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Post by feather on Jul 12, 2010 21:29:47 GMT -5
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» Just as the sun began to stream through the trees a she-cat lay near the river, wide awake. She was thinking, not for the first time, about her family. Her brothers, Fang and Thorn. Fang was so strong, the thought of him falling used to make her cringe. Thorn, so young and full of wonder. She wished he could have grown up with her. He would have loved clanlife. Gray always was one for teamwork. Fang would have been a great warrior. Surely his fighting skills would have been a blessing. Then their was her parents, Leila and Slash. Leila had been such a gentile mother, she couldn't have asked for more. Slash wasn't bad either. He always put his kits first when it came to feeding time. Her parents taught her what life really is about, and what it isn't about. If only they were born in a clan other then Bloodclan. Maybe then they would have had a fate better then dieing at Scorn's bloodstained paws.
Still, he had a chance to her his paws into Featherfoot as well. The scar on her right leg proved that, just as the dog claws set in her paws did. Man, if she ever got her paws on Scorn she would make him sorry. That evil tom wouldn't even know what hit him. If it wasn;t for him she would have her family. Still, if she did have her family would she have her clan?? She looked up at the fading stars and thought of Starclan. Everyone is always telling us that out destiny is in their paws... she scanned the remaining stars that would soon disappear as she sun rose further into the sky. maybe if Scorn hadn't done all of what he did I would still be in Bloodclan, maybe even leading it with a heart as cold and dark as Scorns The thoughts were too scary to imagine.
She liked her life here. Life meant something to these clans. They celebrate when new life comes in and greve when another life ends. It was good to be part of something bigger then just one cat alone. Featherfoot shifted her eyes down to the flowing water, watching the white waves flow down the river. The way the rising sun was just starting to hit the water made it seem to sparkle. Featherfoot's eyes danced with delight, thinking that she had never seen anything so beautiful.
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Post by snowpaw on Aug 4, 2010 21:57:57 GMT -5
The light crunching of leaves underneath light paws was barely audiable in the breaking light of the early morning. Stoping for a few moments the oddly colored bengal tom listened to the sounds of the forest. His head whiped to the left as he heard the sound of breathing. Being a cat of stealth, he quietly climbed the nearest tree to follow the sound.
Thinking it could perhaps be a fox, or a hostile cat, he took no chances and kept to the tall branches of the oaks and maples that littered the forest. He headed towards the river, stopping every so often to make sure he is on the right track.
When he reached the edge of the trees, still fox lengths from the bank he had to drop down the the rock that jutted out from ground. He landed with a soft, but audiable sound. Poking his head around the rock he spied a Riverclanner.
'Featherfoot!' |
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