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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 12:24:05 GMT -7
Rosie Doesn't Know. xD
*Itches To Roleplay Thornfur*
I Miss Roleplaying Thornfur. ^-^
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 12:25:13 GMT -7
Inkheart shook her head. "Not too long ago, I don't think. I lost track of time because I freaked out and hit my head and passed out..." She realized how stupid she must seem now. "And no, not what Era. I was going to ask Prankster until he fled."
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 12:44:23 GMT -7
Coldwater quirked a catbrow mildly at Inkheart’s reaction. Internally, he found it rather amusing.
“Prankster,” Coldwater intoned. The cat flinched behind the boulder. “What Era did you send my descendants to?” His tone remained eerily calm. In fact, this entire time, Coldwater had remained eerily calm.
‘The calm before the storm,’ Prankster jittered in his mind. Slowly, hesitantly, he poked his head out. His eyes darted left and right, refusing to settle on any one thing for long.
“Uhh… m-maybe the Rouge days? O-or, the start of Nightstalkers?” In truth, he wasn’t too sure. All he could remember was arguing with Moonice about something pointless and stupid and thinking about the top of Mountain Aoudad and then—poof! Moonice gone. Scarecrow had seen this, stomped over to interrogate Prankster with Icefire calmly in tow, and Prankster had panicked. All he could think of was Hollow and how if they’d never followed the caravan of Rouges, he might not be on the verge of death. And then—poof! Again!
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 12:46:52 GMT -7
Vestibule lurched forward at the sight of Prankster, but Inkheart grabbed her mother's tail in order to keep her back... and from killing the other cat. Bloodshed what not necessary at this moment in the young cat's mind.
"WHY?!" She yowled, her eyes glowing furiously. "WHY DID YOU SEND MY KITS AWAY YOU STUPID BLOODY FLEABAG!"
Before this, Vessie actually liked the cat. He had his sweet moments. But now, she wanted to murder him.
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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 12:50:44 GMT -7
ooc.
xD.
*Watches*
*Remembers*
Nova x Hollow~
bic.
Nova kept her gaze on Vessie. Her lovely Vessie. Nova was very fond of Vessie, but watching Vessie have her moments amused her. At times, Vessie went a little too far. Nova padded over to her dear /sister/, and pressed the tip of her tail on Vessie shoulder. "Peace, my dear. Peace." Nova's divine purple eyes looked into Vessie's green ones.
bic.
Vessie's eyes are green right? xD
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 12:52:48 GMT -7
ooc; Uhh.... I think they are? XD
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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 12:53:14 GMT -7
ooc.
*Brain Fart*
xD
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 13:01:46 GMT -7
“I’M SORRY! I PANICKED!” Prankster ducked behind the boulder, beginning to panic once more.
Coldwater’s gaze flicked to the left in time to see one of the prey piles vanish. His other catbrow quirked. As much as he’d love to strangle the purple cat – for more reasons than sending others to the past – he had an inkling as to how this troublesome issue arose. Calmly, he nudged Vestibule over to the side, away from Inkheart and Prankster, and lowered his voice.
“Until now, Prankster’s time warping capability lay dormant. His lack of control and training, fueled by panic-induced-adrenaline, as much as I disdain these words, had nothing to do with himself. Likely, his capability would’ve remained dormant for eternity if an outside source did not interfere. Do you recall a cat named Wishbone? I believe this is what Halloween would call a ‘wraparound.’” Coldwater swore the black cat came up with the oddest name for various scenarios. Pointedly, Coldwater stared at Vestibule, trying to convey the things he refused to voice.
OOC: It would be logical that Future-Coldwater and Future-Vestibule remember what Past-Vestibule and Past-Coldwater are going through, would it not? So then, Future-Coldwater and Future-Vestibule know Scarletblood lurks nearby.
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 13:05:35 GMT -7
Vestibule sighed, beginning to catch on and she let her fur lie down and she began to control herself. "Alright, Prankster, I am sorry for yelling at you," she said, taking comfort in both Coldwater and Nova.
Then suddenly a thought clicked and she looked at Coldwater with wide eyes. "If he is correct in where he sent our kits... they must be around the time when Scarletblood showed herself..."
ooc; ;D You're right! XD
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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 13:11:52 GMT -7
Nova's head flickered to Vessie. "Scarletblood, you say?" Nova's meow sounded shaken. Goddamn, she's back?!
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 13:13:14 GMT -7
Coldwater’s whiskers twitched at the name. Raw emotions died hard. Especially the fierce disdain he held for Scarletblood.
“Precisely,” Sitting down, the nonchalant cat recalled that episode in his life. If they wanted their descendants back safely and Scarletblood twenty feet under, then there were certain things they needed to do on their end of the time stream: this, Coldwater knew for certain. Briefly, his golden orbs narrowed. “We’ll need to locate Clockwork.” Which meant they would need Halloween – who was currently visiting a two-leg city near the four clans. Great.
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Post by Laya on Aug 10, 2010 13:14:53 GMT -7
Vestibule now felt nervous. Her kits could be in danger and she couldn't do anything about it. "What do we do without Halloween?" She asked, reading his thoughts.
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Post by Cute on Aug 10, 2010 13:20:57 GMT -7
Nova left Coldwater and Vessie alone. It was their problem, not hers. She loved them both, but she could not fix what happened.
ooc.
Alze!~
Hollow! *Pokes*
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 13:22:41 GMT -7
Frustration gnawed fiercely at Coldwater. Why did Halloween have to be in a two-leg city now of all times? Why hadn’t he convinced Nightfall to stay here: at least with Nightfall, they could locate Autumn. His mind ran through the cat list multiple times – they needed a cat that could find other cats.
An idea hit him, his golden orbs lighting up with it. ‘Or maybe we don’t need a cat at all.’
Without answering Vestibule’s question, Coldwater wandered over to the entrance and blew through his teeth. He couldn’t hear whatever sound it made: no cat could. But Mint, the fluffy eagle considering herself an honorary Nightstalker and having made the mountain itself her home, could. Within seconds the giant brown bird lighted down before him. It listened intently as Coldwater voiced a few short words. Then, it flew off.
Coldwater wandered back over to Vestibule, a faintly smug nature to his features.
“We wait for Mint to return.” He finally answered, all too nonchalant.
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Post by Alzella on Aug 10, 2010 13:23:14 GMT -7
OOC: *is poked*
Hollow what? *stares at cat off on a Recon Mission*
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