Post by Hazze on Dec 8, 2012 22:33:41 GMT -5
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NIGHT HAD GAINED control over the area. Every corner, once filled with glorious light, had been sucked out and consumed by the darkness. Abiotic members stood silent, even scarier with the black night on their side while the living, soul-filled organisms fled to their cozy dens in fear. Not many of them embraced the night. The fear of darkness had always been filled in the spirits of most autotrophs and heterotrophs, you see. Even the beautiful scenery of a glowing moon and twinkling star brethren could not lure out most of the animals. But it always lured her out.
SHE'D ONCE BEEN afraid. Not just of the darkness, but the ones who also embraced it. It was at an appropriate time, during kit-hood. Her father loved to tease her after all, which in his eyes was just a stupid joke, but it had honestly frightened her constantly. "Once I went out into the night to find your mother a fresher, nicer, and cleaner mouse. The hunting patrols were always sloppy, y'kno. But when I went out there, what I found was nothing related to a mouse." "...w-what was it?," she had asked. Her father could only chuckle to reply, "you'll just have to see for yourself." Rumour could remember his raspy voice, his toothy smile.
GIVING HER SMALL head a shake, Rumour realized she had been fixating her eyes at her own paws. She let her claws grip the ground a bit tighter to remind herself to toss those memories away. They wouldn't bring her any farther on her mission, but only drag her back. Remembering the past was dangerous. She needed to move on, find a place that would accept her. A place that didn't know of her reputation.
CONTINUING HER TRAVEL, she was abruptly stopped by a horrific smell. She backed up and let out a small cough before investigating the stale marks. A lot of full-scented cats all right. This must be another tribe. But they haven't been here since this morning. Rumour let out a small growl. She wasn't to fond of these kinds of territorial marks. They were threatening, every scent sending another message. "Get lost!" one would say. "You don't belong here!" raged another. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Proud little mutts," she spat, clawing at the ground slowly._____________________________
"it spreads";it hears; it thinks; it remembers
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comments: sorry it's a little small. I haven't really roleplayed in a while and I'm excited to get back to it. She's around the ForestClan border, but it's open to anyone willing to join c":<
tags: open
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