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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 13, 2008 6:38:42 GMT -5
After so many moons of wandering, pavement had begun to feel natural again under his paws. The rough, hard surface was one he'd tread as a very small kit, and used to bring a feeling of "home" to him whenever he walked it.
Now, Ghost didn't have a home anymore. He scorned the very idea of a home. Still...it felt distinctly strange to have anything other than pavement -- even the grainy, sand-covered pavement around here -- under his paws.
Nonetheless, boredom and determination made an odd combination in the young tom. He'd wormed his way through the Twoleg gardens, covering his white fur in leaves and dirt, till reaching a fence and clawing his way over it. He'd landed lightly in the sandy wasteland beyond, necklace clinking, and shook himself off. Now he sat against the fence, just beyond the world he was allowed to live in, and stared across the long beach, thinking.
Six moons it had been since he'd been chased away from this place, or near enough to that. Six moons, and he'd survived, against all odds. He knew the best spots to pick out halfway decent meals, even enough hunting to survive in a place like the forest. Spring was coming again now, and with it the Twoleggers that would make his life easy.
It felt...empty.
Ghost wondered where he'd be now, if the fat-brained leader hadn't tried to kill him. Would he be a part of that...Clan, following their ways? After six moons with hardened rogues, hearing hate-filled stories, he didn't think he'd take up that life even if they begged him to do it. But still...where had leaving it gotten him? Where was he supposed to go now, what was he supposed to do?
These questions filled the young tom with an edgy sort of energy. He almost wished a Clan cat would come along and harass him for being on this side of the fences, just to get in a scrap.
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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 13, 2008 10:36:38 GMT -5
Canary awakened and noticed that Ghost was gone. Curious, she followed his scent. It took her through a pawful of twoleg gardens and then to a fence. She dug her claws in and reached the top of it. She sat and looked down at her brother.
"What are you doing?!" She asked, confused. He was now in Ivoryclan territory.
Ghost and Canary had conflicting ideas about where they should live. Canary, regardless of the way they were treated, still wanted to join the clan. She looked at it as that they had no other choice. Surely they couldn't live by themselves for the rest of their lives?
Sure, some of the clan cats were hostile towards them, but if Silverstripe was kind wouldn't that mean there were others? It looked to Canary like most of the clan was against the leader. Perhaps they'd get a different leader and then she and Ghost could easily join.
It was strange, looking down at her brother. He appeared to be almost twice her size now. Canary had not grown much at all in the last six moons, so still looked to be a kit. Her build was dainty and her fur soft. That didn't mean she was weak though.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 13, 2008 12:11:54 GMT -5
Ghost was lost in thought by the time his sister approached; her words startled him back into awareness, making him jump. He spun to face Twolegplace, bristling a little from startlement and Canary's scandalized tone, and glared up at his sister on top of the fence.
"I'm thinking," he retorted moodily, turning back to face Clan land again. "There's not a problem with that, is there?"
It was funny, but it felt to Ghost that the time alone with his sister in this hostile place had pulled them farther apart, rather than bringing them closer. Maybe it was because they were such different cats. Ghost was well aware that if Canary was offered Clan membership, she would take it in a heartbeat; likewise, she knew that he scorned the idea with every breath he took. They couldn't agree on it, and had come as close to fighting about the matter as they had about anything since losing their old home.
So now Ghost kept silent, not adding to his earlier comment. He didn't want to start a fight on the edge of enemy territory.
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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 14, 2008 19:35:20 GMT -5
Canary stepped back at her brother's hostility, but then rolled her eyes. He was being ridiculously angsty today and it was rather annoying. She heaved a sigh, making a move to climb back up and over the fence. Then, a scent caught her nostrils.
"I think a clan cat is approaching...." She whispered the warning to Ghost.
She was correct. A few foxlengths away was Mothflight. The tortie tom had separated himself from the hunting patrol unintentionally. Just when he realized he could not scent his companions anymore, he scented intruders. Thus he decided to take it upon himself to check it out.
He was a bit relieved to find it was only two young loners. They were barely over the border, but Mothflight was in one of his moods. He felt the need to pick a bit of a fight with them. "What are you doing on Ivoryclan territory?" Mothflight spat.
Canary stared at the tortie tom. They were hardly even a tail-length into the clan territory. His question angered her enough that she spoke instead of waiting for Ghost, "We're hardly in your precious territory at all."
"Well then...it shouldn't take you long to get out in that case."
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 14, 2008 20:22:31 GMT -5
Ghost started to give a disgusted sigh over the thought of Canary being upset with him, again, but stopped midway when he caught a scent. He looked up at Canary, eyes wide, even as she spoke.
"I think a clan cat is approaching...."
For a moment Ghost was nervous. Then he thought better of it. He decided he was in the mood for a fight, and stood up as the older tom approached. He glared at Mothflight, digging up an especially juicy insult so he could jump in first --
And then he spotted the charm dangling around the warrior's neck. He froze, completely missing his opening. This was that cat, the one they'd seen back in their brief tour of IvoryClan lands...
The other cats' conversation almost passed him completely by.
"What are you doing on Ivoryclan territory?"
"We're hardly in your precious territory at all."
"Well then...it shouldn't take you long to get out in that case."
Finally Ghost managed to snap out of his surprise, hissing angrily to break into the argument. "You wanna fight, mush-for-brains?" he jeered, taking a step forwards. "Ooh, look, you little thief" -- his startled thoughts slipping out in that one word -- "I've taken two whole steps onto your oh-so-sacred territory! Watcha gonna do about it, huh? Think you can take me on?"
His eyes flickered once to Canary and back to Mothflight again. He half hoped she'd forget about being angry and get out of this: he wanted a fight, and he knew she'd make him feel guilty about picking one if she watched or joined in.
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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 21, 2008 17:22:46 GMT -5
Canary could tell Ghost was trying his best to pick a fight. It irked her greatly, but she knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind. She tried anyway, "Come on, Ghost, let's go. He's not worth the energy!" She glared her dull amber orbs at Mothflight as she spoke, then hopped effortlessly to the top of the fence and down to the otherside -exit-
Mothflight was surprised to see the bold she-cat back down and leave so promptly. He shook it off fast and turned his attention to the tom, "I can defiantly take you." The tortie tom said, a smirk playing upon his lips. That said he lunged for Ghost, aiming to dig his claws into the young tom's shoulders.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 25, 2008 8:14:42 GMT -5
Ghost was only listening to his sister out of one ear, giving no hint that he'd heard her. He was relieved that she got out of it so quickly, though -- a relief not untinged by guilt; he knew she didn't like it when he fought. But still, there was no time for any of that now --
The older tom lunged for Ghost. The younger tom felt claws dig into his shoulders and dropped, rolling to make his opponent loose his grip; on his side he twisted, snapping with his teeth, and leapt back to his feet. He was fast, and not as soft as those gutless Clan cats; he'd had his share of fights over the winter and he knew better than to let the other cat hold the offensive. Before Mothflight could attack him again he lunged forward, aiming a swipe straight at the warrior's face --
But then a thought occurred to him. Even if this tom was the filthy, heartless thief Ghost was so sure he must be, he had a soul. Ghost knew cats went crazy if you stole their soul -- had seen it happen. If by some wild chance this tom really did have a soul despite his alliance --
Well, he didn't deserve one. At the last second Ghost changed the angle of his attack mid-swipe, attempting to catch his claws on the charm and yank it off of the warrior's head.
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Post by Đarκsong on Oct 25, 2008 12:39:07 GMT -5
Mothflight lost his grip when Ghost rolled. He then easily evaded the young toms bites. Before Mothflight could even think of an attack to do, the rouge's paw came at his face, claws unsheathed. The talons narrowly missed his face and instead caught on the charm he wore around his neck.
He was unaware his opponent meant to do it and viewed it as a mistake. He raked his claws on Ghost's sides as the young tom had his claws stuck on the pentacle charm.
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Oct 26, 2008 10:47:43 GMT -5
Ghost stifled a yowl of pain as sharp claws dragged down his side, clenching his teeth and refusing to back away. Worse than the claw-marks was the pain in his paw, which was now tangled in the charm and twisted at an awkward angle. With a snarl the tom yanked on that paw, trying to draw the charm over the other tom's head.
OOc;{This is probably the shortest post I've made in months. xD}
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Post by Đarκsong on Nov 9, 2008 11:32:29 GMT -5
Mothflight snapped his head down to bite Ghost's paw. As his head moved down, he felt the cord of the necklace slip down his neck and over his ears. It fell with a small clink to the ground.
It seemed as though the tortie tom's heart skipped a beat as it hit the forest floor. He had never before taken off the necklace, and without it he felt odd and light-headed. It was as though more than just the charm was gone. Something else from deep within came out along with it.
Mothflight hissed at Ghost and pounced towards him.
((ooc: I kinda want to end this soon, just so you know XD So maybe Ghost can take off or something. Whatever you wanna do! ))
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Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Nov 11, 2008 9:17:01 GMT -5
OOc;{Will do. =P}
Ghost felt a rush of triumph as the chain slipped over Mothflight's head. He darted backward, half his attention on keeping the charm tangled around his leg, and ducked under Mothflight's coming attack.
He wasn't quite fast enough, distracted and hampered as he was by the extra 'soul' -- even as he turned to dodge the young tom felt claws digging into his flank. Stifling a snarl of pain, Ghost dodged backwards, and was surprised to see that reason still lit his opponent's eyes.
Ah well. Maybe the cat was stupid and it would take him longer to go mad. Or maybe the soul was stolen after all, and he wouldn't at all. What a pity. Still, there was a chance --
Ghost darted backwards, on the defensive now, dodging back and forth under Mothflight's attack. "You're a goner now, kitty," he taunted, backing up against the fence. Every moment he spent here now was a chance to lose the talisman again. Quick as a flash, the white tom spun and raced up the fence, dropping heavily into the flowerbeds on the other side.
He stayed tense a moment, just in case the tom got it into his head to chase after, then let out his breath. His side stung, as well as his shoulders where the warrior had clawed them, but worse was the pain in his paw, a deep ache. He'd probably sprained it trying to yank off the chain.
Still, it was definitely worth it. Careful not to hurt his paw worse than it already did, he untangled the chain from his leg and caught the talisman in his teeth, flipping the loose end over his head. Letting the charm loose, he shook his head and pawed at the necklace till it dropped down past his muzzle around his neck. He felt the cold weight of it around his neck with triumph rather than guilt, and shook himself experimentally; this one was loose around his neck, not as comfortably snug as the charm a Twolegger had tied for him, but not so low as to interfere with his movement.
Spoils of battle, he thought smugly, and limped off toward the corner where he and Canary slept, a safer place to clean his wounds. She'd kill him for this, but he decided he didn't particularly care. [exit, unless someone wants something to happen here xD]
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Post by Đarκsong on Nov 11, 2008 9:36:00 GMT -5
Since the younger tom's movements weren't quite as fast as his own, Mothflight easily sunk his claws into Ghost's back. Ghost jumped back and Mothflight released his grip. He watched the rouge climb back over the fence and did nothing to stop him. It wasn't that he wanted to let the tom get away with it, no, but that he simply felt rooted to the spot he sat.
It felt like his head was spinning, so much so that he laid down for a moment. Mothflight's breathing became heavily and his legs weak. His pelt was drenched in a cold sweat. He felt as though he might vomit, he could hear ringing in his ears, and he could only see a glaringly bright yellow. It was the worst he'd ever felt in his whole life.
The feelings slowly slipped away as he felt a paw prod his side. His vision cleared to see Darksong's amber gaze. The ebony tom said something, but Mothflight failed to hear it. Darksong grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him up to his feet and assisted him back to camp. He of course noticed the necklace was gone, but decided he would ask later where it had gone.
{{ooc: DONE YAY!}}
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