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Post by Banana King on Apr 3, 2011 14:58:18 GMT -7
LOOK AT TC PLOT FOR DETAILS
Cricketkit:I tiptoed silently out of the nursey, passing by my mother's sleeping body. My first escape! How fun. My mother will never know...I thought excitedly. As I walked into the morning light, I ran swiftly behind the nursey, my long legs carring me as fast as a regular warrior could run. They skimmed the ground in a blur as I picked up speed. I ran through a small hole in the barrier, barely big enough to fit a mouse. As I approched the hidden raven, I scented the air with my small nose. Sensing no warriors, I trotted into the forest, heading towards the twoleg nest. Thunderstar:As I got back into camp from scolding Treepaw and sending him home, I spotted tiny footprints with giant strides. It must be Cricketkit.... That name fits her perfectly. Just like Gazelleleap, long legs and strides.I trotted over, smelling the thick scent. I didn't notice the faint outline of a cat.....
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Post by VANESSA on Apr 4, 2011 16:18:04 GMT -7
Nettleclaw, Gazelleleap's twin brother and so Cricketkit's uncle, rustled through the leaves of the shrub of which he had caught a mouse in. The dark cream marbled tom dipped his head in greetings as he saw Thunderstar pad through the clearing, as he also noticed there was the soft scent of the nursery in the breeze as well. "A kit ran off loose?" Nettleclaw chuckled, catching sight of tiny footprints in the oozing mud.
Nettleclaw hesitated for a moment, not wanting to loose the strong trail of mouse scent he had been tracking after, but then chased after the scent's wake. After all, his twin sister Gazelleleap would be furious and devastated if Cricketkit went missing into the fox-infested woods. "Cricketkit!" the marbled tom called. He knew it was no use, as kits were very curious and bound to break a couple of rules. Then the tom got an idea, and called out, "Cricketkit! Want to play a game?"
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Post by Rosestem on May 5, 2011 8:17:23 GMT -7
Rosestem stalked out of the Medicine cat den. "A kit? On the loose?" she mewed. Then she looked down to see tiny footprints spaced quite far apart. "Must be..."she thought out loud,"Must be... CRICKETKIT!" Suddenly, she jumped up and darted in the directions the tracks led.
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Post by Banana King on May 6, 2011 16:46:23 GMT -7
Cricketkit:
I stopped, breathing very hard. The sound of the forest sounded wonderful. I heard Nettleclaw and heard him want to play a game. I bounded as I suddenly couldn't feel the ground anymore and my paws flailed wildly.
"Help!!"
Cricketkit screeched as her unknown captor rushed her into a small tunnel. It was deep and dark. It smelled horrible like stale rabbit, making my nose scrunch in disgust. I finally salw my captor. He had wings that bounced limply on his back.
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Post by VANESSA on May 7, 2011 17:02:56 GMT -7
Nettleclaw stopped dead in his tracks, the scent of the little kit suddenly cutting off at an overhang. Oh StarClan no! the mottled tom though frantically, sprinting about the little cliff, trying to find a safe way down. The kit was probably dead now. Perhaps he could lie to Gazelleleap and say that Cricketkit got eaten by a fox.
"C-Cricketkit?!" He called out. "Come out! This game is no fun for everyone!"
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Post by Banana King on May 7, 2011 17:31:39 GMT -7
Treepaw:
Treepaw grinned as he salw the kit in his mouth cry for help. That stupid Nettleclaw would never notice the small tunnel opening. What a pity this kit was going to have to go to VenomClan. Such a waste. They could easily rehabilitate this one easily with just a few lies. Treepaw had become a little recruiter for VenomClan's evil purposes. He didn't know if she was going to VenomClan, or BoneClan. He just smirked as he gulped and bounced out of the tunnel. He spied Johnie and a few other cats he didn't know.
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