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Barncat
Jul 5, 2013 16:38:13 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 5, 2013 16:38:13 GMT -5
To say she was unhappy was an understatement. An increasing number of cats had been trailing into her territory. She drove off who she could, but they kept coming. Did they think that it was an easy life here? The prey wasn't that plentiful. Sashiya was stuck hunting in the barn, something she wasn't overly fond of. She had to come back to get food if she decided that she didn't want to be around the twolegs and their horses.
Growling to herself about cats that refused to mind their own business Sashiya had picked out a rock and perched on it. Her ears flicked occasionally as she listened to what was around her. She didn't smell any cats in the area currently. Perhaps she'd get a break for a time. She didn't close her eyes quite yet, wanting to make sure she wouldn't be caught off guard.
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Barncat
Jul 6, 2013 10:13:15 GMT -5
Post by gray on Jul 6, 2013 10:13:15 GMT -5
Some days, it was pleasant to get as far away from camp as possible—without intruding upon other Clans’ territories, of course. Then, he would have an army trying to rip the fur off his back, not that he wasn’t used to it or anything, but it was generally frowned upon for the medicine cat apprentice to come to blows with another cat. A lithe gray shape sprinted on light paws across the fields outside a large barn that had long since been claimed by loners. If an observer were to peer intently, it would become clear that the lithe gray shape was a long-legged ash-colored cat, and that ahead of the cat pelted a large rabbit.
Cinderfoot propelled his body forward, the rabbit’s white tail flashing and bobbing as it bounded across the fields. He cut to the side a little ways and gained a little on the rabbit. Its long legs pushed it forward in fast leaps. The gray tom, determined to catch the rabbit, managed an extra burst of speed, now practically flying across the fields with his paws just skimming the ground. At last, he sprang at the rabbit and brought it down, snapping its neck. It was a rather neat kill with very little mess or blood, in a huge contrast to his usual kills—violent, bloody, shredded. He never brought those back to camp; a mangled piece of prey was sure to raise a few questions, especially considering the healer had brought it back. No, better to keep those to himself. Besides, he had to eat to and he was under no obligations to bring back prey. I’m not a warrior anymore, he reminded himself.
A sudden searing prick alerted Cinderfoot to the presence of another cat. He felt the intensity of someone’s eyes sweeping over the land, over him, even if they didn’t specifically notice him. It was probably one of the loners living in the barn. Pondering whether to eat this catch or bring it back to camp, he decided to let the stranger come to him. He had no desire to make friends. This rabbit was intact and plump, and much too large for him to finish on his own. He sat down and began grooming himself. The stranger had until he finished his wash before he would leave. Unless, of course, he scented another rabbit.
word count // 397 ooc comments // hello there!(: tags // sheepy
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Barncat
Jul 11, 2013 14:14:48 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 11, 2013 14:14:48 GMT -5
The sound of a quick tussle drew her attention. It could have just been a couple rabbits, or more likely a mouse. It didn't make much noise. Still she straightened up straining to look over to where the sound had come from. Her ears trained forward as she realized there was a cat there. Her tail swished in annoyance. What was up with these cats lately? Normally there weren't nearly as many coming near the barn. They had other places to roam and were content to stay a fair distance away.
Dropping down she made her way towards the cat. A quick sniff confirmed it was a tom, one that was well fed. A rabbit was there as well, freshly killed. That must have been what she'd heard. Lowering her head she sniffed at the rabbit eyes on the tom. Settling down into a half crouch she stared at the male as he groomed himself. "Why are you here?" She'd chase him off if she could.
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Barncat
Jul 12, 2013 9:20:15 GMT -5
Post by gray on Jul 12, 2013 9:20:15 GMT -5
There was no need to wait for very long; Cinderfoot soon heard the light pattering of footsteps coming his way. He inhaled, scenting a she-cat. She was definitely a loner. She smelled of the barn and had a slight reek of Twoleg about her—faint, but still noticeable. She approached him and crouched to sniff at the rabbit, but kept her gaze fixed on him. “Why are you here?”
[/I] she asked in a somewhat less-than-friendly tone. Cinderfoot stopped grooming himself and snapped a cold gaze in the she-cat’s direction. She was a short-furred brown tabby, not exactly beautiful or particularly alluring but still oddly striking. Her stripes were bold and clearly marked against her much lighter fur. Hmm, if I’m in the mood for a little fun once I learn her name, he mused. For now, however, he was irritated. Not that that was abnormal; Cinderfoot was, as a general rule, nearly always irritated. “Did I say you could touch my prey?” he snapped. He didn’t appreciate others nosing in where they didn’t belong. The rabbit very clearly belonged to him, considering he had caught and killed it. He didn’t care one bit if the tabby loner lived in the barn; she hadn’t caught the rabbit, therefore it wasn’t hers. It was a small issue, really, since Cinderfoot could easily catch another two or three before returning to camp, but to him, the principal of the matter was vital. He stuck out a paw and dragged it closer to him while he answered the she-cat’s earlier question. “I am here,” he said, “simply because I can be here.” There really was no other reason to it. He simply had no herbs that needed collecting today and had been feeling antsy, so he had gotten up early and left camp before Barkface could rope him into staying in camp all day. He was going to spend the day roaming and hunting, maybe pick up an herb if he saw something worthwhile, and return long after the sun set. Anyways, WindClan frequently hunted out here. It wasn’t his fault if some loner got her fur ruffled by it. Besides, if she became too obnoxious, he could always just rip her fur out. word count // 372 ooc comments // none tags // sheepy [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Barncat
Jul 12, 2013 13:04:24 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 12, 2013 13:04:24 GMT -5
The cold gaze didn't distract her. As far as she was concerned that was a perfectly normal response when coming across another cat when she wasn't in heat. Cats could live in groups, but she preferred being on her own and not having to deal with others tramping around what she considered her area. The sharp snap in his words had her bristling tail moving faster behind her. "Did I say you could hunt on my grounds{/b]" The rabbit might be his catch, but it came from her land. He had no business being here and taking what didn't belong to him.
She took in his scent, recognizing the same faint scent that turned up on most of the cats that had come up here recently. It was a group moving into the area. Her hackles raised at the thought of the group coming in here and chasing her off her land. The rabbit was moved closer to the tom a fact that she took in while she studied him. There was an arrogance to him that she didn't always see. It matched the cold tone of his voice. Sashiya wasn't arrogant. She was proud of her ability to hold onto the area for herself however and wasn't too pleased with others coming in here and testing it.
"Do I need to mark more clearly? This is mine. Tell your friends to stay out."
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Barncat
Jul 13, 2013 18:15:18 GMT -5
Post by gray on Jul 13, 2013 18:15:18 GMT -5
It was with considerable amusement that Cinderfoot observed the tabby’s bristling tail, which was whipping back and forth like a snake about to strike. Cinderfoot had once watched a snake go to strike, and it had been a quick and tense couple of moments. The bitten cat had died, since the snake was poisonous, but it had been fascinating to the gray tomcat the way the venom moved through the system so quickly. He wished there was a way of getting others bitten, just for the purpose of observing the phenomenon that was snake venom, and maybe develop a way to counteract it. As far as he knew, no one ever bitten by a poisonous snake had lived. Those fangs injected the venom too far in with those puncture wounds, and punctures were so very difficult to disinfect.
“Did I say you could hunt on my grounds?”
[/I] Showing his teeth in a faint snarl of warning, Cinderfoot held his ground. The land definitely wasn’t hers. She might live in the barn—which she was certainly welcome to, no sensible Clan cat would ever get caught within five or six fox-lengths of the place –but she had no rights to the fields surrounding the barn. At the very biggest stretch of claim, she had no more rights than WindClan did when it came to hunting there. Flicking the tip of his tail dismissively, he replied, “Sweetheart, I find no scent markings of yours—I always remember a scent. In fact, the only markers I smell are—” he made a show of sniffing the air and widening his eyes in mock astonishment, “WindClan’s! Well, what do you know!” Although not hungry, he pointedly bit into the rabbit and took his time before swallowing. “One little kitty like you isn’t all that impressive,” he said patronizingly. “Anyways, that barn isn’t yours. Plenty of others have passed through here—and will continue to do so.” Giving the she-cat a flinty stare, he took another bite of rabbit. He would just work extra hard to catch two or three others before returning to camp. word count // 349 ooc comments // none tags // sheepy [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Barncat
Jul 15, 2013 14:35:44 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 15, 2013 14:35:44 GMT -5
She watched slowly readying herself. She wasn't impressed with this cat's attitude. If he wasn't going to be reasonable she'd take him out. The detriment about Windclan claiming the area only made her angrier. As his head dipped down for the second bite she pounced claws extended. The lowered position gave her a chance to twist to get at his side her claws swiping at him.
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Barncat
Jul 17, 2013 21:06:36 GMT -5
Post by gray on Jul 17, 2013 21:06:36 GMT -5
Some days, he really needed a little encounter like this. He got antsy, sitting in camp and healing others. He wanted to deal damage, get into fights, and defend the honor of his Clan. He may have no idea who his parents are, but that would never stop him from feeling pride in WindClan. Even if it turned out his parents were a ShadowClan rat and a crazed BloodClan rogue, he would always be WindClan raised and trained. Even more important than the lesson about the power of mercilessness had been learning about honor and the workings of debt-and-repayment—and the ash-colored tom owed to WindClan as a whole more than any other being or entity in this world. At heart, he was no healer and no amount of training would make him anything more or less than a vicious and determined warrior. When the tabby she-cat pounced, Cinderfoot’s mouth curled into an amused and humorless smile. Shall I play the game, or start my own? He raised his head before eating again, a little jerk of a motion. He was, admittedly, a little bit surprised—he hadn’t pegged the brown tabby to be quite this bold. However, it was, after all, a rather understandable reaction and one that he could connect well with.
He stepped calmly out of the way after her claws left a bloody furrow from the top of his head down towards the bridge of his nose. Flicking his ears, Cinderfoot asked with warped enjoyment, “Now, why would you do a silly thing like that, sweetheart? You never know when someone else might…” he made a feint for the she-cat, “pounce back!” He let out a dark little laugh, very much enjoying his own game. Cinderfoot took another bite of rabbit. “Hmm, and to think I could have offered to share… this rabbit ’til its bones were bare!” He had an affinity for dark little rhymes and his twisted little jokes. He loved plays on words and twisting phrases until wrong was right and the sky was beneath his paws.
No one was certain where Cinderfoot got his enjoyment of word games from, because his warrior mentor had been very straightforward, and his medicine cat mentor just wasn’t that astute. Barkface was smart, but blunt and direct. It seemed that Cinderfoot had developed that particular bit of his personality all on his own—the crafty, unpredictable part. He really wasn’t a pleasant cat; it was a wonder he was still allowed to be part of a functioning society with others. The funniest thing was that Cinderfoot considered himself to be perfectly normal—driven, if a bit aggressive –but normal.
He repeated the same action of dipping his head to take another bite—the rabbit was nearly half-gone now –but with so much more enjoyment, and just a little bit of spite.
word count // 478 ooc comments // I’ve never portrayed this side of his personality before, I love this(: tags // sheepy
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Barncat
Jul 18, 2013 15:41:49 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 18, 2013 15:41:49 GMT -5
OOC: he's really cool Her claws struck tearing across his face. He neatly stepped to the side leaving her without a chance to follow up with an immediate second attack. Her tail lashed behind her as she crouched watching him for a chance to strike again. She did not care for this cat being here, pushing her around and claiming that he was in charge. His careless reaction, as if the scent of his own blood in the air and having it run down his face didn't bother him, irritated her even further. Was he not taking her seriously? She was dead serious about wanting him gone, out of here. At the feint Sashiya leaped back bristling. The laugh earned a long hiss from her realizing that he was just toying with her. " I wouldn't even take one bite. Not with it's meat filled with such spite." She moved closer and lashed out with her claws to strike him in the side. She didn't have patience for his game.
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Barncat
Jul 20, 2013 9:40:32 GMT -5
Post by gray on Jul 20, 2013 9:40:32 GMT -5
He laughed a little when the tabby she-cat leapt back. “Jumpy, are we? No need to be.” She hissed and responded with a condescending, “I wouldn’t even take one bite, not with its meat filled with such spite.”
[/I] She tried to launch at him again, but this time, the gray tom was ready. He sidestepped easily—loners had such poor form, especially compared to the easy grace and instinctive response that warriors had ingrained in them. There just was no good way to teach a loner anything, such a shame really—some of them had such spirit and would make wonderful warriors. They were just too stubborn, though, set against others and even at time against the concept of Clans in general. Cinderfoot met her gaze with his pale green eyes. “Sweetheart, why not? You play this game so well.” He slunk around to her other side, pale eyes glimmering with dark amusement. “It seems such a shame to think you might not fall under my spell.” He dipped into an easy, sinuous stretch, narrowing his eyes. He knew she would try to land a blow on him again. The tabby’s tendency for the action had become apparent all too quickly, making her very predictable. Just like Mousedapple. Although, the tabby loner’s brand of predictability was far more his type—a little scuffle did no harm. It had been a while since he had played a game like this with anyone, and he wasn’t keen to let it end so soon. Mousedapple had been an easy target—she already liked him to begin with, even if she was more in love with the idea of how she saw him rather than him as himself. He was okay with that, though, she was just another playing piece and she could love whatever she thought she saw. It made no difference to the gray tomcat. Anyways, all it took for Mousedapple to become ensnared was a sly little compliment—just two little phrases, and she though she’d reeled him in. She would be in for a very nasty surprise. This loner, on the other hand, may present a challenge. Cinderfoot was always up for a challenge. word count // 364 ooc comments // none tags // sheepy [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Barncat
Jul 24, 2013 20:09:35 GMT -5
Post by Sashiya on Jul 24, 2013 20:09:35 GMT -5
She wasn't nearly as certain as him about that fact. He could be saying it just to get her off guard, then kill her. Her experience hadn't lead her to believe that coexistence with others was short of violent. Most times when she met another cat she was fighting or hiding. There were a few times when she was more open to company, but the majority of those times had to do with her going into heat, making the rare moments when she herself was open to company even more rare than that.
The easy sidestep rankled her. Sashiya wasn't an amateur at fighting. She hadn't had any formal training but she'd never thought that was necessary when she learned by being in battle. He shouldn't be able to get around her so easily. That he was only made her even more uneasy than before uncertain what to make of his movement. Was he just teasing her, waiting for her to stop? Like when she toyed with a mouse, letting it pretend it could escape and cutting it just short of running to safety.
His narrowed eyes kept her where she was watching him for an opening now. It was pointless to waste her energy when she didn't have a chance of landing a blow. A better opportunity would present itself. It always did eventually. She twisted as he moved around her tail lashing as she watched his hind legs. If he kept turning he'd be just in range for her to hook his back leg, perhaps tear into it. He stopped before she had the chance leaving her ready to flee at a moment's notice. "I trust very few. Why should one be you?" Her mind was quick enough to keep up with his game.
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