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Jazz, who had been known as Runningsong when he had been a part of the clan, slunk along the border. Though it could hardly be called slinking, more like sauntering lower to the ground amongst the foliage. His distinct spotted silver pelt however did not lend well to the changing colors of fall, it did not even work when it was green either. Though he did hide somewhat well in the shadows. Not that it really mattered as he was planning on coming into contact with a SunClan cat anyways. Jazz was perhaps crossing boundaries as he was only supposed to keep an eye on the clans not interfere with them. The silver bengal did not really care, he would do what he wanted despite any consequences. He could always use his brother as an excuse, even if the Nemesis and him were not super close.
He froze as he heard someone lumbering through the falling leaves. His ears pricked up and he head tilted slightly as he cracked open his mouth the smell the unseen cat. It definitely was SunClan so there could be a slim chance he would be attacked. But perhaps they would remember him, it had only been a few moons since he left. It wasn’t even like it was his fault that he had left, the leadership had been going insane. Jazz might not be great at a lot of things but self preservation was a thing he was great at. Slowly he straightened up and puffed out his chest a bit, image was everything with SunClan in his opinion. If he could look impressive the lesser chance of a fight. Who would want to attack a large, well built cat like himself?
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Oct 11, 2019 11:13:47 GMT -5
Velvettouch had been slowly stalking the other tom he knew as Runningwind. He wasn't great at this stealth business but he felt that he was doing pretty good so far. That was until the other cat stopped, sniffed the air and then turned around, almost directly in front of the golden furred Persian tom. Shoot! It wasn't exactly the end result Velvettouch wanted. You see, he had his reasons for stalking the other tom. When Velvettouch used to be an initiate of SunClan, he had seen and heard of Runningwind and the things he did. However, he had never built the courage to talk to him and now, he'd spotted the tom again!
He hadn't meant to find him of course, Velvettouch had simply just been doing some late afternoon sleeping - no hunting! That's right. When he had smelt the scent of a another cat and decided to poke his nose in things, until he'd managed to spot who it was. He had been lying down sleeping, which was probably why the other tom had not spotted him right away.
It was too late now, so he might as well give himself up. With a sigh, Velvettouch popped up from behind his hiding place. "Runningwind?"
(So I meant to say his name was Runningsong, not Runningwind.)
Jazz was going to say something when the Persian called out his name that he had not heard in many moons. He was surprised that the cat wasn’t trying to kill him, though perhaps the whole killing cats who left was going out of style. It was nice not being threatened though. Plus he just did not feel up to fighting today, he had just pulled out one of his claws when exploring the ruins. Jazz would not admit it but it hurt something terrible.
“As yes, how very nice to meet you.” Jazz could not recall the name of this cat, only that he had been an initiate when Jazz has left the clan. Or maybe he had been a warrior then? Jazz really could not remember, to be fair he had moments when he was fully self absorbed. Apparently his time in SunClan had been one of those times.
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Oct 14, 2019 1:05:00 GMT -5
( it all good xD )
Excitement crossed Velvettouch's gaze. This was his time to shine, to show Runningsong that his worthy of learning his ways. Memories of the tom doing heroic things filtered back into the Persian tom's mind. Oh! How the rotten Sun God had blessed him today! The stuck up guy had at last given him his way. Cheers for that bro, grinned Velvettouch to himself.
With a huge smile, Velvettouch paused, he was sure Runningsong would remember him. After all, who could forget such an amazing cat as he? "So, Runningsong... ah, it's been awhile. I suppose you know who I am, I'm not one you can forget after all." He grinned. He had such a memorial face, he just loved it when she-cats came up to him at clan gatherings and remembered him by name. He was just one wonderful guy, no one could possibly wipe his face from their minds.
“Oh, how silly of me to forget. Yes Velvettouch. How have you been?” Jazz purred. It had taken a moment but he got there. That meant something right? So it took a moment, he knew a lot of people. However the ginger Persian was memorable, he was fluffy, loud, and probably self absorbed. Though he, himself was self absorbed so it wasn’t really that bad. After all yourself was the most important part of your life. If you didn’t take care of yourself, you could probably end up dead and where would that get you? Nowhere, that’s what happens when you’re dead.
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Nov 14, 2019 6:32:27 GMT -5
Beaming, Velvettouch trotted next to the other tom. "Gosh!" He exclaimed. "Things have changed so much." With a dip of his head. "I have become a forbiddable Warrior of SunClan... and you?" He asked, nudging Jazz in the side. "I'm sure something great!" He laughed. A flash of interest crossing the tom's Persian features, he paused for a second. "You... um, well, wouldn't happen to... ahem. Be running some kind of... Well, I don't know. Club? Would you?" He inquired, hope flashing across his features.
