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Post by Ten on Mar 20, 2010 21:59:20 GMT -5
ooc| craaap. I didn't see Ducky's post the last time I posted (you were one minute before me).
Will they be finding her today?
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One solemn nod and Frozenheart was off, sniffing his was through the cadavers. He flinched at the more offensive fresh odors as he came to the pile Rainstripe had pointed out, but after the initial flare of disgust, he bore the discomfort as he would anything else. He was looking hard for her -- yet in the back of his mind, the idea of seeing a cat so like Rainstripe decaying here sounded like a sight he could not stand.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 21, 2010 9:14:56 GMT -5
Drabheart was a little nervous, but he hid it and began looking, staying close to the white tom. Somehow his big, friendly presence made Drabheart feel a little less scared. He sniffed, looked, flinched, sighed in relief whenever a body didn't match the description Rainstripe had given. The process was repeated a few times until he caught sight of a small, relatively unspoiled body some tail-lengths off...and it was gray. He couldn't definitely say it had stripes, but it might. "R-rainstripe?" He called, reluctant to tell her just in case it was her mother. "I think I might've found her...I'm not sure, though..." Oh, he hoped not.
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Post by duckyaisha on Mar 21, 2010 9:33:44 GMT -5
Ooc: They won't find her. Rainstripe really doesn't need any more strife in her life right now.
Bic: Rainstripe's mind spun around when she heard Drabheart's call. Her paws led her to him mechanically, as her mind was still refusing to believe that it could be her. Fear flooded her body, widening her yellow-green eyes, flattening her ears to her head, lowering her tail. She crept towards the pile, feeling like she was moving through quicksand. /Please don't let it be her, please please please!/ she thought desperately.
The Other, seeing her moment of terror, grinned wickedly and showed her images that made her want to scream. Her gentle mother being ripped apart by rats, by other cats, by her. The last one was too much and she lashed out, though whether it was in her mind or in reality she didn't know. "STOP IT!" she yowled, forcing the Other away and running to the pile.
Searching frantically for the body Drabheart had found, her heart pounding faster and faster until she felt like it would tear out of her chest, she finally located it and scanned with her eyes. Breathing a sigh of relief, Rainstripe slumped down on the cool sand. It wasn't her; there were no stripes, not even faded ones on this cat's pelt. She didn't even know if it was a she-cat or a tom; the smell of death covered up any scents the body might've had in life. "Not her," she mumbled, her whole body shaking from the ordeal.
The Other was busy inhaling the smell of death, reveling in it. Lucky for her, she could have a moment to herself. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down. "It's not her, not her," she murmured, and walked over to Frozenheart, not hesitating a second before she buried her face in his thick white fur, to erase the horrific images the Other had given her.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 21, 2010 12:24:08 GMT -5
"Oh, thank goodness." Drabheart sighed in relief. He wouldn't ask about her strange yowl of telling someone - or something - to stop, when no cat had seemed to be doing anything to her. He was curious, but it was probably something Rainstripe didn't want other cats to know about.
The dull tabby watched the gray she-cat pad back to the white tom, clearly in distress. Not entirely sure of the wisdom of his actions, the grayish brown striped tom slowly walked over to her and nuzzled her gently. "It's okay. Well, maybe not all okay...but, I can try and help make it okay."
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Post by Ten on Mar 21, 2010 19:25:44 GMT -5
With a slow, steady purr, Frozenheart swiped his tongue over Rainstripe's ear and sat with her, her head in his fur and his head on hers. If she was this upset with not finding her mother, he couldn't imagine what it would be like when she did. How could he take her mind off this?
His eyes met Drabheart's. So this tom was a fellow con. That was good. Had he met Beeltepaw? Frozenheart nudged Rainstripe and nodded at Drabheart -- it might be worthwhile to inform him of the Rebellion.
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Post by duckyaisha on Mar 22, 2010 5:53:09 GMT -5
After she had calmed down, and after Frozenheart's prompting, Rainstripe decided to tell Drabheart about the Rebellion. "You've heard of the Experiment, right? With all those Clanners trying out a Clan? Well, we don't want a real Clan to ever form, so Beetlepaw created the Rebellion. We try and stop a Clan from forming, because if one actually managed to form, it would spell disaster for us cons. So, what do you say? Want to join?"
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Post by Cloud on Mar 22, 2010 11:58:26 GMT -5
Everything had been going fine, and now life dumped a dead rat in his path. He had to decide to eat it, or leave it alone. Drabheart's eyes widened. "Gee, gosh, I-I'm honored that you'd ask me...I'm not sure, though..." He shuffled his paws and looked down. Should he tell the truth? It might make him look like a wimp, but...it would be better than leaving his new friends hanging.
"You see, I'm really not much of a fighter...I don't like hurting cats, whatever their beliefs, unless I have to...but I do want to stop a Clan being formed..." The tabby gulped. Should he tell his final secret? It might disgrace him, but he couldn't really stop now that he'd started, so he'd just suck it up and bear the consequences. "...you see, I was once a Clanner myself." He sighed. Now what would they think of him?
Well, at least he hadn't said that his method of stopping a Clan being made was being friendly to everyone to show them there was no need for one. Then they'd laugh for sure.
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Post by duckyaisha on Mar 22, 2010 17:08:43 GMT -5
"It doesn't matter what you used to be. What matters is what you are now," Rainstripe replied, seeing that the poor tom was embarrased by this. "And you don't have to be a fighter. You can always be a strategist or something. We just need to show the Clanners that cons are the majority, not the minority. We need to show them that forming a Clan would harm us. Wait a minute- That's it! You can be a negotiator!" Rainstripe felt quite proud of herself for coming up with such a solution; hopefully Drabheart would take on such a role.
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Post by Cloud on Mar 22, 2010 17:15:00 GMT -5
The tabby brightened at the gray she-cat's words. "You really think so? I could do that...I mean, I don't mind being friendly to Clanners...and I understand how they think...yes, that's perfect!" His whiskers twitched in excitement. "Thank you, Rainstripe. I think I will join the Rebellion." And I'll get to spend more time with you guys, he added happily in his head. This was great.
Oh, Grayheart, he thought, I should thank you. You were misguided, so misguided, but you gave me the skills to join something that will give me a purpose beyond anything I ever dreame.
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Post by duckyaisha on Mar 27, 2010 5:12:31 GMT -5
Rainstripe was delighted that Drabheart would join, not only because there would be one more con in the Rebellion, but because she was genuinely starting to like the tom. If only Beetlepaw could see her now. Actually, Rainstripe hadn't seen Beetlepaw for a while. Was she even still alive? Rainstripe shook that thought from her head. She had to be. Beetlepaw was too tough to die.
"I'm so glad you decided to join," she meowed happily. "So now what do we do?"
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