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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 15, 2011 22:58:13 GMT -5
Smith shook his head. "No, I lefted on my own." he meowed. As he looked at Eliza in the eyes, he saw a sence of powerful aura behind them. "Five years ago, I was known as Blackstripe of BreezeClan. Back then, our leader told us not to go near the Thunderpath, but I didn't listen. I was chasing prey over it one day, and then, it happen." Smith closed it his eyes as merioes came flooding back, the smell of blood, the pain in his leg, and the sound of the monster leaving him there to die. "Luckly, my owner found me, and took me to the vet. But as for my leg...it couldn't be save. I feared that my clanmates would shun me for doinf something so stupid. So, I became a kittypet, and acttacped the name Smith. But I would never, ever foreget BreezeClan, the clan that was my home."
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 15, 2011 23:03:04 GMT -5
Eliza stared at the older cat in awe. "Wow.... and you didn't ever say goodbye to your clan... and your family?" she asked, curling her paws under her body as she relaxed and listened carefully. It was like listening to her grandfather back when she was a kit.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 15, 2011 23:13:29 GMT -5
Smith bowed his head as Eliza mentioted his family. "I was never able to. I was leaving my clan, my friends, my family...inclouding Tornpaw, my son." meowed the old tom, looking up at the sky. "Every day, I pray to StarClan that he would never meet a fate simlier to mine."
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 16, 2011 18:04:41 GMT -5
Eliza sorry for the old tom. He'd lost much more than his leg when the truck hit em. Wait.... Tornpaw.... in Breezeclan... The familiar features... No way... "Hey, how old would Tornpaw be now?" she asked, twitching her tailtip.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 16, 2011 18:42:56 GMT -5
Smith raised an eyebrow when Eliza asked how old his son was. "I don't know why you asked that, but by the way time has passed...I say he's around 35 moons at this age." Smith meowed, scratching an ichy spot behind his ear.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 16, 2011 18:59:49 GMT -5
Eliza's heart leaped. "That's how old Tornshadow is.... " She mewled. "Is it possible that Tornshadow's your son?" she asked, looking a bit closer at the older tom.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 16, 2011 19:21:22 GMT -5
The old tom frowned as he thought that over. "I don't know." Smith finally meowed, straighting himself in a better sitting postation. "Its been so long since I've abounded BreezeClan...I've almost foregot what my own son looks like!"
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 16, 2011 19:29:28 GMT -5
Eliza started describing him "A big muscular brown tabby with piercing blue eyes. His really fluffy." she said, her pelt growing a little hot remembering him. She also felt a pang of sadness, she didn' get to say goodbye to him before he left.
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Post by Wolfstorm on Aug 18, 2011 0:46:23 GMT -5
Smith had his green eyes closed, his whole body still. For three full mintutes, he sat like that, looking like a painted stague of a cat. Finally, the eldery black-and-white tom looked up, a smile spreading across his face. "I think my son made the right choice for picking you as a mate." Smith meowed, licking his lips.
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Post by fatalisexpiriment on Aug 18, 2011 1:11:14 GMT -5
Eliza perked her ears and flushed. "R-really? I think I'm just a bother to him..." she said, looking down at her shuffling paws. "Thank you though... mister Smith." she was happy Tornshadow's father liked her. At least that much was true.
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