Teziran wanders, been wanting to post with her...

[Whitelight]

A shining white and gold cat trotted onto the moor. Her head held high ((whoa lost of h's)) and she walked on the fronts of her paws, as if she was trying to look across the land. Sighing, the glorious she-cat begain to walk normal again. She ignored the rabbit and other prey that sped out of her way as she moved across the moor. She opened her mouth, letting the scents of the terrain flow in. Nothing smelled of Twolegs or Monsters. In fact, there was a small scent of salt water.


Teziran cursed herself and doublie cursed the fast tounged tom that had gotten her into this mess. Pirce was his name. He had been a large black cat with white speckles all along his back. Pirce and Teziran had been friends for almost a moon, they ran in the same band. They lost there band a few nights back, the group must have run off with out the two at night. It was easily explained, since Pirce and Teziran had prefered to sleep in the Twoleg park instead of the long alleys that the others did. Last night Pirce had told Teziran that the band had gone to the west, past the Twoleg camp to another one with more food and space. He didnt want to go, but Teziran had already been getting bored with her current camp.

And now she was here. Lost in a moor near the sea. Rage filled her golden eyes and she lashed out at a rat that had russled a bush next to her. The terrified rabbit squirmed and squeeked, but it was trapped in the angry rouge's claws. Glaring, Teziran pulled the rat over so it was right in front of her. She narrowed her eyes untill they were just slits of vibrant gold. Suddently she let the rabbit go, only so leap at it with pearly claws unshealthed. The rat screamed as it was lifted into the air, blood dripped from the slash on its rump.

Securing the rat in her left forepaw, Teziran bent over it. "How do you like that Pirce? You evil, scheming, heartless... DOG!" With every insult she attacked the rabbit. Rat blood dyed her claws and fur but the rat still squirmed under her paw. Crazed, Teziran grabbed the creature in her teeth and threw it back and forth untill it twitched and sat cold.

Feeling satisfied, the white cat pranced off. She needed to find some water and get her self cleaned up.

((Pretty violent post... woah ))

This post has been edited by Whitelight on May 12 2007, 02:49 PM

[Sea Tiger]

((what did Teziran catch? A rabbit or a rat?))

Dawnstorm sprinted through the ZephyrClan forest, still upset with herself for telling everything to Novalight. It wasn’t Novalight’s fault. Just her own stupid, stupid fault. Why did she have to ruin it?!
Running through the other side of the forest, Dawnstorm found herself on the open moor. She remembered hunting her as a young warrior, and half hoped that she would stumble into a hunting patrol- or even a young apprentice- who would bring her back to ZephyrClan.
Dawnstorm sighed. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her old clan. She had thought the life of a rogue was the best there was, but she was wrong.
Hearing a splash of water, and the crinkle of grass underpaw, Dawnstorm brightened, hoping her wish was about to come true. As she crept over the crest of the hill, she saw, not a hunting patrol, but Teziran. The rogue was washing herself in a small stream that ran through the moorland.
She and the rogue had talked and even shared tongues together several times, but Dawnstorm didn’t know Teziran well enough to teasingly sneak up on her and shove her into the water. Although it took some self control- especially after playing with Novalight- Dawnstorm held herself back, and instead slipped down the side of the hill, hoping Teziran would look up and hear her.

This post has been edited by Sea Tiger on May 15 2007, 04:31 PM

[Whitelight]

((Un ratton))

Teziran was relieved to feel the cool water splash over her dirty fur. She was in a horrid mood at the moment and the coldness helped her mind wander. Were on earth could she be right now? The smells all seemed to mingle together in a huge ball of....smellyness! Exept for one. One stood out above all the rest. Laying down on the stream bank the rouge watched her reflection, as well as the reflection of the cat coming down the hill. "Dawnstorm... how I hate you..." Growled Teziran angrily. Dawnstorm wouldn't ever stray far from those simpled minded groups of cats that called themselves Clans. Fighting over land, having that stupid code of rules.... Erg! Everything about the Clans was painful to even think about. They were so.... dispicable! Outcasting any wise cat that makes the desision to leave, or even kicking out others that they want to go. It was a world of stupiditly and simplness. Basicaly, you take my mouse and I break your neck. Teziran growled and turned to watch the cloudy sky. The sky was the same no matter where she was.... and it would always stay that way.

[Sea Tiger]

The cream and gold rogue didn’t directly acknowledge Dawnstorm, but she did hear Teziran murmuring to herself, although Dawnstorm was too far away to hear the exact words.
Sitting down next to Teziran, Dawnstorm stared at her reflection in the calm water. A long-furred, coal-gray cat with amber eyes stared back at her. The silence between the two rogues was somewhat awkward, especially since they were both on forbidden territory- ZephyrClan land. Dawnstorm finally broke the silence. “What are you doing on ZephyrClan’s moors? Although I suppose you could ask me the same question…”
Waiting for Teziran’s answer, Dawnstorm gazed up at the Silverpelt, and its warriors running across its starry skies.

[Whitelight]

"I like to come here and watch the great warrior ancesters march across the sky." Mocked Teziran. ZephyrClan.... Nicelight would be leader now. No wait, that wasnt right.... Notmyfreind-light? Or.... Nellylight? Some thing like NLight at least. It had been a while since she had checked in on these stupid clans. In fact, the last time she had felt this type of clan grass under her paw pads and smelt the fragrent smell of the woods had been in a looooong time. It was so unfortunate that cats like these clan cats had taken controle over such a wonderful area.

"So, what are you doing here then?" Questioned Teziran, with half of a smirk plastered on her face. "I thought you had some sense!"

[Sea Tiger]

“I was just visiting my old clan- you do know that I used to be deputy of ZephyrClan, right? But clan life was not right for me. I live the life of a lone rogue now,” Dawnstorm said a little too strongly, as if trying to prove it to herself and not Teziran. “But I still love to watch the old warrior roam across the sky. It’s beautiful.”
Teziran didn’t answer, so Dawnstorm wasn’t sure if the cream and gold rogue agreed with her or not. “Do you think our ancestor rogues and loners live up there? Or are they not worthy enough…?”
Dawnstorm came to the realization that when she died, she may not have the privilege to race across the Silverpelt as a rogue. Was the life of a rogue really what was best for her? Staring at the Silverpelt and ShiningClan’s warriors, she longed to be able to be with them someday as she waited- and dreaded- Teziran’s answer.

[Whitelight]

"Id be cursed to have to go up and live with those cats after I die." Hissed Teziran. "Ill wander the Twoleg camps, as a spirit. Neither dead or alive." Teziran got up and begain grooming herself. "You... I dont know about you. Your really not a rouge, I knew you would never be one, but you certaintly arent a full blown clan cat any more. Your a loner, I suppose. Exept not really, because you still wish you could be happy in the clans. Hmmph, you hardly know who you are!"

[~Novalight~]

((Teziran, might I suggest getting off MY land before a sudden storm comes and you get hit by lightning if you hate the clans so much. Dawnstorm should get off too, but I'm not going to smite her...just suggestions)).

[Sea Tiger]

Dawnstorm was rather hurt by Teziran's outburst. She knew Teziran was a moody cat, but in the past Dawnstorm has tried to overlook the rogue's suddened mood swings. But Teziran was right, Dawnstorm realized with some alarm- she wasn't a true rogue, but she had no clan no belong to either.
Not wanting to give in to the cream and gold loner, Dawnstorm hissed angrily, "I know exactlly who I am. And I certainly don't need a coldhearted rogue like you to tell me that I don't know where I am happy. I am happy wherever the wind takes me. But you, Taziran?"
Dawnstorm snarled, the anger inside her rising. "You are never happy with anything. Or anyone. Is that why Pirce left you?" Dawnstorm didn't wait for Teziran's answer, but instead stalked off down the river's shore. She knew her words would hit Teziran like a bullet, and she kept her ears alert, expecting an attack from the other rogue at any moment.

[Whitelight]

"Pirce never left me, hun," (I feel like an anoying aunt) Teziran called. "Friendships leave with the changing of the wind. Your gone now, not like you were ever a friend." The rouge streched out on the ground. "Oh yes... I forgot! How would you ever know who I am. You never dared to come see where I live, heh, and I bet you never will. You choose to wander through these lands afraid that some hefty clan cat will come bowl you down if you step of a fly! You cant ever be your self, well.... your not much anyway so its not that grand of a loss. You could have came with me back to the Twoleg camp, seen what being a rouge is truely about but you were to afeared! Make no mistake, Dawnstorm, your words are dripping with unsertanty. You think that I couldnt see that as clear as I see the stars in the sky?"

((Its okay Nova. Teziran hasent done anything bad here....YET ))

[Sea Tiger]

“Well at least the stars in the sky are clearer than your dark heart,” Dawnstorm hissed, whipping around to face the loner. She didn’t want to face Teziran any more, but even if she didn’t know where she belonged, at least she still had a little pride, even though what was left of her pride was being steadily crushed by Teziran’s mocking words.
“If Pirce never left you, then what happened?” Dawnstorm asked, suddenly interested about the rogue. Dawnstorm had never met Pirce, but Teziran talked about him- or, had talked about him, rather- so much that Dawnstorm’s curiosity couldn’t stand it any more.
Dawnstorm assumed Teziran was too angry with her to answer her question, but she couldn’t think of anything left to say.

[Whitelight]

"Oh, we split our seperate ways. Unlike clan life, the life of a rouge is filled with different cats that have no comintments." Teziran shrugged off the question. It seemed pointless to argue with Dawnstorm. The sly she-cat knew she had already gotten to her former friend, pushing it too far would completly sever their ties. Teziran had already made up her mind. She would stay here, near the clans, at least for a while. Dawnstorm would come back to her, she needed the be patient.

[‹‹Sparklight››]

{{ Whitey you love making evil/mean characters, don't you? XD heheh I bet they're fun to play, though...}}

[Whitelight]

((yupsause! cool avie by the way!))

[Sea Tiger]

((yup: whitey is quite evil; teziran is evil to dawnstorm, and proudheart is evil to tigerheart and kangaroopaw ))

“Oh.” Dawnstorm said solemnly. She knew Teziran wasn’t exactly a nice cat, but she wouldn’t mind having another rogue friend to hunt and talk with. Dawnstorm didn’t want to act so naïve and simple-minded, ((haha, like Will)) but she wasn’t sure of what else to do.
“I guess I understand. I mean, I’ve never really had any close friends- in ZephyrClan or here as a rogue- but, I can still somewhat understand what you’re saying.” Dawnstorm somewhat regretted saying these words to Teziran, because she would like to consider Novalight a close friend, but if she told Teziran that, she would lose all chances of becoming the loner’s ‘friend.’
“Gosh it’s getting dark. I guess we better head back to loner lands. I love it here, but too bad it belongs to ZephyrClan.” Dawnstorm forced herself to say the last word as if it were poisoned, but in her heart the word made her giddy and happy. “Knowing ZephyrClan, they’ll probably have a patrol coming around here soon, so we better get out of their land.”
Dawnstorm instantly regretted saying that land sentence, because now Teziran would probably mock her even more for knowing when ZephyrClan set their patrols, so she tried to cover it up. “On the way out of here, wanna grab some fresh-kill? I haven’t hunted at all today, and I’m starving.” But before the other rogue had a chance to reply, there was a rustle in the bushes behind them (I’m not sure why on an open moor, but…)) and both loners looked up with a startled glance.
Dawnstorm wanted to run, not caring for anymore encounters with ZephyrClan today, but because Teziran was here, she forced herself to stay, unsheathing her long claws.

[Whitelight]

((FOX))

Gleaming yellow teeth snapped out suddenly. Teziran wanted so much to spit back a response at Dawnstorm but now wasnt the time. The two needed each other to live the rest of the day. Dont bail! The white rouge pleaded mentally, fixing her eyes on Dawnstorm. Teziran leaped to the left, letting the fox try and slice her shoulder blade. As quick as she could, Teziran changed direction with her claws drawn. She hooked onto the foxes right side but it snarled and grabbed her neck with its mouth. Jagged teath bit into her fur and blood spluttered out of her neck. The fox held strong and the pain cause blackness to inch into Teziran's vision. With all her strength she shredded at the foxes hide with her back claws. With a yelp the fox released her but the cat held strong. She steadied herself and launched out with her hind legs, flying strait for the foxes head. She scratched at its forehead feircly, screaming a battle call. The fox growled and shook its head, sending her flying. The rouge hit against a large rock, darkness seeping into her vision. "Dawwnnn....." She murmered.



(( If thats not preasure on you Tiger, then I dont know what is. =P ))

This post has been edited by Whitelight on May 30 2007, 10:06 PM

[Sea Tiger]

Dawnstom stared startledly ((is that a word?)) at Teziran. What was once a ball of hissing fur was now slouched against a rock, unconscious. Fury rose through Dawnstorm; although she wasn’t particularly fond of Teziran, she couldn’t sit and watch while the fox shredded Teziran. Leaping at fox with unsheathed claws, Dawnstorm hissed in the tawny orange fox’s face. The fox charged at Dawnstorm, but she leapt nimbly out of the way, the fox scrambled to keep its footing, giving Dawnstorm the perfect opportunity to rake her claws down the fox’s pelt. The fox stumbled, caught off its guard, and tumbled down the slope, rolling over and over. Although its belly was left unprotected, Dawnstorm didn’t have a chance to claw the fox again, because the fox toppled over the edge of the bank, and plummeted into the stream with a howl.
Dawnstorm smirked, glad that the fox was no longer a threat. The waterlogged fox climbed out of the stream and onto the shore on the opposite side, shaking its head in disgust. With a bit of a hobble in its step, the fox slipped off into rogue territory.

((so ha! i beat the stupid fox. now we better get lost before novalight brings down the rath of her fury on us...! ))

[Whitelight]

Teziran watched Dawnstorm spitting truimphantly at the foxes back. She felt an unwanted gratitude burn in her stomach. She licked on of her bloody gashes, it happened to be on her front paw. She limped over to the former warrior. "Come on, rouge." She grunted, trying to not show her proudness for Dawnstorms actions. "We have to get over to those loner lands. Before that N. Light girl comes and finishes what that vixen started." Teziran paused. "Well, she'll shred me at least, she is too good to claw up someone that had ever been a warrior." Teziran felt the bit of her stomach turn. She had pure warrior blood, and it seemed to burned in her veins as she talked about warriors. Fact was, she often fantasised about being a warrior. Being part of something, for once in her life. She had finally shaken off the dream but being back in her birth lands she felt a pull to fight along side of warrior kin.

[Sea Tiger]

Dawnstorm finished licking her fur; there weren't any wounds, but it comforted her nonetheless. She trotted off after Teziran, unsure how to respond to the rogue. Moments before the fox attack, Teziran looked as if she would claw Dawnstorm's fur off, and now she was actually being friendly to Dawnstorm. The coal-gray rogue was confused by Teziran's mood swing, but decided it would be best to not press Teiran any more. She glanced at towards the stream, and seeing a pair of green eyes glowing at her- the fox- she quickly turned away, headed into loner land.

The two rogues walked in silence, unsure of how to start a conversation. Dawnstorm was afraid that if she tried to talk with Teziran, the loner would turn on her again. She would rather remain 'friends' with Teziran than try anything else.
Suddenly remembering how hungry she was, Dawnstorm crouched in a hunter's pose, scenting the air for prey. A mouse russled in the bushes about a tails' length away, and Dawnstorm pounced, leaping silently through the night sky, and swiftly finished off the mouse. It was a plumb one, and probably belonged to ZephyrClan, but technically she wasn't stealing, because she had caught it on the loner's side of the bourder. Dawnstorm ripped into the mouse, then looked up at Teziran, blood dripping from her whiskers. "Want some?" She asked the cream colored rogue through a large mouthful.

[Whitelight]

Teziran didn't pause to reply before she sunk her teeth into the soft mouse flesh. Dried mud and both cat and fox blood was dried on her white and cream fur but the rouge ignored the uncomfortable feeling. After taking about half of the prey, Teziran sunk into a patch of longish grass, the scents of the Loner Lands seeping into her nose.