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Post by havok on Nov 13, 2009 17:03:31 GMT -5
The moon was a waning gibbous that night, lending its light to aid the kits of the dark down below, by which of course they were the cats of ShadowClan. Warhawk was no exception. Her Warrior blood was fierce and free, pure and hot like molten fire. Like her Clanmates, she was akin to the night and often felt closer to the moon and stars than any other Clan due to this fact. As long as they never fell, neither would ShadowClan.
At the moment, Warhawk was padding along the border, checking the scent marker once, before sitting down and staring up at the sky. She'd caught two shrews and a toad earlier as she didn't want to go back to camp empty-pawed, but she wasn't out to hunt, patrol, or pick a fight. Warhawk was out merely to be out and to think. The stars reflected off her icy-blue eyes making them seem to glow in the darkness. Her tranquility was suddenly shattered as she heard approaching footsteps and fur brushing trees. "Who goes there?" she called out, her voice steady and calm.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 15, 2009 19:34:31 GMT -5
"Don't worry, Warhawk. It's just me and Thronpaw." Infectedsound called, turning around a tree, the eagar golden tabby apprentice at her paws. Her iridescent green eyes glowed brightly in the inky darkness of night. She dipped her head respectfully to the she-cat and sat down, waving her tail to Thornpaw. The medicine cat apprentice smiled and skipped happily, scenting in the direction Infectedsound had depicted. He crept acrossed the marshy forest floor silently, trying to find the scent Infectedsound had found. The molted gray and brown tabby she-cat watched him fondly before turning back to Warhawk. "He wanted to learn how to hunt at night. Skyfire hasn't taught him that much yet I guess... And I'm always eagar to add another hunter to feed the clan." She explained, knowing this was odd behavior for her. She was known as the clan sour puss, but now she was perfectly calm, content and oblivious of any problem she may have. She was always like this around apprentices and kits. She totally transformed around them, and she loved training them. "I don't have an apprentice of my own, you see.... But I'd love to have one one day... wouldn't you Warhawk?" She asked. Thornpaw crept around the roots of a pine tree, his sky blue eyes trained on a shrew not two tail lengths away. His paws needed the spongey ground in antisipation before he sprang, arching high in the air like a fox and landing squarely on top of the shrew, snapping it's neck with one swift bite. He raised his head triuphantly and padded back over to the two she-cats, dropping his catch at Infectedsound's paws. "Did I do good?"
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Post by havok on Nov 20, 2009 19:08:16 GMT -5
Checking the scent, Warhawk recognized it as her clanmate, Infectedsound, an often ornery and touchy she-cat. The fellow warrior confirmed this as she called out to Warhawk, announcing her's and Thornpaw's prescence. She checked the air again, this time to make sure no others were there unannounced. The breeze moved in her favor and it was clean, for now. Infectedsound explained why she and the younger cat were there and Warhawk watched as the apprentice slunk over to a shrew.
"I would very much like an apprentice of my own," she answered Infectedsound, "I may be young, but everyone needs the experience eventually. I'd rather it be sooner than later. I'm still forging my own story, but I want to see and be a part of younger cat's story, just once." Warhawk knew she was well-known as a story-teller and collector. She could even recall the ancient tales of TigerClan, LionClan, and LeopardClan, stories that might be forgetten in newer generations. The best stories, however, were those the cats of a new age could relate to, like the story of a foolish apprentice who attacked a hawk to save a helpless kit.
Thornpaw had caught his shrew and brought it over for inspection. It was good and fat, just what a growing Clan needs. Warhawk nodded her approval, "Well done." Maybe she'd keep better track of Thornpaw. Few Medicine-Cats had stories beyond the magic granted them by StarClan. What prophecies and battles would this young cat predict in the future? It was a good question, and she meant to have them answered, but the best hunters were patient.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 23, 2009 19:10:32 GMT -5
Infectedsound smiled. "We have something in common, Warhawk. I love passing on my knowledge, however little, onto newer generations." She flicked her tail happily as the apprentice brought the shrew to them. "Very good. You learn quickly. But, why not take a short break, you've been scenting since sun down." Thornpaw nodded, and sat down where he was standing, thankfully wrapping his tail around his paws. Infectedsound settled down more comforably into the leaves around her that blanketed the forest floor. "I hear your a story-teller. Mind telling us a tale? I haven't heard a mouse tail of the old stories since I was an apprentice." Infectedsound purred, watching Thornpaw's eyes light up. He looked at Warhawk expectantly, almost wiggling with joy. He hadn't gotten a chance to listen to the elders in ages! It would be nice to get to hear a story, he thought.
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Post by havok on Nov 28, 2009 14:25:15 GMT -5
Glad to see this softer side of Infectedsound, Warhawk smiled. Thornpaw took a break and she decided to relax a bit more too. Just because they were near the border didn't mean other Clan cats would be around. After all, it was night, this was ShadowClan's domain. Infectedsound spoke and Warhawk chuckled before replying, "You should sit with the Elders more often then. They're willing to tell anyone a good story, no matter what age." Still, this did seem like an appropriate time and she had just the story. Settling down comfortably, Warhawk scratched her ear for a bit, trying to scrounge up the details.
Looking up at the stars, she started, "Do you remember our ancestors? The great cats of TigerClan, LionClan and LeopardClan. There are a few others, but TigerClan are our direct ancestors. As in, they are ShadowClan's grandparents." So far as she knew anyway and based on the stories she'd heard of them, it made sense. "Well, this is the story of how TigerClan got their stripes. In the ancient land TigerClan had orange-gold pelts, like LionClan, though LionClan had their manes to set them apart and LeopardClan had their spotted coats. TigerClan seemed so plain in comparison and they grew envious. One Warrior, Thorntooth, became so bitter he started attacking the other Clans in the cloak of night, raiding their fresh-kill piles and stealing their kits. His Leader, Shadestar, knew of his night-raids, but she did nothing to stop him for even she was bitter and envious of the other Clans.
"One night though, Thorntooth came back from a raid with Petalkit, daughter of Goldenstar, the LionClan Leader. Shadestar flew into a rage at Thorntooth knowing this theft would mean war. She immediately called a gathering with the other Clans to give back the kit, which finally showed the other Clans who'd been raiding their camps. As punishment to TigerClan, Goldenstar decreed they should never come out during the light of day for a moon and the punishment would be lifted then if the raids had stopped. TigerClan held true to their word and the raids stopped, nor did any Clan see the great cats during the day for that whole moon.
"At the next gathering, the other Clans saw TigerClan and gasped. TigerClan had spent so long walking in the darkness and shadows that their orange pelts had been sliced by black stripes. They were no longer envious of the other Clans, as the night itself had become their kin and they could hide in it better than any other Clan. From that day on, all TigerClan kits were born with stripes." She finished, still looking up at the stars.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 20:03:08 GMT -5
Infectedsound smiled, looking over at Thornpaw. His eyes were just sparkling with happiness and he licked his own golden furred chest with pride. In the light of the moon the young toms fur sparkled like it was covered with a million tiny diamonds and his darker ripples looked even darker and more handsome then normal. Infectedsound let out a low chuckle and smiled at Warhawk. "I think you tell stories better then the Elder's." She said politely. Thornpaw nodded in agreement.
A twig snapped in a bush near by, sending Infectedsound to her paws instantly. The she-cat whirled around and snarled at the bush, her tail lashing. "Show yourself!" She demanded feircely, growling low in her throat.
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Post by coral on Nov 28, 2009 20:39:43 GMT -5
Enternalsong bounded through the trees at the edge of Windclan and Shadowclan's territory gleefully, every so often checking behind her to see if Ghostwalker was still following. He would dart in and out of sight, but he was still playing with her, and she smiled happily. Her heart fluttered at the thought of him. She was in love with the Windclan deputy, his handsome white coat, cute black spotted muzzel, sincer cobalt blue eyes. She happily sprang into a bush, hiding herself from him. She could hear his low laughter and smiled, jumping out of the bush. A loud snarl startled her and she sprang back, running into the bush and fluffing out her long callico fur. She wanted to yowl, to let tell Ghostwalker about these cats and then scented the air. She'd just jumped through a Shadowclan scent marker and right into a boarder patrol. And they didn't know she was mute. She waved her tail quickly, dropping her ears and crouching down, her eyes wide with fear and pleading them not to attack. She probably looked like a scared kitty-pet. |
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Post by havok on Nov 28, 2009 21:02:35 GMT -5
Warhawk felt the heat of embarrassment rush to her face at the praise. She gave her chest fur a few quick licks to hide it before saying, "Well, thanks. Just don't tell the Elders that though. That'll make them crankier than usual." She giggled, until she caught a strange scent on the wind. Silence hung in the air as she identified the scent as that of a WindClan warrior, then a twig snapped and she was sure of it. WindClan was trespassing on ShadowClan territory! Infectedsound was the first to speak, growling angrily at a bush from which the sound had originated.
A low growl rumbled in her chest. Warhawk hated strangers with a fierce passion. She was polite, but distantly cold to the other Clan cats at gatherings, but here, it was open ground. No, she was wrong, it was ShadowClan territory, so it was worse. How dare they?! Claws unsheathed, Warhawk took a step toward the bush just as the WindClan cat revealed herself. She waved her tail and looked up at Warhawk with fear in her eyes. What was this? "I think there's something wrong with her, Infectedsound. Then again, there'd have to be something wrong with a cat that crossed ShadowClan's territory!" she snarled. Her back fur spiked as she caught wind of another scent. "She's not alone."
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 21:18:27 GMT -5
Infectedsound spit at the she-cat, glaring daggers at her. She lashed her tail and glanced at Thornpaw, who was looking very surprised and perplexed. Infectedsound didn't mind that he didn't react the same, he was a medicine cat, they were neutral. She turned her eyes back to the she-cat. "Why are you here!? Speak, now!" She yowled, flexing her claws into the soft ground and preparing to attack.
Ghostwalker bolted for the spot Eternalsong had vanished into at the sound of the yowls. He needed to get to her, she couldn't talk for herself, she needed him, he had to protect her. He sped toward the bush, and leapt, sailing over the top of the shrub and landing infront of Eternalsong, closer to the Shadowclan cats then he would have liked. He yowled furiously, warning them to back off. Then he stepped back, touching his tail to Eternalsong's shoulder. "By Starclan, can't you give a cat a break?!" He exclaimed exasperatedly, but stood his ground. "We were just out for a run, We didn't mean to stumble onto Shadowclan's ground. Eternalsong didn't hear me when I told her to stop, okay?" He explained, looking over the cats. Two she-cats and an apprentice he recognized from the last time his patrol ran into a medicine cat patrol. Thornpaw was his name. Ghostwalker lashed his tail and held his head high. "I am Ghostwalker, deputy of Windclan, and this is my mate, Eternalsong. She's mute, if you haven't had the brains to notice." |
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Post by coral on Nov 28, 2009 21:31:07 GMT -5
Eternalsong's ears dropped at the mention of her muteness. She pressed herself closer to Ghostwalker's flank and casted her gaze away from the Shadowclan cats. They would mock her, she knew. She swished her tail back and forth impatiently, she wanted to leave. But she was letting Ghostwalker flaunt his deputy-ness, something he didn't do often, and so she left him be and hid be hind him like a coward. But she was afraid, she didn't want to start a war over one little accident. |
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Post by havok on Nov 28, 2009 21:53:47 GMT -5
The WindClan cat didn't speak. Warhawk assumed she was muted by fear, but either way, she wouldn't speak to the stranger. Outsiders didn't deserve her words and her actions spoke for her when it came to them. By past experience, Warhawk knew they never listened anyway, part of why she hated them so much. Infectedsound seemed more than willing to speak for ShadowClan, so Warhawk would let her. The ShadowClan warrior moved over to Thornpaw, acting as his shield.
After a moment, the other WindClan cat appeared, leaping over the bush to stand before them. Warhawk growled again as he spoke. He called himself Ghostwalker, the WindClan deputy and the she-cat behind him was his mate. She was also mute. Well, that explained so much, but they were still there! So what if they hadn't meant to trespass, they were still there. "Do you think we should report this to Sharpstar, Infectedsound?" She'd already resolved to not speak to the trespassers, she was too mad with them to for a coherent sentence if she tried anyway.
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