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Post by Crane on May 21, 2010 19:18:34 GMT -5
Muskflower opened her sleepy eyes unwillingly. Why did she have to wake up? That was such a fantastic dream... If only she could make that dream become real! Waking up properly now, Muskflower craned her head, looking around for the subject of her dream. Nope, Firestep was nowhere to be seen. The corners of her mouth curved down with disappointment. Maybe she should go find him... Or maybe not. Well, she was going to get up anyway, no point lying in bed when there was work to be done. Stretching and rolling her muscles, a nice yawn, blinking her eyes open. Awake, and ready for the day. She tip-toed past the sleeping cats and trotted over to the dwindling fresh-kill pile, selecting a tasty looking fish for herself and plonking herself down. Yeah, she was right, this fish was delicious. She ate it quickly and buried the leftovers, then surveyed the camp. What needed to be done? Hunting seemed to be the biggest priority. She'd wait for a few other cats to wake up and then ask someone if they felt like an early-morning hunt. She sat down near the entrance to the Warrior's Den and accidently started daydreaming while she was waiting for someone.
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Post by Silver on May 21, 2010 19:57:43 GMT -5
Ravenclaw stared out from the camp's entrance, his tired gold orbs looking at everything and nothing. It had been two seasons since Silverstar's death, and his pain seemed to reflect in the chaos of the forest. RiverClan, he felt, was rotting from the inside out, infected by a disease the knew no cure. Shaking his head, Ravenclaw tore his thoughts away from his sister, his friend. He had to look after the Clan, if only for her. Padding softly, so as to not wake any sleeping warriors, Ravenclaw entered the camp clearing, so familiar yet to alien to him, now. Muskflower was already awake, plucking a healthy fish from the fresh-kill pile and enjoying her breakfast. Feelings his own stomach rumble with hunger, he too selected a dish from the pile, eating slowly. Muskflower finished her meal, sitting near the warrior's den, a far-off look in her eyes. Unbidden, a chuckling purr rose from him.
"What are you thinking about today, Muskflower? Seems like you're always daydreaming these days!" he called, finished his meal and burying the remains. He padded up to her, his cheerful demeanor returned. He had a hunch he knew what she had been thinking about, but didn't dare say so out loud. Since Silverstar's death, he had been better able to contain his curiosity and watch events unfold before attacking others with questions and comments. He smiled ruefully, in that secret way cats do, and said teasingly, "Were you planning on going hunting today? Or were you going to listen to the elder's stories with the apprentices?"
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Post by Crane on May 22, 2010 18:43:38 GMT -5
Startled out of her fantasies, Muskflower spun around at the sound of Ravenclaw's voice. "Oh, good morning, Ravenclaw!" she greeted him, her face morphing from distant to open and friendly. She liked Ravenclaw - he wasn't one of those 'oh, poor me,' cats, even after his sister's untimely death. Of course, he was sad, but he got on with it. That was a quality Muskflower could really admire. "Yeah, I was going to go hunting, she told him, "But there's nobody awake to come with me. Oh hang on, you're awake! Do you want to come?" Hopefully he would, she needed someone to come if she was going to go to the river; last time she'd jumped in trying to rescue Firestep and nearly drowned herself. Oh, there she went, daydreaming again. Oops.
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Post by Silver on May 23, 2010 20:32:29 GMT -5
Ravenclaw grinned, all his dark earlier thoughts vanished from his mind. "Of course! I haven't been on a good hunt in ages; busy with the extra border patrols Cranefeather set up," he mewed cheerfully. "Perhaps we should wait for someone else to wake up too, though. With all the prey out and about right now, we could use another paw to bring it all back!" he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of a good meal. He hoped Muskflower would head toward the river; it had been an entire season since RiverClan's alliance with ThunderClan, and he still didn't feel entirely comfortable hunting on their territory. Well, what used to be their territory. Duskstar and Riverstar insisted that the land belong to everyone, and the Clans scents had begun to mingle so as it seemed that way. But the borders were still there is the warrior's minds.
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Post by Crane on May 24, 2010 2:10:32 GMT -5
Muskflower purred as Ravenclaw accepted. Bringing back some fresh-kill was just what she needed to keep her mind off Firestep. "Yeah, you're right, it is New-leaf," she agreed, then added on as an afterthought, "If anyone else is awake yet... I suppose it is nearly time for everyone to get up and moving, hopefully we don't have to wait very long."
[OOC: Sorry, that post was horribly short, but it's hard to write about waiting for another cat to show up xD]
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Post by Eagleh on May 25, 2010 19:04:59 GMT -5
There. Two warriors, prowling around the clearing. It seemed like a perfect time to attack. The lithe and muscular tomcat bunched his muscles, ready to leap. His pale ginger pelt shone in the early morning sunlight like a shimmering brand of fire. RiverClan didn't stand a chance with him around. He took a few steps forward, preparing to pounce. He was Flaxstar, the former leader who had been exiled into rogue-dom or whatever it was called. Rogue-dom sounded cool. Pleased with his story, the strong tom leapt at Muskflower, paws outstretched. Exile me, will you? His green eyes glinted with ambition.
The young kit hit her and bounced off, following into his rear and nearly tumbling into the fresh-kill pile. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of fish - it was growing on him but he certaintly prefered his mother's milk - and looked up at the two warriors with large green eyes. They were so tall. Flaxkit spent a couple of moments eyeing them before jumping back to his feet. "Are you going on a hunt or a patrol or something?" squeaked the kit eagerly. "If you want another cat, I'll come. I'm a really good hunter! I'll show you guys how to catch fish, if you want!" he offered, beaming proudly.
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Post by Crane on May 26, 2010 3:15:48 GMT -5
What were those fumbling pawsteps? Muskflower turned her head just as a blur of pale ginger bounced off her flank. She suppressed a snort of amusement as the cat - which she now noticed to be a kit - landed on his behind. She returned his green-eyed stare, and then remembered his name; Flaxkit. But before she could say anything the energetic young cat leapt to his paws, and began babbling. "That would be wonderful, Flaxkit," she purred warmly, "But who's going to get in trouble if you fall into the river? It'll be me and Ravenclaw! If you go ask your mother, we'll still be waiting here by the time you get back." Flaxkit was so cute. Muskflower wanted to take him along, but he might be a bit of a hindrance, and as she'd said, they'd get in a whole heap of trouble if anything happened to Flaxkit. His reputation as a danger magnet was joked about around camp quite often.
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Post by AVARICE on May 26, 2010 14:30:36 GMT -5
ooc| may i join?
TOADSTRIPE
"Absolutely not," a muffled growl echoed from several pawsteps away. Toadstripe came into view, heading towards camp, head low as usual, with a flopping silver fish in his jaws. The brawny gray tabby's amber eyes were unwavering as he added, "A kit out of camp is dangerous." A blunt buzz-kill as usual. He might have logical reasons in mind, but the way he put it... well, it might've come out downright rude to some. The large tom approached the group, laying the fish at his feet after properly killing it. As he glanced around the assembled clan-mates, their names flew to mind; Muskflower, and... perhaps, Ravenclaw? Yes, that was it. The kit... hmm. Ginger, green eyes. Toadstripe wracked his brain for answers fruitlessly. Gingerkit? Didn't sound like it. Nothing rang a bell. The wild kitten looked troublesome though. Toadstripe gave him a narrow stare, rather weary today. He didn't normally go up to cats and just start talking, but hearing of the blatant disregard of the safety of the kit and assurance of a hunt he couldn't resist. Duty came first, pleasure of a kit later, if at all.
EDIT; OH MY GOD I called him Frogstripe XD sorry, his name is Toadstripe. *slaps self*
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Post by Eagleh on May 26, 2010 19:02:14 GMT -5
f l a x k i t Eagerly bouncing up and down, the pale ginger kit looked at Muskflower with wide eyes as she complemented him. It must mean that he really was good if such an excellent - average, plain, he reminded himself briskly, as he was the only excellent one in town - warrior agreed with him. Still fidgeting, the tom frowned. His mother? Right, Leopardfur. Whatever. She didn't matter! "My mom lets me go anywhere," lied Flaxkit smugly. "No rogue would tackle me! I'd have their ears off! I'd shred them. I met a rogue once, but he was so scared of me that he promised never to attack RiverClan!" Maybe he was making it up. But it would happen someday, right?
Then Toadstripe came along. Flaxkit frowned. Being such a handsome little tomcat himself, he had never liked the less attractive tabby warrior. Not to mention that Toadstripe, just like all the warriors in the Clan, would never be able to beat him in a fight! "Who died and made you deputy?" he asked petulantly, shuffling his paws. The kit looked down at the ground with a pout, though he shifted his eyes over to Toadstripe every few seconds to give him a sideways glance.
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Post by Crane on May 27, 2010 2:17:27 GMT -5
Muskflower listened to Flaxkit's story with a hidden smile. Outside, she was all seriousness. But it was so painfully obvious the kit was lying. That was the problem with lying, the signals were so clear to everyone nearby except yourself. Just a momental twitch or flicker of the eyes gave the game away. "Well, I suppose we should be thanking you, but we're still going to have to ask your mother," she purred. But before she could comment further, Toadstripe's muffled growl came from a few pawsteps away. "Morning, Toadstipe," she mewed sunnily, "nice catch!" Muskflower listened as Toadstripe made his point about it being dangerous for Flaxkit, and well, he was right. Even if Flaxkit pretended to be the baddest tom around, in dangerous times like this, unfriendly warriors could be lurking around any corner. She was about to agree before Flaxkit asked Toadstripe something which was a bit more than verging on disrespectful. Her whiskers twitched in amusement before she could stop them, but other than an occasional flick of the tail, she tried her best not to let Toadstripe see she found it funny. "I'm sorry, Flaxkit, but I think Toadstripe is right," she apologized, "It's too dangerous for a kit. I promise, I'll take you out once you become an apprentice."
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Post by Silver on May 27, 2010 18:19:08 GMT -5
Ravenclaw listened silently to the banter, for once. His whiskers twitched with amusement at the kit, though he tried his best to hide it when Toadstripe wondered up. Toadstripe was a good warrior, and though he was several moons older than the tom, he respected him almost like an elder, if not an equal. It was too bad Toadstripe was so... anti-social. He'd make an excellent leader- better than Riverstar, although Ravenclaw would never such a thing out loud. However, he didn't mind piping up when he caught Flaxkit's disrespectful comment. "Your mother may let you go anywhere, but that doesn't mean you should. Perhaps it would serve you better to be kind to your elders and prove you're mature enough to go hunting with the warriors," His words were stern, but his tone was gentle. He remembered back sassing the warriors when he was a kit, and he could hardly blame the tiny tom.
"Anyway, we need another warrior to come hunting with us. Perhaps if you're not needed elsewhere this morning, you could come with me and Muskflower?" Ravenclaw asked, momentarily ignoring Flaxkit to turn his attention to more pressing matters. Mentally, he had already decided to make it up to Flaxkit later by asking him to show him his fishing stance, and then showing him some other hunting stalks. Ravenclaw enjoyed kits and apprentices, and sometimes wondered why he never had any of his own. It wasn't too late, but it was certainly unlikely. Oh well. They probably would have gone off and done their own thing once they were warriors anyway, he thought with a slight shrug.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on May 28, 2010 17:03:23 GMT -5
ooc: I have a lot of muse, but I'm feeling terribly lazy at the moment, so this isn't going to be the best: smokepaw Something was happening outside. Smokepaw perked his ears at the commotion. It was happening at the camp's center. He looked out from inside his den and saw a cluster of cats conversing. How nice it must be to be able to freely speak with anyone, and not have a care in the world. Whenever Smokepaw tried to speak, he always stopped short some way or the other in embaressment to flee to Larksong.
Speaking of Larksong, where was she?
He warily stepped out of his den to find his sister snoozing. She was turning elder after all. There was no one else he really wanted to talk to, though, and he didn't want to disturb her, so the only choice was to go to the group of cats at the middle of the camp.
With caution, Smokepaw spoke up. "Excuse me, what --" he stopped and shuffled his paws. Too formal, too shameful, he thought to himself, and retried. "Um, is something going on?" Silently, the apprentice scolded himself again, for that one was no better than his first attempt to join in on the conversation. In truth, though, it wasn't taht bad of a start at all.
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Post by Crane on May 28, 2010 17:36:22 GMT -5
Muskflower nodded in agreement with Ravenclaw. It would be great if Toadstripe could come, that way, there'd be enough cats to finally get going. She still felt sorry for Flaxkit, though. Suddenly a shy voice carried to her ears. She glanced over, and saw Smokepaw there. He'd asked what was going on. The poor thing must be bored, stuck in camp, since Cranefeather was so busy running RiverClan, what with Riverstar in the nursery with kits and all. "Good morning, Smokepaw," she replied, "We're just organizing a little hunting trip, and Flaxkit here decided he's going to come along. We're just sorting it out. If you could wait a few more moments, we'd be happy to bring you along as well, if you like!" She'd like to bring Smokepaw along with them. She was too young for an apprentice herself. Oh, hang on, no you're not, Cranefeather's probably the same age as you, she told herself, Maybe you'll be allowed to mentor one of Riverstar's kits. You should go ask. Now stop daydreaming and pay attention to the conversation.
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Post by Eagleh on May 29, 2010 7:51:06 GMT -5
f l a x k i t Flaxkit's whiskers drooped and his shoulders sagged. His green eyes became large and round as he demonstrated his best kit-like pout. Dangerous? What did that even mean, anyways? he would be surrounded by warriors who could protect him, and if any evil kits came from ThunderClan, he would fight them off and show they who was boss! "Dangerous is my middle name!" he squeaked hopefully, trying to restore energy to his saddened face and limbs. The pale ginger kit turned to Ravenclaw. The older warrior was nice and gentle, but he wasn't that much fun. "But Toadstripe's no fun! He doesn't know how to have a conversation. What a boring hunting patrol. I don't want to be a warrior if it's boring."
The little kit, while containing boundless amounts of energy, had a short attention span. When he saw Smokepaw heading towards them, the ginger tabby bounded up to the apprentice. "Hey Smokepaw! Guess what? I'm going on a hunting patrol!" he said cheerfully, momentarily forgetting that he, in fact, wasn't allowed to go on the hunting patrol at all. Flaxkit dropped into a crouch and began to stalk his away across the clearing, around the dwindling fresh-kill pile, and back to Muskflower.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jun 1, 2010 14:44:25 GMT -5
smokepaw The tom's ears perked, an expression of relief spreading across the apprentice's face. "Really?" Smokepaw mewed, eyes blinking. "I'd love to!" he cried in enthusiasm, when suddenly Flaxkit jumped up and squealed:
"Hey Smokepaw! Guess what? I'm going on a hunting patrol!"
Poor young Smokepaw squeaked in startlement. Flaxkit stalked back to Muskflower in a crouch, but the shy tom didn't in his surprise daze. He shook his head wildly and looked down to his paws in embaressment, licking his flank as an excuse. How did a kit as young as Flaxkit have so much courage, so much energy, when an apprentice like him had barely enough bravery to join in on a conversation? Smokepaw wondered.
Maybe it was time to catch up.
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