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Post by havok on Feb 13, 2010 1:45:14 GMT -5
Warhawk
It had been three days since her disastrous encounter with the evil ThunderClan Leader, Duskstar. Three days spent healing, getting out of the shock of being so violated, trying to be, herself again. It was hard, but she was slowly pushing the memory away, and getting back to her life. Even so, Stormcry and Warhawk's mother constantly fretted over her and she wanted them to stop. It only made her feel worse, for making them worry, for feeling so helpless. For the day, she decided to quit moping around the camp and go hunting to clear her head, it seemed like a good idea. The only problem with it was she liked to hunt alone, and the lonliness left her to her thought. Sadly, her thoughts always drifted back to the events three days ago.
Trying to shake it away, she saw a muskrat darting around the tufts of marsh reeds, and attempted to focus on it. Being a better hunter than a fighter, she thought'd it would be easy, StarClan was she wrong. The images haunted her vision constantly, blurring the form of the muskrat into the evil amber-eyed gaze of Duskstar. Yowling out of fear, the muskrat was easily alerted and ran off. Cursing under her breath, Warhawk, silenced herself, calmed her heart and started again. This time she tracked down the trail of a killdeer bird. If she was lucky, the bird would try to pretend to have a broken wing, and being smarter than that, Warhawk would have an easy kill ahead of her. That was, until she heard the slight crush of pawsteps on marsh grass from somewhere behind her. Thinking quickly, Warhawk slunk over to a scrubby bush and awaited the newcomer, her heart beating fast in her chest, though she knew she should've been safe in her own territory.
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Post by xx snakey on Feb 16, 2010 19:44:02 GMT -5
Indigo hobbled along, his joints hurting him that day. He swore he was ten years older then he really ways, his joints always seizing up like they did on damp days. A limp vole hung from his jaws- plump for winter- and the scent of bird still hung on his pelt. He'd had such a hard time with that pidgeon, but he'd killed it and buried it where he'd go find it later. He was looking for one of those cats, like the one he'd met the other day. He wanted to make sure they weren't starving still, and give up this vole as payment for hunting on their land. It was so full of prey though, not a day went by when he didn't scent prey, even if he didn't catch it or eat, he knew it was there. Drifting off into space, the vole in his mouth making him salivate, he didn't notice the she-cat infront of him until he was only about of fox-length away. He jumped, startled, and his joints protested. He dropped the vole, looking at the she-cat with a half smile. She was pretty, beautiful oak brown fur, a lucious tail and slim, pretty features. His heart pounded. She was beautiful.
"H-hello there. Are you one of those clan cats?" He asked hesitantly, worried she wasn't. But her scent and the scent of the cat the other day was similar, he knew it because he'd been leaving prey for them at every tree that he smelled that scent distinictively. They were markers, he thought. He'd hoped they'd found them and accepted the gifts. "Um... I uh, wanted to give this to you- your clan. I heard you were going threw some tough times so... I just wanted to maek sure everyone was fed... especially the young ones..." He drifted off, thinking of kits and how horrid it would be if they starve. He didn't know if what the other cat had said was true, but he had to do something, it was in his kind nature. He snapped back into reality a moment later, smiling at the she-cat again. He sat down, bending to lick his stump-leg. It itched today. It itched everytime something important would happen. Call him crazy but he was like an elder, superticious. "So, I'm Indigo, what's your name?" He asked cheerfully, pale blue eyes shining.
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Post by havok on Feb 16, 2010 21:31:48 GMT -5
Warhawk
The other cat was a stranger, some loner by his scent, and immediately her back fur spiked in anger of the trespass. Standing she was a about to spit a furious rebuke when she saw that he was missing a leg. Warhawk gasped as her fur flattened and her eyes widened, stunned out of her anger. Besides the missing leg, she looked over the stranger, and saw a grey-blue tom with blue eyes. Even with only three good legs and being a loner, he looked muscular and seemed as though he could more than compensate for his handicap. Knowing this, Warhawk didn't intend to give him any special treatment. Shaking away her surprise, she hardened her face into a stern mask of disapproval. He asked if she was one of the Clan cats, so she answered, "I am." She didn't intend giving much more than that.
Even before she could ask, the loner explained why he was there and what he was doing with their prey. Though she scrutinized him with a hard glare, he didn't seem to be lying. That, and it took a very smart cat to come up with such a lie, not too common amongst rogues and loners. She had just the test for lying too. He said his name was Indigo, which was better than some others she's heard of loners before, then asked for her own. "Warhawk," she answered, "a Warrior of ShadowClan. Well, as much as I appreciate the efforts to help my Clan, being a stranger, I can't trust you on your word alone. If you're going to continue, I shall have to follow you and make sure any and all prey you catch goes to my Clan, is that understood?" She did her best not to come off as cold and hard, which was difficult, first for him being a stranger, and secondly, for her trauma three days ago. The memory was a frozen, biting shard in her heart which came out in her voice, as cold as frost, and showed in her eyes, like chips of ice. Warhawk wished she could be nicer, and it hurt to know it was hard for her.
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