'far from home; [ Foxflight/Darcy ]

[Radiation Fox]

f o x flight;

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Foxflight was always bad with directions. Even with her keen sense of smell, her brilliant eye sight, and her amazing photographic memory... she could easily be distracted, and thrown off course by a curious thought or two. It's not like she meant for it to happen, it was just that she could so easily loose herself in a few deep thoughts and before she knew it wind up near the thunderpath where monsters roared and the occasional two-leg was seen picking up their messes. It had happened again, but this time around something terrible had happened. Something that had wound the she-cat in a very uncomfortable position. She had neared the road, and to her horror... one of the monsters had stopped and spat out a two-leg who went to the rear of the terror and removed an elongated stick with some sort of looped vine at the end. All the while, Foxflight had just stared with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. What happened next, sent terror throughout her. There was a high pitch squeal, a sound resonating from the two-leg which made her fur bristle and her hackles rise but she didn't dare move. She was to horrorfied, and before she knew it, the two-leg was upon her and she was being thrown in a prison of some sort. The she-cat had broken out into a fit off hissing and yowling, but a sudden jerk had thrown her into the side of the cage and she fell quiet in terror.

It seemed hours to her, hours of shaking and huddling in a corner of the uncomfortable cell. The world around her passed by, and soon the nests of the two-legs were passing by her and a strong, sickening scent of tar began to make her feel woozy. With what little courage she had, she edged forward and slowly put her paws within the wiring of her prison, she pulled herself up so that her olive green eyes could peer over the trucks edge to see that the thunderpath was flying beneath her and the occasional eye of the young two-leg would draw towards the monster as it passed. What was happening? Why had the twoleg caught her, and.. why was she so far from home? Her paws slipped at a bump, and she fell over in her cage. Miserable and frightened, she just laid there in silence until finally, the monster came to a halt and something slammed. Her eyes were drawn towards the sky as she sent a silent prayer to Starclan.

The two-leg had appeared, it lowered the rear end of the monster and was reaching for her prison. Immediately, she slid herself to the very back until her reared was against the wiring and she watched, her eyes wide and round while her pupils constricted into small slits. The cage opened, and the thing beyond was trying to beckon her out. Her muscles froze, and her eyes never left the form as it's face contorted into an unreadable expression and it reached in a pudgy arm. That's when she saw it! Just to the side, it had left a gaping hole open. She could escape! Now if only her muscles would move! Her heart was racing, these creatures were terrifying. So enormous, so ugly and deformed... she'd seen nothing like them before. Thoughts of what this thing would do to her began to whisper in the back of her mind, sickening thoughts of her gnarled body resting bloody and lifeless within it's nest ate at her.

Fear was what finally moved her. A yowl rose from her throat, and she broke into a sprint. Her body raked against the pointed side of the cage, enough to tear away a bit of fur and flesh but the pain was nonexistent at this point. With a shout from the twoleg who stumbled back in fear of being bitten, Foxflight's paws fumbled on the sticky thunderpath and she nearly lost her balance. Her legs began moving, even though her mind was no longer with her; it was still back in that cage... thinking of a lifeless corpse. Forward she went, her muscles working as fast as they ever had in her entire life until the yelling and pitter patter of footsteps had faded from her ears. The twoleg had given chase, but it was no match for her speed.

By the time the she-cat had stopped, she was panting and wheezing. Her eyes were still wide orbs, and her pupils tiny slits as she weaved her way into a small opening between two houses where the stink of so many smells filtered into her nose that she couldn't possibly identify a single one of them. Her heart was pounding so heavily, she feared it would soon burst through her chest, but as much as she tried she just couldn't get it to stop. There were so many unfamiliar noises, so many strange scents, she had no idea how to process anything. "I'm such an idiot!" She cursed herself, her voice shaky as her body convulsed. She just couldn't control anything, her thoughts, her feelings, her body... this sort of thing just had to happen to her. There was no way she could handle this. She was to far from home, with no idea on how to get back or even how to survive in a world where the scents were so strong she couldn't even smell the grass.

[KIPPER.]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Darcymain.png] It was rare that he ever wandered too far from his twolegs nest not because they would be calling after him but because since his rescue from the shelter there was nothing quite like the freedom to call someplace home, even if he had only himself and the occasional rogue to share it with so to the few kittypets that did happen to cross paths with him bristled their fur with agitation and left the tom alone to strut the streets with the ease of somebody who was born here... like a cuckoo bird in a blackbirds nest. The scents of the housefolk had become a familiar yet alien scent to him – he knew many of the names from when he was a kit yet he found it difficult to seperte them with the thick scent of engine oil and dirt. His nose met with the bleached wood of a fence while he tried to get the bearings on his wherabouts – he could smell dog, two-leg and many, many chemicals which made his strong nose scrunch up while he carried on at a quicker pace in search of something more interesting – a lone kittypet she-cat maybe? Not likely when most of the cats here had already had their trip to the vet. Such cruel creatures these twolegs were. He took an unfamiliar route through the backstreets of the town while trying to avoid the large paws that battered loudly against the pavements as they went about yapping in their strange, gruff language and as if his paws were retracing his memories he felt his fur ripple at the back of his neck when he neared a scent that was far too familiar than he was comfortable. A large, sterile building shadowed the grass a little way in front of him and he instinctively lowered himself to the ground in defence. As he arrived another large car approached and even through the scent of oil and metal he could detect the distinct fear-scent within. There was another cat in there! He could feel his heart reach out to this poor cat as the fat two-leg closed the door and headed around the back. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved himself to get a better look though he was aware he was going to regret it later – no cat ever left the shelter the same as they went in. Through the bars he was to see the weather-hardened coat of a young tabby she-cat though he was unable to meet her eyes. He could look no more when he saw the great paw reach in to get her so he turned with a heavy feeling of remorse in his soul. A loud hiss errupted from behind the car while whirled his head in shock – this kitty could run! He pressed himself in between the cold fence to get a better look but was unable to see her, only the fat twoleg hoplessly pursuing her though her scent lingered. This was no kittypet or stray... this was a Warrior! He couldn’t distinguish her scent from one whiff alone but the scent of fresh grass, cats and survival clung to her pelt like catnip! A surge of adrenaline coursed through him as he too followed her into the streets. She was quick to be lost and he thanked StarClan that he had not been completely without his feral routes as he picked up her scent and tried to follow her rout through the concrete jungle and straight towards a large clan of two-leg nests. He scrambled over a fence where he could see her and lowered herself. What was she doing? If she was this scared her fear-scent would alert the dogs! His cursed under his tongue and stalked towards her. As he approached he could feel in his own mind himself tensing up at the direct confrontation between an already fearful Warrior and a half-witted loner. He decided the less direct way was probably the best. He approached from behind her, pausing to steady himself behind a corner. Letting out a deep breath he purred loudly to make himself known. “I saw you back there with that twoleg. Even for a Warrior you got some guts... Not lookin’ for housefolk then?” A large grin pressed on his cheshire features when he was just a foxlength away from her. “Anyway, what you doin’ away from your Clan? Not running away are you? That’s not good.” His ears twitched in anticipation of her answer but something in him told him she wasn’t going to appreciate his stalking.

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[Radiation Fox]

f o x flight;

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Great, Foxflight had wound up in a situation which her older brother would definitely laugh at her about. That was the last thing she needed, a killer for her already low self-esteem. Then again, if she didn't make it back she wouldn't have to worry about that. She had more important things to deal with right now, for instance... trying to mask her fear scent. Her body shivered, she was well aware that she'd attract unwanted company if she went about with such a strong pungent smell radiating from her tensed body. The creatures who resided here were probably use to all these stinking smells, they'd be able to pick up on such an unfamiliar scent like hers. She must have stuck out like a sore thumb... just great! Still, no matter how she tried she just couldn't calm herself. The reality that she was lost, and how she had no idea how to get home was frightening. Sure she was a Warrior, but she could only do so much.

Once more, Foxflight's gaze was lifted towards the heavens above where a bright blue sky with clouds of white welcomed her into such a strange world. Somewhere beneath this same vast sky resided her home; sort of weird to think that such strange creatures as the two-legs shared the earth with her own kind. Living just as they did, only in a different manner. Now that she thought about it, she was surprised. She had spat and managed to avoid the groping claws of the two-leg. Normally, she just sat frozen in place whenever those creatures were near, but this time she felt her life had been on the line. Whether it truly had or not, she'd never know but she'd rather keep it that way. She had escaped and that's all that truly mattered to her, it even brought her a sense of courage, but this was quickly shredded as a purr from behind slithered into her ears.

The she-cat whipped around with such fierce velocity that one might have thought she were going to tumble over, however she planted herself in the grass and looked to see who the owner of the voice that spoke belonged to. It was a tom, most of all a face that she had never in her life seen before and immediately her strong stance weakened and her fur bristled as her ears rest flat against her skull. If not for the purr, she'd have never noticed him thanks to the fit of panic she was in. He could have so easily pounced her from behind, gotten at her neck, and it all be over. She didn't understand this. Being so far from home, she was certain this was someone else territory, and normally cats protected their territory. Was it because this cat wasn't a Warrior? She flared her nostrils, taking in his scent as she took a hesitant back step. For the longest time, she was quiet. Acting almost as if she were either a mute, or the language he spoke was something complete foreign to her.

"Not running away... just, l-lost." She finally said, her voice soft and sweet as always, yet the fear beating in her chest made her stutter. She was uneasy with the cats presence, even her claws had instinctively unsheathed themselves in case of an attack. It wasn't meant as a threat or a fight starter, Foxflight was just so use to the way of the Warrior's that she would prepare herself for battle. She herself had never started a fight, but even one as shy and reserved as herself had to know how to survive. As uneasy as she may be, she couldn't afford to just sit around helplessly. "That two-leg, he put me in s-something and brought me h-here," She stole a quick side glance out towards the thunderpath, and as a few small two-legs crossed it and turned away from the nests she took a few more steps back and tucked in her tail. "I need to get home." She muttered to herself, her olive eyes shooting back to the tom. She felt so exposed, even with the towering nests around her. There was no trees, no nothing for her to take cover in. Never did a single thought that this kittypet, or loner, whatever he was, could help her crossed her mind. Clan cats avoided areas like these, and she wasn't to keen on asking for directions, she couldn't muster up enough courage to do so.

[KIPPER.]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Darcymain.png] The she-cat bristled and turned on him with such a scared ferocity in his eyes had he been in his own territory he would have taken this as a threat but he reminded himself that he was not in his own territory and neither was she. Did Clan cats still fight over territory even when not in their own? He did not know but after her short bout of surprise she seemed to lapse into a defensive silence so he guessed not. His green eyes swept over her for a long moment, noting that her slight build would be no match for his stocky build if it were a matter of strength but after seeing her speed in the earlier escape he didn’t even want to start anything in the fear or feeling those sharp unsheathed claws against his flesh. It took her a while to say anything but before she did, he rested upon his haunches and gently breathed in her scent. Her scent was familiar yet he had not come across one in person before – she was of HillClan he guessed, the only Clan he had never met any members of due to it being so far from his home. This was his lucky day. “Not running away... just l-lost.” She said smoothly in a sweet voice that betrayed her earlier expression of fear though the stammer gave her away. His heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest as he pondered the thought of bringing her back to her territory even though he was aware they would be less than thankful that a mere loner had brought back their clanmate which saddened him but it was a sad fact of life. He listened intently as she explained her situation and found himself to be mildly amused by tha fact she was so willing to share her experiences with a stranger but it did not put him off but instead guided his usual curiosity to boiling point as what went on in the mind of a wild cat. The sound of heavy feet against concrete thudded a while away from him and he followed her watch to a few twoleg kits crossing the thunderpath yapping loudly as they went. Twolegs were not the prettiest things even as kits – their strange fur fell off of them wenever they wanted and underneath they were completely furless which confused him as a kit until he learned they made their fur. The twolegs could sure be interesting at times. “I know where we are. It’s the Twoleg Clan but don’t worry, you’re already quite close to the border though your Clan territory is more than a dawn away on paw if you avoid the twoleg nest completely.” He explained with a wistful breath as he looked to the east. “... That is where the thunder cats make their nest beside the Thunderpath. My territory is only a small way in, just across the borders at the farm but they don’ come there ‘cuz it’s too close to the twolegs. If you want to get there in once piece I advise you go through the farm and across the thunderpath to get home again but as I said it’s a long walk but you’re lucky I’m headed that way myself so maybe I can show you.” He purred excitedly and raised to his paws. “... The ThunderClan cats know my scent so they shouldn’t be suspicious of me bringing another cat into my territory. Especially a she-cat.” He winked suggestively and flicked his tail. He took a brave step towards her and managed a friendly lick on his shoulder as he passed her and darted for the gap in the fence in front of her. He stopped and waited for the young she-cat to follow – she would follow of course, what choice did she have?

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