Posts by snowsong

She sounds like she'd be good for Fang, they both sound kind of hostile. xD And yeah, city cats are cool, and fun to roleplay. So do you want to do that? :)

<blockquote>OOC-Don't worry, I won't be posting much, considering I've got to leave soon, too. xD Night, Wynn!

Dawn tried desperately to make Chaos's attempt to pry Sourfeign off of her easier. She attempted to maneuver herself into a more suitible position. She did manage to squirm around a bit, maybe slightly out of his grasp, but it didn't seem to make escaping any easier. With a new idea, she bared her teeth, trying to get her small but still sharp fangs into Sourfeign's leg.</blockquote>

Sure, I'll do that. Is it okay if I make it tomorrow? I've got to leave now.

<blockquote>A patch of bushes rustled as a muscular black tomcat pushed through them. His path was interrupted by a crushed Twoleg can; he kicked it away with a snort of disgust. The dark colored tom considered all trash useless unless it provided food.

Fang came to the park from time to time; mostly when he had trouble scavenging for food and meeded some more effective means of hunting. Most of the time, though, he stayed within range of the asylum, where he resided with the Mafia.

The black rogue unsheathed his claws and dug them into a nearby tree, scouring marks into it. Sure, this wasn't technically his territory, but it would do no harm to scare away passing cats. More food for him.

Suddenly Fang heard a noise behind him; his head snapped around and his yellow eyes narrowed. His claws remained unsheather, and he bared his fangs, an automatic reflex whenever he heard someone coming. What cat dared to interrupt him while he was...well, doing whatever he had planned on doing when he came to the park. He wasn't looking for a fight, but he would take one if it came his way.</blockquote>

Okay, made it. It's in the park in the city.

<blockquote>Snowsong smiled at Stealthkit and purred down at her own kits. "Thank you, Stealthkit," she mewed in gratitude. "When they're older, I'm sure they'd love to play with you."

Whisperkit gave a tiny yawn; she was getting sleepy and besides, she was not hungry any more. She curled up, pressed in between her siblings.</blockquote>

OOC-They're a few days old, close to a week, River. :)

<blockquote>To her surprise, Dawn found herself able to wriggle out of Sourfeign's grasp. Had he given up? Probably. She wasn't that strong. And he was now turning to...oh, no, he was turning to Chaos!

With a loud yowl, the spotted tabby threw herself on top of their attacker, clawing, hissing, spitting, shrieking; anything to give her brother a chance to get away. It wasn't working very well, though. She went for Sourfeign's foreleg; unsheathing her claws in the attempt to sink them into his flesh.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I'll run if you run!" Dawn said stubbornly, weaving her way through Sourfeign's legs to be closer to her brother so he could see that she wasn't going anywhere unless he was. "Come on, we can make it through the fence!" she hissed. "Let's go!"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dawn turned her head around and hissed at the new pursuer, her claws unsheathed as she ran as fast as she possibly could beside her brother. The young savannah felt as if her paws were not even there; she was just flying, flying to get away from the cats who wanted, for some odd reason, to capture her and Chaos.

She watched as the she-cat lashed out at her brother and, spitting in anger, veered off to the side to follow him the way her was now running.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dawn immediately followed Chaos's call to run after he had been hurt by the she-cat, although she had a strange urge to turn back and sink her teeth into the evil cat that was pursuing them. Call it instincts, maybe, but she wanted to hurt Hollybell for hurting her half-brother.

She kept running, though, ignoring what her instincts were telling her to do. That was, until she was unexpectedly bowled over by the she-cat. She gave a screech of alarm as they began to roll over and over as she tried to squirm out. Why did every cat try to pin her down? She felt even worse for Chaos than herself, who had to make the choice between rescuing his sister, which would probably lead them both into being caught in the stinky mansion with psychotic cats who liked to capture kits, or to run home as fast as he could. The savannah hoped her brother would choose the latter; maybe he could find help at home. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Her mind told her to be scared, to be very scared. But rather than scream and cry to be allowed to leave this place, go home, and never, ever return, Dawn scowled. "What do you want us for, anyway? What would we do for you?" she hissed. Despite the fact that she was captured and, by moving, risked instant death by a broken neck, she could still unsheathe her claws. The problem was that Hollybell had positioned herself on top of the young she-kit well; she was unable to squirm into an attacking position.

"And anyway, if you're just going to kill me if I move, then why would you want to capture me in the first place?" Right now her best defense was to keep talking to give Chaos a chance to get away unseen.</blockquote>

Congrats, Silversnow! Wow, 200,000 posts, that's amazing!

<blockquote>OOC-Wow, Dawn missed a lot...xD

Dawn bit back a snarl as she was picked up and carried by Hollybell like a moon old kit. She wasn't a kit anymore, and she didn't need this! What right did this cat have to take them away like this. But she didn't trust herself to speak without some insulting, witty comment escaping her maw that would cause them more trouble. So she let her brother do the talking, her back paws dragging on the ground and growing more and more agitated by the minute.

"I'm Dawn," she mewed as Hollybell asked her name. She would have liked to add something on to that, such as what was it to the piece of fox-dung who was going to capture them, but she kept her mouth shut and just scowled. She didn't like the way Hollybell was talking to Chaos civily, as if there was no young cat dangling uncomfortably from her jaws.

Her eyes widened when she mentioned that she-cats were kit-bearers here. Something told her that if they were captured for good, although Dawn's intentions were for them to escape before anything like that happened, she would be forced into that as well. But she didn't want to. She really, really didn't want to. She had never thought much about having kits, being barely more than one herself, but she knew she didn't want to be forcebred by a random tom and then have to care for his kits.

"Our dad has lots of kits," Dawn said, in response to the comment about having different moms. "He's got lots of grandkits, too. It's just how it is for us."

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<blockquote>Dawn smiled at Chaos's comment, glad to see that despite the fact that they were being held captive, he was still...well, him. "Yeah, we like each other fine. So does all my other half-brothers and sisters. We're all a big family." She was confused by this statement as well.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Dawn could sense that Hollybell was being more careful with her now, and for that she was grateful. She was already pretty uncomfortable dangling from the big she-cat's mouth.

"I'll do anything!" she blurted out quietly. "I just don't want to be a kit bearer." The savannah she-cat tried to hide the fear in her voice, but it was still there. She didn't want to bear a tom's kits against her will, especially one who had done the same to many other she-cats. It was different for Brody, who cared deeply about each and every one of his mates.

"Eleven moons?" Her heart sank. Her mother, Mouse, would be worried sick, come to try and rescue her, and then probably get captured herself. The same would happen for the rest of their family, unless they got out sooner. And for that, they needed Hollybell's help.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Fallewing sat solemly at the foot of the Tallboulder, watching Winterstar. It was important that the Clan had a new deputy, now that Twilightsong had disappeared. The silver she-cat's spirits sank thinking about that. Twilightsong had been a great friend to her, and a worthy deputy.

She listened closely, and her face broke into a smile as Thickettail was appointed. She had always hoped to be deputy herself, but was not going to be sour about this. Thickettail was a great cat. What Fallenwing wanted most was for ShadowClan to be the most respected Clan in the forest, and hopefully Thickettail would help guide it on its way to becoming that.

"Congratulations, Thickettail!" she mewed, padding over to the other she-cat and touching her tail-tip to her shoulder. "You'll do a wonderful job."</blockquote>

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"I can hunt." Dawn nodded as vigorously as her awkward position would allow. "We both can. We've had good teachers." The she-cat felt Hollybell's slight change in position, and she became a bit more comfortable. "I guess I can track, too. But I've never tried tracking anything real far. I bet I could, though!" Her words were more to reassure herself than to inform Hollybell. She knew she had to be the best, if she was going to avoid the job of kit-bearer.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A tiny ray of hope swelled up in Dawn's chest, and even though the she-cat tried to remain nonchalant about it, it was pretty clear that she was considerably happier. Well, at least a bit more hopeful. Maybe, even if they had to stay here for around six moons or more, she would at least be able to hunt alongside her brother rather than stay cooped up in some dumb old stinky house caring for kits she hadn't even wanted in the first place.

Dawn couldn't help but glow with Hollybell's small praise. "Thanks, I guess." she smiled. "I'll do my best! If we have to stay here for a while, I might as well."</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Yeah." The savannah's eyes were pleading as she twisted her head around to look at Hollybell, who was still holding her in her jaws. She was scared, although she didn't want to admit it. Scared of what could happen to either of them if they left each other's sides. "We can train together?"</blockquote>