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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 22, 2008 21:22:22 GMT -5
Poppyfur yawned as she awoke from her nap. She stretched her sore old muscles as her stomach roared as if it was one of the Twolegs' monsters. "Oh great StarClan, where's an apprentice when you need one?" she murmured softly as she headed for the entrance to the Elder's den. She saw some of the apprentices talking by their den. Oh why bother them? I can make it to the fresh-kill pile. she thought as she took a second glance at the apprentices. She limped to the fresh-kill pile and found the fattest mouse she could find at the time. She limped to a part of the camp that wasn't full of other cats. She tore into the mouse as her stomach roared again.
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Post by cat on Jun 22, 2008 21:32:19 GMT -5
A large tom headed in through the camp entrance, a bright smile lighting up his scarred features. His tail was high, as was his head. Though his slightly dulled pelt and graying muzzle gave away his age, from his pose you would never guess he was an elder of the clan. He still left camp, not one to remain in the den all the time. Where was the action, the fun in that? Retiring might be a relief for many, but for him it was just another step away from the best time of his life.
Coming to a halt only a tail-length away from the fresh-kill pile, the old tom licked his lips. It had been a while since that sparrow at dawn. Reaching down to pick up a plump vole with stained and cracked ivories, Whiteflame's eyes continued to search the camp. It was the same old, same old. He sighed. I need something to spice up my life, something to change it. He thought, frustrated at this. It seemed that elders never had any fun. Well, yes, you were honored and cared for, but you weren't expected to do anything for yourself. Really, why did cats act shocked when he left camp alone?! What, was he going to run away? He didn't know why, but it was annoying to him.
Suddenly his eyes landed on a fellow elder tearing into a mouse as if she hadn't eaten before. A twinkle came to his eyes as he recognized Poppyfur, a usually quiet but tough she-cat. She was the kind of cat he could makes friends with. As he headed toward her, he noticed(It was automatic after so long) that she still had some beauty left. Maybe.... He began, but dismissed the thought. No, after what had happened to her, she could never think about that again. Shaking his head, the white and russet long-haired tom bounded toward the elder she-cat.
"Hello there Poppyfur. Having a nice day?" Whiteflame meowed, laying down beside her in the shade as he dropped his vole.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 22, 2008 21:46:55 GMT -5
Poppyfur looked at Whiteflame. She swallowed her mouthful of mouse.
"Hello Whiteflame." she mewed softly. She took another glance at Whiteflame and took another bite. She sighed. "What do you want?" she murmured after yet another bite of mouse. She knew that Whiteflame was always still making trips outiside of the camp. What would he want from her? She was the most boring cat in the clan, while he was still adventurous in his old age. Except for her stories of heartbreak and love, and her stories of when she was just a warrior, back in the day, none of the cats really cared for Poppyfur at all.
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Post by cat on Jun 22, 2008 21:52:25 GMT -5
Whiteflame glanced down at the vole between his paws before looking back up at Poppyfur. She seemed to be avoiding his gaze and her lack of wanting to talk was rather disappointing. But, he decided, he wasn't going to stop for now. He wanted another cat to talk to, no matter what.
The tom grinned and stretched, his coat dappled with shadows as somewhat still hard muscles rippled beneath the coat. Twitchign his whiskers and relaxing, he took a small bite of the vole. The taste was amazing and so rich that he had to take a few more bites before speaking once more. Swallowing, he turned his curious eyes back to Poppyfur. "Well, I was just wanting to speak to you. What's on your mind Poppyfur?" He asked, giving her an encouraging smile.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 22, 2008 22:06:26 GMT -5
Poppyfur sighed. "My life has gotten boring now. There's nothing to do but boss around apprentices, which is amusing if they'd listen to me sometimes." she mewed. She took a few more bites and let out a yawn. "I sleep all day and the next thing I know, there's more apprentices or more warriors." she meowed before letting out a chuckle. It was the first time she'd laughed in moons. She looked at Whiteflame and smiled. " Having someone to talk to is nice." she murmured softly. She took her last bite of mouse and stood up and stretched. She laid back down instead of walking away to order some apprentices around or complain to the new warriors.
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Post by cat on Jun 22, 2008 22:12:09 GMT -5
Whiteflame laughed, a bright and joyful sound that echoed around the camp. His smile wider than before, he flicked Poppyfur's nose with his tail tip. Going to talk to her was a great idea on his part. She was funny, and easy for him to speak with. Suddenly a thought occured to him. What if he offered to help her find something? Like go for a walk or something? Hopefully she would be more open and allow him to become her friend. Hoping she wouldn't leave, the tom quickly gulped down the rest of the vole.
Licking his lips, Whiteflame stood up once more, his long tail sweeping the ground behind him. Still watching Poppyfur, he motioned with his muzzle toward the camp entrance. It was worth a try anyway. "Well, why not cure that boredom now? Walk with me." He offered, his eyes bright with encouragement.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 23, 2008 20:34:36 GMT -5
Poppyfur gave him a crazy look. "How dare you ask when you know what I'm going to say. You know I am bored out of my mind! Let's go!" she meowed excitedly, happy to escape her everlasting boredom. She jumped up, stupidly. Pain shot through her back right leg, which had been damaged ever since she was an apprentice. She winced then put a half smle back on her face. "Let's go!" she meowed again, limping towards the camp entrance.
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Post by cat on Jun 23, 2008 20:41:13 GMT -5
Whiteflame laughed again at her response. He had thought she had said that. Seeing her flinch, the tom stode forward until he was flanking the she-cat on her weaker side, hoping that she wouldn't mind. Then, together they moved forward at a surprisingly fast pace for elders. Flicking one russet ear, he studied his fellow elder. Her senses alert, her eyes wide and bright with excitement. It seemed like a completely different cat then from before. "You act as if you haven't been out of the camp since you were a kit Poppyfur." He commented, lightly tapping her shoulder with his tai tip.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 23, 2008 21:05:56 GMT -5
Poppyfur laughed. "I haven't been out since the last gathering I went too." she meowed. "And to be honest, that has been quite a while since this leg keeps bothering me."
She walked better with the help of Whiteflame. As they walked out of the camp, Poppyfur felt a new energy surge through her. She smiled a smile she hadn't smiled for many, many moons. She felt like a young warrior again, padding through the territory she knew like her own front paws. She looked at Whitefang and her blood went cold. "Deathclaw?!" she screeched as she gazed into the eyes of a pur black cat with blood red eyes and paws. She blinked and looked at Whitefang. The fear in her eyes had not faded yet.
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Post by cat on Jun 24, 2008 10:57:36 GMT -5
OOc: Whiteflame Lily. Not Whitefang. XD
Bic: Hearing the long-dead warrior's name, Whiteflame was caught off guard. Looking at Poppyfur with a hard stare, he realized the great fear that had consumed her momentarily. Apparently in her confusion she thought HE was Deathclaw. Thank StarClan I'm not. He thought darkly. Now, padding closer to Poppyfur, the elder was concerned. She was still tense, still afraid. Why now of all times had she brought him up. Why was Deathclaw still haunting her? He remembered the dreadful past, all the kits lost for no apparent reason. Perhaps she had been thinking about her kits and the image of her former mate had appeared. "Poppyfur," He meowed gently, his eyes searching, "Deathclaw's not here. He's gone. No need to worry about him."
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 24, 2008 17:52:49 GMT -5
(I am messing up everything... xD I am such a MOUSE BRAIN!!!)
Poppyfur looked at WhiteFLAME. She looked at her paws, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..." she mewed quietly. "I... I just got lost in my memories." she murmured. She felt like a total mousebrain. Why must all my memories be bad?! she thought. She looked at Whiteflame. "I'm sorry..." she meowed again.
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Post by cat on Jun 24, 2008 18:47:30 GMT -5
Whiteflame pressed closer to the she-cat, trying to comfort her. He knew she was hurting; she had been for too many moons to count now. It was enough to rip your heart in two. The tom began to purr, as a mother would for a young kit. "Don't worry about it Poppyfur. You've been hurt. Memories are bound to haunt you." He meowed. It was only a moment later when he thought of something. "Do....do you still love him?"
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 24, 2008 19:09:31 GMT -5
Poppyfur sighed. "No, no I don't, Whiteflame. I'm afraid of him. All the death he brought to the Clan. And I was stupid enough to fall in love with him. He was an omen. That's why I'm afraid to even see him in my own memories. Even in my dreams I'm afraid." she replied truthfully. She gazed up into the sky and watched the clouds for a moment. She felt safe with Whiteflame, and she put Deathclaw into the back of her mind, hopefully forgeting him for forever.
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Post by cat on Jun 24, 2008 22:32:37 GMT -5
Whiteflame gazed down at the ground, unable to speak. So he was right. The she-cat was always haunted by this. He took a deep breath. Perhaps he could change this for her. Be her friend, keep her mind off of Deathclaw. She needed a friend now more then ever. He would make sure, if it was the last thing he'd do, he'd make sure she could keep her murderous mate off her mind. "I'm sorry Poppyfur. So, so sorry. Have you ever told anyone this?" He questioned, wondering if Aspenfrost could help her.
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Post by lily ♫ on Jun 24, 2008 22:46:08 GMT -5
Poppyfur looked into Whiteflame's eyes. "No... Not even my kits." she mewed. She saw the concern in his eyes. "I'm fine you old furball." she meowed with a happier tone. "Live in the good times, which for me, is now! So, FOCUS ON MY GOOD TIMES!" she yowled comically. She laughed and smiled again. I ain't no stupid old furball. she thought. She coughed and tried to clear her throat, buther old, frail lungs only let out a wheeze. She coughed harderand ran behind a tree.
She came running back after a few more coughs. "Hairball."
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