"Wha-?" Notebook yelped before having the need to scrumble up again and shook out his pelt. Unsheathing his own claws he glared at her. Militia?! He didn't know what was the Elite, or who she was and he was supposed to know who she was tlaking about. Reading his haunches to pounce he curled his lips. "Y-your mother?" he guessed, blinking at the ground. Maybe it was actually right. It was the first thing coming onto his mind, at least.
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"Close honey but no it's my daddy, and what I live for ya see baby I'm only elite to appease our need for secretiveness, I am the leader of the militia," she purred seductively she stepped closer closing the gap so she would have more momentum when she pounced, if rum was here the Tom would be dead but tequila was smaller and had to plan it right or fail.
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Notebook's brain is stopping to work o.o[ic]
Notebook closed his eyes. Good enough. Re-opening them a moment later he stared at the she. If he had anyone around, nothing would ahppen. She would be outnumbered dearly. How he know prayed for a patrol of cats to find them. But it didn't happen. He was a little lucky b.stard now. "Listen, however you are, I don't have time. I don't even know what the Elite is! Neither I want a fight." he meowed before straightening up and turning around to where he came from. "Not time for games." he mumbled.[/justify] -
She laughed and blocked way again winking teasingly "But I just wanta play" she smirked that did most toms in that single line, although this Tom has already proved he's strong willed strong enough to join the militia No she stopped herself this was the enemy any cat with the power to do this to her heart was an enemy in her book she stepped closer.
OOC: she's not sure what to make of him <3
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he doesn't know what he is doing himself xD[ic]
Sitting down eventually, getting tired of just going around in circles and getting his space blocked he watched her, flattening one of his ears as she winked at him. Snorting lightly he just smiled lightly. "Play?" he repeated. "I must ask, how do you plan to do so?" he asked with a light frown before sheathing his claws. Most of the way. But he was ready. For almost everything. Curling his tail around his body he followed her with his gaze. His breath came into uneven, deep breaths as she got closer. What could he expect of a cat he didn't know? Everything. So he needed to be ready for it.[/justify] -
"I think you know what I mean by play" she purred stepping even closer and purring seductively she flicked him with her tail she was doing this for two reasons only one she liked. She was proud that she did this too lure him to his death, she was angry that she did it because part of her actually wante- no she wouldn't think of it. She fluttered her eyes lashes alluringly.
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[justify]Notebook half-grinned, looking at the ground. "I can't. I have a mate.." he lied. Well in half. Tacita wasn't his mate. A less or more mother of a possible accidental litter by now. But he couldn't cheat on her. Not now that she could be probably expecting his kits. Taking the fact that he was seducted by a she-cat he didn't know the name of. Quivering his tailtip, looking back at up with a cocked head. Unsheathing his claws back out lightly he waited for the reponse, though it was pretty clear what it was going to be, since it was also pretty clear that he mostly lied.[/justify]
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"Hmm really so you have one of those passionate love stories eh? She gives you everything you want? Never lies?" She rolled. Her eyes "Yeah right" she snarls and steps closer it hurt that he had lied to her what the flip te you don't even know him! she leapt at him throwing him against the ground and attempting to pin him.
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No. Answer to the questions she asked was just simply no. Tacita didn't love him, and he didn't share a love story with her. She didn't give him everything he wanted, as he wanted happiness and didn't yet get to feel it. "Well..-" he started off. But it was before he met him back to the ground, paws on his chest and underbelly as he couldn't move. Staring at the she-cat he wriggled underneath her. "What now?!" he snarled. Protesting again, with all his move being limited he tried to swipe one of his paws over her chest, in hope of her loosing her balance and letting him go. Just giving him enough time to get away. Somewhere.
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She started to rip at him but stopped looking down she couldn't do it she stood up and got off of him sheathing her claws "Kill me!" She begged exposing her neck if I've gone soft there's no room for me anymore she rolled over exposing her belly. She would die for this cause if she was soft she was no longer militia material.
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As she got off him Notebook stood up, sheathing his claws as well. "Kill you? Why would I do that?" he meowed looking at her exposed neck and underbelly with puzzlement. He really couldn't kill her, for nothing. Flickering his gaze over from where she stood a moment ago to where she was laying he sat by her, waiting for a reply.