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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 1, 2014 1:10:24 GMT -5
Turtlepaw nodded.
"You count," she offered. I wouldn't want to make it unfair.
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Post by pookakin on Aug 2, 2014 12:59:44 GMT -5
"Ok!" Pikepaw chirped.
"Three, two, one," he said, letting a moment pass between each word. Then they darted off, tail raised. He took a moment to glance over his shoulder and make sure Turtlepaw had gotten a fair start.
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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 2, 2014 20:41:22 GMT -5
Turtlepaw leaped away into the reeds, tail swishing. Her nimble paws worked the sand, trying to find a swirly brown shell. There were plenty of shells, yes, but none of them seemed to be it.
She looked up, wondering how Pikepaw was doing. Then, a thought struck her - should she let Pikepaw win? If she won too quickly it might make them feel inadequate or unintelligent. Her paws trembled with this new worry. Was it better to let the cat you were moony for win in a game?
Troutpaw would know, Turtlepaw realized. But as far as she knew, her friend wasn't about.
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Post by pookakin on Aug 5, 2014 11:37:03 GMT -5
Seeing as Turtlepaw got off to a fair start, Pikepaw shot off into the sandy brush. He stumbled a little, then stopped. They hadn't really taken time to look around- were there any brown shells?
Throwing the game didn't cross his mind- he was going to try his best to win! They began to dig around, peeking under rocks and driftwood in a case a brown shell should present itself. It would take a while, but he wasn't going to give up.
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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 5, 2014 12:00:46 GMT -5
Turtlepaw glanced in Pikepaw's direction. He seemed very intent on searching. She sighed - perhaps she ought to give it her best effort at least.
She turned about and used her paws to gently sift through the sand and reeds. She found a few pretty ones, ones that other cats might like, but they weren't what she was looking for. She grimaced at the gritty feeling of sand in her pads and she padded over to the nearest stream. There were plenty in this area and she came near a shallow stream lined with smooth pebbles.
Turtlepaw dipped her paws into the wetness, keeping an eye out for shells.
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Post by pookakin on Aug 8, 2014 20:04:28 GMT -5
(sorry that i tend to be slow with this thread! i find it harder than others to come up with insp for.)
Pikepaw wandered a good bit away from the original starting point of the game. Frowning, he ceased digging. They saw those little shells all the time, where were they know?
Maybe he should look by a stream. Tail held high, they dashed in the direction of the happy gurgling of running water. It was fairly ubiquitous in OceanClan territory. He reached it quickly, and began to paw in the streambed. It didn't take long for a small brown shell with a swirled pattern to pop up in the sand. Squeaking, they grabbed it in their mouth, splashing their face in their eagerness. Turtlepaw would be so impressed!
But there was a hitch in his plan. Frowning, Pikepaw squinted at the terrain around him. Which direction was the starting point?
Shrugging, they took off away from the stream. This was a good a chance as any to get more familiar with his home without older warriors breathing down his neck. They'd just have to hope they could make it back in time.
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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 8, 2014 22:46:10 GMT -5
(it's all right; it's not a real action-oriented thread; at least, I don't intend it to be)
Turtlepaw kept her nose to the ground, paws working to find the shell. She pawed at the sand - shells were so common, why wasn't she finding one?
She kept searching, staying near the stream. She hadn't been out and about with her mentor too often, so she didn't want to leave anyplace that was familiar. Sighing, she went ahead and searched another pile of sand and shells.
A great shadow passed overhead, making Turtlepaw look up and gasp. She had only heard of the feathered fiends, and had not seen one for herself - but there was no mistaking what it was.
"Heron!" she screeched.
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Post by pookakin on Aug 9, 2014 17:02:08 GMT -5
Pikepaw had just discovered a trail back to the meeting place. Eager to present his find, he began to bound towards the finish point when he heard Turtlepaw's screech.
They skidded to a halt, scattering grit everywhere. What had she said? Heron? Was she in danger?
This was no time to be petrified. Pikepaw took off again, heading to where he had heard Turtlepaw's shout. The shadow of the great bird passed over them as they traveled. Mortified, he shot in a random direction. Spotting an old, dried piece of wood, they took cover, dropping the shell as they hid.
"Turtlepaw!" He shouted. From their shelter, they could see the scaly feet of the bird. It seemed to have landed. But he couldn't see Turtlepaw. Had she gotten away from the bird? They didn't really know much about herons. Would it chase her?
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Post by Twilidramon on Aug 9, 2014 20:29:47 GMT -5
Turtlepaw was crouch low in the middle of a clump of reeds, as low as she could get. She was trembling from ears to tail - herons were kit-snatchers and prey-stealers; no friend to cats. It seemed that the bird hadn't noticed her, though - but it was searching for the source of her call.
Dear StarClan help me! Turtlepaw thought. I don't know what to do!
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Post by pookakin on Aug 10, 2014 10:10:18 GMT -5
Pikepaw really began to worry when Turtlepaw didn't respond. Had it hurt her? It looked big enough too, with its huge feet.
He stared at it. From its pacing, it seemed to be searching for something. Maybe it hadn't found her? They needed to do something. Maybe he could run back to camp? Bigger warriors wouldn't be in as much danger.
But they weren't very fast. They'd have to be really smart about it. Suddenly, he noticed the birds' feet just a few mouselengths from his hiding spot. Startled, he scooted away, out from under his piece of wood. Had it noticed them? Its eyes were so beady and creepy. He felt his fur swelling in fear. Recklessly, they darted away, hoping it would either not notice them, or be too slow to catch them.
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