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Post by thisbecoconuts on Mar 25, 2008 12:44:21 GMT -5
Darkmoon already had a reputation for being crazy, or just plain weird. He tended to be out at times that an insomniac would be proud of and now he just proved that he went to places most avoided. He enjoyed the anticipation of a monster, a possible control of your death. He felt the earth tremple and crouched low, excitement in his eyes. His red eyes flashed, a flame flickering for a moment, and he jumped back. The fur at the back of his neck was standing, but only for a moment. He gracefully stood on his paws, smile on his face. But as the earth calmed once more, he heard a scurrying around a tree root behind him. He slowly turned around to see a mouse. He grinned, miniature ivories shining, a glint upon them. He crouched low, and crawled forward, his stomach almost dragging on the ground.
Darkmoon calculated correctly, as always and pounced. He killed the mouse swiftly, fighting the urge to play with the firghtened mouse. He smiled, but was not even hungry. He picked up the mouse in his jaws and prepared to trot back towards camp.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 5, 2008 13:53:15 GMT -5
Swiftflame stood behind a tree, watching Darkmoon with undisguised interest in her eyes. Though she had never before attempted to be anything more than a fellow clanmate to him, the cat still fascinated her. He defied all the rules of normality, and seemed to enjoy every moment of it.
"What is he thinking right now...?"
Swiftflame wondered as he deftly leaped back to avoid a monster on the thunderpath, excitement burning in his eyes. What could make a cat want to come so close to death? And why didn't he sleep like all the rest of the clan, instead wandering off to places only he knew of? Whatever the reason for his actions, Darkmoon had left his mark on Swiftflame's mind, and she was absolutely and irrevocably intrigued. But should she call out to him, talk to him, alert him of her existence? She had a burning desire to do just this, but what if he was angry that she had been watching him, intruding on a private moment? But then...what if he wanted a friend, to share his thoughts with? On a final impulse, Swiftflame stepped boldly into the clearing.
"Darkmoon...?"
[OOC:] Darkmoon, what's the link to your accepted character page with your biography thing? I can't find it, and I want to know what your character looks like and stuff.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 7, 2008 11:44:33 GMT -5
OoC: Ah, I should be in the Accepted Bios, but I am still in the Creating a Character section. Just a delay on the moved thread xD
Darkmoon's jaws were watering with the waft of the mouse creeping up to his nose. He dropped it momentarily and brought his head to look at the moon. Had the satanic cat been a wolf, this would be the time for a picturesque howl. He looked around, wondering if it was a clanmate he heard, his red eyes staring towards Swiftflame. He decided against his urge to pounce on the creature he thought was there. He could be wrong, and how embarassing it would have been if he pounced on thin air? The monster passed a while ago, but his heart still raced, the thought of an enemy in front of him had excited him even more.
The creature came out into the clearing and his eyes narrowed knowingly. Ah, it was a clanmate. What was her name again? Hmm, Swiftflame? It was confirmed as he recognized the color of her eyes. He associated her eyes with her name... such a strange fade of color in her orbs, he remembered thinking when he first saw her. However, he would never tell her that her eyes were just as interesting as his. thingyy and arrogant, no? He gazed at her, tense body relaxing and heartbeat slowing as well. "Hello, Swiftflame," he greeted, bored tone of his voice very much real. He did not care for anyone. But what was her purpose for approaching the odd cat? The weirdo of the clan?
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 8, 2008 14:42:35 GMT -5
Swiftflame was slightly put off by Darkmoon's bored tone of voice as he greeted her, but she also was sharp enough to have seen the interest that sparked in his eyes as he glanced in her direction. Surely he must have some interest in friendship!
"Umm hi..." Swiftflame stuttered, unsure of what to say next. "Well, I saw you out here, and you looked like you might appreciate some company."
This certainly was stretching the truth. Darkmoon had looked perfectly content on his own. But something about him, maybe something deep down that only Swiftflame could see, seemed to crave some kind of company, even if Darkmoon himself didn't know it yet. Who wouldn't be happier with a friend...?
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 10, 2008 22:26:12 GMT -5
Darkmoon looked at the feline in front of him with surprised eyes. This was... new... Never before had a cat actually offered to spend time with him. He looked around, as if expecting cats to jump out of a bush, laughing at him. This had to be a joke... Once establishng in his slightly crazy mind that she was serious, he exhaled. "If company consists of no conversation, feel free to stay with me." He smiled a charming smile at her, but his eyes were cold, no warm, sweetness in his pools of blood.
Darkmoon was a loner. He was meant to be alone. He was not going to change anytime soon. Even thought he felt a slight pang at the thought of friendship, he knew it would never be. He was born into a kill or be killed society and no cat could convince him of otherwise. No one was safe around him.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 12, 2008 9:52:19 GMT -5
There - Swiftflame had seen it. It pang of longing for friendship in Darkmoon's eyes. He was a loner, probably because he had no other choice. It seemed like he felt like he had to act different to be noticed, and to be strong. He must want a friend, deep down. Swiftflame was suddenly filled with a determination to be that friend, to open him up, to give him a friend that he clearly wanted. However, just shoving herself on him would put him off, perhaps to all friendship. She had to play by his rules.
"Okay" Swiftflame said simply, and sat down to watch in admiration as Darkmoon hunted.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 13, 2008 18:33:14 GMT -5
The cat hesitated before returned to hunt, but he was not used to being watched. He looked at her and sat in front of her, his whiskers nervously twitching. "So...er... what are you doing here?" he asked, trying to make conversation. He was doing okay considering he was triyng not to be mean. It was an off feeling for him. His paws began to shuffle on the ground, almost hoping she'd get up and leave. Boy... this tom had a while to go before he could call anyone a friend. He looked at the ground eventually, but looked up, his red eyes glowing a pretty color. He was awaiting her answer, and was kind of enjoying this new feeling.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 14, 2008 16:51:40 GMT -5
Darkmoon was...talking! This was an unexpected bonus in her quest for their friendship. He clearly felt awkward, and wanted a conversation. So, she helped him along.
"Well, as I told you before, I was curious as to where you had been, and I knew you weren't a mean cat...I just had this feeling. No one should ever be lonely if they don't want to."
Swiftflame indicated with her tail to his catch.
"Your quite a skilled hunter. How did you learn to get so good?"
Swiftflame realized happily that it was quite easy to talk to him, just like talking to any other friend, when he was willing. Glancing up, she realized just how beautiful his red eyes could look when he was happy.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 14, 2008 18:24:14 GMT -5
The cat started laughing. Oh? I'm not mean?"he asked, smiling. He was starting to relax a bit. He wasn't a mean cat... just sarcastic. He shrugged his shoulders at her question, not wanting to tell her about some things in his past. "I had to take care of some cats back in the day. Missing prey was not an option back then."he said, thinking about the abundance of prey here. He was happy he had found a home, but his past would never go away. His shame... murders... awful. His muscles rippled as he stood up for a moment and grabbed the mouse a little aways. He picked it up in his strong jaw and dropped it in front of the she-cat. "Uhh, go ahead and eat."he said. A sweet gesture, but he had no idea to propose a shared meal. What a noob.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 15, 2008 16:06:20 GMT -5
[OOC: back in the day? loser xD]
Wow. That was easy. Befriending Darkmoon was going to be much easier than Swiftflame had expected. He must have been truly yearning for friendship.
"Uhh, go ahead and eat."
Swiftflame nearly purred. She was surprised by this sudden and kind gesture. She took a bite, and then gestured for Darkmoon to try some. "Hmm...you know, I'm a pretty good hunter myself. I bet a could catch a squirrel before you could..." Swiftflame let her voice trail off in a superior manner, leaving no doubt that she was challenging him to a competition she was sure she could win.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 15, 2008 17:05:32 GMT -5
OoC: Hahahahha
Darkmoon purred with laughter. He had not been outhunted since he was a kit and he wasn't about to start now! He gazed at Swiftflame and took a bite from the mouse, chewing thoughtfully. He grinned at her suddenly, with an idea. He nodded. "Only if you promise to talk to me after the horrid defeat." he teased, smiling. He knew he'd win, but he had no idea she had the same thought in her head. However his smile went away for a moment. "Speed doesn't matter as much as precision. I try to catch as much as possible in any amount of time. I've never tried for speed, though I imagine I could be quite good at it." He grinned thingyily. He bowed his head. "Ladies first." he stepped back for a moment to let he jump ahead.
He would let her win no matter what. Atleast, depending on how good she was. His red eyes glowed with a slight anticipation.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 16, 2008 14:50:26 GMT -5
Yes! As Swiftflame had hoped, Darkmoon had accepted the challenge. However, judging by his gloating and his allowing Swiftflame to go first, she assumed he expected an easy victory. Swiftflame was about to prove to him just how wrong he was.
"Okay," Swiftflame said, grinning mischievously. [OOC: Can cats grin mischievously? xD] Then, without any warning, she launched herself into the air, using every bit of strength her hind legs contained. The wind rushed past her whiskers as she dug her claws deep into the bark of the tree in front of her, and then pushed again with her hind legs. The squirrel that Swiftflame had been watching on the branch above her for some time never stood a chance. Swiftflame ended it's life with one swift bite. Without even pausing, she leaped down and landed effortlessly at Darkmoon's feet, and deposited the squirrel there smugly.
"Okay, now that we're established the fact that I'm every bit as good at hunting as you are, you can start, and we'll have a real competition where one one let's anyone else win. Unless, of course, you'd like me to go easy on you?" Swiftflame smiled sweetly and scraped at the earth to bury her catch.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 16, 2008 21:10:54 GMT -5
Red orbs followed Swiftflame's every movement. He grinned to himself. [OoC: I guess they can 0_0] She was good. Pretty decent, actually. He heard a rustling to his left and let Swiftflame bury her catch. The rustling stopped... the animal must have heard the scratched. He waited for about 2 seconds while Swiftflame was talking and as soon as she asked if he wanted it easy, he shot into a bush. A frightened squirrel dropped a nut and Darkmoon quickly ended its life with a bite. Darkmoon looked at the nut for a moment... How sad it is that the squirrel's innocent nut digging ended his life. Darkmoon's eyes remained hardened and he padded back to Swiftflame. He plastered a smile on his face, but eyes were no longer warm. He padded gracefully and slowly back to the feline and dropped the catch at his feet.
He looked around and burried his catch. "I'm pretty sure we are matched. I am not in the mood for hunting. I have lost the urge..."he mewed, not really sure why, but something was bothering him... What was it? He had no idea. He looked at Swiftflame and shrugged, not sure what to do next.
OoC: Hey do me a favor and dont notice his fake emotions atm. :] Just cause hes a good actor.
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Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on Apr 18, 2008 14:50:58 GMT -5
[OOC: hehe you know Swiftflame well. She's...perceptive]
Swiftflame watched, surprised, as Darkmoon pounced silently on the squirrel behind her, which she hadn't heard as she had buried her own fresh kill. Impressed, Swiftflame watched him tread gracefully out of the bushes, fresh kill in his dark, smiling mouth. She glowed with happiness at their newfound friendship. He was clearly just a good hunter as she was. It would be fun to hunt with Darkmoon. Then,
"I am not in the mood for hunting."
Swiftflame frowned, disappointed. Oh, well. He's probably been hunting all day. He must be tired. Ha, I bet he knows he has to be at his best to beat me!
"Alright, maybe another time, then?"
Swiftflame asked hopefully, some happiness still left in her voice. Waiting for his answer, Swiftflame bent her head to dig up the squirrel she had caught, to return it to the fresh kill pile in camp.
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Post by thisbecoconuts on Apr 21, 2008 21:01:43 GMT -5
Darkmoon nodded at Swiftflame's innocent request. He would be happy to hunt with her again, but he had some thinking to do... He was changing and it was involuntary. He padded over to the she-cat and looked at her questioningly. They were in a sunny patch. Would it be strange for him to share tongues with her there? He had never really... groomed another... let alone be that close. He shifted his vision and made sure no other cats were around to see Darkmoon. Not that it would matter, what was done was done. How does he ask for a request.. He might think he was hitting on her! :x
"Let's just relax here.. share tongues or something." he murmured, ears flicking forward subtlely waiting for her response. He picked up the three pieces of fresh kill he had and laid it beside him. What would she say?
OoC: MUSE IS GONE. *runs to catch it
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