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[fancypost bgcolor=#8B8D7A; opacity: .50; width: 400px; height: 240px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][font=impact][color=white][justify]IC; She followed Traitor, scanning the forest as she did so.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#8B8D7A; opacity: .50; width: 400px; height: 240px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][font=impact][color=white][justify]IC; "Where are we going?" She asked, breaking the silence. Still uneasy in the dark forest, she looked at the grass occasionally while she followed the tiger. The grass felt so different in the forest.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#8B8D7A; opacity: .50; width: 400px; height: 240px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][font=impact][color=white][justify]IC; The sight of the grassy clearing comforted her. And although her wot was still covered in ashes and soot, she was, for the first time since when she'd arrived at her old grasslands. She unintentionally let a quiet purr of happiness.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#8B8D7A; opacity: .50; width: 400px; height: 240px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][font=impact][color=white][justify]IC; She followed her into the hole. So the tiger lived in an underground den? She'd always assumed that she lived in some sort of self-made den that looked like a giant mound of dirt.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#8B8D7A; opacity: .50; width: 400px; height: 240px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][font=impact][color=white][justify]IC; "I'm not hungry." She meowed, looking around the den. She was hungry, but she didn't want to let Traitor think she was incapable of caring for herself. She'd find something to eat in the morning.
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She nodded and padded towards the pile of moss. The calico analysed it. The moss was the same as the one she'd found in the former grasslands, which was not surprising, since she'd taken her moss from a tree cluster. She got to work and made her round nest, scanning smaller clearing for a place to put it. As she thought of possible locations, she spotted the other nest. Since she didn't want to make the other cat feel awkward, she padded forwards and placed her nest a few tail-lengths away. As she was about to test if her nest was properly made, she stopped herself. Her pelt was covered in ashes, and she didn't want to turn her nest black. She quickly headed towards the exit of the den, poking her head out to scan for a body of water. It had rained fairly heavily, so their should be one somewhere.
"Baila's a pretty weird name, so it's cooler." He meowed, looking around. There wasn't much he enjoyed doing in the camp. He spent most of his time near the border with RiverClan.
The death of your muse is a terrible thing. I am sorry for your loss :'(. Whenever it's regenerated, please reply (Unless you want it to degrade to "The Wind Blew" :P).
Are they loners, kittypets or are they in a clan/anti-clan?
[color=white] The calico stopped. The voice was not familiar. It didn't sound like a cat at all. She slowly turned her head towards the source of the voice.
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[color=white] Whatever she'd seen didn't make sense to her. But the crow was taking her to the water, so she followed its general heading.
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[color=white] She stopped two tail-lengths from the small river. She wanted a small pool of water where she had no risk of drowning. She looked around, searching for the crow with her eyes. Where had it gone?
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[color=white] Dipping her left paw in the water, she realised that it was not fast enough to be of any danger to her. She got into the water and padded in circles. As the ashes slowly became unstuck from her pelt, she wondered where the crow had gone.
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Ah, alright. Could we plot Aki and Naoki encountering my loner (Deca) and either becoming friends or enemies?
I'm a little busy right now, so if you can, that's great!
[color=white] Despite her best intentions, the young calico had become a cold and brutal cat. After the events that had happened when she was a kit, Deca had learnt to never trust other cats. As a direct repercussion of her opinion towards other cats, the calico had little interest in other cat's intentions; if they were a threat to her, she would shred them; if they were in the way, she would push them aside. Over the years, she'd learnt to suppress her emotions, but every now and again what little good remained in her took charge and made her easier to exploit.
She scanned the clearing. The plains she inhabited housed a small stream in which fish resided, a few fox-lengths further was the RiverClan border. Deciding she should try to see if she can catch fish once again, she padded to the stream. The third time that week.
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[color=white] Her paw hung in the air, ready to strike the water. Something was in the air, a scent of some kind. She stopped and placed her paw on the ground, looking towards the RiverClan border. Is there a RiverClan cat nearby? She pondered, her ears pointed up and her eyes alert. It wouldn't be the first time she ran into a RiverClan warrior. The calico remembered her previous encounter with a RiverClan cat, she had talked to the warrior, that was a mistake. When talking to the RiverClan cat, a bond had been established, and, unable to hurt the cat, she let him leave unscathed. She tasted the air again. There was no way it was the same cat, the scent was too radically different. Then again, RiverClan cats eat fish, and fish are rather smelly. Deca moved into the bush a tail-length to her left. Caution was needed.
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[color=white] She poker her head out and gingerly moved towards where she was before. Casting a glance at the duo, she stuck her paw into the stream as she saw a fish swim across. Sending the fish flying, she pounced on where it landed. "Who are you?" She meowed, directing her question at the she-cat. She'd never seen these two cats before, even though she'd recently made her den in the small plain, their scent was never present before, as far as she knew.
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[color=white] "I'm Deca." She meowed with a nod once the she-cat had introduced herself and the other cat. Unsure of what she should do, she looked around awkwardly. She thought of something to say after pausing for a while, "Do you... live around here?" Pointing her right ear away from the RiverClan border, the calico once more felt the power struggle that happened in her mind and she diverted her gaze away from the cats and towards the stream.
'Good' vs. 'Evil', that was what a wise cat once told her. But the she-cat had never understood which part was good, and which was evil. Or if there really was any 'evil'. How could her personality be evil, after all? She'd helped cats before. Her 'good' side brought her nothing but regret and sorrow.
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IC::[color=white] The calico remained distracted for several seconds. After a few more moments of silence, she looked up and meowed, "Me? I was passing through, but the area seemed nice, so I thought I could stick around for a bit, see what it's like." She stopped, glancing at the fish she'd put off to dry, "Fishing is a strange hunting technique. I don't understand these RiverClan cats who stick their paws in the water willingly."
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