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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 5, 2011 22:29:23 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , The dogs were always a challenge. They were viscious and somewhat repulsive, yet she enjoyed antagonising them. She supposed it came with being a decoy, though perhaps it simply was in her nature to frustrate and infuriate those around her. There was no doubt she seemed to have that affect on her clanmates. Of course, there was a downside to these affects; she was rather a lonesome cat. She told herself it did not matter; she was a decoy, that was what was needed from her. She needed to be loyal to that terrifying group of cats; that was what was needed. It was now she walked, placing her paws with careful precision, imagining that she was walking across fragile ground. This trick always seemed to work; it made her walk more lightly and silently than she would have ever believed.
The large nest was coming into view, now. She slowly allowed herself to slow, then stop, taking a careful peek at her surroundings, in particular, the way she had just come. It would not do for any 'clanmates' to come after her, inquiring about what she was doing, or perhaps 'just wanting to hunt!' On the rare occasions there happened to be a cat around, she would become so violent. . it was if she was not really in control of herself. The track seemed to be clear; the moor deserted. She knew the Twolegplace provided much more adequate shelter than the wide, open hills she had been raised on. . and grown to hate. It seemed she was not really a WindClan cat at all, even if she had not been 'poisoned'. Not that she really considered it 'being poisoned'. As far as she was concerned, it was if she had been born again! Into a world where rules did not apply, where violence was allowed, and power encouraged.
She relished in this new way of life and took full opportunity to become as big a part as she could. The dogs were a way she could release some of her anger, for since she had become a decoy, anger seemed to be a prominent emotion. Now the black forms had come into view. Her back arched with pleasure, an unusual reaction, perhaps. 'Now for some fun. .' she heard herself mutter, her voice as dark and hollow as her black eyes. Her lengthened claws extended and she let out a fierce yowl, leaping in front of them, in a place she knew from habit they would not be able to reach. However, something seemed to be wrong. The young decoy backed away, her fur bristling. The black shape she had assumed was the dog was not; simply some sort of lengthy, flat bush, waving in the faint breeze.
She did not allow herself to feel panicked, however, when the voices began she could not help but feel the beginnings of fear gripping at her heart. 'Don't be so pathethic,' she told herself, crossly. Her normal pattern broken, she continued to back away, her thoughts and heart racing alike. She knew she needed to move away; and fast. The dogs could have been let loose, or worse, be accompanied by an angry Twoleg or two. With the sense of unknowing came that of upset. Why did her plans have to be spoiled, especially by something that was out of her control, and could have disastorous consequences should she be caught? She decided to retreat until she had reached the edge of the open plains. There at least, she could do a spot of hunting; get herself a meal, before visiting the Twoleg nest for the second time that day. .
o t h e r , err, the 'length flat bush' is like. . some sort of material or tarp or something. xD just in case that description sounded kinda wierd. |
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Post by [Nettleleaf] on Dec 7, 2011 9:35:33 GMT -5
Nettleleaf Decoys, decoys, decoys...
It’s not that he really liked being one of them, but his frequent meetings with them made him think about them most of the time. The most recent encounter was with Littlepaw, the vengeful, literally little apprentice, where he had seen the bodies of his Clan-mates, dead and soaked in their own blood, in his paws. The involvement of decoys in his life was slowly rising, from regularly meeting as “Clan-mates” to one-on-one confrontations. He obviously didn’t want getting another one so soon after Littlepaw, but what he didn’t know is that he’s going to have one when he least expects it.
Nettleleaf’s unwary paws had brought him to the twolegplace. He found that this was one place a decoy wouldn’t hang out at, since they were probably either thinking of diabolical plans or executing them in their ‘free time’. Besides, they needed to ‘blend in’ with the whole Clan, which earning their trust by not going to suspicious places. They can’t possibly have any business with the twolegplace, unless they were really looking for trouble. Dogs and twolegs are the only creatures that could be found here ever since the mysterious drop of number of the kittypets. Why would they want dogs and twolegs?
Is that... Ebonyleaf? Why is she the one I found of all cats?
The warrior managed to catch a glimpse of his Clan-mate running towards the large vast moors of their territory from somewhere near the border of the twolegplace. He didn’t like meeting with another decoy so soon. The ginger tom abruptly turned around, pretending that he hasn’t seen the cat, and hoped that the she-cat hadn’t seen him. He didn’t know much about her instead of being one of the decoys in his Clan, giving him another reason to avoid her. He had always assumed that she acted like any other decoy, being cold and ruthless inside and nice and innocent on the outside.
Am I that unlucky for me to encounter her?
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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 8, 2011 3:32:46 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , Perhaps it was as a result of her training as a viscious Decoy, but her ears flicked sharply backward, even taking her by surprise, for she jerked her head in response. Another cat? She could not be sure, as yet, though those soft pawsteps sounded suspiciously like it. Only a cat could walk with that much grace, and only a cat could cause her such a speedy reaction. Twolegs and dogs were dangerous, certainly, yet those threats seemed somehow ridiculous when compared to that of the other Decoys. She had to constantly remind herself of how she felt when she joined their ranks, for it was one of the only things keeping her from sprinting away from the moors of WindClan. The violence. . the bloodshed. . she remembered only too well the latest incident, though her mind fought furiously to conceal it from her. But for what reason? Surely, she should be exhilirated by these acts, at least, that was how she believed a Decoy should behave; ruthless, an unfeeling, killing force.
Another slight movement, and her ears were alerted once more, breaking through her deep musing. She swiftly turned herself around, claws outstretched and ears flattened, ready to pounce on whatever she saw stood in front of her. Instead, a ginger shape was rapidly retreating, seeming tense and hurried. Another Decoy meet? She would be surprised at the closeness, though the fact that it was a fellow Decoy that had sought her out made her question this feeling. 'Oh, it's you,' was all she found herself saying. Not exactly the words of a welcoming companion, especially given they were 'on the same side'. Her tone indicated she was not pleased to come into contact with him, however, it was somewhat mixed feelings. A part of her certainly felt this way, though another was relieved, and an even smaller grateful. He seemed to be the most decent of the Decoys, though with them it was never easy to tell. She had come to a conclusion; a way to shift her uncomfortable feelings onto him.
'I'm guessing you came to seek some time alone, huh?' It seemed most likely; another meeting seemed just. . not right. Instinct had told her that, and she had learned to rely strongly upon it in her recent moons. 'I'm sorry to, er, spoil your plans.' Her tone was dripping with sarcasm; she could hardly care less. 'In any case,' she continued, her tone more relaxed and open now; she had had her say, now to go back to acting in a more normal manner. 'I come here a lot, as it happens, myself. It's peaceful. . I can escape.' How ridiculous her words sounded, she realized. Escape? Escape? She could not more escape that a rat caught between her sharpened claws. 'I mean, I take some time to think. . about it all. Anyway, I'm sure you'll want to be scurrying away from me,' her mew was softer now, almost pleading him to do the opposite. 'However. . there's some prey, larger prey, if you know what I mean. . if you wanted to. . you know, antagonize it with me?' She assumed he would like to harm living things. Ebonyleaf was pretty sure any Decoy did. . |
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Post by [Nettleleaf] on Dec 16, 2011 10:02:53 GMT -5
Nettleleaf Not everything was meant to happen the same way you expect it. It was just like what Nettleleaf learned ever since he was introduced to a new world of violence and murder. Even a simple border fight could turn into a battle to death if one wasn’t careful enough to know his enemies. The same thing happened to the ginger tom, albeit a little less gruesome. His hopes of escaping the attention of the other decoy had turned into something he had not wanted: a confrontation with her. Littlepaw was already bad, and he didn’t know what would happen with Ebonyleaf.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Ebonyleaf’s words almost made Nettleleaf flinch. It was only thanks to his instincts that he allowed himself to still look confident and relaxed. He turned around as the she-cat spoke. Nettleleaf didn’t know what to say as he listened to her, for most of her words were true, not to mention that she really did ‘spoil his plans’ and that he really wanted to ‘scurry away from her.’ In fact, that’s what he wanted to do now, run away from her. He could’ve easily made an excuse for him to find another place to waste his time, but Ebonyleaf had unfortunately suggested something he didn’t want.
What should I say? Although most of the decoys had to act in front of the regular Clan cats in order for them not to get suspicious, Nettleleaf can say that his case was pretty much the opposite. He had to act cold and ruthless in front of his fellow decoys so that they wouldn’t question him about his loyalty to Crimsonstar. It happened a lot of times before, and he didn’t like to be treated like he was just a freeloader in the society (although he really was). If he wanted to get out of this situation, he needed to act tough while still acting like he needed to do something. Well, here goes nothing.
“Wouldn’t that just make others suspicious when we return back to camp exhausted and we can’t give them a serious reason?” He assumed that those ‘larger prey’ Ebonyleaf was talking about were the dogs. He heard stories of decoys coming to the twolegplace just to practice their skills with those animals and he was pretty sure the she-cat was here to do the same. Realizing that his question was pretty much awkward, he quickly added, “I mean, we can’t just say that we’re out hunting the whole day when we don’t have prey in out paws.”
Oh great, Nettleleaf. You blew it.
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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 16, 2011 23:01:17 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , He seemed to be deep in thought, anxious too, as she observed his movements while casually keeping her own eyes as blank as possible. She knew the dark color made them hard to read; she had been told that many times, and not by the same cat, either. However, this was no reason for her to 'let herself go'. He was another decoy after all, possibly more adapted to reading expressions than most. However, his next words abruptly changed her opinion of him. Ebonyleaf felt a frown cross her face. How un - fit and weak did this decoy have the nerve to think she was, let alone say it to her face? 'But I don't get exhausted. . ' she mewed into the silence, more confused now, than angry. She assumed the decoy must be talking about himself. It certainly must be that way, for a short stint of aggravating dogs would do little to visibly tire her out. She shook her head in disbelief, allowing him to see how ridiculous his words were to her.
It became clear to her, though, after a few moments of shaking her head in this fashion, perfecting a look of disdain, that he was not finished talking. I suppose, though I hate do admit it, he does have a point. It would, indeed, look a little silly to go back from a whole day of being far away from camp without any prey. . She looked down, then up, frowning at him, this time in annoyance that she had not thought of that situation. 'I guess. .' she started, a front paw beginning to scuff at the soft earth and grass around her. 'You have a point.' She tilted her head as if still considering his statement. 'What do you suggest, then? A hunt?' She straightened up, extracted her claws from the grass around her and padding two slow steps toward him. Best to keep him on his toes, she thought, on deciding a slow approach was the way to go.
Ebonyleaf knew she wanted to remain in control of this situation and by attempting to be intimidating without actually resorting to harm could be the way to go. Of course, physical affliction was not something she shied away from. No, it had been 'bred' into her, it seemed. She would not hesitate, should it come to that, however, perhaps she was a little different from most decoys, as she did not constantly seek to inflict others with pain. Not when the situation did not call for it, at least. 'But. . you wouldn't be just suggesting this to get out of having to 'play' with the dogs, now, would you?' That thought had hit her with astounding clarity just heartbeats earlier. Now, she narrowed her eyes and waited. She knew she had to tread carefully herself. After all, harming another decoy without serious reason could lead to her own death. All the same, she could not help but think; oh, be very careful, Nettleleaf. Or you'll find yourself dealing with just more than dogs. .
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Post by [Nettleleaf] on Dec 21, 2011 10:17:05 GMT -5
Nettleleaf Nettleleaf acted cool and calm in front of Ebonyleaf despite the growing tension. He would’ve been dead right now if it wasn’t for his great acting skills he got from being a decoy. He always thought that it was funny that instead of acting in front of his Clanmates, he has to act tough and cold in front of his fellow decoys in order for them to, well, stop suspecting him much about his loyalty. Unluckily for him, some of them are still able to see from his act and force him to do some of the decoy things he doesn’t want to do.
Nettleleaf thanked StarClan when heard Ebonyleaf’s proposal of a hunt, thinking it would be the end of it... or so he thought. It wasn’t long till the she-cat had accused him of just evading her suggestion to ‘play’ with the dogs. It was true that he was trying to escape fighting with those twoleg animals, but he didn’t really expect that Ebonyleaf would bring that up after he had suggested doing something else. Now that his only option to escape joining Ebonyleaf is useless, he might as well try to join her and hope that their trip wouldn’t be as bad as he think it would be.
“Fine, I guess I could join you if you really wanted to go so badly.” Although he didn’t answer her question directly, Nettleleaf silently hoped that Ebonyleaf would keep quiet about it now and consider it as his answer.
Nettleleaf gave out a sigh of depression. His original intention of being away from the decoys for a little while became a hang-out with one of them. If the she-cat decided to push him a bit more, Nettleleaf knew his other self would probably take over again. He couldn’t possibly trust Ebonyleaf, in any matter, to make things better. She already made his day bad and the only thing she could probably do is to make it worse. Still, Nettleleaf couldn’t bring himself to get mad at her. ‘Let’s just say she still hasn’t done the worst of the worst this day,’ as he convinced himself.
He forced himself to still act calm throughout the situation and padded back to the Twolegplace they left. Although this wasn’t exactly what he wanted, he still needed to act tough in front of Ebonyleaf. “If you intend to enjoy the dogs, we better not waste time.”
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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 22, 2011 18:25:35 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , His answer made her feel more than a little confused. It seemed he had deliberately avoided answering her question about the dogs, twisting her words so that it sounded as if he had been forced to hunt with her! She had not wanted a hunting trip, no! In fact, she still did not to this very instance! She felt growing hostility toward this cat, though she knew she had to be stronger; he was a fellow decoy. He deserved some respect. So instead of leaping upon him and piling accusations upon him, she settled with one statement. She thought, perhaps, that the frostiness in her tone would alert him to his dangerous position, and how much she knew about where he stood on the matter. 'You didn't answer my question.' She had expected her voice to be taut, full of disdain and suspicion, yet instead it was as calm and collected as his.
She let silence fill between them; she had been told it was a very valuable weapon. She heard his sigh and flinched. Everything he seemed to be doing was wrong, in her mind. It just seemed so frustrating. There was no other way of putting it. He did not seem to be answering her, either. She was not quite sure how far she should push him. He could be stronger than he looked, and she did not want to put her life on the line so unnecessarily! She continued to glare down at him, acting as if he was underneath her, by a long way. When he spoke again, his words only succeeded in doing the one thing she thought it would; make her more annoyed. What really frustrated her the most was his continual efforts to evade each and every one of her questions or statements. She found herself beginning to lose control.
'We better not waste time? Really? Because, what, it was my idea to spend my time hunting?' Her voice had become shrill, and she heaved a great sigh; one of the most effective methods of calming herself down, she had found, over her many moons since apprenticeship. 'I'm sorry.' Her change of tone was unnerving. Now her voice was soft and silky smooth, with just a hint of guilt. 'You're right,' she almost purred. 'We should pick up our pace.' She began to pick up her paws, half - running. 'I'm going to try over here,' she called back to him. 'You can come, if you'd prefer?' She thought her best chance would be somewhere that provided her with a little cover, though contained the open moors she was used to. Here seemed like a worthwhile spot, and so she slunk herself down into the hunter's crouch, eyes fixed on the world around her. |
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Post by [Nettleleaf] on Jan 2, 2012 11:21:13 GMT -5
Nettleleaf Nettleleaf hung his head low as Ebonyleaf’s whines and complains fill his ears. The ginger cat stared at the ground as he continued on walking, giving an expression he didn’t knew he could make. The decoy didn’t want to feel angry to his Clanmate, so he was hanging on his last resort: keeping a poker face while enduring all the harsh words that she threw at him. He knew that if he showed his almost bored face to her, her temper would flare even more. Nettleleaf even bit his tongue, just to stop himself from retaliating. Why not just thank me for escorting you? I have my own life too, you know.
A flood of relief washed through the WindClan tom when he had heard his companion end her outburst and apologize. At last, you grew a heart! All of these sudden acts made by Ebonyleaf was nothing near Emberleaf’s expectations since, well, he didn’t care much about decoys. He didn’t know much about the she-cat before, but, slowly but surely, Nettleleaf is getting to know more about her. Being careful around her didn’t help, but it did bring out more of her. If only she had been trying to know more about me and our relationship with each other would be better.
With a smile on his face, Nettleleaf continued to pad towards the Twolegplace, the place full of stupidly dangerous twolegs and noisy yapping dogs. Although there aren’t much nice stuff in the lands of the Twolegs, Nettleleaf frequented it for it provides him solitude and peace when he needed it. Weird, yes, but the forest isn’t safe now that he knows that there would be decoys here and there. Knowing that Ebonyleaf also visits the place, not much isn’t dangerous anymore. He let the she-cat take the lead since she was really the one that wanted to visit the place. Not that he was scared, but he didn’t like venturing any further from unknown territory.
“You can come, if you’d prefer,” Ebonyleaf’s subtle invitation rang in his ears.
Does that mean I can get away now? Sweet, I can ditch her now!
Nettleleaf! That isn’t nice. Can’t you see she wants some company by dragging you all the way here? Be courteous and stay with her!
Every time he had conversations with himself in his head, the ginger tom somehow feels dizzy. It was unpredictable and sometimes a pain, but what’s really bugging the WindClan cat is that he doesn’t even know if it was normal or not. With ditzy and clumsy paws from his headache, Nettleleaf forced himself to walk straight to Ebonyleaf. He didn’t mind it since his headache would pass away after a short while anyway. “So, uh, I’m still here if you need backup,” he whispered. Although he was a decoy for quite a time now, he still isn’t prepared to wrestle with dogs and such. It’s not like I do it everyday.
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