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Post by Ten on Nov 28, 2008 9:46:02 GMT -5
It could be called ironic: Grimykit was grooming himself.
Also contrary to his name, he was past apprentice age - he had never received a name change.
The tall, tabby tom swept his pink tongue over his shoulder several times, then licked his paw and rubbed it across his ear. A look of haughtiness shone in his green eyes. Tail high, he strutted - movements embellished and exaggerated - to a puddle of water and viewed his reflection.
"Oh, yeah. I'm one handsome fella, mhm. Just look at me. I'm something fine. Ain't no tom 'round here more attractive than me."
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Post by renji on Nov 30, 2008 22:43:57 GMT -5
Nightpelt stalked from the darkness, hard to see until he finally made his way out of the shadows. The Wall was rather uncrowded today and that suited the black tom just fine. There was only the big-eared cat whose name had never been changed; he could deal with one of the "Clan" members around.
He settled afar off from Grimykit and watched him with golden eyes. He seemed to find the situation just fine, and so Nightpelt lay down and began to rest. He had been hunting and had caught himself prey, enough to settle his growling stomach and make it pooch ever so slightly.
All the while he flicked his ear towards Grimykit's sing-song washing session. "Hey, could you keep it down, Dirtkit? Or whatever your name is..."
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Post by Ten on Nov 30, 2008 22:51:18 GMT -5
The tabby jumped, having been unaware of Nightpelt's presence. Insulted (and embarrassed), he thrust up his chin and shouted, "That's Grimykit to you, fatzo!" He came nearer, stride arrogant and swaggering, then stopped at a safe distance and puffed out his little chest. "I don't gotta keep it down for nobody 'cuz ain't nobody the boss o' me. I can do whatever I darn well please."
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Post by renji on Nov 30, 2008 23:08:50 GMT -5
Nightpelt watched the little guy as he did a small dance of indignation. The insult he took from what he had said was humorous. The black tom stood and popped his paw on top of Grimykit's head. "Okay, Grimykit," he said, making sure to emphasize that he had learned his name this time. "I'll leave it to you to keep it down because I could certainly make you."
He leapt past Grimykit and sat afar off again, licking his back shoulder to catch what the little guy would do next. Somehow, this little thing was much like a past sibling, one far off and barely remembered. And so Nightpelt forced it down into memory and forgot what memory he had.
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Post by Ten on Dec 1, 2008 18:58:35 GMT -5
Grimykit shook his head, ears flapping, to brush off the gesture in distaste. "Who do you think you is, just a-throwin' your clumsy paws around?" he asked, eying him ear to tail and back. "You can't make me do nothin'. You just a big, black bag o' bones. I could take you down with my eyes closed," he boasted.
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Post by renji on Dec 1, 2008 22:03:36 GMT -5
Nightpelt felt his ears fall flat to his head even before he realized how insulted he became. It was silly getting so riled up over such a small cat, especially one whose name had never changed. "Shouldn't you be back in the den with your mother, Grimykit?"
It was obvious that Nightpelt knew nothing other than the name the small tom had, for if he was even the least bit informed of other Clan members, he would've known that Grimykit had no family. However, Nightpelt was not one to care about other's problems, much less whether they did or did not have a family.
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Post by Ten on Dec 1, 2008 22:22:56 GMT -5
The tabby scowled, locking his gaze with the older tom. "Ain't got none, no name. She done stopped breathin' after them mongrel cats ripped 'er to shreds." He took note of Nightpelt's angry posture and bristled. "You gonna do the same to me? You another one o' them Clanners, sayin' we oughta be bossed 'round and put in our place by whatever cricket-brain they put in charge?
Go ahead, bite me!"
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Post by renji on Dec 1, 2008 22:34:12 GMT -5
"I have a name," Nightpelt snapped, though he felt less defensive as the tabby revealed his views on Clan life. He forced his fur to lie down and even turned to lick his shoulder. "No one needs a Clan or other cats, but you should really learn how to watch your mouth. And if you keep smarting off, I'll bite you regardless of whatever sob story you throw my way." He tried to force the motherless tom out of his head and go back to grooming his fur, though he knew this wasn't the last he heard of the mouthy tabby.
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Post by Ten on Dec 2, 2008 21:27:08 GMT -5
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout? Ain't got no sob stories! I wuz jus' tellin' you what happened!" he exclaimed, defensive. He couldn't allow himself to seem weak. "And o' course nobody need nobody. Don't gotta tell me that. It's them freaks you gotta watch out fer - glad you ain't one o' 'em. What's your name, anyhow?"
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Post by renji on Dec 2, 2008 21:38:05 GMT -5
Nightpelt honestly couldn't have agreed more. "It's Nightpelt," the warrior said proudly. "Though I'm surprised a baby like you is running around saying all those things about being a loner. How do you even keep warm at night?" It was curiosity that caught Nightpelt's attention about the tabby. Nightpelt wished he didn't have to rely on anyone, and if Grimykit had found a way to survive completely devoid of others, Nightpelt wanted to know about it.
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