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Post by Pale* on May 13, 2007 17:30:34 GMT -5
Blood is thicker... [/size] Cricket was alseep on the highest and thickest limb of her maple tree. She was a strong warrior without a Clan to serve. She only remembered a little of her life in RiverClan. Her sister Rose was the one thing she missed most, and her mother the thing she hated. He father had told her that she was taken from him when she was born. And he had taken her back. Now she was Cricket, the loner. She had no place nor purpose, no friends nor living family.
She dreampt a familiar nighmare, even though she'd never had it before.
Two young warriors in love. They swore themselves to each other under the eyes of StarClan, hoping that through their love, they would be forgiven for betraying their Clans. She was a sleek RiverClan cat, while he was a venomous DarkClan cat who was no what she thought. Their eyes gleamed in the moonlight. Her's filled with love and dreams, his with power and an addiction. He wanted her, but not to love, but so that she would be his and none other's. She wanted his heart and to be close forever.
Moons flashed by quickly. The birth of three kits, the death of one, the treachery of their father, and the split of the pair of kits.
She didn't know if this was a memory, a dream, or a prophecy, but it frightened her dreadfully. Cricket was not easily scared.Lies are stronger...[/center][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Pale* on Jun 12, 2007 11:05:50 GMT -5
Love
Cricket woke with a start. She could have been certain that she'd heard something, like the snap of a twig or the crunch of dead leaves. She quietly got to her paws, staying low and out of the moonlight, knowing that her pelt would relfect it and lead whatever was near her, straight to her. She scanned the woods around her, quickly and carefully. If it was a badger or a fox, she could only hope to outrun them and head for the river, where they couldn't follow her. If it were a warrior of the Clans she hated so much or another rouge, she would stand her ground.
Or Lust [/size] |
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Post by ~Javu~ on Jun 13, 2007 16:59:41 GMT -5
A small, light gray mob of fur came padding out of the ferns. The tom was unaware of the she-cat due to the wind. It wasn't untill her saw her, crouching down in the dirt. The tom stood, shocked, in place. Who was this cat? He was just outside the RiverClan boarder (I think), but normally rogues and loners didn't come this close. He let out a small growl, unsure of this cat. |
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Post by Pale* on Jun 14, 2007 10:36:21 GMT -5
Love
Cricket heard his growl and was able to figure out where it was coming from, but couldn't see what it came from. She was impatient and was also very reckless. "Come out and face me. Or there will be a chase. Me chasing you, or you chasing me. And guess what: I don't think you'll win either way," she challenged whatever was out there. She sat, waiting for some sort of response.
or Lust |
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Post by ~Javu~ on Jun 14, 2007 15:47:58 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" meowed the gray tom. He chose to show himself. Not because he didn't want a chase, but he was curious. The voice was a she-cat, he thought, and he was right when he saw her. She was strong, he could see, but she had a femine look about her.
"Whoa---who are you?" he questioned. |
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Post by Pale* on Jun 16, 2007 23:19:20 GMT -5
"I am known as Cricket," she spoke fiercefully. She saw that her intruder was a tom. He was not a rouge or a kittypet, she only suspected a Clan cat. "And you must be a Clan cat. By what name are you called?" She showed little but felt great intrest to why this tom had disturbed her territory. |
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Post by ~Javu~ on Jun 21, 2007 14:18:10 GMT -5
"Littleheart. Littleheart's my name. I was born with a very small heart--" he broke off. He shouldn't say so much to a rogue. A very attrackive rogue at that. He flicked his ears. "Yeah. Is this your territory?" |
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Post by Pale* on Jun 25, 2007 12:05:39 GMT -5
"Yes, it is. And guess what you're doing as we speak?[/]" Cricket hinted. He was on her territory, he was a Clan cat, and he was oblivious to where she had come from. "Nevermind that, what Clan do you come from?" She had many questions to ask him if he answered to that Clan. [/font]
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