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Post by nightwhisper on May 6, 2014 5:27:44 GMT
Whisper paced around the empty clearing, her thoughts swirling like the pool of water at her paws. She had nothing left. All of her tribe had left for a battle and never returned. She was alone and vulnerable. Her smooth silver fur glistened in the moonlight. Water dripped in the distance. All her tribe was gone. She needed to repeat it to make it true. All her tribe was gone. Without her tribe, she had nothing. No friends, no family, no chance. She would die alone. If only she could rebuild her tribe.m.
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Post by Horselover on May 6, 2014 15:39:17 GMT
(Cool! Great job for your first-sixth post.)
Sparrow was in a tree by the clearing, watching the she-cat, her amber eyes glowing.
(Sorry about the not-so-good post, I'll make another later.)
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Post by nightwhisper on May 6, 2014 23:14:28 GMT
( Thanks! And yours was good too) Whisper glanced over at Sparrow briefly before looking away again. She didn't dare approach the she-cat, let alone talk to her. She never spoke unless she was spoken to. She ached with loneliness, and stared at Sparrow longingly.
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Post by Horselover on May 7, 2014 2:31:56 GMT
Sparrow huffed. It looked like the cat needed a friend, so she nhopped down from her perch. "hello," she said.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 7, 2014 2:57:51 GMT
Whisper looked softly at the cat. "Hello," she said weakly, "I am Whisper of Rustling Leaves." She stared at the newcomer expectantly, waiting for their name. (sorry I just realized that Whisper shouldn't know Sparrow's name yet))
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Post by Horselover on May 7, 2014 4:07:22 GMT
(It's okay)
"I'm Sparrow of the Blue Skys," she said. "What tribe are you in?"
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Post by nightwhisper on May 7, 2014 4:09:35 GMT
"I was in Tribe of Dancing Flame, but now there is no tribe left." she murmured sadly. "What tribe are you in?"
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Post by Horselover on May 7, 2014 4:14:57 GMT
"I was in a tribe, long ago. Do you think......... nah," she said. They couldn't start a tribe on their own.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 7, 2014 4:25:28 GMT
"What? I'm open to suggestions. I have no other option." A shiver of excitement ran through her thin body. If Sparrow wanted to start a tribe, then she was in.
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Post by Horselover on May 7, 2014 15:33:18 GMT
"If we found more cats... more survivors... we could do it. We could start a tribe," the dark-brown she cat suggested nervously.
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Post by pineleopard on May 7, 2014 23:28:43 GMT
"what's a tribe?" a tawny brown she-cat poked her head out into the open from behind a bush. the she-cat had the pampered look and tangy scent of a kitty-pet. she stretched, the sunlight high-lighting her carefully groomed pelt. she could not be more than six moons old and yet her hazel eyes sparked with excitement and intellect.
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Post by Horselover on May 7, 2014 23:33:15 GMT
Sparrow took a moment to analyze the young cat, so quick you couldn't tell it had happened. "Who are you?" she asked, avoiding the question.
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Post by pineleopard on May 7, 2014 23:50:38 GMT
"my housefolk call me hazel," she replied cheerfully.
/rushed
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Post by Horselover on May 8, 2014 0:36:50 GMT
"Housefolk?" Sparrow said questioningly. "Oh." There was a note of sourness and disappointment in her voice. "Are you a kittypet? Do you still live with them?"
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Post by nightwhisper on May 8, 2014 2:32:38 GMT
Whisper grinned slightly, her smile masked with sadness. "It's like you read my mind," she said weakly, and, "you can stay here for now, if you like." The sun was sliding down the sky, and the moon took it's place among the stars. She stifled a yawn as she gestured towards a now vacant den.
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