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Post by Cloud on Mar 14, 2010 14:19:55 GMT -5
It was a hot day, just like any other day. Hailpaw was disappointed to have found no toms yet today. At least, none that looked young and handsome. Then again, it was hard to tell in this hateful darkness.
But she had a plan, one she'd never tried before but that was sure to succeed. She'd start a rat hunt - there was a pack of them nearby - and then she'd offer herself to the most handsome tom who came after they'd caught the rat. It was perfect.
"So, who wants ta' eat sumthin' decent t'day? Anyone, anyone t'all? C'mon, I dun' bite. Though th' rats might."
She ended her little speech with a high-pitched giggle.
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Post by Ten on Mar 14, 2010 14:52:46 GMT -5
Lying on his side, accustoming himself to the loss of one eye as he stared up at the ceiling, and brooding over his livid hate for Speckledclaw, Grimykit really needed something to cheer him up. His ears pricked at the sound of girlish laughter. A she-cat who wasn't so stoned uptight and serious? He had to see this -- and he liked what he saw, limping forward and studying the gray female before hm.
"Heyyyy, pretty kitty," he called out, voice low and smooth. He made sure to hold his head high and wear his fresh scar as a badge of "honor", not a pathetic injury. It gave him a look of dangerous, roguish handsomeness, he thought. "Wha' wuz it you's laughin' at jus' now? Ya in a good mood or somethin'? 'Cause I promise ya, beautiful, I c'n make it better."
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Post by Cloud on Mar 14, 2010 16:01:18 GMT -5
If cats could blush, Hailpaw would've. Her yellow eyes widened at the sight of a tom lying nearby. Ew...he had only one eye! But then, scars were a sign of bravery...and his words were most delightful. She looked over at him, giggling, and called, "Oh, could ya now? Well, I'm in a good mood, yeah, but could ya make it better? Could ya give me what I want?" Batting her eyes, she went over to sit down next to the brown tabby tom, purring seductively.
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Post by Ten on Mar 15, 2010 20:36:16 GMT -5
Grimykit circled her, snaking his tail high in the air. "Iz insultin' me that ya hafta ask, kitty. C'mon, get that thing off the ground," he urged with a rough push. "I ain't no patient kinda cat."
ooc| anddd skip to the moment after, 'kay?
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Post by Cloud on Mar 15, 2010 20:48:32 GMT -5
OOC: A quicksand pit opens and sucks them down. They both die.
...what, I can't have wishful thinking?
BIC: Ah, bliss. So good, so good. Clearly he was one to stick with for a while before she moved on. Yawning, her golden eyes closing for a few seconds, Hailpaw rolled over, looking at the tabby tom. "So wha's ya name, anyway? M' Hailpaw, me." She snickered, as the young she-cat often did after speaking.
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Post by Ten on Mar 15, 2010 21:07:56 GMT -5
The tabby stretched, purring with deep satisfaction, and grunted to himself, "I needed that" before standing to pass a few licks over his right shoulder. Then he began to walk away. He didn't care what her name was. He was done with her.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 18, 2010 17:50:23 GMT -5
"Hey, whatchu walkin' away fer? Ya didn' even say thank ya to me." Hailpaw called petulantly after the retreating tom. How dare he simply walk off like that. She bet that it wasn't every day that he found a cat like her. She was special.
OOC: Permission to dump Hailpaw into a cement mixer, bratty slut that she is?
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Post by duckyaisha on Mar 18, 2010 19:31:09 GMT -5
Ooc: Should I bring Patchfur in? The answer's yes. Compared to those two, he doesn't seem half bad.
Bic: Patchfur had been trying to get the obnoxious memories of Shortwhisker out of his head with a brisk walk that had turned into a long trek, though he still lashed his tail angrily every few steps at the memory of his ridiculous voice. The goal was to walk until he didn't want to kill the brainless tom, which hadn't yet been achieved. Thankfully he came upon a she-cat, and without pausing to consider whether or not it was a good idea to communicate with some random stranger- he always talked to random strangers- he asked, "Hi there, what's your name?" Then, remembering that he had forgotten to tell her his own, he meowed, "I'm Patchfur."
OOc: This will be quite awkward.
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Post by Ten on Mar 18, 2010 19:44:34 GMT -5
Grimykit chuckled and stopped to look over his shoulder at her. "Ya know what, maggot? I ain't hearin' you thankin' me none." Upon seeing Patchfur, he faced the tom with a sideways jerk of his head toward Hailpaw. " 'Skay, Patches, I'm done wi' 'er. You c'n go on ahead. Word o' advice, though: get done quick befo' she starts askin' ya ta name y'all's kits." He shook his head at the ground, muttering, "So fulla herself."
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Post by Cloud on Mar 19, 2010 22:56:36 GMT -5
"M' Hailpaw. Sorry I ain't talkin' much, but I gots otha' problems." She grunted to the ginger and white tom, then resumed glaring at this stuck-up brown tom. "Ya arrogant flea." She growled.
"Huh, you's'd ferget 'em anyway!" She said to the tabby with satisfaction. "Seein' as you fergot me so soon. Oh, I'M so full of mahself? C'mere and say that ta' ma' face, ya' ungrateful coward."
Hailpaw was in the mood for a fight. Blood may flow on her fur, but she always have the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten the better of the other cat.
OOC: May Hailpaw die soon in torment. e.e I will continue to be annoying and post death wishes for her, as it is the only way I can stand to play her.
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