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#Post#: 104--------------------------------------------------
Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Truth Date: September 26, 2013, 4:48 am
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[center]A slim-looking feline with soft, dark-brown striped tan
fur padded into a clearing and sat down. The small Squire was
bored. Bored, bored, bored. He had nothing to do or occupy his
time with, and it seemed no one was around. The brilliant,
piercing golden-green optics of Harlequin, Squire of Tribe of
Siberia. The tom narrowed his eyes in thought, a plan beginning
to formulate in his mind. Maybe this time instead of going
looking for trouble, he could bring trouble to him!
Then again, that had actually sounded much better when he had
first thought it.
Trouble always seemed to find the Squire, at any rate. Whether
it was falling head-first into a stream, getting stuck in a tree
or falling out of one, the tom nicknamed Harly had trouble
staying out trouble! Curling his long tail neatly around his
white forepaws, his idea forming completion, he shuffled his
white forepaws, a habit of his. Apart from the small splash of
white on his chest, those were the only white markings on him.
The harsh call of a bird startled Harly and his most brilliant
plan disappeared in a wink. "Ah, curses. I was close to actually
getting a good plan together, for once." He murmured, and then
shrugged. Why not? He was always reckless, anyway. "Anybody up
for a spot of hunting, chaps?" He called out into the the woods.
If no one heard him he'd be deemed a mouse-brain for life...ah
well. Sometimes you just had to go with the flow of life.
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#Post#: 107--------------------------------------------------
Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Wolfey Date: September 26, 2013, 8:36 pm
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The rough shoulders of Leaf that Drips Dew, or Dew, made her way
over to the squire. The Duchess was considered at a much higher
level than the apprentice may ever be, but her personality was
that of a generally kind one. She was also cunning, smart and
slightly ambitious; but kind none the less.
And fair, she'd make a great Queen. Equality was a big deal, no
matter how big of how small[s] said Horton[/s]. So she grinned
at the tom, actually about her same age(the Duchess was like an
apprentice Queen), and nodded. "I'm Dew. I'll join in." The
creme femme didn't ask for his name, but hinted it easily.
#Post#: 108--------------------------------------------------
Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Truth Date: September 27, 2013, 1:27 am
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[center]Pricking his ears at the telltale sound of pawsteps of
the rough ground, Harlequin turned to see the Duchess making her
way over to him. Scrambling to his paws, tail tip flicking back
and forth ever so slowly. "Greetings!" The tan Squire meowed
politely. His mother had worked so hard to teach him and his
sister their manners...Harlequin that is Green like the Sea, or
Harlequin-heck, even Harly would suffice-grinned right back at
Dew and the glossy-furred tomcat realised with a jolt whom he
was speaking to. It was the Duchess. Oh, by his ancestors, of he
stuffed up in front of the High Position he'd be in for a
lifetime of embarrassment.[/center]
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Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Wolfey Date: September 27, 2013, 3:58 pm
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Dew giggled softly as her fellow tribemate flushed and stood at
attention. In a way it was aggrivating, she hated how they
looked at her so highly they didn't speak with her, but in some
ways it was respectful. Pushing aside the negative feelings, she
stepped toward Harlequin. She then took her light gray tail and
laid it softly on his left shoulder. "You don't have to go into
army mode. I'd actually...like to become friends." She mused to
the cute squire. He may even have been older than her,
considering they were the same height, him slightly taller.
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Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Truth Date: September 27, 2013, 5:49 pm
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[center]That was the first time somecat had done that. Harlequin
was merely...pleasantly surprised, and flicked his own long
tail. At her next sentence, he nearly did a double take, and his
eyes widened for a fraction of a second. "That sounds...that
sounds good." The tan Squire replied with a wry grin, odd eyes
twinkling. He wondered if they were around the same age; after
all, the Duchess was around the age of a Squire. [/center]
#Post#: 134--------------------------------------------------
Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Wolfey Date: September 27, 2013, 7:11 pm
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A chuckle escaped from her lips, replaced with a wide smile.
"And you are?"
//low muse
(ooc; btw, how old is Harly?)
#Post#: 135--------------------------------------------------
Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Truth Date: September 27, 2013, 10:50 pm
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[center]Harly grinned at that. "The name's Harlequin of the
Green Forest, but call me Harlequin. Heck, my sister shortened
even that and called me Harly." He winced at the sudden reminder
of his dead sibling.
{Erm...let me think. 9 moons, I'm pretty sure. ^^}[/center]
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Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Wolfey Date: October 2, 2013, 9:08 pm
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(ooc; *whacks self* sorry, I didn't realize you had responded...
oh, and she's 8 1/2 moons.)
It was a pretty name, sweet but not girly. Dew grinned at her
new friend. "You can call me Leaf or Dew. Now that we've become
friends..." The girl paused, light blue eyes starting at the
boy. "How about that hunting?"
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Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: dreamie Date: October 3, 2013, 4:17 am
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[font=georgia]A pair of violet-blue optics peeked out from some
dense undergrowth, aiming to leap out to snag some prey that she
would be able to bring back for the rest of the Tribe. It was
about time Moon that Rises from Paradise had gone hunting,
having used her position as Scribe to back out from hunting
duties--purely out of sloth, she reflected with a grim
expression on her face. It was about time she learnt how to
decently catch prey without scaring them away first, and
Paradise wanted to at least be adequately trained in that skill
before she made a fool of herself as an older Scribe who could
not hunt half as well as the new Scribes. That was about the
only reason why she dragged herself out her the comfortable
boundaries of the Tribe of Siberia's camp to polish up her
hunting skills.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the right moment to
strike the prey she had set her sights on. A little more
ambitious than usual--violet optics were transfixed by the jerky
movement of a magpie hopping along the ground, waiting for the
precise instant to leap out, to seize the bird that she would
proudly be able to call her catch. Hind muscles tensed in
anticipation as she ran a pink tongue over her mouth in a swift
motion, bracing herself to leap out of the undergrowth. She
planned the movement in her head once more, ears twitching to
catch the faintest sound of the magpie's feet thumping somewhat
inaudibly on the ground as it hopped along. Leap, land, seize.
Leap, land, seize.
The moment came, and her hind muscles tensed further, before she
sprang out in a quasi-fluid motion, eyes set on the bird which
fluffed out its feathers, shrieking in obvious terror as it
unfolded its wings. Paradise's front paws stretched forward,
aiming to snag the bird and deliver the killing bite quickly.
Her leap, however, was only somewhat smooth and she had
misjudged the distance, used too much force in her spring. The
silver tabby's entire body now stiffened as the magpie took
flight, black feathers unfurling into a pair of wings splashed
with white. It soon took flight, shooting through the air like
an unleashed arrow that had caught the wind on its wings,
sailing right past Paradise's eyes--much to her annoyance.
The dash of irritation didn't last long--it was soon replaced
with shock as she realised that she was hurtling towards the
ground. The Scribe squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that she
would likely start crashing through some trees and branches and
bushes, and maybe--hopefully not though--other cats.
ooc. paradise can either crash into dew/harly or crash into the
ground in front of them. you pick xD
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Re: Anybody Up For A Spot {O}f Hunting, Chaps?
By: Truth Date: October 3, 2013, 10:29 am
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[center]OOC: Don't worry about it, wolfey. ^^ Very similar ages,
then! :P dreamie, I'm sure it will be hilarious either way. XD
IC: Returning her grin with one of his own, the glossy-furred
male pricked his ears, listening to the sounds of the forest
around them. "Alright then...Dew." He decided with a flick of
his long tail. It felt good to be carefree again, with no
worries. Hunting was an activity that Harlequin enjoyed very
much. It wasn't a chore to him, to others surprise. At her next
sentence, his own optics, a blazing emerald green, snapped up to
meet her own. "Well, then, what are we waiting for, Dew?" The
lean muscled tan Squire meowed.
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