Post by Wickeddream623 on Sept 18, 2017 23:37:39 GMT
Topic Plot (One Rogue Slot Left)
Rain pelted down on the knobbly streets, creating gray puddles that reflected the dark sky. Sputtering bug-eyed monsters and boxes pulled by horses carrying two-legs inched by, loudly honking and neighing at each other as mud-splattered cats darted between them. Foul-smelling smoke spewed from the rumbling monsters, the fierce wet wing billowing the terrible fums into the twolegplace cats' faces. Wrinkling her nose against the rancid scent, Puppet flattened her ears and darted to the other side with her fellow rogues. Huddling behind a stack of wooden crates to shield her skinny body from the downpour, Puppet's shoulders relaxed with relief from escaping the worst of the storm.
Before she could think about anything else, her stomach interrupted her moment of rest with a loud growl of protest. Irritation clouded over, exhaustion hitting her paws. "I'm tired of living like this," Puppet complained to the group, "Why isn't there any food anywhere? I'm so hungry." She dramatically fell over on her side with a loud sigh and mumbled into the ground, "I wish we could live somewhere else."
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Dawn Streak stood in the middle of camp, looking around her familiar home with a sense of sadness. When they had first moved in everything had seemed to new and hopeful, but now she felt as though the shadowed pines were closing in around her like a mesh of brambles impossible to escape. They never talked about it, but when she sat down and had shared a piece of prey with Tall Pine, everything seemed to go back to normal. However, it was everything but. Some days Dawn Streak felt the usual over-powering love for her mate, but others she felt a scary blankness that made her wonder what was wrong with her. Today was one of those days, where she couldn't look at him without fear of him seeing the nothing in her eyes. Those days he looked like someone else, a stranger that wasn't her mate. 'My mate would never turn a cat in need away,' she tried to tell herself as she glanced over at him. 'I'm overreacting.'
Forcing her hazel eyes away from her mate, Dawn Streak turned her attention to everyone else. She noted the sun's position in the sky and knew it was time to lead a patrol to guard their borders. Leaping onto the tall tree in the center of camp, the she-cat straightened and called into the tribe, "Any cat who was assigned to the border patrol at Sun-High meet me at camp entrance!"
Rain pelted down on the knobbly streets, creating gray puddles that reflected the dark sky. Sputtering bug-eyed monsters and boxes pulled by horses carrying two-legs inched by, loudly honking and neighing at each other as mud-splattered cats darted between them. Foul-smelling smoke spewed from the rumbling monsters, the fierce wet wing billowing the terrible fums into the twolegplace cats' faces. Wrinkling her nose against the rancid scent, Puppet flattened her ears and darted to the other side with her fellow rogues. Huddling behind a stack of wooden crates to shield her skinny body from the downpour, Puppet's shoulders relaxed with relief from escaping the worst of the storm.
Before she could think about anything else, her stomach interrupted her moment of rest with a loud growl of protest. Irritation clouded over, exhaustion hitting her paws. "I'm tired of living like this," Puppet complained to the group, "Why isn't there any food anywhere? I'm so hungry." She dramatically fell over on her side with a loud sigh and mumbled into the ground, "I wish we could live somewhere else."
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Dawn Streak stood in the middle of camp, looking around her familiar home with a sense of sadness. When they had first moved in everything had seemed to new and hopeful, but now she felt as though the shadowed pines were closing in around her like a mesh of brambles impossible to escape. They never talked about it, but when she sat down and had shared a piece of prey with Tall Pine, everything seemed to go back to normal. However, it was everything but. Some days Dawn Streak felt the usual over-powering love for her mate, but others she felt a scary blankness that made her wonder what was wrong with her. Today was one of those days, where she couldn't look at him without fear of him seeing the nothing in her eyes. Those days he looked like someone else, a stranger that wasn't her mate. 'My mate would never turn a cat in need away,' she tried to tell herself as she glanced over at him. 'I'm overreacting.'
Forcing her hazel eyes away from her mate, Dawn Streak turned her attention to everyone else. She noted the sun's position in the sky and knew it was time to lead a patrol to guard their borders. Leaping onto the tall tree in the center of camp, the she-cat straightened and called into the tribe, "Any cat who was assigned to the border patrol at Sun-High meet me at camp entrance!"