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Post by icyreflections on Jul 18, 2012 8:29:30 GMT -5
The thief looked to Marshall, noticing him for the first time. A startled look crept into his gaze as he saw the amour the tom before him wore and the large sword that stuck out from over his shoulder. He wanted to back away and run as he realized that the guard was protecting the skinny young tom before him but the thief was stupid and decided to straighten up, puff out his chest, and challenge Marshall instead.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked, flashing an equally icy gaze in Marshall’s direction. He scoffed and looked back to Oshe, “what, did you bring your big brother along to hold your paw? Were you afraid of getting lost, ickle bickle? Or did you think he could help you in case the big bad bullies took your schillings?”
Oshe trembled under the thief’s gaze and fidgeted with his paws. “I uh-” he began, but he was too frightened and embarrassed to continue. His face was so hot he though he had burst into flames and he began to shrink more and more into his large cloak. The majority of his head had already sunken into the collar and only the top of his head and large ears were visible.
The thief laughed at Oshe’s timid nature and threw the book up and down casually, not really caring if he dropped in on the ground or ripped or bent one of the pages.
“I’d rethink about that compensation, mate. There’s no telling WHAT could happen if I don’t get want I ask for,” he smirked dangerously, his eyes glinting back to Marshall.
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mysterykitten
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 18, 2012 10:42:15 GMT -5
"I happen to be a legionary soldier, first class, and I know the shades pretty well, and I also know your face." Marshall growled, his lips curling up in the beginning of a snarl. He hated when he had to be like this, but he would do as he must to get the young tom's book back.
The soldier flashed his teeth in a dark grin, holding out a paw. "Why don't you just give me the book back, and I'll forget this whole thing ever happened."
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Post by icyreflections on Jul 24, 2012 17:08:29 GMT -5
Oshe fidgeted nervously as the tensions between the two cats grew. He wanted his book back but he was fearful of the consequences should a battle break out in the middle of a crowded street. He looked around at the hoards of cats, everyone seemed to understand the conflict that locked the three cats together and made an effort to steer clear of any sort of violence though their natural curiosity made them stare and linger about the area. Oshe didn’t like being gawked at and he certainly didn’t want these cats to get hurt. He fidgeted nervously underneath his robes, wracking his brains for the best possible solution to the situation.
Meanwhile, the thief grinned cheekily at the legionary guard and tossed the book casually into the air and caught it with his paw and few times as he purred, “If you want this book- you’re going to have to come over here and pry it from my paws. I ain’t leaving here without something valuable- a cat’s gotta eat, you know.” He turned to a side strategically and his cloak fell open slightly to reveal the glimmer of a thin-bladed dagger.
Oshe noticed that the cat’s free paw hovered to his belt and saw the concealed dagger underneath his robes. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get the book back without a fight or paying the thief and he could feel his heart grow heavy with dread. A fight was the last thing he wanted and though he knew that the thief thin blade was no match for Marshal’s large sword, Oshe assumed that the dagger was either tipped with a poison or used as a conductor for an electrical attack- no thief would challenge a Marshall this boldly with such a puny weapon unless they had some other hidden motive that made them feel confident.
The thief removed his cloak and tossed it behind him onto the ground. He threw the book on top of his robes and glared back at Marshall, his dangerous dagger grasped in his paws. “Come on,” he growled, “let’s go.”
It was now clear that he was trying to assert his dominance of the situation and Oshe suddenly felt faint. All this for some gold? What was the matter with some cats? Oshe wasn’t stupid- he knew there were cats less fortunate than himself but really, why fight in the middle of the festival? And why did it have to be HIM? Of all the terrible things that could have happened- Oshe had to get his book stolen. At least he had Marshall. Oshe glanced at him with wide, fearful eyes. He didn’t want him to get hurt but at the same time he was the only cat here with the ability to fight. All Oshe knew how to do was… Wait. Maybe that was it!
Oshe tugged at Marshall’s arm and murmured, “M-marshall there are s-so m-m-many cats here. I c-can’t s-stand by and w-watch th-them get i-injured. A fight would be t-t-too d-dangerous. But perhaps I can distract him l-long enough for you to get the b-book.” He lowered his voice until is was naught but a whisper, “I can c-c-cast f-fire spells and c-cr-create barriers. I could m-make his f-fur smoke and p-protect you.”
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mysterykitten
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Post by mysterykitten on Jul 30, 2012 8:31:45 GMT -5
"You're really going to regret saying that." Marshall growled at the thief, and was just about to grab his sword off of his back when Oshe gave the suggestion. Looking around, he saw the circle the was placed around the three cats. Putting the paw back at his side, he replied, though it didn't even look like he was talking, cause his mouth wasn't moving, a little trick he learned in his 2nd Class days. "Well, go on then, I really don't want to see this cat for any longer..." The soldier waited for the small tom to make a move.
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