Posts by Ryokiba

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As time slowly passed the small she-cat's tail began to droop. It was becoming too much of an effort to hold it up and, as the feeling of being watched had never left her, she was a bit too wary to walk around with her tail held high. She cursed her paranoia. If anyone wants watching her she wouldn't put it passed her friend to be amused by her confusion. It was just like the other she-cat to get amused over someone else's torment. Yet Cinders still hadn't come across a single trace of her friend's scent.

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It seemed that no sooner had the she-cat started walking again she was running into another wall. After getting so far without having to make any twists and turns, here she was having to decide whether to go left or right. Cinders silently cursed to herself as she decided to go to the right. She had been going to the left too much today. Or had she been going right this entire time? She couldn't remember.

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Cinders lifted her head, turning hrr gaze upward, and tried to gauge how late in the day it was. She couldn't feel the heat of the sun, it had disappeared shortly after she had come across this place, so she had no real way of determining how long she had been there. That was another thing that seemed to bother the she-cat. She knew she wasn't underground and in the dark but for some reason the sun never seemed to cross paths with her again. She didn't doubt that she would have felt better if she came across a patch of sunlight, even if it was a small one.

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It seemed to come out of nowhere, the sudden drop of the ground, and Cinders was sent tumbling forward as her paws missed the drop. The she-cat let out a startled cry as she caught herself, digging her claws into the ground. She looked around hoping that no one had seen, or heard, her little mishap. She doubted it but she was still self conscious when she made such mistakes. No sounds seemed to be out of the norm though. Or at least no more than they already were, meaning her little tumble hadn't attracted any attention.

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As Cinders became more certain that her mishap wasn't bringing anyone to her she let the fur on her back lay flat. Her tail flicked behind her as she took a couple steps forward and sat down. As if she wasn't having enough problems finding her way around, now she was making a fool of herself. If her friend had of been there to see it she never would have heard the end of it. Cinders ears twitched. Why was she even friends with that she-cat anyway?

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After Cinders surprise tumbler she took more care in where she placed her paws.The last thing she needed was to take another tumble - and for someone else to see it. Her paws hurt more than ever from digging her claws into the ground, resulting in her steps being more hesitant and gentle. Again sitting down for a while, or even laying down to give her muscles a break, had crossed her mind but she was becoming more and more desperate to get out of this strange place. She was tired, hurting, and her mouth was starting to feel a bit dry. It had to have been at least a few hours that she had been wandering around by now.

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Growing frustrated, Cinders finally decided to sit down again. Her back stayed pressed against the wall behind her and her ears continued to listen to all the noises. Nothing was going to take her by surprise. If something did then she would just have to play it off as nothing. Her eyes were narrowed as she sat there thinking. She could either keep trying to go forward and hope to find an exit soon, or she could turn around and follow her scent out of this place. But she had walked so far, it would take hours for her to reach the entrance again.

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It was with much thought that Cinders finally pushed herself up. Her muscles protested but she ignored the soreness that seemed to fill her being. "This is so stupid," she grumbled to herself. She ignored the pain in her paws as she turned and started heading the way she had come. At least in this direction she had her scent to guide her. With any luck she'd be home before her housefolk started to worry about her. She was never gone this long.

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Though Cinders didn't think she had walked that long, it seemed to take longer to get back to the dip in the ground where she had taken a tumble. Again she stumbled over the ledge. She silently cursed herself. She knew she was going to come across it again, yet she had still been caught off guard. Was it because she was so tired? She could only assume it was. The she-cat sighed as she climbed up the small ledge. From what she could recall all she needed to do now was take a bunch of left and right turns and she would be out of this place.

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As Cinders followed her scent she kept her ears angled behind her. The place still gave her the creeps even though she knew she wouldn't be there much longer. Her pace was slow as she walked despite the urgent feeling that filled her. Her paws ached too much for her to show the urgency, and she didn't want to risk taking a wrong turn or running into a wall. She had never needed to track something before, not even her own scent, so it was all a bit new to the she-cat.

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For a short time the she-cat decided to take a break. She had taken many on the way in and now, since she was following her own scent out of this place, she didn't think taking breaks was such a bad idea. It wasn't like her scent was going to go anywhere. Her fur was slightly ruffled as she crouched by the wall. Her stomach had started growling not too long ago, yet another sign that she had been in this place too long. Her housefolk had better have food ready for her when she returned home, food and sleep was all she wanted right now, though warm milk would still always be welcome.

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A cool breeze stirred the dirt and dust at Cinders paws, resulting in a quiet sneeze escaping her. She blinked the dirt out of her eyes and twitched her whiskers. The air hadn't smelled completely like outside this place but there were definitely traces of it. This gave the she-cat a small glimmer of hope. Not much longer and she would be out of this place. And she wouldn't be coming back.

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Once the breeze had died down Cinders gave herself a shake. She lifted a paw and took a moment to clean the dirt from her face and whiskers. Everything else would have to wait until she was out of this place, whether it was when she returned home or simply found a patch of sunlight to bask in. She doubted her housefolk would like her coming home dirty, but they always seemed to make a fuss over her friend when she returned home dirty. Maybe theu would make the same fuss over her, over even a bigger fuss. It wasn't like her to wander out of the garden, they were surely worried about her by now.

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After she had taken a moment to clean herself, Cinders pushed herself up. Again her muscles were protesting but she was going to make this the final stretch. She was close to the exit, she could feel it. She couldn't waste time when she was so close. Her paws made no sound as she walked onward. Just a little farther, that's what she kept telling herself. Just a little farther and she would be home again.

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Closer and closer she got. All she could think about was getting home. The strange sounds were quickly ignored, soon they wouldn't matter. Nothing about this place would matter once she had reached the exit. As she got closer to the exit she began to pick up her pace. Her paws screamed in protest but she ignored the stabs of pain that shot up her legs. She could smell it now. Fresh air!

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It seemed instant that sunlight hit her pelt and she felt the wall disappear from beside her. She had reached the exit! The gray she-cat ran forward, too relieved to pay attention to what was in front of her, and it was only to be expected that she ran into another bundle of fur. She let out a surprised meow, hearing the other cat do the same, and fluffed up her fur only to let it relax again. "Oh, Harley, it's just you." Her voice was crossed as she spoke to her friend. "Cinders, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere, where did you go?" Cinders scoffed, not knowing if Harley had really been looking for her or not. "Doesn't matter, I want to go home." She ignored her friend's questions and padded forward, giving Harley no choice but to follow and leave the strange place far behind her.

Event Completed: May Event
New Kitten's Name: Ryo
Type: The new species.
Gender: Female
Color: --

[font=arial][size=10][color=black]The small she-cat didn't know how much time had passed. It must have been a while, far longer than she would have preferred to be lost in the forest. Cinderpaw's tail twitched at the thought. Her stomach was empty, her mouth had long since gone dry, and she had no way of telling what way was which. Everything had smelled so strange recently. The familiar sounds of woodland creatures were gone and there had been a strange roaring sound but it hadn't sounded like anything the apprentice had ever heard before. And it had been hot. It had been really hot, as if the sun had been blaring down on her pelt for days on end. This had puzzled Cinderpaw even further.

With her fur matted and dried in clumps of mud, she had wandered around the forest on aching paws. She just wanted to be back in the camp where she could take something from the freshkill pile to satisfy her hunger and curl up in her nest where she could sleep for a hundred moons. This was something that was never going to be able to happen again, the camp being long gone, but the dark-gray she-cat knew nothing of this. Cinderpaw stumbled for the umpteenth time that day and she decided it was about time to rest her weary paws. How much farther did she have to go to find the camp? She lifted her head, dull sightless eyes scanning her surroundings. Adventures were not meant for blind cats.

It was while she was sitting there, catching her breath and resting her paws, that she heard a sound in the distance. Her ears twitched at the sound before she strained them to listen closely. It sounded like a cat, but not one that she knew. Instantly the fur along her spine began to rise. The last thing she needed now was to run into another cat that was trespassing on the clan's territory. Cinderpaw looked around as she tried to sniff out what was around her yet her nose was useless to her. That strange smell was still thick in the air. Again the other cat's voice sounded in the distance and the apprentice contemplated her options. She could either try to avoid the other cat and hope they didn't see or track her down, or she could go and confront them.

Cinderpaw gave herself a shake as her stomach growled. Confronting them sounded like a better idea. If anything she would be able to convince them to catch her something to eat. After all, it wasn't like a small blind she-cat was going to be much of a threat to anything. Pushing herself to her paws she forced herself to move forward. There were many stumbles and falls over the branches and uneven earth beneath her, as well as a couple collisions with the trunks of trees, but in time she grew closer to the strange cat's voice. She lowered her tail and looked around. "Hello?"

[font=arial][size=10][color=black]Cinderpaw is all I have right now. Now that I have internet I might make another cat or two. :P

[font=arial][size=10][color=black]For a while there was no reply, the silence that greeted her making her feel uncomfortable. Cinderpaw fluffed up her fur. Just because she was just recently made an apprentice, and blind, didn't mean she had to appear completely helpless. She wasn't about to be overtaken by some other cat. The she-cat took another step forward, her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in another breath. The strange thickness of the air made her lungs burn and as she opened her mouth to call out again she was stopped by a sudden fury of coughs. The coughing didn't help her lungs feel better, if anything it only made things worse, but she forced herself to recover before straightening herself and giving it one more shot. "Hello? Who's out there?"

Her ears turned this way and that as she listened for any sound. She could still hear someone in the distance, though much closer now that she had moved forward. It sounded like... crying? The she-cat was feeling more confused now, as well as cautious; why would someone be crying out in the middle of the forest? As carefully and quietly as she could, something that never worked out for her, Cinderpaw made her way forward again. Her tail remained low, just as the fur along her spine remained prickled and raised at the thought of someone trying to trick her. It wouldn't be the first time, she thought bitterly, remembering when the other clan-mates her age had pulled pranks on her because she wasn't clan-born and couldn't see. Still, she dared to raise her voice yet again to the stranger. "What's your name?"

This is mouse-brained. I'm probably talking to myself. Cinderpaw didn't have the best of patience, but who could blame her? Especially at the current moment. She was hungry and tired, and the stranger hadn't made themselves present to her. The she-cat let out a huff as she pushed herself forward again. Maybe she was too far away for them to see her? She went with that guess and thought that if they saw her they might actually talk to her. It was always a possibility that they were afraid to answer her. Cinderpaw remembered hearing stories about how loners and kittypets thought the Clan cats ate them, and surely an enemy cat wouldn't answer no matter how many times she called out to them. The blind she-cat let out a sigh as she shook her head. Some cats were just so... well, mouse-brained.