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Post by Poizuun on Apr 14, 2009 20:39:00 GMT -5
{MeadowClan is officially open to role play}
Early mornings are always one of the strangest things a conscious thing can come across. The world is alien to those usually waking up when the morning is in full bloom. Before that time, it is silent and everything seems behind a dark veil, visible, but obscured. The dark blue-black sky was receding, giving way to blue-gray and slowly to a thin line of orange. Small plumes of steam curled from Swanfoot's nose as she sat, basking in the chilled morning air. She had awoken a few moments before, startled by something she couldn't quite remember, whether a denmate stirring had caught a half-conscious nerve in her brain or the remnants of a dream had spooked her subconscious into waking her entire brain. Either way she was awake now and hadn't been able to fall asleep. Every position she rolled into was uncomfortable and her legs were almost painful with restlessness, so instead of laying there and waiting for someone else to be the first one up, she rose to her paws and walked out into the dark morning.
Now she sat there a bit off from the center of camp, close to the apprentice and medicine cat dens. There was no point in hunting, as majority of those that walk during the day were still asleep and the nocturnal creatures would be returning to their dens to sleep the day away. She never went on a patrol with less than two other cats. The memories would never be forgotten about what had happened the last time she went on a duo patrol. As details began to weave into her conscious mind, out of the cage that she held them in, Swanfoot's muscles began to quiver until her entire body was shaking. Her walls were breaking down, that meticulous mask that she had spent so long creating was flaking off, showing the true, emotionally and psychologically scarred cat that she was. Her breathing came in small pants and the harder she tried to shake free of the hollow feeling that was growing from her core, the more her mask fell away.
Her blunt claws dug into the earth as she began to try and distract herself. Her pale yellow eyes focused on her toes kneading each grain of soil and creating a deeper trench with each drag of her claws. After a few moments, the quivering subsided and Swanfoot began rebuilding her mask. All of this happened in perfect silence, though as she looked up from her paws, she noted that there was a more pinkish tone to the orange that was steadily growing larger. Her ears twitched as her focus switched completely and her tail wrapped itself around her paws while her eyes were locked on the treeline, watching for the first ray of sunlight to peek over the tops.
In a momentarily childish thought, she was extremely proud to be the first cat in her Clan to be catching that initial glint of sunlight that signalled the birth of a brand new day. The ray of sun that would cause the cold chill of early morning that had intertwined itself with her fur the moment she stepped out of the warrior's den to disappear and make way for a new and warmer day of Newleaf.
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Post by meg on Apr 18, 2009 20:11:32 GMT -5
The she - cat's green eyes flickered open, and she glanced around, searching for the glimmer morning sunlight of which she knew would be just outside the warriors den. Feeling no sense of urgency, the she cat let out a yawn, and arched her back. She rasped her paw with her tongue, and drew her paw over her ear.
Her tongue slid over her jaw as she heard a rumbling from her stomach. "Leisure will have to wait," The she - cat meowed almost regretfully to herself. Her white furred legs led her outside the den, and into the sought after light. She stretched luxuriously, feeling the feeble suns' rays already start to warm her pelt despite the earliness of New - Leaf.
Snowfang glanced around the near - empty camp. The quietness that resided made Snowfang momentarily widen her eyes in surprise. She twisted her head around, looking at the sunset. The colours that normally held reign over the sky had slightly bled together with the time. The white she cat glanced over at her Clan mate, and in an attempt at conversation, Snowfang understated, "Nice sky today, isn't it?"
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Post by Slug on Apr 19, 2009 10:36:22 GMT -5
Crowclaw's eyes snapped open from their feinged resting, the black tom eyeing with untired gold eyes as Snowfang padded off and out of the Warriors Den, whiskers quivering at the disappearance of the white she-cat's scent. Nose wrinkling up, the male curled into a tighter ball, trying with all his might to fall back asleep.
His body wasn't haveing it. Instead, sore, stiff muscles screamed at Crowclaw to get up and move around, demanding some exercise out of the tom. The warrior complied, following Snowfang's example and stalking-- more like prowling-- out of his den, eyes darting from left to right in a paranoid manner, but he wasn't paranoid, oh no. Far from it, actually. He was a very keen, alert tom, scanning the camp for others that were awake.
Crowclaw found another she-cat besides Snowfang. It was Swanfoot, who was gazing at the sky with a sudden interest. Why? Crowclaw looked skyward, too, and witnessed the gorgeous sunrise into being, it's rays cascading down upon the clan in weak beams of light.
Now that he recalled, Swanfoot was annoying, but... He wouldn't want Crowclaw to isolate himself. He didn't want Crowclaw to tear himself up for what happened oh-so-long ago, it seemed to be. Sootclaw, his brother-- dead brother, torn to shreads by foxes-- wouldn't want Crowclaw to be alone. Oh, no. With gritted fangs, he stiffly walked over to the duo white she-cats and gave a fake, happy purr of greeting. "Good morning, ladies." He rumbled. "How... how are you this day?"
Well, that could've gone better.
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/Lame. D8
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Post by gingersnaps on Apr 19, 2009 17:51:17 GMT -5
The early morning air ruffled the grey-and-white she-cat's still kit-soft pelt as she lay, curled into a tight ball and trying to enjoy the last vestiges of sleep that clung to the edge of her mind. But it didn't take long for the chill to seep into her fur and wake young Dovepaw. She blinked, still tired, and let out a huge yawn before stretching and shaking her fur out. The apprentice padded out to the fresh-kill pile, head down, and chose a small rabbit before returning to the apprentices' den and laying down again to enjoy it, thanking StarClan - especially the members she knew by name - furiously before even taking a nibble. After finishing her meal she began grooming herself, licking a white forepaw and drawing it over her light grey ear. Dovepaw lay down again and waited for her denmates to awaken.
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Post by Poizuun on Apr 27, 2009 19:03:16 GMT -5
Swanfoot went suddenly from complete solitude to being surrounded by other clanmates. She twined her tail tighter about her paws as Snowfang approached, shifting her shoulders and sitting up taller. The white she-cat remained quiet and motionless for a few moments until she nodded at the other she-cat's statement.
A chill passed up her spine as Crowclaw suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The vibe that he always gave off irked her, almost making her dislike him for no reason. He always seemed so cold and indifferent to his Clanmates, just like he did as he approached, but as a thought seemed to seize him, she couldn't place what seemed different. Swanfoot hid her surprised, curious look by nodding to the tom, rather than say anything to him. |
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Post by meg on Apr 27, 2009 23:41:03 GMT -5
Snowfang let out an involountary yawn. "G'morning," She meowed lazily, her paws kneeding the ground. Snowfang glanced at Swanfoot and just saw the silent nod. Bemused, she shook her head slightly, her green eyes dancing despite how much she yearned to be back in her warm nest.
"I wonder which cats Brambleclaw will tell to go hunting," Snowfang meowed loudly, poorly attempting to cover up the silence. After a pause, she added chattily, "I'd rather go on a patrol, personally."
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Post by Slug on Apr 28, 2009 9:23:58 GMT -5
Crowclaw nodded back at Swanfoot, making quite the effort not to bare his fangs in a goodmorning grin-- something that was certainly not a pretty sight. "Ladies," He purred coolly. "It's a pleasure to see both of you up." This time the grin could not be held back, splitting across his muzzle, showing curved ivory fangs. Then it dissapeard as fast as it came, Crowclaw tilting his head at Snowfang's comment.
"Why wait for Bramblefang?" Crowclaw quizzed both Swanfoot and Snowfang, thoroughly curious. "Ah, yes. That's right. Hunting patrol. Silly me." He cocked his head again, whiskers quivering. "I admit, I agree with you, Snowfang. I would take a regular patrol any day." Another grin, vicious as it was, lit Crowclaw's face up.
"My claws ache for a good border skimmish!" He half-cackled, half-purred, tail twitching restlessly. Then he looked ashamed, ears back and eyes lowered to the ground. "Apologies, ladies. There has been enough blood shead, hasn't there? Excuse my outburst." The silent Not! hanged in the air, Crowclaw mentally patting himself on the back for a good act well done.
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Post by Poizuun on Apr 28, 2009 15:09:03 GMT -5
A shudder passed down Swanfoot's spine as Snowfang and Crowclaw began talking about patrols. She shivered as, for a second time, her memories flooded back to her, all too clear. "Personally I'd prefer to pass on both." She managed to say after calming herself down. Though once Crowclaw began talking about wanting a fight, coupled with that maniacal grin of his, she mentally lost it, though on the outside she seemed the same. Her heartrate quickened and she felt like she needed to run away, but she held herself in the sitting position, willing the panic to end. |
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Post by Slug on Apr 28, 2009 15:33:21 GMT -5
Crowclaw turned to Swanfoot, cocking his head at her, brows raised. "Swanfoot... is there something the matter?" He asked, cocern laced in his voice. "You seem... tense." There it was again-- that glint in his snake-yellow eyes, almost like it was mocking Swanfoot. "Maybe you should get some poppy seeds. You look a little... ill at ease? Yes. Ill at ease." Crowclaw suggested honestly, the glint long gone from his eyes, replaced with the glaze of worry. "Or did you not get enough sleep?" He added, curious.
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Post by striped on Apr 28, 2009 19:21:31 GMT -5
Nightpelt sighed and yawned involuntary. The yawn split open her jaws hugely, revealing white, sharp teeth, begging to dig into some piece of prey today. She scrambled out of her neat nest and flicked all of the remaining traces off moss off her pelt. Some stuck on her paws and she gave a frustrated sigh, flicking her paws at her nest irritably. This happened every morning. It was like somehow she got honey on her paws and the moss gathered on her paws and dried on her pads in during the night. She knew that was never the case, but she hated flicking the moss off her paws. Much more time in the den.
Making her way out into the clearing, well, she was more stumbling tiredly into the clearing, she nearly backed into the warriors den again. For it being early morning, the sun was bright in the sky. Low, but bright. The she-cat straightened herself up and narrowed her eyes against the glare of the rising sun. It was beautiful but it was horrible on her emerald green eyes. If it was hot today, she'd want to spend her time in the shade. Even though her pelt was short, it got extremely warm when she was in the sun for quite an extent of time.
Sighing, she lowered her head, dropping her vision to the ground she was walking on. She noticed the many cats in the clearing, but felt no need to call out to them for any reason. She picked out a small piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile. She didn't even care what it was, she just wanted something to devour. And devour it she did. She hadn't eaten in two days so this warm fresh-kill was a wonderful feeling gong down her throat. She savored each bite and promised to herself she would make up her one piece of fresh kill for two pieces later on in the day.
Hold that thought. Later on in the day it would be warmer and she wasn't really in the mood to be running around in the heat with her black pelt glinting in the sunlight. Maybe she would go right now when it was still cool and the heat didn't burn straight to her skin underneath her jet black pelt. She thought it was a fine idea, but did anyone really want to go? Maybe she could go on a dawn hunting patrol. That would be nice, but was it too early for anyone to want to go with her? She wouldn't mind going alone, but she wanted to be safe.
"I was thinking about going for a hunt before it got too warm for my pelt to handle," meowed Nightpelt, licking her lips and slowly standing, her tail sticking in the air. She cringed, hoping what she said didn't sound too self-conscious. Her green eyes gave off a shadowy hue to them because she was situated in the shadows closest to the sunny area of the clearing. Not too cold and not too hot. She moved back further into the shadows as the day progressed and the beat became unbearable. She didn't enjoy going into the warriors den because he main job in the warriors den was to sleep and she hated napping during the day, it made her restless at night.
"If anyone wants to join me, feel free to come," she meowed lightly, picking her paws up and shuffling into the sunlight. It was warm, but not blisteringly hot. It was bearable and she liked that. Unbearable heat made her crabby and when she was crabby she could never focus on her hunt, she could only focus on the heat that was biting severely into her shoulders, back and the hot, hard ground underneath her. She gazed up at the sky. They could get a few pieces of prey and make it back to camp before sunhigh, which pleased her.
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp