chasing wind [ private rc border post ]

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@Spider.

Following the whim of an adventuresome spirit that morning, Ceri bounds down a hill without regard for anything but living freely. The air pumping through his lungs burned fiercely, but stars was it good! Every deep heaving breath raked its fiery claws through the calico's throat and chest, gutting him over and over again. His limbs screamed, utterly repulsed by the forced exercise he'd been putting himself through since sunrise. But Ceri's eyes, oh his eyes were like blazing stars of molten gold! And his maw split wide in a grin that was augmented by the heavy panting he was doing. To fly through the world like he was born with wings on his back! To be free! To...!

A boulder- No, a rock- But truly, a pebble of all things... A pebble it is, the villain to bring this cat's soul-searing sprint to an end.

The scene unfolds before Ceri as though the world were suddenly caught a time-warping slow down. Pebble kiss toe. Toe crunch down. Claw catch bean. Bean go ow! Leg fold at elbow. Chin hit ground. Shoulder wrench. Back shoot up. Hind-quarters-over-head. Rogue flip over. Skid to stop. Scene One End.

Ceri lets out a loud groan as he lies there quite still for the first time in ages. Screwing his eyes shut, the tom lets the woes of life wash over him. Pain... His entire leg was in pain! And his poor, beautiful chin! Oh no, he was probably hideously filthy now! Scrabbling his three useful legs in the air, the cat begins to move to flip himself right-side-up, pushing to a standing stance and staring at the ground for a heartbeat. Well, well, well...

Snapping his head up, he looks around and scowls. Where the living Hell was he? Tail sweeping side to side, the calico begins to limp off in some direction, barely noting the scent of foul, sun-baked fish and swampy air that washes over him.

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35|Riverclan|she/her

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PlumShade had walked along outside of the camp alone like she often did the warrior didn't mind being alone much but she also didn't mind company the day was okay it was cloudy as the sun came and go quickly maybe a storm would brew within the clouds or maybe a light rain she signed walking down a dirt path as she heard something fall and tumble down followed by a groan her fur prickled slightly as her ears turned up sharply locating the sound, she sniffed the fishy air smelling a unfamiliar scent one not of any clan most likely a loner or rouge she moved into the shadows creeping forward at the sound she hunkered her round body in a bush low to the ground, the warrior saw a cat on the ground I seemed as if they hurt their leg she watched them hope up limping slightly as the loner started to turn away PlumShade spoke her voice loud and firm " Hey! she called out stepping out of her hiding spot she stood with a strong poster the warrior spoke again " This is riverclan territory Im going to have to ask you to leave " she ordered the brown loner if the cat decided to attack she would be ready if not she wished they would leave peacefully

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• Ceri •
rogue | 30-smth Moons | Male | Flaming Homo

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This was supid. This whole... Solo parade party celebration of nothing was stupid! Ceri stomps his three good paws and his one very not good paw across the soggy territory, fuming. He would have gone back to pick that pebble up, had he remembered where it was. He'd have picked it up and hurled it as far as one cat could... Hurl anything, really. Which to a cat was probably far enough- But we, we know otherwise. Anyway, the rogue was pouty about getting himself into a bad situation. And bad situations had a tendency to get worse if one wasn't careful.

The slender rogue takes no notice- absolutely none- of the warrior who hid in the brush nearby. Not until it was too late, and the wheels of fate turned against him, as they tended to do for fun. Freezing in his tracks at the cat's proclamation of land and ownership, Ceri lifts a sharpening gaze to Plumshade and narrows his eyes. Who was this, and why did she think she was in a position to tell him where he dare not tread?! The tom does not slow, and instead quite happily works to shrink the distance between himself and this Clan cat. A grin splits his lips, and throwing his head back, he laughs boisterously. "No one tells me where I go or can't go," Ceri crows. The calico's eyes glint as he lowers his head back down- Ducking, really, and inspecting Plumshade rather closely. "I'm free to go where I please, thank you. I suggest you let me, pretty thing."

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@Spider.