Not Where You're Supposed to Be~ {OPEN}

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2q30hmv.png] [scrolly:h(377),w(214),sy] "Oh you silly rabbit," a light voice cooed. "Don't run from me!" A siamese cat raced through the weeds and sticky grass around her. A furry white shape hopped once, twice, three times. Frustrated, the cat sat down. Oh I'll never catch that rabbit, she thought with a sigh. Nothing was going her way today. She just wanted a friend to play with. Shaking one ear, Cookie stood back up. Today was going to be a good day if she had to force it to! The pretty she-cat scanned the area around her, looking for a sign of life. She knew that she wasn't where she was supposed to be, but it didn't matter to her. She could always ask around to find her way home; besides, there was no danger.. Cookie didn't even bother to check out her surroundings. The kittypet scented the air, looking for another animal friend. She sensed something to her right; Cookie twisted her lithe body around to see a squirrel a couple of foxlengths away from her. "Oh birdy bird," she meowed happily. "Be my friend birdy!" The tiny black bird squawked at her then flew away, unhappy at her loudness. Defeated, Cookie sat back down. She needed somebody to talk to... As if suddenly noticing where she was, Cookie looked around. The she-cat sat down with a THUD. She wasn't where she thought she was. In fact, she had never seen this place before! Suddenly a little bit afraid, the young cat cried out, "H-hello?" Nothing answered her. She gulped and stayed unmoving, gentle blue eyes taking in everything around her. Cookie shivered as she thought she heard something behind her. Whatever it was, she didn't want any part of it. Rising to her paws once more, she darted towards a thick bunch of shrubs. It was the best hiding place; she could wait there for a cat to appear. Maybe they would help her. Or maybe her best friend, Ginger, would show up. Cookie shook that thought away- what would that pretty cat do out here in the middle of Timbuktu? With a bothered sigh, Cookie curled her tail around her paws and waited. The noise she had heard a moment ago was a bit louder, but she couldn't see much through the strands of leaves surrounding her small body. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff417/makey337/ivysplashmid.png] Ivysplash peered out from behind the thorn bush, hoping to spot Monster. However, she was quite depressed to realize it was in fact not him but some chocolate point she-cat that appeared to be lost. She sighed in frustration. At least the she-cat wasn't tresspassing, though she had come very close to it. Ivysplash made her way over to her but stopped a few fox-lengths away from the cat that smelled of two-legs. Ugh! She wrinkled her nose. A kittypet! Ivysplash looked at the she-cat's pretty bleu eyes. You there! What are you doing here?

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2q30hmv.png] [scrolly:h(377),w(214),sy] Cookie tilted her head sideways as the she-cat stepped towards her. Her instincts told her to flatten her ears and hiss, but her heart told her no. Wonderingly, she stuck her paw out in front of her like her twolegs did. It was supposed to be a greeting, but the way the other cat looked made her stick her paw down again. She watched as the strange cat wrinkled her nose, and then spoke to her. Listening, Cookie laughed. She was somewhat startled by the question; she hoped she didn’t look like a threat. Almost purring, the kittypet squealed, “Oh, no! You have it wrong. I’m no harm.” Giggling, she gazed at the she-cat intently. Her tail wrapped around her paws as she continued. “I just got lost. Is this your twoleg’s nest? I’m sorry if I was too close.” Cookie bowed her head, then snickered. “I’m Cookie,” she meowed brightly. “You are?” [/scrolly]

[CheshireCat]

// Wow. i had a lot of muse there //

IDEA TIME: What if Cookie wanted a tour of ShadowClan? Adn when Ivyplash started showing ehr aroudn, everybody gets mad at her, but not really mad.

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[atrb=background,http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff417/makey337/ivysplashmid.png] Ivysplash watched the kitty-pet through narrowed eyes. Oh wow! She thought qith mock ashtonishment. Kittypets are more stupid than I thought! Ivysplash stoo up with a sigh and walked closer to this Cookie. At least she wasn't a threat, that was for sure, but Ivysplash wasn't about to let her stumble onto ShadowClan territory either way. Ivysplash debated with herself about revealing her name and clan to Cookie. Well, she guessed that the more she kew the more she'd want to stay away. My name's Ivysplash, warrior of ShadowClan, and, no, I do not live here. I live with the rest of ShadowClan in our camp. THe only reason I feel threatened by you is because you've come very close to crossing the border into our territory, which is over here. Ivysplash padded over to the border to show where it was. Even if you weren't paying attention, you'd probably smell it. Ivysplash smiled at Cookie then realized the sh-cat had probably no idea what a clan or a warrior was. She sighed and gave Cookie a look like everyone knows about the clans. The clans are a group of cats that live together in a camp in the middle of their territory. THe leader rules the clans and makes the decisions. His or her word is law. the leader also recieves nine lives from StarClan THe deputy is the second in command and will become the leader whent he leader dies. He also helps organize patrols and apprentice training. A medicine cat heals and cres for the cats of the clan using herbs. The medicine cat apprentice is, well, his or her apprentice, adn there can only be one at any times. A warrior is a cat who has been trained to protect, figth for, and feed the clan. tHey also mentor apprentices. Apprentices are cats that are learning to become a warrior or medicine cat. Queens are cats who are nursing or expecting kits. They are cared for and do not need to hunt for themselves. Kits are essentially the babies. Until they become apprentices at six moons, they are not permitted to leave camp for their own safety, and the clan helps the mother look after them, especially with large litters. Elders are cats who are either really old or disabled. They are cared for by the clan and hold much wisdom. The clan always watches out for everyone. Ivysplash stopped to catch ehr breath. No cat is allowed to enter our territory without permission. Those who do enter are either forced to leave or attacked if they are a threat or unwilling. WE tend not to stray onto other cln's territories unless they've stolen prey or done somthing bad. tHen we battle. Every full moon all of the clans meet at an island to talk about changes. Even though we fight, we still care about each other. If there's a fox in RiverClan, that doesn't mean it won't wander over to SahdwoClan. WE work together to protect each other. Ivysplash smiled, very content with her description of clan life.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2q30hmv.png] [scrolly:h(377),w(214),sy] [OOC: oh terrible post. I am sorry. *headhand* But yes I like the idea~] Cookie’s eyes widened at the description of this thing called a Clan. “A.. a Clan? So there are a lot of you living together? With no twolegs to care for you?” It was unfathomable to her. Completely different than the way she had grown up. Her tail swept the ground excitedly. “How can you all get along? How could they, really. Many cats living together like that may pose a threat, but there had to be things working together inside the Clan… Cookie thought for a moment, then an idea swelled in her head. She grinned. Meowing quickly, hoping for a yes, she asked, “Could.. Could I see this Clan? Before the other she-cat could say no, she used her name. “Oh Ivysplash, pretty please could I see your “ShadowClan”? I would be so good and nobody would ever notice me and oh please?” By now the kitty pet was bouncing around on her hind legs, silky nose in the air as she begged. It would be so interesting; she would get to tell Ginger and Nutsy and Cinder all about it! Oh it would be so much fun! [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2yuy1bb.png] Halfmoon was just hunting when he heard voices across the border. He padded over to investigate and saw Ivysplash talking to some she-cat. She smelled like a kitty-pet. Halfmoon suddenly froze in his tracks. A kitty-pet in ShadowClan! Never! What was Ivysplash thinking? However, Halfmoon knew Ivysplash all too well. She would say yes, she would show her around a bit, then someone would find out and she would get in trouble. he sighed and padded up next to her. I guess we could show her around. She can't be that much harm. He looked over at the she-cat and introduced himself. The name's Halfmoon. I belong to ShadowClan too. Halfmoon turned around to face Ivysplash. Sorry to be making decisions for you, but if she joined ShadowClan, she could teach us how to get around the twolegplace! Think of all of the advantages we'd have against other clans!

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A very fluffy ginger she-cat stepped outside. She looked over to disgusting Nutsy drooling like always. She rolled her eye at the pathetic tom. She felt suddenly bored. The week had began excitingly when a new ugly thing had moved in.. But now.. She was just utterly bored. She looked around the fence feeling frustrated at the no-furs actually thinking they could cage her. "Nutsy. Let's go over to Cookies." Before the tom had any reaction figuring he would follow anyway she headed over to their secret exit. She ducked under the large hole that could easily be visible from the sliding door. No-furs.. Honestly were stupid. She went to Cookie's yard and noticed she was no where to be seen. Her owners didn't really keep a fence up. So it was easy for her to venture off. Though Ginger found it odd that Cookie would leave like that.

Feeling a bit nosy and well snobby she looked toward Nutsy. "You know what. I bet she is hanging out with that thing.. Ugh."

[/color] Just to make sure her traitorous friend didn't well betray her she followed her friend's scent trail that smelled a few hours old. She followed it noticing it went further and further from the nofur dens. "Ugh.. She was chasing a butterfly again wasn't she?"[/color]

She ventured further and further from the no fur looking for the scent trail. The trail itself became fresher and fresher.. As well as the scent of pines and nasty stuff. "Gosh.. Nutsy please don't tell me she decided to play wild cat."[/color] There came no reply.. Not even drool on her body from his head shaking. He was just suddenly quiet.... She felt the need to double check and see if he was there. He was not. "Wow.. He must have saw a mouse and ran. Coward.. Probably back at home... Can't trust anyone these days."[/color] She felt her heart grew heavy of her closest friend leaving her like that. She felt as if he had abandoned her to die alone. He owners may never find her again. She looked up suddenly feeling lost and confused. She quickly whipped any emotions away when she heard voices.

She instantly ducked and hid downwind. Mostly out of instinct and well luck. She watched as a she-cat that was white and vaguely familiar was talking to a much larger and fluffy she-cat. Soon another cat came and spoke. She couldn't tell who it was.. She just instantly liked him.. How lame that may seem. She very rarely checked out hot males. Okay change that. This male was defiantly hot and she most defiantly liked the way his muscles peered even through his thin fur. It amazed her how she could tell that much form where she was. It must've been some large pretty muscles. She felt herself suddenly drooling and wanting more. She immediately forgot the serious possible situation and headed around to the otherside of the tom. Working her few skills of stalking. Very lamely..

She came to the otherside of the tom and appeared seemingly out of no where next to him. "Hey."[/color] She put her overly large fluffy tail next to him and gently pressed her body with his. Taking in his scent.. Then it hit her. "Ugh! You smell awful! Cookie what the crap! Why you meeting with this awful smelling tom and she-cat. This awesomely hot! Tom I should say! Ugh! Did you chase a butterfly again?"[/color] She didn't bother to get any sort of reply she just went further from the tom and glared at him with her amber eyes. Daring him to challenge her. Daring him to question her about him being smelly and hot. Man she wished he would take a bath and love her.[/blockquote]

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Nutsy had followed Ginger obediently.. It just he got lost.. and well lost her overgrown pretty ginger coat. Well when he lost sight of Ginger and didn't think to smell out her and Cookie's trail he ended up heading deeper and deeper into the forest.. The wrong way. Instead of ending up in Shadowclan territory.. He ended up in Riverclan.. So yeah.. Wish him luck.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2q30hmv.png] [scrolly:h(377),w(214),sy] Cookie watched in confusion as a tom came up behind Ivysplash. Was this another one of those Clan cats? He introduced himself to her as Halfmoon, but Cookie was too busy scanning the sky for birds to hear what he told Ivysplash. She was a bit surprised, though, as the best cat in the world appeared, looking super pretty and like a queen as always. Happily, she cried out, “Ginger!” Ginger was grumbling, and she pressed herself up against the tom cat. Cookie stared happily as Ginger spoke. ‘Ugh! You smell awful! Cookie what the crap! Why you meeting with this awful smelling tom and she-cat. This awesomely hot! Tom I should say! Ugh! Did you chase a butterfly again?’ Cookie watched her friend with amusement sparkling in her friendly blue eyes. “Of course I didn’t, silly,” she cooed. “I’m not that easily distracted! It was a-” her charming little voice cut off as a bird flew overhead, cawing. “Oh look, Ginger! It’s another bird! Here, birdy birdy,” she called, standing up to chase the bird. After a moment, it flew away, and she sat back down. “This always happens. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes!” Cookie’s eyes began to shine as she told her story quickly to the sour she-cat. “I was chasing a rabbit when suddenly I heard something, so I hid in this bush,” she said, pointing to the bush behind her with her tail. “Then this cat caught me, and she asked me my name. So I told her!” Cookie paused to catch her breath, then continued. “And she told me where she lived. She lives in this thing called a Clam, right?” Cookie’s talking rate was racing now. “And, and get this. This clam takes care of themselves. Out here. In the wild! And she said she would show me around her Clam, too,” she finished, meowing loudly. Cookie’s ears pointed straight up as she checked to see Ginger’s reaction. Of course her best friend would be proud of her for not running away from this scary she-cat! Then her expression changed as if in thought. “Ginger,” she meowed. “Where is Nutsy? Isn’t he, like, always with you or something? Is he alr-” Her voice cut off for the second time, but this time because another shape was showing up. It was a calico she-cat with swollen belly. When she reached them, she snarled at Ginger, and Cookie could see that her teeth were sharp and pointy. Cookie’s eyes widened at the reaction. Why was this cat acting like that to her friend? Ginger was so sweet.. What if this cat hurt her feelings? In a pathetic bout of anger, Cookie meowed, “Leave her alone!” The calico turned to her, sized her up, then sighed and sat down right beside the tom named Halfmoon. She licked his ear then spoke in a low voice, glancing at Ginger in hatred. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/1171/sorrel8.png] Sorrelfeather grumbled to herself as she kept walking. She had wanted to keep hunting with Halfmoon, but a mouse trail had gotten in her way. She had told her mate to go on ahead while she hunted it. Now that it was buried, she had to follow his scent trail to find him. What she saw first surprised her, then angered her. Never in her life had she seen such a scummy furball as what she was looking at. Oh sure, that cat was a real catch, but hitting on her Halfmoon? Never. Narrowing her eyes, Sorrelfeather kicked up the pace, racing at top speed to where he was talking with Ivysplash and another she-cat. She got there just in time to hear what the ginger cat had to say. Sorrelfeather snarled at her, eyes shooting daggers into her pelt. The other strange she-cat half-yelled to leave her alone. Turning quickly, Sorrelfeather almost hissed at her, but instead sighed. This cat was a kittypet- they both were. But the brown and cream one was too little. She looked to be about the size of a new warrior, and obviously she couldn’t do much damage. No, Sorrelfeather wasn’t going to hurt her. But that ginger one… Shaking her head, she sat down next to Halfmoon and pressed herself closer to him, tail wrapping around his protectively. She glared at Ginger, but paused to give her mate a quick lick on the ear. She whispered, “You don’t smell bad. I don’t know what she’s talking about.” Then after a quick nod at Ivysplash for a greeting, she hissed through her teeth, “What do we have here? Two kittypets? Really now?” Usually Sorrelfeather was quite gentle, but seeing that ginger tabby all on her Halfmoon had really pushed the line. Besides, she was carrying his kits. Their kits. No, her mate was all hers. There was none to share with that petty furball. Speaking again, she looked closely at the smaller she-cat. “Hello young one. What’s your name?” When she had shyly answer Cookie, Sorrelfeather nodded. “I’m Sorrelfeather. I assume you’ve already met Ivysplash and Halfmoon.” Then turning her head towards the ginger she-cat, she shot out, “Excuse me, but who do you think you are? Leave my mate alone, please.” Not once did she tell herself she was overreacting; this cat had obviously flirted with him. It also didn’t look like the ginger was ready to deny it.

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[atrb=background,http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff417/makey337/ivysplashmid.png] The pretty calico nodded to Cookie. Yes, we all live together, work together, eat together, and sleep together. WE get along most of the time, but as with every big family, we get into fights sometimes. Not physical fights though. It's basically like one big happy family! Ivysplash smiled at Cookie, hoping she would understand. She was slightly shocked that she asked for a tour of ShadowClan, but why not? It's not like anything bad would happen. Sure. Just be aware that some clanners aren't as friendly towards outsiders as I am. Ivysplash didn't notice Halfmoon until he padded up behind her.She then turned her head and nodded to Halfmoon, letting him know that she liked his idea. Suddenly a glamorous ginger she-cat showed up. She immediately began hitting on Halfmoon. Ivysplash was astonished that this apparent kitty-pet was so arrogant that she would hit on Halfmoon, who was probably the most loyal tom in the history of ShadowClan. He'd never let his mate down for anything in the entire forest. Ivysplash hissed at the she-cat who had started backing off, claiming Halfmoon smelled bad. He didn't smell bad to Ivysplash. How dare she come into our territory and immediately begin insulting us! Cookie began explaining the concept of a clan to this Ginger. But she was calling it a clam. What the heck was a clam? Um, Cookie? Ivysplash raised her tail a little bit to look less correcting. It's called a clan. Not a clam, whatever that is. Ivysplash was soon conscious of Sorrelfeather's arrival. Great StarClan, she was going to be all over Ginger. She watched as the queen told Ginger to back off and almost laughed at Cookie's pitiful attempt to stop Sorrelfeather from hurting her friend. Kittypets. They were just so pathetic. Hey, Ginger. You better be careful to Halfmoon. He's already got a mate, you see, Adan she's standing right in front of you. Sorrelfeather here is expecting his kits soon, so don't try and pull any stunts. I'll be watching you. Ivysplash narrowed her eyes at the kittypet. She then transferred her gaze over to Sorrelfeather. Sorrelfeather, this is Cookie and Ginger. I was just going to give Cookie a tour of ShadowClan when you all showed up. Feel free to join us. I'd like to get them out of ShadowClan lands by sundown. With that note, she flicked her tail in the direction of the ShadowClan camp and signaled for all to follow. Ivysplash padded a few feet into the undergrowth when she noticed a frog. She had planned on catching a few frogs to make up for her dilly-dallying, but only StarClan knew how much prey these kittypets would send scrambling for some other clans territory. The calico decided now was the time to act. She crouched down into her hunting position and got ready to pounce as the frog hopped aimlessly around the forest edge. Ivysplash gathered all of her muscles in her back legs and sprang into the air, aiming for the frog. She quickly got a hold of it and bit down hard on its neck. She set it down on the ground and smiled. That, my kittypet friends, is how you catch a frog.

// I'm not going to start a new thread until they've trekked all the way to the ShadowClan camp entrance. //

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2yuy1bb.png] Halfmoon practically hissed until he couldn't breathe anymore when the ginger kittypet started hitting on him. How dare she? He was porbably the most loyal tom in the entire forest. The thought of Halfmoon cheating on Sorrelfeather with the likes of her disgusted him. He spat at the she-cat. "Back off!" However, he was slightly offended when she said he smelled bad. Halfmoon took time to keep himself clean. He didn't want to seem like a slob. When Sorrelfeather came up behind him and calmed his thoughts, he purred, rubbing his head against hers. He was just so lucky! Thanks, he whispered back. He soon retained his posture and began following Ivysplash back to camp, twining his tail with Sorrelfeather's the whole way and watching this Ginger like a hawk the whole way. Nice catch, Ivysplash! He meowed when he noticed the calico's successful hunt.

[♦Ginger♦]

Ginger ignored the tom's response rolled her eyes with Cookie's response. Of course.. A bird. Why was it always something in the sky? Suddenly, a large she-cat that smelled of milk walked up. She was in defense as soon as she spotted the Ginger cat. What was her problem? Ginger instantly disliked the pregnant she-cat. it was obvious the nasty smelling hot tom was her mate. "Ugh. You can have him. I'm sure the kittens will be as ugly, as your sneer."

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The other she-cat picked herself up and started to head toward deeper into the forest territory. Ginger picked her body up to look as if no cat was above her. As she passed the tom she gave him a blink of her eye in this total "Your mine" way. Just to in force the moment she rubbed her super fluffy tail underneath his nose in hopes of drawing him in with her sweet scent. She would prove that all toms were not perfect little loyal slaves.

When the she-cat leading them who was annoying as fluffy as a poodle; caught a frog of some sort. She smartly claimed that was how she caught the disgusting thing. Ginger could not help but wonder who was crazy enough to eat frog. They were slimy and smelled funky. So that.. was how they smelled so bad. They farted frog guts.

Ginger heard the tom compliment the poodle cat's catch. She felt repelled to prove her worth by showing off her marksmanship of a champion purebred. She picked up her speed to get ahead of the group. She raised raised her tail feeling the wind. Then thought of all those lights and of being on stage. She heard the shouts and noises. She focused her breathing and braced her muscles. Whenever she did this a super small black bird flew over. As if fate had perfect timing she made for a back-flip and caught the black bird in midair. She landed a perfect back-flip with the black bird in her mouth. She dropped the black bird on to the ground; thankful for all that practice of catching soft clothing things. She went back to the group making sure to pass the big fluffypoodlecat she spoke in a low dangerous tone. "That is how, real cats, catch a bird."[/color] She then continued her walk till she was right next to cookie. She just left the small black bird there. It was nothing to her. She hunted for fun. Well.. sometimes.[/blockquote][/size]