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Post by Kisa-luff<3 on Dec 19, 2008 7:16:51 GMT -8
Kisa-luff<3 [/color][/font][/center] Your reality. I reject it. ««
The pure white tom flicked his ivory tail about an inch above the ground, taking care not to smear it with dirt. His green-brown eyes were focused not on the world around him, but at the handsome reflection gazed back at him from the crystalline stream in front of him. He held himself a bit above the ground so that the muddy river soil would not soak into his snowy pelt. Narcissus glanced down at his paws and winced,the dirt had begun to crust around the edges. He had no possible way to keep his paws clean, no matter how dearly he wished for it.
He sighed, he couldn't resist cleaning his paws. Even if it would tear him away from his reflection for a while. He padded over to the nearest /clean/ spot and sat down licking his dirty paws vigorously. not too far away from him he could hear cats meowing. Narcissus squirmed "I do hope they don't come this way." he mewed unhappily. "I don't feel like talking to anyone." his paws now licked to perfection he smoothed down a few stray tufts of fur and padded back to the stream to gaze at himself.
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Post by Moony~! on Dec 29, 2008 15:16:25 GMT -8
(This cat.. is awesome XD)
Whitebrook padded along the stream swiftly, his leafy green eyes narrowed with hate and thought. Would he stay like this forever? Bent on revenge.. bent on gaining her favor? He flicked his pure white ears in irritation. He wasn't sure whether this was what he wanted or not. He wasn't sure whether he was happy, sad, or angry.. it was all just a swirl of confusion. He glanced at the water only to see two cats. One was him, he knew it was. The other one looked similar to him... but different also. He was slimmer, didn't have as much of poofy fur, and had different colored eyes. Different colored eyes that had a different glint to them. A glint of pride, but an also similar glint. The glint of obsession. Or at least that's what he figured.
Whitebrook looked up across the stream in a slightly confused way but then saw another cat. Another pure white tom staring at the stream with a dazed expression on his face. So. This cat was obsessed with itself. Whitebrook stared at the tom with disgust, At least I'm obsessed with another cat. And a she-cat at that. But this guy.. he's obsessed with himself. He narrowed his eyes with disbelief. Was this how he looked when he saw Briarstream? Did he really look so stupid and.. obviously adoring?
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Post by golden on Dec 29, 2008 16:22:17 GMT -8
Honeywhisker crouched silently near the stream. She saw the two toms sitting a little ways downstream, one of them was admiring himself in the water and the other was looking at him with disgust. She looked on for a few moments , then decided to go and talk to them.
The white one didn't seem to notice anyone but himself, so she ignored him and padded politely up to the other tom and nodded her head in greeting. "Hullo there." she mewed. Honey sat and wrapped her tail around her paws in attempt to keep them warm.
She gazed at him for a few moments, "I don't believe I know your name. I'm HoneyWhisker!" she said in a cheerful tone. Zane crouched beside her in silence, gazing around everywhere with his dark eyes. |
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Post by Kisa-luff<3 on Dec 29, 2008 19:41:59 GMT -8
Kisa-luff<3 [/color][/font][/center] Your reality. I reject it. «« Narcissus jumped a bit as he noticed that two other cats had managed to get near him while he was absorbed in his image. He stared unable to find anything to say. They didn't appear to be very hostile. The tom was staring back at him looking oviously displeasured. The she-cat looked rather perky. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. His eyes were widened as he observed the two cats. How had they managed to get so close without him noticing? /Must be because I'm so handsome./ he thought recalling his own image again.
He opened his mouth again to speak "So... er. Is she your mate?" Narcissus asked the tom politely trying to strike up a nice conversation so that a fight would not occur. Blood takes forever to get cleaned out of his pelt.
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Post by Moony~! on Dec 29, 2008 19:59:52 GMT -8
Whitebrook looked up, blinking slightly. "Well hello.. Honeywhisker." He glanced at the other tom for a few more moments before turning all his attention to Honey. "My name is.. Whitebrook. Are you clancat?" He blinked slightly. She looked "clancatty" but he'd never seen her before. His ears twitched. Was it safe? Should he just disappear?
He readied himself to run if she attacked. He didn't want to kill unneccesarily, as he'd discovered recently. He'd definitely kill Twistedsong.. but not harmless she-cat.
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Post by golden on Dec 30, 2008 0:37:19 GMT -8
Honeywhisker nodded taking in his image and name, so she would not forget him. "Nice to meet you Whitebrook!" she said in her sweet, happy voice. "Yes I am. I'm assuming you are too?" she mewed.
Honeywhisker turned briefly to face the self-obsessed cat . "Of course not." she replied calmly. "Perhaps you should stop admiring yourself and listen to what going on around you." the young she-cat advised, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth.
She turned back to Whitebrook and smiled, then gave her chest a swift lick. All the while Zane sat in the bushes and didn't move or make a sound. Honeywhisker wondered if this was something that she should be worried about, but then blocked it from her mind. "Do you have a mate? I might know her." She asked Whitebrook curiously. |
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Post by Kisa-luff<3 on Dec 30, 2008 13:55:55 GMT -8
Kisa-luff<3 [/color][/font][/center] Your reality. I reject it. «« "Oh so you're Whitebrook," Narcissus mewed nodding to the tom "And you're HoneyWhisker!" he nodded to the she-cat. "Well..." he drawled "I'm just going to go, if you two aren't going to bother me." Narcissus meowed stepping backwards a bit, edging down the stream. Just a little farther and he could bolt to a less inhabited place down the stream
He stopped for a few seconds to lick flecks of mud off his pelt and continued on. Glancing over his shoulder continually to make sure they weren't going to attack him from behind.
He was about a fox length and half away from the two befor he stopped planted himself on the bank and returned to examinging his own reflection.
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Post by Moony~! on Jan 10, 2009 9:16:15 GMT -8
Whitebrook followed the self-obsessed tom with narrowed an disgusted eyes, then turned back to Honeywhisker. "Actually, I have no mate." He smiled slightly, and he averted his eyes coolly to the treetops while thinking, At least not yet. He didn't dare look at the she-cat as he said slowly, "I'm just like that.. thing over there, I'm not a clancat." His muscles tensed, and he got ready to spring and attack or run. Whichever suited better to how well this she-cat fought. "But I'm assuming you know.. Gl-Briarstream?" He narrowed his eyes with possession, "And a tom that looks similar to her." He paused, trying to force the name he oh so despised out. "Twistedsong?"
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