Van Gogh and Summerpie (Tagged)

[Ɗaisy]

Tags: Kittyoemily
Word Count: 342
Muse: Surprisingly good! XD My muse has been really dead lately

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    Van Gogh padded along the thick treeline, almost shivering.
Leaf-fall was giving a peek of the season to come. The cold wind blew straight Van Gogh with ease and most of the brightly-colored leaves that had fallen from the trees had now or were turning brown. Not to mention how it looked as if it was about to rain; the sky was gray and covered with clouds.
This was not a day that Van Gogh wanted to be walking around, looking for prey. but, hungry drew him forward.

The ginger tabby continued padded along until, CRUNCH! The sound of leaves snapping under, probably prey, 's paws. Van Gogh's ears perked up, listening. At this time of the year, even a little mouse would a good fine. 
Then, he heard more crunching, in fact, it sounded like a small animal was coming to him. Van Gogh crouched low to the ground and smelled.   
     He couldn't believe his luck; it was a rabbit, and, a rather chubby one at that.
but, the prey smelled him and took off. The chase was on, the tom ran at full speed at it. but,the rabbit ran faster , although it was full and fat, it had the lead and some good distance. 

Van Gogh was just about to give up on the chance, when the luckiest thing happened: The rabbit ran into a tree! It was knocked backwards, giving Van Gogh enough time to catch up and before it could run away, he gave the finishing blow.

Happily he picked up the limp rabbit in his jaws and began walking back in the direction he came from. So, I'll get back to my den, then maybe I will start keeping a "kill-pile" like the clans to prepare for Leaf-bare. Van Gogh planned, remembering about what his mother, who ran away from the clans, told him.

but just as he began to purr over his good luck, a scent, riding the wind, rushed past his nose: A cat was coming his way! 

 

[Kittyoemily]

~Summerpie~
Summerpie had wander away from her friends as they took their cat naps, ate, or what ever, for now Summerpie was exploring the new territory they had come across, the new cats they are likely to come across. Meeting them, sizing them up, fighting with them, talking to them, sharing stories, hunting with them, all of the things Summerpie thought of when thinking about the cats that could be located around here. So many pathways, and if one led to a fight because of her exploring so be it, Summerpie thought for this can save fall, spring and winter from having to get stuck in a fight. At this thought Summerpie had paused for a moment puffing out her chest in pride at the near thought. Oh how she loved protecting her friends.

Summerpie at that moment caught the smell of a rabbit, Summerpie gave a stretch before crouching low to the ground. Looking around she spotted the rabbit, but quickly she smelled another cat. A distance off and a lot closer to the rabbit. Summerpie smirk, she was going to play a little game of scare the rabbit away from the rabbit stealer, Summerpie knew that technically the rabbit wasn't stolen, but it was a more fun game if she could poke a reason at why she was doing it. So Summerpie started the game, first finding the direction the wind was going and then making sure that she was upwind from the rabbit, Summerpie got in a place so that the rabbit would smell her. Soon enough the rabbit fled and so did the other cat. Summerpie kneaded the ground with joy as she watched the cat run after his prey, and then Summerpie rushed after him the best she could, tripping a few times along the way, and stopping as she got a few fox lengths away from him.

Summerpie caught her breadth and then came closer to the tom a bit apprehensively, she saw that the Tom had plucked the Rabbit, Summerpie licked her lips at the thought of if she caught the Rabbit. Summerpie ran up to the Tom and crouched in a play like manor in front of him. " Hey furball, Nice rabbit" her tail waved excitedly. " you know I saw that rabbit first." Summerpie said knowing she was stretching the truth, maybe a bit too close to lying for there was no way she saw the rabbit first, tying perhaps. " I tell you what, we split it or I can fight you for it and win it." Summerpie said in a joking manor then bunched up her haunches and gave a playful jump at him, attempting to attack him but with her claws sheathed.

[ooc: Ɗaisy sorry for the real late response I had been busy when I saw the tag to begin with, but then I forgot about it D: anyways I hope this was a good intro ]

[Ɗaisy]

OOC: Kittyoemily, 

" Hey furball, Nice rabbit"  A she-cat's word rang out. A ginger-colored she-cat was hunched down in a playful manner.

Oh great, some "tough guy" type trying to hassle me for my food. Just what I need. Van Gogh thought annoyed.
The tom did his best attempt to look intimidating, which wasn't hard because of the claw-shaped hole in his ear caused by a fight with his brother many moons ago.
" You know I saw that rabbit first." The stranger said.

Van Gogh could feel himself getting angrier,
Well, considering the rabbit ran away from you and you didn't bother coming to get it, You must not of cared enough to to catch it! Or your lazy, and made a plan to steal the prey from me once I've catch it?! 
Van Gogh snarled at the she-cat, with hackles raised. He was not about to lose prey to some bratty, loudmouth she-cat. 

but, the she-cat was not fazed, for she continued, I tell you what, we split it or I can fight you for it and win it."

I don't "split" food with she-cats who insult me, and I'm not going to fight you for it! He continued, Maybe, I would share if you weren't so fox-hearted.
Van Gogh was in such a knot that he didn't even notice the joking tone in her voice.
Then, the cat playfully jumped onto him. Van Gogh dropped the rabbit in surprise.

Once on the ground, he angrily shoved her off of him, he was angry for a moment, then he looked at her and realized,
She's just playing around! She's only a young cat who's playing. Van Gogh felt like a fool for getting so angry, and warmly offered, Look, I don't need this whole rabbit, why don't we share it? Like you said? I'm sorry for pushing you so hard off of me. Van Gogh offered to help her up with a twitch of his tail. 

[Kittyoemily]

Summerpie had succesfully tackled the Tom and was going to happily praise herself for the great tackle but the Tom in front of her had thrown her off before she could. Summerpie a little hurt with embarressment and thinking  it was rather harsh and so her claws came out and her fur started to bristle ready to retaliate. Ready to fight for real, but saw the cats ear that had a hole in it, and so her fur quickly flattened and her claws came back in. Now Summerpie was fairly interested in the story of how that ear came to be. Such a handsome cat Summerpie thought quickly for a second, and then in her thoughts she heard the Tom quickly turn his own attitude. The Tom had apologized and even offered to split the rabbit with her. Summerpie blushed and suddenly felt a bit hot even though the air was more on the cool side. Summerpie then decided to play hard to get or at least allow the cat to know that Summerpie was not a weak cat, no she wouldn't just give in after he was being aggressive. " well I am glad that you see it my way but... " Summerpie licked her paw in a arrogant way. " I don't need your pity, I want the whole rabbit or you will have to deal with me" Summerpie couldn't hide her joking tone in the second statement, In fact she started to chuckle at that. Summerpie gave the Tom a quick smirk and a strong purr came up from her throat. " of course fur ball why would I start a fight with such a moody kitty like you" Summerpie teased and then went to go and attempt to playfully attack the Tom again. ( Ooc on tablet xd so a  bit short Ɗaisy)

[Ɗaisy]

OOC: Kittyoemily sorry for the short reply, my muse has returned to normal

Van Gogh felt a little hurt that she called him moody and a furball, but he kept it hidden.
The she-cat continued to joke roughly with him. She threaten to fight but then let out a chuckle.
This cat getting on my last nerves.
She called him a furball, then tried to play fight with him again. This time, however, he was ready and dodged the attack and got the upper hand. He was now on top of her. He playfully (a little seriously) he swatted her on the head with his paw(claws retracted)
Well fine, then I think I'll take my chances and deal with you. He flashed a smile and said, My name is Van Gogh, what's yours?

[Kittyoemily]

Summerpie reached out her sheathed paws and was so close to tackling him to the ground when he dodged her attack and she came tumbling to the ground. Summerpie was about to spring up and take a rebound attack when he pinned her to the ground and started to swat at her head playfully, and playfully Summerpie attempted to swat back all with a purr growing even louder. This was the most fun she had in a while. Then he says that he would take his chances and this made Summerpie laugh loudly. Summerpie grinned even more when she caught his smile. Something about the smile made Summerpie's stomach feel funny and her smile get bigger. It was a genuinely nice smile, and Summerpie didn't know why.

Finally she heard his name and him asking her for her own name and Summerpie quickly answered with " your name is nice, fur ball but I like calling you furr ball, fur ball " and a small pur escaped at this" but I really like the name Summerpie which is the name of yours truly " Summerpie said a bit slower than she usually speaks for she was caught looking into van gogh's eyes.  Suddenly she had the urge to get off of the ground " now let me go fur ball  or you will receive the wrath of Summerpie " she said loudly and with pride.

Ooc :  Ɗaisy  yeah xd same 

[Ɗaisy]

   OOC: I added in some action!

   Van Gogh joked, Oh man, this cat is serious! He pretended to be scared and jumped off of her.

Just as he started to laugh a thought tumbled into his head, they had tumbled so far away, that they didn't even notice...

The ginger tabby's eyes widened, The rabbit!

The prey was being carried away by a badger, who probably had the same plans as Van Gogh did earlier. 

He turned to Summerpie and exclaimed, Come on, let's get it!

He sprang into action after the badger, who was snarling as it hurried away. Van Gogh was pretty far back, but he had no plans of letting that fat badger eat his hard work and if anything, he was going to have to make room for a badger in his "kill-pile."

[Kittyoemily]

Summerpie
Summerpie puffed out her chest " you better bet I am serious furball, and you better run." Summerpie yelled as van gogh got off of her and she sprang to her feet with a big grin on her face.Summerpie then joined in with  Van gogh's laughter, which made her laugh even harder, for it didnt take much for him to warm up to him and vice versa. Then his eyes widened, and Summerpie suddenly became confused until he shouted " The rabbit." Summerpie's mouth dropped and looked to see a badger neandering away from them, with Van gogh's rabbit.  Summerpie went off with him with a quick nod and a reply " This should be fun." but really summerpie was a bit apprehensive although ready to fight, having to run would be fairly difficult for her. For she just started to like this Van gogh cat and didnt really want to mess up their friendship by looking like a fool and tripping, but she followed anyways careful not to trip. " Wait up furball" Summerpie yelled trying to keep up, but sadly failing since she also was trying to make sure she did not fall face to the ground. Summerpie was falling behind, but they both were almost to the badger, persistent on  proving to van gogh that she could run fast, Summerpie picked up the pace. Faster and faster, and she was getting so close to the badger and even closer to Van Gogh, but with out paying attention to the ground, she did not see the big branch on the ground, and before she knew it she was tumbling to the ground. "UGH!" she yelled as she fell. 

[Ɗaisy]

Van Gogh heard Summerpie yell UGH, and stopped. He rushed to her side and helped her up. Are you okay?
He didn't care if he was letting the badger get away, he wanted to make sure that Summerpie was OK.
We can always track the badger to it's den and get it there. Who knows? It might have more stolen food.
He smiled and decided that he wasn't going to tease her about falling. The ginger tabby didn't want to make her feel bad.
His tail twitched with anticipation as he asked, So, where do you stay? Maybe we should find that badger and rabbit and go back to your den?
The breeze picked up and blew straight threw Van Gogh, he shivered.

[Kittyoemily]

Summerpie looked up to see Van gogh standing in front of her. Summerpie blushed even as her whiskers twitched from embarrassment at him seeing her on the ground. Summerpie got up and licked her chest fur to get rid of the dirt and disguise the embarressment she felt for her self right now. Van gogh was very nice about having to lose the badger in order to look back at her clumsy self to see if she was alright. This just made Summerpie feel even worse. Then Summerpie felt real odd when he asked where she stayed. Summerpie and her friends were wanderers, never really staying in a place for too long, besides Summerpie wanted to keep this little adventure to herself. Van gogh to herself... Summerpie tried to laugh it off. " You know furball." She said trying to rub the tip of her against van gogh's body. " Instead of sweet talking me by offering to go to my den, do me a favor and catch up to me as I go get our rabbit back from that badger, and in exchange we can go to your den." she said rambunctiously and She purred at the last part as she started to run up to follow the scent path of where the badger headed off to, but at a moderately slow pace, afraid to fall again.
[00c: Ɗaisy sorry for the really late reply back, I have been busy.