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Roleplay: Kyra - Abel
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Abel: Buried belly deep in snow, the smaller tom cat found his task more difficult than expected. Scraping away the thick layer of white had taken three turns more than he’d originally thought, and the effort had left his limbs sore. It was a lot of work to put in for a risk, but prey was scarce, and any chance was better than none.
Kyra: Walking along the stream, the pale scarred she-cat unconsciously ended up going into the Southern Pheasant Woods. It has been a season since the incident with a Black-Shadow that she now holds a deep guilt deep inside her. "Hmph, much snow and no powers. Its just pathetic that there is no powers, hardly make it through my daily life like this!" Talking to no one in particular the pale scarred warrior of Water Tribe let out an annoyed growl.
Abel: His ear flicked at the guttural complaint and he rose slowly at the sound of the approaching cat. The stranger was far enough away for him to slip away unnoticed; from the sound of it, this cat was not in the mood for any kind of conversation. Still, curiosity got the better of him, and the Air-Triber sank silently in the wrong direction.
Blue eyes watched from behind a lone birch as she picked her way along the stream. The gray tom felt a tingle of charm when he caught sight of the scar slashing through her shoulder - this she-cat had a story to tell.
Kyra: Letting out a hiss, the pale scarred Water Triber lashed out at the powdery snow that fluttered in the air with the snow that fell from the sky. Pathetic, just pathetic! Fur bristling in anger, Kyra stopped and turned towards the mostly frozen river and looked at it being at such longing to walk on the water once again. The effort of doing everything by hand/paw made the Water Tribe warrior become more tired recently. Fishing and all that was more difficult since before she was able to stand on the water quickly and jump in, and now she just had to do the old fashion way. "Ugh!" Slamming her paws to the ground as if she could summon ice shards like she use to. Just as the wind blew in her direction, she caught a strong scent of an Air Tribe cat and immediately she got up with fur bristling. Great! I don't need a stupid Air Tribe cat in my presence when I'm at a disadvantage!
Abel: All common sense told him to agree leave when her fur began to stand. He did not want to scuffle in the cold today, and this she-cat had an obvious temper. Her blows would be quick and hot-blooded; he reasoned that once she got started, there would be no sheathing of her claws until his backside was shredded. Instead of retreating, he let his mouth squeeze out quiet words. ”Didn’t mean no disrespect.”
Kyra: Glaring at the tom suspiciously, Kyra bared her teeth as she snarled and started to draw herself closer to the tom. Claws unsheathed, the Water Tribe she-cat spoke "Speak up! You're not a kit!" Raising her voice to something of authority, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat started to get a grasp of what tribe he is from. "Either you've been thriving in Air Tribe territory to pick up on their scent or you're an Air Tribe tom..." Pausing, Kyra stood tall as if she was intimidating the tom in which she was kind of doing to simply make sure he knows his place. "So which one is it, Mouse?"
Abel: He stood his ground as the she-cat approached. From the way she was throwing hisses and insults around, it was clear that the Air-Tribe tom was not the source of her anger; she was simply taking it out on what was available. If he was moved by her advances and taunts, it would only encourage the behavior. Coon is the same way.
“My name is Frog.”His voiced remained calm but reached a firm volume. “And I don’t take what don’t belong to me.”
Kyra: Letting out a snort, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat backed up to give them space. "Hmph, Frog? More like a damn mouse, Mouse." Keeping her stance tall she knew that intimidating him wasn't really working, but she still kept on due to many reasons. Glaring at him, she tilted her head to the side a bit and took in the data of how the tom looked. Small, but also well built. Hmph, if this tom ever makes any sudden aggressive movement, it'll be an easy win! A slight sly smile managed to break the snarling look though the tone of her voice remained as it is- much aggressive and authority. "You don't take what doesn't belong to you? Hmm, so you're from Air Tribe..." How interesting, another air head in my presence. Just my luck for the winter season!
Abel: ”Yes.” He felt a rush of relief as the she-cat’s aggression dropped, but he dare not let it show. The smile was an odd match with the harshness of her voice - he wasn’t completely convinced she wouldn’t still strike - but at least it was a start. Taking a deep breath, the spotted tom drew in her scent. Light floral notes danced on her tongue, yet it was the rush of cold that told of the stranger’s home. “You’re from Water-Tribe.”
Kyra: Such a sly smile soon faded away as her expression changed into a scowl. Of course, and if I had my abilities I would strike a damn shard of ice at you for just being at my presence! Idiotic events that had to happen to cause me to be careful on what I say and do. Clearing her throat, her tone slightly became more solemn than aggressive. "Correct, though its pointless to be called a Water Tribe she-cat if there is no abilities. I feel like a damn exile just because of this!" Looking towards the water longingly, Kyra couldn't help but miss the wetness of the water on her paws when she walked on it.
Abel: The “damn exile” comment stung, and his blue eyes blinked once in response, but he allowed himself to feel sympathy for the she-cat. It was impossible not to when the sadness broke through the rage as she looked at the water. He could easily dismiss the Water-Tribe as mourning for something that plenty of cats lived without, for fearing a harder life, yet over his short time in the tribes revealed that their powers were more than just something that made life easier.
He walked past the gray tabby, careful to give her a wide berth, and placed a paw on the ice.
Kyra: Letting out a deep breath, Kyra's ears flicked at the sound of paw steps walking by. "What the hell are you doing Mouse?" Tone rising to a more aggressive sounding, the Water Tribe warrior got up and started to take the defensive. He's going to pull an attack, I just know it! Watching him closely she took noticed of the tom's paws on the water... "W-" Stopping, Kyra tilted her head a little to the side until she moved towards the water. "Frozen..." Keeping her claws unsheathed, the Water Tribe she-cat started to slowly make her way onto the frozen lake of Cat's Eye. Looking down at her paws, the scarred Water Triber murmured, "Oh how I missed the feeling of standing on water."
Abel: A smile twitched across his muzzle. Reminding her had been the goal, and he was glad to see her achieve it without attacking him. “It’s still there. It’s just changed.”
Kyra: Claws lightly raking against the ice, Kyra let out a content purr. Almost like water, but clearly not like it... but I sure do miss the feeling! Turning towards the tom, the Water Tribe she-cat spoke, "Say Mouse, have you ever wondered what it was like being a primary Water Tribe cat?"
Abel: He let the insulting nickname pass, seeing as there seemed to be a touch of warmth in it not. The gray tom had grown up on his mother’s stories of the tribes, yet they had been broken and vague when it came to the exact details of their powers. Water had been so scarce on the wastes that their powers had been the most alien. ”Yes.”
Kyra: Tension in her aggressive state faded, the feeling of knowing that she was standing on water- sort of was quite calming-relaxing to her. "Come on, join me." With such a tone now more relaxed in a way, Kyra beckoned for the tom to come deeper into the frozen lake. "One of the abilities of a primary Water Triber is that it gives us the abilities to walk on water. So really we don't have to go through the difficulties of swimming every now and then."
Abel: Anxious of the mood change that his refusal might bring, the spotted tom complied with the she-cat’s request. He advanced on the ice cautiously, waiting for a dreaded crack or shift of the surface under-paw. The former exile had collected numerous skills during his life outside the tribes, but he had never learned the art of swimming. If he fell in now, it would be the end of him.
Even water-tribers aren’t much of a fan, the tom thought with a sense of dark amusement. With his mind still focused on the fragile crust, he could only offer a lame nod of agreement.
Kyra: Walking on the ice with hardly any worries, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat stopped to look behind her to see the anxious tom. "Hmph, its not going to break Mouse. I have confidence that we'll be able to get to that island." Indicating to Cats Eye island in which the Water Tribe warrior continued her way to the snow covered island. Hopefully... She thought as she heard cracks every few steps she took.
Abel: This girl is crazy. he thought as inched after her. The ice bit into his pink pads, turning them a raw red after only a few paces. Didn’t plan on dying this way. Taking a deep breath, he nodded towards the island. ”You been there?”
Kyra: Continuing at a slow pace just incase the tom behind her fell, she spoke as they neared the island. "I've watched the island from a distance, but haven't really been on the island." Kyra let out a snort as she heard the breathing sound from behind her. "Shit Mouse. Just chill, if you keep acting like a mouse I'll end up smacking some sense into you."
Abel: He let it pass, but pushed his pace forward all the same. A scuffle on such a slippery and fragile surface was not appealing, and he doubted that she would even succeed in her mission to “smack some sense” into him. Fox had tried numerous times, and look where he was now.
Kyra: Coming up to the island, Kyra pounced onto the snow covered island and simply laid in the snow as she awaited for the spotted Air Tribe tom to come. "Pick up the pace, Mouse!"
Abel: His joints sagged in relief once all four paws were standing on solid ground. The whole situation seemed ridiculous - bullied by a strange she-cat onto a strange island - when all he had set out from camp to do was dig up frogs. It was all he could do not to laugh.
Kyra: Pale fur nearly covered in snow, the Water Tribe she-cat let out a snort at the spotted time. Silence fell upon the two cats until the scarred pale she-cat broke it, "Look, back there we kind of got off on the wrong foot. Hardly can trust anybody these days with all that's going on out there with those who betray their tribes and leaders." Looking out to the territory of Fire Tribe, one could hardly ever notice it due to all the snow that is covering the sand covered territory. "I'm Kyra, and don't you dare share that name to any Shadow Tribe cat. You got that?" At that end of her sentence, the scarred pale Water Tribe feline let out a hiss as her tone rose.
Abel: ”I understand. The small tom settled onto the snow beside Kyra and began to pick out the clumps of ice that had wedged themselves between his many toes. The way this Water-Triber attached hostility to statements that might otherwise be seen as friendly made his lips twitch. Did she think that she wouldn’t be seen as tough without it? ”I’m Abel.”
Kyra: Letting out a yawn as her jet black claws raked against the ground, the Water Tribe warrior found it quite calming when raking her claws against the ground. "Abel, eh? Mouse fits you more, though I'll try on some occasions to call you by the name 'Abel'." Striped tail wrapped around her body, snow fell from the sky that ended up sticking to the two cats in which she just shook her body to get rid try to not be a snow covered cat. "Life without powers if quite struggling... My ability was everything to me, as well my own self defense and offense. When I caught your scent, I honestly thought I was fucked... But even if I'm screwed, I won't give in easily." Kyra spoke with a determined tone in her voice. Not going down without a fight.
Abel: He hadn’t expected anything more than what the she-cat gave in response to his name; she was very straightforward, this Kyra. In some ways it was refreshing to have a blunt word or two, as he had not yet managed to feel comfortable around his tribe’s soft community. Honesty and hostility reminded him of his life as a loner, and reminded him of Coon. ”I don’t doubt that. You can do more damage with your claws than you know.”
Kyra: Sitting up, she raised a brow at the spotted tom beside her. "Oh believe me, I know... I've hurt someone I kind of cared about with these claws, and its something I regret deeply."
Abel: ”It should be.” Perhaps the bold comment came too quickly. Should he have told her “Don’t feel bad.” or ”You’re a better cat now? It didn’t seem right to ignore the truth.
Kyra: Letting out a huff, the scarred she-cat stood up and looked back at the tom. "Whatever. Anyways, I got to go before it gets too late, there is some things I got to do..." Tone trailing off, she dipped her head in a goodbye and started to make her way to Water Tribe territory
Abel: He watched her go with a twinge of regret. He could not say he thoroughly enjoyed walking on ice (in reality and conversation), but he could not entirely say he disliked the experience either. Kyra was a breath of fresh air, though her words would whip across your face like winter winds. Perhaps they could meet again, and he could ask the silver cat about her scar…
In the meantime, how was he going to get off this island?
Kyra: Walking along the stream, the pale scarred she-cat unconsciously ended up going into the Southern Pheasant Woods. It has been a season since the incident with a Black-Shadow that she now holds a deep guilt deep inside her. "Hmph, much snow and no powers. Its just pathetic that there is no powers, hardly make it through my daily life like this!" Talking to no one in particular the pale scarred warrior of Water Tribe let out an annoyed growl.
Abel: His ear flicked at the guttural complaint and he rose slowly at the sound of the approaching cat. The stranger was far enough away for him to slip away unnoticed; from the sound of it, this cat was not in the mood for any kind of conversation. Still, curiosity got the better of him, and the Air-Triber sank silently in the wrong direction.
Blue eyes watched from behind a lone birch as she picked her way along the stream. The gray tom felt a tingle of charm when he caught sight of the scar slashing through her shoulder - this she-cat had a story to tell.
Kyra: Letting out a hiss, the pale scarred Water Triber lashed out at the powdery snow that fluttered in the air with the snow that fell from the sky. Pathetic, just pathetic! Fur bristling in anger, Kyra stopped and turned towards the mostly frozen river and looked at it being at such longing to walk on the water once again. The effort of doing everything by hand/paw made the Water Tribe warrior become more tired recently. Fishing and all that was more difficult since before she was able to stand on the water quickly and jump in, and now she just had to do the old fashion way. "Ugh!" Slamming her paws to the ground as if she could summon ice shards like she use to. Just as the wind blew in her direction, she caught a strong scent of an Air Tribe cat and immediately she got up with fur bristling. Great! I don't need a stupid Air Tribe cat in my presence when I'm at a disadvantage!
Abel: All common sense told him to agree leave when her fur began to stand. He did not want to scuffle in the cold today, and this she-cat had an obvious temper. Her blows would be quick and hot-blooded; he reasoned that once she got started, there would be no sheathing of her claws until his backside was shredded. Instead of retreating, he let his mouth squeeze out quiet words. ”Didn’t mean no disrespect.”
Kyra: Glaring at the tom suspiciously, Kyra bared her teeth as she snarled and started to draw herself closer to the tom. Claws unsheathed, the Water Tribe she-cat spoke "Speak up! You're not a kit!" Raising her voice to something of authority, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat started to get a grasp of what tribe he is from. "Either you've been thriving in Air Tribe territory to pick up on their scent or you're an Air Tribe tom..." Pausing, Kyra stood tall as if she was intimidating the tom in which she was kind of doing to simply make sure he knows his place. "So which one is it, Mouse?"
Abel: He stood his ground as the she-cat approached. From the way she was throwing hisses and insults around, it was clear that the Air-Tribe tom was not the source of her anger; she was simply taking it out on what was available. If he was moved by her advances and taunts, it would only encourage the behavior. Coon is the same way.
“My name is Frog.”His voiced remained calm but reached a firm volume. “And I don’t take what don’t belong to me.”
Kyra: Letting out a snort, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat backed up to give them space. "Hmph, Frog? More like a damn mouse, Mouse." Keeping her stance tall she knew that intimidating him wasn't really working, but she still kept on due to many reasons. Glaring at him, she tilted her head to the side a bit and took in the data of how the tom looked. Small, but also well built. Hmph, if this tom ever makes any sudden aggressive movement, it'll be an easy win! A slight sly smile managed to break the snarling look though the tone of her voice remained as it is- much aggressive and authority. "You don't take what doesn't belong to you? Hmm, so you're from Air Tribe..." How interesting, another air head in my presence. Just my luck for the winter season!
Abel: ”Yes.” He felt a rush of relief as the she-cat’s aggression dropped, but he dare not let it show. The smile was an odd match with the harshness of her voice - he wasn’t completely convinced she wouldn’t still strike - but at least it was a start. Taking a deep breath, the spotted tom drew in her scent. Light floral notes danced on her tongue, yet it was the rush of cold that told of the stranger’s home. “You’re from Water-Tribe.”
Kyra: Such a sly smile soon faded away as her expression changed into a scowl. Of course, and if I had my abilities I would strike a damn shard of ice at you for just being at my presence! Idiotic events that had to happen to cause me to be careful on what I say and do. Clearing her throat, her tone slightly became more solemn than aggressive. "Correct, though its pointless to be called a Water Tribe she-cat if there is no abilities. I feel like a damn exile just because of this!" Looking towards the water longingly, Kyra couldn't help but miss the wetness of the water on her paws when she walked on it.
Abel: The “damn exile” comment stung, and his blue eyes blinked once in response, but he allowed himself to feel sympathy for the she-cat. It was impossible not to when the sadness broke through the rage as she looked at the water. He could easily dismiss the Water-Tribe as mourning for something that plenty of cats lived without, for fearing a harder life, yet over his short time in the tribes revealed that their powers were more than just something that made life easier.
He walked past the gray tabby, careful to give her a wide berth, and placed a paw on the ice.
Kyra: Letting out a deep breath, Kyra's ears flicked at the sound of paw steps walking by. "What the hell are you doing Mouse?" Tone rising to a more aggressive sounding, the Water Tribe warrior got up and started to take the defensive. He's going to pull an attack, I just know it! Watching him closely she took noticed of the tom's paws on the water... "W-" Stopping, Kyra tilted her head a little to the side until she moved towards the water. "Frozen..." Keeping her claws unsheathed, the Water Tribe she-cat started to slowly make her way onto the frozen lake of Cat's Eye. Looking down at her paws, the scarred Water Triber murmured, "Oh how I missed the feeling of standing on water."
Abel: A smile twitched across his muzzle. Reminding her had been the goal, and he was glad to see her achieve it without attacking him. “It’s still there. It’s just changed.”
Kyra: Claws lightly raking against the ice, Kyra let out a content purr. Almost like water, but clearly not like it... but I sure do miss the feeling! Turning towards the tom, the Water Tribe she-cat spoke, "Say Mouse, have you ever wondered what it was like being a primary Water Tribe cat?"
Abel: He let the insulting nickname pass, seeing as there seemed to be a touch of warmth in it not. The gray tom had grown up on his mother’s stories of the tribes, yet they had been broken and vague when it came to the exact details of their powers. Water had been so scarce on the wastes that their powers had been the most alien. ”Yes.”
Kyra: Tension in her aggressive state faded, the feeling of knowing that she was standing on water- sort of was quite calming-relaxing to her. "Come on, join me." With such a tone now more relaxed in a way, Kyra beckoned for the tom to come deeper into the frozen lake. "One of the abilities of a primary Water Triber is that it gives us the abilities to walk on water. So really we don't have to go through the difficulties of swimming every now and then."
Abel: Anxious of the mood change that his refusal might bring, the spotted tom complied with the she-cat’s request. He advanced on the ice cautiously, waiting for a dreaded crack or shift of the surface under-paw. The former exile had collected numerous skills during his life outside the tribes, but he had never learned the art of swimming. If he fell in now, it would be the end of him.
Even water-tribers aren’t much of a fan, the tom thought with a sense of dark amusement. With his mind still focused on the fragile crust, he could only offer a lame nod of agreement.
Kyra: Walking on the ice with hardly any worries, the scarred Water Tribe she-cat stopped to look behind her to see the anxious tom. "Hmph, its not going to break Mouse. I have confidence that we'll be able to get to that island." Indicating to Cats Eye island in which the Water Tribe warrior continued her way to the snow covered island. Hopefully... She thought as she heard cracks every few steps she took.
Abel: This girl is crazy. he thought as inched after her. The ice bit into his pink pads, turning them a raw red after only a few paces. Didn’t plan on dying this way. Taking a deep breath, he nodded towards the island. ”You been there?”
Kyra: Continuing at a slow pace just incase the tom behind her fell, she spoke as they neared the island. "I've watched the island from a distance, but haven't really been on the island." Kyra let out a snort as she heard the breathing sound from behind her. "Shit Mouse. Just chill, if you keep acting like a mouse I'll end up smacking some sense into you."
Abel: He let it pass, but pushed his pace forward all the same. A scuffle on such a slippery and fragile surface was not appealing, and he doubted that she would even succeed in her mission to “smack some sense” into him. Fox had tried numerous times, and look where he was now.
Kyra: Coming up to the island, Kyra pounced onto the snow covered island and simply laid in the snow as she awaited for the spotted Air Tribe tom to come. "Pick up the pace, Mouse!"
Abel: His joints sagged in relief once all four paws were standing on solid ground. The whole situation seemed ridiculous - bullied by a strange she-cat onto a strange island - when all he had set out from camp to do was dig up frogs. It was all he could do not to laugh.
Kyra: Pale fur nearly covered in snow, the Water Tribe she-cat let out a snort at the spotted time. Silence fell upon the two cats until the scarred pale she-cat broke it, "Look, back there we kind of got off on the wrong foot. Hardly can trust anybody these days with all that's going on out there with those who betray their tribes and leaders." Looking out to the territory of Fire Tribe, one could hardly ever notice it due to all the snow that is covering the sand covered territory. "I'm Kyra, and don't you dare share that name to any Shadow Tribe cat. You got that?" At that end of her sentence, the scarred pale Water Tribe feline let out a hiss as her tone rose.
Abel: ”I understand. The small tom settled onto the snow beside Kyra and began to pick out the clumps of ice that had wedged themselves between his many toes. The way this Water-Triber attached hostility to statements that might otherwise be seen as friendly made his lips twitch. Did she think that she wouldn’t be seen as tough without it? ”I’m Abel.”
Kyra: Letting out a yawn as her jet black claws raked against the ground, the Water Tribe warrior found it quite calming when raking her claws against the ground. "Abel, eh? Mouse fits you more, though I'll try on some occasions to call you by the name 'Abel'." Striped tail wrapped around her body, snow fell from the sky that ended up sticking to the two cats in which she just shook her body to get rid try to not be a snow covered cat. "Life without powers if quite struggling... My ability was everything to me, as well my own self defense and offense. When I caught your scent, I honestly thought I was fucked... But even if I'm screwed, I won't give in easily." Kyra spoke with a determined tone in her voice. Not going down without a fight.
Abel: He hadn’t expected anything more than what the she-cat gave in response to his name; she was very straightforward, this Kyra. In some ways it was refreshing to have a blunt word or two, as he had not yet managed to feel comfortable around his tribe’s soft community. Honesty and hostility reminded him of his life as a loner, and reminded him of Coon. ”I don’t doubt that. You can do more damage with your claws than you know.”
Kyra: Sitting up, she raised a brow at the spotted tom beside her. "Oh believe me, I know... I've hurt someone I kind of cared about with these claws, and its something I regret deeply."
Abel: ”It should be.” Perhaps the bold comment came too quickly. Should he have told her “Don’t feel bad.” or ”You’re a better cat now? It didn’t seem right to ignore the truth.
Kyra: Letting out a huff, the scarred she-cat stood up and looked back at the tom. "Whatever. Anyways, I got to go before it gets too late, there is some things I got to do..." Tone trailing off, she dipped her head in a goodbye and started to make her way to Water Tribe territory
Abel: He watched her go with a twinge of regret. He could not say he thoroughly enjoyed walking on ice (in reality and conversation), but he could not entirely say he disliked the experience either. Kyra was a breath of fresh air, though her words would whip across your face like winter winds. Perhaps they could meet again, and he could ask the silver cat about her scar…
In the meantime, how was he going to get off this island?
CRIES BECAUSE MUCH WRITERS BLOCK ;w;
anyways!
This was a fun roleplay, and totally looking forward to another whenever they both have their powers back!
Short little roleplay that happened when there was a power blackout to TGB
Credit:
Kyra (c) Alphaheart
Abel (c) CowElk
Points: Water Tribe
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