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Post by coffee on Jan 16, 2011 1:34:45 GMT -5
C O Y O T E S T A R } ♥
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Deep water, deep water
Senseless denial
I went down like a ragdoll
As you would, child[/center] The quiet, sharp sound of cracking twigs sounded muffled underneath soft paws, of which rustled the few leaves littering the forest floor as they went. The sun was almost swallowed whole by the gentle hills in the distance, and a few last streaks of pastel orange and pink were strewn across the darkening sky like pretty ribbons. The temperature dropped with the sun and it's light as night crept closer like a lurking predator stalking it's prey, slowly, cautiously. A spiderweb of branches overhead welcomed the remaining beams of sunlight to filter through their gaps and dapple the earth like a spotted pelt. Weaving through the many trees upon CelestialClan's territory and passing underneath the broken rays of light with haunting brown eyes aglow in the advancing gloom was the mottled she-cat, Coyotestar.
The brown tabby she-cat padded through the woods on nimble, silent paws, her long, bushy tail dancing from side to side in a peaceful manner, for what was there to worry about? As of now, CelestialClan had no problems, and therefore Coyotestar had no problems either. A short distance ahead, the sound of swift-flowing water could easily be heard for the constant crisp noises of liquid tumbling over rocks and pebbles as it churned in its riverbed. As she approached the stream that cut and winded through the vast expanse of woods, she slowed her pace and allowed her mind to drift among her thoughts. This forest was hers. The stream was hers. All of it, hers. Finding satisfaction in this simple fact, she released a breath she hadn't even been aware of holding, that sent her whiskers fluttering. But as the stream, frothing a bit at its edges, came into view, she turned her attention back onto what she had came here for. Lowering herself into a crouch, the pretty she-cat drew her ringed tail close to her slender body and around her paws, which were lined up at the shore. In the glittering water was her shattered reflection staring back up at her with determination in that intense, muddy gaze of which more often than not could scare a little kit or young apprentice, or force some older cat to look the other way when they found they could not meet this predator's eyes. But that was all to be expected. The ice-cold water rushed past, not too slow nor that fast, swirling and spinning and tumbling gently along. It was a while before a flash of silver caught her eye, and when it did the sky had faded into a dark indigo and a few stars had decided to peek down at the leader staring into the stream. Quick as she could, one clawed paw shot out in front of her and dived into the life-giving liquid, breaking the water's pattern as it passed her by, returning by her side as quick as it had left. A little fish flopped on the shore, its smooth silver scales glinting as it caught the rising moon's pale light. Its mouth opened and closed as it gasped and gasped, desperately making its way back to the wonderful, glorious water. In a moment Coyotestar's claws would be hooked into the helpless thing and her teeth would find their way into its spasming body, driving the life from it swiftly and ultimately ending its suffering. But the poised feline was still staring at the stream.
It was so clear, such an icy clarity. She could see herself slipping, falling into the bone-chilling water, dragging her down in attempt to kill her just as the fish flopping about was currently growing weak in its struggle for its own oxygen, which happened to be that very river. She rose to her paws but could find no grip on the smooth, unforgiving pebbles and was sucked underneath once more. A few moments later her drenched head broke the surface, took one gasp of air, before disappearing once again. The translucent blue liquid seemed to have a will of its own, because no matter how hard she tried, she could find no purchase and no way of escaping this situation which would surely lead to her death. The fact that she would still have some lives left meant nothing at all to her, for now her lungs were screaming for air and her flailing paws were progressively winding down to a stop. Something was pinning her down. Why couldn't she get up? Now she was sinking, sinking. The water grew calm and she let it hold her. The bubbles erupting from her gaping mouth and cherry-red nose were becoming few, and soon the little bubbles would cease as death welcomed her inside his den. So warm, so calm... A splash and the sudden sensation of icy droplets on her flesh brought her back to her senses.
The fish had escaped and made his way back into the stream. How could she have let her imagination get such a strong hold of her? Her tail lashed the air with such ferocity, like a violent swipe toward an opponent. The tabby she-cat cursed herself under her breath for becoming so absorbed in her imagination, her eyes angry slits. But she soon had shrugged it off, drifting toward a mellow state of mind once more, and decided she would try and make up for her foolishness. She padded a distance upstream, before crouching at the shore once more. She didn't have to wait nearly as long before another fish swam into view. This time she made sure she would kill it and remain focused, and that is what she did. She recognized the responsibility of all cats was to feed the Clan first, but very few enjoyed the taste of fish anyway, and it was Coyotestar's favorite. Nonetheless, she would return to the forest to see if she could hunt down some easier prey for the hungry bellies back at camp. The vast sky was near-black, but she payed no attention, heading into the deeper part of the forest with her prey clamped between those powerful jaws. Her large ears pricked and positioned forward, her big eyes wide as she peered through the shadows, she paused to release her catch upon a nearby tree root and licked the enticing taste from her lips and whiskers which would otherwise smother her senses with its strong fishy scent. Then she continued on.
Some short amount of time later, the smell of squirrel reached her gaping maw, passing by her scent glands. To her right, an aged squirrel was climbing up a tree trunk, its tiny claws making little noises as they hooked into the bark and pulled the creature along. Without hesitation nor a second though, Coyotestar leaped forward with front paws outstretched, her eyes glinting with determination. A couple thorn-sharp, curving claws of her right paw met the squirrel's bushy tail, and it released a sharp squeak or fear and alarm. But her left paw and the remaining claws of her right struck bark, and the squirrel easily escaped from her weak grasp, fleeing into the security of the canopy. A soft hiss escaped her clenched, tapering teeth and her haunches fell back upon the earth as Coyotestar sat back to furiously look up to where her prey had escaped.
Sometimes she had the worst luck. word count: 1217 or something
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jan 17, 2011 14:58:23 GMT -5
The handsome spotted tom stood in the middle of camp, hovering over the fresh kill pile. His clan mates were bustling around him, busy with their mindless chatter and daily drama. Many took from the fresh kill pile, but he was still just standing there. He couldn't help but wonder if they were just happy to accept everything that happened with their lives, if they just got up and did the same thing every day without considering what could potentially happen. Did they ever just stop and think? Creektwist had never been scared to live his life. It was simple a matter of he began with a happy kithood, and then it all changed. His misfortunes had just made him stronger than his clan mates would ever know, mentally and physically. Physically, because whenever he wanted to be alone he would stretch his limbs in the territory or hunt more and more until he had been distracted from whatever was bothering him. Then he would take his prey back to camp and move on with his life. Plus of course no others had a right to comment on this behavior as he never did any wrong, he simply just had times when he wanted to be left alone and others when he felt happy to co-operate with the clan. He also liked to keep an eye on his little sister. As much as she got tired of him fussing he couldn't help it, there was no cat that he felt closer to and one of the few that he could trust. It was all he could do to feel partly protective over Cloversprig. He didn't want anything to hurt her again since their family had already been hurt enough. Although sometimes the way you might see him training would suggest that he did so to make up for the mistakes of his father. However, this wasn't the case, he was just a hard-working and loyal tom. The opposite of the traitor that he no longer called father.
Dropping his gaze to the fresh kill pile his yellow orbs surveyed the small animals lying lifeless before him. When he had first come to the pile he had felt pains of hunger teasing his stomach, begging for food, but now he felt the opposite. The hungry he had felt moments before was gone and looking at it made his stomach turn in disgust. Assuming he would regret waking up hungry to stale fresh kill he padded gingerly over the pile and stalked out of the camp. As he left the camp he noticed that the sky was already a deep blue colour and most likely growing darker by the minute, but the shadows of the night only made hunting that bit more fun, as well as made the defenseless prey feel more safe, resulting in more of them leaving their dens. For him it didn't make any difference because felines had even better sight in the darkness than they did during the hours of daylight and so this would be the perfect opportunity for him to hunt. However, since he didn't feel hungry he began to doubt that he would have a lot of ambition to catch anything. Instead once he was a suitable distance from camp he launched himself, using powerful hind legs, into a tree. Grabbing the branch with his claws he used his tail to help him steady his balance before looking around him. The crescent shaped moon made pools of white on the floor of the forest beneath him as it attempted to break through the canopy of the trees. Soon it would be thicker and the moon would have very little chance of breaking through the healthy green leaves. The moon made the tan coloured tom appear silver and his black leopard-like spots even more defined. His vivid yellow orbs remained similar in appearance, he found they always looked very fresh like the citrus fruit they were similar in colour too. He also found that they could be just as bitter.
With the shallow evening breeze teasing his fur he stepped gently further along the branch until he felt it giving way under his weight. Before it did he sprang gracefully to a stronger branch on the next tree and landed safely. Feeling that his footing was more stable on this tree he threaded his way through the branches moving quickly and so on. Methodically he climbed and dropped as he moved through the trees. The concentration he put into keeping his balance and selecting the right place to put his paw distracted him from any doubtful thoughts he had been having before. As a result of this concentration and moons of experience in Celestialclan territory he never one felt that he might fall or experienced his heart skipping a beat like it often would should he have a brief moment of sudden panic. Eventually he found himself coming to the narrow stream that laced it's way through the territory and although it was narrow it was still wide enough to separate the trees so much that he felt himself unable to close the gap between this tree and the next tree. Slightly dismayed he flopped over the branch, his tail and one of his forepaws dangling in mid-air as the watched the stream flowing and glittering in the moonlight beneath him. It was a considerable amount of time before he noticed something else beneath him glisten. It was the eyes of another feline. After spotting he eyes his eyes raked the darkness and he noticed the pelt of the animal. As far as his eyes told him it looked like Coyotestar but he could not yet scent her and the question that rose within him was why on earth Coyotestar would be out at such a time in the evening? Maybe she had a reason similar to his own, but he knew that he would never find out if he spent the rest of his time up here. Sliding his paws down the trunk of the tree he slowly jumped from branch to branch before finally feeling his paws hit the ground with a very quiet thud.
Coyotestar was nowhere to be seen so taking a run at it he crossed the stream in two quick leaps, with only a little of his limbs getting damp in the shallows. He scented the air where he had last seen her and from there followed his nose. Her scent led him deeper into the forest and before long he caught sight of his leader standing beneath a tree. Clearing his throat he got closer to the leader and stopped when there was no more than a fox-length between the two. "Something I can help you with Coyotestar?" Creektwist asked and dipped his head before straightening up to face the slightly smaller feline.
Notes || Booyah!
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Post by coffee on Jan 17, 2011 16:15:45 GMT -5
C O Y O T E S T A R } ♥
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Deep water, deep water
Senseless denial
I went down like a ragdoll
As you would, child[/center] A voice sounding nearby surprised Coyotestar, but not much, as she knew the only cats brave enough to wander CelestialClan territory were the CelestialClan cats themselves and therefore this voice must belong to one of her warriors. Still, it came as a mild shock as she had not realized how short of a distance the tom now stood from the mottled tabby without her noticing. Turning her head toward the cat, her brown eyes flashed with recognition as she made out the unique spotted coat and lemon-gold eyes of Creektwist in the shadows. Flicking one ear, she let a soft smile cross her muzzle. "Just hunting," she answered quietly, nodding her tabby-striped head toward the little fish she had specifically placed on the tree root, for if she had buried it, the fish's damp scales would have gathered mud, which she didn't exactly enjoy picking out of her food. "and what do you happen to be up to?" Coyotestar asked coolly with mild curiosity to how this warrior had stumbled upon her. "If you're restless, feel free to join me."
Without waiting for a reply, the CelestialClan leader turned away from the handsome tom, parting her jaws to take in the many scents of the forest, and separating particular scents from others, which happened to be the scents of little critters rustling in the woods. Very faint scents reached her, but the scents were so slight it was difficult to determine exactly what species of prey were awake in the forest, and so she padded on a short distance. The smells became stronger in this direction, and she could clearly make out chipmunk and squirrel. And maybe mole. She decided to follow the chipmunk as it was strongest, and soon the smell led to the black-streaked creature munching among the forest floor. Backing up a few steps, she climbed a nearby tree as quietly as she could, only pausing once as her prey looked up from its feast with bright, beady eyes. After a tense few seconds, it seemed to decide there was nothing to worry about and continued on.
On careful paws, Coyotestar walked the length of a long, low branch, never taking her large eyes off of the shifting splash of color upon the ground. As she neared the branch's tapering end, she placed one paw forward and pressed lightly down upon it, testing its strength. When it held with little movement, she took a step forward, but decided that was as far as she would go. There was no reason to risk a fall by taking another unneeded step forward. Watching her prey edge closer and closer to where she was poised above it, she couldn't help but feel a smug satisfaction that the poor creature was completely unaware of death lurking so close, just above its head. Her auburn-and-red mottled haunches wagged from side to side. Then she dropped.
The only sound was the brief whistle of air as the slender she-cat fell the short distance to the earth, swiftly snapping the chipmunk's neck as her forepaws slammed down upon her prey. The creature was dead in an instance. Closing her eyes, she briefly thanked StarClan for the prey, before opening them only a second or two afterward. She lifted the chipmunk in her jaws and turned back to where Creektwist had first appeared, leaping the distance in a few bounds to see whether the tan warrior had decided to leave or stay and hunt with his leader on this chilly night. word count: 584 [/size][/color] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Jan 21, 2011 12:05:05 GMT -5
The tom couldn't help but glance upwards as he noticed that the forest suddenly began to grow darker. He watched curiously as thick, midnight blue coloured clouds rolled slowly across his view of the lunar circle. However, he was distracted from looking at the moon by the reply that came from Coyotestar's maw. He studied her face with curious eyes. Either it was just him or she was slightly unsettled, but it would have been a surprise if he was wrong due to the fact he did not posses a great deal of expertise on those around him. In fact if anything he had quite a lot to learn about how others acted, reacted and so on. He had spent so much of his time focusing on being the best warrior he can be and improving his skills that he took little time to notice the emotions of others. It all came down to the fact that he had to accept he could learn a lot from others even if they didn't happen to be as dedicated as himself. He just didn't trust others very easily, that was his main problem. Although in his defense he had never tried very hard to trust another cat. Maybe it was time that he tried to strengthen himself in an area where he was weaker. Yes, he would try his best to work on that and he would try his best to make some friends. Having Rosepaw as an apprentice would most likely be good for him, that way he could build some sort of relationship with her based on his vast knowledge of being a warrior. It would work. It had to work.
However, by this time Creektwist realized he hadn't been very quick to reply to Coyotestar's question and she had left him standing there, day dreaming, and looking like a bit of an idiot. Shaking the muddled thoughts from his head his eyes focused on reality instead of what he hope would happen and he watched Coyotestar landing on a chipmunk. It was a good kill on her behalf, of course he would expect nothing less from his leader. Watching as he approached he nodded his head gently. "Nice kill." He commented. "I think I might join you if you don't mind too much, I just don't feel like I could sleep at the present." He added. Since Coyotestar had just made her kill he decided he should probably match it and take his turn especially considering she already had two things in her pile and he had nothing. As he scented the air he decided to start easy and go for the mole. Taking a moment to locate it he dropped into a hunters crouch and quietly stalked the creature. At least he didn't have to worry about it seeing him, he just had to be sure he didn't make a noise as he moved around a tree where he saw it nosing it's way through the mud. It had no time to burrow underground now. With tensed muscles he sprang forward and gave it a swift bite to the neck. There was no need to be cruel to the little fellow after all. Well, it could have been a female but he would never know. Picking it up gingerly in his maw so he didn't damage the carcass he turned and carried it over to where Coyotestar had left her pile and gently placed it a short distance away from her fresh-kill. "So how are things?" He asked his ears twitching, as he listened to the sounds of the forest.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Feb 1, 2011 11:56:26 GMT -5
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