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Post by Black Wolf on Feb 26, 2007 19:31:42 GMT -5
Nightmoon moved toward the creek and looked around. To him, it seemed that there was no one at this current area and it maybe meant that others were busy doing what they always did. As he reached the creek, he looked around just in case someone had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seeing that the close was clear, he sat and looked at the creek and was thinking of some of the days that had passed.
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Post by newmoon on Mar 2, 2007 21:31:57 GMT -5
The tabby was a soft sort of color, on that cold night where fantasy blended with reality. She sat on the edge of a rock, paws resting on it lightly, her tail flicking merrily. With a ather light laugh she spoke.
Ello, m'dear. I believe you to be a leader. Am I correct?
As she spoke, she sprang onto a low hanging branch of a tree beside him and climbed up until she was a safe distance away. Still there, just above him. With a delighted laugh she said, "What sort of game shall we play?"
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Post by Black Wolf on Mar 5, 2007 8:09:31 GMT -5
Nightmoon looked up at the cat stayed on the same spot he was on. "I have not time for games and yes, I am a leader." he said to the other. He had not recognize this cat from his clan and wasn't sure if this was an friend or foe. "Who are you and why have you come to this place." he asked the other cat.
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Post by newmoon on Mar 6, 2007 20:42:27 GMT -5
Now her amber eyes became serious and her body slumped down upon the branch. She did not seem to care when it gave a creak, warning her that it could not hold her weight.She continued to ignore its protests, instead focusing on the tom below her.
"My title is Taintedheart. I am here to eat."
That was all she said before the branch finally accepted its fate. With a loud snap, it broke, sending the tabby flying down toward the ebony leader. With a hiss, she sprang from the branch as it fell, latching her claws into the tree's trunk.
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Post by ~Mist~ on Mar 7, 2007 22:07:22 GMT -5
A grey warrior padded out of the trees, her eyes brightening when she noticed her leader. "Nightmoon!" the she-cat meowed quickening her pace to a light trot. Greytail paused as she noticed the rogue, her fur rising slightly. "Who're you?" she enquired, a bit surprised. "And what business do you have on Nightclan territory?"
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Post by newmoon on Mar 10, 2007 10:46:24 GMT -5
((Where Black Wolf? ))
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Post by Black Wolf on Mar 10, 2007 16:22:42 GMT -5
((Sorry for the wait.))
Nightmoon looked at Greytail before he can say anything else to Taintedheart. He wasn't sure about the intruder in this place, but he would have to be cautous. "Greytail, what brings you here?" he asked, though it might have not been the right time to ask.
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Post by newmoon on Mar 17, 2007 18:07:05 GMT -5
(sorry for the wait also. And the bad muse.) "My dear." Taintedheart purred, laughing at this clueless cat. "My reason for being here is simple. I am an assassin. And my target is your clan." She laughed again, her ears twitching merrily. "Oh, but don't worry. I've changed my mind. I'd like to join your clan. It seems to need me. I think." She paused for a moment, uncertainty clouding her eyes. Then she shrugged and gave a Cheshire cat grin at them both.
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Post by ~Mist~ on Mar 18, 2007 0:28:35 GMT -5
Greytail rounded on the other she-cat, eyes glaring softly. Lashing her tail angrily, she shifted into a protective position in front of her leader, resisting the urge claw the other she-cat's smirk off of her face. "Why should we risk our clan by accepting you as one of our own?" she inquired, her gaze never leaving the "assasin". This cat seemed dangrous, did she really expect them to trust her? Lashing her tail once again, Greytail said nothing else,deciding it was best to leave the rest of the talking to Nightmoon, though it was easy to tell everything she wanted to say just by looking at her.
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Post by Black Wolf on Jun 24, 2007 11:43:26 GMT -5
Nightmoon stood up and looked at the "assassin". If he were to let her join the clan, she might attack them one day, but if the offer was declined, then there might become a fight. Evey one of these thoughts were passing through his mind. "If we were to make you join, how can we trust an assassin such as yourself?" he asked the other she-cat. He glared at the other she-cat as he asked that question.
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