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Post by Tripp Lightheart on Jul 26, 2009 21:12:47 GMT -5
Tripp Lightheart cautiously pawed forward, his body low, and his senses sharp. The bone yard gave off a bad, sinister feel, which was less than helpful for Tripp, since he had already been feeling uneasy to begin with. This place was like a curse, like a nightmare, a bad, creepy nightmare. Tripp had never come here before, and he had only seen a few cats ever visit here, but they semt to leave immediately. He now knew why.
The first mistake he made was trying to catch a scent. He immediately wished he hadn't as his wrinkled nose confirmed a disgusting smell. The smell of death, and decaying flesh, something Tripp had never smelled before. At the first whiff of the disgusting scent, he cringed, as it had already filled his nostrils. "This can't get any worse."Tripp muttered to himself, breathing through his opened mouth, so he wouldn't take in anymore of the scent.
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Post by Echo Riverstone on Jul 26, 2009 21:42:59 GMT -5
Echo Riverstone heard of the new Arrival, she grinned largly.
"We shall see this new creature.
She told her Killer. Nodding towards the Bone~yard, and speeding there herself.
What she saw surprised her.
"HUNTER, OF SHARPCLAWCLAN!"
she howled into the night, hoping that she took the new comer by surprise.
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Post by Tripp Lightheart on Jul 27, 2009 13:09:58 GMT -5
Tripp Lightheart jumped, his hair standung on end, as he heard someone address him, and address him loudly at that. He really hadn't expected anyone to be here, so it had taken him by surprise. The fact that he was known as a Sharpclawclan hunter puzzled him even more.
Turning torwards the voice, his fur bristled slightly. He hadn't been doing anything wrong, just passing through, or so he thought anyway. "Who's there?" He asked in an annoyed tone. Whoever it was, he hoped thay weren't wanting to give him any trouble. He really wasn't in the mood right now.
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Post by Echo Riverstone on Jul 27, 2009 14:23:31 GMT -5
Echo Riverstone snorted,
"I do not have to speak to you, Valac!"
She hissed, using the word that the clan cats used for Rough.
"I suggest you accept it, it is a good position, not usually shown to newcomers..."
she paused, taking in his apprerance,
Hmm....Not bad..."
She thought (xD Lol sorry)
"As I said, you will be a hunter, for Sharpclawclan. You will live with them, and learn our ways of life, or perish."
She finished, Doom and Gloom filling her voice.
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Post by Tripp Lightheart on Jul 27, 2009 14:47:08 GMT -5
Staring up at the being who spoke to him, Tripp Lightheart smirked. "A hunter Eh?" He asked, ignoring the "valac" term that had been used. He was speaking to a female, he could tell, as he had a way of knowing these things. She semt pretty sinister as well, especially with the tone of her voice as dark as it was. To be honest, he was a little creeped out, especially in such a gloomy place, such as this.
"I'm quite a good hunter, and i'm sure I can handle Sharpclawclan, and your ways of living." He said this confidently, trying to hide the doubt that dwelled within him. He didn't want to seem weak and defenseless, nor did he want to seem to cocky. The last thing he wanted was to be exiled, or something like that.
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Post by Echo Riverstone on Jul 27, 2009 15:14:47 GMT -5
Echo Riverstone stepped into veiw,
"Good."
she Gave a grin that said, Hmph. I'm better then you. But you're not bad.
"You will need to proove this, by Darting through the Junkyard, and kill one dog there, to truely proove yourself, then, who knows...you may excel to a higher level of a cat."
She smirked, and waved her tail for him to follow her.
(continue in Junkyard)
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