Posts by Alias

Occ: The male cats would be the ones manipulated, but a male Dark Forest cat could manipulate Tarka. Sorry for taking over Featherpelt ^^ Just trying to create some drama

"Because it's gonna..." Tarka was cut off by a handsome dark male stepping through the shadows. "Oh..." she said, and felt him take hold of her. Tarka shook her head. "Stop it," she growled, but couldn't help staggering forwards.

Occ: Oh, that's okay then

Tarka blinked, and looked away. "Other way," she croaked. "The dream should only be one night. They don't like the sun. We need something bright."

Occ: I got to go now. I have school. I'll be back later to rp. Remember to survive ;)

"'Course," Tarka said, and waited for him to take his bite.

Occ: Alias was talking to Jet, don't worry xD

Alias crept up to the mole hill, and pressed his ears against the ground. No sound. It was alseep. But the scent was last night's, and fresh enough. He sprang up and jumped, disturbing the ground, then quickly pressed his ears against the ground again. A tiny scrambling sound darted off to his right, and he followed it, until it stopped. Now the mole was rigth below him. Alias moved further left, and started scratching the ground – this would scare the mole into going the other way. Sure enough, the scratching went the other way. Alias followed it, until finally, he started to dig. Now the mole would be stuck between him and the entrance. Alias dug until the ground gave way, and he reached in, causing the creature to evacuate it's den. He leapt, and caught it between his paws before dealing the death blow.

PS: Obviously this method wouldn't be effective in real life xD

Tarka woke soundlessly, and rose to her paws. She stretched, then licked her lips. She'd hadn't slept so well in ages. "Did I miss anything?" She murmured with a yawn.

Alias smiled warmly. "You're very kind, Blackpaw. Although I can't say I'll stay for long. There's much to do. Places to go. People to see. But if your leader allows it, I would be glad to stay for a while."

Mordred hovered above Assuri curiously, smelling Slash's scent. "What's going on?" He asked.

Tarka shook herself, coughing violently. When she finally caught her breath, she fixed her amber glare on the kti she'd rescued. "Where's your–" she coughed again. "Where's the other kid?" She muttered, and coughed some more.

3

Tarka started walking around, making pebble markers and choosing her route carefully.She could smell the sausages cooking. If only she could find them.

22

Tarka heard yowls from far off. "Yeah. You okay kid?" She added with a concerned look at him. "I'm Tarka. What's your name, fella?"

4

Tarka padded round a corner, and saw a grey pebble on the floor. She'd been this way before, so she doubled up and tried a new route.

23

Tarka found dropped another pebble at a fork in the path. She went left. Dead end. She went right, and the smell got stronger. She followed it eagerly.

24

Tarka turned around. Now there were three routes. Great. She only had two pebbles left. She put on by the entrance to the first one and went down. She kept twisting and turning until it came to a dead end. She back tracked and went through the second one. Two more routes. She went back to check out the third one, which lead to more paths. She decided to go through the seocn done and picked up the pebble. She had two.

25

Tarka found herself facing two more paths. She looked at her two pebbles uneasily, and went down one without marking the area with a pebble. She came to a curve in the path and went around. A small narrow route to her left, and a longer down straight again. She went down the smaller route. Dead end. She returned, went down the long one. Dead end. Great. She went back up the route and came out to a fork. She sighed. She'd forgotton which one she hadn't gone through yet.

26

Tarka went straight. It was a long time before she got to the end of the route and saw a small marked pebble. Typical. She raced back again, and remembered which one she went through. She travelled down the path she hadn't taken yet. A bend to the left. She went down it. It went like this; left, right, left, left, right. She spotted a grey pebble. How did that happen?

27

Alias smiled. "I bet you've never tried mole before. Do you want to try?" He pushed it over to her. He was still smiling when he saw a transparent white figure behind the trees. Snow.
"Special to you, isn't she?" Snow said in a ghostly whisper. Alias went cold.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said. When he blinked, Snow disappeared. She was never there. Then he realised that Grayheart heard him.

Tarka went all the way back until she found an unexplored path. She sighed, gave her fur – which was covered in corn seeds – a few licks, and sprinted down it, kicking up dust. It went left. She kepting running. Then a large opening with an arch over it saying "Congratulations!" appeared on her right. She grinned, and stepped through it.

28

Tarka crept up to the food stall guy who was cooking sausages. She sneaked up under the stall and with one claw, dragged an already cooked sausage out of a white porcelain plate. It was warm. She carried it off in a hurry.

29

Alias looked at her for a long time, wondering if he should tell her the truth. "I-it's Snow. I see her sometimes. She says something to me, then she disappears." He hung his head. "I know it's not real. But... she's still alive... somewhere in the Misty Mountains." His claws dug into the earth guiltily. "I think she's angry at me for leaving her."