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Post by flamexcat on Sept 10, 2009 21:18:51 GMT -5
[ooc: That is one huge leaf. o.o Lol!)
Only half listening as Night spoke, Minx ground her sharp yellow teeth together. Even though she could have probably limped a little ways off, it would be tiering, and though she hated to admit it, Night was right about the noises her scuffling would make alerting any nearby two legs. Lowering her head, the black she-cat refused to look at the tom cat until she heard the rustling of undergrowth and glancing up wards, she saw that he had gone. Narrowing her eyes at the wavering foliage, Minx snorted. Would he really come back? What reason did he have to save a cat like her? Convinced she was right, she sighed and lay still, hardly bothering to notice the gaping wound. As she waited for who knows what, every once and a while a twig would snap, alerting the she-cat and sending her heart pounding. If it was a two-leg, everything would be over, and escaping to freedom would all be for nothing. Yet every time it only happened to be a small animal, or bird of some sort. Gulping down a mouthful of nothing, Minx shivered and closed her eyes. Every part of her mouth felt dry, as if some unseen force had sucked out all the moisture. Stomach turning, she shook her muzzle, anxiety making her sick. It was a while later when the same fern fronds shook again, and practically jumping out of her skin, Minx stared wide eye'd at the face of Night. "He came back...but why?" She thought absent mindfully, oblivious to the strong emotion crackling the air around him. Before she could object, Night rushed over to her wound with which he began wrapping with sticky cobwebs. Flinching at his touch, she growled, but didn't try to strike out, her fear freezing her like stone. Yet it was what happened next that surprised her. Quicker than she would have ever expected a cat whom had just run who knows how far, Night had grasped her ragged scruff and lifted her from the ground. Naturally she let out a snarl of protest, but the tom ignored her struggles and instead brought her a few paces where he placed her on a strangely large leaf. Nose twitching in a mixture of fear and confusion, Minx groaned lightly when he began tugging, her paws splayed out.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 11, 2009 15:47:14 GMT -5
[xD Lol, well, he can't exactly carry her on his back, and he's smarter than to drag her on the ground without protection.] Despite the strenuous task at paw, the tom didn't stop until he was sure he'd put a safe distance between them and the trap. Finally halting, he walked over to the base of a birch tree where moss had grown over the roots. Heading back over to where Minx lay, he pulled her the short way beneath the tree, setting her down and stepping away several lenghts before pausing to speak to the she-cat. "Wait here. I'm going to catch something for you to eat." He meowed, turning back and padding through the woods. Scenting the air, the tom set his sights on finding any unsuspecting prey. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 13, 2009 16:53:40 GMT -5
"Wait here. I'm going to catch something for you to eat." Glaring in Nights direction as he once again threw himself into the undergrowth, Minx sighed and twisted her head to look at her heavily injured back foot. Now that she could no longer scent the trap, the feeling that she was being surrounded by two-legs had subsided, though she still expected to have to get up and run at any moment. Staring at the wound, she narrowed her pale green eyes. Any sane cat would have just left her to die...or simply not have followed her at all. But Night had. He had been planning to drag himself after her...and for the life of her Minx could not figure out why. Letting out a hiss of frustration, she hung her black furred head. It was a strange feeling that kept pulling at her like an annoying burr, like she was forgetting something. Confused and still jumpy, the loner pushed her forehead against the tree trunk, eyes closed tight as the steel jaws that had captured her paw.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 14, 2009 21:25:40 GMT -5
The tom, though his body ached painfully, waited in slight impatience for the mouse to creep closer. He wanted to catch it quickly before Minx passed out from her hunger. He knew it wasn't likely, but he still couldn't shake the feeling of someone needing him, even if it didn't mean they wanted him. There was a difference between the two, but he initially ignored that border line. Rather, catching something to fill up the she-cat's stomache and help her regain her strength was of higher importance at the moment. Sighing softly, he regained his calm, reminding himself that he would never get anything with his anxiety hanging over him like a storm cloud. Relaxing, he let his father's instincts take over, and his shoulders sank backwards as the rodent crept closer and closer. Too close. Like a bullet, the tom shot forward, killing the creature with a swift smack to the skull. Lifting it in his jaws, he turned, limping back to where the she-cat was waiting rather unhappily. When he reached the clearing, he spotted her with her head pushed close up against a tree. Wondering what she was doing but too tired to ask, he dropped the mouse at her paws before turning and walking off a little way's. Sitting down on the other side of the clearing, he rested his head on his paws, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as his tense limbs relaxed, the stress fading like rain into morning dew. "How's your leg?" He murmured, voice barely audible as sleep tugged at his eyes. Blinking, he held back the urge to doze and instead locked his eyes on the she-cat's figure, intent on staying awake in order to keep guard over the she-cat if she decided to nap. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 14, 2009 21:46:13 GMT -5
Still refusing to remove her head from the tree trunk, Minx could care less when Night arrived. As soon as he had set the mouse down on the ground beside her, alluring aromas rose to tickle her nose. Wrinkling her muzzle as she tried to ignore the fresh scent feeding her hunger, Minx kept her eyes closed. No matter how starved, she didn't want to eat...she couldn't. Her stomach seemed to be nothing compared to the feeling of sick that stuck to her like unforgiving mud. "How's your leg?" Completely ignoring him, Minx hardly flinched to even acknowledge that she had heard. The incident had brought back dark memories, and the way Night had reacted to it all made her feel odd and hollow. If she hadn't been so lost in nothing, perhaps she would have noticed the stinging pain biting at her ankle, or even the small pool of crimson slowly forming beneath it. But she took no notice, or care.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 15, 2009 14:03:51 GMT -5
Deciding that it was best if he said nothing, the tom wondered if Streak was watching from wherever it was that dead cats went. He'd heard about Starclan; the clan cats' ancestors, though he didn't know much about them. Only that they were the stars at night or something. So where did all of you go? To Starclan? Or do only clanners go there? Where are you now? Will I be able to find you when I die? His vision clouded as he thought of the faces that only existed in his memory; the voices that were now mere echoes in the confines of his mind. Sighing heavily, he rolled onto his side, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he tried to force the pictures from his head. He didn't want to think about his family right now. Yet at the same time he wished that he could meet with his cousin, Streak, one more time and receive the tom's familiar, optimistic advice. The cat had always had a way of cheering up those around him, and had comforted Night whenever he'd been feeling down. Never cry, because I'm strong on my own. Pain swallowed him, covering the tom like a black cloth as he shuddered. "Minx... You don't have to be afraid, or upset, or sad, or anything. I want... No, I need you to tell me what's going through your head right now. I want to be able to understand you, to see things through your eyes." He meowed, eyes suddenly opening as he sat up, staring intensely at the she-cat. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 15, 2009 16:56:33 GMT -5
Head suddenly snapping up like a spring, Minx glared at Night through crazed green eyes, fangs bared. "Why?" She snapped, the fur along her spine bristling dangerously. Every ounce of hatred, fear and confusion she felt was now aimed at the friendly black tom, and if it was possible the area around her would be crackling with her anger. Tail lashing she let a deep growl erupt from her throat, "you don't NEED to know anything!" Chest rising and falling as the annoyed she-cat breathed hot air, Minx tore her gaze away and placed her forehead back up against the tree trunk.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 15, 2009 20:01:49 GMT -5
Surpisingly, the tom didn't flinch despite her harsh words. Blinking, calm blue gaze stared at her without judgement. Rather, he was thinking about the many things he could say. He didn't want to pick a fight. He didn't want to argue, yet he didn't want to give up either. He was at a crossroads. Stay, take the she-cat's venom in exchange for a chance to thaw the ice on her heart, or leave and forget he had ever met her. "You're right. None of us need to know anything. But we do, and if someone doesn't tell us, we eventually find out in our own way. So let me ask you this." His eyes narrowed as he stood up, walking over to the she-cat, swaying slightly unsteadily on his paws yet remaining upright nonetheless. Halting directly in front of the she-cat, a strangely calming aura came off the tom as he looked at her. "Why? Why won't you trust me?" [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 15, 2009 20:15:54 GMT -5
Snorting at the tom's words, Minx would have rolled her eyes had they not been closed, "And what the hell does that mean?" Sometimes he seemed to speak in riddles, well to her it seemed. Yet before she could attempt to pick apart the meaning, her one ragged black ear pricked at the sound of paw steps behind her. "Why? Why won't you trust me?" Slowly turning her head, Minx found her self face to face with the speaker. His face was so calm, like the waters of a cool lake, his eyes staring into her as if he could peer inside of her. Somehow this made her tremble uncomfortably as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. For a moment the two pairs of orbs locked together, his calm and wise, hers intense and full of emotion. Finely her lip curled back, "Because....because...its- Her words trailed off uselessly, empty and hollowed. She winced at the pathetic sound of her voice and lowered her maw so that the moment broke like shattered glass and she was enveloped in silence. There was no reason why.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 15, 2009 20:25:51 GMT -5
The tom waited for a reply that he knew would not come, and when her words were left hanging in the air, he sat down, glancing up at the tree-tops as they broke eye-contact. He wasn't sure what to say next. He had already figured before that the she-cat didn't really have any reason not to trust him other than her own paranoia, but he hadn't planned it out as far as this point. All that was left was to improvise; something he had never been particularly good at. "Because, though you have no reason not to trust me, it doesn't give you a reason to trust me. After all, as far as you know, I'm just a stranger who appears to be trying to help you. I don't hold anything against you, Minx. Whether you trust me or not, trust is something earned; not a gift we are born with. If I still do not have your trust, then I am willing to work for it." He meowed, looking back down at the she-cat. Though the inner turmoil had died down in the tom, he still could not shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. As though there was more he was supposed to tell the she-cat. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 15, 2009 20:38:15 GMT -5
Glancing wearily out of the corner of her eye, she shook her head slowly. As much as she hated to admit it, as much as it felt like she was being ripped in half the more she thought about it, she did trust him. Minx flinched as though physically hurt by thinking such things. "No....you don't trust anybody!" She yowled mentally to herself, yet it wouldn't stick. Just thinking about it made the loner feel weak. How could she do something like expose everything she knew to a cat whom for some reason just wouldn't give up? She couldn't just spill out the horrors, everything she knew, heck she barely knew herself! But for some reason it was on the tip of her tongue as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life. Than without looking at him, she spoke again, "Why? Tell me...honestly tell me why I haven't killed you, why you perspire to follow me, and than....and than I'll..." Minx couldn't think of the right words to finish. This was totally going against her nature.
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Post by Barketh on Sept 15, 2009 20:56:15 GMT -5
He had reached her. Even if only a little bit, the tom knew it. From the way her voice changed, and the way she suddenly seemed afraid and confused, like a kit who had lost its mother in a storm. "Why... I suppose..." He drifted off, staring into the she-cat's eyes, looking for a hint of her thoughts. It had always seemed so easy to tell what others were thinking. All he had to do was stare at them long enough and he knew who they were. Yet she was different. He couldn't tell what she truly thought of him, he didn't know her intentions, but he did know that he would never be able to understand her. Not the way he was now, at least. "Because... I'm the only cat so far who's ever tried to find out who Minx really is deep inside. And... I don't really know why I follow you... A part of me won't let myself leave you behind... So for some reason I keep going back." He murmured, voice dying out as he ran out of ideas. The she-cat was the only one who had ever not wanted to know more about him though. He'd always been berated with questions his entire life. Yet this she-cat didn't care about any of that; to her, it didn't matter where or what kind of a lifestyle he came from. He could be named Pinkpunkapog and she wouldn't care. None of that mattered to her other than whether she could trust the cat or not. Honesty, loyalty, faith. Such simple words that held so complex a meaning. What is trust? And then he knew. Maybe, only a little, but he felt that he understood the feeling of trusting someone a little better now. Minx was the lost kit in the storm. Trusting someone was to believe that they would walk through that storm and find you. Minx... I want to be the cat that walks through that storm... And even if I can't see you, I want to at least be able to hear you calling my name. His eyes flickered over with a shadow of the past, but it was gone in a split-second. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 15, 2009 21:06:47 GMT -5
Ears flickering back, Minx almost laughed at him....almost. Yet her face remained the same, her eyes locked on the brown earth right under her nose. He knew as much as she did about the way he acted, so strange to her, but so natural to him. For a minute of two, there stayed silence, Minx contemplating on how to start, or even on what to say for the most part! "I...I guess you want to know than don't you?' She whispered as though trying to avoid telling him. How could he possibly understand? How could any cat understand?
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Post by Barketh on Sept 15, 2009 21:13:13 GMT -5
The tom's gaze lost some of its former intensity, though he didn't stop looking at her. Eyes softening slightly, he nodded in awknoledgement. "It would mean a lot to me." He meowed, voice barely audible. He didn't want to scare the loner off, yet at the same time knew that if he wasn't direct with her, she would turn down his question again. He would try; he promised himself. He would try his hardest, the best he could manage, to understand the she-cat. So let me understand, and you won't have to suffer any more. The thought was comforting, though he knew there was a little more to his theory then he mentioned to himself. But he would save all that for later; he was acting out the first part of his 'Minx Rehabilitation' plan. Now, he just needed to take it step by step, even if it meant making up some things here and there along the way. [/center]
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Post by flamexcat on Sept 15, 2009 21:22:04 GMT -5
Feeling cold as a winter touched stone, she let out a long shuddered sigh. "Here we go..." Lifting her head ever so faintly, she stared at the forest beyond. It was peaceful...Night was peaceful....but by all means she did not feel peaceful. Minx bit her lip as she tried to shake this unforgiving feeling off of her. "Well its just..." the black she-cat started unevenly trying to find somewhere to start, "I have no....no memory of....anything. Anything except that....that place." The nervous loner shuddered visibly at the mention. Her mouth felt dry, she wanted to walk away, but she forced herself to continue. "The two-legs I think they...they must have....did something. I don't know anything beyond that metal den, that's where I woke up..."
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