slimestone
Cub
I watched Pinocchio today ;-;
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Post by slimestone on Aug 16, 2013 2:06:04 GMT
Vanessa hopped down the escalator that had long-since stopped working. The bars that made up its steps were slightly rough and put uncomfortable pressure on her pads, but she was used to it by now. She had been living in the shopping arcade for a few months now, the base of her gang, the Amazons. However, she had not seen her members for a long time, and was worried for what might have happened to them. She had not even seen her best friend and right-hand, Halcyon. Although anxiety bit at her of their whereabouts, she did not let it get to her. Life must go on, and she had suffered enough disappointments to get past this latest one.
````As she touched down at the bottom of the steps, the cold of the marble instantly bit at her paws, cooled by the winter weather. That was the downside to the shopping arcade; although it stayed cool and pleasant during the high heat of summer and provided complete protection from the wind and rain, it was also freezing in winter as snow drifts piled in through the open front doors, blown in by the sometimes ferocious wind. At least it was warmer on the top floor where she based her gang.
````Vanessa quickly became used to the cold, however, and paced around the ground floor of the arcade. Although it was not technically part of the Amazons' territory, Vanessa liked to patrol the full expanse of the shopping arcade, to ensure no danger would come to her sisters. The wind whistled through the open doors and broken windows, and she shivered in the cold. She paused to gaze out the door, half-expecting to see someone run through there. She quickly resumed her patrol, however, with a sigh. She was lonely. Where had everyone gone? |
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Post by Picasso on Aug 31, 2013 11:31:32 GMT
Eight paws skittered over the slippery, icy floor as they entered the shopping arcade for warmth and protection from the bitter winter outside. Nutmeg looked around at her daughter, who was keeping her eyes stubbornly on the ground. She rolled her eyes and looked back in the direction she was walking. The snow was gradually getting deeper, and Nutmeg was now stranded from her other kits and Grizzly. Whilst a normal mother would feel at unease at the separation of her kittens, Nutmeg was unamused. She had little compassion for her children and did badly at hiding it. They were mistakes and Canvas, behind her, was well aware of this fact. She loathed her mother and could not fathom why, despite everything she did, she still did it wrong. Was Canvas that much of a failure, or did Nutmeg just hold her expectations high? Nevertheless, mother and daughter did not see eye to eye. Nutmeg had never spoken enough with Canvas to ever understand how the white kitten was feeling. Little did Nutmeg know, Canvas was in an emotional turmoil. An identity crisis.
Body wracked with shivers, Canvas stumbled forward. Her mind was numb. The cold had reached the young kitten's bones, and she was worried her mother would never notice the settling hyperthermia that Canvas was sure she would succumb to. Whilst Nutmeg strutted ahead, Canvas struggled. She was tired and cold, and all she wanted to do was cuddle up to her mother's belly and fall asleep to her warmth. Mewing quietly did not get Nutmeg's attention, as usual. Nutmeg was surveying her surroundings, looking cautious. Canvas, however, didn't care if someone else was here. She was so tired. It was the wrong way of thinking, but the bitter cold had jumbled Canvas' mind. She was thinking sluggishly and stupidly.
Canvas almost crashed into her mother's legs, not realising Nutmeg had stopped. Groaning, Canvas blearily looked around. Nutmeg stood on high alert, her nose twitching nervously. A grey figure moved out the corner of Canvas' eyes, and she turned quickly to see who it was. A cat. It was just another cat - possibly a little larger than Nutmeg, but not by much. Canvas quickly gazed over at her mother, who was staring at the russian blue with narrow eyes. Canvas cleared her throat nervously, which rendered a scowl from Nutmeg. Of course, Nutmeg had wanted to stay as silent as possible so the feline wouldn't notice them. By this point, Canvas really didn't care. She was bored, and maybe this feline would give her some warmth her mother had neglected to give her.
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slimestone
Cub
I watched Pinocchio today ;-;
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Post by slimestone on Aug 31, 2013 13:02:24 GMT
Vanessa's ears flicked around, catching the soft sound of paw-steps. Vanessa could not tell in the echoing expanse if they belonged to her or someone else, but her suspicions were quickly confirmed, as the sound of a kitten mewing filled the silence. Vanessa's head snapped in the direction of the noise, her eyes scanning the marbled expanse. Standing not too far away were a mother and her kit, and she felt a pang in her heart as she realised the kitten sounded almost distressed. Her mind wandered to her own daughter, and she wondered where Tamera was. She had not seen her in a while, and was worried. There were so many dangers in the city of Hexasol that a young cat could run into.
Vanessa's body tensed, as even though she drew parallels with the pair, they were still strangers. She had grown wary in the heat of the war, and no one could be trusted. Not unless you knew them, that is. Even then, Vanessa knew one always had to keep a watchful eye out for any suspicious behaviour, even within their own gang. Danger lurked everywhere, and a wise cat knew to watch out for them. Ever wanting to be in control, Vanessa took this idea very close to heart. Her attention fixed on the two cats, she noticed the wariness of the older one. She could not tell, however, if it was to protect her own skin or that of the kit's. She felt a coldness between them, a distance not usually seen between mother and child.
Vanessa walked towards the pair, her eyes never leaving them. Her tail was held high and her steps rigid, legs straight. These two were moving onto her turf (well, almost), and she had to find out what they were doing so close to her home. She could not pick out the scent of the Iris Pride, and this only made her more wary. At least her gang were on friendly terms with the pride; however, she was not sure how long that would last, given the recent death of Alexander, their leader. Pity, she thought. He had potential. Her head held high, she addressed the mother. "Hello," she said, her tone neutral, if slightly icy. "I am Vanessa, matriarch of the Amazon Gang. Who are you, and what are you doing so close to my territory?" Her gaze flicked to the tiny kitten. It looked so young, no older than two months. The poor thing looked frozen; why hadn't the mother done anything to warm it up? (Bleh, sorry it's so bad, I can't say I've roleplayed cats very much in the past  ) |
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Post by Picasso on Sept 5, 2013 15:54:51 GMT
Nutmeg's piercing, amber eyes flickered to the blue female who was starting to approach them. Tensing, she briefly looked down at her young kitten, who she only just realised was shivering violently. Paying no heed, she averted her attention to the stranger. With an arched back and prickled fur, she hissed at the female, wondering whether she was a threat to them. Her icy gaze was unsettling the both of them, and Nutmeg considered backing down. However, this was the best shelter from the cold for a fair few miles, and she was certain Canvas would die if she led them back outside. Behind her, Canvas was shaking from both fear and cold. She could feel her mother's wariness at the stranger approaching. As much as she knew Nutmeg held little care for her sons and daughters, she knew her mother as safety.
The feline - Vanessa - spoke up, her voice echoing around the marble. The Amazon Gang was something Nutmeg had briefly heard of, but she had always kept herself separate from the raging war. Born in the Lexis Tribe, Nutmeg had realised that the war was something she wasn't interested in. After she'd fled to the countryside, The Lexis Tribe had fallen, and she was glad she hadn't been part of the bloody battle. She would've been slaughtered with the rest. Shuddering at the thought, Nutmeg tried to cast her mind back to what she'd heard of the Amazons. Were they an affiliate of the Iris? If so, Nutmeg wasn't interested in befriending this female in the slightest. Any friendship a feline had with Iris was utterly immoral. She'd heard the horrors the Iris had done over the years, and she was wary.
Nutmeg had not been aware that this was anyone's territory. The scent was faint, and her nostrils were blocked from the cold. Canvas wildly looked up at her mother, almost begging her to turn around and leave. They were in danger. Both she and Nutmeg were weak from the winter and a fight could possibly kill them both. Nutmeg did not meet her daughter's gaze as she stood her ground. "Can't you see outside? It is too cold to venture back outside. We didn't mean to intrude, but we are not leaving." She glared at Vanessa, wondering whether this could possibly start a fight. She wasn't in the mood for a scrap, and her bones were aching from the cold. Finally, she let Canvas sidle up beside her, seeking much-needed warmth. |
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