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Post by Ten on Feb 19, 2009 23:17:55 GMT -5
A black and white tom entered the boneyard, his movements slow and hesitant. He wasn't sure which of these decomposing bodies were his parents. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
But the desert's climate made for a good preservative. Though they had become a frightful sight, his mother and father were quite recognizable. Shortwhisker winced. Their faces were sandy and disfigured, seeming to sink into themselves. He wanted to look away; he did not.
Even though they had died of natural causes, even though he was grown and could take care of himself, even though there was no tradegy here, Shortwhisker felt that this was wrong. Had there been a Clan, there would be a higher standard of living and his parents could have lived longer lives. But there was no Clan.
Not yet.
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Post by duckyaisha on Feb 20, 2009 17:27:08 GMT -5
Patchfur slowly crept into the bone-filled patch of sand, his fur standing on end. It wasn't the wisdom of his parents he was seeking today, the ginger and white tom just wanted to see his sister. He looked around, finally spotting what was left of her russet-colored fur among the corpses. "I know you wouldn't want there to be a clan," he meowed softly, pretending he was talking to his living sister, when in reality his voice had no effect on her dead body. His mouth twisted into a strange half-smile as he looked at her. "You'd rather die. That's what you said to me before they did this-" Patchfur's words broke off as he traced the scars, still visible on her patchy fur, from the cats she had died fighting. "to you." He finished, and lay his head on his paws.
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Post by Ten on Feb 20, 2009 17:43:52 GMT -5
"W-what was that you said?" Shortwhisker asked. He knew the tom was speaking to one of the deceased, but he had overheard something that disturbed him. "I t-thought I heard y-you say 'Clan'."
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Post by Gosh on Feb 20, 2009 20:08:30 GMT -5
Bronzefoot entered the graveyard. He did not bother to search for his brother's body; he did not wish to see the brown fur of the only cat he had ever trusted. Instead, he gazed out into the distance, trying to tune out the mews of the cats near him.
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Post by duckyaisha on Feb 21, 2009 6:46:54 GMT -5
Patchfur's fur bristled in fear, and he whipped around to face the mysterious voice. Seeing it was just another cat, he let his fur lie flat. Even the smallest sounds were scary in a creepy place like boneyard, especially for small cats like Patchfur. "Yeah, I said Clan," Patchfur meowed. "Russetstorm didn't want a clan, and she died. I think it makes sense, living together and working together to hunt prey," the tom said thoughtfully. "But I don't want there to be a leader. I think every cat should run their own life, and when a decision for the clan needs to be made, all the cats could decide together and compromise. I think that would be much fairer."
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Post by Ten on Feb 21, 2009 8:28:21 GMT -5
Not a large cat himself, Shortwhisker strode toward him. "A Clan m-must have a leader. That's the only way to keep peace and have e-everyone be organized. Cats c-can't live together as a group without s-someone in charge."
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Post by Gosh on Feb 21, 2009 9:26:25 GMT -5
Bronzefoot turned. "I don't know your name," he meowed to the black and white tom. "But I'm Bronzefoot. And I'm a complete stranger to you, I believe. Would you trust me to rule your life perfectly? Would you trust me to make you go on rat hunts when you wanted to? I don't know about the first part, but the second question would be impossible to say yes to. Why? I don't know what you're thinking. Not to mention I don't know you very well. So it would be impossible for me to be able to make you go on a rat hunt when you actually want to. That's something only you can do." He left it at that; if the black and white cat didn't understand, he would explain further.
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Post by Ten on Feb 21, 2009 9:38:12 GMT -5
"I'm S-Shortwhisker," he muttered before answering, "You may be a complete stranger, b-but the cat chosen to be leader wouldn't be. To th-that cat, my answers would be yes." He narrowed his eyes, deciding that this tom had a problem.
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Post by Gosh on Feb 21, 2009 10:17:54 GMT -5
Bronzefoot raised his eyebrows. "Mmkay, so you say the leader wouldn't be a stranger. I'll buy that. Now, if there were a leader of this entire enclosure, how would they know you well enough to know exactly when you wanted to go on a rat hunt and when you didn't? I mean, there are tons of cats in here. With all of their important duties, they wouldn't get to know you that well, would they? So how would they know your mind?"
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Post by Ten on Feb 21, 2009 10:34:58 GMT -5
"I don't care when I g-go on rat hunts. Whenever the leader says is a good t-time for me," Shortwhisker replied, glaring at him. While it was good that Bronzefoot was asking questions rather than spouting lies, he was still resisting the truth. "Th-they'd know me well enough, and they d-don't need to know my m-mind, because my mind is to do what my leader t-tells me to."
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