it's only a crime if i get caught [wulfpack] Apr 29, 2016 4:12:32 GMT
Post by crescendo on Apr 29, 2016 4:12:32 GMT
it's only a crime
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The phrase “in hindsight” was not something Laurelpaw was entirely unfamiliar with. In fact, he was very acquainted with it. You could say that Laurelpaw and those few words were close friends, possibly even dating, maybe a little married. They were a somewhat overused mantra when it came to Laurelpaw, and he wasn’t the sort that was apt to actually ignore that they were somewhat overused. It was with some chagrin that he actually found himself speaking them. Or, well, screaming them—since he was running full pelt away from an extremely angry looking canine.
“In hindsight, this was a terrible idea!” Laurelpaw shrieked, his voice rising into a caterwaul of genuine surprise when teeth came very close to snapping shut on the end of his tail. He charged forward, his heart thudding hard in his chest. “Hey! Don’t chew that off! I need that!”
He’d heard rumors that some dogs were actually friendly to cats—and the idea of having a canine friend had largely appealed to Laurelpaw. After all, it would likely get him loads of attention, and imagine the look of surprise on an enemy Clan’s face if he called a dog to the battlefield? Of course, it hadn’t occurred to him that a good number of dogs in the area seemed to really enjoy chasing things (this may have had a lot to do with them being herd dogs, which was admittedly a concept far beyond poor Laurelpaw’s knowledge). In any case, his foolish attempts at befriending the dog had resulted in the thing chasing him halfway across the territory.
“Do you have any idea how hard you were to even find!?” Laurelpaw shrieked, dismay flooded him as familiar bogland rose up before them. Damn! This was a terrible place to run, if he kept this up he’d be caught just by falling into the pits. But it wasn’t like he could lead the dog the other way. Nearly getting torn to pieces by a dog himself was just the sort of thing that Laurelpaw did all the time but he half-expected he’d be kicked out of the Clan if he lead it back to camp.
“Foxdungfoxdungfooooooox—WAAH!” Laurelpaw vanished suddenly—he’d found one of those puddles of water that he’d been worried about. There was a moment of stunned silence as the world was muffled by the bog water, and he kicked out for the surface in a natural attempt to continue his running—only to immediately get kicked in the head by the dog.
Stunned, the cat reeled back and then burst his head out of the water. He looked like a half-drowned rat, but the dog was sniffing around the watery area in confusion at his missing prey. Elation kicked through Laurelpaw, HA! Take THAT!
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if it gets bought
if it gets bought
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OOC: on the list of reasons laurelpaw is not yet a warrior LYRICS: 'High Hopes and Velvet Ropes" by the Cab