Post by Frisby on Aug 21, 2010 14:40:57 GMT -5
Dragontooth continued on and enjoyed the change of sounds as he could distinctly heard the vicious sound of the falls. Marblepaw's ears swiveled back and forth as she tried to identify the sounds. She shot the warrior a confused look.
"Those are the falls, kid. Once you'll see them its pretty self-explanatory why they're so loud. They're murderous and will sweep you away with one pawstep in the water."
Marblepaw's eyes widened in surprise. /What could this thing be?/
As they they reached the end of the border, Dragontooth scented something strange. "Another cat," he meowed. "Be on your guard."
They advanced over the border and down the slight slope to the edge of the river. On the other side the ground was much higher, dropping away in a cliff to the water below. The the right was the massive, steaming falls.
And straight ahead was the soaked, black form of a small cat.
"My gosh, how did this cat cross the river?" Dragontooth exclaimed. He padded forward, and after a few heartbeats and when he got a good whiff of his scent it nearly knocked him off his paws. The delicate concoction warmed his pelt, and made his mind all fuzzy. Even though she was dead, he couldn't help but feel that this she-cat was meant to be his soul-mate.
Marblepaw had to shove her face into her paws to keep herself quiet. The way Dragontooth was acting around the dead body made her want to keel over and die of laughter. Meowing through her laughter, she said, "What a lovely girlfriend you got their Dragontooth. Too bad you didn't get to meet her soon enough."
Dragontooth cocked his ears her way and stayed silent for several heartbeats, but the words had hit home. He snapped around, his fur fluffed. He snapped, "Never make jokes about someone who is dead! Its highly disrespectful, /apprentice/!"
He took a swipe at her, and Marblepaw easily dodged his illegal blow. She turned right around and ran all the way home, as fast as she could, to tattle on Dragontooth.
The orange tom cursed under his breath, feeling like all his opportunities for leadership had been swept away as quickly as the she cat's life surely had. Casting the beautiful she-cat one final look he padded back towards camp, dragging his tail in the dirt. When he came across a shrew, he completely demolished it, releasing his anger, but it only made him feel worse. Prey didn't deserve that.
"Those are the falls, kid. Once you'll see them its pretty self-explanatory why they're so loud. They're murderous and will sweep you away with one pawstep in the water."
Marblepaw's eyes widened in surprise. /What could this thing be?/
As they they reached the end of the border, Dragontooth scented something strange. "Another cat," he meowed. "Be on your guard."
They advanced over the border and down the slight slope to the edge of the river. On the other side the ground was much higher, dropping away in a cliff to the water below. The the right was the massive, steaming falls.
And straight ahead was the soaked, black form of a small cat.
"My gosh, how did this cat cross the river?" Dragontooth exclaimed. He padded forward, and after a few heartbeats and when he got a good whiff of his scent it nearly knocked him off his paws. The delicate concoction warmed his pelt, and made his mind all fuzzy. Even though she was dead, he couldn't help but feel that this she-cat was meant to be his soul-mate.
Marblepaw had to shove her face into her paws to keep herself quiet. The way Dragontooth was acting around the dead body made her want to keel over and die of laughter. Meowing through her laughter, she said, "What a lovely girlfriend you got their Dragontooth. Too bad you didn't get to meet her soon enough."
Dragontooth cocked his ears her way and stayed silent for several heartbeats, but the words had hit home. He snapped around, his fur fluffed. He snapped, "Never make jokes about someone who is dead! Its highly disrespectful, /apprentice/!"
He took a swipe at her, and Marblepaw easily dodged his illegal blow. She turned right around and ran all the way home, as fast as she could, to tattle on Dragontooth.
The orange tom cursed under his breath, feeling like all his opportunities for leadership had been swept away as quickly as the she cat's life surely had. Casting the beautiful she-cat one final look he padded back towards camp, dragging his tail in the dirt. When he came across a shrew, he completely demolished it, releasing his anger, but it only made him feel worse. Prey didn't deserve that.