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Post by Ren on Oct 2, 2005 20:39:03 GMT -5
Tail waving jauntily, an ink-colored young dog trotted eagerly through the city, taking her time, sniffing the other animal-scents and squinting at the big beetly Walker buildings. Soooooooo shiny...Inky giggled and nearly fell over as she padded on, claws clattering against the cement, blinded by the sun winking off the glass-and-metal skyscrapers.
There were cats...and cats...and cats...was she mad, or were there five times as many cats now as there had been a couple weeks ago? There were definitely more cats than dogs, now...She'd been watching them lately. You'd think their mewing sounds were actually talk, sometimes. Inky sniggered again at the absurdity of the thought, and plopped down to try and be "psychic" toward several cats not far off, before abruptly announcing, "This is boring," and bouncing off, frightening the two cats out of their wits.
((Bwahaha. I doubt she's really this hyper. But oh well.))
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 5:38:55 GMT -5
A yellow lab padded behind Inky, quietly as he could to scare her, but then, the lab burst out in laughter. And then he pounced on Inky, hyperness flowing through him at the sight of his stray friend. "Gotcha!!" he exclaimed, sniffing Inky.
Then, turning to as serious as you'll see him he asked, scasring a cat off from behind a garbage can ask, "Inky, it seems like there's a couple packs of cats around. Where did they come from? Did you see any?"
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 5:39:30 GMT -5
((Sorry it's so short, I hope it's not too god modish.))
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 5:43:34 GMT -5
"Yeah," answered Inky around a mouthful of fur--she'd grabbed at the other dog's tail when he pounced, pulling out a load of shedding hair. Spitting the stuff out, she added playfully, "How could I not?" as the cats she had been "psychic" with fled even farther, startled by the large playmates' actions.
"They look more like the mean ones, down by where Runty lives, you know the place?" she informed him thoughtfully. "Not like the ones the Walkers keep."
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 6:06:56 GMT -5
"Hey!!" Rommel growled grabbing Inky's tail, then spiiting out her fur nodded. "They're still fun to scare, though. You can't beat that........" he trailed off for a moment, his nose stinging again. "Although, one did scratch me......all I did was step on it's tail........oh, come on!!" the lab exclaimed........
"Oh boy, it won't do to have packs of cats living here. Here.......here is our home, and not some kitty's. We've gotta do somethin' about it, Inky, we gotta!!" Rommel growled, his tail waving eagerly at the thought--or bark--of doing something to scare the cats.
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 6:20:43 GMT -5
"What're they gonna do, drive us out?" Inky giggled. But all the same, her tail was starting up a whirlwind as she perched on her haunches, looking pertly up at her large friend.
"Okay. It'll be fun!" She paused. "But we need a plan."
((Gah, short post, braindeadfullness.))
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 6:29:42 GMT -5
"First," Rommel began, also sitting on his haunches as he looked down at Inky, "We'll need to figure out where their dens are.....that shouldn't be /too/ hard. I thinks one's in the park, their scent is EVERYWHERE."
Rommel wondered how many more there could be. "Do you know where any of the packs have made their dens, Inky?" he asked nostrils flaring as the dog looked--or rather smelled--for cats.
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 6:35:43 GMT -5
Inky's head tilted, making her look rather comical as she thought, ears hanging. "Those ones ran that way," she offered after a moment, nodding up towards where the lake was. She glanced around hopefully, but there were no more felines to track--they'd run off while the pair greeted each other.
"I wonder how meny dens they'd have?" she mused. "I mean, there's gotta be a lot--you usually see more of us in groups than them, doncha think?" Although, she was reminded again of the mean cats down by where flea-bitten old Runty lived. Those ones lived in a big group, she was sure of it, but they were tougher than a tick stuck in your coat, and impossible to chase out.
Reminded of fleas and ticks, Inky bent her head and scratched an ear with her hind paw. Stars, those pests were annoying--she had to figure out how some of her friends got rid of 'em.
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 6:50:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, there's gotta be a lot more......I mean there scent's everywhere, you just can't find them. It's like they turn invisible........we're gonna chase them out once and for all," Pausig, Rommel stretched his head to reach his tail, nibbling at an itch. "Oh, those fleas and tiacks are almost as bad as those cats!!!" he growled annoyed.
"Now.......we know where one of the packs are, there's gotta be more. Scent any cats in other areas, either? I think i scented one by a building, but I lost the scent at the doors. I didn't bother going in, that place is probably filled with twolegs!!" With that, the lab returned to iching his tail, still not consent with the ich. "Those dang fleas!" he growled, kicking a tin can that happened to be lying on the sidewalk.
Then he, too, scratched himself behind the ear, a place where fleas and ticks particularly "hung out", annoying their "hosts."
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 14:16:04 GMT -5
Inky snickered. "You read my mind there," she told him, paw flicking awkwardly toward his ear as she finally gave up the hopeless job. Lying down entirely now, the young terrier lay her head on the pavement, snapping just a little as a passing Walker grabbed at her coat--in a playful way, but fiercely enough to frighten the pup and make it back off. Only the little ones were foolish enough to mess with dogs that could take care of themselves, she knew, and honestly couldn't hurt the cute things.
Shaking her head to return it to the present, she lay in silence for a long moment, thinking, free from the Walkers once they'd seen her display with the pup. Biting back yet another giggle as she thought of the "attack" she would give the two-legged creatures if they did come nearer, she offered, "Maybe it's Walkers that take them in?" But again, that nagged at her sense of the strength in these cats. They certainly weren't fat like Walker-cats, that's for sure.
"Like, they just came here, and...I dunno, only found out about the Walkers just now?" the black dog amended. Though, to the city-bred creature, it sounded downright absurd.
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 18:34:05 GMT -5
Another Walker scratched Rommel behind the ear. "Aww, that's the spot, that's it," he barked, scraing off the Walker. "Oh, come on, you almost had it," Rommel whined, resuming his own scratching. "Oh, those Walkers, you can't live with 'em and you can't live without 'em," he sighed, shaking the loose fur off of his coat as the young brute gave up getting at that annoyance, now, on the other hand, fleas and ticks, he could definetly((sp?)) live without.
"Come on Inky, you gotta have an idea!! You always have an idea," Rommel whined, nudging her. "What's it this time?" he asked, looking down at his young friend with those irresistable adorable, cute, puppy dog eyes. rommel had spent a long time mastering those, that's the way he got his meals--when he wasn't stealing them, that is. "Well, the Walkers might not take them in, but I think the Walkers and cats have some kinda connection."
Rommel shrugged. "I dunno," he barked, scaring off a Walker pup as it ventured near, those chubby little fingers reaching out to stroke the lad's muzzle. He shrugged again as the Walker ran back to it's mother, tears flooding from it's eyes.
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 18:46:09 GMT -5
Inky's eyes glowed for a moment when Rommel praised her ideas--the excitable, thoughtless pup wasn't often complimented on her brains. "...I don't know," she answered, shaking her head. "I'd say Runty knows something about it, but he's run off somewhere again, hasn't he?" She growled playfully, white fangs gleaming brightly for just a moment. "I mean...they're so much like the cats down by where he lives--doncha think?"
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Post by spiritlight on Oct 3, 2005 19:02:08 GMT -5
"Well...uh.......I don't know how to say this, it sounds really weird, but maybe Runty joined one of their packs, or something?" Rommel suggested, shrugging off the feeling that his suggestion wasn't very helpful. "That's the best I can do," he muttered, glad that he had fur, for his cheek would be bright red right about now if he were a Walker. Thank goodness he was not. "So, now, follow any new cat trails you find and see if they lead you to a new den."
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Post by Ren on Oct 3, 2005 19:28:51 GMT -5
Inky giggled. "Runty, in a cat pack? Whatever...And I will." She shrugged, a rather resigned look on her face. Chase out all the cats? A near impossible task...but it'd be interesting to try.
((Let this lapse until there's a Paradise/AeroClan leader?))
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Post by « † Blazeh † » on Oct 4, 2005 15:30:59 GMT -5
Two yellow eyes gleamed from the shadows forming over a dumpster. Dusk was slowly making it's way to the city, darkening everything in it's path. The gray malamute listened in on the conversation, and when they stopped speaking for a brief moment he walked out of the shadows. Narrowed eyes stared coldly at the two dogs as he spoke gruffly. "Morons, you can't drive out a pack of cats. They have feral blood, don't you stupid dogs know? They'd be roasing your tails in the sun after five minutes." He grunted, sitting down. His tail swayed slowly, showing his annoyance.
"They'll probably have you two pups before I'll rip you to shreds. Will be a dissapointment." he laughed cruelly in a gruff tone, before continuing. "It would take a lot more than two pups to drive those nuisances out. They don't bother me, though. They leave me alone, because a lot of them have seen me before. My pack lived close to them, right outside of their territory." |
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