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Post by leafy on Sept 21, 2008 13:00:00 GMT -5
He raced through the forest, the breeze rushing through his fur. It felt glorious, he yowled with excitement, hearing it echo all throughout the forest. Wreathy was quite content today, he had started a parshal friendship with Harvestmoon, maybe she'd try to bee a little less experating. StarClan only knew how she'd react when he tried to be nice to him.
A mouse scampered past Wreathedmoon, he skidded to a stop, causing dust to fly everywhere. The tom sneezed and shook his pelt, before racing clumsily after the mouse. I'll get it, what a stupid creature!
[/b] Wreathy pounced, his ego bigger than ever, knowing he'd catch the mouse.[/color] Thud! He landed on the ground, sprawled out awkwardly. "Crap! He spat, glaring at the ground. This made him mad, how dare the mouse get out of his way! Wreathedmood stood up, hoping nobody saw him mess up.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/sup] |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 21, 2008 13:17:47 GMT -5
faces all around me, they don't smile, they just crack
Her large, cumersome paws were high stepping with confidence, springy and light, yet, at the same time, they were heavy, so heavy, like great rocks strapped to her long russet limbs, dragging her down, while she struggle to hold on to herself, Harvestmoon only sunk further. The whole mess was like sinking sand. It was like, nowadays, the only thing that occupied her mind was hormones, like a love struck apprentice! Which was thoroughly baffling. Harvestmoon hadn't been an apprentice in over twenty moons, so why was all she think about was toms?
waitin' for our ship to come but our ship's not comin' back
Oh it was clear enough to her. StarClan damn him, it was Wreathedmoon. Cocky, arrogent, disgustingly rude yet the most horribly charming tom she'd met. It was that utterly horrid bufoon, occupying her once cheerful thoughts. Harvestmoon was no longer Harvestmoon. She was some love-struck ninny. Of course, she wasn't actually in love with the handsome deputy, was she? No. Of course not.
what are we savin' for? what are we savin' for?
"Smooth one, Hot Shot." Harvestmoon's sarcastic drawl could be heard as she made her way to the shade colored tom's side from the meadows, her paws still sopping from her chilling glacial dip. "You should get a reward for that catch." Her rouge red mask held a fainty suave smirk at catching his screw up, it quite seemed to Harvestmoon he needed help his cursing himself.
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Post by leafy on Sept 22, 2008 17:33:33 GMT -5
Wreathedmoon turned his head suddenly, seeing the beautiful pelt he had been craving. "Harvestmoon, er, hi." He muttered, inwardly making a mental note to not stutter at her like that. He'd embarress himself, as if this wasn't embaressing enough. Oh great, she saw him attempt to catch the dang mouse. "Oh thanks.." He retorted with monotone, butting her shoulder with his head to show he was joking. Harvest probably wouldn't do the same but he'd try to be civilized. "Everyone messes up, even a perfect guy like me," Wreathy mewed sarcastically, hoping to at least lighten the moon a little bit.
//sorry lazy post xD
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 22, 2008 17:43:40 GMT -5
The big lean she-cat grinned, raising a forepaw for a moment, idly. She winked and flicked her tail, catching him over the ear with an absent contact, padding past him so her elt brushed his. Harvestmoon's nostrils flared for a moment, she inhaled his smoky, musky, rich scent that reminded her of the sweet scent of pine needles. Blinking, she frowned, turning her burning face so he wouldn't see her confusion at herself. Why was she enjoying herself so much? Stop it, Harvestmoon! She scolded herself, then inclinded her face slowly. "That strikes me as a surprise, actually." The red warrior replied, the corner of her maw curling into a smug expression. "I think you n- need some mentoring, deputy," She scoffed, making up an excuse to hunt with him. "Come on." She smiled invitingly.
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Post by leafy on Sept 23, 2008 16:01:53 GMT -5
 Wreathy enjoyed this contact while it lasted, Harvest brushed her pelt against his, he pushed closer until she turned away in confusion it seemed. He sighed, and brushed his tain against her's. Wreathedmoon loved Harvestmoon, but did she really love him back? Was it worth it, spilling his guts to her if she didn't spill her's back? Stop! He scoffed himself, but couldn't keep the smile off his face as she practically asked him to hunt. "Y-yes I would." Wreathedmoon replied with a cheesy wink. He abruptly set of in one direction, hoping for her to follow. |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 23, 2008 16:17:01 GMT -5
Against all intinct and logical reasoning, a big, radiant smile popped onto Harvestmoon's face like an instantly blooming flower, making her usually steely olive eyes soft and sparkling with glee just an intant before she got her guarded and aloof flopping emotions under control. Forcefully, the red warrior turned the smile into a smirk, losing the radiance of her apperance. But, instead of snapping, she bounced along behind him like a good lovesick she-cat, sickening herself further. "Let's go to the lake!" She piped up after a moment of silent walking. "I could go for a fish or two," That wreched smile appeared again, before she got it under controls, and all thoughts flicked to poor Driftingice, who, Harvestmoon had been accidentally neglecting over her newfound obsession with Wreathedmoon- or.. wait! She wasn't obsessing!
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Post by cranberry on Sept 28, 2008 10:38:30 GMT -5
//rush rush rush
Turquoise orbs lit up in exhilaration; such a wide, open expanse! And he was finally free to explore it, boundary to boundary, without being scolded. He let his eyelids flutter shut and breathed in deeply through his russet sniffer.
His eyes popped open again and he flexed his claws, still sharp and kitlike. He knew full well he ought to be focusing on apprentice training, but that was so boring, so traditional. Why let his mentor guide him around like he was blind, when he could be investigating himself? Stalling no longer he took off, stomping around wildly in the glacial streams, drenching his pelt with the frigid water. He let the tall moor grass tickle his nose, climbed the most precariously perched boulders, and finally collapsed in a blissful sort of exhaustion. He could do this all day.
//slipping into infinity
It was that morning the thought first occured to him.
Several things had lead up to it: First, he wasn't getting any younger. Or smaller, for that matter, he was almost the size of an average ZephyrClan warrior. And secondly, he had only caught whispers of it on the breeze, but there was definitely something big going on. How shameful was it, to be a clan cat, and know nothing of what was happening? Sharp pangs of guilt pricked him like thorns, and he stared ashamed at his sandy paws.
But somehow, a tiny doubt nagged at him. It was always going to be this way, wasn't it? There was no reason to go on living.
...living here, at least.
With a sudden spark of determination he broke into a run, having no real destination, but he had to get away. And just like that he could no longer stand the sight of the moor, only the unexplored territory ahead could soothe him. He pelted across the border, and just kept on running.
// dune to mc terra // [/blockquote] |
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