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Post by W.in.DY. on Dec 13, 2009 16:33:57 GMT -5
w i n d b l a z e !! The pond was iced over, with a thin sheet, slightly cracked. The air was disturbed by icy rain droplets, that of which fell on anyone in the area— obviously. No trees. That was the downside to being a WindClanner, but heck, Windblaze was used to it. Windblaze?! Yes. She was near the hidden pond for no obvious reason, but perhaps it was because she was bored. There wasn't much to do, and she and her apprentice hadn't talked much—yet. She needed to socialize with someone who was her age, or older. She was wet—she didn't care. Windblaze was a medicine-cat, and she could brave this out, and if she got a little cold, she'd be able to heal herself.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Dec 30, 2009 20:57:07 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
Tinted pails of diamonds raced from the clouds, tingling edges of frost to their usual clear hue. The ground grew increasingly wet, soggy almost in some places as dirtying paws padded across the slick soils and present rocks. The brothers of those that wetted the ground also fell upon those creatures that inhabited it, for the moors held no real shelter from the elements. One such life form was finding its way through the sparse grasses, the heather and other such delicate flora crumpled away thanks to the winter; mild though it was.
In his ivory filled jaws he carried a sparse fleshed shrew, its own once warm fur downed in spikes from the constant icy pellets. Rootpelt himself was nearly soaked through, his mild winter coat hardly waterproof like those of RiverClan. The sandy tom flicked the gathering drops from his ears, and although he didn’t mind the rain such as others did, he was growing in an eagerness to return home and to the sheltered dens.
Despite the rain and the obscurity of scents it brought Rootpelt was good enough of a hunter to be able to notice something other then prey was about. Without another thought he quickly stashed his prey, finding a clump of coarse, yellowed stalks to cover the precious fresh-kill with before turning back, trotting along the scent path he had found.
It wasn’t long till the scent grew stronger, and now with it deep in his lungs he recognized it as a WindClan cat, and not just any; Windblaze, the current medicine cat. Wondering what in StarClan she was doing out here in this weather the tom hurried forward, scanning the surrounding grasses for the patched she-cat. He came upon a place that smelt wet, although you might think everything smelt wet due to the rain this was a different set of smells he defined as wet. Wet as in a place that held water; like the hidden pond, for that’s where he had stumbled into. The stalks thinned out more then winter had already done as he padded to the edge of the body of water, the persistent drops freckling the liquid’s surface with a consent ‘Psss’ sound.
That’s where he spotted her, sitting blindly in the pouring rain. “What in StarClan…?” Being a medicine cat she had no reason to be out, other then gathering herbs or training her new apprentice. Thing was, it was winter; basically no plant life out was alive and there was no apprentice in sight; no doubt because it was raining. So why was she being a mouse-brained fool and getting a useless cold!?
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Post by W.in.DY. on Dec 31, 2009 11:51:54 GMT -5
"If you're looking for an explanation, I don't have one." Windblaze meowed. Why was he out here as well? Well, Windblaze didn't care. it would of been nicer to "enjoy" this day by herself, but company was okay she supposed. She inched away, her nose twitching. The rain had turned into heavier drops, and it was colder, no thanks to the fact that her pelt was pushed down, making her appear thinner than she was with her pelt dry.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 28, 2010 16:36:32 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
The she-cat spotted him quickly, meowing a reason for her presence here; though in all actually she told him nothing. His ears flicked with disinterest at her words, why did she have to point out her stupidity so bluntly? The tanned tom crushed that thought quickly though, scolding his mind for being disrespectful, and to the medicine cat no less.
The rain continued to fall as he attempted to advance to the she-cat’s side, though she wiggled away at his movements. Confused and somewhat annoyed by her reasoning and actions he mused out loud. “If theres no reason to stay out then you should head back to camp, ThunderClan is still a threat at this time.” He eyed her, pale orbs still holding that expressionless gaze. “You have to many responsibilities to be getting yourself sick.”
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Post by W.in.DY. on Feb 28, 2010 16:58:44 GMT -5
I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning.
Just like a chick in the casino.
Take your bank before I pay you out.
I promise this, promise this.
Check this hand cause I'm marvelous.
Windblaze frowned. First of all--why was he being nosy? You know what, it didn't matter. She didn't want to answer anyways. He was really annoying! She rolled her eyes. "The stupid idiots wouldn't come out in the rain." She sighed, shaking her pelt. It wasn't that cold, but it'd most likely get colder. She'd stay her, either until Rootpelt left, or until she started shivering.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 28, 2010 17:13:30 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
Rootpelt was actually starting to believe this he-cat was stupid; that or just oblivious. His patience was running out for her attitude, and pretty soon it wouldn’t matter that she was the medicine cat. He gave her a long look, and although he was becoming more annoyed with each passing word she uttered he was still relatively calm.
“Warriors will do anything for their clan and leader Windblaze.” He replied, continuing moments later. “If Duskstar wants them to attack they will, and water is great at washing away scents if you recall.” He glanced back to where he had left the shrew earlier at his arrival, though he made no move towards it. Although he was somewhat flustered by the she-cats oblivious nature he should really get her to return to camp.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Feb 28, 2010 17:30:30 GMT -5
You know what, make her move. Most likely, it wouldn't work, but it'd be worth the shot, wouldn't it? "Make me." She snapped. Hmm. Maybe that could be her new saying. Although it'd get a bit irritating after a while. Oh well, it didn't matter. She liked saying it. Although she rarely ever got the chance to say it-- she rarely ever was in a bad mood, but stupid Rootpelt over there was annoying her. [
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 28, 2010 17:42:24 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
That was the last straw. “Are you stupid, or do you just not care!?” he snapped, fur spiking as he lept to his feet. His maw parted to show ivories as his tongue scathed out verses. “You’re the medicine cat for StarClan’s sake, and you’d rather sit here and do nothing then go back and tend to your clan!” He was obviously going to get punished back at camp for thins but at the moment he didn’t care, all that filled his mind was making this unpleasant she-cat know what was up. That was all.
“Just because you’re above a warrior doesn’t mean you can skip out on your duties. How can you be acting like this when we have two clans breathing down our necks!?” The tom was thoroughly confused on how such a cat had gained a position as high and respectable as the medicine cat; she was acting like a defiant apprentice!
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Post by W.in.DY. on Feb 28, 2010 17:56:12 GMT -5
Blah Blah Blah. That's all it really sounded like to her. "Make Me Make me Make me Make me. " She yelled at him, moving away some--again. He was such an idiot. And she wanted him to get in trouble. And she didn't want to be touched, or loved. There's a hint for ya. Her tail was twice it normal size, it had puffed up out of anger. She flattened her ears against her skull, hoping that would block out his rambling.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 28, 2010 18:09:46 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
Ok…That was just it, hissing and abandoning all reason a paw flew out; claws sheathed as he batted at her head. He would make her, even if was exiled for doing it! Now, usually Rootpelt was a very respectable tom; quiet, loyal, and obeying those who stood above him. But he wasn’t one to take stupidity and disrespect of the StarClan laws and his own clan lightly; this was obvious now, when it came to his principles not even a medicine cat could change him.
Advancing rapidly upon the she-cat he fought her down with merely his strong, bulky fore limbs; his knowledge of battle being a warrior giving him the upper edge as they tussled. After some time he got her pinned, panting somewhat as his claws tempting to unsheathe at the touch of her fur, the heat of battle clouding his mind. But he held on, growling as he sunk his teeth into her scruff; careful not to draw blood.
“I’ll make you, even if I have to drag you back to camp!” and that’s exactly what he was attempting to do at this point, anger still billowing in clouds from him. Steam rising from his tensed form from the parting rain, though darkness still held everything in it’s grasp.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Feb 28, 2010 18:29:32 GMT -5
What the heck was he doing?! She twisted angrily, attempting to kick him. "No, I don't know what your deal is, but dragging me back against my own will--that is the worst idea ever thought of." She screeched, her claws hooking into the dirt. The only way she'd move was if her claws were torn off.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Feb 28, 2010 19:04:22 GMT -5
[Rootpelt]
He paused, removing her scruff from his mouth; though he kept a good hold on her with his paws, so he could speak. “You’re a complete contradiction you know” He muttered, catching her eyes with his own pale lanterns, narrowed and hardened. “If you wanted me to leave you alone you shouldn’t have hounded me with consistent ‘Make me’s,” He gripped her struggling form as he retrieved her scruff, growling once more before is mouth was full. “And considering how chilled you are you’re gonna be in wait for a wild cold, whats the point of making yourself sick anyhow…?”
The tom didn’t really expect an answer from the hot-heated she-cat, after all she had pointed ignored everything else he had said, what was to stop her from ignoring her body’s health. Noticing her caught claws he awkwardly slipped them from the soggy dirt; the medicine cat receiving a warning growl that he wouldn’t do it again before continuing on. It wouldn’t be long now before they’d make it into the heart of camp…
//OoC// Should we make a new thread in camp now? Or do you want to continue a bit longer here?
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Post by W.in.DY. on Mar 1, 2010 7:14:01 GMT -5
[[Camp would be nice.]]
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Mar 1, 2010 18:44:03 GMT -5
Mmks, you start...? =D
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Post by W.in.DY. on Mar 3, 2010 15:59:08 GMT -5
Fine. xD
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made one hundred percent by me. 
