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Lupine's opinion of soccer practice in molespeech: "Oi think they'm troiyun to kill oi" *applause*
I have a soccer game tomorrow, so wish me luck!
wink
Plot's heating up.
Page Eighteen
His name was Nurko. He had been a loner for a while, cast out of mulitple clowders for repeated petty crimes. The leaders of said clowders had warned him of what it would come to if he did not stop, but Nurko was, and always had been a selfish b*****d of a cat.
He was a smallish tortoiseshell tom, scrawny with an underfed look. Such a look always helped when it came to clowders taking pity on him, and accepting him into their own. The tortoiseshell pattern ment that he was infertile, unable to breed. Small matter, considering no sane she-cat would have him father any of her litters.
Of course, Nurko would steal food from cats that were weaker than him, when he found cats weaker than him, such as elders and kittens. According to him, he was only doing what was neccacary for his own survival, but when queens complained to their leaders that Nurko had bullied their kittens, nocat would see it his way. Picking on weaker cats made the scrawny tom-cat feel better about himself; it made him feel powerful.
Now he'd found a cat that would put up with these things as long as Nurko hunted and fought for him. Thank Zar, things were looking up!
His comrades barely acknowlaged his presence, as he wove past them. A couple growled or spat as he passed. Nurko was not the most popular cat in the fighting force.
"You sent for me?" he timidly inquired, trying not to make eye contact with Sydraz.
"Yes," the black and white warrior answered something not quite a purr and not quite a hiss. "I have a job for you. It will help us gain our territory and a couple new allies." A gleam entered Sydraz's eye on the last word.
"Will... Will it be very hard?" Nurko shuffled his paws.
"Not if you do it right, and wait for the precise moment," came the answered, accompanied by a leisurely flick of the tail.
"What is this job?" the sterile tom dared to ask.
Sydraz told him, he nodded, and slipped off.
Nekan darted around, and pinned down the ginger she-cat; against her struggles, he felt his heart beat five times, and rolled off her, shaking the dust from his coat, and checking his claws for damage.
"You weren't bad," the she-cat panted, in-between licks as she cleaned the dirt from her fur.
"Neither were you," Nekan forced himself to mumble. Compliments were not his style, though both Merra and Ariya had suggested that he work harder to remember he was on a team. "Have you got him yet, Koryo?"
"Way ahead of you," the grey and cream tom purred, with his paws on the she-cat's partner's throat.
"One more win for us," Nekan called to Hana, who'd been keeping score. The ginger she-cat traced a tally-mark in the dirt.
Scaide and Senni stepped up to face a pair of toms from the other clowder.
"I'll take the one on the left," the older of the pair muttered.
Scaide nodded, and edged towards the one on the right.
"Go!" Hana announced.
Scaide used Nekan's tactic, running circles around her opponent, while Senni barreled into hers, knocking the grey tom flat.
He was quick to get up, before she could pin him, and before she could react, he had tripped her with his tail, and pounced on her. Senni kicked at his stomach with her back feet, unsheathing her claws. This distracted him long enough for her to roll them both, leaving her on top. She managed to keep the position for five heartbeats, got off.
Senni was not the largest of cats, but she was built powerfully, with physical strength almost to match her brother's.
Scaide fought on for another few minutes, until the tomcat intercepted one of her strike-and-dodge hits, and pinned her underneath him. She somehow got out of his hold, but he grabbed her again. The two writhed there, both on the ground, neither able to pin the other, untill Hana declared the fight a draw.
Next, Atrun and a she-cat came against Kaymi and Sokrin.
Scaide saw something white come up beside her, and turned. Instead of Shira, as she'd been expecting, it was Solla. Solla could be mistaken for Shira until the looker got a clear view, and noticed that although they were both white she-cats with blue eyes, Shira was noticably smaller, had darker eyes, and her tail was considerably shortened.
"Hi Solla," Scaide said cheerfully. "Wanna join us? It's actually pretty fun."
The queen shook her head. "No, I was just going to watch for a moment, then get some food and go back to my kittens." She beamed. "Their eyes have opened!"
"That's great!" Scaide purred.
The two she-cats sat observing. C'mon, Atrun! Scaide encouraged inside her head. She cheered softly to herself when Atrun managed to beat Kaymi, though his partner was defeated by Sokrin.
"Solla!"
She recognized Dira's voice coming from the nursery.
"Solla, come here!" There was a definate note of fear in the voice.
"I'm coming!" Solla called, slipping back into the nursery. No sooner had she done so than she gasped in horror.
There was a stranger cat in the nursery: A small tortoiseshell tom. And his claw was on the neck of one of her kittens.
"Yowl for help," The stranger purred maliciously. "Do anything to rouse them, and I'll kill him."
 Lupine Pyrefly · Tue Oct 04, 2005 @ 10:26pm · 0 Comments |
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