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Post by neffy on Sept 14, 2008 0:38:44 GMT -5
"I can't wait to get out of here, how about you?"
A lump lay beside a tangle of wiry brown things that crawled across the wall. If your eyesight was good and your sense of smell even more so, you might perhaps acknowledge the rag of dirt-engrossed fur, matted pelt of sand and other debris, and insane ramblings a cat.
The mass of demoralized feline twitched, arched, and then rolled over to avoid the outcome of what had spilled from her mouth. A dry tongue ran over her mouth and she giggled. To others, the laugh might have sounded like a cough.
"I can't wait to get out of here, how about you?" she repeated. There was no one around her, and she refused to open her eyes to see if maybe someone was in earshot. She sniffed the air for Tawnyfur; her scent was stale. "Humph." Her granddaughter was the only cat that would stand to have a conversation with her, and she missed the youthful she-cat's presence.
Brushface reached out with a paw, unsheathed it, and touched the wall. She ran her claws along its hard surface and laughed abruptly again. Today, she thought, we'll be freed.
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Post by Ten on Sept 17, 2008 18:40:18 GMT -5
Woodstripe padded up to the wall, tail held high in the curved shape of a question-mark. She could only assume Blackfur had followed her. When she sat down and turned her head, hoping to see the black she-cat behind her, she noticed Brushface pawing at the wall. The tabby winced... but decided it wouldn't do much harm to have a conversation near her. The cat was crazy; even if she conjured up a way to use what she overheard against Woodstripe, no one would believe her.
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 18, 2008 6:37:16 GMT -5
Blackfur padded over to where Woodstripe sat. No one could hear them there. Except for Brushface, the craziest cat in the edifice. What could she possibly do with the information they would share?
The she-cat sat beside Woodstripe, her tail curled over her paws. "So," she began, "about the deceased. What did you have in mind?"
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Post by Ten on Sept 18, 2008 16:41:33 GMT -5
Woodstripe cleared her throat. "Of course, you know the current options: either expend energy working through the rocky soil to bury the corpse, shove the body up to the wall so that scavengers can eat bits through the cracks, diminishing it over time, or leave the cat at their death-place and let the rats and insects take over. I'd like to know your individual beliefs on this issue."
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 19, 2008 14:35:24 GMT -5
"Well, I have no clear answer to that issue," Blackfur said. "I suppose we could do any of them. But if you you really want my opinion, then: I think that leaving the cat to be eaten is gruesome and disrespectful. But simply letting it decay is just as horrible. And a burial is more honorable, but takes time and effort. So perhaps we could simply cover the corpse with the soil, and say a few words of respect."
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Post by Ten on Sept 19, 2008 17:32:22 GMT -5
"You'd have to scape together a good amount of dirt to keep the pests out." The tabby brushed the hard ground with her paw, then looked at Blackfur with her head tilted. "Why didn't you want Tawnyfur to hear this?"
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 19, 2008 19:29:43 GMT -5
"That's true," Blackfur agreed. She then looked at Woodstripe with an intense gaze. "I didn't care whether or not she heard the discussion about the deceased," she whispered. "However, the subject I will talk about next is a different matter. I know you want to be leader, Woodstripe. Well, I want to be deputy. So, why don't we get the Clan back together?" She smiled, hoping Woodstripe would agree. "Imagine how much we could do for the Clan," Blackfur said. "You would be a perfect leader—and I a perfect deputy."
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Post by Ten on Sept 20, 2008 10:02:50 GMT -5
ooc| pm'd you.
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Post by Ten on Sept 20, 2008 11:50:33 GMT -5
Woodstripe tilted her head and considered. Blackfur's support pleased her but the black she-cat's ambition made her wary.
"I'd be pleased for you to aid me in that endeavor," she mewed at last, "but why keep this private?"
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 20, 2008 12:53:02 GMT -5
Blackfur beamed. Woodstripe would help! But then there was the matter of privacy. She would just have to tell her. "Working in secrecy would increase our chances," she explained. "After all, if we were too straight forward, we might cause arguments. If the Clan is fighting, they will never listen to our ideas. We just need to drop hints, push the Clan towards unity. Then we could step in, and be named the new leader and deputy."
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