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Post by Streambreak on Aug 17, 2014 23:17:32 GMT
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» I yawned as I exited the housing area. My measly excuse for a home being left behind in the dust as I headed towards somewhere peaceful. Well, the croaks of mocking toads and frogs weren't all too peaceful, but you get my point.
No one ever goes to the bog unless they like being sucked under by five foot deep layers of mud and yucky water. All the same, I was really afraid of being sucked under. Not much would be lost to me any who. Maybe leaving behind a dead marsh bird, but that was rather insignificant.
I wormed my spindly body between broken trees and puddles of thick muddy water. There wasn't exactly a beautiful smell to this area of the territory, but I'd rather be on my own that surrounded by a grouping of cats like the clanners prided themselves in doing.
I crack of a twig made me perk my ears. I gave a wide eyed glance around, becoming frantic. If you didn't know, I wasn't exactly the epitome of manliness and strength.
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Post by Creamstripe on Aug 18, 2014 1:22:32 GMT
It was said that Foxclan had once been based in a beautiful forest, filled with plump prey of all kinds, gorgeous rivers, and an abundance of all of the herbs. Obviously that couldn't be entirely true, as such a place would have to be a true paradise, and Creamstripe knew there was no such thing anywhere close to the five Clans. But the thought of a home where the grounds didn't gobble you whole was definitely pleasant.
The mottled she-cat carefully made her steps through the bog. She rarely ever came here, and never would she come alone. The mud was disgusting, the frogs surely disease-ridden, and the cats that actually liked it were usually just barbaric to her. But she was following someone. A tom, obviously, who she had not yet met. She made it a point to know most of the cats in her homeland. They were the protector of her territory, her kits, and more importantly, her own life.
But her stealthy walking didn't last forever. A twig that she had not even seen snapped under her paw. She stared ahead quickly, just in time to see the light colored tom look around wildly. No doubt he thought this was his end. Many a mothers' tale told of kits being gobbled up by the earth itself in here, and that the Dark Bog was filled with giant toads the size of wolves, and monsters with fangs as long as a cat's tail.
But she was no monster. She was a mother, well, a mother to be, looking for another ally to protect her and her future children. Perhaps even a father for her future children, if this cat was good enough for her. She raised her chin and smiled at him, making sure to look welcoming. "Oh, hello there." She said with a friendly tone, taking another step forward. "I hope I didn't startle you. But I doubt a big, strong tom such as yourself wouldn't get scared over a twig, or a little old thing like me." She said sweetly, stepping even closer to him. "My name is Creamstripe. What's yours?" She asked politely, cocking her head to the side.
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