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Post by Slug on Apr 27, 2009 16:04:48 GMT -5
The rising sun's rays managed to creep through the brambles of the Warrior's den, it's beams landing crookedly on Stormclaw's resting form. The russian tom stirred, dreams intterupted by the sudden warmth that danced across his short, blue-silver pelt. Peaking an mint green eye open, Stormclaw gave a dazed scan of his suroundings, pupil constricting under the light.
Right outside the Warrior's den, half-melted snow lounged on the cold ground, tossed and turned by passing paws, tainted brown by dirt and other earthly objects. Stormclaw's other eye slowly opened, both orbs darting from side to side, ears pricked and listening to the sound of bustling cats. Had Stormclaw overslept? If so, he had to get to work, and quite quickly!
Embarrassed, Stormclaw rushed a back stretch and scampered out of his den, shaking the clinging snow from his fur. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," He repeated, scrambling to join the other cats in their jobs. "Indeed, quite so, I'm late." The tom sighed, snatching up a forgotten branch of bramble from the ground, trotting over to Meadowclan's enterance, manouvering the branch into the bunch of other brambles.
Taking a few steps back from the eterance, Stormclaw beamed at his handywork. A little mused, but it was better than nothing. Besides, he didn't want anyone to step on that branch! Oh no, that would be horrorfying to have all those thorns stuck in your paw-pad.
At the thought, Stormclaw shuddered. There had been more than enough scars, and he didn't need anymore... With his better eye, he glanced at his right flank, where a army of scars layed. Some experiences were best left forgotten, but sometimes...
You just can't forget.
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Post by meeperz on Apr 27, 2009 16:22:16 GMT -5
It was before dawn when he had awaken. The air was frigid, even in the warming season of Newleaf. But before the sun had risen to warm the earth around him, he didn’t expect it to be toasty when he trotted silently out of the Warrior’s den.
This was usual for him. He was up before the others, and went to sleep after. But that was natural, for Spottedfoot. He had more energy than the average cat, therefore, needed more time to burn it off in.
After he had given himself a through grooming (it irked him when his fur wasn’t quite right, because then he feared that the leaves he was chasing [or prey] would see it poking out of his hiding spot), dawn began to peek through the branches. “Good morning, sun,” he whispered softly, but still, his voice was light, bouncy, and full of vitality.
Almost as soon as the word ‘sun’ was out of his jaw, he saw it: a leaf, blown by the breeze and into his eye-line. It was green and small, already ripped from its Mamma-Tree. But this, this leaf, was his toy. His play-thing. He bounced on it, trapping it underneath his claws. Too easy! He let it go, let it go on its journey that was dictated by the wind.
He sat around, and saw a few cats stirring. But that was not his object of interest. What was: a butterfly flying pass him. He was stalking it, surprised how it was sticking around camp for as long as it did. But it was flying high, so he couldn’t get it. And then, it lowered.
By now, the sun was high, and many cats were stirring. Sparrowfoot was still stalking the butterfly when it came into his reach. He launched at it, missing, but tumbling past the blue-silver warrior Stormclaw, and into the wall of brambles, sending a few cascading down. Spottedfoot stood, and shook out his pelt. His head spun, when he rested his eyes on the fellow warrior. “Did you see where that butterfly went?!” He exclaimed.
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Post by Whiskers on Apr 27, 2009 17:31:51 GMT -5
"It flew up toward the clouds, to avoid kitten claws like your own."
Mistystream's calm, teasing meow answered Sparrowfoot's eager question as she slid into the conversation expertly. She had woken up along side of the sun and had enjoyed her time wandering the fields that Meadowclan was known for. She had always been a morning cat; though night time was quiet and beautiful too, there was something about the peak of dawn that got her excited.
She dipped her head to both Sparrowfoot and then Stormclaw, two toms who she barely knew. She had been here--here being Meadowclan-- for around five moons now... and they were beginning to get closer. But there were still visable borders, where one cat would end and the other would begin. To truly become a noble, admirable clan, they would have to work as one.
But Mistystream felt like the odd one out. Like she was a piece to a puzzle that did not belong. Maybe it was because she wasn't used to so many cats, or maybe it was because she could hardly remember everyones names (including her own) but no matter what the reason, the feeling was there.
For the moment, she managed to brush it away, to the bottom of her stomach.
"I just came in from a stroll through the fields, but I would love to go hunting again... with one of you, or both of you," she spoke awkwardly but offered a apologetic smile for her awkwardness. Hopefully, her effort would pay off. [/size] |
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Post by meeperz on Apr 27, 2009 21:08:56 GMT -5
Spottedfoot looked over at the she-cat. “My claws are sharp, like bear!” He exclaimed, rolling onto his back, then jumping up in pain. “Oauch!” He mewled, and spun, reaching his neck back as far as it would go—there was a bramble stuck in his pelt. “Grah,” he muttered, lunging for it.
He just ended up falling back to the ground.
“Thorn, you are mine! I hope you like the taste of dirt!” He lifted up his back leg, and began to scratch at the spot it was in, grunting slightly. Finally, it wobbled loose, and fell off of his back. He grinned, triumphant, an stomped on the thorn, as if marking his victory.
“AAAOOOUCH!” He almost wailed. It dug right into his front paw, and he held up his paw. He plucked it out, and licked the small amount of blood that pooled.
“Huh?” He looked at her, and his shoulder blades went up and down. “Sure, I’d love to go for a good hunt!” He was only holding up his paw slightly, as it was sore.
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Post by Slug on Apr 28, 2009 9:47:19 GMT -5
Stormclaw smiled gently at Mistystream, green eyes soft with warmth. "Of course, Mistystream." He said, dipping his head respectfully toward the female warrior. "I would be honored to hunt by your side. Quite so." He was jarred out of his charming the she-cat when Spottedfoot gave a wail, ears errect at the noise. Brows raised, Stormclaw gave Spottedfoot an odd look.
"Oh dear." Stormclaw said, tone hushed. "Are you alright, good sir?" He tilted his head, cocking it at Spottedfoot's oozing paw. "Perhaps you should get that injury checked out by Icetail, Spottedfoot. We don't want it to get infected from dirt, do we? I think not." Concern was laced in his voice, ears back with worry at the small wound.
Sometimes the tom could be such a worry-wart...
/Short. D:
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Post by Crowzerplorodon on Apr 28, 2009 14:54:48 GMT -5
Soft, rasping noises could be heard from the back of the dark den as a tom cat worked his small pink tounge softly over his long gray fur. The almost-silver color shimmered slightly in the little light that slipped into the den, something which gave the illusion his fur was perfectly clean, even when it wasn't. He could just feel the specks of dirt hanging on to the long strands. Silently the apprentice prayed for the warmer seasons to come so his fur would shed and grooming would be much easier.
His pale green eyes blinked slowly. Outside the den he could hear a few cats stirring and he wondered if he should get up. It would be best to get up now so he could begin his training. Slowly the large tom stood, stretching out his back and barely stifling a yawn that broke from his mouth.
From outside a loud yowl shook the den, Jaypaw's ears shot in the direction of the sound as he dashed from his den, pieces of moss falling off his long fur.
An attack? He thought in a panic, searching for evidence of a battle. But all he saw was Spottedfoot licking his paw -- bleeding paw? -- the fool must've stepped on something, Jaypaw thought, annoyed.
"Good morning," he said as he approached the three cats, noting his mentor among them. "I hope you're ok, Spottedfoot." Even if it was just a small thing, it could get infected. And MeadowClan would not want to be weakened by missing a warrior. |
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Post by Whiskers on Apr 30, 2009 18:43:52 GMT -5
To say she was shocked, would be an understatement.
As the loud, agonizing screech soared from Spottedfoot's mouth, Mistystream pulled back suddenly, her claws stretching out of their sheathes from instinct. But it was just because of a thorn. A thorn? How trivial! For one moment, she had been scared furless, shaken up by the noise, and the next, she simply found herself annoyed. Her fur slightly ruffled, she gave the soft silver hairs a lick and her eyes brightened when she saw her own apprentice-- the large, gray Jaypaw--approach her.
Out of all the cats in the clan, it was he who she felt the closest too. Though they weren't actually very close, they did have a relationship that she enjoyed and around him, she didn't feel as out of place. With him, she had a purpose. To teach. And that was something she thoroughly enjoyed.
"Good morning!" She greeted him and then glanced at Spottedfoot one more, fleeting time. "We were about to go on a hunting patrol. If you don't mind skipping breakfast, you can come along." Mistystream said. She wasn't acting much like a mentor at the moment-- she should probably tell him to come, rather then merely suggest it, but he looked a little tired. If he didn't wish to come, she would simply take him out later.
Mistystream never got tired of hunting.
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Post by meeperz on May 2, 2009 15:29:34 GMT -5
Spottedfoot looked at the growing group. “Let’s get to hunting!” He exclaimed. He flicked his tail at Jaypaw, and twitched his whiskers. “I’m okay, Jaypaw. It’ll be fine.” He took a step, though, and lifted up his paw. It was sore—very sore.
He hopped on three legs, and gently lowered down the throbbing paw. He took a gentle step, and a smile erupted onto his features. “Yes!” He exclaimed, and stepped harder.
He regretted it.
He pulled it back up, close to his chest, and whimpered a bit. “It’s not like some cobwebs will help, though…it’ll still hurt. So, let’s go!” He hobbled out of camp, on three legs, not even waiting for the other cats…until he got out of camp. He turned, balancing precariously, waiting for the three other cats. Spottedfoot had, almost literally, no patients.
(short. -dies-)
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Post by Crowzerplorodon on May 4, 2009 18:21:41 GMT -5
"We were about to go on a hunting patrol. If you don't mind skipping breakfast, you can come along."
His ears perked at the prospect of hunting. It sounded like a good thing to him. Jaypaw could always eat when they returned with plenty of prey for the rest of the clan. The tom gave his fur a few quick licks, to smooth out anything that had come up (which it normally did).
"That sounds like fun," he mewed in response, looking at his mentor with respect. The she-cat was always so kind to him, always asking. He had seen some of the other mentors and how they just ordered their apprentices. A soft purr ran through that was interrupted by Spottedfoot's dash for the camp's exit.
His green eyes narrowed at the warrior, before shrugging it off and ignoring the tom's kit-like nature. "Shall we?" He asked to his mentor and Stormclaw, not sure if the tom would be joining them.
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If we're gonna go hunting we'll need to move this to a hunting board. x3 |
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Post by Slug on May 4, 2009 20:30:11 GMT -5
"So, let's go!"
The scent of Spottedfoot's contagious excitement hit the roof of Stormclaw's mouth like a slap, ears errect and pupils dialating. Taking in the scent like a over-stimulated junkie, the warrior sighed, shoulders drooping, tail curling tightly around his paws, almost constricting, as he himself became excited, whiskers quivering at the thought of hunting. The tom's mouth watered, but not from the pondering of plump prey...
"Shall we?"
Promptly, Stormclaw sat upright, shaken from his stupor, heat caressing his muzzle in the form of a blush. Thankfully, it was not seen underneath his blue-gray fur. Quickly composing himself, the warrior gave a warm smile toward Jaypaw. "You two," He nodded toward the apprentice and then glanced at Mistystream. "Can go ahead. I'll take up the rear." Said the warrior, a perplexing look on his face. "It seems that Spottedfoot will be taken the lead." Stormclaw added with a chuckle, watching as the tom toddled his way out of camp.
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ooc: Sorry it's short. P: And also, who is going to make the thread for the hunting board?? Certainly not me. xDDD -shot-
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp