Posts by rebeliousmeow

[br]I am a scraggly furred she-cat with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and a torn right ear. I can't hunt very well, but I am a very good tree climber.
[br]My mother was killed by a coyote.

Weaselnose resembles exactly that... a weasel. As she slithers through the tall grass, looking for berries to eat. THEY cant run away from you. Plants dont run. she laughs aloud at the thought. she never had anyone to look after her... so she had always had to feed herself. This resulted in being smaller than most cats, but she was agile and wise for a season old. she were never really lonley, though. she always found ways to entertain herself. Like climbing trees, one of the few things Weaselnose was good at... no one ever taught her how to do things.

a loud "HeeHee!" travels from outside the barn. A thin, sillouette that resembled a weasel was jumping through a patch of small grass and rolling around meowing happily. It seemed to be a small she-cat the size of an apprentice...

The light brown She-cat pokes her head out of the grass and smiles at the cats. New friends! She never had many. Weaselnose scruches her tan nose, emphasizing the white streak running down it. "Hey guys! What are you doin'?" She wriggled over to them with berry juice on her muzzle, and smiled at the small kit. She remembered bein' that small... she never had alot.

"HOLY STARCLAN THERE ARE WOLVES!" a she-cat screeches from a ways away. She had been traveling, and her light brown fur (it resembles a Stoat((a weasel look it up )))didnt exactly help her blend with the white snow. She couldnt fend them her self... she was smaller than most cats. It didnt help that she was never taught how to fight and hunt...

Weaselnose crouches down so she can see eye to eye with the kit. She meows comfortingly "I'm Weaselnose. And, I suppose, I'm nobody. Dont be afraid, I wont hurt you... I have had my share of hurt already," the Stoat-resembling She-cat smiles gently at the kit and sits, looking down at it. "I know what your going through, and your lucky someone found you," She sadly smiles "No one helped me when I as orphaned. Trust me, its better when someone helps you."

She looks up at the hostile cat and smiles warmly. She introduces her self and apologizes for her rudeness.

Weaselnose turns back to the kit and smile. She was liked these cats already. She noticed how they all turned their attention to the orphaned kit. She looked at Blood, who had offered to help teach Ghost. She had never learned to hunt... or fight... she just hoped she wouldnt be required to do those things here. "Well, Ghost, My mother was killed by a cyote((however you spell it bluh )), and i never knew my papa," She hadnt known what Starclan was, either, until now. "You really do that?" Weaselnose said skeptically. She never knew cats healed each other... She didnt know anything about her own kind, which saddened her.

Weaselnose's mouth morphed into an 'O' as she came to realization.
"Thats pretty cool, and its very nice of you to help random cats you dont know,"

She laughs and bows her head at Shadow, feeling uneasy about the offer. "Erm, ok but I... uhm... I never really learned how... how to fight..." You shuffle your paws shyly. You also hadn't ever learned to hunt either... You looked up at all their faces, ashamed.

Weaselnose pins Ghost down softly to keep her from running in circles. "Woah woah woah! You seem confused! calm down! You can organize your thoughts better that way." She whispers to the flusterd kit. I was hard to keep the wriggling kit down though, because of her size. "My name is what it is because my mother named me... she told me before she died." Weaselnose shrugs and looks to Dewheart. "I would love to be trained! I need to learn to hunt and fight! I cant STAND living on berries anymore!"

Suddenly, Weaselnose's expressions turned confused. "Wait, why would your mother tell you the opposite of we they said? Is Starclan good or bad? What about the Dark Forest" She looks at the others for asistance.

Weaselnose looks at the cat called Blood. She causiously approaches him, but still confidently. She stops when her nose is about an inch and a half away from his. Her copper eyes burn into his, and her expression turns into mild suprise and expectance. "You are Blood, Correct? So, what is your story, Blood? What do you do? Why do you stay here if you could be else where and not listen to us?"

The She cat saw it in his eyes. She recognized t right off the bat. Weaselnose shook the suprise off of her face, and turned. She understood him... but she didnt want to... she turned and walked to a hole were she could look at the pretty scenery instead of his eyes... his sad eyes... "Where are we going to go?" You meow mindlessly.

As she shuffled her paws, then abruptly got up and went out of the barn. She needed to climb a tree... She ran up an oak and layed on a branch, and watched the world spin by. She need to set her thoughts straight...

Saughnters back into the barn and nods to Dewheart, Blood. and Ghost. "Hey guys..whats going on?"

Weaselnose gives a skeptical look. "Oh-kaay then... do you know where we're going yet?"

"Oh... ok..." Weaselnose mews. "So... when are we even leaving?" She looks at everyones face, searching for an answer. "Hey! are we gonna train? I think that'd be a good idea before we travel!" Finally, something to do. She was getting jumpy because she was so bored.

"Oh... hello... Hev.. right?" Weaselnose tilts her head curiously at the sudden excitment of the cat. She came to the conclusion that he sleeps alot :)

"Oh, well I had never been trained before, and neither has Ghost, so We were gonna do that..." she looks at her paws sensitively and flicks her tail. "I urm... never learned to hunt, either..." She murmers.

Weaselnose watched from behind her oak tree... No one had asked to help teach her... However, she watched Blood intently, her paws twitching, micking the movements in a tiny way. She felt her eyes dialate, and her ears prick and revolve. Before she knew it, she was stalking a small beetle, giggling happily.