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[,, CHISA ,,]

Brown_whisper

.XxX.The sun leaked through the tree tops, casting a shadow across the forest floor. A long haired tabby brown she-cat strolled through the woods, casting longing looks on the old thunder path. She came to a sudden stop. White and black tipped toes tickling the thunderpath's edge. A soft, caring sigh in her throat as she glazed over the poor, broken path. No longer strong and powerful, but forgotten and lost in the world of her clan mates. "The poor thing." Her eyes locked onto the brush across from her. The wild life, the prey, around her, rushing about, begging to be caught, and yet, she could not bring herself to catch it. "No... not yet Brownwhisper." The tabby brown she-cat whispered to herself. Her green-blue eyes traveled the patted down earth as if searching for signs of two-leg life. There was none. Fear was what most cats felt when walking along this path, as if a two-leg monster would jump out at them.
.XxX.She smirked as her paws took their own time easing their way onto the undergrowth covered thunderpath. Her legs burning with the fire that made her want to hunt the closest thing. May it be prey, two-leg or even feline. "Squirrel to my left, mouse to my right." Her eyes looked straight as she turned, ever so slowly to her left. Stepping gently that way, she kept low, hoping to catch the squirrel on the ground. She did. "If I stalker closer, I risk being heard. If I charge now, I risk having to dodge a few trees or climbing to high."

[/color] She judged her sides, and took two, slow steps forward before rushing at the squirrel. The squirrel was up the tree quickly, but she was up it right on it heels. The scream of the squirrel was it's final 'words' as Brownwhisper, brought her jaws down on the squirrel's neck, snapping it. She was climbing down when she notice a flash of movement below. "Who's there?" She asked in her normal whisper.
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Spottedpelt

Sunlight shone through the tree branches just above two spotted ears. The sun left streaks of shadows along the forest floor, causing the woods to look even more dangerously beautiful. A sleak spotted she cat padded through the forest, hoping to catch more prey than what she had. She had been so distant lately. Her mind clouded and foggy with thoughts of the last Gathering, of Scar'a. He had never been to a gathering until that night, Shadowclan had finally started to trust him. She remembered walking up to him, his face twisting with hate.
"Sc... Poisoncry please..." the scene replayed painfully in her mind. Poisoncry's fur fluffed out.
"Back off Tayla! oh wait its Spottedpelt now isnt it?" Poisoncry snickered in her face, then retreated turning his back on her. Spottedpelt had never been so hurt, her own brother hated her. Spottedpelt shook her head, her mind refocusing in the present. She hated the kittypet blood in her. She looked around, these trees, this forest, Thunderclan had become her home. Even so, many cats wouldnt let her live it down, they still called her Tayla, her old kittypet name. They did the same to Poisoncry and Falconwing.
She sighed and continued on toward the Thunderpath, hoping she would have better luck there. The forest was silent, a claming silent. A light breeze tingled through her fur, and blew through the leaves abover her head. The leaves shimmered with delight, whispering their secrets to the whole forest, and whatever lay beyond it. Spottedpelt lifted her nose, as a strong scent of mouse hit her nose. She dropped into a hunters crouch and pivioted her ears, pinpointing the location of the mouse. She quickly pounced and killed the prey with a good strong blow. Suddenly she heard rustling above her head, she froze instantly, her fur standing on end. 'it may just be a squirrel' Spottedpelt thought. Then she reconized Brownwhispers voice.

Who's there?

Spottedpelt relaxed and gave her chest a quick lick to smooth her ruffled fur. "Its Spottedpelt! who are you?" she asked in a playful tone.

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[,, CHISA ,,]

'Spottedpelt... oh yes the past kitty-pet.' A smile on the she-cat's lips as she looked over the spotted she-cat with a curious glance. "Brownwhisper," Brownwhisper whispered to the she-cat again, pawing at her prey as soon as she jumped to the ground below. "Don't you remember, Spottedpelt?" She understood how Spottedpelt was called by her kitty-pet name. Like Spottedpelt, Brownwhisper too had been a kitty-pet, but only by blood. "Out for a bit of peace and quiet, or hunting?" She asked her smile warm, friendly. "Or do you pepher Tayla, I my self like the name." A softer smile on her lips as she glanced up into the trees. Unlike other Thunderclan cats, who were muscled build for stalking, she was build for jumping, something she learned when she had to jump frences as a little kit. Chisa had been her name, a name she loved more then anything in the world. It was her, a part of her that she would be proud to hold onto, but now she was proud of her new name. Thinking back she wondered if she was being rude and tryed to sound a little happier. "If it... makes you feel any better, Spottedpelt, you may make fun of my name," She paused and thought for a moment. "It was Chisa." She wasn't sure if the younger she-cat knew that Brownwhisper, herself, was a past kitty-pet.

(sorry, I fell out of touch with Brownwhisper. my muse for her and Thornmask are like dead -.- evil evil meany Mudd de la Muse.)

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<sub>Spottedpelt purred with delight as Brownwhisper reached her level down on the ground. "Of course i remember! I was just messing with you" she meowed playfully. Spottedpelt had always liked Brownwhisper, she wasnt as crazy or mean as some of her clanmates. Spottedpelt noticed that she had caught the squirrel nicely, she also noticed how she had climbed out of the tree will ease. Meaning she had climbed up the tree with ease. Spottedpelt knew she couldnt do that, not even if she tried. "Nice catch" she said, looking down at her pitiful mouse. 'at least it will feed someone' she thought.

or do you prefur Tayla, i myself like the name...

Tayla

Spottedpelts head snapped up at the sound of her old name. Her jaw clenched, she didnt think that Brownwhisper knew her kittypet name... 'of course she did, everyone does.' she thought, picturing her two brothers telling others about the names. "Actully in ThunderClan i prefur Spottedpelt." she said, pawing at the ground. "I did like the name, but now it just reminds me of Scar... i mean Poisoncry." Spottedpelt could not remeber if Brownwhisper had been at the last gathering, and if she had whether or not she knew of the whole ordeal with her Shadowclan brother.

Spottedpelt had heard rumors that Brownwhisper was a past kittypet, but she was always unsure of the actually truth. She had always wanted to ask but she knew it was really none of her business. Now she knew. 'Chisa' she thought. It was a pretty name, she liked it. Spottedpelt smiled at Brownwhisper. "No." she sighed "It wouldnt make me feel better to make fun of you. I dont like being made fun of, it wouldnt be right. Plus i do like your past name its pretty." she thought for a moment then continued on causiously. "so, when did you leave your twolegs?"

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Of course i remember! I was just messing with you. Brownwhisper gave a small shy smile as the she-cat spoke to her. Nice catch.

[/s] Brownwhisper purred softly and nodded to Spottedpelt's catch. That's a nice catch as well Spottedpelt. She watch the she-cat tense up. Brownwhisper flicked the slightest but calmed quicky. Actually in Thunderclan, I prefur Spottedpelt. Nodding, Brownwhisper understood and didn't need to know about the rest. She parted her jaws to calm the younger she-cat when she spoke finally. No.[/color] She then sighed, Brownwhisper followed suit. It wouldn't make me feel better to make fun of you. I don't like being made fun of, it wouldn't be right. Plus I do like your past name it's pretty.[/s] Brownwhisper nodded. My father gave it to me...[/b] She stared off looking deeply troubled but snapped out of it at Spottedpelt's next question.

So when did you leave your two-legs? Brownwhisper was taken back by the question. No cat had ever asked her that. I wasn't fully an apprentice of Thunderclan untill my ninth moon. I left my owners when I was 7 moons old, before they could give me away. Pure hatred in her voice as her muscles tensed. I was teased like you are right now, for being a kitty-pet, but after my first battle it was stopped. A small smile on the she-cat's lips as she turned to Spottedpelt. But I'm proud of where I came from, so it didn't bother me... much.[/color] Her words stung a soar spot in her. She then chose to question the she-cat before her. I loved climbing frences and which made me a great climber... what about you?[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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That's a nice catch as well Spottedpelt.

Spottedpelt shrugged at the she cats kind complement, but Spottedpelt knew that her mouse would barely feed one cat. Spottedpelt began to groom her fur as Brownwhisper continued to talk.

My father gave it to me...

Spottedpelt nodded, this she had in common with Brownwhisper, this entire subject. She had remembered being a small kit when her mothers two leg kits named her and her two brothers. She had two sisters as well, but mother had named them. Peaches and Cream, she remembered, but they had been taken away at an early age. "My mother sorta named me... well the two leg kits named me Tayla from something they watched in this picture box they had." she purred. Spottedpelt couldnt believe how easily she could talk to Brownwhisper about this. "My mother liked the name and decited she would keep it. Though she did change my brothers, not according to him though." she narrowed her eyes as she thought of Scar'a, and how he had liked his name to begin with, and never kept the name, Scores, that our mother had changed it to.

I wasn't fully an apprentice of Thunderclan untill my ninth moon. I left my owners when I was 7 moons old, before they could give me away.
I was teased like you are right now, for being a kitty-pet, but after my first battle it was stopped.
But I'm proud of where I came from, so it didn't bother me... much.
I loved climbing frences and which made me a great climber... what about you?

Spottedpelt nodded, truely paying attention to what Brownwhisper told her, hoping there was hints of advise for her in those words. "My brothers and i left when we were each five moons old. We all ran into a Border patrol of both thunderclan and Shadowclan. Wraith and i like the forest and liked the attitudes of the Thunderclan patrol but Scar'a liked the cold hearted ways of Shadowclan" she paused to see if Brownwhisper had fallen asleep yet. "I am also proud of where i come from but, i cant seem to be accepted for who i am." Spottedpelt hesitated. Her silver orbs flicked downward and she scrunched her eyes, in anger. But she cooled off quickly. Spottedpelt wanted a change in topics, she didnt want the pain at the moment. she looked back up smirking. "So you got an eye for any toms?" she purred out the question.

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