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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 12, 2012 19:51:35 GMT -5
Crank woke up seeing she was in a box on the ground. She gave a big yawn and stood up and almost fell to the ground. She gave out a hiss and then remembered the fight last night. It was her and another tom. Who she pretended to like. something went down but she couldnt remember what. She stepped outside and looked down into a puddle and saw blood covering her mouth. She looked behind her seeing scratch wounds on her sides and her claws staied with dry blood also.
Shaking her head she tried to remember what happened. Did she kill him? Did he get away? Why couldnt she remember what happened? Maybe because it was that important. She shurgged it off and knew she couldnt be lazy today. She had to do something. Walk around a bit and see if any introuders had come in? She loved when they did. You dont mess with a junk yard cat. This was her home now. She couldnt as for anything more. Prey came and went and it kept her fed.
She decided to take a walk around. Passing broken glass and old furniture she still couldnt remember what happened. Then something came into view. Crank narrowed her eyes and found a grey and brown cat lying on the ground motionless. Crank growled and padded up to it ready to spring, but once she got closer she relaxed and gave no facial expression. It was him. The tom she fought last night. A bite to the neck. It looked infected also. She stepped back seeing flys were all around that opened wound.
Crank turned around and left the body. Hoping it would send a message to other cats saying this is what will happen if you cross my path.
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Post by theassasindinosaur on Jan 14, 2012 14:20:57 GMT -5
Snakey expertly walked around the junk yard, making sure not to hurt herself as it could sometimes be deadly since keeping wounds clean was hard to do in the dump. The black she-cat spy was able to take a few days off from her mission and decided to explore a bit and maybe get into a good fight.
Suddenly, the strong scent of another cat reached her nose but so did the scent of rotting cat flesh. Curious, Snakey walked towards the scents and saw the source of the scent of old flesh. It was a tom, killed by a bite to the neck and was left out as a warning. But she also saw the source of the scent of another cat. It was a young she-cat who Snakey presumed as the killer of the tom.
"Hey, you feel like having a quick, morning fight?" Snakey asked, power and age showing in her voice "Whoever gets the opening chance to kill wins. No killing allowed. You game?"
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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 14, 2012 14:28:47 GMT -5
Crank stopped and turned around hearing another cats voice. She raised an eyebrow and looked the cat up and down, still a little confused from last nights fight she mewed, "You would think a dead body like that would give you a warning, I dont sharpen my claws in my spare time waiting around for cats like you. Your nothing to me. I dont know who you are or why your here, just passing by good for you, now get out of my face before I decide to give you a new one.." She really didnt feel like fighting since last night.
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Post by theassasindinosaur on Jan 14, 2012 14:45:03 GMT -5
"The young ones are so spunky these days and I sorta like it." Snakey followed the other cat "But this life is tough so I guess it's sort of depressing at the same time. Be glad it was I who stumbled upon you as I'm the most merciful out of all my siblings and things wouldn't end too well for you if they came. Don't try to argue with me on the matter as you're probably tired from that kill over there. I don't know how you fight but I know that if you're not used to killing, the day after is tiring."
Snakey's golden eyes turned sad for barely a second as she talk about killing. She knew of the times after the kill and they weren't pleasant. Not even if you hated the other cat to death.
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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 14, 2012 15:28:20 GMT -5
Crank really didnt feel like talking. She heard the cat behind her and she couldnt help but roll her eyes. Would you get off my back already? she thought as she padded through the junk yard. She hopped up onto a plank of wood and then a broken dresser that led to a little patch of food. Crank sniffed the food but didnt really feel like eating it. She ignored the cat even if she was still talking and didnt say one word to her back. She kept climbing up onto the pile of rubble and then turned around and mewed, "Do you need something? Like a friend mabye? If so you should go look somewhere else, or talk to that dead body over there.. I'm sure hes a good listener." She keept looking and found half a sausage. She took it in her mouth and rested on a stable piece of wood and ate maybe two bites of it.
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Post by theassasindinosaur on Jan 15, 2012 12:51:42 GMT -5
"I need something to replace my boredom young cat." the older cat mewed through a peice of chicken she found "Why would I talk to the dead rather the living? The dead listen but they don't hear. The living do. Not to mention they also respond, whether it be negatively or positively."
Snakey put down her food to hungrily wolf it down. She missed eating chicken and sausage and other tasty things one could find in the dump. There was many things the she-cat missed about rogue life. Like not being bound by the Warrior Code, the food and the cats she grew up with. But nothing could ever be the same.
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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 15, 2012 14:29:02 GMT -5
Crank lifted her head and stared at the she cat. Her fur bristled but she stayed calm. "Your not...one of them are you?" she hissed. She hated the clan cats and this cat had that sent all over her about it. She stared down the cat and forgot all about her food. One bite of something was more then enough for her. Her tail lashed back and foreth and hissed, "I would go back to where you came from clan cat. wont your wittle leader miss you?" Just because she was a junk yard cat doesnt mean she didnt know about the clans and almost how they worked. She had plenty of them passing through her home and she got to learn a bit about them.
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Post by theassasindinosaur on Jan 17, 2012 8:44:46 GMT -5
Snakey couldn't help but mrrow and twitch her whiskers in laughter and amusement. Soon, she was laughing too hard that her belly started hurting.
"Mrroww! S-sorry. Mrrooww!" Snakey forced herself to calm down and stop laughing, though it did take awhile "You could say I'm a clan cat. From Shadowclan, in fact! But it's a bit more complicated than that."
The rogue spy was hesitating to tell the other she-cat about the mission. Snakey wouldn't tell the younger cat unless she asked and the black cat had a feeling she would but didn't say anything just in case.
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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 17, 2012 21:18:07 GMT -5
Crank raised her eyebow and wanted to ask but really did she care? not really. She lifted her head and gave the warrior a questionable look. "So, your a shadowclan cat?" Crank never really understood the warrior and the code. "What do you mean its more complicated then that?" you hunted for food, protected your so called family and earned stupid names. what more could there be then to just that? She really didnt understand why she was even asking honestly.
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Post by theassasindinosaur on Jan 20, 2012 14:31:54 GMT -5
Snakey took a few deep breaths and forced herself to stop her whiskers from twitching in amusement. Her plan, however, didn't work too well and her whiskers kept on twitching like mad.
"Have you heard of Virus? The rogue gang. Pack. Clan. Whatever you want to call it." Snakey replied in a matter-of-factly voice "I'm actually part of it. I'm some sort of a spy in the clans for my leader."
Snakey hoped that the other cat would be proud enough to not tell any clan cats or someone who would tell a clan cat. It would make Mongoose mad and Snakey hated it when her leader got mad. Especially at her!
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Post by Frostbite }} on Jan 21, 2012 13:37:30 GMT -5
"You have got to be kidding.." she mewed looking at the she cat. She gave a little laugh and mewed, "Why would you want waste your time with that stuff? Spying on clans, yeah ok sure sounds fun but really? What are you planning to try and get out of it?" She jumped down from the rubble on the hill and padded away from the other cat and just wanted to take a look around.
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