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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2005 1:56 am
((Seeing as nearly all my characters (and maybe some of yours?) hang out in the woods more than any other place, why not, eh? wink Feel free to join if you'd like.))
Fireside rubbed his blood-red eyes wearily as he sat in front of his small campfire; he had been traveling for two days straight without stopping to rest. But even now he knew there would still be very little rest, if any. The two young ones he had been tracking had a marvelous head start, and at the rate they were going, they might even reach the large sandstone abbey that they had been told many times before to steer clear of. He shook his head wearily. In the eyes of the young, rules are meant to be broken. Still shaking his head, he picked up a stick and started poking the fire, preparing to leave it smoldering while he took a quick doze. No sense in wearing himself down to where he no longer had the strength to apprehend the rascals once he caught up to them.
((Hope that's not too wordy sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 9:45 am
Ten ran doggedly through the clearing. All around him trees, masked in darkness of the night, towered over him. He had been tracking a band of slavers, stoats mainly, but had cought clear tracks and was now running to catch them. The trail looked as if someone had been trying to cover them up, but not done too well. In the distance, he saw a stoat, small and runty, hiding in a tree. He presumed he was sent to stop the hunting otter, but no one had a better eye that Ten Zukin. He drew from his sash a small silver star shaped object. Its edges were deadly sharp and thin, meant to kill. He gave a mighty leap and tossed it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 6:37 pm
((Yay! A person! xd ))
Less than a mile from the impending clash between otter and stoat, two small forms played in a small clearing, perfectly at ease despite the hour of night. Trowie, the elder of the two young foxes, leaned with his back against a tree, idly playing with his small dagger. A leaf drifted down from the tree and landed on his nose, and before he could brush it away, a giggling bundle of red fur landed in front of him, and Keesha fixed him with a set of bright blue eyes and a smile that dominated her entire face. Used to Keesha's tree-climbing antics, Trowie blew the leaf off his snout and returned his friend's smile. Keesha picked herself up and made as if to turn away, then her paw shot out and hit Trowie on the shoulder, nearly knocking him over. Tag! Yer-it-Twowie-yer-it! Twowie-canna-catch-Keesha! She took of like a loosed arrow into the bushes, giggling all the while. Half amused and half worried, Trowie jumped up and ran after her. Hey! Not so fast, I can hardly see you as it is! Wait'll I get my paws on you; I'll tickle you so hard you're fur'll laugh! With many a rustle and crash, the pair take off and are swallowed by the woods, their childish laughter rapidly fading.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 5:29 am
He sat perched in the tree where they'd left him.
Oh, how they'd laughed and joked as they scampered away, leaving him stranded. He didn't understand otters sometimes, so courageous and admirable, yet so cruel at times. It wasnt like he hadn't gotten used to the hazing he'd been enduring for a year as he'd expect it. His mother had warned him not to join camp willow, but a young spirit is a hard one to break.
He began to get bored, thumping his big, flat tail against the cool wood, when he noticed a flicker in the distance. " Looks like a fire." He murmered to himself. He squinted his eyes intending to make out further signs of what it could be, in vain however. He chuckled to himself suddenly, realizing the actual humor in his situation. A beaver stuck in a tree. A beaver scout. A beaver STUCK in a tree. The words played over in his head repeatedly, angering him a bit. " Alright....that's it." With that he flung himself from the tree. His left forepaw smacked firmly against an overhanging branch, completely ruining any chance of a decent landing and hitting hard flat on his back. He layed there for a few moments with the wind knocked from his lungs.
Before long he was back to his feet and brushing himself off. Beavers were sturdy creatures. "Now..." he whispered calmly, "...Lets get to that fire." He took off at a steady pace before another doubtful thought could dare cross his mind. It would indeed be a very eventful day for Rabidus Flatt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 10:47 pm
((Your siggy kills me. rofl ))
Fireside continued to stare off beyond the slowly dying campfire, his thoughts momentarily elsewhere. He was not so foolish as to look right into the fire; he wanted his entire body, especially his eyes, to be constantly vigilant. Survival in his homeland had taught him such. But so long as he appeared alert on the outside, he was fairly confident that any hostile beings out there would either wait until he slept or seek out easier targets. His right paw strayed slowly toward his weapon, propped up and ready beside him. The other paw gently brushed against his throat, where the long-healed burn had left the entire front reshaped like a half-melted candle, with swirled welts and angry dull-red patches, all at the moment carefully concealed by a good coating of charcoal. Hardly noticing that traces of that charcoal came away on his paw as he withdrew it, he continued to stare straight ahead with both paws in his lap, gradually letting his breathing slow and his eyes unfocus as he sought a quiet and short doze.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 7:11 am
He scampered through the wilderness carefully. As a scout in training he'd often been reprimanded for his noisiness. Easy for them to say, being otters, swift and silent creatures by nature. However, HE was a beaver and beavers were not exceptionally known for that particular set of traits. Still, though, he tried his best, only snapping a twig here and there. He was proud to be the stealthiest beaver in all of mossflower, chuckling at the very thought.
The once tiny fire grew ever larger before him as he neared it. Then it occured to him that he couldn't make out any figures out around it. " An abandoned fire?" he thought to himself for a moment. He shrugged off the very thought, thinking it illogical. The feeling in his overly round gut told him something was awry.
He took extra care in being silent as he crept to the very edge of the little clearing, being sure to keep out of sight to any possible offender. He peered around for any signs of life.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 2:53 pm
A wide grin spread across the young fox's ebony features as he watched the beaver coming in his direction. He was a little ways away, but he was sure that if he didn't move, the beaver would take notice of him. "Ay, Fletch. Lookit here. It's a beaver. Wunner what he's doin' out here bein' so sneaky 'n all." Fennace wondered alloud, though it wasn't above a whisper. His sister, the one called Fletch, snorted with disdane. "Why bother. E ain't gonna do us no harm, not with our persuasive methods an' all. Think 'e's got some good vittles on 'im? Then maken a scene might pay off." She pushed herself from the oak she was resting against. She was very similar to her brother. Tall, scrawny, green eyes, but her fur was firey red, quite a contrast to his dark pelt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 10:07 pm
Fireside's eyes snapped open without warning. He slowly tilted his head upward and stared at the half moon as it hung high in the heavens like a tilted, half-closed eye. He decided that he had dozed long enough. He slowly got up, his weapon in paw; a monstrous-looking thing resembling a thick spear with various lengths of hawthorns sprouting from every possible angle. The glow of the dying fire barely seemed to create a glare off of the weapon's black barbed tip. He reached down and began to pile dirt onto the fire, taking little notice of the fire's few sparks of protest as it's life was snuffed out. As he straightened, he looked off a ways, and his eyes narrowed. Were his eyes playing tricks, or was that the glow of another fire seemingly straight ahead in the direction he had been travelling? It didn't seem likely to him that the two young ones would start a fire. Still, best to make sure whoever it was would pose no threat to two lost young ones, especially if they happen to see the glow and come running. After he checked once more to make sure his fire was completely out, he vanished into the shadows, swiftly making his way toward the second fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 12:19 am
Trowie continued to chase after his friend, gradually slowing down as he began to realize that he could no longer hear her crashing willy-nilly through the woods. He began to walk quietly, becoming more cautious without really knowing why. Pssst! Keesha! Where are you? As he passed by a bush, he heard it rustle, and a little paw shot out and grabbed him by the tunic, pulling him down into the bush and leaving him snout-to-snout with Keesha. She held a finger to her mouth. Shhhh! C'mon-Twowie-c'mon. She pulled him along a small ways, then let him go and continued on all fours, slowly crawling toward a glow that had gradually been growing larger. She stopped inside a particularly thick shrub and gestured at Trowie. Lookit-see-lookit. Peering out, Trowie could just make out two foxes sitting by a fire. Keesha looked anxiously at Trowie. Does-Twowie-know-da-foskses? Trowie shook his head. It's hard to see them right, but they don't look familiar..... Suddenly, his eyes found another figure just entering the clearing. He felt Keesha's body stiffen beside him and heard her anxious whisper. Wassat-Twowie? Wassat? He shook his head again. I dunno, Keesha. Looks kinda like an otter, but- He was abruptly cut off as Keesha's paw covered his mouth. Instead of continuing, he took her unspoken advice and lay quiet, waiting to see what would happen next.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 4:05 pm
((I know you're out there; I can hear you typing.... ninja ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 10:21 am
Lily was sitting in the tree above the young ones. I wonder what these two are up to. She silently followed them in the trees.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:32 pm
((Alright! Another post! By the way, what species is your character?))
Trowie sat there, trying to quiet his breath and allowing his mind to wander. If only he'd have talked Keesha out of her romp today, they wouldn't be stuck there surrounded by strangers, in the middle of a dense and dangerous woods. Keesha had told him earlier that day she wanted to visit 'the Redwalled place' to see a badger; her little lifelong ambition. Trowie had tried to talk her out of it, but in the end, she had gone off, and he had had no choice but to follow her. A fine mess this is, he thought. If the rest of the clan catches us, we'll be in so much trouble. If Keesha gets to see her badger, I hope it's worth it.
((And I hope something happens soon; I know how boring too much RP thoughts can be. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 6:09 am
((Sagruus is a cat, but he is a good-un))
Sagruus stepped up behind Trowie and Keesha, taking note of the two young foxes, but more interested in the fire that the little twosome were watching. He leaned a paw on the tree, and accidently (sp?) dislodged a small piece of bark, which fell down past Trowie's nose.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 5:01 pm
Trowie starts as the piece of bark slips past his face, and slowly turns his head just enough to see the figure behind him. Keeping his head turned, he gives Keesha a light tap on the shoulder. Don' get scared, Keesha, but there's a stranger behind us. Keesha' little eyes widen, and she starts to turn around quickly, but Trowie's arm shoots out and grabs her shoulder, preventing her from doing so. It's allright; I'll protect you. His other paw reaches to his belt and he draws out a small dagger, trying to make is voice as calm-sounding as he can. Lissen, stranger, I've got a weapon with me, an' if you try to hurt me or my friend, we'll make lots of noise, an' everyone in that clearing there will see us. So if I were you I'd let us be, okay? Keesha nudges Trowie and whispers in his ear, Twowie! Whattif-da-stranga's-wit-the-foskes? Trowie looks back at her, trying to look his bravest for her sake. Then we've got a lot of fightin' to do.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 5:47 pm
Sagruus crosses his paws across his narrow chest, and states softly, "If I was with those foxes, I could have grabbed either one of you without making a sound, but I didn't. Savvy?" He does a small double-take at the small twosome. "Say, why are two kits like yourselves out in Mossflower this late? Never been to it, but at a dead reckon, I'd say Redwall was..." He squinted one eye and gazed up at the moon, and pointed a claw south and slightly west. "... that way."
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