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Post by ℓιz on Jul 19, 2011 1:28:02 GMT -6
Ocher sat on a large hill over viewing the Windclan camp. She was staying in an abandoned badger warren and her usually vibrantly white pelt was filthy, helping her blend in better with her surroundings. It was her fifth day of scouting out the Windclanners, and so far she had noticed nothing of interest. The toms of Windclan had yet to show her what she was looking for. They were all very small and thin, swift but not exactly strong.
She laid down, facing the camp. She rested her head on her paws. Tomorrow she would move on to Thunderclan, hopefully she would find something of interest there. She sighed knowing today would be just as boring as the one before, and the one before that. She found herself hoping that something would go wrong...just so she would have something to do.
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Post by riah on Jul 19, 2011 1:37:51 GMT -6
T W O K I T
Never Alone Twokit was wandering away from camp, which was unusual, but the demands of "it" were unbearing for the poor kit. That's better. Its thoughts echoed in the kit's mind. Listening to the voice in his head wasn't a rare thing for him to do, neither was the voice completely taking over him and controlling what he said and did. Luckily today it had only suggested something, in a very pushy way.
The kit looked up, distracted from his thoughts, only to lay eyes on a pretty white shecat. She looked young, but obviously older than the kit. He flattened his ears against his head, noticing her scent wasn't from Windclan. She's an intruder, idiot. The runt didn't know what to do. Should he speak to her? Run away? The tom started to turn away, hoping she wouldn't spot him. Which she most likely had, because he was standing directly in front of her. Much expected from the naive kit. |
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Post by ℓιz on Jul 19, 2011 1:50:54 GMT -6
Ocher wasn't really paying attention, her mind was drifting. Bits and pieces of her memories flashed in her head, mostly gore. She tired to slow the images down, but failed. Everything in her head was a jumbled mess. She sighed and decided to check back in on the camp. She looked down to see a small kit standing in front of her.
Ocher started. She was not one to be snuck up on, how the kit had gotten so close without her noticing was a mystery. It was obvious he was from Windclan, the stench of heather and rabbit clung to him like a tick. But there was something about the young tom that didn't seem so Windclan-ish he was small, but he didn't have the same small emaciated look the others of his clan did.
"What do you want?" Ocher spat quietly, glaring at the kit. He didn't seem all the smart, any smart kit would have gone running back to his mother by now. Her muscles tensed, if he ran, or called for help she would have to take action. And it wouldn't be pretty.
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Post by riah on Jul 19, 2011 1:57:32 GMT -6
T W O K I T
Never Alone Her harsh words made Twokit flinched. He didn't have to deal with this, he could always go running back to camp and report what he had saw. After all, random cats in all the clans were murdered, she could be the reason. The kit scented near her, she did smell a little weird, but not exactly blood. He looked back up at her, and stared at her orange looking eyes. "N-nothing." He stammered, and immediately looked back at his paws, wishing that he said something more menacing.
Wish? Why wish? The voice confused Twokit at first. What was "it" talking about? "How about you take your bitchy ass off Windclan territory?" The words came out of Twokit, without him being able to control it. The kit tucked his tail between his legs. He was in for it now... All because of "it". |
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Post by ℓιz on Jul 19, 2011 15:42:45 GMT -6
Ocher sat back, relaxing slightly. This kit was far to terrified to do anything that would endanger her. She glowered at him, he was small and weak. A runt no doubt. She gazed past him and looked back to the camp, making sure no one was coming their way.
"How about you take your bitchy ass off Windclan territory?"
Ocher was taken aback. She had never heard a kit say something so...well rude. He hadn't even sounded like a kit. She hissed and her thick white pelt bristled. She reached out her paw and swiftly took the kits legs out from underneath him, attempting to knock him over. She had no words, she was outraged. No cat spoke to her like that, especially not some pathetic excuse for a kit.
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Post by riah on Jul 20, 2011 0:03:42 GMT -6
T W O K I T
Never Alone Twokit would be honest, when the strange cat took his legs out, he was surprised. Beyond surprised, part of him was outraged. It wasn't his fault that "it" had said it! Why was he always to blame? Because I am you... Just a different you. The words stung almost instantly. That proved he was crazy. He couldn't take this anymore, he didn't want the blame. Giving in, he let "it" take over with words and actions as it pleased. Except, "it" not having a name did not have benefits whatsoever.
Suddenly, it was like Twokit became a whole different cat. The way he positioned himself was different, and the way he looked at the strange cat was almost like he was challenging her. Immediately, Twokit knew he had made a mistake, but there was no turning back, he had given in to his other personality. My dark side. The thought made him cringe, but not visibly. "It" made Twokit hiss at first, and then narrow his eyes. "What's your name?" He asked, in a more confident voice than usual. Hopefully "it" knew what it was doing... Or Twokit would be in bigger shit than he already was. [[ooc: no I could not think of a better word to use other than "shit" in that last sentence. xD Crap sounding too... not as serious. Lmfao]] |
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Post by Bear on Dec 22, 2012 11:43:00 GMT -6
Without thinking, she spat, "Ocher." Forgetting he was a kit, she took a step toward him, fur bristling. "Why don't you get your ass off my territory, huh?" She circled him angrily.
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