life is good [sage]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/echo2.png] Slipping out from her kitty door, the she-cat stretched out her front limbs and shook out her short coat. She looked back at the door when she heard her human walk across the kitchen, fill her food bowl up with the dry pellets. She had never been crazy for the cat food, but thankfully her humans were kind enough to feed her pieces of fish and another meats to tie her over for the dried food. But today she didn't feel like eating the dried pellets as soon as they were dumped in her bowl. Instead, she padded forward, her tag bouncing off her chest lightly. The sound of metal against metal could be heard every once in a while if the tag hit the ring of the collar just right. She never did like the collar, and had tried to get it off plenty of times. It had quite easy actually at first. Her humans were soft, and in the beginning felt guilty tightening it around her neck. But, after a few successions of getting it off, and a terrifying incident where she got her jaw stuck, they were forced to tightened to the point where she couldn't get it off. Leaping on to her fence, she balanced easy on it and looked up at the tree that towered over her. She could just scale it and lounge around all day, not really giving a care about anything that was going on. But she felt like going on an adventure, maybe one that would put her life at risk. Didn't that sound exciting? Jumping down, she landed on her paws silently and lashed her tail back and forth. Clan territory was the only way she could get that kind of thrill. But which clan territory did she want to go raid and cause trouble? She knew her fair share about the clans, but had yet to actually run into a clan cat. Padding forward, she twitched her whiskers in excitement as she looked around. The closest place to her besides more human nests was the human dump. It wasn't the best place, but it held some interesting things in it. Twitching her tail again, she bounded through trees, only stopping when she reached her destination. Looking around the dump, she crinkled her nose at the smell. But it wasn't just the smell of rotting food and old monster oil that caught her attention. But the smell of cats as well. She took quick steps closer to a pile of junk, sniffing at it. Recoiling quickly, she shivered and looked around. Who would ever even want to visit this place? notes~ sorry for the delay <3

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/sleekpelt2.png] It was a perfectly fine day, what with the sun out and a cool breeze in the air, and Sleekpelt had decided to spend it searching for rats. It wasn't really as bad as it seemed, really, as once one got used to the stench of the carrionplace they could begin to appreciate its value. All ShadowClan cats were familiar with the location and depended on it when the weather turned cold and the prey ran scarce. It wasn't leafbare yet, but the cool weather of leaf-fall was already starting to affect the levels of fresh kill the clan was bringing in. So Sleekpelt had turned to the carrionplace. He wasn't fond of it, as the smell made his nose wrinkle subconsciously, but more food meant that the elders, queens, and other priorities of the clan were fed earlier, meaning, of course, that Sleekpelt got his share early, too. Why else would he be out? Well, there was one other reason. Tatteredfeather. Sleekpelt had never been fond of his fellow warrior - although, it was granted that toying with his temper could be quite amusing when he was in the mood for it - and today was no exception. Somehow the tabby seemed to have managed to become even more annoying and competitive over the course of one night, driving Sleekpelt even closer to the point where he'd lose his cool. Such a thing was unacceptable to him. So now he was out here, padding through the piles of twoleg stuff, a look of faint disgust evident in his green eyes even as they flickered from side to side, searching for the tiniest trace of movement that would mean a meal. Just as he found one, however, the dark colored tom noticed something far more interesting than the worm-like tail disappearing into a pile of something reeking of crowfood. A cat. A kittypet, her collar's tag shining at her throat, was in the dump as well. Sleekpelt debated on whether or not he should ignore the kittypet - it wasn't like she could do much harm anyway - and return to the prospect of food, or do the opposite, as any other clan cat would do. Finally good citizenship won out and he straightened up, his tail flickering in agitation. At least it wasn't a complete loss; the rat had disappeared anyway, and into a heap of something too strong-smelling for him to even get a trace of its scent. Walking closer to the intruder and stopping a mere foot or two away, Sleekpelt sat down, his tail curling around his tail and his expression bored. "Hello, kittypet." He practically purred, the tip of his tail still twitching. "And what are you doing on ShadowClan territory on this fine day?"

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notes. trying to settle into character still, so sorry if anything's a little rough around the edges. it should get better with another post or two. and i hope you don't mind if i mentioned tattered, i needed a good reason to get sleek out of camp and that seemed to be a good one x3[/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/echo2.png] The kittypet twitched her tail, looking around for something that could entertain her for a little bit. She knew her humans would not be happy when she came home smelling like a dumpster, and she just prayed they wouldn't try to give her a bath. She didn't mind water, but she certainly didn't like being shoved into it against her will. Turning her head quickly when she saw a rat scurry by, she made a face of disgust. There was difference between a mouse and a rat. Mice looked warm, plumb, delicious. Rats, well, they screamed 'I carry a deady disease and have an ugly hairless tail'. They were hardly apetizing. Flattening her ears, she jumped on to a pile of junk and looked up, studying how tall the pile was and whether or not she should actually bother to jump up that high. What if she slipped and fell down to the ground? Then her humans would never find her and she'd become rat food. Not very fun. She decided not to take the chance. Backing down off the pile, she whipped around quickly when she heard a voice. Flattening her ears at the noise of her tag against the metal ring, she came nose to know with a cat. And by the smell of him and the way he looked, he had to be a clan cat. How had she not scented him earlier? He had caught her off guard. Its because at the stupid dump you can't smell anything but the garage. Eyeing the cat in front of her, she looked him up and down. "Hello clan cat." She retorted quickly, stepping back to give herself breathing space. The hairs along her spine stood on end as she slowly sat down, her eyes never lifting from him. She knew better then to trust a clan cat. The way he had nearly purred out his greeting irritated her, and for a moment she actually thought about telling him that it had. But she could see the muscle that was under his short coat, much thicker then hers. She knew - no matter how badly she didn't want to admit it - that she didn't stand a chance against him. But that didn't stop her from being herself. "Oh, you know. Looking for something pretty to match my collar." She said, standing up and looking at the junk pile again. She turned her back to him then, lashing her tail back and forth. "Don't worry. I can always find something for you too." She added, glancing back at him. A cocky smile slid across her muzzle for a split second before she jumped up on an old couch, leaping on to the back of it and looking down at him. notes~ Don't worry, I'm still getting used to Echo too xD And bringing up Tattered was perfectly fine, it makes me feel special that he has such an effect on poor Sleekpelt XD

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/sleekpelt2.png] Much to Sleekpelt's distaste, the kittypet's quick, snappy reply caught him off guard. It didn't matter that the surprise vanished in a heartbeat, or that it was barely visible - it annoyed him, if only slightly. He made sure to mask this, simply blinking lazily at her as if her words had bored him even more, but still. She defied all kittypet standards except for the collar around her neck. It wasn't a surprise that she knew he was a clan cat - he had stated she was on ShadowClan territory after all - but the way she used it like an insult, the same way he'd used her title, was different. "Something to match your collar?" The warrior repeated, not quite questioningly enough to come across as a true inquiry. The self-satisfied, smirking glint in his green eyes intensified as he watched her, curious with how she would respond to anything he said. Already she seemed a little riled up, either by his mere presence or by something he'd said, and Sleekpelt found those reactions amusing. "Well if that's what you're here for, you're in the wrong part of the territory. ThunderClan is the one known for helping kittypets." As she moved to the large twoleg thing and jumped to its top, Sleekpelt slowly got up and meandered closer in his usual slow, careless way, his tail still flickering behind him. He didn't like that she was the one looking down at him now, like she was the superior, but didn't do anything about it. After all, sitting up there next to her so they were equal wasn't an option he was looking forward to. It would appear as if he were copying her movements. "As for your kind offer, I will have to decline. I prefer my things fresh and clean and stolen from twoleg nests, not old, rat-infested, and stinking of crowfood. But if this is what you fancy, by all means, help yourself." The dark brown warrior smiled slightly, but it was really more of a smirk.

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notes. merr. sorry for the lameish reply. i'm having issues with sleek's charming personality :P[/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/echo2.png] The she-cat glanced back at him, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, collar. You know coll-ar?" She said sharply, dragging out the last word of her sentence as though he was stupid or to slow to understand what she was talking about. Frankly, she figured he was stupid. Or maybe a little slow. Which one he was wasn't really as important. She shook her head so the collar spun around her neck, showing it off to give him that extra detail on what she was talking about. She rather enjoyed making others feel beneath her, since generally house pets were at the bottom of the food chain. She snorted and made a face. "If I wanted help from a clan cat, I would have gone there now wouldn't I of? But, here I am." She said simply, turning her back to him. Jumping on to the couch, she looked down with a slight tilt of her head. She had leaned the head tilt from a puppy her owners had once babysat. It tended to work like a charm when she wanted something. But right now she didn't want anything from the tom, she just felt like staring at him, looking at him from a slightly different angle. She narrowed her eyes as he began to move closer, though he didn't jump up to join her. This satisfied her and yet angered at her at the same time. It was satisfying because she felt superior to him when she sat this high above him, but it angered her because it made her feel as though she was some kind of disease that the tom could catch it he sat to close. Huffing, he laid down and lashed her tail. Good, more for me. And it is something I fancy, thank you very much." She snorted, narrowing her eyes further as she stared him down. Who used the word fancy anyway? "Are you to scared to come up here with me? Or do you feel like your superior to me. Because really, your not." She grunted and looked in the opposite direction of him, watching a mouse scurry across some junk not far off. Her muscles twitched slightly as she felt the need to chase it. But she figured if she did that she would be a shoo in to being chased by the tom before her. "Do you have a name, or should I make one us for you?" She asked, slowly turning her head to look at him again. notes ~ Its perfectly fine <3 Sorry this took so long to get up.

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[atrb=background,http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n11/Brambleface/Examples%20Tables/sleekpelt2.png] This kittypet was really starting to become the equivalent of a thorn in his side. A nasty, temperamental thorn at that. He watched, his expression its usual one of contemptuous self indulgence, as she showed off her collar. Or, as she had said it, coll-ar. What was with her? Did she find him stupid or something? Not that Sleekpelt particularly cared what she thought. She was a kittypet. If need be, he had all the right in the world to attack and chase her off his territory. He didn't have to put up with her. Yet he was. Something about her made him curious. She was so eager to show off her rank, which he knew she knew was low, but she had come onto clan territory and gave the impression she was no stranger to it. All in all it gave Sleekpelt the feeling that she was insecure. Insecure because she was a kittypet and - perhaps - she wanted not to be. That would be an explanation from her familiarity with the clans: she was intrigued by them, but also afraid. She didn't seem like the type to be afraid though, Sleekpelt mused, his tail swaying from side to side in a confident manner as he surveyed her, saying nothing to any of her comments. He saw no reason to at the moment. He preferred to wait until she was completely finished with her little rampage. Meanwhile, he toyed with his previous thought of her insecurity, weighing how likely it was against how likely it wasn't. Finally she stopped speaking and turned her head his way once more, a movement he chose to interpret as meaning she was finished talking and now merely awaiting his reply. The tom smiled up at her, kindly if not for the hint sharpness in his expression that suggested all kinds of harsh, intelligent thoughts that were going on in his little head. "My, you are a talkative little one." He began, knowing the way he was speaking to her as if she was younger and lesser - which in fact was true - would annoy her further. "First of all, I have indeed heard of this collar you speak of. I suppose I am just a bit unfamiliar with it, the thing being so uncommon and looked down upon where I'm from. But perhaps you wouldn't understand that." Sleekpelt took a brief pause, both to contemplate what to say next and to try and remember what she'd been talking about in the first place. Admittedly he had begun to zone out, she talked so much, and always in that same angry tone, all the words started to blend together. Ignoring her comment about clan cats, as he saw no need to continue such a pointless subject, he moved on to the last two questions she'd presented him. "Scared? I'm afraid that I am not scared of you at all, kittypet. I merely see no need to join you up there. You seem to like thinking of yourself as above others, so I wouldn't dream of to taking that away from you." His smile, once again, gained hints of a smirk that he wasn't able to hide away completely, nor did he care to. "I agree that I am not better than you in a certain sense, we are all cats here after all, but the way I chose to live my life makes mine a tad more, ah... worthy of praise. You, on the other hand, have done nothing worth praise in your safe kittypet life, which is perfectly fine if that is what you like. As for my name, I do indeed have one, but I'm not sure if I should tell you right away. I am a little curious as to what you will come up with. Besides," Sleekpelt added, realizing that he too had spoken quite a bit. "you haven't told me yours yet, either." notes. no worries! and sorry for the longish reply, all of a sudden my cat muse shot up. o.o

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