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Post by horsetear on Mar 3, 2009 9:59:47 GMT -5
.:Limefrost:. [/size] Limefrost slowly opened her eyes. Something was wrong on two accounts. One was that there seemed to be a saddness in the air and two her belly seemed to be more painful then before. She then realized that her kits might be born early. The she-cat hurried to the medicine cat den and peered in. She wanted the advice of the medicine cat before she made any false assumptions. The she-cat poked her head in and called out softly, "Taintedleaf? Glasspaw? Are either of you here? I have a question for you that I can't answer on my own." The young Queen was scared that her kits were coming early. She had never had kits before so she couldn't rightly say her kits were actually coming or not. |
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Post by trinity on Mar 3, 2009 22:25:28 GMT -5
[[yuppers thyme, Glass and Tainted will have a secret love ^^ ]]
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Post by leafy on Mar 4, 2009 16:56:29 GMT -5
Bulgy paws thumped the ground as he padded across the clearing, finishing up some business he had to take care of. It was time for the Gathering, and he'd have to announce it to his Clan now and round them all up. "ZephyrClan," He called, his voice booming across the clearing with authority, "It's time for the Gathering, this moon I will be taking Taintedleaf, Glasspaw, Dewstream, Tigerlily, Spectrelight, Quillpaw, Mintypaw, and myself, of coarse." He hoped all those cats were in camp right now, and if they weren't , well too bad, he'd just pick others to come instead. Wreathedstar sighed, attempting to be patient but was rather restless, wanting to hurry up and get going. |
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Post by raid on Mar 4, 2009 17:26:57 GMT -5
<<Quillpaw to gathering>>
((sorry can't like think much))
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Post by coelecanth on Mar 4, 2009 18:11:09 GMT -5
The small, new apprentice bounced up and down on her tiny paws. Excitement was running through her body, right to the tips of her fur. She was fairly new, only being an apprentice for a couple moons so far, and still getting to go to the first gathering that happened during her apprenticeship. Even though she was small, weak, useless, she got to go to the gathering. Of course, she did not find herself powerless, scrawny, because of her lighthearted nature, but she knew she was behind, she was aware that she would take longer to become a warrior, but it would do nothing to bog her down. For now she would not be able to think of anything except the gathering, paws tingling as pure adrenaline pumped through her veins. Now she would bound off, running with Wreathedstar, struggling to run right beside her leader, but determined to do it. Even if she could not keep up with her leader, just the thought of going to the gathering and seeing all the cats of the other clans was tonic to her soul. Already she was too energized, physically and mentally, to fal back. If only she felt this energy every day. ((Mintypaw to Gathering.)) |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Mar 4, 2009 18:56:13 GMT -5
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Mar 5, 2009 3:10:43 GMT -5
The beautiful Spectrelight stood as she was called to the gathering and waited patiently before she began to follow the rest. This would be her first gathering as a fully fledged warrior. However, what had happened with the kits, she had only caught a glimpse of the she-cat from the warriors den as she was beginning to leave it after a short nap. She knew who it was. It was Eclipseomen. She was like 'Starclan's most hated' but of course those horrible cats did not believe in Starclan. The tom that had been with him could possibly have been one of her younger siblings. Her mother had been expecting a litter of kits before she had left, it would make sense for them to be about apprentice age right now, but there was no way she could. All of a sudden she wanted to cry out for her mum, until she realized that she had already fallen behind.
Spectrelight to gathering.
Crypticstreak curled around his mate as he looked down on the kits. He really didn't want to think about the missing kit, he didn't want his mate to think about it either, she needed to rest more than anything right now. "Shhh, its ok." He soothed. There was one last one to name though, a tom, mainly black. "And Nocturnekit." He meowed softly. They could discuss all that had happened after she had rested for a while and had something to eat. Then he would talk about the still born and the stolen kit. "I need you to rest for me now, you have had a hard day and a busy mother like you needs your beauty sleep, though no doubt even without it you would still be beautiful." He purred in her ear. "We can discuss things when you are well rested m'dear." He whispered. Any noise that was above a whisper sounded too loud for the nursery, it was so quiet and cosy and snug in here. "Sleep well." He purred.
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Post by rowan on Mar 10, 2009 16:36:50 GMT -5
Ivywhisper looked at him. "Thank you, Crypticstreak," She purred, if only half-heartedly.
She looked at the three kits infront of her. She wouldn't let anything happen to them. She would put up more of a fight, she would kill anyone who tried to take them away from her. She licked them all in turn, they were sleeping for now. She looked at Cryptisreak slightly and curled around them protectivley.
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Post by cedarclaw on Mar 11, 2009 20:13:41 GMT -5
Dewstream sighed unhappily and licked his mate on the top of her head, before gazing down at the remaining kits. "I'll be back soon, I promise," meowed the tom strongly. He was confident they would get the cats back, but in a small way he was quite skeptical. He kept that part to himself. The tom got to his paws, and followed everyone out of the camp. At the beginning of the entrance to the camp, the silver and white tabby gave one last look around the camp, tried to smile at his mate, and continued on his way, letting his four white paws carry him to the glacier.
-----x-----DEWSTREAM To GlacIer.
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Post by december on Mar 15, 2009 10:36:39 GMT -5
Fadingpaw watched curiously from the entrance to the medicine cat's den. She sometimes spent hours just observing, watching how kits were brought into the world, how sick cats were restored, how the broken were pieces back together. To her medicine cats were much like angels than magicians. A magician has some stupid secret behind all of his tricks, and he just fools everyone to think that he can do something really great. An angel can craft starlight into eyes, and mend the hopeless with a kiss.
Fadingpaw was no angel, apparently. She'd been born the same as every other kit. Bloody, blind, almost hairless, she'd forced her way into a cold, undeserving world. She'd rough-housed with the same tom-kits she now felt her heart pulled to, and despised many of the she-kit she now felt inferior to. In a way, Fadingpaw wished things had never changed. But somehow, she wished things were so different.
So, when not in control of her own life, Fadingpaw dreamed. She dreamed she was a warrior and medicine cat. The grass was long and white, like clouds pulled in spikes up towards the sky, reaching for some hand of blue or grey. The stars were always out, no matter whether the sun wanted such things or not, and no cat was ever alone. Fadingpaw was strong, and she was thin, and beautiful as can be. Her orange pelt matched the sunrise as she sat with her beloved, the two of the close, tails entwined, hearts in knots, falling asleep on one-anothers shoulders, oblivious to pain.
But that warm reality was always gone in a blink of an eye, a twitch of a tail.
And it was just plane-jane little Fadingpaw, watching her life slip away, second by second, living in her head, drowning in her dreams, forgetting that she had a hand in her own life, and there was still hope.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Mar 15, 2009 11:45:10 GMT -5
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Mar 16, 2009 15:15:18 GMT -5
The almost all black tom let out a loud squeak of protest as he moved closest to his mother. He was known as Nocturnekit by the world that he had not long been a part of. With another squeak he used his tiny claws like burrs to stick himself to his mothers pelt and climb. He wriggled and stuck to his mothers pelt until he was finally on her back. With another squeak he lost his grip and rolled down the other side so he was lying at his mothers back. He opened his tiny pink maw to let out a yawn and tried again. A thin bar of dim light seeped in from somewhere he could not figure out. Unable to locate his siblings he let out a sharp pitched screech.
Crypticstreak waited for Ivywhisper to fall asleep and he very quietly rose to his paws and slipped out the nursery. As soon as he was out of the cosy den he pushed his front limbs out to stretch off all his stiff muscle. Shaking his two back legs he let his eyes get used to the light before yawning and taking time too look around camp. It was dark, the stars glittered and the moon lit everything up. Padding over to what was left of the fresh kill pile he sniffed a mouse, and then ate it in a few quick bites, it was not enough to satisfy his hunger, but it would keep him happy until the sun rose again. Taking the last mouse he carried it with him and dropped it beside him, just to make sure any other cat knew who it belonged to. Of course he was not being greedy, it was for Ivywhisper, but right now he would leave her to rest.
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Post by rowan on Mar 16, 2009 15:27:45 GMT -5
Ivywhisper shook her head slightly, still half asleep. There was a pricling sensation on her side, like tiny claws. She giggled slightly, it tickled! She nearly jumped up when she heard a high pitched scream, her kits! She looked around worridly at them, had someone come again? They wouldn't take her kits! She would fight them. She relaxed slightly when she saw only her, Shiverleaf, Shiverleafs kits and her kits. So who had screamed. She chuckled slightly and turned her head, Nocturnekit had got to her back. She wondered if he had been scared. She gently picked him up and placed him next to Badgerkit and Dovekit once more, she licked his head soothingly, "Its all right," She mumured.
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Dovekit yawned and stretched out on her side. Someone had screamed, one of her siblings? She moved closer to her mothers belly, not knowing why someone had screamed. Though it seemed to be nothing bad she could not be sure.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Mar 30, 2009 16:42:27 GMT -5
WREATHEDSTAR posted with permission of mo.No, they wouldn't find out, not from him at least. Sure, sure, he'd happily tell them of the events that had blown up the gathering, but they wouldn't hear it from him that death would wreak its terrible havoc over the Mountain Lake territory with time, and if they weren't smart enough to figure that out themselves by the looming threat of Delirium and now this.. this... MassClan overshadowing he and Lynxstar's puny forces, then how could they ever realize it? His handsome face flew up as soon as he realized how dejected and beaten he was presenting himself and Wreathedstar couldn't help but suck in a lungful of air to puff out his chest, tail erect and tip twitching. No cat would ever stop that faint spark of arrogence in his indigo-blue eyes, not ever Perilstar and his stupid ambition. With that cocky thought, the image of a rusty brown she-cat flashed before him, olive eyes burning into his fur with a hint of slight affection that only he could detect. Harvestmoon! She had broken her ankle or something, right? A sigh gushed from his lips as they popped apart. It was a hard fall, and now who would be deputy? Growling inwardly, the lean ashy tom cast a glance towards the medicine cat's den with a quiet groan, turning his head up to glare into the rosy sky, stars dwindling. Why StarClan? He snapped silently, lashing his tail once before spinning to face the massive boulder that jutted from the earth, then leaped. Landing squarely, Wreathedstar heaved another sigh and faced his clan, who expectantly began to gather. Why even bother calling the meeting? He wondered hopelessly, but called those words anyway. "Let all cats old enough to catch their prey gather below HighRock!" The handsome leader rasped, then frowned, realizing that a thirst was growing in his throat. Swallowing, he looked at the meager bunch that settled before him. "ZephyrClan, Perilstar announced that TempestClan and CelestialClan will be merging." Way to be blunt. ell, he sure wasn't gonna sugar-coat it for them. "Not only that, but Delirium, as we can tell by our stolen kits, is growing stronger, smarter, and are a bigger threat than ever. This is two massive forces working against two miniscule ones. VertigoClan feels the threat, too, and Lynxstar will be coming down to our camp later. Let's welcome her, please, she's our only ally in this mess." He meowed, blinking, then went on. "Aside from that, it is time that I chose a deputy, is it not?" That was happier news, at least. "I say these words before ZephyrClan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve my choice," Wow, when had he memorized that? "that new deputy of ZephyrClan is Titanheart!" He yowled, claws jetting out in the mild manner of excitement about the words.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Apr 8, 2009 4:50:48 GMT -5
Crypticstreak was busy minding his own business, hearing Wreathedstar's cry he looked up to look upon the leader. It was unfamiliar seeing the tom standing up there. Settling down knowing his mate was sleeping peacefully he listened, and when it was all over he knew that Wreathedstar had made a wise choice. "Well I think most will join me in congratulating Titanheart on his new position." He purred. Dipping his head he picked up the prey for his mate and disappeared into the nursery again. He put the prey beside her and purred as the kits squirmed. "So maybe you weren't sleeping, Nocturnekit seems to be a bit restful, don't you think?" He chuckled.
Spectrelight slipped back into the clearing after the rest of Zephyrclan after the gathering. A few were still in camp, her first gathering as a warrior had been, to say the least, eventful. It hadn't even been announced that she had come to her warriorship finally. Yet, her mentor was not there for it, her mentor, close friend, and almost mother. She had already lost one mother, now she had lost her second, but maybe, she could help to get those missing kits back, she could see her real mother again! Nothing would make her happier. Only listening to the last part of the clan meeting she waited until it was over, smiling at Titanheart and waiting a little before she spoke up. "And about the missing kits Wreathedstar, I would like to help fetch them back." She spoke out, ignoring the looks she got from other cats. She was perfectly experienced. Plus, her mama wouldn't let them kill her, would she? She knew her mama had a cruel heart, but she was a good mother and no matter if she was tough, she still cared for her kits. She gulped. She could not deny herself that she wanted to see Scarletsnow again.
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