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Post by cranberry on Sept 17, 2008 20:30:13 GMT -5
A crisp morning breeze whistled through the moor, rustling the long stalks of grass and parting the she-cat's fur wildly. She lifted her head lovingly to the sky, embracing the gales, enjoying the exhilaration. It was easy to forget the turmoil only two months before, easy to forget the fading scars etched permanently beneath her silky fur. But of course, no clan cat could completely lose sight of those scarlet eyes, the massive silvery tom they called Knife, uttering a warning to his new prey. They would be back. And they would be back stronger than before, recooperated and accustomed to the clans' tactics.
She paced warily between clusters of jagged boulders, contemplating the same thought over and over again. What is to be done? What can be done? Far off in the east, the gray sky was giving way to a rising sun, spreading its warmth and color across the moor. It was the ultimate test for her, a threat much more dire than she could have possibly anticipated. And yet it was also an opportunity. To prove herself, and her clan.
Pivoting around, she padded slowly back into the perimeters of the camp, hoping to find her deputy or a senior warrior. The best action to take right now was to send messengers to all of the other clans. United, the four might stand a chance against the oncomers. She was certain Lynxstar and Ghoststar would concur, Whitestar was another story, but that didn't matter right now. She paused at the fresh-kill pile, ice blue eyes scanning for any prospects. [/blockquote] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 18, 2008 2:09:08 GMT -5
Crypticstreak left the den, just like he did every morining, looked to the fresh kill pile that was always empty or old by morning and went and sulked in a corner. He was so bored of having nothing to do, his friends seemed to be not bothered by this life style but he was. No adverture, no nothing. He sighed and swiped a tongue over his handsome black tash. Hewould have to do something about that, but not while Larkstar was surveying camp with those eyesof hers that seem to never miss anything. He closed his eyes and pretended to dose off like a good little warrior would when camp was so quiet. He could see the suns glare rom behind his shut eyelids, it looked orange, not the color it usually was. It was strange how it was powerful enough to chase you even when your eyes were shut, trying to block it from view.
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 18, 2008 14:43:06 GMT -5
Screechgale blinked her eyes open, trying to wake herself from sleep. She walked over to the herb stock and started to check to see what was needed, and if they could have more of anything. Noticing that everything was in order, she walked out into camp to see if there was anything she could do for the clan. Approaching Larkstar she sat down and gazed off into the distance. "Nice morning isn't it." She mewed trying to seem normal, yet she was still traumatized from the near death experience she had. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" The young medicine cat asked, the apprentice in her wanting to please her leader.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 18, 2008 15:16:10 GMT -5
The dawntide zephyr wafted into her slightly parted maw, rising into her scent glands, bringing with it memories of any given day of ZephyrClan, happy, childish memories, none including men in coats or seared paws, rather, of bright olive eyes and flashes of red fur. Peals of giggles and splashes of water upon her always-groomed pelt of frost. Since the supposed issue between Harvestmoon and Wreathedmoon, it was rare for Driftingice and her best friend to spend the long, kittenishly playful hours together. Harvestmoon always seemed flustered or confused, and always quite lost as of recent. But of course, the fond playdates always repeating in her head, like a broken record, skipping and jumping about mournfully, but the chortles and splashes still rang in her mind, echoing through the lack of other happy memories. Blue eyes bobbed through camp, soft, gentle breezes ruffled her snowy coat as she stood at the gaping entrance of the warriors den, Harvestmoon, of course, no where to be found, off fighting an unknown battle. Only several cats seemed to be milling about and Driftingice, timid as she was, padded shyly to Larkstar, screwing her eyes shut and letting them pop open before speaking, vsilky voice as tender and soft as a whisper, smoky and smooth as a velvet night. "Larkstar? Is there anything I could be put to use for? In these last few weeks, it seemed I've been left out of all the bustle, and left to dwell in boredom."
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Post by queenboo on Sept 20, 2008 1:03:57 GMT -5
Flamebreeze padded around camp to find her apprentice. It was time for training. Her pelt was shining brightly as she was padding along. She called out her apprentice's name and waited.
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Post by cranberry on Sept 20, 2008 15:37:57 GMT -5
Wrapping her tail tightly around her forepaws, Larkstar let out a purr of amusement as Crypticstreak emerged from the warriors' den, promptly flopping down in the sun upon seeing her. She would let him have his beauty sleep for the moment, as any cat could see, it was imperative to the maintaining of his lovely stache. She lingered patiently near the center of camp, flexing her claws every now and then and humming a quiet tune. Gradually the camp came to life, warriors staggering out of dens sleepily, stretching their weary limbs and blinking in the harsh sun. Screechgale joined her, making idle chitchat, and she still wanted to shake her head in amazement. It seemed like just yesterday, she had been a timid apprentice, merely Screechpaw, unsure and hesitant. Now she seemed bold and focused, such a drastic change from the tiny singapura she thought she had known. With a cringe she recalled Fallenleaf, and hoped her apprentice wouldn't follow in her footsteps.
"Not at the moment, I think," she replied, her voice as light as air, a whisper on the breeze. "Just make sure you have a solid supply of herbs, we don't have the slightest idea what MaliceClan is planning." It was completely true, sadly. How could the clans be so powerless?
She tilted her head slightly and frigid blue eyes lit up to see Driftingice, graceful but ever so tenative, padding towards them. Larkstar pulled the corners of her lip up a bit in what she hoped would appear to be a smile, trying to look as warm and as inviting as possible. Harvestmoon had been odd lately, drowning in a miserable reverie, and though Drift was trying hard to conceal it, she was clearly worried. I hope I'm not responsible for this, she thought, biting her lip. Possibly she could make up for her scathing treatment to Harvestmoon this way. Her eyes widened as, to her surprise, the snowy white she-cat offered her assistance, and then quickly masked her skeptical expression. She was positive the warrior had only asked expecting something like a patrol or hunting. Then again, there was no reason why she shouldn't go, even though Drift wouldn't have been her first pick. Brushing her uncertainty away with a shake of her head, she nodded and slowly mewed, "Actually, Driftingice - I'd like you to travel to TempestClan camp and ask Whitestar for an alliance against MaliceClan. Tell Crypticstreak I'd like him to do the same for Lynxstar and Ghoststar." she paused and added, "And be careful. I don't know what kind of plans Knife and his army have, but don't do anything rash." [/blockquote] |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 20, 2008 15:59:49 GMT -5
Her tenative paws tread a pebble, and instantly, without a shriek or yelp, Driftingice sharply retreated her delicate paw from the earth, pain showing in her eyes, but only for a moment, gently, she released her limb to gravity, carefully allowing it to fall to earth. Her tufted white ears swiveled forth to absorb Larkstar's orders, not gentle in the least; Driftingice didn't expect them to be. Gentle was the furthest word from acurate if describing the pale leader. "Yes'm," was all the warrior quietly murmured, not meeting Larkstar's eyes, her own flowing across the ground, moving in sinc with her graceful skull as her body twisted in the opposite direction of her leader, toward the black and white warrior known as Crypticstreak. A quick, mild tinge of resentment flashed through Driftingice's mind, did the most timid she-cat in clan have to rouse the boisterously stached tom? yes. Yes she did. With a sharp inhale, Driftingice extended her forelimb to tenderly prod Crypticstreak's shoulder. "Crypticstreak?" She murmured, "Larkstar would like you to ask, um, Lynxstar and Ghoststar to ally with us against Knife and MaliceClan." She meowed, her voice hardly more than a shy whisper. Blinking once, twice, she moved off, her thick, bushy tail swaying in the gentle winds of their namesake. Picking up a small bundle of moistly bitter leaves, she tucked it inside a piece of freshkill and folded it up, daintily swallowing the less-than-appetizing meal, Diriftingice hummed a note, and padded out of camp.
.drifty ----> tc camp.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 21, 2008 4:42:55 GMT -5
Crypticstreak looked up when he felt a soft paw on his pelt. He looked over to Larkstar and made sure to catch her eye before giving her a quick nod. Both beautiful ladies to try and charm." He meowed with a smirk. He liked to go for a challenge, so that would lead him to Lynxstar first of all, she was a little less easy to talk around, it would have been easier for the sweet Driftingice to talk to the leader, but he could be just as sweet, and as much of a such up. He rose to his paws and absently ate something similar to what Driftingice had. His nose wrinkled at the not-so-sweet tang it left in his mouth and sighed. He waved farewell to a few nearby clan mates with a flick of his tail and padded out of camp. He started swiftly in the direction of Vertigoclan, having to pause for breath now and then, it was a long journey but he would not dissapoint. |
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 21, 2008 18:43:46 GMT -5
Screechgale nodded when her leader told her that she was of no need at the time. Sighing she walked back to her medicine supply. She sat down and started to reorganize the herbs.
Shadowedpaw yawned as she walked out of the den, stretching. That was a good nap, she thought. She wandered out into a nice sunny spot, laying down her eyes started wandering the camp looking for Maskedpaw. He was the only cat she could really talk to, at least she felt that way. She was bored out of her mind right now and that is why she was so desperately looking for Maskedpaw.
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Post by cranberry on Oct 6, 2008 19:10:40 GMT -5
Silently and gracefully each toffee brown paw made contact with the smooth, unbroken earth, and she raised her head skyward, frosty blue gaze clouded with anxiety. Not long now before Driftingice and Crypticstreak would be back, presumably in one piece. There should be no more delays, no more needless worry, only acceptance that she was sending her clan into battle, with what might - but would hopefully not - be disastrous results.
She poised herself and coiled her leg muscles, springing to a ledge in one nimble leap. Clearing her throat, she yowled, "Cats of ZephyrClan!", pausing for a moment to ensure she had everyone's attention. "As I am sure most of you are only too aware, roughly two moons ago, under the supposed truce of the gathering, we were attacked by the brutal savages who called themselves MaliceClan. Despite how imposing this 'Knife' and his cronies have made themselves sound, there is no reason for us to be cowering with our tails between our legs." She slammed a firm paw down on the edge of her podium in an encouraging display of vigor and called again, "This is our territory, for StarClan's sake, and never before have the clans stood by for rogues to make themselves at home. Tonight, with the assistance of Lynxstar, Whitestar, Ghoststar, and their clans, we will fight back. All cats who are able please come see me, and that should be all of you, spare the younger apprentices."
Larkstar paused, debating her next words carefully, and then finished, "Never before have I seen a threat like this, but I know we won't be pushed around this easily. I've got confidence in all of you." Quietly she slipped down from her ledge, and cringed slightly at the thought she had omitted.
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Post by mizuinu on Oct 7, 2008 20:16:03 GMT -5
Screechgale poked her head out of her den when she heard her leader call. Not sure if she was to be included in the fighting group of cats she listened anyway. One Larkstar was done speaking she strode confidently over to the respected leader. "Do you wish me to stay behind and watch over the camp, and tend to hose who come back early because they are gravely wounded?" She asked curiously, hoping the answer would be yes. Though she would love to kill the MaliceClan cats as much as any other cat, but she is still so traumatized by the battle she was in 2 moons earlier she didn't even like stepping foot outside of camp. The young medicine cat cocked her head to the side waiting for her leaders answer.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 7, 2008 22:21:13 GMT -5
It seemed like it was the for the first time in moons, Harvestmoon and Driftingice made contact. Their tails brushed against each others' flanks in recognition and affection, but when olive green pools melted into icy blue, there was nothing, no remembrance of their past together, the friendship dangling, with no eminent violence or dislike, but perhaps only an uncanny drifting on Harvestmoon's behalf, as they tumbled away from each other. For good? All Driftingice could do was desperately hope it was not the case, Harvestmoon would find herself and they'd dance through the shallow streams once more, because her life would be completely gray without her best friend there to keep her sharp and smilin'. A frown creased Driftingice's pretty face, and something like red hot frustration smoldered in her cold eyes like embers, half put out by whatever was distracting Harvestmoon so much. Sighing, the white she-cat sharply turned away and swam through the crowd, away from the ginger one.
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She felt the gentle touch upon her quarter, the soft brushing of each hair upon her own delicate flesh, calming her frayed nerves, but there was nothing there. No one. All Harvestmoon could see was a sorrowful blue eyed white cat, blame hardening her once soft eyes, and the red cat wanted to cry. She wanted to claw Wreathie's ears and run away from home just like the lovesick apprentice she was playing in this drama. his horribly sick drama tale she could rip up and never think of again if it weren't for the fact that her internal organs completely melted into hot goo whenever she felt Wreathedmon's presence near her. He was so out of her league, and not only that, she hated him! Right? Shaking off the facts from the fiction, she realized Driftingice had gone, and she felt a blackness growing already in her heart, for she then realized how dead their friendship was. There was no one to fault but herself. Maybe this battle, to add to the epic tale, could bring her back, back to life, real life. Harvestmoon snaked through the crowd to find something to eat. |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Oct 8, 2008 2:23:27 GMT -5
Crypticstreak was padding over to the fresh kill pile when he bumped into Drigtingice, not literally, for he was not a clumsy cat. "Care to catch something to eat with me? You will need your strength to fight as well as you do." He meowed and tilted hius head casually to the side watching her, but not that closely. He could only tell that she was not happy, he did not pay enough attention to know that it was Harvestmoon. He was not as tired after having a short nap in Celestialclan, however it might do him good to get another short sleep if he could. He thought of Ghoststar's unusual kindness to him, she was not usually like that, but the cat he got to talk to saw nothing strange about it. Maybe she just put on a cold hard mask for the other clans to see normaly. Who would have thought? Ghoststar a little sweetheart? Well what did he expect, they were Celestialclan after all. Still, they were as strong as any clan. He thought of the pregnant ginger and white she-cat. He hoped her mate would return home after the battle. He sighed, he knew why this really had to be done.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 10, 2008 16:23:34 GMT -5
Her head shot up from its downward position, as her paws dragged upon the ground in the most pessimistic manner, as if the whole world were out to get her, lurking behind every tree trunk was another betrayal. But then he was talking, jabbering quite charmingly away, and Driftingice nearly choked on the air she'd been breathing all her moons. A violet eruption of coughing burst from her delicate frosty maw, embarrassingly enough. Just when Crypticstreak, charmer of all cats, decides to land his trap on her. After a few moments of spewing dry air, Driftingice managed a faint sheepish smile, self-frustration hidden in its depths. "Um, eheh." Her elegant crystal lights flicked away from his monochrome pelt. "Sure, thanks." She wanted to run off, she didn't know how to talk to toms! This particiular one was making her feel rather melted inside, and worst of all, he added his adorable, yet somehow meaningless, little compliments into the mix. The big white warrior's ears shown crimson beneath their frosty cover.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Oct 10, 2008 16:33:12 GMT -5
Crypticstreak smiled in encouragement to the she-cat, he was nothing to be scared of, he did not bite, and he was not bitter in any way, well to cats in his own clan. He padded over to the fresh kill pile and picked up a piece of freshkill and moved away from the pile a little to eat it. "We will win thsi battle, Maliceclan have no chance!" He meowed and drew his tongue over his tash, a sweet habit of his. He took a seat and waited for Driftingice to join him before taking a bit of his mouse. It was only a matter of time before Larkstar called then to battle, a battle that they were going to win against Maliceclan. "I mean if you think about how they ran away last time, there is no chance that we wont beat them this time, they think they are big but really they and no better than us, in fact they are lower than the clans, those horrible blood thirsty cats." He meowed
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