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Post by miki on May 22, 2009 16:44:52 GMT -5
A cool breeze ruffled his fur, and Sprucetail froze, praying his thanks he was downwind. His blue eyes were locked on a squirrel, sitting about three tail-lengths away, attempting to crack a nut. The tabby shifted his hindquarters, dropping into ThunderClan's distinct hunter's crouch. The tom suddenly sprang, hurling himself towards the squirrel.
There was a horrified squeal as the rodent saw the warrior, and it turned and fled. Sprucetail pounded after it, determined not to lose it that easily. The brown tabby was closing in, but the squirrel was making a beeline for the nearest tree. It scrambled up the trunk, forcing Sprucetail to skid to a hault at the base.
The young warrior looked up at the squirrel, now sitting on the lowest branch. It let out a stream of chips and cries, seeming to curse Sprucetail for trying to take its life. Sprucetail just shook his head and began to turn away. He was in no rush, and that thought made him turn around. The squirrel still sat there, taunting him.
Narrowing his blue eyes, the tom rushed forwards, shinnying up the tree and scrambling onto the same branch as the annoying rodent. It let out a chirp of surprise, and began to head further down the branch. Sprucetail watched it, digging his claws in to the bark until he regained his balance. Then he padded calmly after the squirrel, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. The nearest tree was too far away for the little rodent to jump. The brown tom precariously crept forward, pausing only once when the branch dipped under his weight. The squirrel was trembling, Sprucetail could see it clearly. He made a false start, and the squirrel jumped, lost its balance and spiraled towards the ground.
There was a soft thud, and Sprucetail peered over the branch to look at the ground. The squirrel lay amongst the leaves, motionless. Sprucetail grinned, that had to have been the coolest thing he'd ever done. He hadn't even touched the squirrel but had managed to kill it anyways. If only one of his Clanmates had seen that. If only...
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Post by Meerful on May 22, 2009 17:02:05 GMT -5
[i'm going to post here with Desertheart, just give me a minute ;] ]
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Post by miki on May 24, 2009 22:50:43 GMT -5
((Oh, sorry I disappeared, my friend stole me from home XD.))
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Post by Meerful on May 30, 2009 17:47:45 GMT -5
Desertheart,,
We're the girls chewing styrofoam,
Pulling out wigs under a monochrome glow
The only line that's talking us into bed,
Is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads
So don't look away form the clouds leaking rust
The kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust.
Desertheart huffed loudly and recoiled as a brown body seemed to plunge from the skies and place itself at her paws. She tentatively craned her neck, sniffing curiously at it. By the looks of the scene, the victim was just a squirrel. She curled her lip. Not her favourite animal in the world. She disregarded it swiftly and turned her attention to her surroundings. Her paws came together, and she rocked back onto her haunches, equivalent to a sitting position. However, the femme was too tense to feel as relaxed as she looked. There was something mysterious about squirrels dropping dead, especially when no claw dealt a fatal blow. And since when do squirrels fall out of trees? What squirrel is that dumb? Desertheart shook her head, her eyes blinking pensively.
She glanced around, her eyes darting suspiciously. Finally, the rested upon a conclusion; a tom in a tree. Desertheart's mouth upturned on one side in a smirk. She rolled her eyes and gracefully padded forward so that she was directly beneath his stance in the tree.
"Well, I must say I'm flattered, that's quite sweet of you to disrupt me by scaring a squirrel to death." Desertheart laughed dryly and sat down, waiting for the tom to retreat from his place on the branch.
[epic fail at posting xD]
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Post by miki on May 31, 2009 13:13:06 GMT -5
((It's not that bad...wish my post could be longer and better, but my brother's kicking me off DX))
Sprucetail tensed as he noticed a cat walking past. The squirrel was going to hit her, but then she stopped abruptly, and the squirrel crashed on the ground in front of the she-cat. Sprucetail recognized the cat as Desertheart, and his lips curved into a grin. He watched in amusement as the she-cat sniffed at the squirrel, than sat down as if to wait for the hunter to expose himself. Sprucetail remained where he was, and to his enjoyment, Desertheart began to look around, and she finally spotted him.
"Well, I must say I'm flattered, that's quite sweet of you to disrupt me by scaring a squirrel to death."[/i]
"I do my best to be a flattering tom." Sprucetail replied, his tone light and teasing. He scrambled down the tree trunk, and padded up to Desertheart. He sniffed at the squirrel, then looked at his Clanmate. "It was quite a kill though, don't you think?"[/size]
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Post by Meerful on May 31, 2009 13:42:16 GMT -5
Desertheart,,
i'm on a boat and
its going fast and
i got a nautical themed pashmina afghan
i'm king of the world
i'm on a boat like leo
if you're on the shore
then you're sure not me OH!
[well grr to him! i just haven't really created a really unique personality for desertheart. i NEVER rp her]
A smirk etched itself onto Desertheart's shy features, and she laughed quietly.
"I'm sure you do try, its a shame you're still a lonely flirting tom" She teased, playfully shoving her with her shoulder. She then returned her attention to the petrified squirrel whose face was permanently carved into a state of shock. poor mate Desertheart thought to herself. Of course, she could never really have pity for an animal she detested so much.
Three words; Desertheart hates squirrels.
Sighing, Desertheart relaxed her stiff limbs, realizing that she had become tense with irritation. She finally registered the fact that Sprucetail had spoken again.
"It wasn't much of a kill. I'm not surprised it fell out of the tree. I'd want to die too, if I were a squirrel." She curled her lip in disgust at the creature. Then she smiled at Sprucetail. "But you had a pretty impressive technique. Very tactful. I gotta admit, I wouldn't be too keen on trying so hard to get a squirrel." Desertheart added, curling her tail around her paws.
[bleh!]
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Post by miki on Jun 1, 2009 16:11:45 GMT -5
((Does she have a bio posted somewhere? I tried looking for it but couldn't find it..))
Sprucetail watched Desertheart's expression as she replied. At her soft, shy smile, they tabby tom could only grin. He loved to make other cats happy, or at least amuse them. There seemed to be nothing more rewarding than seeing another cat happy. Her comment though, surprised him. Was he a flirt? Sprucetail tilted his head curiously, but before he could comment, Desertheart was already criticizing his kill.
"Yeah, I was bored, so I tried harder than I normally would've. But nothing's wrong with that, right? Some cat will enjoy this squirrel." The tom hesitated, debating what to do with the kill. It was his first catch, but he wasn't on a hunting patrol, the patrol had already caught enough. Sprucetail could invite Desertheart to hunt with him, or they could do something else. It really didn't matter to the warrior, and he cast a questioning glance at Desertheart, as if asking for her input.
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Post by Meerful on Jun 1, 2009 21:09:04 GMT -5
Desertheart,,
Guess its just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Drawing her tongue across her lips, Desertheart shrugged and allowed the tip of her tail to busily twitch back and forth as she breathed in and out in a circular motion. [ugh my fries are gross...] She smiled at the tom and inwardly admired him. It was nice for cats to be so determined to feed their clan... Even if it was just boredom and it was just a lousy squirrel. To her anyway. He was right. There would be a cat who would really tear into that sucker and love every second of it.
She just wasn't one of those cats.
Shrugging lightly, Desertheart lifted herself to her paws fluidly and began to rip up the ground in a nice squirrel-sized hole.
"Let's just get some more and collect it later. I think we should really start steppin' up and all since its finally warmer out." She commented, hoping he would agree. "If you'd rather not, that's fine," She added, "but it'd be more fun if you came with me" Desertheart smirked at him and arched her back in a stretch, shaking her pelt as she came down.
DONE L:
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Post by miki on Jun 7, 2009 23:59:41 GMT -5
Sprucetail watched as Desertheart scraped out a place for the squirrel and open-endedly invited him to continue hunting with her. His blue eyes glittered with excitement, "I'd like to keep on hunting. Should we make it a competition? Just like those old apprentice days?" He asked, his voice teasing, though the challenge was serious.
((Bleh...))
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Post by Meerful on Jun 27, 2009 18:08:01 GMT -5
Desertheart,,
i'm filling in the negative spaces with positively everything
Desertheart frowned inwardly at the idea. Sure, she always loved a good competition and was known for being hot-headed and overly serious during contests, but she didn't want to compete with this tom. She wanted to talk to him. It had been a while since she'd really talked to anyone, and it would be a nice change to have a lovely conversation. But he did seem enthused, and she didn't want to bother him.
"Well," She began, flexing her claws in the dirt, "We can if you want." Desertheart stifled a sneeze as the wind blew past and tickled her nose. "I'm really up for anything." She told the tom.
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