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Post by *Midnightsoul* on Dec 28, 2012 22:32:03 GMT -5
A small, short-furred gray tom padded up to the Gathering Rock. He doubted he was really allowed here, but he needed some time away from JungleClan. Honestly, Graypelt expected to be caught. Surrounding the Gathering Rock was nothing but short, bright green grass, and a cat would easily be noticeable amongst that. He just hoped that if he did get found, it wouldn't be by a Clan cat.
Graypelt let out a mrrow before leaping atop the red-brown rock. A cold, dry Dead Grass beeze blew, and the tom fluffed up his pelt against the freezing air. There was a light dusting of snow, and one could still easily see the not-so-vivid-right-now grass. Otherwise, plants were starting to regrow and the snow was finally melting away.
The tom scented another cat, not of a Clan, though, and his ears fell back against his head. Graypelt crouched on the rock, hoping he wouldn't be seen, but knowing it was a lost cause.
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Post by Jungleheart on Dec 28, 2012 22:36:21 GMT -5
She was a savannah cat, but she was shockingly small. Her fur was pale silver with dark spots of black. Her blue eyes were bright and cautious. There was a fleck of gray atop a far-off rock. Who is that? She wondered. She crouched and crept closer out of curiosity. The cat was one of the Clan. Fear tingled through her pelt and she froze. What if it had other cats with it? Her tail fluffed up and she turned slightly to walk around the rock. Hopefully she would not be seen. From her positioning, she could not smell the tom, or her reaction would have been different.
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Post by *Midnightsoul* on Dec 28, 2012 23:18:20 GMT -5
Whiskers pressing forward, Graypelt stood slightly, looking around him. With a gulp of nervousness, he meowed, [be]"Who's there? Pure or half?"[/be] If it was a pure loner, rogue, or kittypet, it would probably have no idea what he meant and it might think he's crazy. If the cat, however, was half, they'd probably know what he meant, but maybe not, because this wasn't Clan scent, and Graypelt didn't know how much the outsiders knew about the terms used in the Clans.
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Post by Jungleheart on Dec 28, 2012 23:20:45 GMT -5
Relief tingled through Glitch's fur. Maybe if he was a half, he wouldn't hurt her like a pure would. [be]"Half,"[/be] she replied, still staying low to the ground. Her voice rang out like distant bells. There was something familiar about the tom's voice, now that she thought about it. Her nervousness kept her from figuring it out, though.
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Post by *Midnightsoul* on Dec 28, 2012 23:59:56 GMT -5
"I'm a half, too." Graypelt said, sitting up tall and straight. He swiftly washed his right forepaw, meowing, "So, where are you? Mind coming out, maybe? I'm not going to hurt you, I don't really like to fight." After saying it, Graypelt regretted it. What if this cat liked to fight? They might tear him apart! His fur bristled, but he tried forcing it to remain flat to the best of his abilities.
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Post by Jungleheart on Dec 29, 2012 1:35:38 GMT -5
The name clicked to the voice. [be]"James?"[/be] she gasped. She stood up and it was all she could do not to rush over to him. [be]"It's Melanie!"[/be] Her bright eyes flashed with happiness. So he was one, too?
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Post by *Midnightsoul* on Dec 29, 2012 1:40:29 GMT -5
Melanie.. Melanie.. It took a few moments, but the name clicked in. "Hey, Melanie!" Graypelt meowed happily, "Or do you have a different name as a cat? I'm Graypelt, a warrior of JungleClan." He leaped down from the rock, not wanting to be seen chatting with a cat from outside the Clans. If any of the Clan cats saw him, Graypelt would likely be in big trouble!
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Post by Jungleheart on Dec 29, 2012 1:44:41 GMT -5
The she-cat smiled. [be]"My name is Glitch,"[/be] she told him. When she heard him say his Clan- it finally set in. Her heart sank. Her best friend was in a Clan and she was a loner with no intentions of becoming JungleClan. How can that happen? she thought with despair.
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