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Post by Rain on Jun 29, 2005 11:41:27 GMT -5
Eastern Territory
The eastern group are rather caring and generous. They are trusting as a whole and many have respect for their willingness to work things out rather than fighting. These cats may not be this way individually, but together they are trusting and understanding. This group needs an understanding and trusting leader. Please reply if you are interested.
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Post by Dragon on Jul 5, 2005 16:51:12 GMT -5
Now that I know what your looking for after reading Alcatraz's post, I'd like to re-write my application for King of the Eastern Territory.
Alone again. He was alone. His cloudy blue eyes were closed, and he seemed to be deep in thought. But he was not. He opened one eye slowly. At first it was too dark to see. But then his eyes began to adjust to the light, and he saw grey. He blinked, but there was still nothing but grey. Soon his mind began to clear and he remembered where he was. He turned his head slowly and saw a bright summer morning. The sun blazing down at him made him blink, and turn away again. Was he ready to face the world that he had just escaped a few hours ago again? It seemed like he had to. The white cat sighed deeply and stood, stretching his stiff muscles. He turned to face what some would call a beautiful morning. It was just another thing he had to do, it seemed, to live through another day. The cat's mind suddenley cleared completley, and he was horrified at the thoughts he was having. He pushed them away and trotted out of the cave, finally ready to go. His throat was quite dry this morning, so he headed for the pond.
Before he had even gotten half way, a familiar scent reached his nose. He stopped, unable to resist the tantalizing odour of rabbit. He crouched down and followed the smell until the rabbit was in sight. It was obvious that the rabbit was unaware of his presence. He paused for a moment. What a fabulous hunter I must be! he thought suddenley. The young cat flicked his ear annoyedly. Where were these strange thoughts coming from? Did he belong in the Northern Territory after all? Remembering what he was doing, the young cat focused his attention on the rabbit. He would have to act quickly, because the rabbit was slowly hopping away. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and pounced, ready to kill. Unfortunatley, he missed. A horrified look crept across his face, mixed with embarassment. He glad no other cat had seen that. The rabbit was fat and slow, and had only just started to run. Swiftly recovering from the mishap, He leaped on the rabbit. This time satisfaction was his and killed it easily. He lay down in the dirt, trying to understand why he had missed the rabbit. Was he losing his touch? He hoped not. Was he troubled? He'd been troubled ever since he had become a loner, but that had never stopped him from hunting before. Maybe he was worried? Well, the strange thoughts he was having were worrying him a bit. That was probably it.
Upon finishing the rabbit, the cat continued to the pond. This time, he was not held up. When he reached his destination, he stared at the water for a few moments. He had always been satisfied with his appearance. He didn't think of himself as handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. He thought of some of the cats he had known.One of his best friends when he was a kitten was horribly ugly. From the day he had been born he had been deformed, and many cats had stayed away from him because of it, as though they thought it was contagous. the cat, who had been known as Trance there had been smarter than that, though he was younger. He knew that the kitten was a good person, and besides, Trance had just thought that some cats looked like that. One day, the other cat had gone missing. No one had really cared. The cat had never come back. Everyone believed he was dead except for Trance, who somehow knew he had found something better, a place where he was accepted. Trance was always thinking like that.
Now he was Dragon, not Trance. Dragon would not have settled for just thinking he knew the truth. He would make sure that he knew the truth. He felt as though it was his 'duty' to find the truth. It seemed the truth always helped, no matter how hurtful it could sometimes be. Knowing is often better than wondering. But not always. Dragon knew when to give up. At least, he thought he did. Someone always seemed to keep going, and they would make things better. This used to make Dragon angry, until he learned the he can't always be the hero. And he rarely was. But hey, life's tough. Live with it.
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Post by Rain on Jul 5, 2005 17:07:20 GMT -5
Okies! We have a king for the eastern territory! Congrats Dragon!
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Post by Dragon on Jul 5, 2005 18:27:08 GMT -5
Yay! *tears of joy* I'm important!
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