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Post by gingerpelt on May 14, 2011 12:09:59 GMT -5
Gingerpelt walked quietly around the territory.She was thinking hard, about something that she just couldn't find the answer too.Even though it was a beautiful sunny day, the birds chirping, not a cloud in sight.She was still deathly worried.She was heading for the hidden pond to clear her mind and get a break from her life.She slumped down and but her paw outstretched to scratch the dirt.She was so tired and she still wasn't there.
She turned the corner and there it was, the nice beautiful clean pond.She sighed happily as she stumbled over to the pond.She licked up a little of it, enjoying the cold wet feeling that went down her throat.She then fell on her side and but one paw into the ice cold water.She closed her eyes and felt the sun beating down on her.She was finally relaxed from everything around her.
Her paw eventually grew very numb so she pulled it from the water and licked until she could feel it again, she went to a near by tree and lye against it,she was about to fall asleep when she heard a twig snap behind her, her eyes shot open, then slowly she stood up and looked around.Her eyes wide, her muscles tense and her ears moving around trying to find the source of the sound.
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Post by wolfkitten on May 30, 2011 13:49:56 GMT -5
Coldfoot had felt rather stifled the last few days. It had been the same old same old thing. Get up, hunt for the clan, train his little Apprentice... He held quite the soft spot for the young cat, but still... And guard the clan. Things were a bit tense with WindClan. Camp was too full and it was strange cats that it was so full of. Coldfoot really wasn't sure about all these different cats in their camp. They were ShadowClan for goodness sake... Weren't ShadowClan known for being bloodthirsty and terrible?
Well... Coldfoot had been slowly being proved wrong. The ShadowClan cats seemed to be a decent bunch... Their leader, Sharpstar, didn't seem to be an evil sort even if he was huge and intimidating. Coldfoot sighed, not really paying much mind to where he was going. He simply knew he needed to be out of camp for a while. His steps took him toward the hidden pond. A lovely place hidden in WindClan territory. He doubted any of those ShadowClan dolts knew about it.
And so his steps brought him here. Not paying attention to where he was going, Coldfoot trod on a small branch, hearing it snap under his weight. The sound startled him slightly and he jumped, skittering away from the sound and then glaring fiercely at the offending twig. Little did he know... He wasn't alone and there was someone to witness his little spook. He hissed slightly and grumbled some before looking up into a pretty pair of eyes belonging to one of his clanmates. He recognized her imediately and shook his head a little, trying to regain his composure. "Afternoon Gingerpelt." He meowed coolly before wandering over to take a seat near the refreshing waters of the pond.
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Post by dawnfire07 on Jun 7, 2011 22:50:16 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]Sun[/shadow][/glow]
Sun snorted. "Mousedung. Dumb brambles. I always get stuck in those bushes!" Sun concentrated and pushed. Sun threw herself from the bush and crashed, rolling before finally landing on her paws. She looked at her fur and groaned. Clumps of her beautiful fur had been left behind, tangled in the brambles. Sun licked her fur desperately and managed to cover up most of the missing clumps. Sun sighed. "Just my luck. What's next? I run into those idiot wild cats that believe in fantasies about cats in the sky?" She snorted in disgust. She felt her throat begin to feel dry. Padding to the nearest pond, she drank from the water. Then she used the water to groom herself. Sun noticed a she-cat a little way off. 'Just my luck. A clan cat. Well if she tries to fight me I'll give her some scars to make her regret it. Nothing to worry about.' Sun thought. Then she noticed a tom lying by the pond. She felt her face beginning to heat up. 'W-Woah. That tom is gorgeous!'
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Post by gingerpelt on Jun 16, 2011 17:52:23 GMT -5
Gingerpelt sighed in relief at her clan mate,her green eyes looked steadily into his as she approached him.She paid no attention to the loner that was only a distance off.She came up to him, about a foot and lowered her head in a hello.Her ginger fur was beautiful,not a knot in it.She sat down and looked at her reflection in the little pond,to her she didn't see a beautiful,outstanding cat,all she saw was useless scrap,only hanging around for the food.Her green eyes turned from warm and welcoming to sorrow and confusion within a split second.
She then noticed how the she cat was looking at her clan mate,great what to do with her,looking at him like that,she rolled her eyes at the she cat.Then she began to wonder if he even knew that she was there.She then looked back at him and still her eyes were troubled.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 16, 2011 18:05:02 GMT -5
Coldfoot had not yet noticed the Loner make her way into WindClan's little sanctuary, but this was likely good for her sake. Coldfoot really did not take very well to others tresspassing on the lands of his beloved Clan. He watched Gingerpelt quietly from his seat by the waters. She really was very nice to look at. He would never say as such out loud... That simply wasn't his way. He dipped down to lap at the waters of the small pond. His attentions remained mostly upon his Clanmate.
Now Coldfoot never was really known for being a very caring cat... Not overly uncaring either, just a bit indifferent. He was rather cold in nature as his name suggested. But he did care about those in his Clan... Somewhere deep down anyway. And the troubled look in Gingerpelt's eyes was unsettling. "You aren't happy." He stated rather bluntly. Well duh... But at least it gave her the opportunity to tell him why, should she deem it necessary.
If Coldfoot could hear the thoughts of the Loner, he'd probably laugh. He wasn't anything special... Sure his coat was sleek and a jet black in color, and his eyes were an icy blue, seeming to hold no emotion. He was tall and a bit lanky in build, rather common for those long legged WindClan born cats. He was built for running the moors and such. He soon leaned down to take another drink of water from the pool, but as the winds shifted... A scent was brought to his nose. Those eyes shot up to look across the pool and his anger spiked at what he saw and smelled.
Ears shot back, hackles shot up and the tom was in motion before even he knew it. He ran toward the Loner with an angry hiss, claws drawn and teeth bared. "What are you doing here. State your answer quickly and pray to StarClan your answer is acceptable." He said this quickly, venom in his voice. It was obvious that the cat wasn't one to accept tresspassers in his home... Guess Gingerpelt's problems would have to wait...
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Post by gingerpelt on Jun 16, 2011 23:17:41 GMT -5
Gingerpelt was about to answer his reply when he finally noticed the loner,she's done for,she thought as she watched him run to her.She ran after him.her sleek fur blowing in the wind.Her green eyes grew with worry for the poor loner who was going to be fed to the crows,and for her clan mate, he was so handsome but there was probably no way she would have a chance,she wasn't the smartest cat in the clan,or the prettiest,or any thing like that.She focused back to the other two cats.She stopped next to him,her eyes piercing the loner,"how did you find us?"she hissed,her honey voice turned to steel.She didn't even realize that they're pelts were brushing.Her fur stood on ends as she hissed.Her green eyes now filled with hatred toward the other cat.
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