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Post by rook on Jun 19, 2011 2:55:24 GMT -5
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it took mere seconds for her to make up her mind as she lied in the hay of the old barn, soaking in the scents of mice and cats that were still unfamiliar, even after a moon. of course she skittered away whenever someone tried to start a conversation with her, but she was on a mission to find her father. why couldn't these cats understand? it was that thought that drove her from the barn, heading out towards what she had come to know as windclan territory. she skirted the other loners and rogues - refugees of society - by taking off into a dead sprint, body brushing close to the ground with each horse-like gallop. she shook as she neared the border, slowing to a luxurious stroll, suddenly finding herself wary and opposed to the idea of just waltzing into their territory. they'd be right to attack her, and though her father had taught them how to hunt and fight, she didn't think she could take on fully trained warriors.
the loner raised her dark amber eyes to the sky, painted in brilliant reds and violet, slowly giving way to peaceful blue. the sun was slowly rising, its rays warming her white and black fur and casting a glow over the meadow. the golden wheat swayed beautifully in the soft greenleaf breeze, rippling gracefully; she cringed as she slipped into the stalks, slowly drawing forward, senses aware. every fiber of her being screamed for her to go back to the barn - she couldn't call the place home, not without hawk - and to leave the moorland, where she would surely be jumped, but she had to know. she hadn't seen the ex-windclan cat in nearly three moons, and she wondered if he knew his mate was dead - his daughters were alone. loneliness settled deep in her heart, as painful as the gnawing in her belly; she didn't even have hawk, who was hopefully safe in the twoleg nest. she hadn't stopped to eat, either, and she wasn't willing to do so on unfamiliar terrain that didn't belong to her. the morning was beautiful; her situation, not so much. still, she had to remain hopeful - maybe one of these cats could answer her questions.
of course she first had to find one that wouldn't claw her face off at first sight.
notes it's terrible. just terrible. it's late, though, and ii'm exhausted.
for tawnyspots / tackle & ? / small?
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Post by tackle on Jun 19, 2011 9:08:04 GMT -5
> Tawnyspots [/size][/color][/font][/i][/b] the beautiful she-cat stretched out in the middle of the windclan clearing. the golden sun made her pelt look glossy. the lithe warrior was waiting for her patrol to assemble. she looked the warriors over. a grey tom, a big brown she-cat, and a pretty little she-cat. they were all lithe. how else would they get their amazing speeds? skinniest, but i would say the most powerful runners in the forest. her eyes were muddy yellow. she made sure everyone who was supposed to go on her patrol was there, and then started to pad swiftly out of camp. she thought in her head where to start hunting, and decided that with all the prey out, she didn't want all the patrol to be together. she knew of a border patrol also going the other way. "Okay, I'm going to go towards the Abandoned Badger Set. You three should set out throughout the meadow." she muttered, shy to give orders.
the she-cat's rare tawny and black pelt shimmered in the sunshine. it made the wheat in the meadows glow and look so alive, and she really loved it. she used her scent glands to scent prey, and she didn't smell anything. at least, anything that made her mouth water. the mysterious scent of loner tickled her tongue. "What if it wants to fight? I knew we shouldn't had split up!" she repeated the words in her head. Everyone basically knew she somehow missed every battle there was and now this might be her first. "Leap on your enemy and then twist and try to get under them..." the new warrior repeated all the battle moves she knew in her head, completely ignoring the fact that the meadow was alive with prey. she quickly motioned towards the scent. oh, how worried she was.
the blue was drifting away, and morning scent was so peaceful, but she kept moving. she tensed and lowered her body to the ground, slowly inching forward. she saw a white and black she-cat, that looked perfect for a windclan cat. sorry windclan wasn't the clan to accept loners. they would be the laughing stock for the entire forest. it just wasn't worth it. unless.. it was stripestar's idea. she peeked through the grasses and looked towards the badger set. she broke off into a quick run. her strides were huge and were switched quickly. she sped faster and faster, but didn't launch herself onto the she-cat. she stopped right in front of the she-cat and growled, "What are you doing here?" she spat crossly.
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Post by consolaty on Jun 20, 2011 0:48:47 GMT -5
Daybreak was probably one of the most beautiful times of the day; the way the sun crept up over the horizon, distinguishing land from sky, and tearing the stars to small, imperceptible pieces. Seednose blinked his bright blue eyes open, his feathery body curled around himself, and a paw flopped outstretched over his brow, creating a shadow to hide the light streaming in all other sides. StarClan only knew how much he really hated the mornings, why was it that a cat could never sleep in innocently around here? If he tried to rest late, he’d find himself forced up by the sounds of the kits and apprentices leaping about an hour later. Not that he minded much, they were so cute with their downy fur!
Deciding to just give in, the pale warrior unfurled and rose, stretching his limbs before padding towards the center of the clearing. Fresh sun-streaks daubed the hollow, the dirt-colored ground transformed into a bright orange; when he looked to it, even his pretty eyes shied closed. Suppose it's quite early indeed, he thought, can't see for crap. Around him, Tawnyspots and a couple others headed out for a patrol – more proof of the early stretch. He watched them disband from camp, her familiar dark speckled coat dissolving away from view. "how could they forget me?" he meowed zealously in his honey intonations; Something told him that he had woken up for a reason, and considering he didn’t have anywhere to be, no patrols, it was a good excuse to go stalking… after cats.
A mischievous, but inquisitive glint entered his gaze, and as soon as Tawnyspots’ patrol was out of sight, Seednose crept impishly after them. His haunches low the entire duration, except to steal peeks up above the ridge of the highland hills. From what he could tell, Tawnyspots and the others had broken up. She was going – alone – in the opposite direction. This made Seednose even more curious, and he merrily decided he would make his presence known. Gracefully, he waddled up behind her, just about to call her name- "Psst, Tawn-" -and the blasted she-cat took off in a sprint! The light tabby was surprised she didn’t leave a trail of fire behind her, and his orbs observed, widening, ultimately spilling his surprise. She'd seen a loner!
Hurrying to join her in her confrontation, excitement pricked his plump paws, and he flicked his quill-like tail over his Clanmates shoulder. He didn't tell the Clan this but he found loners and rogues interesting, they had all these stories to tell! And the ability to journey far beyond a limited space. How thrilling! But the poor she-cat probably wouldn't want to say anything with Tawnyspots bristling accusingly beside him; he nudged the tortoiseshell again. "Calm down," he purred under his breath, "be nice to the traveler, or you'll scare them into silence," and turning to Rook, his ears perked forwards nosily, "what say you?" For all StarClan knew, they had a nice anecdote to share, the kits at camp would like that, surely! His intense azure stare sparkled hopefully.
70828e is for speaking
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Post by rook on Jun 20, 2011 21:43:10 GMT -5
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without somebody there - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the wild sway of the grass and wheat alerted her to the arrival of another cat. she grinned despite her fear, allowing the scents to wash over her glands; a male and a female, with a stronger scent of rabbit and heather than her father had. she couldn't see them yet, but they were drawing closer; she narrowed her dark amber eyes, sitting neatly with her black tail wrapped around her white paws. she finally caught sight of the two clan cats - right when one of them practically ran in to her, stopping right before the loner. rook smiled at the two gently, dipping her head in greeting. what are you doing here? |
[/i] the other female had spat, before the male came forth and spoke to her. he seemed less hostile, thankfully, more curious than threatened. she could work with that. my name is rook. she began, struggling to find the words she needed. my father was a windclan cat, best to leave the fact that he left them out for now, but he has disappeared, and my mother has died. i need to find him so that he might train my sister and myself better so that we can survive. she set her eyes on the tortoiseshell she-cat. i mean no harm to your clan, and harbor much respect for yours. ternheart told me much about it. i simply wished to know if anyone knew anything.not the whole truth, but close enough. never did she lie - she just didn't tell them everything. still, though the tom seemed friendly, and the she-cat... controlled... she couldn't trust these cats to not attack her. all she could do was wait, and hope that she could run just a tad bit faster than they could. please don't chase me off, please don't chase me off.[/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by tackle on Jun 20, 2011 22:28:36 GMT -5
her gaze narrowed, and her heart skipped a beat when seednose came out of absolutely no where. honestly, shes liked him for awhile, and even his name made her face turn hot. she almost took a crap when he popped out of absolutely no where. yet, it was too good to be true, because she sort of knew he wasn't following her to be with her. he was just curious. it made her even more furious when he told her to calm down. "you never tell a she-cat to calm down." she hissed in her head. she scoffed, and set her rump on the ground, attempting to calm down. of course, he was an older warrior then her, so he must already.. like somebody else. she watched the loner, suddenly feeling completely insecure and ugly. she wrapped her tail around her paws in a comfy seated position, and tried not to let out any fear scent. yet, at the same time, her muscles bunched under her pelt, ready to spring if the loner decided to make a run for it. the loner wouldn't get away without explaining herself. who am i kidding? tawnypelt felt completely helpless in this more than awkward situation.
my name is rook. rook. my father was a windclan cat. but he has disappeared, and my mother has died. i need to find him so that he might train my sister and myself better so that we can survive. when rook set her eyes on tawnypelt, she had to bite her own maw very hard, to keep from running away, or saying something embarrassing. all eyes on her, eh? i mean no harm to your clan, and harbor much respect for yours. ternheart told me much about it. i simply wished to know if anyone knew anything. honestly.. tawnypelt wanted to say a lot, but she didn't know where to start, or even how to start. what was your father's name? why aren't you in windclan now? why'd you leave your sister? but she sat there, eyes down at her paws, refusing to look up.
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Post by consolaty on Jun 22, 2011 2:47:12 GMT -5
Seednose's tail flicked back and forth, consciously aware of his Clanmate's annoyed hiss; currently, this strange new cat interested him more than the displeasure of the tortoiseshell warrior. Those kits weren't going to know good stories right form their head, that's for sure! He had to bring them something new, or at least give it a good try. Over-eagerly, he settled down as well, his bright blue eyes glittering with fascination. my name is rook.my father was a windclan cat, but he has disappeared, and my mother has died. she meowed with great exertion; somehow, the way this was sounding was not very heartwarming for a tale. A lump formed in his throat.
i need to find him so that he might train my sister and myself better so that we can survive. i mean no harm to your clan, and harbor much respect for yours. ternheart told me much about it. i simply wished to know if anyone knew anything. And then the handsome pale tabbies animated contemplation quieted, his head was filled with crickets and stillness, not yappings of good folklore.
So they had come to WindClan territory searching for help, or better yet their father? That meant Rook was half WindClan, perhaps they should be taken to camp... as he was no leader, Seednose glanced at Tawnyspots for her opinion. He didn't want to say anything when he knew not how to address such a situation. The name Ternheart was vaguely familiar, however... "Well," he started, his honey intonation somewhat flustered, leaking his revelation.
"What exactly are you asking of us?" His gaze drifted to the loner, his ears flicking back twice. Maybe this would prove an interesting fable after all; So I crouched, my haunches low - hunting a beautiful she-cat like she were prey, but suddenly! A loner appeared from the distance, stealing my attention. They begged for help. They had lost their father and- Save the suspense for later, her mused inaudibly, scolding himself for being insensitive to more eminent matters...
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