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Post by cranberry on Jan 11, 2009 15:36:06 GMT -5
ZephyrClan's territory is truly a gorgeous sight, a vast, sprawling expanse of moorland decorated with meandering glacial streams. In the distance, VertigoClan's snow-capped mountains loom, and tall evergreens dot the landscape here and there. The majority of the territory is quite flat and open, with long, dew-laced grass, easy on a cat's pawpads. |
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Post by raid on Jan 11, 2009 17:26:29 GMT -5
Her eyes were green, her bodice silver as she danced carefully across the landscape of her beautiful clan. She had always been fond of her clan. Though her life was short and she didn't have much to tell of the uninteresting adventures, she was proud to say she was who she was. As her speed decreased slowly, her ears flickered slightly as sounds drifted towards her ears and she caught them. Her eyes scanned over everything swiftly, taking in the surroundings and anything that might provide information to her. She was quite the observant cat, also quite the swift one. Sighing softly as she looked at the ground beneath her paws, she tried to decide what to do. Hunt would e the right answer. Something she should do and something that needed to be done. Finding herself at the edge of the river she watched as a fish swam upstream towards her. The sun was on her back, casting her shadow in front of her. At least she wouldn't scare the fish away now. As it came closer she swiped a paw down, claws extended, before bringing it back up in a U motion. Satisfied as the fish flopped on the bank she pushed it farther away from the water before returning back to her fishing.
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Post by meta on Jan 11, 2009 19:15:00 GMT -5
Brokentail strode down the bank of the river, listening to the soft rushing of the flow. He could see quite a few fish darting around underneath the surface, but he was not in the mood for fishing. The tabby tom's tail was aching furiously, and he probably should have gone to get something to kill the pain, but he hadn't in some strange sense of pride. Now Brokentail padded downstream, wincing at the slightest movement of his tail.
He hadn't gotten far when he heard a loud thrashing in the water ahead, and the warrior looked up to see another cat fishing. On closer inspection the brown and black tabby tom realized that this was his clanmate, Shiverleaf, the silver she-cat. Once he was in hearing range Brokentail called out to her.
"Shiverleaf! How are you this fine day?"
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Post by raid on Jan 12, 2009 16:42:28 GMT -5
Hearing her name, a list of names quickly ran through her head. Tom it was by the tone of his voice, though what cat? One who wasn't too important a warrior was more than likely the case. The words she quickly scanned through. Her name was pronounced quickly, exclamatory. Somebody happy to see her, had to be a close friend. She didn't have many of those, and most were she-cats. Brokentail...it had to be him. Describing the day before she even had a chance to recall what it might be like for her. Smiling softly she turned her head and grinned as she realized she was right. "Brokentail!" She purred as she scooped the fish into her jaws. She padded swiftly to him, nearing him in a couple seconds. Setting the fish down she smiled and noticed that he was looking rather handsome today. Though he was quite some moons older than she. "I'm well, how are you doing yourself?" Shiverleaf spoke with a smile on her face, dropping her haunches and curling her tail around her paws as she sat.
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Post by meta on Jan 12, 2009 18:01:47 GMT -5
Brokentail smiled warmly back at the she-cat. It felt good to smile, and he hadn't broken his painful frown all day. Stupid tail. The tabby warrior looked over his shoulder at it, wincing at the pain that shot through his broken appendage as it began to flick back and forth. The tom returned his tail to it's stationary position behind himself. Brokentail looked back at Shiverleaf, the smile returning to his face.
"Hmm... I've been better. My tail is killing me!" He flinched again. "I'm not going to let that dampen my spirits, though. I'm glad to hear you're doing good."
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Post by cedarclaw on Jan 12, 2009 18:12:52 GMT -5
Dewstreams muscles rippled across his silver fur, his eyes wide and full of hopes and dreams, fears and thoughts of the future. His pace was slowed, as he enjoyed the feeling of the lush grass which was soothing his paws. As he reached his favorite stream, the tom settle down, angled so that his shadow wouldn't be seen from the clear water.
The tom was tempted to dip his head down, and take a long drink from the stream, but the clan came first. The clan came first, no matter what. A flicker in the water had snapped his attention back to the gleaming surface, as he readied himself for the catch. It was a medium fish, not the most interesting fish, just a normal, what seemed to be silver fish. Still, it was food, and he didn't give a care in the world what his prey looked like.
Claws unsheathed, he readied his white, oval paw, curving it elegantly, his eyes narrowed, deep in concentration. The fish was a whisker-length away from where he wanted it to be, and in the blink of an eye, there was a flash of white, silver, the quite noise of something being dipped in water, and a fish was lying, unmoving next to the silver tabby tom. Smiling, he pushed it aside, and licked the frigid water off his white paw.
Looking to his left, Dewstream caught sight of two cats, who seemed to be chatting. Picking up his fish in his jaws, he began to slowly making his way toward the two, his eyes shining brightly, the only sound he could hear was the bubbling of the stream, the whisper of the wind, his paws thrumming the wet grass underfoot, and of course, the quiet tones of the two who were talking.
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Post by raid on Jan 12, 2009 18:13:33 GMT -5
Smiling softly at the tom's words, Shiverleaf laughed and poked at the fish that laid beside her. "I figured we could use some more fresh kill back at camp. And oh you stubborn fool why don't you just take some poppy seed or whatever Screechgale will give ya?" A purr rose from her and turned into a soft laughter. Her brilliant minty green eyes sparkled as she rose to her paws. Her tail flicked contently and she let her legs pull her body apart as she stretched. Her muscles ached slightly and she felt like she could be in for a good run right about now. Though that was beyond her and something she didn't think the older tom Brokentail would like. Seeing another approach them she smiled softly as she recognized the tom. Dewstream. "Well it looks as if Dewstream will be with us soon." |
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Post by meta on Jan 12, 2009 18:24:12 GMT -5
Brokentail chuckled at Shiverleaf's words. Of course her words were no less than truth, but the tabby tom had always been consumed with stubborn pride. Brokentail shrugged.
"Well, you know me, always the optimist. It'll probably stop hurting soo-"
He was cut off as a sharp gasp escaped him. His tail throbbed a second time, and the tom looked back. There was puss coming from the old wound, but what else was their? It was much darker than the sickly yellow goo. Blood! The reopened wound throbbed a second time, and Brokentail's legs buckled beneath him.
"Y'know..." He gasped again. "Maybe I should see Screechgale."
{xD Sorry, I was bored.}
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Post by raid on Jan 12, 2009 18:35:36 GMT -5
Shiverleaf smiled softly but the smile quickly faded as she rushed to her friend's side and helped him to the ground. "Brokentail, tsk tsk you should of seen her awhile ago. Now it's all infected. I can probably find what I need. My mother was to be a medicine cat, though when she met my father and the thought of kits popped up. She jumped off that track quickly. I know a thing of two. " She knew the herbs were close around here and could probably find them in a jiffy. Racing off she found some marigold, burdock root, and horsetail. All in the same places her mother had shown her should she ever need them. Smiling she found a patch of cobwebs and hobbled back towards Brokentail. "I didn't have time to find poppy seed. So this will hurt more than likely." Sighing she quickly chewed up the herbs and applied them, wrapping the wound with cobwebs. Taking a few steps back she admired her work, knowing well enough that her mother would be proud.
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Post by meta on Jan 12, 2009 19:03:23 GMT -5
Brokentail groaned and was about to protest, but the she-cat had already sped off. He didn't Shiverleaf to go out of her way for him, but he knew it was no use. When she returned he looked at the herbs with a mixture of emotions. Anxiety, relief... and fear. It had been a while since he had felt that last. Despite this, though, the tabby tom nodded to her, and winced only slightly as she applied the make-shift poultice.
Brokentail could feel the bleeding stop, and he was soon able struggled to his feet. The warrior looked to his rescuer, his eyes thankful.
"Thank you, Shiverleaf. If you want to continue fishing I think I can make it back to camp on my own."
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Post by cedarclaw on Jan 12, 2009 20:37:49 GMT -5
Dewstreams pace had increased into a brisk trot, as he realized the two he was nearing. Shiverleaf. And, Brokentail? He sighed happily, dropping his fish near one of his closer fishing spots as he approached the two. He could smell the faint scent of blood. He was merely curious, and his eyes gleamed with concern as he asked, "Is everything alright?" he paused. "I thought I scented blood," the tom murmured, shrugging. He could scent something stronger. Herbs, he concluded. I think.
"Do you two need any help?" he asked. "I was just hunting," he stated, a twinkle in his eye. His front white paws were kneading the ground, as he awaited an answer.
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Post by raid on Jan 12, 2009 20:56:45 GMT -5
Shiverleaf smiled at Brokentail's comment and purred slightly. As she was about to respond she heard the voice of Dewstream. A beautiful tom who always amazed her when they talked and she was around him. She felt as if she stumbled for words however. She felt awkward and she could only stare at the handsome tom before realizing she was staring straight at him for a few seconds of silence. "Ummm..." Laughing nervously she looked at Brokentail and smiled before turning back to Dewstream. "We don't need help. Well maybe we do. I was about to help Brokentail back to camp, though I caught a fish and well it might be hard to carry this old tom and the fish back. " Laughing once more she smiled.
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Post by cedarclaw on Jan 12, 2009 21:50:58 GMT -5
Dewstream chuckled at Shiverleaf, his eyes sparkling happily. He looked Brokentail up, and then down, and opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He chuckled weakly. "I'll take the fish, unless you don't want to escort Brokentail back to camp," he meowed, his eyes glinting joyously. "If not, I'd be delighted to help him back to camp," he meowed, nodding his head curly, his tail flicking. "Just one question. What happened exactly? It looks like the wounds re-opened," he meowed. "Just an accident?" he questioned, his gray orbs flickering curiously.
He glanced at Shiverleaf, chuckling, bending his head to pick up the two fish. "I think I'd rather take Brokentail," the tom groaned, obviously sarcastic, dropping his head low to the ground, as if the fish were weighing him down. "Shiverleaf, did you stuff stones in this fish?" he exclaimed, his voice muffled from the two pieces of prey in his mouth. Once again, his eyes shone. He was trying to make the best mood out of a serious situation.
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Post by raid on Jan 13, 2009 7:31:48 GMT -5
Shiverleaf could only nervously smile as Dewstream talked about escorting Brokentail back to camp. Of course she would go along. Time with Dewstream with another then time with no Dewstream. Although she should be caring about the fact that her good friend Brokentail was hurt. However she had done all she could and the tom was proud enough to keep his feelings in for the most part. "Yes they re-opened. This furball here didn't want to go to Screechgale. Too proud I'd imagine. " She added the last part in grinning and laughing as she finished her sentence. "Lucky my mother was going to be a Medicine Cat. " As she watched the tom pick up her fish her eyes glittered softly and she couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I did. Have to mess with you sometimes you know." Flashing a soft smile she put herself beside Brokentail to help the tom up. "Come on Brokentail, let's go. " Her voice was soft as she waited for the tom to rise so they could head back to camp.
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Post by meta on Jan 13, 2009 16:08:07 GMT -5
Brokentail nodded to Shiverleaf, leaning against her silver pelt. The tabby tom moved his tail away from her, as not to get any of the sticky poultice on her fur. Brokentail looked at Dewstream through agonized eyes. It hurt, but he could walk. The ZephyrClan warrior turned his gaze back to Shiverleaf, nodding to her in thanks.
"Thank you, Shiverleaf. I'm sure I'll be fine after Screechgale takes a look at this old thing." He sighed. "Life really has been a lot harder on me since he accident. Though, I thank StarClan I still have a tail left."
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