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Post by Forgotten on Feb 13, 2011 15:00:10 GMT -5
A silver moon hung ominously in the indigo sky, drifting in the stars like a lily pad on a pond. Below the sky, the range was dark -- but not completely. The trees swayed in the breeze, brand-new leaves rustling and whispering in the breeze. The wind was warm, and it brought the scent of prey to Forgottenheart 's snout.
The black enclosed tom breathed in the atmosphere, and he almost smiled... almost. His stomach was contently full, the skeleton of a mouse lost somewhere in the woods. It was a sweet night, and there was nowhere Forgottenheart would rather be than in the forest.
The tom suddenly found his throat in need of a drink, and he headed for a small pool not far off, dark mitts flicking across the dry ground. He saw the pool long before he approached it. The ground colored warrior crouched, small pink tongue rasping over the water. Ripples spread out from where he had penetrated the flat surface causing the moon and stars to dance, and to sway among the ripples.
The water steadied and lay flat again, and so Forgottenheart peered down at his reflection. Two soulful blue eyes stared back. Tonight they held not the usual down turned look of dejection. They seemed...happy. The tabby tom looked up again, and stared into the dark forest. For once in a very, very long time, he felt at peace with the world.
And his devotion thrived.
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Post by earthpaw9 on Feb 14, 2011 11:44:32 GMT -5
For moons, the Earth seemed to recycle itself, often lacking any significant change. At dawn, patrols were sent out to hunt and mark the borders, in the evening and night, they were repeated. In New-leaf, the snow melted and prey count began to rise, until Green-leaf, when the fresh-kill piles of every camp were miles high and every belly was full all day long, to Leaf-fall, where everything prepared itself for hunger and suffering, and finally, Leaf-bare, when everything was forced to be patient and the kits cried for milk and the elders complained that their paws were cold. The endless motion of the seasons ellipsed, and found themselves back at point A. Or was it point B? Not even StarClan could know that...
The creamy brown tom slipped delicately through the darkness of the marshland, his pawsteps going unheard, even as he dipped them potently into the wet soul. This was a skill Earthclaw had perfected, being a senior warrior of ShadowClan, most every warrior knew how, and apprentices would soon learn. Though... he did not feel the same joy of being in the Clan, after all, he came from the mountains after Hawkstar did, and that was a very long time ago.
This reaccurring sphere of life was tiresome, and he wanted some form of evolution.
It was when the tom came to the river, the one that flowed underneath the Thunderpath and twoleg bridge, from RiverClan's territory, that he halted his pace. His broad shoulders glimmering in the moonlight that poured from a break in the thin canopy; his green eyes noticed the faintly moving figure ahead, and by the scent, he instantly recognized it as Forgottenheart, a former rogue.
Often, he would be absent from camp, and much more often than that, the other warriors would say cruel things to him because of their constant dislike for rogues, and Earthclaw didn't blame them. It had only been about a year since the rogues attacked ShadowClan, killing many of their Clanmates. But Forgottenheart couldn't possibly have had any part of this... he seemed too distant, too mellow to be a real murderer.
Padding forwards to join him, he glanced down into the water as well, mystified and curious as to what his opposite was thinking or seeing. "You come here often?" He meowed finally, his course voice rather warm, but moreso matching a subtle mmm.
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Post by Darkpaw on Mar 6, 2011 0:42:46 GMT -5
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The sounds of grumbling and anger moved through ShadowClan territory. The nose was being made by an apprentice. He had been ignored by his Clanmates and so he stocked off into the territory as per usual. He couldn't find his mentor and the one tom that he could sometimes talk to wasn't anywhere to be found. Probably on a hunting or border patrol. He thought to himself, still stomping around the territory. He had meowed loudly at the cats but no! They ignored him still! He had caught the largest mouse he had ever seen, wanting praise from the warriors, he had gone up to them to show them. Darkpaw signed loudly and hissed at them. He was fed up with being ignored. The only time he seemed to get the most attention was when he left camp without his mentor, a warrior or permission. Maybe it was because that is what he usually did? He doubted that incredibly but deep down he knew he did it mostly for attention. But tonight he would show them... well, he wasn't sure what he was going to show "them". But Darkpaw puffed out his chest and padded forward into the darkness of ShadowClan territory.
His eyes glowed in the moonlight and he looked rather angry. He wasn't sure where he was going or how long he was going to stay out. But being alone and having no one who knew he was out, he probably wouldn't be out too long. Unless he found a patrol, than he would be in trouble. Who cares though? Darkpaw didn't. He never cared about breaking that rule. Where in the Warrior Code did it say that apprentices couldn't be out on their own in their own territory? He would use that against anyone who tried to tell him otherwise. But then they would say it is what the leader says and blah blah blah. Well, he didn't care. He would continue to leave the camp when he wanted to. It was kind of useless when he was by himself because there wasn't anything to do on his own. Especially in leaf-bare. But tonight it was a little warmer, causing the prey to come out for once. Darkpaw didn't pay any attention to the delicious smells around him. Instead he continued to pad forward.
Up ahead the strong scent of the one he had been looking for came into play. Forgottenheart. Despite the fact that the tom wasn't pure ShadowClan, Darkpaw found respect for him in a way he couldn't with others in his Clan. He looked up to the tom and found that he was easy to talk to. Though, sometimes Darkpaw didn't feel like anyone could understand him. It didn't matter though, because Forgottenheart was his big brother figure regardless of how much Darkpaw tried to push him away. Another scent came to Darkpaw. Ah, Earthclaw. He was a senior warrior of ShadowClan. Darkpaw rolled his eyes. He wasn't expected anyone else to be with Forgottenheart, but apparently he was wrong. Darkpaw wasn't a big fan of any of the warriors, excluding a select few like Forgottenheart and maybe his mentor too. Darkpaw just didn't like the way they reacted to him. But he didn't give them any reason to. Sighing once more he moved forward, knowing that if they didn't know he was there that moment they would sooner or later.
"Forgottenheart?" he mewed out into the darkness in a mew that didn't seem like his own.
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Post by earthpaw9 on Mar 7, 2011 22:20:07 GMT -5
When no reply came from the former rogue, Earthclaw hushed himself. Perhaps Forgottenheart didn't want to talk, and that was fine... the brown Warrior knew that when cats were quiet, they were thinking. Sometimes, he believed, they were even dreaming. Green eyes scanning the rushing depths for a sign of divinity, curious to know how the waters could be so captivating - he himself normally didn't have time to wander the marshland, enjoying the air and sounds of the little creepy crawly's. There was usually Clan duties to tend to, like patrolling and hunting, then guarding and to sleep. Too much tasks in life to find time enough for pleasureful moments.
Sound of movement in the undergrowth gripped Earthclaw's attention, and his head swiveled around fast enough to eye Darkpaw squarely. For a moment, he was surprised, but it quickly ebbed away and left nothing but casual acknowledgment in its absence.His neck fur lay flat, and he dipped his head when the tabby tom strolled forward. Forgottenheart? Darlpaw whispered, and when he was close enough, Earthclaw flicked his tail over the younger toms nose. "I think he's distracted by some unseen beauty." He chuckled, but the sound was only humble. No disrespect intended.
It was strange to realize that their small gathering had become a circle now, two warriors and an apprentice; and by the gossip around the forest, there had been sightings of enemies in the distance. Clan patrols had been attacked more frequently than was considered normal, what if this was StarClans way of warning them? Was there an enemy lurking in the darkness? Earthclaw's heart paced, and his tail tip twitched in anticipation. Rays astray, he scanned the trees for light reflecting off of feline eyes.
Or was he just paranoid? In any event, he'd rather be ready. Nodding to Darkpaw, he purred lightly, so much as not to startle the little tom with his suspicious oddities.
363 a huge lump of poo. D:
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Post by Forgotten on Mar 9, 2011 22:30:38 GMT -5
((Sorry I was gone for so long, my friend ran away from home on Feb. 22nd and she still hasn't been found :'[ I'll edit this very soon. I am sorry again ))
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