Post by Fallentear || on Dec 2, 2007 22:18:46 GMT -5
ooc- I hope you don't mind if I join your rp?
bic- Fallenkit sat in the entrance to the clearing, her tabby tail flicking back and forth behind her in indecision. She was almost an apprentice, and she wanted to see the territory so bad. Looking down the low rise that the camp stood atop of, she could see faraway from camp. She took a few tentative steps outside of the entrance until she peered through a bush down the slope, only standing a foxlength away from the Fogclan camp entrance.
The kit could see two tiny dots standing there idly talking. She strained her ears really hard and managed to catch 'to your camp' from a voice she didn't recognize. She narrowed her eyes, squinting curiously and leaning forward. She could just make out what looked like her former leader.
Fallenkit knew that she wouldn't get in any more trouble that Deathstar for accepting a strange cat so easily, so she raced down the hill swiftly. Her paws skimmed the ground like a dragonfly over water as she flew down the ravine. Slowing her paws, feeling them bang upon the ground as she did, she stopped before Deathstar. "I thought you might be having trouble with the cat, so I came to help you." the large kit lied easily, glaring at Diamondstrike with an eagle-eyed gaze. Being a loyal and very territorial cat, the six moon old she-kit's fur bristled in hostility, and as she saw that both cat's claws were unsheathed she unsheathed hers as well.
Fallenkit knew dam.n well that if the senior fogclan warrior really had been having a conflict with this cat, he'd have torn her apart by now, but Fallenkit still acted like she didn't know this because she wanted nothing more than to sink her claws into an intruder. She was a kit with a gruesome idea of a hobby. A malicious and mocking grin spread from her maw, baring young and pearly teeth, not yet blackened by the wear of a warrior's life.
[/size][/color]bic- Fallenkit sat in the entrance to the clearing, her tabby tail flicking back and forth behind her in indecision. She was almost an apprentice, and she wanted to see the territory so bad. Looking down the low rise that the camp stood atop of, she could see faraway from camp. She took a few tentative steps outside of the entrance until she peered through a bush down the slope, only standing a foxlength away from the Fogclan camp entrance.
The kit could see two tiny dots standing there idly talking. She strained her ears really hard and managed to catch 'to your camp' from a voice she didn't recognize. She narrowed her eyes, squinting curiously and leaning forward. She could just make out what looked like her former leader.
Fallenkit knew that she wouldn't get in any more trouble that Deathstar for accepting a strange cat so easily, so she raced down the hill swiftly. Her paws skimmed the ground like a dragonfly over water as she flew down the ravine. Slowing her paws, feeling them bang upon the ground as she did, she stopped before Deathstar. "I thought you might be having trouble with the cat, so I came to help you." the large kit lied easily, glaring at Diamondstrike with an eagle-eyed gaze. Being a loyal and very territorial cat, the six moon old she-kit's fur bristled in hostility, and as she saw that both cat's claws were unsheathed she unsheathed hers as well.
Fallenkit knew dam.n well that if the senior fogclan warrior really had been having a conflict with this cat, he'd have torn her apart by now, but Fallenkit still acted like she didn't know this because she wanted nothing more than to sink her claws into an intruder. She was a kit with a gruesome idea of a hobby. A malicious and mocking grin spread from her maw, baring young and pearly teeth, not yet blackened by the wear of a warrior's life.
