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Post by raid on May 28, 2009 16:56:05 GMT -5
Divinemoon sat, staring. The large luminescent globe sitting in the sky was something that she loved. Perhaps it was because of her name. The ending was the same term. Beautiful. But she herself wasn't...or maybe she was. Her sleek bodice coated with a lovely pallette of fur was amazing. She had felt as if Bengalstar was hers. But was that how she wanted it to be. After all he was of Tempestclan...she was of Celestialclan. Sighing she flicked her tail lightly. Was there any point of her being here, in Celestialclan? She wasn't even sure anymore. Her eyes looked away from the moon hitting the land as she picked herself up from the ground. Her paws moved her swiftly out of the camp, far from it and to the territory. Not many ventured out at night and frankly that was fine for her. Perhaps alone time was what was best...then again maybe not. The long grass around her fur was blown by a gentle breeze as she headed towards a tree. She scaled up the tree for a few branches. Settling for one that was near the ground. Any cat that looked up at the tree could see her
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Post by MiNTY♥ on May 29, 2009 12:49:49 GMT -5
This muscular tom personally preferred to travel using the trees, it made him feel more powerful, but when he used the ground, he felt triumphant while conquering the steep slope. He slowly, but easily, picked his way through the trees, jumping, leaping, swerving, whatever he had to do, he would do it. He was, what he liked to call himself, a professional, at this sort of stuff. Born and raised here, why should he not be? He hoped his mentor would be pleased with him, it was a shame - about his death - he had been such a good mentor, and a good friend. The least he was doing was keeping an eye on his daughter, but Pounceflash mostly had that covered, but he would still make sure she was ok, without appearing too suspicious. Sure he had friends but he didn't have many people to be close too. Oh Cloudpatch. How long had it been since the she-cat had entered his mind? Too long. He had been distracted, but maybe that was a good thing. It was all his fault she wasn't here anymore, he lost the only person that would probably ever be close to him, and he had let his clan lose a warrior. His head hung with shame, he became less careful, and before he knew it, the branch gave way, and he was falling to the ground along with the remains of the tree branch. Normally he would have used his claws to catch a hold of the tree in that case, but he was taken by such surprise, that it had caught him off guard. He hit the ground on all fours, luckily. Wow. He shook his head to clear the fog from inside it, and wobbled slightly. He looked down at his paws and stared at them for a long time, before moving on. He had not walked very far when he could hear something in his head trying to talk to him. Nettlescreech. Nettlescreech....Nettle...oh come on you old fur ball quit daydreaming! NETTLESCREECH! He hissed telling himself to shut up. There is a cat above you. "Oh mouse dung." He cussed and took a sharp breath before looking upwards. Uh oh.
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Post by raid on Jun 3, 2009 18:06:56 GMT -5
The she-cat wasn't too sure whether or not she had made the right decision going for a tom with a mind that grew up in Tempestclan. In fact another she-cat already had him, she knew that. Divinemoon was left alone and empty. A harsh realization though it wasn't one the beautiful she-cat couldn't recover from. Hearing some branches move around she looked, her eyes locking onto that of a cat falling, falling. He was from her clan, but who was it? Her ears perked lightly at the sound she watched as he landed on all fours. His words were heard and she laughed lightly. It was Nettlescreech. The handsome tom she had known for some time. He always seemed to be the one the she-cats loved. "Well done." She laughed jumping from the branch to where he stood on the ground. "I'm sure no Tempestclan cat could ever do that." She was referring to the tom Bengalstar, though Nettlescreech probably wouldn't catch it.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 5, 2009 16:16:02 GMT -5
The tom still found himself quite a bit dizzy, as he stood blinking, the cat that had been above him had come down to join him. It took him a moment to focus but he could now see who she was. It was Divinemoon. "Ah, well, its was nothing really, anything I can do to keep myself safe I guess." He chuckled with a guilty smile. He had been too late to catch the tree, so all he had left were his paws to try and prevent him from breaking something. Though, the joints in his limbs did feel a little weak after the impact, not that he was a particularly heavy tom of any sort. "Well, Tempestclan do live in a tree I guess, so they probably wouldn't fall that much, but I guess I shouldn't be falling out of trees either since I have been climbing them for almost my whole live." He added with a shrug. He didn't like to butter anything up. or make it seem more than it was. Yes he was quite handsome tom and he was a good friend to anyone who seeked a friend, but he was never one for boasting or exaggerating anything, well, only if it wasn't around cats from other clans.
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Post by raid on Jun 6, 2009 12:41:17 GMT -5
Divinemoon gave a half-hearted smile knowing that she got herself into sticky situations all the time. Falling for Bengalshriek while he was part of Tempestclan, and now he was their leader. Plus he was off with Spottedflower. Oh how worthless the she-cat seemed now. There was nothing to do in her life, she was lonely beautiful and stressed to an extreme. Her eyes danced over the tom's body but she knew that he was not hers. How she wished he was. It would just be another cat and mouse game, where she'd be left empty and without a love to call her own. But it wasn't anything worth not trying for. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons in this round. "Mmmm we all have our moments." She was neutral toned, not happy not sad. There was no step in her voice no pep or fight or stubbornness she usually carried.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jun 6, 2009 17:02:18 GMT -5
He leaned backwards letting his hind legs support his weight, and stretched one of his limbs out before him. He sniffed it before drawing his tongue over it a few times, then did the same to the other. Before shaking out his pelt, returning the volume to it. Though, what could possibly give your pelt more volume than falling from a tree? "You just happened to see mine, not to mention the whole of Starclan, I can just hear Lightningstrike laughing at me now." He meowed. Yet, he wasn't fooled. Stupid? He was most certainly not. Friendly? That he was. "But you know, I am not the only one who could be having a moment." He meowed. Subtle hint, I think not. Why were she-cat always so good at hinting at things? Probably because their hints were so subtle they never worked, or maybe it was just him?
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