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Post by coelacanth on Aug 27, 2009 17:00:56 GMT -5
There was a lurking scent in the air. Storm. Early morning thunderstorms were a strange things, and the camp was heavily misted as the tom waltzed out of his den. Hopefully he could head out on a hunting patrol or the like. Sadly though, the deputy wasn't around, and he wasn't one to assign himself duties. Simply put though, he liked the way that the rain sounded as it pattered down onto the ground, and also onto his pelt. Such quiet contemplation. A bit too subtle for Alpinestrike. But it was him, so he could change himself when he wanted to, if he was motivated.
His eyes, empty, even looking deep, if you were lucky you would only spot a tiny inkling of an emotion, and that was boredom. What was there to do when there seemed to be endless rain and other dismal weather. If only he could go out now, explore, make use of his time. Well, he should go hunt anyways. If someone showed up. Of course though, someone would, eventually. He scented the air, just to see if anything other than cat scent was around. Nope, nothing threatening the camp. Again, dull. Why couldn't there ever be any battles? Dear StarClan, bring us some action so that battle training isn't a complete waste of time! He silently prayed to the warrior ancestors. Sure, it wasn't good for the Clan to be in danger, but it would be nice to prove that although TempestClan was lacking in warriors, it was still running strong, maybe be able to prove something to the other Clans at the gathering.
Yet something told hims that they would find something today, as if StarClan heard his call. Maybe an unusual bit of prey. That would be good enough for him, as long as he was the one who caught it. Yes, sometimes he could be quite egotistical. As bad as it could be, he kind of liked it, made him feel more accomplished than he actually was, but he knew that sometimes he took it too far and becuase quite a jerk. Unless they were better than him, they might as well buzz off and deal with it. |
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Post by windy on Aug 29, 2009 18:36:20 GMT -5
paintedsky
[/color] I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know, if you know what I mean, yeah [/font] [/right][/blockquote] The smell that you smelled after it rained, actually wasn't bad. Paintedsky enjoyed it. But then, she had realized it was sprinkling, when her face suddenly felt wet. She hissed to her self.
Paintedsky was such a graceful name, ironic, since was in TempestClan. Her paws came down hard on the ground, as she nearly skidded past him, as she was prepared to run out of camp. as if she was free. She had stopped herself before she fell face first into a puddle"Hi." She manage to spit out, dispite the shyness she was feeling. He was familiar, though. Alpinestrike, was it?
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Post by coelacanth on Aug 30, 2009 12:56:50 GMT -5
Alpinestrike looked at the cat. Paintedsky. He knew her, as he knew all TempestClan cats. She was no cat of interest, though. He heard her little word of greeting. Great, he had to talk to someone now. Exactly what he wanted. He resisted a groan. Maybe something would pick up today, but he had to get out of camp first if he ever hoped to see anything more. Two shy cats, nothing really much was going to happen between to two of them. Unless one of them spoke up and got over their shyness. Already Alpinestrike knew that he would have to be the one to speak up. This really was just what he wanted, wasn't it? A very uneventful day.
He got up and padded towards the entrance to the camp. "Coming?" It was short, simple, and to the point. At least he had gotten it over with. He began to pad out of camp, not caring whether the she-cat trailed behind him or not. Actually, he secretly hoped that she wouldn't. Only a minute ago he would have enjoyed having someone else's company. The only problem now is tat he knew, more than anyone ever could, just how it worked out for two quiet cats out hunting. They split up, hunt by themselves, and never even look at each other again. |
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Post by windy on Aug 30, 2009 18:36:13 GMT -5
"Fine." Paintedsky hissed, following him. Her tail lashed behind her like a whip-- a furry whip. She was certain that if she ever took over the world, he'd be the first to die -- maybe. She pushed that thought aside. She couldn't do that. Not for a very long time atleast. She snorted. Paintedsky had this whole thing planned out. She'd hope he wasn't there, and if he talked to her, she'd ignore him. IF that didn't work, she'd run off. Well, not too far. She didn't like to be alone for a long time. What a jerk. I hope he dies. But I don't want to kill him, not that I care what happens to him. She glared at him furiously. Instead, she just ran past him, at full speed, through what ever was in her way. It was an instinct. She kept her mouth shut. As much as she wanted to scream the curse at Alpinestrike, that she had made up herself, and would NOT be repeated here, she was too civilized for that. She was sensitive enough to tell if someone was displeased, or annoyed, in general. And, Alpinestrike was annoyed with her. So that automatically made her hate him. She sat down on the roots of a tree, hopefully out of view. She hoped she was out of view, because she didn't even want to spit in his direction. Or do anything that had to do with him. Why was she thinking about this anyway ? Ugh. Paintedsky sighed. She hoped to forget him, forget his face, and everything about him. He was just annoying, regardless of whether that was supposed to be the average personality of a TempestClan cat or not. To her, Alpinestrike was annoying, and that was why she wished he died. She clawed at the grass, tearing it up with the roots still attached. She dropped it, with a nearly silent thunk. Some dirt flew up, and she shook her face, incase any of it had got on her. Clearly, Paintedsky had a bad day. Somebody had ruined it. And that somebody was Alpinestrike. He didn't even say hi. Who did he think he was? Not someone she even gave even a TINY little thought about, although she had been thinking about him all this time. If you think about it, that wouldn't be anything that you should get aggrivated about. Paintedsky knew that. it was just about how rude he acted. It didn't matter. The rain got a bit harder now, and it seemed to calm her down.She stretched. -- Until Coelacanth replies, Painted sky is OUT. --
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