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Post by ember2 on Aug 29, 2011 5:04:37 GMT -5
bright green eyes gleamed under the ominious half light of the moon. he was crouched under a hazel bush, ears pricked up, waiting for the signs of prey. but none came to his eager jaws. the young figure stood up, ginger fur bristling with impatience. his tail drooped low, and his heart touched the bottom of his toes. it was green-leaf and yet he couldn't find a single piece of fresh-kill to take back to the kits? 'you should be ashamed of yourself, emberpaw. quailkit could catch more than you!' as he scolded himself, his orbs brightened again at the though of the three kits sleeping in the camp. he loved those three, and a determined stare hardened the emerald eyes. he lifted his tail and put his nose into the air. he would found fresh-kill. he would be praised by reedfisher. and with these thoughts echoing through the tomcat's head, emberpaw was on his way.
emberpaw was letting his instincts take over, not paying attention at all to where he was going. hmm...i should never become a mentor, i'm too used to being responsible for only myself. great starclan, half of the time i don't know where i am, even! let alone another apprentice!' his fur prickled as he amused himself with his thoughts. he had already found a mouse that he buried a little further back. the apprentice was lost in the middle of his thoughts when suddenly, he froze. here he was, searching for hidden prey, where he could slip off to the barn. his tail curled with excitement. sure he was young, but he knew plenty of battle skills and could take care of himself. making up his mind the tom headed off.
not much time had passed by the time he reached the barn. the moon was about in the middle of the sky, hovering like a ghost over the forest. emberpaw slipped along, stealthy and silent. he poked his nose inside when he heard a branch snap behind him. bristling, emberpaw whirled around and let out a hiss.
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Post by ! S C O R N on Aug 29, 2011 20:11:13 GMT -5
What was it that continuously drew her back to this place? Its faded peeling walls, its rusty doors, its comforting scent and warm hay? The way the long grasses danced outside, or the way the rain beat on the tin roof every now and then? Or was it something completely and utterly different? Perhaps it was the fact that she called the barn home, because it was where all the things she lost in her life turned up again. She could always find her way back here and discover a lost secret, a lost memory, a lost friend. It was magical, in that way.
She was making her way back right then, as a matter of fact. The slender she-cat slid under a fence and made her way down the gently sloping hill towards the building through the dusky twilight, which kissed her dappled pelt and reflected its shimmery moonlight in her narrowed orbs. The door was slightly ajar - a fresh scent made her pause, one delicate white paw raised in mid step. She tilted her head around the door, sharp tongue prepared with a clever question, but all she heard was silence. And then came the slightest sound of breathing. Scorn turned slowly, her eyes scanning the darkness outside, her mind thumping steadily. She wasn't scared. She was never scared. It merely made her curious.
"hello," she called matter-of-factly. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I won't bite - much.
lyrics: elizabeth & the catapults
coding: smalleh
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Post by ember2 on Sept 4, 2011 0:36:41 GMT -5
emberpaw's breath caught in his chest when he heard the voice. the night brought out a different forest, it replaced the trees with long, shadow figures. it made everything you thought you knew vanish. luckily, this effect wasn't as bad for emberpaw. because that was what shadowclan was known for: becoming apart of the shadows. being that imaginary stare from behind the bush. but with the twilight breaking over the horizon, it made emberpaw's fur prickle uneasily. he took a final glance at the insides of the barn, hay everywhere, the soft dark light touching the feautres and creating a musky scene. his left ear twitched, but he poked his head out of the barn anyway.
emberpaw looked both ways, before he actually saw the slender she-cat. from her scent, he could tell she wasn't a rogue, nor kittypet. it was the strange scent that loners had about them, something that had tinges of everything in it. he was hoping the dappled feline wouldn't attack, from first glance, she didn't seem like she would have. but emberpaw knew better than to underestimate her. he began relaxing his shoulders to relieve any hostile position, however he remained prepared, ready to dodge or absorb any move she might make.
his tail flicked slightly, and he narrowed his green gaze. 'greetings,' he dipped his head respectfully, but never removing his eyes from hers. 'what brings you here today?' it's strange, how awkward the tomcat felt talking to the loner. it wasn't the same as talking to a passing border patrol, exchanging news slightly and then moving on. and he couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice either.
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Post by ! S C O R N on Sept 5, 2011 13:55:20 GMT -5
For a moment there, she thought she would have to investigate and sniff out the strange cat. But after a few heartbeats, her almond eyes trained carefully and curiously on the door, a tiny orange head poked out. It was a tom, a Clan apprentice, smaller than her by a few hairs and more cautious by far. When their green gazes met, she blinked, and he visibly relaxed, the prickly fur on his scruff lying flat once more. Scorn felt a wave of relief rush over her. She didn't much like intimidating smaller cats, unless they were rogues or meant her harm. She reserved her sarcasm for the bigger felines.
"Greetings. What brings you here today?"
[/color] The apprentice spoke bravely, and Scorn felt her affection for him growing. He was determined, strong, the kind of cat she wanted on her side in a fight. Perhaps one day he would grow to be a great warrior, or leader, or whatever it was the Clan cats aspired to be. It was all very strange to her, the way the forest cats interacted with one another. They were friendly enough in passing, but once the slightest offense was taken, fur flew and claws slashed any hope of peace or friendship. It could and would teat them apart one day. Back to her apprentice friend. He was quivering slightly under her pondering stare, and Scorn quickly hastened to smile and relax her stance. "Funny, I could ask you the same question," she meowed, moving forward to push past the fiery orange tom into the shelter of the barn, far from calculating, glittering eyes in the darkness and ragged ears that clung to every word. "I live here, little one," she added over her shoulder, as she made her way to the nearest hay bale and collapsed onto the soft, warm surface, her ears constantly angled to catch any sign of intruders. "No one's ever told you that the barn is where loners come to share tongues, stories, prey? What do those Clan cats teach you nowadays?" She chuckled to herself softly, running her pink tongue over her worn pads. She would never be a Clan cat. She loved to travel too much. To see foreign sights and unseen adventures. To find roads in the clouds and far beyond the seas. That was her life. But he lived a very different one, one that confused her greatly. "Back to my original question: why are you here? Couldn't sleep?"lyrics: elizabeth & the catapults coding: smalleh [/div][/center] |
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Post by bobbi on Sept 14, 2011 15:01:12 GMT -5
 Voices ahead attracted her. Bobbi effortlessly crossed the late summer's frolic and rolling hills to find...this. Now that she was leash-free, the tall feline's first desire had been to go back to Aiden and her home. Yet she was still a house cat. The layout of the land confused her, unknowing that she was too far from what the Clan cats called Twolegplace (also known as her home), she followed the freshest human scent she could find. It led away from 'WindClan' territory, away from Petaltail and Elmfrost, and to a human building. A Barn. Simple human dwelling. It was far more advanced than those her human showed her of Africa's. Tall and spacious, painted a vivid red someday back in time now dull. Bobbi was instantly hit with the fresher stench of cat the moment she climbed into human territory. Hissing, she stepped back, burying her muzzle under both paws. At least WindClan's scent had the moor to cleanse it! This...disgusting!
Is this the umhlabathi of other inkohlisa ibutho? she thought in that brief recoil. Ancestors, no she rose up. Defiance sparkled in her eyes. The Clan cats did not like humans. Why would they enjoy living next to them so? This was something else. Bobbi glanced at the house. She was urged yet again to seek help from unknown humans. It was why she came here. It was why she got the leash off and came here... Oh, ancestors guide her. Aiden can wait a night. She was most curious as to what matter of noise the voices were talking about. The house - it was not going to float away.
....What do those Clan cats teach you nowadays?" [/b] rounded ears perked at the word. Clan cats. The Savannah stalked forward, having been at the Barn's flank. Peering around the side she caught two felines in conversation. The one she heard was adding something but she ignored this. Two cats. By the smell of the place Bobbi assumed it was more. There very well could be more. Her tabby-dappled pelt bristled at the thought. Let them come. She was much bigger than these two, massively so to the male. He was the smallest. The female taller, older. Bobbi relaxed a bit when she realized the male was being respectful. She had a thing about that. Elmfrost hadn't been very respectful toward Petaltail. She did not care about Clan ways - if that was how you treated females that were under you, why... next time she saw him, she'd claw his ears off! "Lalani kahle" she uttered quietly, shifting her body to stand at the corner of the side. "or... good night, in your tongue."She must appear strange to them. Ah, she was aware of this. It'd be more upsetting in the day hours than night but she could be mistaken for a talking threat. Curiosity is a curious thing. Either way she was ready should the difficult occur. Bobbi whipped her head around to stare down at the young male. "did I hear the female correct? Are you from Clan?" she sniffed loudly, attempting to distinguish his scent. No, he wasn't from WindClan. He smelled of pine and needle. Of dirt and bog. Nothing she had known before. There was a Clan near the human's dwelling. It was similar to this smell yet not. She had no idea why she yearned for the knowledge. Perhaps it was due to her recent escape and frustration at not knowing when on unfamiliar territory. Her pride was at stake. Next time she was going to be prepared. Next time she'd shove Elmfrost's face in his oh so precious territory until he begged for forgiveness. Bobbi would make sure Petaltail was there, teach her the true meaning of warrior.[/center] OOC: don't mind if I join, do you? =3. tagging: scorn and emberpaw words: 630 setting: takes place after the events of harsh world this world. incomplete thread but I'm going on guess work and impatience. xDD weather: night translations (Zulu to English), general African words: umhlabath = land. inkohlisa ibutho = false warriors. lalani kahle obviously means good night. [/size][/font][/blockquote] |
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