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Post by tackle on Apr 18, 2012 15:07:33 GMT -5
runningbrook , , [/center] confused, confused, confused. she thought she could run her fears. so she did. wind whipped her face, cause tears to swell up and fly out of her green orbs and whip into the wind. she couldn't help it! she couldn't talk to others. it wasn't her gift. she was only good at talking to kits. why? cause they couldn't just her. they were small and playful, almost like her. if only she wasn't so shy. she decided to slow down and see where she was. she fluffed out her pelt to make her look big. she noticed the tall trees, and the vivid blue sky. she took out her small claws and slowly etched a line into the tree's bark. it was nothing really, just a line. so she wouldn't get lost.. wouldn't get lost.
she was as forgetful as a kit that was dropped multiple times by its mother. she couldn't help it. she swiped at a paw behind her ear, feeling that all too familiar scar burn as she touched it. she let out a small wail but continued itching herself. she sat in the dirt and closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in her surroundings. the world was so beautiful... if only she learned how to navigate through the stupid forest.
to be honest, the only thing she wanted was to be a queen in the nursery, playing around and enjoying life. she would have her own mate and her own kits. if only ...
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Post by angel on Apr 18, 2012 15:35:48 GMT -5
The young three month old kit had become separated from her brother. She was very small and delicate. Her soft gray grays scanned the woods looking for her brother. "Aliaaaaas, ALIAS, where are you?" Tears where streaming down her muzzle. She was scared and in a strange place. She just wanted her mom and dad. She wanted what happened to her family to be just a nightmare. It had been one moon since her parents where murdered in front of her eyes and her and her brother left running. She had been small at birth but had gained a few pounds in the next two moons. But in the past moon her and Alias where on their own. And she was thin as a rail. You could see her bones sticking out in certain spots.
Just up again Pixie thought she heard something. Freezing she listened closely thinking it may be her brother. "Alias is that you? Stop hiding your scaring me." She padded forward only to cry out in fear at the site of a large cat. Thinking it might be one of the rouges that killed her mom and dad she darted away and climbed up the nearest tree. Her whole body was shaking in fright.
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Post by tackle on Apr 18, 2012 15:47:45 GMT -5
what was that smell? kit? no no, it was just her imagination. it had to be. her yearning was taking over her mind! "Aliaaaaas, ALIAS, where are you?" she heard choked sobs. she stood up for a moment, debating whether to not to chase the kit. it sounded so cute.. so little.. soo.. awh! she didn't want to scare the kit, so she sat there. she didn't speak. she wasn't alias. maybe alias was her mother or father. she wanted her own kit. Alias is that you? Stop hiding your scaring me." the last thing that runningbrook ever wanted to do was scare the poor kit.
"I'm not Alias!" she called softly. honestly she wasn't even that big, but a kit could see her as a lion. the tiny she-cat padded over to the tree the small kit scooted up on. the poor kit was as skinny as a twig! she called the kit softly. "No worries, little kit! I won't hurt you." she purred. "You look hungry! Would you like some prey? Or maybe somewhere warm to stay?" she called. it was honestly the least she could do for the kit. she could catch her a mouse or something.
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Post by angel on Apr 18, 2012 16:13:55 GMT -5
Pixie looked down at the cat below her. She seamed nice but maybe it was a trick. Slowly she inched her way down the tree. "Wh...Who are you?" Maybe she could help her find her brother. Finally she decided to climb the rest of the way down. "Do you know where Alias is? He went to try and do some hunting and never came back. I've been looking for him since last night. My brother is all I have left and I can't loose him to," She started crying again her body shaking. When she mentioned food her stomach growled. "Prey? I'm soooooo hungry." She would love prey but could she trust this cat?
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Post by tackle on Apr 18, 2012 17:57:12 GMT -5
She looked at the kit with some eyes and a bit of a longing. "Wh-who are you?" "Little one, I am Runningbrook."
"Do you know where Alias is? He went to try and do some hunting and never came back. I've been looking for him since last night. My brother is all I have left and I can't loose him to." Her belly dropped. The poor kit! She must not have a mother .. right? She reached her nose out to the small kit, but quickly reached back. She didn't want to scare the poor thing. She had no idea who Alias was, nor had she seen him. She sniffed the air and the only scent was this small kit and faint mouse. "Sorry, dear, I don't know who Alias is. Actually, the only kit I've seen today is you. I'm so sorry. I'll help you find him, though." she offered.
The poor bony kit. She was crying and it looked like the poor kit had about no tears left in her. "Prey? I'm soooooo hungry." Runningbrook ceased the opportunity to gain the kits trust, and to take care of her. "I'll grab you a mouse! I'll be back real quick!" It was new leaf. She could find prey, right? She forced herself into the forest, a slight fear that the kit would run away. Yet.. the kit was so bony! Who would run away if you were that skinny and you had the slight chance of food. The poor kit probably couldn't catch her own prey. So, she dashed into the forest. She stood still without fidgeting. A plump mouse lay about three fox lengths ahead. She crouched down and crawled over to the mouse. She flicked her tail and pounced, swiping every last bit of life away from the small thing.
She picked up the limp mouse and padded back to where the small kit was. She dropped the prey down without saying a word, and nudged it to the kit.
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Post by Panther on Apr 19, 2012 13:49:55 GMT -5
Alias just had to get something for his sister. But what. Then he herd her calling, I better get back before something bad happens to her. He ran through the forest to where he could hear her cries. He saw her and skided into her. Pixie! I finally found you! I got lost and couldn't find you, im so sorry but when I herd you i came running and... He said looking around. His fur got spike up and he started to growl. |
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Post by angel on Apr 19, 2012 13:54:17 GMT -5
Pixie sniffed, "I'm Pixie," when the cat named Runningbrook said the only cad she had seen was her she almost started crying again. But when she promised to get her a mouse her stomach growled and she was so hungry. As soon as Runningbrook left the scent of her brother reached her. She spun around just as he ran up to her. "Alias I was so scare I thought the rouges got you to." She buried her muzzle in his pelt so glad she was with him again. "I found a cat named Runningbrook she said she would get a mouse for me. We can share it. It will be our first good meal in a while."
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