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Hayden rolled his eyes when the red wolf showed no signs of moving, but didn't try pressing any further. Instead, he watched the wolf stand and do a little jig while reaching into his hoodie pockets. Don't tell me I dropped them. Hayden felt his back pocket, and with a little noise of triumph, he pulled out a pack of Pall Mall Red 100's and a black lighter. He put the cigarette to his lips, flicked the lighter a few times and cupped his hand over the flame to shield it from the faint breeze, then lit the tip. Hayden felt his body relax after getting a nice dosage of nicotine, which he had definitely been lacking in today. His attention returned to the stranger wolf when it nudged his arm expectantly. "Oh, so you're gonna let me go home?" He mumbled around the cigarette, standing up slowly. "Okay, but no dogs allowed in my apartment. So you'd best-" Hayden didn't even get to finish his sentence before he felt the world sway and pain shot up his neck and into his head. Before he knew it, he was right back on the ground, this time unable to move. "Shit," he muttered, and the last thing he saw was the wolf standing near him before his vision went black.

Kipcha's leaf-green gaze flickered hungrily around the trees that surrounded her. She let a long, drawn out whine ease from her throat and into the still air. Then the pale she-wolf snapped her jaws angrily, whipped around, and bolted deeper into the forest. Her odd behavior was a mixture of worry, frustration and anger. Sullivan had left the door locked and he wasn't home. She couldn't find the spare key or her second set of clothes and now she was stuck out here, on all fours, and a protesting stomach to top it all off. Kipcha wrinkled her nose as the thought of hunting a wild animal crossed her mind again, and she shoved it away without a second's hesitation. There was no way she was chasing down some critter and eating raw flesh, no matter how hungry she was. Her pace slowed to a steady trot as she padded deeper into the forest and farther away from her house. She halted, giving a tired whine that turned into a bark. Then the she-wolf proceeded to throw her head back and howl, a high, wavering note that climbed higher and higher and then hovered in the air. It cut off abruptly, and she blinked. Kipcha had never howled before, and hadn't meant to make this her first time. She swung her head back and forth, hoping there had been no one to witness the outburst, but knew it was probably heard all over town. Maybe it would attract Sullivan, and hopefully nothing else.

Kipcha sat in stunned silence for a few more minutes, too afraid to move less the woods be full of hungry predators that heard her distress call and came running. Then she shook herself, snorting at her own stupidity and resuming her trudge through the woods. She ran over a list of horrible names to call Sullivan, when and if he got home tonight. Her fur was ruffled against the cold wind that somehow managed to penetrate the thick foliage. The wind carried a multitude of scents, and one made her pause momentarily and raise her snout a little higher to catch the breeze. Another wolf? Kipcha knew it wasn't Sullivan, but it was definitely another wolf. She threw caution to the wind, ignored the many warnings Sullivan had given her in the past, and turned to follow the scent. It let her deeper and deeper into the forest, but within twenty minutes she was standing only six meters away from the girl. Kipcha lowered her head and let her lips pull back in a snarl. The action was more instinctual, and Kipcha also felt her fur bristle without her consent. Was this wolf dangerous? Why did she feel the need to react this way?

Sullivan shoved the front doors of the hospital. A few people sitting in the waiting chairs across the room looked up at him in surprise or annoyance, but he paid them no attention and ushered Jack towards the check in desk. A nurse must have seen the way Jack was hardly keeping his head up, because she made a 'be right back' motion and hurried away. "I think she's gonna get you a wheelchair. Thank god, I can't hold you up much longer," Sullivan muttered quietly, a slight chuckle vibrating trough the last few words. The woman at the desk scrambled for papers and eventually just have up, asking him for the story and Sullivan lied through his teeth with ease. "Had a bit of a camping accident. The guy's not much of a wilderness freak, got lost, I think broke his leg. Just dope him up, will you?" Sullivan propped him against counter, glancing warily at a security guard. When was the last time he'd been to a hospital? "I think he's doing that whole 'shock' thing right now but I know this shit will hurt later." Sullivan motioned towards his leg and then nudged Jack as the woman went for the little phone on her desk. "They're going to fix you up."

Kipcha's snarl dwindled into silence as the girl scooted away frantically at first, but showed no signs of genuine fear after laying eyes on the pale wolf. Kipcha blinked, realizing this dirty heap of girl was actually her packmate, Andrea, and her jaws snapped shut with a click. Oops. Kipcha trotted forward slowly, tail wagging just a tad but her eyes remained trained on Andrea like fierce twin-moons. She yipped, scratched the ground and then padded away a few paces. What are you doing out here with no fur? Shift! Kipcha let a soft growl accompany her thoughts, hoping Andrea understood. It'd be easier for them to communicate in matching forms, and Kipcha's clothes were in Sullivan's house.

Kipcha stiffened when Andrea patted her fur and backed away slightly. However, she was glad to see her message had gone through and when Andrea emerged as a similarly pale she-wolf, Kipcha straightened up involuntarily and her tail swayed behind her. I wanted to ask you if you've seen Sullivan around. Her eyes were locked on Andrea's, unintentionally challenging the she-wolf and asserting her dominance. It only felt natural to put Andrea below herself. Kipcha had no lust for power, but her competitiveness and wolven instincts were not a good match.

Sullivan jumped, snorting in surprise as he snapped into wakefulness and nearly found himself in the floor. He was sprawled uncomfortably across one of the chairs in the waiting room. The TV mounted on the wall still played softly, but the room was empty for the most part. The nurse that had checked Jack in was still at her desk, typing away and paying him no attention. Sullivan groaned softly, then rubbed a hand over his face. "Agh!" He jerked back, eyes squeezed shut. Damn, his nose was still pretty sore. Sighing, Sullivan got to his feet and stretched, then glanced at the clock. 2:12 A.M. Kipcha was going to kill him. His eyes then fixed on the nurse and he was at the desk in a few strides. "Hey, what room did you put Jack in?" He queried quietly, glancing at the doors they had wheeled him through. The woman looked at him as if he was trying to commit some crime. "Are you family?" She raised a brow. Sullivan gritted his teeth. "No, but I'm a..." he thought for a second, "-really close friend?" The nurse continued to stare at him for a moment, then blinked. "Oh. Oh!" Sullivan was confused at her sudden reaction, but didn't complain when she hopped up and led him to the room herself. "Take all the time you need!" she assured, then hurried away. "What the hell..." Sullivan muttered, stepping into the room. He almost chuckled at the sight, but managed to hold it in. "Wow, a cast and everything." Sullivan said, leaning against the wall.

Kipcha studied her for a moment in silence, surprised that Andrea had honestly seen Sullivan. And she seemed a bit reluctant to say where he was, if Kipcha was reading the faint sense of emotions underlying her thoughts correctly. Kipcha tipped her head up, sniffing the air faintly. If we're going to catch up with him, we'd better get going. With that, the pale she-wolf turned away from Andrea and nodded into the woods. Lead the way, she ordered, glancing back expectantly.

Sullivan coughed to cover the chuckle that escaped his chest, amused though he wasn't sure why. It usually took a lot to make him laugh, but Jack's seemingly-disoriented state was enough to knock it out of him. He shrugged at his question, gaze slowly going from Jack's cast to the sleepy hallway behind him. "They didn't say anything about you leaving, but..." Sullivan trailed off, eyes flickering along the walls and then Jack. "I don't know about you, but I'm not very fond of hospitals. And I plan on giving you a ride, so if you intend on busting out, soon would be cool." Busting out may be a bit of an exaggeration but he liked the ring of it.

The dryness in Hayden's throat was what woke him. It was unusual, sleeping and waking calmly. Normally, he sat in the dark each night, too afraid to close his eyes because of the images on the other side. Whenever he did manage to fall asleep, his slumber was often shattered by the sound of his own ear-splitting screams. He'd been evicted twice for...noise complaints. Hayden knew the people had worried more for his sanity and their own safety than how loud he was. Couldn't have a crazy, drug-addicted teenager living in their apartments. Might go insane and shoot the place up, set it on fire, kill people... The thought of smoke made him open his eyes, the urge to find a cigarette overpowering even his need to drink. Hayden sat up quickly, then yelped, falling back down to the ground. He sighed, running a hand over his face. Then he turned over, slower this time, and nearly fainted again.
"Who the hell are you?!" he screamed, scrambling away from the red-haired man. "D-don't touch me!" Had they caught up with him? No, this guy looked even worse off than one of the boys. Hayden didn't relax, though. He scooted further away until he was too tired and dizzy to move. God, he really needed a smoke. And something to drink.

-Will add Kip later-

Hi I am this topic's guard dog.

NEVERMIND IM LEAVING SOMEONE ROB THAT UNCULTURED SWINE

STAR TREK

Username: Ayashe
Advanced bio link(required for high positions): Not signin' up for a high position.
Cat name: Talonspark
Gender: Male
Rank(NOT A HIGH POSITION): Warrior
Wanted Rank(if high position): Nope.
Kin(ask to be kin with other characters!): None.
Detailed appearance: Click here. Talonspark is a well-muscled, dark-brown tabby tom. He takes care to keep his pelt in nice condition. The only things marring it are three, clean scars parting the fur just above the splash of white on his chest. His paws are also tipped in white, along with his underbelly and tail-tip. Talonspark's fire-orange eyes and his muzzle are surrounded in darker-brown fur to match his stripes, giving him a somewhat sinister look.
Detailed personality(no meet him/her!): Talonspark's character is a battle of right versus wrong at all times. He's quite ambitious, and can go to great lengths to get what he desires. This can sometimes lead to him stirring up trouble and finding himself stuck in situations that he has a hard time getting out of. On the other hand, he also has a softer, more compassionate side. Talonspark protects those he loves with an undying flame of loyalty. Harm those close to him, and he will not hesitate to fix your mistake with tooth and claw. His clan can also come to be included in this, but he tends to only share this with those he deems 'equal' to him. An arrogant point of view, yes, but Talonspark always does mean well. His ways of showing it are just not always ideal.
Code: • WCRPG rules apply at all times.

❄~§nℴὦℱℯatℎer~❄ wrote:

Another warrior! Thank StarClan! Want an apprentice? You're accepted, BTW. :P

An apprentice would be cool. Talonspark likes having a little cat to order around from time to time.

♛ ricochet wrote:

ooc-deep inside I hope you didn't stalk me. Wait you probably stalked Starwolf. Lol.

Aw, that hurts. Who wouldn't want me trailing after them? But yeah you're right. I'm always stalking the Star.

EDIT: EVERYONE WANTS ME, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE

SORRY, JUST ONE MORE.

Username: Ayashe
Advanced bio link(required for high positions): N/A
Cat name: Vesper (I'd rather it stay as a loner name, if that's okay. Vesper wouldn't take too kindly to having his name changed to a warrior name anyway.)
Age: 48 moons.
Gender: Male
Rank(NOT A HIGH POSITION): Warrior
Wanted Rank(if high position): N/A
Kin(ask to be kin with other characters!): He had kin in another RP, but I'll say he has none for now. I'd love for him to have a sibling or older relative, so PM me if you'd like to set something up!
Detailed appearance: Click here. Vesper is defined by his graceful appearance, with long legs and a slender build. He's a light, smokey gray and white cat, with soft short fur and a slim tail. His dark face and looming height give him an intimidating appearance, along with his bright olive green eyes that often hold a devious spark in their depths. Though mostly gray, Vesper's white markings also cover a large portion of his body, mainly his chest and stomach.
Detailed personality(no meet him/her!): Vesper is extremely quiet and observant until he's found something of interest. Once he has targeted that something (or someone), Vesper shows to be very competitive and extremely determined in defending what's his, while also being very quiet about it. Anything in the way of that will be taken care of without a second thought. He doesn't mind getting his paws dirty or making enemies, and some may say he enjoys the conflict and playing mind games.
Code: • WCRPG rules apply at all times.

He could just join through RP, or have joined a few days ago. I don't care. If you want to RP it out, I'm okay with 'Ohoho, look at this wise guy in our territory. Let's make him join our clan, guys.' Fin.

ღ Łioŋ wrote:

[size=11px] ~~ After a few trips back and forth bringing in their hunting bounty, the siblings were finally able to settle in for a well-deserved meal. Ospreystrike chose one of Tornadoclaw's robins, while he took a mouse from the pile. Settled in the shade of some trees, they say side by side, watching the camp bustle about busily. "Where's Cael?" The she wondered aloud, casting a glance towards her brother. He simply shrugged in reply and swallowed another mouthful of mouse.[/size]

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Talonspark's jaws parted in a lazy yawn, flashing healthy white teeth and a pink tongue. His amber eyes then blinked lazily as they trailed along the contours of the camp. A tiny flame of uninvited disappointment flickered in his stomach for a moment before he had time to stamp it out hastily. The tabby tom now glared at the ground, trying to think of something more fun to do than mope. His gaze went back to scouring the camp, now making it a point not to hunt scarlet fur and instead find someone else worth wasting his time over. That someone else came in the form of a pretty little she-cat who's attention was not yet in his possession, but directed at a freshly-caught robin and her brother. Ospreystrike and Tornadoclaw, he thought, mentally nodding to himself. Talonspark stood up, stretching as he did so, and began padding towards the pair with his trademark saunter and easy grin. "Nice catches." He called when sure he was in earshot. The tabby tom was obviously addressing both of them, but his eyes never left Ospreystrike. Her brother may as well not exist for all the attention Talonspark was tossing his way. "Keeping the clan on it's feet, huh?" Talonspark purred as he sat down beside them.

((OOC: Sunfire stop checking Bluegrass out.))

Olive-colored eyes narrowed in interest as the grey and white tom slipped from his hiding place among the thin foliage. He had been out hunting and found this little commotion on his way back to camp. Instead of heading for the entrance, Vesper had gladly sat back and watched the little dispute unfold as the leader preoccupied herself with the little ones of the clan and their meaningless drivel. So far the entertainment had not been as much as he had expected, and Vesper was just about to clear out when Appleswipe made an appearance. He had yet to speak to her, but still found it necessary to at least learn her name. Most probably didn't find her very intriguing, but she had made an impression on Vesper the moment he'd seen her. He itched to know her, though he couldn't fathom why. Her sharp-tongued little brat, however, seemed to be part of the deal. Vesper did not like young warriors with big attitudes. Watching the she-cat pad towards the little group, Vesper decided to make himself noticeable and slid from under the bushes, laying his thrush down for a moment so he could speak. Then he glanced at the red-furred warrior before stepping into place beside the she-cat. "Why bother with them?" He muttered, shaking his head as he watched the other cats speak.

Vesper's tail flicked behind him at her words, a frown curving on his snout as he tried to see himself taking care of someone in his family. His mind refused to form the image, so he gave up and refocused his attention on Appleswipe as she reprimanded Sunfire. To his dislike, Sunfire seemed to be headed their way now. Vesper readied himself to make hasty retreat, not being in the mood to deal with him yet, but Appleswipe was questioning him before he could go. Vesper's ear perked in mock surprise. "Oh, I've not introduced myself? How rude." The tom smiled softly with a hint of mischievous intent leaking into his voice. "I'm Vesper."

Vesper's smile widened slightly when she repeated after him, for once liking the sound of his own name. Other days he'd rather leave the speaker mute. Then he turned to watch Sunfire approach, ears twitching as she continued speaking. "No matter, I've already been out. We could share my thrush, though, if you would like?" His focus had returned to her expectantly, tail flicking towards the limp bird. He watched as she swatted at Sunfire, allowing himself an amused snort at the younger cat's misfortune and sour attitude. "So harsh." He murmurred, shaking his head as if shocked. Then chuckled, eyeing Sunfire and his catch. "At least you don't coddle them. Everyone in this clan are far too soft on their youth."

I s2g luna you make the cutest pixels.

Vesper's expression was pleased as he watched Sunfire's look of exasperation when Appleswipe accepted his own offer. Maybe Sunfire's sour attitude could be a source of entertainment as well. Vesper would like to see how far he could push the younger tom before he...did something drastic. After a moment more of thought, the gray-and-white tom's attention returned to his dinner partner as she was plucking the feathers from his thrush, commenting on the catch. "Where are his parents? Surely you have enough on your paws as it is?" Vesper mewed, tilting his head as he watched the feathers flutter away in the wind. Unintentionally, his gaze flickered to Appleswipe's round abdomen. He idly wondered how many kits she carried...and who's they were. Despite his curiosity, Vesper knew it wasn't his place to ask.

Vesper felt a bit of confusion after she was done with her little tale. So, they were dead. His tail flicked back and forth as he tried to gauge her mood. Maybe that wasn't a great question to start off with. "My apologies." He said after a while. He wasn't exactly sorry, but it had obviously hurt her to think about it, though he couldn't fathom why. His brothers and sisters had all died long ago, or left to make their own lives elsewhere like he. Vesper had never wanted to be close to his siblings, or cared what happened to their young. Maybe it was different for females. He mentally shrugged, pulling the forgotten bird close enough to tear the remaining feathers from its body and then pushing it back in her direction. "Here, ladies first." Vesper gave her an expectant (And maybe slightly hopeful) smile.