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Post by 'a v i <3 on Dec 26, 2011 21:14:52 GMT -5
Muse had trotted off from the place Fang had chosen to camp, staying close but following the smell of water vole. Hopefully she would stumble across two for the both of them. As she trotted away, the scent grew stronger as she neared the opposite side of the pond. Looking around she saw a plump vole nibbling on a nut by the pond under some rushes. Sliding easily into a crouch, she stalked forward slowly. Her paws made no noise on the soft ground, as she kept her wieght balanced. Creeping forward, she stopped when she was close enough to pounce. Bunching her muscles she lept, and landed on the vole killing it before it had a chance to scurry away. Before long, she had caught another vole and a squirrel, and began trotting back to camp. Her mouth full of the creatures, she pushed her way towards where Fang had made a makeshift nest and dropped the prey close to it. Without speaking to him she turned and sniffed the air, as she headed towards a clump of burdock plants. Digging slowly into the soft dirt, she broke off a clump of the root with her teeth, and trotted back to the tom. Chewing it into a pulp, she turned towards the tom and motioned for him to stick out his paws. Staring at him with wide green eyes, she waited. 234 |
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 26, 2011 21:33:38 GMT -5
Fang thought he heard rustling ahead of him, and was about to open his eyes, when the fresh scent of prey filled his nostrils along with a stronger scent of Muse. In actuality, he would've prefered the scent of Muse over fresh-kill, but he didn't know why - and he certainly would never admit it to anyone. The prey made him remember how hungry he was, and he sat up in his make-shift nest, blinking his eyes a few times. After building a sloppy nest, he ended up taking a small nap with no warning - his exhaustion had forced him into it.
"I'm not as good as making nests," he muttered, a hint of amusement shining in his yellow eyes, while his expression remained serious, as well as drowsy. Fang noticed the pulp in Muse's paws, and he wondered for a moment if they were herbs. Deciding to leave the medicine-business to Muse, he said nothing else and instead, held out his paws for her to examine. They had cuts and scrapes, and were tough and worn out. They ached, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't feel them anymore.
Fang couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn your medicine?" It wasn't a very interesting topic, but he felt like he should start a small conversation so things wouldn't get awkward. A part of him did want to know, actually, but he figured that it was only because he was bored, hungry, and tired. Herbs were never really his thing. He sometimes wondered if his mother ever used any herbs, like the ones Muse was using at that moment.
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Dec 28, 2011 1:34:33 GMT -5
The grey tabby spat out the last bit of burdock root from her mouth to her paws. Stooping her head, she began licking Fang's paws to clean them. When she had entered the clearing, she had noticed him asleep. She had assumed that the smell of fresh-kill had awoken him, and felt a twinge of sympathy for the poor tom. As she glanced at the nest, she felt a purr of amusement flicker in the back of her throat. Fang had made an interesting nest. As Fang asked where she learned her medicine, her mind flooded with memories as she began to speak once his paws were clean- as she smeared burdock root on them.
"I met a strange cat who had came through the two-leg place where I used to live. I had stepped on a thorn and it had gotten embeded in my paw badly, and she helped me pull it out and treated it. She also told me some other herbs and showed me how to find them and make treatments for minor things. She said her name was Mist, and she didn't stay long after she showed me what to do. It seems to have come in handy..." She could remember the black she-cat, Mist who had taught her how to use herbs and Muse was glad that Mist had came along. She would have hated to watch Fang in pain... 236 |
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 28, 2011 19:15:04 GMT -5
Fang didn't know how to reply. Maybe he would change the subject. After all, medicine wasn't really something he'd usually talk about. Almost at once, the poultice Muse was applying made his paws feel much better. They barely felt sore, and the scratches already have seemed to disappear. Feeling a bit more at ease, he looked for another topic to start.
"You're a good hunter," he muttered, embarrassed that he was complimenting her. But he had to admit; she caught a decent amount of prey in a short amount of time. Hunger was urging him to eat something, but he needed his paws to handle the fresh-kill, but since he had the ointment on them, he was immobile until they dried. Trying to push the thought of eating out of his mind, he watched Muse for a moment, for some reason, thinking about her name. Muse. What an unusual name.
"Who gave you your name?" he asked curiously; for once, interested. In the back of his mind, he felt guilty for asking so many questions. Muse was the one who had the right to question him, especially after her encounter with Jake. But he was afraid that she wouldn't believe his story. Even if it was the truth, how could he prove it? Jake seemed to have been convincing; after seeing Muse so wary on the way to the pond.
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Dec 29, 2011 15:59:18 GMT -5
After talking about the strange she-cat Mist, Muse felt her mind wander as she watched the ointment on Fang's paws dry. She almost missed his next question, 'where did you get your name?' Feeling a shocked look on her face, Muse had to think back to when her mother named her.
"My mother's two-legs raised my mother from a kit, and called her Song. When she had us, they named my siblings: Duet, Solo, Lyric and me. I think Muse is the name of a two-leg thing they called a "band". I'm not really sure though. " She looked up at Fang while telling her story, and briefly wondered why he was suddenly so interested.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 29, 2011 17:46:16 GMT -5
Fang twitched his whiskers in confusion at "lyric". He had no idea what it meant, nor did he know what "muse" meant either. When she finished, he only nodded. "Oh," he muttered, watching as the ointment on his paws slowly dried. He never had twolegs. Or a family, or siblings, for that matter. "I named myself." When the poultice on his paws finally dried, he grabbed a squirrel; the smallest prey in the pile.
Muse was the one who caught everything, so it was only fair that she got the bigger half. "What happened to your siblings?" he asked, his voice turning a bit dry as he finished his sentence. If only he had a brother, or a sister. If only his life had been as good as Muse's. Why did his father have to die that day? Why did he have to leave Fang and his mother? He faintly remembered being with two other kits, but nothing more.
As Fang thought about his own past, he wondered if Muse had something bad happen in her own past. He knew he didn't have the right to ask something so personal, but he just thought that maybe there was at least one cat who could share his loneliness. Fang would never admit that he sometimes felt a bit disappointed at himself for the empty life he lived, but he couldn't change it now. Jake was after him, and all he could do was keep running. Maybe, now that Muse was traveling with him, he'd have more of a purpose in his life, even if they'd say their goodbye's soon.
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Dec 29, 2011 21:38:22 GMT -5
Once Fang's paws were dry he picked the small squirrel out of the fresh-kill pile. Seeing that he was ready to eat, Muse reached over and grabbed a vole. Crunching into it, she felt the warm musky flavors melt into her mouth.
When Fang asked about her siblings, she felt her throat grow dry. Looking up at him and blinking rapidly, she muttered"They all had two-legs choose them..." This was a sensitive subject for the she-cat, because no two-leg chose her. Suddenly Muse didn't feel hungry anymore, chewing on the vole slowly she felt as if she may vomit.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 7, 2012 13:16:35 GMT -5
Fang suddenly felt awkward and his whiskers twitched uncomfortably. He regret asking about her siblings, and briefly wondered if he had brought up a sensitive topic. Glancing around, he hated the tension crackling in the air and he wanted to somehow get rid of it. He quickly swallowed the last bite of his squirrel and savored the warm flavors the were beginning to fade in his mouth, leaving an after-taste. The moon was already rising and common night-sounds began to fill the crisp air; crickets and other insects that were unfamiliar to him, along with frogs and the gentle sigh of the wind every now and then.
"Er, we should get some sleep," he declared, rolling his aching shoulders a few times before letting out an exhausted yawn. The black and white tom hadn't realized how tired he was until he curled up in the make-shift nest he made for the two of them. He made it bigger to support Muse and give her some space, but he secretly enjoyed the warmth of her body; it reminded him of what he was protecting.
As soon as he closed his weary eyelids, the soreness of his muscles seemed to have grown worse and his fur felt matted and dirty. Fang would've groomed himself by then, but he didn't have any strength left to stay awake for any longer. It had been a long day, with the encounter with Jake and almost losing Muse amongst the massive twolegplace, which sent a shiver down his spine whenever he realled it. After a few moments, though, his mind went blank and he fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, his last thoughts being of Muse.
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Jan 7, 2012 23:58:57 GMT -5
As Fang curled up to go to sleep, Muse allowed her mind to wander. She thought about her siblings, her mother and everything that the tom had told her about Fang. She was exhausted but her mind was in turmoil. She sat staring up at the stars for a long while.
A yawn escaped her and she glanced at the moon surprised to see it high in the sky. The pretty grey tabby stood and stretched. Daintily she padded over to the nest that Fang had made, and stepped inside it. Trying her best not to wake him, she circled a few times and settled down.
Almost immediately she fell asleep, her dreams full of Fang and the day but also of the sinister tom she had met, the one who spun lies about her companion.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 8, 2012 14:54:40 GMT -5
ooc;; Wanna just start a new thread with them?
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Jan 9, 2012 14:18:20 GMT -5
ooc;; -nods-
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 10, 2012 20:10:11 GMT -5
ooc;; I might be able to start it. It depends. Maybe it should be the one where they meet the dogs, but they'd be attacked at the end of the thread. then we could close it, like ending a chapter of a book, then start a new thread where they fight it off and drag themselves back to some sort of shelter. Sound good?
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Post by 'a v i <3 on Jan 12, 2012 13:54:49 GMT -5
ooc;; -nod- -nod- I like it :3
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