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Post by MiNTY♥ on Oct 29, 2008 17:34:29 GMT -5
Olivinesilk ran away from camp heading in the opposite direction of the camp. She ran and ran, but it did not make any difference how far she ran, it did not help her to escape her problems. She began to slow until she realised that she was at the border and so she stopped. What was beyond Tempestclan? It would be interesting to find out, but then would she totally forget her brother? She did not want him to leave her, and his memory lasted longer here. Turning she passed a short way off from the border to where he had been burried after being found. She remembered it exactly. She lay across the top of it and looked over her shoulder as if he was right there beside her, not underneath the ground, but sitting beside her smiling and chatting. She gulped uneasily when she had felt herself moving forward to touch his nose, and found only air, as his image disappeared.
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Post by cranberry on Oct 29, 2008 18:07:41 GMT -5
Stealthily she trotted over the sloping landscapes, biting her lip uneasily, debating whether or not to call out to Olivinesilk. There was really no need for her to be sneaking, and she wasn't very skilled at it, she noted with a cringe, but she didn't want to frighten her mentor or worse, make her angry. She wondered if the concern was showing in her eyes as she padded closer tentatively, extending a diminutive paw to prod the other she-cat gently. "Are you alright?" she whispered, her creamy pelt ruffling slightly in the breeze. "I wouldn't worry about Thunderthighs, I get the idea he's a bit of a player." Wrenpaw gave a tiny, unsure smile, then reminded herself to shut it. It would be better to listen than to make random assumptions. [/blockquote] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Nov 1, 2008 9:00:26 GMT -5
"No I am not alright!" The she-cat snapped coldly after a long moment of silence. She stood up and turned around swiftly her fur rising slightly. She opened her maw to growl something but thought the better of that. Turning her back on Wrenpaw she moved away so she felt like she had room to breathe. She focused on the slow rising and falling of her chest. She turned to say something to Wrenpaw, but as she did the cat standing behind Wrenpaw caught her eye. She gasped and dashed over to him. "It's him!"
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Post by raid on Nov 4, 2008 16:28:29 GMT -5
His lithe body crept into the area, his piercing eyes scanning the cats that he was leaving behind. He didn't want to be around anybody right now, they had all pissed him off. He was done with the sissy pretty cats that made up Tempestclan. They weren't anything like he knew, they weren't the harsh cats he once grew up around. Not while his mother was here, she had kept everything in line. But with her gone, he was almost alone. His brother was the only real Tempestclan cat he could think of. Every other cat had shown how much they didn't belong. Growling he picked up his pace, moving farther and farther from the camp. Jumping up a tree he quickly clambered to a decent branch and stretched out. He blinked quickly before trying to let his anger out on the bark. His claws sunk into the tree. "Tempestclan.Huh." His words were short, anger filled, malicious and spat out of his mouth.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Nov 9, 2008 13:26:13 GMT -5
Her quick paw steps carried her quickly among the undergrowth, he tail lashed twice in one movement. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly heard another cat following her trail. A growl rose in her throat as she turned around and bared her teeth at the apprentice who was 'stalking' her. "Go and make yourself useful and prove yourself to be worthy of a place as a warrior in this clan." She snapped abruptly at it. She looked on coldly until she was sure that it was out of sight, before turning around and moving on with her journey. Whitestar should be sending out strong border patrols ready to attack any intruders, not sitting around and having fun with Silentwrath. He may be a useless mute but he could fight and he had the right attitude. Mates changed cats. A strong leader would be good too, until then she didn't see why she should be hanging around waiting for orders that would never come. Lifting an unsheathed paw she smashed it into the trunk of a tree sending splinters of bark flying everywhere.
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Post by raid on Nov 9, 2008 13:38:40 GMT -5
Hearing another cat, the tom's ears perked up at the sound of a cold voice. Hmph. At last another cat was seeming to find the real meaning of Tempestclan. Opening one eye he peered down at the cat. A she-cat, white, one he didn't recognize right at first. He didn't pay attention to his clan-mates. Most of them were good for nothing, even Whitestar was the same way. He couldn't stay the clan leader and her love life. Snorting in disgust he decided to yell at the cat. What was she trying to do? "Trying to destroy the tree now are we?" He snarled, his voice thick with disgust. There was no reason to destroy something he was in. Unless of course she hated him and a battle was to take place. Bring it on.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Nov 9, 2008 14:34:01 GMT -5
Asphyxiaspook scratched her ear with her hind paw, getting bark that was stuck out. Her eyes narrowed to slits as a cat spoke up, what was his problem? "Well Whitestar has already destroyed Tempestclan so I don't see why it should make that much of a difference." She spat back coldly in defense. Though this statement was in many differen't ways true, whatever happened to Tearstar? She glanced up at him for a brief moment then went back to her own business. She raked her claws down the tree and took a step back to inspect how shard they were. Satisfied with the sharpness she began to scent for something near by to test it out on. Disappearing into a bush she crouched and waited, after long enough a bird flew down and that was the end of its short life. She swiped her tongue over her fangs, but kicked dirt over it. How long would it be until cats began to break the warrior code due to Whitestar's lack of leadership?
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