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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:09 am
 voice sample: PocahontasShe was born and raised as a kitty pet. She knew not the harshness of winter, nor the heat of summer. Her two legs had never even let her outside. not even once. after kittenhood wore off and the younger two leg that use to pet her went away, she spent her days gazing off out a window looking outside. She knew what snow looked like, but didn't know its name. She saw the neighbors small dog on occasion, passing through their yard and loves dreaming about catching birds. Now what she would do with it she had no idea, but it looked fun. She barely remembered her mother and never knew her father. all she has was the male two leg that went away with its father, and never came back. the female two leg never payed her much mind, only kept her food bowl and water full. She grew lonely and restless. Tired of just spectating, one day the twoleg didnt close the door all the way. She had crept up to it and had gotten her first smell of outside. It filled her lungs and her heart began to race, Her head even felt foggy a moment. Should she go out? What would happen? She did not realize that her paws were taking her slowly out the door.
She ran out and ran hard across the yard with a yowl of excitement! Not paying any mind to the neighbors dog barking at her from the other side of the fence. She came to run out over the thunderpath, for she didnt know any better. she ran along it for some time, long enough to eventually cross it and dip right into Windclan territory after a bit. She had no idea how lucky she was, that there were no cars at the time. She had no idea what she was doing and she didnt care! She was free! her bell on her collar making a jingle as she almost frolicked along.
She was growing tired however and stopped to lay in this tall, wonderful smelling grass. Rolling in it like a kit and scaring off some birds.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:27 am
 Hushpelt had gone out on his own for a little hunting. Rabbits and quail loved the long grass, and made for pleasant chases that ended in rather quick succession. The silver tom purred, his latest kill in his teeth as he buried it. As the scent of freshkill left his nose, the sweet scent of kittypet filled the vacancy. His hackles rose. Kittypets? Out this far? He scented the air. The mousebrained housepet hadn't even tried to hide downwind. The smell was coming straight towards him from the cool winds. Finding the kittypet was easy enough without the bell chiming into the air, scaring all of the nearby prey. But...a kittypet, so far into the wild. It was not unheard of, but it was rare that when a Warrior of a Clan found one, that it wasn't terrified and begging to be led back home. This one, seemed to be enjoying itself... He stood downwind, where his scent would be impossible to detect to such an untrained nose. Where others might have yowled or hissed, or even attacked, he simply spoke. "What do you think you're doing, kittypet?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:39 am
Her ears pricked and she rolled from her back onto her stomach. Her feet were not even under her nor was she ready to run or fight in the least. Her orange eyes panned looking for who spoke to her, and she didnt smell anything. She really didnt try to hard either, she was still breathing a bit heavy. " Hello? I... well I am running away." She stated rather factually. She had gotten so tired of her twoleg drinking the foul smelling yellow stuff and yelling at her. it was just her and the twoleg now. the twoleg's offspring and mate left the nest and left her behind too. the offspring use to pet her the most, now with him gone, she was lonely and felt imprisoned. Her front paws doing a constant knead into the grass and soil and there was an under purr to her voice. " Where are you? Come on, I wont hurt you." She almost had a coo to her tone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:48 am
Hushpelt's yellow eyes narrowed. "I'm far from afraid. Behind you." He swatted the out-of-breath kittypet's tail, gentle, claws sheathed. "You're lucky I found you before another cat did. Or else you'd be nothing but a scrap of fur right now." He laughed. "So you're...running away? In hopes of what, living in the wild? Because you're on Windclan territory, and I am a Windclan Warrior...and I should chase you off of our land...I would get into trouble if I let you stick around, scaring our prey away."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:01 am
When he pawed her tail, her head turned back and her feet came under her as she slowly stood. She listened to what he said and her ears wilted slightly. they would attack her? territory? She turned to face him and sat, curling her tail neatly around her paws, her coat gleamed in the sunlight. " I am afraid I don't understand. I have never been outside before. Why would I be attacked? I didn't mean to scare off your prey..." her head tilted softly at him "I have nowhere else to go. I dont want to go back there! it was... I was like a prisoner!." She didn't know what to do. but he said he was a warrior, and this was their territory. maybe if she spoke with him long enough, she could join with him.
What other choice did she have? she really didnt think this through. "I. I wish to join you!" she blurted out, yet she seemed absolute. Those orange orbs staring steadily at him. she knew now that he could attack her, but fear wont help her now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:15 am
"A kittypet? Join a Clan?" Again, not unheard of, but exceedingly rare. "Sorry, but that's not my call. Only the strongest of spirit can make it into the Clans. And there's....rules, and training. And..." It honestly hurt him to deny the request. Hushpelt was agreeable by nature, always saying yes and reassuring those who needed it... Not denying kittypets. "I would like to help, but, I..." He could help, though. He could see what she was able to do. Ask the Deputy, or Leader about making an arrangement. Hushpelt sighed, shaking his head. He must have been mousebrained. "Have you been to the cutter?" No Clan cat could have visited that place, afterall. That was the first test.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:26 am
She watch him stammer and pause, his words didnt sound like there would be much hope, but then he asked her about the cutter. "Cutter? no. I have NEVER been away from the twoleg nest until now." she wasnt sure what the cutter was, but whatever it was, she hadnt been there. She may not be trained, but she knew the smell of dog. Her twoleg had the neighbor over sometimes and she smelled of it rather pungently. it was very faint, but the wind carried the scent of dog. not just any dog. The neighbors dog. Her head and ears pricked and suddenly she was distracted. "Do you smell that? It smells like Jock." She didnt know what threat the dog posed, but it must have gotten out of the fence and had been tracking her. He wasnt far off, but close enough to smell. Her scent was sweet and distinct against the wolrd around her and easy to follow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 2:20 pm
The dog was easy enough to sniff out, but dogs were no abnormal thing to the Windclan cats, who were backed up right against a Twoleg nest. Better yet, the dogs that wandered near camp were docile and had no interest in getting too far from their Twolegs. "You better be going then. I don't need you leading dogs here, or worse, to my camp. If it catches my scent, then..." Hushpelt sighed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 5:52 pm
"Wait no!" Her face was filled with tension. She did not want to go back, and now with a dog following her, if she left on her own.. who knows. But he was right, she couldn't just come all up in their lives dragging a dog behind. Her ears wilted and she got ready to run " You go do what you will. but I brought the dog here, and this Kittypet is going to play tag with herself a dog. tell your leader about the and the dog. " she planned on not just leading it away, but she planned to run it off. She hoped she would live long enough to anyway. Though she was a kittypet, her eyes reflected a furious and fierce heart as her rear legs recoiled and she sprung fourth through the tall grass, heading to the dog's position.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:07 pm
"Fine. Come back here tomorrow when the sun is at its highest point, and... If it goes well, I will have others with me to talk with you. But I can't make the call." His tail flicked. "And come without the dog."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:02 am
One ear was back, listening to his demands. She didn't have time to respond however, for it wasn't long before she was nearing the dog. Jock wasn't a mean dog, but he loved to "play" with cats. his play was too rough and he stood a big chance of hurting his "toy". She however had no idea of this and came charging into view of the black lab, pausing only to look at him for a moment and mew to get his focus (what little he had). The dog quickly started to bark and take off after her. She didnt realize he would charge her like that! Suddenly frozen a moment as he barreled towards her, she tried to think of what to do. She did the only thing she knew to do, run. She took off heading towards the thunderpath, streaking at reckless speeds. All Hushpelt could her is a very loud barking dog and a cat yowling, heading towards the thunder path. She let out a scream as she tore over the last hill and through trees, the dog was catching up with her. She could feel his hot breath on her flank and her skin crawled with its odorous heat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:07 am
Well, there she went. He wasn't overly worried. A tame dog, and a kittypet wouldn't get into trouble. She was out of sight by the time she would ahve met up with the dog... Oh well, he'd see her tomorrow plenty fine...
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 12:19 am
A few hours passed sense she had her run with the dog. It ended rather abruptly and she was left sitting in the half dead grass by the thunderpath, Staring at a dead dog. Jock was struck by one of those... those things.. And she was almost hit too. She sat there for hours, thinking if this was a good idea... running off into the unknown, nothing to eat, nothing to drink and no where to sleep. She could try to hunt, but The cat she had met seemed rather protective of their prey and territory. That can't be the only territory either she figured, and she had no idea where she could and could not hunt. Her fur was dirtied by her tumble on the thunderpath, barely being missed by the monster that tred there. She finally turned away, and started her slow walk into the trees that skirted Windclan territory. on she walked until she found a tree that she could climb, and so up it she went. the wind carried her smell into the territory. she stunk of dog, kittypet and the thunderpath. She laid on a branch contemplating what exactly she was doing.. tempted to just go back to the twoleg nest.
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