Posts by Tilther

The black kit's eyes flattened. She wasn't expecting those cats to show so much kidness toward her, and purred gratefully at the other kit.

Piccolo flew toward the Saiyans. He couldn't find anyone else, and that was worrying him a quite bit. "Hey guys" he said approaching, "What did I miss? Can't feel Babidy anymore."

Piccolo looked back at Vegeta. "Good job whoever killed it. And I see you're back to normal, too." said, then folded his arms, looking thoughtfully. "No matter how hard I tryied, there's no sign of the others Z warriors. then looked back at Vegeta. "Where the hell did they all go?"

Piccolo was still looking thoughtfully. "You know, looks like everyone wants to get their hands on this utterly insignicant little blue green planet. I don't get why, actually. But I have a sense of foreboding; you know, peace looks like to last not more than a few years here."

Piccolo couldn't stand that awkward silence anymore and said, "You know, I think I'll just go meditating 'til the doom or whatever." then flew off toward some wasteland.

Piccolo landed in some wasteland and sat midair, arms still folded, and began to clear his mind. There was something bothering him. And not only his sense of foreboding, he always had that. It was true, however, that since he lived Earth had been somewhat in danger. Earth, or some Earthlings anyway.
It wasn't that bothering him, actually.
It took some time to him to realize, and suddenly widen his eyes: "Just for HOW MUCH time have I been dead?" he thought. Alright, he was a Namekian, but everyone else could have died of old age - but Vegeta and Goku, Saiyans. Then he thought of Trunks and realized that he was still a teenager. Piccolo frowned. He wasn't going to understand time, so he told himself "I am just pretending everyone went on a trip."
Everything stood quiet for a minute around Piccolo, only the wind daring to interrupt this silence and giving an excuse for Piccolo's mantle to wave.
A minute of perfect silence.
Only a minute.
Then in the air around Piccolo echoed a shout, clearly his voice: "DAMN, I'M LONELY!"
Surely no one heard it but Piccolo himself anyway, since he was miles away from every other living being that wasn't an insect.

[OOC: We have to find some plot or this will get boring! Any ideas?]

[OOC: Or make a new one ò3ò! Old ones should all be, like, dead.]

[Sorry guys, haven't been home for some days Dx recap? :3]

The kit yawned, curled up and began to sleep.

[...Why the hell did I just miss this D: Nice job, especially with the Evil Guy's name. LOL]

[Good job, hope we can get up to something alike again :)]

Piccolo woke up in the wasteland. He felt like he was missing something or whatever, but couldn't tell what. Since he had been bought back to life he felt that there was something missing, something wrong. He groaned and looked around. Whatever.

[Are you Meadowchill, too?]

The kit groaned: she couldn't sleep. She was way too curious about the surrondings and the new scents.

The she-kit purred curiously, her ears pricked and whiskers twitching at the sight of another kit.

The black she-kit was so curious that couldn't wait for the other kit's answer.

[OOC: This is getting dead XD]

Realizing the cat couldn't find what she was looking for, the kit meowed "Can I help you?"

[Sorry, been quite inactive. My bad.]

The kit leaped away from the place she was resting and started to search for seeds like the one described by the warrior. She put her nose everywhere and searched in every little hole with the curiosity that only kits can have. After some time and some sneezes from dust and herbs, a triumphant kit yowl sounded in the den. "Poppy seeds! Are these poppy seeds?" the kit was prodding a little mound of small black seeds on a large leaf. The kit was clearly excited and her tail flickered impatiently.

The kit smiled at the warrior, her eyes wide open. "I must admit that I feel better. It's nice here. Did you say it was the... medicine cat's den?"

The kit glanced at the warrior again. "So if I got it right, the medicine cat is someone who helps cats who are injuried... What do you usually do?"

The kit sure was amazed. "So you live in a clan and are a warrior... Ya're a kind warrior. What's your name? asked at last. She wanted to know how she had to call the warrior she was now admiring and rispecting more than any other cat in the forest.

The kit was getting more and more interested about what Meadowchill was saying. "That's a nice name! And wow, there is a leader! Can I see him? Can I see him?"
Ah, kits. Always so enthusiastic about everything.