Posts by jessica-the-wolf
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"H-hello? Is anyone else here?" she stuttered, looking around blindly.
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"Who's me?" Ripple pressed, squirming around.
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A black she-kit lept up and down, grabbing one leaf after another. Eyes widened, she jumped around to see two strange kits wandering around camp. "Hey!" she shouted, padding over to the kits. "Who are you?" she mewed, sniffing at the two strange smelling cats. "Are you...kitty-pets?" she mewed, stepping back a little.
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Pardon my interuption, but this is posted in the wrong spot... It should be in Fan Clans.
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Duskkit silently (and carefully) bounded out of camp. Dashing over to a near-by tree, she scrabbled up to a branch high off the ground. Peering over the vast, dark forest, she immediately caught scent of a group of cats. Making her way down the tree, she slipped and fell to the ground. Vision blurry, she stood up and shook her head. As soon as she could see better, the small black kit trekked through the woods towards the band of cats. Wrinkling her nose, she stifled a sneeze. "What the he** is that terrible scent?!" Grumbling, she made her way through the bushes, ending up in the clearing with the others.
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"'Cause you smell just like them." she mewed, rasing a furry eyebrow."Relax" Darkkit meowed flatly, glancing at Night. "No need to get moody."
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"What are you doing with a Bloodclan cat?" she snapped, glaring at the large Tom.
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"I'm Ripple. Do you have any idea what happened?" Ripple asked, trying to sit up.
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Yowling, Darkkit jumped up, aiming to land on Victorypaw's head. "Gosh! Don't get your whiskers in a knot!" she snarled, batting at the blind she-cat.
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"Sorry. Maybe I could..." she started, trying to turn into her pokemon form. "Yes! Didn't think this through very well now did they?" she chuckled, wiggling out of the bag in umbreon form. Quickly, she broke the bonding that kept all their hands together.
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OOC: Of course ^.^ As long as Darkkit gets her body back later :3 And is THIS alright? VV
IC: Darkkit yowled in pain as her soul was foced out of her own body. Immediately, her soul was pressed into Victorypaw's discarded body. Blinking, she looked around blindly. "W-what did you do to me?! Why can't I see?! And..." She sniffed "Why do I smell like Bloodclan?"
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"Well, we should be quiet cause they might hear us." she prompted, motioning towars the drivers of the van.
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"WAIT!" Darkkit screeched, springing in front of her body. "When or if I get my body back, I will have all the scratches and injuries!"
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Commetkit peered at the abandoned nest, eyes wide with fear. She had herd the terrible stories about what happened here. Cautiously she padded up to the nest, curiosity getting the best of her. She took a quick sniff and jumped up to a window ledge, crawling in the shattered window. Here eyes grew wide with terror as she saw how many cats were in the nest. Cages, evil cats, ghosts, what could be worse. Still, curiosity tugged at her. Taking a leap of faith, she landed on the rotting floor.
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Turning human, Ripple shook her head. "I'm only fourteen."
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OOC: Ooo! Lucky!
IC: Commetkit spun around as she herd a cat coming down the hallway. With a silent screech, she darted behind a box.
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Crying softly, Commetkit padded cautiously out from behind the crates. She clambered up the crate mountain, finally reaching the top. It swayed a bit, but that didn't bother Commetkit. At the moment, she was trying to find which way she came from, but her scent seemed to be engulfed in all the other trails. Whimpering, she bounded down the mountain. Standing in the middle of a large room, she looked around.
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Cautiously, Ripple unlatched the back door, keeping the men in the back of her mind. Suddenly, the doors swung open. The man in the passengers seat swiveled his neck, glaring at his captives. "JUMP!" Ripple screamed. The man suddenly started talking Spanish to the driver.
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Screeching, Commetkit jumped up, tail puffed up. The crash came from upstairs. She started padding towards the scent of rage and pain, hoping it would lead to a way up.
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