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Post by Ten on Dec 11, 2008 22:19:22 GMT -5
At her degrading remarks, the tall tabby's fur stood on end. He flattened his ears and hissed. The harsh, alveolar sound, along with his fluffed fur and visible fangs, made him seem less like a scrawny kit and more like a formidable, furious feline. Grimykit wasn't going to take that kind of talk from her. She could either shut her face or end up on the receiving end of something sharp.
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Post by renji on Dec 12, 2008 0:51:12 GMT -5
Nightpelt tossed his head back and laughed. The two of them both were oddities. Sure, he wasn't the most normal cat around, but Frailheart was sickly and Grimykit was an untrained adolescent. He was probably the only one who could hunt successfully out of the three of them. "Are you two really going to fight over so little? If it's hunting that you need help with, just say the word." Somehow, having two loyal cats to him--instead of a "Clan"--seemed like an appetizing idea.
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Post by Ten on Dec 12, 2008 20:59:10 GMT -5
Grimykit relaxed enough for his fur to flatten, though his muscles remained tense. "I don't need no help with nothin'. What, you thinkin' you can raise me like you's my daddy or somethin'? I'm old enough to be yer brotha," he exaggerated. "And 'sides, I don't need ta hunt."
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Post by Gosh on Dec 13, 2008 12:12:40 GMT -5
Frailheart snorted. "I don't know you and yet you want me to be in debt to you? No thanks." She glanced at Grimykit. "What do you mean, you don't need to hunt? Are you saying you're immortal or something?" Her voice turned sarcastic at the end, and she couldn't help smirking.
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Post by Ten on Dec 13, 2008 12:20:17 GMT -5
"Ya got a weak brain, too?" the tabby asked with a glare. "What I's sayin' is I don't need to hunt. Otha cats, they does it for me. They kill it; I eat it. Works purdy good for me."
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Post by Gosh on Dec 13, 2008 13:43:33 GMT -5
"Oh, so your mother hunts for you, is that it? I should have known-a kit like you doesn't have to hunt. Not yet anyways." This was rubbish-Frailheart understood what Grimykit was actually saying. He stole and scavenged-like her.
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Post by Ten on Dec 13, 2008 14:09:14 GMT -5
Fierce anger flared within him. "My motha's dead," he growled, low and menacing. His tabby pelt rose once more. "And if ya don't shuddup, I'll claw ya inta a bloody pulp, whateva yer name is."
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Post by Gosh on Dec 13, 2008 18:27:42 GMT -5
"Oh," Frailheart meowed, "then I suppose you have a group of cats who support the idea of a Clan? I mean, theoretically, in a Clan everyone would get fed, even the kits. No offense to you, but I think that's rubbish." She looked at him curiously. If he stole and scavenged, he probably wasn't the Clan type, but looks weren't everything.
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Post by Ten on Dec 13, 2008 18:47:15 GMT -5
"O' course I ain't got no group o' Clanner cats. Where'd you eva get that idea? You really is weak in the brain, ain'tcha?" He frowned, tilting his head. "You stupid cuz yer a she-cat or for some otha reason? What's your name, anyhow?"
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Post by Gosh on Dec 13, 2008 18:52:00 GMT -5
"I'm not stupid," Frailheart spat. "I'm only asking questions that could be possible from your previous answers. And, if you really care, which I doubt, my name is Frailheart." She stared at him coldly, daring him to comment on this. After a moment, she added, "What's your name?"
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