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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 8, 2010 11:40:45 GMT -5
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Mythpaw didn't know what happened after Padpaw jumped over her. She'd collapsed and it felt like she'd died. As she drifted to StarClan, she swore she could see a cat. Her father? Or was it her brother? Her eyes were wide as she stared at the other cat - it was nigh impossible to make them out, the light behind them blared in the apprentice's own and made the silhouette hard to make out. She padded forward gently, cautiously. Her paw was no longer ripped to shreds and hanging off by the tendons. It felt fine - her tail was nowhere to be seen, but her stump no longer burned like a fire that tore it away in the fight. The scratches and tears along her pelt had scarred over. She looked more like a battle-torn rogue than a little, scared apprentice. She didn't know what to do. Keep onwards, or turn back and be with Padpaw? She didn't want to defy StarClan, but they knew how much she loved him, how much she needed him.
As she set another foot forward, a jolt of elecrticity shot through her. She collapsed forwards with a scream. The silhouette moved forward. Mythpaw could see them now. There were no distinguishing features - it looked like a mix of every cat Mythpaw had ever known and would ever know. Her eyes widened and shut again as another jolt ran through her body. The cat lay it's head on her shoulder, easing her pain slightly. She could smell them all - her friends, her clanmates, her enemies, and Padpaw. His scent stuck out and she drank it in, trying to return to the physical world. She didn't want to be stuck in the spirit world with StarClan. She would be able to watch over Padpaw, but she would never be able to be a warrior, to become the mate of the one she loved, to have kits of her own.
Tears formed in her eyes as another jolt ran through her. She cried loudly, unable to hold the pain and the hurt inside of her. All those fights with Hopepaw, all the hurt she'd received in battles, the times when she felt like Padpaw betrayed her like that Gathering. It all flowed from her saline tears into a river that she found herself dumped in to. She gargled as she was pulled under, struggling the reach safety. She could see the silhouette running in leaps and bounds next to the river. It's form shifted into the cats she truly cared about. Another jolt shocked the small body into a still trance. She was falling - the river had ended, and she could see a table, and twolegs, and herself, her foot encased in a plastic bone, her rips and tears all stitched up, but she heard a long beep sound, a never-ending beep sound. No heartbeat came from the cat's body before her. Then, it convulsed, and she was pulled closer, this time harder and she felt like she was being torn apart.
Mythpaw's eyes opened with a yowl. She tried to shoot up, but the twoleg cutter grabbed a hold of her and whispered something. Another twoleg held her down. Mythpaw was unable to move anyway - her struggles were feeble and weak, her hisses quiet and half-hearted. She raised her paw and ran it down the side of the twoleg's hand, trying to scratch him, but her claws, and her paw, were bruised and unable to function properly. The cutter came over with a pointy claw, long and thin, with liquid inside it. Mythpaw yelped as he encroached upon her, moving her fur and inserting it in her. She yelped and hissed again. It hurt! It really did! Stupid cutter! But, she still smelled like Mythpaw, anyway, and she was thankful for that. Her stuggles grew less as she grew more tired. It must have been a medicine to get a cat to sleep, she thought, as she drifted off.
Yellow eyes opened to a strange smelling, but warm and comfortable room. Her groggy eyes scanned around, searching for the familiar faces. When none were found, the damaged apprentice pulled herself to her feet and cursed under her breath. The big bone on her foot was heavy and dragged her down. Lifting it, she reckoned she could get to the door, where she spotted a cat door. Pushing herself from the nest, she tripped and felt, in disgust, a yellow kittypet collar around her neck. She looked at it in horror - she was no twoleg plaything, she was Mythpaw of FireClan, a brave apprentice, wasn't she? But this place... it smelled so familiar, like rose buds and dew, like she'd been here for the best part of forever. Was she actually a kittypet dreaming about the clans? Was Padpaw real? Was any of it real, or just a dream created by her vivid imagination.
With a stoney face, Mythpaw set out for the cat door, ready to push it open when it opened away from her, causing her to fall upon her face. The twoleg looked down at her and picked her up. "You clumsy thing." he said gruffly. Mythpaw frowned. 'Put me down!' she thought angrily, squirming a little. "You have to rest. You broke your little paw and your tail isn't there any more." he said. Her eyes widened in alarm as she spun to look at hery tail. Holy sh- he was right, Mythpaw no longer had a tail - her beautiful, flowing, fluffy, shiny, well-groomed, long, cloud-like, squirrel, bushy, furry, grey, stripey, warm, amazing tail. Gone, just like that. She yowled in alarm as she stared at the stump - how horrendous! How the FireClan cats would laugh at her - she'd be nicknamed, or worse, renamed Notail or even Brokenpaw - that wouldn't be nice, Mythpaw thought.
With a heavy heart, she looked up at the twoleg, and heard her stomach make one of the loudest noises she'd heard. The twoleg's eyes lit up as he turned away and walked back out the door he came from. In a few moments, he returned with two bowls, one with water, one with meat. She stared at them, and lapped up some water - from what she heard, the stuff twolegs gave their pets was disgusting, but it smelled so good, like a real bird. She looked cautiously at the twoleg, and pressed her nose to the meat - it smelled like nothing she'd tasted before. She took a tentative bite. It was marvelous! she thought, munching some more. The twoleg stroked her head gently. "I don't believe in those horrible pellets people give their pets nowadays, puss. That's proper meat, my love. Chicken, that. From my farm. All my cats get it." he said with a smile, standing up and walking off. Mythpaw watched him go. Other cats?
[open to any cats for Myth's plot. Any cat can be one of his ratters if you've already got a kittypet/loner. that's kind of what they are :B]
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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 23, 2010 4:58:23 GMT -5
[anyone reply plz ;;]
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Oct 25, 2010 19:14:55 GMT -5
He was crouched ontop of the bookshelf, staring down on the newcomer with hardened amber eyes. His striped tail whisked back and forth, but other than that, he remained motionless. The sunlight was slanted at an angle upon his fur so that his dark gray fur looked sleek and shiny, and the white splash upon his chest was as white as snow. No collar was upon his neck, but one could tell he lived a hearty life with the Twoleg. Yet that didn't mean he was soft. No.
Muscles rippled underneath his sleek pelt as he shifted his position a little. There was no kittyept fat that tarnished his well-muscled figure.
Now he was up on the bookshelf, a favorite place of his. It was high up that his fur brushed the ceiling, giving him a good view of the living room. And of course, he noticed the newcomer's intrusion, though he didn't bother to approach her. But now that she is awake, he might as well.
He light jumped down gracefully, for he had enough practice to land on all four paws without twitchign a whisker.
"Well, well. A new cat huh? And a tailess one too,"he meowed, a skeptic glance at her rear, almost amused.
"Hey squirt!"the dark gray tom called, turning his head to look at another cat that was also in the room.
"Come check out this pipsqueak."
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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 26, 2010 3:43:46 GMT -5
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Mythpaw had finished her food, and was about to lie down for a nap when she heard a voice. Had her foot not been in that stupid bone, she would have jumped, hissed, and attacked. She hobbled arouns in a circle to look at the cat who had spoke. He certainly couldn't be a kittypet - kittypets' were fat and lazy. This one had muscles like a loner, rogue or clan cat. She stared at him with her bright yellow eyes, studying him. Then he called to another cat in the room. She looked around, but didn't see anyone, so she turned back to the first cat. "Just who are you?" she asked, almost scowling at him. "And just where am I?" asked Mythpaw, looking around. "And the name isn't Squirt. It's Mythpaw."
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Oct 26, 2010 22:46:10 GMT -5
Kirk gave Mythpaw a look with skeptic eyes, one eyebrow cocked.
"Well well, pipsqueak. Ya got some nerve talking to an older cat like me. You should be grateful I'm not the short-tempered type or the tail won't be the only thing you'll bemissing,"he meowed, with a smirk.
"Name's Kirk. And you're in a nice old Twoleg's house. And don't get us mixed up with those lazy bunch called kittypets,"he growled, eyes narrowing in disgust.
"We hunt for our own food and have a job of it. The farmer gives us shelter and we hunt the mice that try to eat the crop. You're lucky the farmer took you in. Or you'd probably be some lazy kittypet in another Twoleg's house. I hope you've got some ratter skills. I hate teaching newbies,"the tom meowed with a roll of his amber eyes.
"So you're name's Mythpaw huh? That's a wierd name,"the dark gray tom meowed bluntly, sitting down calmly and examining the young she-cat with mild interest.
"Why add the "paw"? You scared you're going to lose that too?"Kirk snorted, looking at her stump that used to be a tail.
((Wow, Kirk is fun to rp ^^))
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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 27, 2010 3:26:09 GMT -5
[-cba with the table atm-]
As she listened to him tell her who he was and where she was, then why she had 'paw' on the end of her name, she scoffed. "I'm a clan cat. An apprentice of FireClan, no less. When a kit becomes an apprentice, they take paw at the end of their name instead of kit." she meowed. "I thought even kittypets - sorry, ratters - knew that." she snorted, and licked her chest gently. "And of course I can hunt. You think we survive in the wild by begging for food? I was taught from the moment I was made an apprentice by Cloudeye, my mentor." mewed Mythpaw. She wondered why she was telling him this, but for some odd reason, it felt like she'd known him for the best part of forever. It was weird. "...and is this other squirt afraid of me?
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Oct 27, 2010 18:25:48 GMT -5
"Clan cats?"Kirk repeated, cocking his head and looking at the young she-cat like she was crazy.
"Never heard of them. And why would you want to live in a Clan full of "Fire","he meowed, rolling his eyes.
"No wonder you left,"he snorted, starting to draw a paw towards his muzzle and licking it calmly.
"Well, as long as you're useful, I don't care how you learned to hunt. But you better be productive, or no food for you,"Kirk growled, now drawing his paw over his whiskers.
"Oh you mean Mystic?"the dark gray tom added, stopping in his washing and looking around.
"Mystic! Hey squirt! Get over here you lazy cat!"he called, looking around for a familiar figure.
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Post by ◦ʜʇʎɯ on Oct 28, 2010 5:17:38 GMT -5
[bones! his name is bones -dies-]
Mythpaw growled when he said it was probably why she wanted to leave. "I never wanted to leave!" she said loudly, growling. "I was attacked by foxes until your twoleg saved me. Padpaw, he... he tried to stop him taking me..." Mythpaw sat down, and rubbed her eyes. "I was happy. I was on my way to becoming a warrior, to having a mate... but now I can't go back. Not in this state, anyways." she mumbled, lying down and putting her head on her paws, shifting uncomfortably on the big bone on her paw. She frowned as Bones padded over. He looked so much like Mystickit...
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Post by Sublimeluver on May 18, 2011 6:43:53 GMT -5
Mystic padded over to the trio. "Hi." she meowed with a gentle smile. She didn't smell like a kittypet...there was a trace of an unidentifiable scent... "My name is Mystic. What's you'rs?" she asked politely.
(ooc: Are we restarting the older RP?)
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