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Post by lynxfire on Oct 29, 2009 6:29:58 GMT -5
Petalpaw plodded slowly around, her paws feeling good on the cool stones set deeply in the grass. She liked the cemetery. It had a peaceful feel about it. And there were flowers. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and the morning mist hadn't evaporated away yet, leaving the air damp and cool. Petalpaw felt fresh and energetic, as always. She wondered what she'd be doing today... ((OOC – I left it vague because I don't know if it's going to be a training session or what.  )) |
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Post by Wildheart on Oct 29, 2009 7:32:27 GMT -5
A pair of brilliant golden eyes shone warmly from atop a flat-stopped stone nearby. "On time I see." Purred the blue and white tom, rising agilely to his paws and flicking his thin tail for balance. He sprang to the ground, lithe and graceful as a flitting skylark. He was quite an odd looking cat, with limbs that were too long for his stocky body.
"I thought you might like to come on a border patrol today?" He continued, flicking his apprentice lightly with his tail.
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Post by lynxfire on Oct 30, 2009 4:57:43 GMT -5
Even though Petalpaw had been expected here, she was perpetually in a world of her own, day-dreaming and fantasizing about flowers and feathers and StarClan only knew what else. So it still made her jump and yelp when her mentor Nightcrawler suddenly appeared atop one of the queer flat stones. But she was used to surprises of the sort, so she didn't really take very long to recover. In fact she started purring loudly at the praise. "I am always early," she said in a sing-song voice.
It wasn't true. She was almost always late. It was just that today she'd been awoken by birdsong and it had evoked in her a sense of adventure. Only upon reaching the cemetery by coincidence had she actually remembered that she was expected here. But she left all of that out, of course.
"Border patrol?" she said, delighted. "Sure! That sounds wonderful! Oh, the flowers I could find, circling the whole of CrowClan's territory..."
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 1, 2009 8:18:49 GMT -5
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head in mock horror. "The Tunnelclan cats that might spring on you unaware as you search for flowers." He teased, flicking the apprentice with a playful tailtip. "Senses alert, Petalpaw, border patrol is the framework of each and every clan. without our territory we are not who we are born to be, remember."
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 6, 2009 5:20:18 GMT -5
Petalpaw walked around, weaving in and out of all the strange smooth stones, and sniffing here and there at some exotic-smelling weed or two. One ear was listening to her mentor, but the other was listening to early-morning birdsong.
She nodded enthusiastically in agreement with Nightcrawler's words, but she completely missed their point. "Of course, of course!" she trilled. "Without our territory, we would have no flowers and feathers and shiny things, and without all those, we shall have no purpose in life..."
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 6, 2009 8:34:02 GMT -5
Nightcrawler's eyes glimmered in amusement. She had been aptly named, this one. A trury unique cat, something he could appreciate.
"Of course not. No clanmates or prey, either." He remarked, fluidly jumping a nearby fence, sniffing the air as he landed. "Be sure to watch out for Twolegs. They rarely interfere with us, but you should always be aware of them. Their kits can be unpredictable."
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 7, 2009 23:40:52 GMT -5
Petalpaw jumped after Nightcrawler, trying to clear the fence in as fluid a jump as her mentor had, but she crashed headfirst into it and landed in a heap on the wrong side. She was completely unfazed. "Oops!" she yelped, bruised and wet, and then she tried again. This time she dug her front claws in and scrambled up on top of the fence in an extremely ungainly manner. Then, perched on top, she crowed happily, "I did it!"
She didn't come down yet. She looked around, enjoying her vantage point and wondering if she could spot any butterflies from up here. She was only half listening to Nightcrawler's talk about Twolegs. "Ah, yes, of course," she answered dreamily. "Unpredictable, yes, yes. Hey, look!! A butterfly!"
She leaped up to try and catch it, and of course didn't think about landing. Her instincs helped her to land back on her feet, but not much more: her knees buckled and she sat down suddenly on her haunches. "Oh!" she exclaimed, wearing a comical expression of shock on her face.
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 8, 2009 9:36:51 GMT -5
Nightcrawler bit his lip to keep from laughing - he hadn't seen uncoordination like that in a while!
"Petalpaw! Are you hurt?" He mewed, nosing her carefully. He didn't think she was, but the concern was still there for her. "Now, perhaps you;'ll listen to me for a moment? I think I'm going to have to teach you how to jump - and land!" His golden eyes glimmered in amusement.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 14, 2009 4:11:37 GMT -5
She wasn't hurt – just a little winded, and very disappointed about losing the butterfly. She shook her head. "I'm not hurt," she said airily. "But I wanted that butterfly..." She sat still while Nightcrawler nosed her, patient, and quite convinced she wasn't really hurt.
She leaped up in excitement, bumping into Nightcrawler by accident, when he told her that he was going to teach her to jump. "Oh, wonderful!" she cried, eyes glowing. "Now I can catch butterflies properly!" She then listened attentively, because she was quite capable of doing this, if only she wanted to.
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Post by Wildheart on Nov 20, 2009 7:01:49 GMT -5
He stumbled, having to flick his thin tail to help him balance. "Easy." He laughed. Sitting down, he gestured lightly to the sky. "You know, they are just creatures, who as we do, try to live their lives as best they know how. Perhaps you would be happier merely watching them than capturing them?" He suggested lightly.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 20, 2009 22:33:54 GMT -5
Petalpaw tilted her head, more than a little surprised at this new viewpoint. Indeed nobody had tried putting this to her before. They had always accepted her unusual personality and took it as part of her character. She had never considered what Nightcrawler was saying before. To her, it had always been whatever she wanted, she took for her own.
Her eyes stretched wide, she contemplated this for a moment. "But – but then they'd fly away, and I'd have to find new ones," she said slowly. "But if I didn't catch them, I could watch them fly instead of squash them. But they could always escape. But I wouldn't want to be caught if I was a butterfly. But I would want to catch one if I was a cat, which I am. But..." She went on mumbling to herself like this, apparently lost in thought, all excitement over learning how to jump and land temporarily eschewed.
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