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Post by breezy on Jun 15, 2011 1:53:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,22,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2niqgja.png] his green eyes searched over the clan with a smile on his lips, "home." he inhaled the scents that traveled through the camp. all unique but all have a pine and beach smell that united them all to but know, well by smell, as zephryclan. in his jaws a limp hare was trapped. it was already dead but still warm from the fresh kill. ashstorm was eager to chow down on something from the fresh kill pile. his eyes quickly flashed around the campsite as he padded in slowly enjoying of the soft ground under his paws. he walked along till he dropped his kill into the pile. he wanted to quickly walk around nad have a chat with the other cats and with a hope of seeing some kits.
ashstorm had a soft spot for kits. he always longed for some of his own but he was yet to find a mate. he wouldn't just knock up a she-cat in a desire for kits. he wanted a true family. ashstorm quickly got his head out of the clouds. he had to focus. he padded along the camp looking around for someone to strike a conversation with. the air was nice and a slight breeze hit his short rust colored fur. he shook his thin coat of any dust or debris that it had picked up while hunting. he was an attractive tom. he was muscular but also lean and a good runner. he wasn't much of a fighter but if had to he could fight. his muscles showed through as he slowly walked around the camp in search of someone to chat with.
he was a friendly cat that often enjoyed the company of others. though like any other cat he needs his space. but he is far from a loner. he enjoys the companionship of others. even if they rarely spoke just the knowledge they were there filled him with a small level of comfort. ashstorm was one who would like to know everyone. even as a kit he was known for bouncing around the nursery finding a friend or two. nothings changed since then really.he's still the same cat. just bigger, but he stills enjoys bouncing around to find a new friend.
TAGS! none
MUSE! eh its okay.
LISTENING TO! my house being quiet?
COMMENTS!my first character board. . .sorry for the middle image being all weird and stuff. . .ill work on fixing it. also im tired. so apologies for any suckiness that could be in this post. g'night! actually though its like 2:00 i think i will make cookies. . .haha  |
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Post by lace ! on Jun 21, 2011 21:49:09 GMT -5
OOC: Feel free to join Wolfy's thread; we're looking for cats for a patrol ^^
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Post by kreenteth on Jul 4, 2011 21:36:07 GMT -5
Nightplague
I've already set the stage
so you're welcome to my masquerade.
Nightplague flicked her tail. Not irritatedly or in welcome. Not for any particularly good reason at all. Nightplague flicked her tail because she was bored. She sat at the edge of camp, in the spot she usually sat merely listening and smelling the proceedings of the day. No one noticed her there because that's where she always was. There was a small dip in the packed dirt of the camp floor from her sitting there day after day. No one noticed, no one cared.
But she was alright with that.
It left her time to ponder and brood and think-but mostly brood. As usual, on this particular day Nightplague was in a sullen mood. She was particularly mulling over not having anything to do. She was tired of being useless and feeling like an elder. Sometimes, she wondered if any of the other members of her clan even recalled her existence. What does it really matter? she asked herself again. Why did she care so much about what others thought? Because you really don't enjoy being a bad-tempered self-exile. the sarcastic voice in her head replied.
She tried pulling herself back to reality. She pricked her ears at the entry of another cat into the clearing. It was carrying a still-warm rabbit that made Nightplague's mouth water. She smelled past the fresh-kill to the cat behind it. It was Ashstorm, a friendly tom that was well-liked in camp.
Go.
What was this? Her conscious was overpowering the sarcasm?
Just go, you need this.
She sighed and got up. She stretched, trying to stall and then approached the tom, alert for a chance to get out of it-like someone else wanting to talk to him. No such luck. She took a deep breath and said, "Hi Ashstorm. How's the prey running?" Dumb question, he just brought back fresh-kill. But all she could do now was tilt her head and wait.
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