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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Jan 23, 2008 16:09:59 GMT -5
OOC sorry forgot!
flashclaw purred, amused. He didn't have an apprentice either--the Clan hardly had any. Actually, he'd never had an apprentice. He glanced at his leader, wondering what she'd been like training to be a warrior. He couldn't imagine her immature and nosy, like most apprentices [and that was how he'd been]....she'd probably been one of those quiet, eager-to-learn ones.
OoC/sorry, but I have to do my math homework =P
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Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Jan 23, 2008 21:17:04 GMT -5
OOC: a lot like her brother IC: Larkwing's memory's of his days of an apprentice clouded over his mind. True he had been eager, but he had been very quiet and never outspoken. Therefor, he had never been as popular as his sister with the other cats because of his lack of speech, but although quiet, Larkwing had been a talented apprentice, and one of the best. He'd simply tried his best, and done everything his mentor Ashleaf had asked him to, and he had been lucky in his mentor. Ashleaf had been the clan deputy at the time when Larkwing was an apprentice. She was very beautiful and he had remembered having a little crush on her that he had always been very sensitive about. She was talented, intelligent, skilled, and beautiful with a ash gray pelt with silver stripes and white paws and tail tip. After Ashleaf's death, Larkwing vowed to himself never to love another cat, and he had been true to his word. He was never interested in love after his mentor's tragic end, but he still delighted in seeing it blossom between other cats.
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 23, 2008 22:18:08 GMT -5
"Next litter of kits, you each can have a little slave." She purred along with the other two, letting out a half-laugh. It was a controlled happiness, though, measured as if an excess would be a problem. She'd been a quiet apprentice, her mentor good but strict. He hadn't appreciated an overdoses of emotion or any complaining at all. It was always a fixed smile, and she'd gotten her own attitude from his example. One simply couldn't let feelings rampage everywhere; no cat appreciated such a thing. They were better kept on the inside, harmlessly bound up. It was occasionally hard for Wintermoon to contain her bouts of depression, but that was her problem and hers alone - she would definitely keep it that way. She absently wondered, while digging a little whole to store the rabbit's body, what Flashclaw's philosophy was concerning such things. He had a way of letting himself go, but not being at all annoying about it. He was much looser than she - most were - and it was nice, refreshing. She was in a way envious... what was it like to let yourself go?
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Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Jan 23, 2008 23:16:50 GMT -5
Larkwing chuckled quietly to himself. His laugh was different than any other cats. It was very quiet, not loud and bursting; but it was filled with light, and quiet amusement. That ought to be amusing... Larkwing sat for a moment, still lost in thought about Ashleaf. Where do you propose we hunt? His question was directed at Winterstar, but he meant just as much for Flashclaw to answer. Although to him, Winterstar was just his annoyingly silly sister, sometimes the tom had to remember that she was the leader of PastureClan; his clan, and that he needed to show the same respect that she got from every other cat.
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 24, 2008 18:24:12 GMT -5
"This area," she said calmly. It was close to the camp, but she could smell warm-blooded creatures around, little furry ones just waiting to be fresh-kill. Part of her wanted to playfully bat her brother over the head like kits, teasing him that she'd already started - and where had his mind been - but she knew it was best to keep such childish urges to herself. She simply kept her smile in place, loose and contented on her muzzle. She took in a deep, refreshing breath of the rich air and tasted all the different mingling scents in it, given off by various things - the musty odor of old wood and leaves from the forest just a bit away, the refreshing taste of clear winter, and the mouth-watering smells of mice and other field prey. She sensed a mouse nearby, and began to stalk it slowly.
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Post by Teh Willoweh on Jan 25, 2008 0:15:45 GMT -5
A lithe cat stalked through the lengthy grass toward her prey. Withing a second's notice, she leapt toward the mouse full-force and bit into it. Ebonyfang lsat up, admiring her prey and was startled to see another cat out of the corner of her eye crouching in the grass. Instinctively she jumped back and let a loud hiss escape from her throat. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she realized that the cat was in fact Winterstar. The spiteful she-cat made no effort to apologize to her leader, but instead she nodded plainly and picked up her mouse. Ebonyfang simply padded off into the swaying reeds back towards camp without any regard toward her leader.
OOC: Muahaha. ^_^
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 26, 2008 14:22:40 GMT -5
Winterstar's eyes narrowed, but she didn't respond angrily or reproach the rudeness of her warrior. The she-cat was spiteful and not very polite, so this was not much out of the ordinary. But Winterstar would have to talk to her about it soon. That was a shame; speaking with warriors about attitude problems was never fun, especially because the cat was almost always the one with the attitude problem and resented the lecture. Well, no time to mourn the loss of some prey. Winterstar settled her fur back down where it had come up along her spine and sniffed to see if she could find some other prey, trying not to think about the lesson she would have to teach Ebonyfang, and also trying to keep her mind off of Flashclaw. It was hard to keep one's mind off two topics at a time, she noted silently.
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 26, 2008 15:52:57 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going to wait for Streamy and Fawn, okay? They haven't posted in a while...
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Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Jan 27, 2008 13:29:48 GMT -5
Larkwing's light green optics also narrowed. He didn't much care for Ebonyfang, as she was far too rude and outspoken for his taste. He knew she would soon get a talking to from Winterstar, and that would make her even more unbearable to be arround than usual. Larkwing shrugged it off, and meowed quietly, Yes, I smell prey as well. Spotting another rabbit a little farther off, Larkwing crept towards it, keeping his paws light, and his tail still. After a few moments he lept at it, wrestling with it. The rabbit was a strong male, and not eager to be killed, so it provided some extra effort to slaughter. After a few minutes of rolling around on the grassy floor, Larkwing found it's neck and killed it. Picking it up in his jaws, Larkwing trotted back to Winterstar and Flashclaw and dropped the rabbit at his leader's feet. There. He meowed pleasantly. That should prove a sufficient meal for most of the elders.
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Post by sandi on Jan 27, 2008 14:28:47 GMT -5
Rowan stepped out from behind a boulder and remained silent, as his legs almost collapsed beneath him. He was too weak to speak, and in excessive pain. He wanted a cat to notice him. Rowan definitely didn't want to intrude on whatever it was this cat 'group', but he needed to ask a cat where he could hunt, and why there seemed to be so many cats around. Rowan hadn't eaten for a while now. It had been a perilous two weeks since he had been left by his parents. An endless journey. He let out a weak meow to gain some cat's attention. He tried again, but his voice strained, and he fell onto his stomach. He smiled as he eyed a pile of prey, but he'd be mostly attacked if found eating these cat's prey. Were they perhaps... Clan cats? He looked at the rabbit that the cat had dropped at another's feet. He stepped closer.
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 27, 2008 20:35:23 GMT -5
Noticing a new scent, Winterstar took in a sharp breath. It smelled of a loner tom and of weakness - and it was coming from just directly behind her. Whipping around, she let her sandy, short fur rise as much as it could. It didn't make much of a difference with a pelt such as hers, but the meaning was clear enough. "Who are you?" she snarled, the automatic response to any loner on her lands. Her claws flexed out, ready to fight, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that. The other smelled tired, not like one who was ready or eager for combat. She flicked her tail briefly just to make sure her warriors realized not to attack. It was strange, she noticed suddenly, how as soon as a threat was posed, the two cats were no longer her brother or her.. friend but instead her Warriors. Odd, she commented to herself, but her mind didn't linger long on the thought.
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Post by sandi on Jan 27, 2008 21:23:49 GMT -5
Rowan trembled both with weakness, fear, and also hunger. He struggled to move. "R...Rowan." Rowan stammered hoarsely. These cats were so much bigger than him! "I'm No...harm. ple...ase help." Rowan added tenderly, he looked pleadingly into the cat's eyes. He hoped these cats could help him, feed him, or even shelter him. He wasn't sure why they were being so aggressive though.
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Post by [^^].Luna.[^^] on Jan 27, 2008 21:32:25 GMT -5
When the poor cat spoke, Winterstar let herself relax but a little. In the forest, Loners were often tricky and dangerous, aiming not just to hunt but to kill the Clan cats. It was unexplainable to Winterstar, a lover of peace and life, but she knew better than to let down her guard completely with an unrecognized feline. She did however feel intense pity for the loner, and pushed forward the rabbit. It was important to help others in need, and the other cat was smaller and would never be able to beat Winterstar, Flashclaw, and Larkwing at fighting. She glanced to the side to gage their reaction to her generosity. She hoped, very unreasonably, that Flashclaw was watching her, too - she had to stop herself from twisting everything he did to a sign that he liked her. Focus, she reminded herself, and pulled her gaze back to the starved cat before her.
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Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Jan 27, 2008 23:10:41 GMT -5
As the cat spoke so feverishly, Larkwing's pelt settled back down to his normal state, his limbs relaxed, and his claws sheathed themselves again. He looked at the cat intently for a moment before turning to his sister. He means no harm... he meowed quietly. He merely wants our help. he sighed for a moment. If Larkwing had been leader, he would have taken the pitiful creature in, but he wasn't. It was Winterstar's decision.
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Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Jan 28, 2008 16:58:40 GMT -5
Flashclaw stared off into space, blanking out, until he heard a frail mewing coming from the camp edges. There, he noticed as he turned his head, stood a weak, trembling loner. He narrowed his eyes, unsheathing his claws and glancing at his leader as she did the same. Now he no longer thought about her in that way, instead he thought about her as his leader. What's she going to do? [/b] he thought to himself. The loner looked as if he could do no harm, even if he wanted to. This cat was smaller than them, younger too, and seemed as if he would collapse at any moment. Winterstar seemed to relax as she noticed this too, and Larkwing mewed softly in his clear voice, 'He means no harm. He merely wants our help.'
Flashclaw nodded towards the warrior; he thought the same thing. So he fixed his eyes on the intruder, who'd identified himself as Rowan. Flashclaw's maple-sap colored orbs stayed on the young, starving cat, waiting for his leader's response. She'd probably let him into the camp for a while to rest and strengthen, but he couldn't guess if she would let him stay. Nor could he know if the loner would want to stay. So he sat back, optics never leaving Rowan, and said nothing.[/center]
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