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Post by Bluesky on Mar 29, 2010 8:52:04 GMT -5
Bluesky had taken about two steps off the subway-thing before her heart nearly squeezed itself to death in joy. She smelled... SUGAR! She could see the place where the tantalizing aroma emanated from, and only pausing to think of some other big words and scoop up a complaining Rainkit in her mouth, she shot off in the direction of something called a Acned Opuss. (Bluesky has dyslexia xD)
Behind her, Shadowchase worriedly followed, thinking that nothing good could come of this. He vaguely remembered seeing her once glance around before liking a clear rock on the ground, then padding off in disappointment. Perhaps at one point she had found a similar rock made by the twolegs to taste good...?
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Post by Hawkpaw on Oct 30, 2010 19:57:07 GMT -5
Ooc: Acned Opuss? I'm awful at unscrambling things... Hawkkit raced off the subway and just about squealed with joy. She had heard much about this marvelous Starbucks and its yummy drinks. She pelted towards what others had called heaven in a cup and placed her order. She sipped the caramel frappechino and licked her lips. This was pretty good. She then swallowed and just about gagged. The drink had left an awful, bitter taste in her mouth. She raced towards a water fountain and leapt up, pressing the button. She let the water run over her tounge, scrubbing at it with her paw. She then realized that the frappechino included coffee, which she did NOT like...
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Post by Wildstar on May 14, 2011 11:19:53 GMT -5
"As you wish," Eagleheart smirked. "Don't quote your movie lines at me, Eagleheart. Not only did you abandon StormClan, but your brother got to MountainClan first. Do have any idea how much of a handful he is?! The only consolation is he's being chased around by an adorable kit who's head over paws for him. And another thing--" "What are you even talking about?" the ginger tom apparently hadn't been listening, as he'd been pushing the books off of the shelf. "If these are the books you need, let's go and buy them." Wildstar curled her lip. "Fine, let's go. Teach me the ways of the mall, oh fearless one." "That's more like it," Eagleheart winked.
Ooc: Yo, is some responsible (xD) cat going to buy the twenty-two cans of coffee grind?
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Post by Hawkpaw on May 14, 2011 12:01:14 GMT -5
Hawkkit ran back to the counter and noticed there was a stack of coffee cans. She jumped up on the counter with glee and laid down some money, whatever that was, and grabbed a bag. She began shoving canisters of coffee in until she had 22. She then leapt down and began to pull the extraordinarily heavy bag towards Wildstar. "Wildstar!" she called, "I've got the coffee!" She was unsure of how Starclan could drink such bitter stuff! To her, it tasted like mouse bile! However, she was extremely happy, for she had found one of the items on Starclan's list!
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Post by Wildstar on Jun 12, 2011 13:59:07 GMT -5
"Great job, Hawkkit!" Wildstar considered her apprenticeship for the millionth time, then remembered THE MISSION. "Where're we gonna put all this stuff, Eagleheart?" Eagleheart beamed at the prospect of being useful to Wildstar. "We must commandeer… a shopping cart!" The black she-cat seemed unimpressed. "Falcontail said that Twolegs don't use those in the mall." The ginger tom scoffed. "Wildstar, if you haven't noticed, we aren't Twolegs, we can do whatever we want as long as security doesn't catch us." 'Touche.' She shrugged. "So, get us a shopping cart."
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Post by Hawkpaw on Jun 12, 2011 23:19:10 GMT -5
"SEARS HAS THOSE!" Hawkkit cried as she remembered what a shopping cart was.
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Post by Starlight on Jun 13, 2011 0:17:29 GMT -5
Ashpelt, seeing the poor white kit dragging 22 cans of coffee grinds, guiltily remembered their mission. He gave the rich-smelling coffee-shop one last, longing glance, and then ran out after Hawkkit. He reached Wildstar a few seconds after the kit, and listened as the stranger and their leader discussed the use of shopping carts.
"Sears? Why does that place ring a bell?" he asked no one in particular. He thought for a moment, then flicked his tail excitedly. "I've got it! I think we can get that washy-mashina-whatsit there!"
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Post by Hawkpaw on Jun 13, 2011 20:10:10 GMT -5
Hawkkit nodded with excitement, then wrapped her tail around Falcontail's and began to drag him in the direction of Sears.
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Post by Wildstar on Jul 1, 2011 23:30:38 GMT -5
"Wait, we still need all those clothes Hawkkit, and you've got Ashpelt's help for Sears!" Falcontail yowled. He was hoping some other cat would offer assistance in his quest to avoid his soon-to-be apprentice. Under other circumstances he'd ask Eagleheart, but the ginger tom was too busy trying to flirt with his old flame. It was impossible to find good help these days.
"Alright, lemme show you how to talk up the cashiers," Eagleheart explained, pushing one of the books along with his paws. "Don't go to the front counter--it's embarrassingly high and there's too many Twolegs looking at you. Go behind the counter and find the most sympathetic or dimwitted ((Disclaimer: I'm not saying Chapters employees are stupid!)) and make a lot of gestures. Even if you can speak Twoleg, you'll draw too much attention to yourself if you communicate verbally. Make sure you get change (although it's best to pay exact) and get them to put it in a bag for you. Then, walk out like you own the place… but don't pee on anything!" Wildstar rolled her eyes. "I'll try not to forget that." The cashier did look very confused but didn't say anything to anyone (who would believe him anyways?) and Wildstar crossed off another thing on StarClan's list. "What next?" Eagleheart flashed her his trademark smirk. "You ever try on stilettos?"
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Post by Hawkpaw on Jul 1, 2011 23:50:02 GMT -5
Hawkkit ignored Falcontail's yowl and continued to drag him to sears. (Even though she's a kit and is half his size and has very little strength! XD)
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Post by Wildstar on Jul 12, 2011 10:26:27 GMT -5
Ooc: Just to recap, here's the amazingly strange list that StarClan has demanded. Anything with a strikethrough will have the name of the character that obtained it beside.
Thirty pairs of dark-wash denim jeans
Twenty-two containers of coffee grind - Hawkkit Sixteen silver hoods Ten pairs of stiletto heels Six long-distance cellphone plans
Two copies of Stephanie Meyers' "Twilight" - Wildstar/Eagleheart A new washing machine (to replace the one Galaxyfur broke)
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Post by Bluesky on Jul 12, 2011 13:27:26 GMT -5
OOC:// I... I have no idea what Acned Opuss was supposed to mean D8 //
Shadowchase eventually managed to drag Bluesky out of the candy store, with a disappointed Rainkit and security following behind. The queen glanced around quickly, licking at sour powder on her muzzle. "Theyneversaidwecouldn'ttreatourselves!" She snapped, words stumbling over each other in her sugar rush.
The much more mature warrior sighed and shook his head. "Look, why don't we go see about those cellphone plans?" Rainkit padded up next him, nodding his little head eagerly. He wanted to fulfill StarClan's mission!
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Post by Lightfur on Jul 12, 2011 13:32:37 GMT -5
OoC: A quick scrambling of the letters reveals that Acned Opuss is truly meant to be… Dance Soups! Or Spade Sun Co. Or Pond Causes.
…>. >*
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Post by Starlight on Jul 12, 2011 13:41:35 GMT -5
OoC: Could it be Canned Soups, and you forgot an N?
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Post by Hawkpaw on Jul 12, 2011 20:56:26 GMT -5
Ooc: That's what I was thinking too...
BIC: Hawkkit dragged Falcontail into Sears and gasped! "THEY HAVE CARTS, JEANS, HOODIES, AND WASHING MACHINES!!!!!!!!" she squealed. She struggled to pull a cart from the row of carts inside the store, as they were pretty well stuck together, but once she pulled one free, she began to push it in the direction of the junior's department. She beckoned for Falcontail to follow and began to search for jeans. She grumbled unhappily as she searched, for there were pleanty of jeans and hoodies, but none of them were dark wash, or silver! Suddenly she stopped, and cried out, "FALCONTAIL! I've found them! There are dark wash jeans here! Help me out!" She leapt up on top of the rack, grabbing onto the jeans with her claws about two thirds of the way up to scramble the rest of the way up, and began to pick up the hangers in her mouth and throw them into the cart.
She smiled once she had gotten twenty-nine pairs in the cart. They had only one more pair to go, and there was only one left. Suddenly, a two-leg appeared in the line of sight, heading straight for the jeans. Hawkkit raised her hackles and let out a hiss at the two-leg, yet it continued to approach. The two-leg reached out its hand for the jeans, but Hawkkit extended a paw of unsheathed claws and scratched the young two-leg. The two-leg let out a cry and ran off.
Hawkkit laughed and threw the last pair in the cart and was about to hop down, when the two-leg suddenly returned at the end of the department, with a group of important-looking two-legs in suits, and pointed in their direction. Hawkkit's eyes widened in terror as the two-legs began to approach them. "Run!" Hawkkit said and jumped down from the rack and began to run, pushing the cart and hoping Falcontail was following. As she bolted from the store, alarms began to go off, and she threw down a wad of cash behind her, hoping it would stop the two-legs.
Hawkkit ran through the mall in terror, searching for her fellow clan mates, her eyes darting left and right as two-legs dove out of the way of the speeding cart. She was no longer pushing the cart. The cart was a fox length ahead of her, and she was running as fast as she could to keep up with it. She finally saw her clan mates and cried out, "LOOK OUT!" as the cart whizzed past them and shattered as it collided with a wall. She skidded to a halt in front of her clan mates and looked behind her to see if there were any two-legs following. Nope; she had lost them. She turned back, panting.
"I got the jeans!"
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