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Post by Alzella on Jul 21, 2010 19:28:13 GMT -7
The Adventure May the role-play commence![/center] |
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 10:29:12 GMT -7
Vestibule sighed as she cleaned her multicolored fur. She wanted to be closer to Coldwater, he must know that she loves him. For Starclan's sakes, their future kits were here! And yet... she couldn't allow herself to get near him. She was afraid that he wouldn't accept her.
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 10:33:00 GMT -7
OOC: >.> I thought we were doing Future-Coldwater and Future-Vestibule where Unborn-Inkheart was left behind?
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 10:35:22 GMT -7
ooc; XD Oh, that works too! I thought you meant just FF a bit. <.< Ignore the post then!
bic; Vestibule grumbled as she looked around for her kits. They were too much like both her and Coldwater for their own good.
Her tail perked when she saw her daughter. (I made Inkheart a girl, right? XD)
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 10:44:12 GMT -7
OOC: Yes, you made Inkheart a girl. ^-^
BIC:
Coldwater evenly mixed together an explosive concoction for the Shelter Sector to use in "Cave Development." He didn't particularly care what "Cave Development" involved, so long as the integrity of Aoudad Mountain remained strong.
As he worked, his tail swished back and forth diligently. Moonice had yet to return with the promised batch of blueberries. Scarecrow hadn’t poked his head in yet to ask for more white powder or dried moss: two things he asked for on a daily basis.
Deep in the depths of his mind, Coldwater knew something was amiss.
His tail twitched.
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 10:48:13 GMT -7
Vestibule walked up to Inkheart, who looked at her mother with a wide-eyed expression as if she was s eeing a ghost. "V..Vestibule..." She studdered, shrinking under her mother's glare.
"Where are your siblings?"
"Umm..."
Vestibule's eyes narrowed.
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 11:03:07 GMT -7
OOC: XD For some reason, Future/Scary-Vestibule amuses me.
BIC:
Prankster lurked around the corners of the central cave, trying to avoid any and all cats as much as possible. The unfortunate thing about Hollow being off on some Recon Mission was that Hollow wasn't here to hide Prankster. The purple cat shuddered at the thought of Coldwater or Vestibule finding him. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, yeah, I think I accidentally sent your kits back in time. Sorry about that.' That would go over well. Real well.
Once Coldwater finished the concoction, he bundled it up and set it by the door with a red leaf on top. Whoever Vestibule sent to retrieve it would know that the red leaf meant it was done.
Briefly, Coldwater stretched, letting his claws scrap the rocky cave floor.
'I believe a stroll is in order,' The cobalt blue cat thought, languidly ambling off with the intent of locating his stray descendants.
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 11:06:27 GMT -7
ooc; XD She's just in a bad mood. That's all.
bic; "I will repeat this, Inkheart. Where are your siblings?"
Inkheart cowered at the sight of her angry mother, and wished that her father would come and calm her. She didn't want to tell her what happened when she was this angry, because Inkheart was afraid that her mother would lose it.
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 11:23:58 GMT -7
Spotting one of his unruly descendants cowering before the other portion of their parental blood, Coldwater decidedly meandered over. He lightly laid his tail across Vestibule’s shoulder and turned nonchalant golden orbs onto Inkheart.
“Do answer your mother’s question, Inkheart.”
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 11:26:03 GMT -7
Vestibule immediately relaxed when she felt Coldwater's presense, and her eyes softened the expression they held.
"Umm..." The young cat gulped. "Prankster might have... umm... sent them back in time?"
Vestibule wanted to kill something. "PRANKSTER DID WHAT TO MY KITS?!"
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 11:35:44 GMT -7
Coldwater remained infinitely calm beside the killer-intent-radiating-Vestibule.
“How can you be certain? Did they return to tell you such, or did you go back with them and return?”
Prankster shrank behind the boulder he’d chosen as a hiding place. Deep down in the depths of his stomach, he got the horrible feeling that Coldwater already knew, instinctively, where he was hiding. Quietly, the young cat gulped.
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 11:37:55 GMT -7
Inkheart shook her head. "They were beside me and then suddenly they poofed and Prankster had this horrified look on his face and he was muttering something about being dead for sending them to the past."
Vestibule radiated anger as she looked at her daughter. That bloody fleabag sent HER kits to the past?!
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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 12:14:00 GMT -7
Nova: *About to kill the kits*
>w> Damn you Vessie!
But I still love you~
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 12:15:34 GMT -7
ooc; XD How does that make sense? She wants to kill her kits yet she loves her? XDXD
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 12:18:33 GMT -7
“How long ago?” Coldwater questioned idly. His tail remained calmly across Vestibule’s shoulder, the tip twitching just barely. Inwardly, he plotted Prankster’s slow and painful death. He mentally calculated how long the purple cat could last torture without dying. He doubted very long. “Do you know the era they were sent to?” Then again, to get three of their rowdy descendants back, they would need Prankster… Or maybe… Coldwater’s mind brought up a mental list of the various cats they had immediate access to and their individual talents.
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