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Post by Cosette on Sept 20, 2018 22:27:23 GMT -6
The jingle of a delicate silver bell echoed throughout the forest as a kittypet bounced her way across the black thunderpath separating Shadowclan and Thunderclan. She shook her long, flowing tail as she narrowed her sights on a large toad that sat on the edge of Shadowclans territory. And with a flick of said tail, she lunged, paws outstretched, towards the toad--who happened to hop away at the last minute. The she-cat face-planted hard on the black concrete and let out a frustrated cry of pain--for she had never hunted before. Her stomach was beginning to pinch and twist with hunger pains and she did not know which way led back to her safe and cozy home.
As she stood in the middle of the road, the ground began to tremble beneath her pristine paws. A bright red monster of a machine was barreling towards her at top speed. The ginger and cream cat hissed in fear but felt her legs freeze up. She couldn't move! She could feel the cold hands of death wrapping themselves around her neck as the monster raced towards her lithe body. Within an instant, she was overcome by darkness and her body went limp, crumpling into a pile on the Thunderpath.
//Basically, Cosette is a Kittypet who wants to be a clan cat. If someone wants to jump in and save my little damsel in distress, that would be great! She's pansexual so she's open to any romance (or friendship!!) that may bud from this encounter!
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Post by beatrix on Sept 20, 2018 22:53:37 GMT -6
Bea was aware of most happenings amongst the neutral lands. she was not an uncommon sight and where she was not, she had lackeys. the chocolate point molly had been eyeing the pretty kitty pet trying to hunt. chuckling to herself as the moly failed, she suddenly realized the dire situation. a monster. the insipid twoleg contraptions were always the cause of trouble.
and of course the kittypet froze. flicking her tail in annoyance, she scrambled down from her perch, darted across the burning asphalt and snatched the mystery kittypet by her scruff and tumbled across to safety. once they were both in a relatively safe spot, she rounded to face her. "What was that?" hopefully she would wake up soon so Beatrix could give her an earful. hmm, this girl could owe her. possibly be useful. she looked like possible nobility so possibly some pedigree kittypets would do anything to get her back. |
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Post by Cosette on Sept 21, 2018 0:22:57 GMT -6
Waking from her fear driven black-out, the she-cat meowed in surprise at her savior. "Did you save me from that- that thing!?" Her little body shook with panic as she thought about the monster that had stared her down across the thunderpath. She stood shakily and flattened her ears in defiance at the other she-cat. Who was she to come in and save her when she was doing just fine on her own?
"Are you one of those clan cats?" Her blue eyes showed curiosity but her posture showed her anger. She didn't need saving! Even if the cat was... She eyed Bea's shiny chocolate pelt and felt her heart skip a beat. Nevertheless, she shook her head and bared her teeth. "I don't take kindly to clan cats!"
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Post by beatrix on Sept 21, 2018 21:18:43 GMT -6
She grimaced as the molly woke up and, naturally, began her babbling. Beatrix put on a smooth smile an instant later and sighed. "Yes, yes I did. you're welcome by the way," she purred quietly.
oh now was she going to act like she could have saved herself? noting the angry look in the kittypet's eyes she laughed. "Calm down, toots. I just saved your life. You owe me now."
and more questions. her ears flicked in annoyance at the mention of being a 'clan cat'. "No, Sugar, I'm not a Clan cat. Even if i was, you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it so you might want to start... 'taking kindly'." Cosette was gorgeous, but Beatrix has to be on her toes. |
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Post by Cosette on Sept 22, 2018 20:55:51 GMT -6
"No, Sugar, I'm not a Clan cat."
The she-cat lowered her gaze. If this molly wasn't a Clan Cat, then she must be someone she could trust to help her find her way around. She shook her head, her collar jingling annoyingly. "Could you help me get this off? It pinches.."
After the collar was long gone, the cream and ginger cat stood, brushing the tip of her tail along Bea's pelt.
"So if you aren't a Clan Cat, what are you?" She wondered aloud, looking directly at the other molly.
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Post by beatrix on Sept 29, 2018 22:48:17 GMT -6
/sorry for the late reply! i've been really busy!
"the collar? i mean i can certainly try," beatrix mewed rather doubtfully. she wasn't exactly sure how she could do it without strangling the molly half to death, but she would give it her best shot. the sound was rather irritating.
leaning forward , she would press her muzzle to cosette's throat, latching in to the collar and ripping it with her teeth. dropping it to the floor, she licked her lips. "there."
"what am i? that's a very good question. it's the one that everyone goes through life seeking to answer. few ever do find it out." she spoke quietly. "i suppose the answer is more of a ego than a what but i am beatrix. i have no allegiance to anyone except myself, thank you. i refuse to be identified solely by those i associate with." sniffing, she took a seat. "who are you, then?" |
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Post by Cosette on Oct 1, 2018 2:07:16 GMT -6
//it's totally okay! I've been busy as well. <3
"I'm," the she-cat paused cocking her head to the side with dramatic flair, "I'm Cosette. I suppose this makes us friends now." She felt her stomach begin to rumble again and she gulped. Hunting didn't go so well last time, but maybe now that she had this cat, Beatrix, to help her...
She sat, pondering the thought carefully before piping up again, "Would you teach me how to hunt? I'm awfully hungry."
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