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November 3rd, 2016 02:35 PM |
Re: ThunderClan Territory
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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
(Post 17813)
Timberpaw padded into the territory, the young tom looking around almost uneasily. He wasn't quite sure why he had ventured out at this moment- until he remembered, he was trying to escape from the more crowded clearing. Unfortunately for him, silence was something that he rarely got, and he appreciated it when he could have it. Timberpaw's senses were all on high alert, and he felt as though he could hear any noise. Despite being a well built cat, Timberpaw was a good hunter and was pretty good at moving quietly. He could smell several different scents, including the ones of other cats...a few he recognized and could name, and others he wasn't sure where they came from. Timberpaw's tail twitched slightly, almost unconsciously, and he looked back in a startled manner, having heard the sound of a twig snapping as he did so. He crouched low to the ground, his green orbs fixated on the spot where he had heard the noise, and he crept forwards over-eagerly, accidentally finding his tail caught between two branches. He gave a frustrated mew, eventually managing to pull it out without causing any damage to it, but by the time he turned back the noise had stopped and he had lost the scent and position of whatever it was. The young tom could feel a slight stinging sensation in his tail still, and knew it was most likely sore from being pulled out from between the branches. It hadn't exactly been an easy fix- and it only reminded him more of how clumsy and insecure he could be. Why can't I be more confident of what I'm doing and pay more attention to my surroundings? Timberpaw thought to himself, as the tip of his tail began to twitch in an irritated manner once more. He was almost hoping that another cat would show up- perhaps he would be able to make a new friend. Besides his sister, Timberpaw had had very few friends and at the moment, none at all.
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Apurva crept through the undergrowth, setting down each paw carefully, as if stalking a mouse. She wasn't really sure where she was. She'd never been here before, and it made her rather on edge. Around her, trees swayed in a warm breeze, making the leaves rub together, creating a loud rustling that put her off. She accidentally stepped on a twig and it broke with a loud crack. She looked around, not sure what to do. Suddenly, the strong, fresh scent of cat washed over the molly, and her green eyes widened with panic. The red black and white molly quickly darted through the trees, stopping a good distance away. From where she'd scented the cat came a new, sounding a little frustrated to her. Curious, Apurva made a wide circle around, keeping away, but moving in an almost crescent shape so she could come around behind whoever it was. Suddenly, the forest didn't seem quite as inviting. It seemed darker, more foreboding. She pressed up against an oak, peering around it carefully. Now she was downwind, and she hoped the winds wouldn't shift. She saw a young tom. Maybe just a little younger than herself. She didn't move, then, after a moment, she took several steps away, careful not to disturb the leaves that covered the ground in a thick layer. I thought I'd be alone. But nope. There seems to be cats everywhere.... the young loner was mildly disappointed, though she was also curious as to who that was. She sighed, then went forward again, her green gaze watching carefully as she waited, wondering what he was doing. Where she was, beside the oak, was quite shady, and she hoped it would help hide her. Besides, I doubt he'll see me anyway. She added, hoping she was right. Apurva knew she was taking a big risk by staying in one place so long, but she didn't bother to move.
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