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Post by gemini on Aug 1, 2018 10:29:30 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy This, this was his first adventure beyond the human's domain, beyond the safety of their weird speech, their lack of trucks or firesticks, their lack of stilt homes with splintery siding. He still hadn't gotten used to the pristine conditions of everything, or the quietness of it all, despite just how long he'd been living with them. He still missed the chirp of cicadas, the birdcalls, the ever-present breathing of the swamps. He still missed the noise of the city, the liveliness, the music, the food-smells, the 'shops' that kept their doors open, and greeted him with pets and treats when he strutted in like the cock of the walk. Wishing and pining did no good though, and he'd accepted that he'd never get to go home. This place was home now, even if it was so different from the place that he loved. There were still things to love about the place he lived in now though. The human was kind, he was fed good - mostly pellets, but sometimes he got the treat of the human food - and he was free to roam as he wished. Frankly, Mitch took full advantage of his ability to roam, walking far and wide to see what this place had to offer. He'd figured out the hub of humans. He'd heard talk of wild cats in the woods, and this had peaked his curiosity. He'd heard that they were ferocious and mean, but this possibility didn't deter him from wanting to see and to know. Which, lead him to where he was now. Massive pine trees towered over him and the ground beneath his paws was covered in their needles. Birdsong filled the air, and he could no longer smell the human-scent. When he'd entered the forest, he'd noticed a line of scent markers, creating a barrier that perhaps should have put him on edge. Instead, though, it gave him a sense of certainty towards him hopefully getting to see what these wild cats were about! He kept moving on, walking quickly, tail up, but flicking to the side in order to keep himself balanced. His front leg moved beneath him in an easy rhythym that he'd long since figured out, able to walk as fast as any cat. His head turned about on his shoulders, his empty shoulder twitching once more to keep the balance as he looked around with curiosity and defiance tangoing in his eyes. "Come out, come out, whereever y' ar' wild kits," he spoke cheerfully to the trees, wondering how long he'd have to wander before he met someone. "speak"
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Post by fiery on Aug 3, 2018 6:24:45 GMT -5
for a good while, the thunderclan warrior had been tracking this odd smell, his hairs prickling and his gaze hard. he'd stayed a good few minutes away, constantly checking the breeze and dipping himself in mud and wild onion and garlic clusters to hide his smell.
the look of defiance in this cat was enough to deter him from getting too close, but didn't stop him from trailing behind.
by his scent, he was a house cat. an adventurous one at that. it wasn't normal for house pets to travel so far into clan territory, especially cats who were usually much smarter and cautious than other human beasts. still, it happened every so often, and thunderclan was usually subjected to these intrusions, for they were closer to the human settlements than the other clans.
he wondered, what would draw a feline so far from his cozy, kitty pet home? the slender warrior immediately suspected betrayal, that a warrior of his own clan had been meeting with this cat and drawing him in closer to thunderclan's heartland; but as he observed, it became more apparent that this cat wasn't searching for anything. curious, was he? he'd show him something to be curious about, he was sure.
as the cat slowed for a moment, snakinggrass took the opportunity to gain a few paces and really get a look at this cat. taking to the trees, he scaled a few burly pines and slunk along their narrow branches. god, he hated pines. they were soft, but that didn't make them much easier to climb. sure, drawing your nails down them might be fun and pleasing, but it wasn't so pleasing trying to scale them and navigate their narrow, downward pacing branches.
he stopped, a good few yards above the cat, and squinted at him. he began moving lower down the towering trees as the tom cats voice drifted upward. his call was easy, although slightly impatient, and considerably laid back. he had to either be the stupidest cat snakinggrass had ever observed, or incredibly bold.
"come out, wildkits!!" he hummed, simultaneously prompting snakinggrass's nose to twitch in irritation and pulled a wide grin along his maw.
the cat cleared his throat quietly from above, and stretched his jaw. he squinted his eyes, lifted his head, and envisioned a lion as he let out his most convincing roar. his screeching caterwaul was enough to send a few birds flapping away, but sounded much more glorious in his head than in reality.
he shook out his dirt caked tail, letting the debris rain down and disturb a few previously unwavering branches. the pines fluttered and rattled, perhaps creating the illusion of mystery as to were he was. he felt very clever, a wide grin on his maw, and leaned forward to few the cat's reaction from the trees. his tail wasn't nearly prehensile, but he managed to curl it around the branch he was occupying for extra grip. he didn't want to slip out of the tree and embarrass himself after creating this scene.
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gemini
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Post by gemini on Aug 5, 2018 19:05:05 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy The taunt seemed to draw whatever Mitch was looking for out from the shadows. Although, he honestly thought at first that it was a bird and paid little mind to the noise he’d heard before it. He glanced up at the sudden sound, his whiskers twitching slightly. “Aye, their ain't no swamp-birds here! Shoo, lil mockin’ bird,” he called out, giving a small laugh. Yellow eyes glanced up at the pine branches reaching above, gazing at them curiously. His head tilted to the side when he noticed dirt falling from the branches, raining down. Mitch twitched his ears, and lowered his hindquarters to the ground, curling his tail lightly around his back legs. He sat up, letting his front leg tuck against his body, balancing fully on his back legs, the muscles in his lower body working expertly to keep him steady. He tilted his head up, looking around with an obvious curiosity in his eyes. “Tweet-tweet,” he called out, studying the branches intently. He didn’t see anything, and after giving a sniff, couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary either. Although… The more Mitch thought about it, perhaps he shouldn’t have been smelling garlic and mud floating down from a tree. His whiskers twitched in amusement. “Whoeva y’all ar’, ya stink,” he stated blatantly, before he gave a huff of a laugh, lowering onto his front leg before standing up, and beginning to move on. His tail gave a taunting wave, wondering if whatever was watching him could see, and understand. He came to a fallen log, giving a sniff to it before hopping up onto it, and moving to stand with his front leg perched triumphally on a knot. He looked around, taking everything in, a little saddened that he hadn’t yet stumbled onto any of these wild cats. The more he thought about the previous moments though, the more he began to think that perhaps it was another cat. ’Let ‘em come! Hidin’ in them trees like pansies.’"speak" fiery
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Post by fiery on Aug 5, 2018 22:50:28 GMT -5
the warrior observed the tri-ped as he sat cutely up on his hind legs, starring into the trees with unwavering eyes. snakinggrass blinked, surprised. most kitty pets, while inherently curious, were scared of even the slightest noise in the woods. a cracking branch, an angry crow, a tumble of rocks- all were sounds elusive enough to spook a house pet and send them running back home. but not this one. the white warrior began to think for a moment, that this was no ordinary pet. perhaps he had underestimated the tom cat. as the tri-ped moved along, letting out a snarky comment to which snakinggrass was both offended and amused, the warrior cat dropped down from the trees quietly and followed after.
his slinking body snaked quietly through the bushes and debris, stopping only when the pet did. the black tom cat leapt upon a fallen log, looking triumphant.
thinking that maybe now was his chance, the thin white male wiggled his haunches and pounced with thunderclan expertise. he barrelled at the pet, his claws outstretched but not in hopes to harm. no, he only hoped to get the black tri-ped on his back and render him defenseless. maybe then, he could find out what this cat was after, or at least scare him away from thunderclan territory.
for now, he was soaring through the air. rolling...
idk if you like doing dice but i think its pretty fun so i figured i'd just roll some attacks and defenses! if you're not down for dice then just ignore these n ill go w the flow snakinggrass's defense: 7 snakinggrass's attack: 1
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gemini
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Post by gemini on Aug 8, 2018 20:19:10 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy Had Mitch been paying absolute attention to his surroundings, or even looked up far enough, he would have seen the white coat of whom was watching him from the cover of pine branches. But no, he didn’t and therefore continued on. On his perch, the tom looked around curiously, observing the world around him. He could hear birds singing in the trees, although not incredibly close. This, Mitch knew was simply because he was there – birds weren’t stupid for all the ‘bird-brains’ he’d insulted and heard insulted. The trees towered over his head, reaching up towards the sky, their branches seeming to stroke the blue and white of the sky, with needle-leaves. From time to time, he’d see a bird shoot past, a black spot moving through the sky with a flurry of movement and then a stillness of outspread wings. Mitch’s ear twitched, but before he could fully turn his head, something – someone – plowed into him full force. His balance was thrown off, and he tumbled off of the log with the other cat on top of him. He ended up with his spine pressed against a root barely sticking out of the ground. Mitch remembered briefly the fights with other no-home cats of the bayou people. He let out a screech, his hind legs beginning to kick furiously, perhaps stronger than most others since his hind legs compensated with holding more than they would have if he had had another leg. His front leg reached out, clawing, hoping to snag fur and clutch the other to him. “Bo! Get t’hell offa me!” Mitch spat, giving a good hard kick with his hind legs, hoping to hit the other square in the belly since he was on top of him. "speak" fiery
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Post by fiery on Aug 9, 2018 19:39:19 GMT -5
as he slammed into the cat, knocking him to the ground, snakinggrass used his tail to balance behind him and did his best to get a hold on the tri-ped. while his ears were flattened tight to his head to protect them, mitchell's yowls still prodded his eardrums and deafened them for the moment.
he kinked his back, arching his stomach high up to brace against the incoming pummel of feet against his soft lower belly. the few frantic kicks that managed to nick his inner belly surprised him in their ferocity, punching his insides swiftly and with power.
the kitty pets single front paw swatted at his muzzle, smacking him in the face before he lifted his head out of range, but then proceeded to rip white fur from snakinggrass's neck.
a loud growl rose in his throat and he yowled back, hissing at the intruder and trying to find a place for his paws to sit on the tri-peds neck and chest so he could hold him down. before he could, two firm kicks flew into his stomach and sent him a full yard away. the air in his lungs seemed to fly in another direction, and he slammed on his side, dirt and pine needles kicking up around him.
though winded, snakinggrass rebounded quickly and was on his feet in a moment.
the tom cat hacked, sucking in breaths, and burned his golden gaze into the intruder.
the warrior shook out his dirt caked pelt, sending crumbles of dust rolling from his white fur. he turned his flank and sunk low to the ground, his eyes intense, and let out a wordless hiss, pearly white teeth flashing in the light.
the first thing he noticed when he regained his senses was how truly heavy this cats accent was. kitty pets didn't usually sound such a way; so where had this one come from? the idea that humans and house pets existed even beyond the people settlements, instead of wilderness and animals, disturbed him.
the second thing he noticed was that this cat wasn't only fearless, but he was strong. while he was a light warrior, and had been thrown soaring through the air by strong hindlegs many times before, this cat was lacking a limb.
most cats he knew of with crippled or missing legs were tossed into the elders den or popped into the medicine hut. it certainly wasn't every day that snakinggrass met a disabled cat who could fend off a full fledged warrior.
despite his urge to launch himself at the intruder once more, the warrior moved his lifted forepaw back to the ground, and planted himself firmly on the earth beneath him. his hackles screamed uncontrollably, bristling along his back, and his eyes were slits while his pupils were huge.
"you're on thunderclan territory; you're lucky i haven't killed you yet." he warned, unsure where he was going. "state your business."
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gemini
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Post by gemini on Aug 10, 2018 8:55:34 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy In the short scuffle, Mitch felt a few blows land with claws out on his pelt, cutting through to his skin. He could feel small scratches blossom and start to bleed. He panicked slightly when he felt paws start to be placed around his neck, which had been the initial cause of the good hard kick up that he’d given. When the weight of the other tom was thrown off of him, Mitch rolled, tail twitching about to create balance as he scrambled to his paws. His claws stayed out as he watched the other flounder, winded, but quickly recovered onto his paws. He glared at the white tom, tail lashing, back arched and his fur fluffed up. Although, as he watched, the other seemed to relax a little, thinking better of coming back for more. ’That’s right! Don’t tussle with me like that! This swamp-boy will give ya the what’s what!’ Mitch thought defiantly, giving a quiet growl before he shook himself, forcing his fur to lay flat. He still kept an eye on the tom though, knowing full well that these wild cats may not adhere to the same set of standards he was used to. If they lost a squabble, would they come back, or keep a sense of respect, and accept that things were fine and done with? He wasn’t sure, but he figured he was damn well about to find out. His tail lashed, and his eyes glittered with adrenaline pumping in his veins. “You’re on Thunderclan territory; you’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet. State your business.” Mitch tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Thunderclan? Is that one of them wild-cat groups I keep hearin’ ‘bout? ‘N’ killed me?! Bo, ya had y’er ass handed t’ ya by a cat who went ‘n’ lost a leg t’ a gator hook! Y’ ain’t tough!” He had a grin on his features as he spoke, his back still arched just a little. “I just wanted t’ go ‘n’ explore. I ain’t touchin’ y’er food or nothin.’ Wanted t’ see what’s the deal.”"speak" fiery
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Post by fiery on Aug 11, 2018 7:58:21 GMT -5
while the black, fluffed-up tom calmed down, snakinggrass drew his claws through the needles lining the ground. his golden eyes flickered.
he missed most of what the tri-ped mustered, 'thunderclan? who i keep hearing about?' and then something about losing a leg and getting his arse handed to him. he snickered, the hackles on his neck bristling. "yea, let's just pretend, little house boy." he mumbled lowly, more to himself than mitchell. as the tom continued, his slang became more understandable. while it was hardly offensive, it was enough to make snakinggrass bristle and get his warrior blood pumping.
"exploring?" he sneered, spitting like there was poison on his tongue. "that's the last excuse you'd wanna use for trespassing on clan territory! doesn't matter if you've touched our prey or not." the white tom, now angry, took a step forward.
"thunderclan is no place for exploring, certainly not to a house toy. out here, we fight to survive. every single day. your exploring is making it that much harder for us. if you're looking for fun, kitty-boy, you'd best get moving. this is no place for pets." the tom squinted, his tail lashing. he should've known he would've gotten upset, talking with those who didn't understand clan life always aggravated him. in his mind, only thunderclan was entitled to this land.
his defensive nature was nothing new, and sharp as ever, lashing like his tail and screaming like his hackles. he fumed. kitty pets just didn't get it.
a single brow peaked on his forehead, and he opened his mouth for a moment, then hesitantly closed it. the white warrior starred at the cat, telling himself the strength he saw before him was nothing compared to the strength needed to become a warrior. he kept himself from saying anything more.
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Post by gemini on Aug 21, 2018 11:22:45 GMT -5
MITCHELL the homegrown bayou boy He heard the other tom mutter something, but couldn’t quite distinguish what he’d said. Mitch tilted his head slightly to the side before he lashed his tail. “Didn’t y’er mamma ‘er tell ya not t’ mutter? It’s rude,” he chided the other as he would a kit who’d gone and broke the general understanding of not being ‘rude,’ although the definition for each unit tended to be a little different, didn’t it? Perhaps what Mitch heard wasn’t considered rude in this Thunderclan’s way of life. If it wasn’t, he decided, then that was a damn shame and he figured that it must lead to quite a few fights amongst family members. Did they squabble often? Did they smack each other with unsheathed claws? He moved forward a little, letting a grin dance on his face at the other’s offence at his exploring. “Well, don’t much care ‘bout tresspassin’. Kiss my ass, wild kitty,” he chuckled, eyes glittering with the joy of pure defiance. “If y’ wanna go ‘n’ remember, I threw ya. Took ya on just fine when ya went ‘n’ threw yer-self at me like a little love struck girl,” Mitch’s whiskers twitched as the other took a step forward. “Shoo,’ I lived in harder places. Seems comfy here, not t’ hard. I lived in the bayou, bo, house cat ain’t nothin’ but a livin’ situation. Heart’s still in the swamp, spattin’ ‘n’ chillin’ with the backwood peoples.” He cast his gaze around, studying the trees. “I don’t see nothin’ dangerous here, bo. If ya think that there is, ya just paranoid.” He sniffed, hoping the jab got under the other’s skin just a little. If the tom wanted to go and be scared of everything, that wasn’t Mitch’s problem. He settled on the fact that cats here hadn’t ever seen anything truly scary. Maybe a snake or two, maybe a fox, a badger, but nothin’ that a cat couldn’t square against if they were so determined. If they’re smart, a cat could handle most anything. Didn’t these wild cats know that? Or were they scared of breezes while hunting mice? Chicken-hearts. He studied the other for a second, before snorting. “What, have I done gone ‘n’ made ya speechless?”"speak" fiery
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