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Post by brave on Aug 14, 2007 16:48:25 GMT -5
swift as the wind ..
Something that he had seen in almost all of his travels was the palm tree. Not only did it grow all over the island, but it also provided him with a way to escape from the regular monotony of the day and relax atop it's broad leaves and simply enjoy the weather.
Unsheathing his claws, Swiftheel latched them into the rough bark of the tree, pulling himself up quickly before scrambling for the next claw hold that he could use. There were dents from his claws in the tree from the moons he had climbed it (though the frequency of his visits had grown less as the moons went on and he settled into his new home.) Scaling the palm tree quickly and expertly, Swifheel came out to the top with an expression of pure joy. He loved being high above everything else. It gave him the sense of power, a power he lacked in the world below.
Lounging on the leaves, Swiftheel attempted not to doze (for the last time that had happened, he was landed in the medicine cat's for a week) as he looked over the lovely scenery of the island. Hiis two toned eyes swept the area once, twice, before closing in simple contentment with life... And that breeze...
The tree rocked back and forth as a powerful wind rolled over the rocky hills and towards the ocean, and Swiftheel clung to his leafy shelter as it reeled in the wind. Usually whenever the winds picked up, it meant that a storm was coming. Mumbling something under his breath (a small lyric of a poem his Asagi-mother would tell him when he was Angelkit), he looked towards the horizon, spotting the tell-tale black clouds rolling over the water towards him.
"Rain rain, go away," he groaned as he picked his way out from under the leaves and quickly made his descent. He hated the rain, and the thought of encountering it with the tide coming in did not appeal to him at all.
A droplet hit him between the eyes, and he stopped as though he'd been stunned, watching as the raindrop rolled down his muzzle and off his nose. Truth be told, he loved the rain. He loved dancing in it and yelling and singing and no one would have to know, for no one would be there (cats did hate the rain, maybe his like of it was another reason why they hated him.) Resisting the urge to stand still and let the drops rush over his fur, erasing all of he worries with their wet trails, he forced his feet to begin to move forward, away from the ocean, away from the palm trees, and away from the rain.
...Away from the memories that bombarded him like the droplets that were coming over the horizon.
((Hope no one minds if I start a post |D; ))
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Post by moonie on Aug 14, 2007 19:10:48 GMT -5
[Mind if I jump in with my (slightly) insane rogue? xD;; -shot-]
It was wet. Raining, actually - if not hard. Still, the dark storm clouds hanging low overhead promised a shower quite soon, and extreme dampness for anyone stupid enough to be caught outside. Quite frankly, Tangle didn't care a bit. He'd noticed alright, jumping a good fox-length into the air when the first drop hit him. Now, however, he continued on his way, completely unconcerned.
It was anybody's guess whether the rogue actually noticed that he was on Clan territory (and was doing this simply to annoy the strict cats) or was just wandering the area by chance. The answer certainly couldn't be gained by examining the tom's behavior. He was as wary as ever: ears pricked, pale eyes flicking back and forth with a speed that could make one dizzy to look at. 'Relaxation' didn't seem to be a word included in his vocabulary.
Apparently, Tangle caught wind of something, because he glanced ahead abruptly, staying perfectly still for a good half-second or so - a record for him. Then he shot forward like a bullet, in the direction of ShiroClan's large palm tree. He knew the area well enough after seasons of wandering, although he wasn't completely sure why the palm tree was so oft-climbed and important to other cats. For that matter, he didn't much care, something that probably contributed.
In any case, the tom knew the place well enough that he could creep forward nearly silently, catching sight of a brown-and-white tom climbing down from the tree before he stepped out into the open himself. Silly cat. What was the point of going up there? Sight-seeing? Like that was going to help you if someone decided to randomly attack - which he could do right now, although considering that he couldn't jump quite as far as would've been needed, things might have turned out to be slightly difficult.
Tilting his head to catch the breeze, Tangle had determined two things about this other cat: one, that he was a tom, and two, that he was a Clanner. The rogue couldn't quite remember which Clan this new cat smelled of, but it made no difference in his mind. A Clan cat was a Clan cat, with the same rules, customs, mindset, and idiotic ideals. Oh, same stupidity, too.
"Rain, rain, go away." Close enough to hear the other tom speaking to himself, Tangle's lips curved up into a small, malevolent smile. As the Clanner walked away from the palm tree - towards him - the smile widened perceptibly.
On a whim, the rogue jumped out of the bushes he'd been hiding in with a snarl, teeth bared in this Clanner's direction. "What are you doing here?" His voice sounded eerily like that of another Clan cat warding off intruders, although he would have attacked anyone that suggested such a thing. As usual, Tangle's fur was ungroomed and sticking out in all directions, and the wetness wasn't helping it much. Lucky for this Clanner, he was in a good mood today.
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Post by brave on Aug 15, 2007 10:50:08 GMT -5
((Slightly insane did you say? No problem with that ;3))
If Swiftheel hadn't gone through the years he had of sudden appearances by cats that wanted to kill him, he was fairly certain that he would've jumped out of his skin at that moment. With his track record, he felt that he had no more to lose, and maybe if he was killed it would come in the form of a blessing rather than a curse.
"What are you doing here?" The (rouge, loner, enemy cat? He couldn't catch the other's scent in the now pouring rain) other said. The surprising similarity of the speech of the cat with that of the Clans was surprisingly similar, and Swiftheel blocked out all sense of deja vu he got. No, it wasn't the time for him to be caught in the memories of the past... That could wait for another time.
"The question is," he said, voice a careful monotone, "what are you doing here? You don't look like any of the cats I've ever known..." Considering how he had jumped through all of the Clans, he knew quite a bit of the cats around. "Could it be, perhaps I'm being threatened on my own Clan grounds? Or am I suffering from a mental breakdown and am merely seeing you?" He didn't allow the smile that he wanted to show slip onto his face. From experience, he usually needed that second of smiling for something more useful... Like running away from whatever cat was threatening him and hope that he could reach some sort of shelter before them.
"Whatever it is, I don't take kindly to being threatened." His claws were out and his legs were tensed, ready to attack or flee at a moments notice. He had no want to fight today (he had more than enough of them already thankyouverymuch), but if he had to, he supposed that he should at least be ready to strike, or doge, or keep his ankle away from any trouble that will befall it.
The last thing he needed was this (loner? rouge? enemy?) to catch him off guard and have his ankle snap as a result.
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