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Post by Crane on Apr 6, 2009 21:53:23 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w . [/color] Everything about you pains my envying
Your soul can't hate anything
Everything about you is so easy to love
They're watching you from above The only sign of life near the narrow gorge was a tiny, scrawy shrew. Old, too, for it's tiny teeth were yelloing, and clumps of fur showed which way the poor thing had come from.
There was a tiny movement. The snow was moving...? No. It was a snow-white cat, who had artfully hidden themselves to escape detection from the one piece of prey he had seen all day. He hissed, and his painfully thin body was charging for the shrew. For it's warm body, it's delicious taste.
Within a heartbeat ivory claws sprung out of the paws, and dug into the tiny body. Cranepaw relished the feeling of blood dripping down his thorn-sharp claws. His eyes brightened, which were dulled by the perpetual whiteness and the bone-chilling cold of Leaf-bare.
He could feel himself being pulled to ways - loyalty to RiverClan, for he wanted his future slaves to be strong - and the ferocious hunger that clawed at his belly.
Hunger won.
Cranepaw ripped the tiny thing to pieces, shivering from happiness as he felt food in his belly for the first time in quite a while. Although, all too soon, the temporary warmth was gone and guilt sat like a heavy stone in the snow-white cat's chest. What if he was caught? What if he was punished, and not allowed to eat for another long period of time?
He exhaled in a rush, not realising he had been holding his breath. Ah, like they could stop Cranepaw from eating. He'd be able to see the pelts of his Clanmates against the snow, or hear their footsteps in the deep mounds of snow. For now, he was safe. He quickly hid the remains of his feast under the snow, hoping that by the time it all melted away into the Gorge his scent would have been completely cleared from the area. |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 8, 2009 7:38:31 GMT -5
Riverfleet [/font][/b] Riverfleet's silver eyes searched the gorge, as if it was something more than a life-threatening crack in the ground. The scent of another RiverClan cat flooded her partially open mouth. She couldn't smell much, just smelly water, and RiverClan. She wrapped her tail around her paws. Riverfleet's eyes were still locked on the gorge, and she studied the rushing water, and how it brushed against the sides. "Hmm..." Riverfleet had finally spoken, still intent on studying the gorge. She idly brushed the ground with her tail,ending when it was hanging over the gorge. The sudden thought of falling in erupted in her mind, and she backed away, soon to sit back down. But then she noticed Cranepaw. Her jaws were clamped shut so there was no way she was going to talk. The cold air seeped into her pelt like water-- no, more like ice. Either way, it was freezing. Riverfleet resisted the urge to scream out in anger, but she didn't, for it was too cold for her to do much, or so she thought. [/size]
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Post by Shmifty on Apr 8, 2009 8:12:06 GMT -5
((Shiverpaw will be joining shortly. But HOW MANY white cats are there in RiverClan??))
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Post by Crane on Apr 9, 2009 21:33:22 GMT -5
{ooc;; no clue. Cranepaw and Shiverpaw are the ones I am aware of...c r a n e p a w . [/color] Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?[/color][/right] Just as Cranepaw finished kicking the last puffs of powdery snow over the bones of the shrew and the smell had been washed from his nose, he picked up a more ominous scent.
That of a RiverClan warrior.
He glanced around quickly, ice-blue chips of eyes darting about. He swallowed quickly, drowning the snarl bubbling up from his chest. It would do to fight with an older, larger cat. Although in the two moons since Cranepaw was apprenticed, he had grown a lot. But injuries in the dead of Leaf-bare were never a good idea.
Then he saw her, standing out against the edge of the Gorge. How terrible it would be for her to fall when Cranepaw was near - he would be a definite suspect. He inhaled again, trying to recognize the scent. It was Riverfleet, and from her scent Cranepaw could tell she was irritated. The chill, perhaps? Or the hunger that clawed at all cat's bellies on the season of Leaf-bare? Oh well, Cranepaw figured he might as well see what she was up to.
"Hello?" he called, and realized that the scent of shrew would be clinging to his fur. Quickly, he cleaned his paws and maw, tried to wash away the accusing scent of fresh-kill. [/blockquote]
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 11, 2009 12:15:57 GMT -5
Riverfleet
Riverfleet cringed. "Yes?" Her own thoughts were ended by a simple,"Hello?" and it didn't make her very happy. She shook the anger off, and continued to trace the gorge with her silver eyes distractedly. The same fear as before had overcame her, and that too, was shooken off. The sound of the rushing water in the gorge was faint, and it made her eyes want to look away. She hadn't felt good lately, but it was fine-- to her.
Riverfleet glanced around, as if there was something better to see, but there wasn't.
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Post by Crane on Apr 12, 2009 2:45:00 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w . [/font][/color] Did you scream enough to make her cry
If you turn around turn around
Baby don't return to me
If you think that I'm not worth your time[/color][/right] Sniffig quickly, Cranepaw determined that the scent of shrew had been removed from his fur - but he better give himself a more thorough wash before he returned to the Den and was pressed up against other cats. For now, it would do.
"Yes?" called Riverfleet's voice. From the way her silver eyes were darting around the snow-blanketed Gorge, she hadn't spotted Cranepaw's clean white fur. He padded closer, taking care to make noise and display his pink nose and blue eyes.
"It's me, Cranepaw," he announced, his head in the air and pride in his stance. He was proud to be his flawless, strong, intelligent self. "Why are you out here?" he asked, quickly infusing his voice with the innocence neccesary to pretend to be a normal apprentice. He was much further ahead than them, and some could catch that from his usual tone. And stance - he quickly adjusted his cocky one to that of an eager apprentice, looking up at the snowflakes and shuffling his paws on the frosted ground. He twitched his whiskers and flicked his tail to show he was happy at being outside on his own. |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 12, 2009 9:11:55 GMT -5
"Honestly, I don't know." Riverfleet replied, smelling Cranepaw's scent, but it was closer now. The black she-cat gave her pelt, which was covered with snow, a shake. She was wet, and cold, and it made her paw-pads numb. She still looked at the snowy gorge, idly flicking her tail. Part of her made her want to just get up, and run back to camp so she could sleep in the Warriors Den, but the other wanted her to stay, and indeed, she stayed.
In her eyes, it was freezing, not just cold. Everything in sight was white, including the gorge. She had suddenly missed Green-leaf, and she felt suddenly confused. She whipped her head to face Cranepaw, who was making noise. She noticed his white outline suddenly against the snow, and she was hopelessly confused now.
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Post by Crane on Apr 12, 2009 22:34:19 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w .
Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly, 'come and play'
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
Cranepaw was busy scuffing the snow, looking young and innocent, when Riverfleet gave him an excuse to stop. She spoke.
"Honestly, I don't know," she replied, subtly scenting the air and shaking the light cover of snow on her black pelt away. Her dark pelt was completely different in Cranepaw's, who blended perfectly in the snow. Although Cranepaw supposed that in water and in shadows, Riverfleet would be near invisible whilst Cranepaw's white pelt would stand out like a beacon.
An idea flashed through Cranepaw's mind, but he would have to ponder it later. If he decided to strike RiverClan, it would have to be in Leafbare - it would be like being murdered by an invisible ghost. His tail flicked the air in excitement.
He looked back over at Rainfleet's face. An odd expression of confusion was on her face, and her silver eyes looked slightly wistful. How strange.
"Is something the matter?" Cranepaw asked, false curiosity dripping from his tone. "You look confused..."
Has she seen throguh his pretenses? Pondering whether to fight Cranepaw? If she did, he could take her down. He was growing to be a big cat - a good help in battle. Maybe she thought Cranepaw was a StarClan cat speaking to her in her head, seeing as he was near invisible in the snow. Although she should be able to see his eyes... |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 14, 2009 17:36:57 GMT -5
"No." Riverfleet snapped. Her brows were furrowed,and she obviously was easily annoyed. Just how cold it was alone, made her angry. All she wanted to do right now was look at the gorge. On occasion, she'd look at Cranepaw through the corner of her eyes, to see if his face portrayed an expression. But then her silver eyes would continue to scan the gorge. Her black figure was still, except for her breathing. She could literally see her breaths, but she payed no attention.
Riverfleet's auds swiveled to face Cranepaw, as if he was going to say something important. Boredom washed over Riverfleet, making her yawn. She glanced up at the sky, and it made her pupils no longer dilated. She waved her tail contentedly, glancing at the gorge one more time.
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Post by Crane on Apr 15, 2009 18:15:54 GMT -5
c r a n e p a w .
I need to believe
But I still want more
With the cuts and the bruises
Don't close the door
On what you adore Even Cranepaw, as twisted as he was, was surprised when he heard Riverfleet's curt tone. Almost yelling.
"No," she told him, seeming... angry? Or just feeling mean? It made Cranepaw all defensive, her biting tone aggravating him. Why so rude for no reason? Maybe he should deal with Riverfleet, and push her into the Gorge... He took an involuntary step thought at the idea, but quickly pulled back. What was he thinking?! Surely, it would be obvious he did it... Unless... He could just imagine the story. He was hunting, crossed too close to the ThunderClan border and they chased him to where Riverfleet was - then, in the fight,she was tossed over the edge. Of course, he's have to cut himself, as to make blood, and fake battle wounds, and actually bring a ThunderClan cat over... Shouldn't be too hard...
No! Murdering was not an option - yet.
"Why are you speaking to me so?" he asked innocently, the sudden flash of malice disappearing from his eyes. "Have I done something wrong?"
He knew he had - but he also knew Riverfleet hadn't noticed. What a relief.
"I do not like being spoken to like that..." he added, taking a sad posture rather than the battle-ready, angry one he had adopted before. His ears rested against his skull, and his white tail drooped in the snow. |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 16, 2009 15:58:50 GMT -5
Riverfleet
[And so,
the lion fell in
love with the lamb. What
a stupid lamb.
What a masochistic lion.
-- Stephenie Meyers, Twilight.
[/size][/color][/font][/right] "Huh? Oh. Sorry." The black she cat was blushing, out of embarressment, but it was on the verge of impossible to see under her black pelt. Riverfleet blinked. Since she hadn't blinked for a while, her silver eyes were cold, and she couldn't explain how it felt, for you have to feel it yourself to know. Riverfleet took a deep breath of dry air, and let it out quickly, as if she found it revolting. She began to daydream, but her mind was empty, for she had nothing to daydream about."Because I'm Bi-polar. Ish." The she-cat replied in a delayed response to Cranepaw. She hoped it'd keep him from asking the question again, because she hated that." And, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just get crabby when it's cold." Still glancing at the opposite wall of the gorge blanky, she swished her tail idly. Her tail stirred up small chunks of snow, and some of it landed on her. A sensitive pair of ears turned to face Cranepaw, in case he had something else to say.
The eerie silence seemed to turn around and face Riverfleet, whom's ears were pinned to the sides of her head as well. The she-cat glanced at Cranepaw, who looked sad. "Hmm." She pondered, and sighed, in frustration. |
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Post by Crane on Apr 16, 2009 19:29:33 GMT -5
ooc: FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! thanks for the quote, now I' not going to be able to CONCENTRATEEE LALALALAHHH =D yesss I am obsessed hyper and eating leftover easter chocolate XD okay. battle of the twilight quotes it is!
c r a n e p a w .
Nothing more fun than an irritated grizzly bear.
Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 10, p.215
Riverfleet opened her mouth to reply. Cranepaw braced himself, although, without cause.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," the older she-cat said. Cranepaw could feel a smirk distorting thecorners of his mouth, but he bit his lip to stop it appearing. "Because I'm Bi-polar. Ish. And, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just get crabby when it's cold," she added. Bi-polar? Oh, that explained it...
Right - that was why. Bi-polar - Cranepaw flicked his tail in amusement - and the chill. Cranepaw could understand perfectly the chill, the hunger, that made cats angry, more tense... Except for Cranepaw, it seemed. The shrew he had eaten filled his belly, and warmth radiated all over his body, even in his paws. Which should be suffering from frost-bite at the moment.
After pondering that for a few seconds, Cranepaw realized it was perfectly quiet. The birds were asleep, the river running in the Gorge was sluggish, almost frozen, and the sound did not carry to the cat's ears. It was as if the snow banketed all the sound in the world. Cranepaw noticed Riverfleet glancing at him, and seeming confused by what she saw. He immediately corrected his position, and became the cheerful apprentice once more.
"Is it always so cold in Leafbare?" Cranepaw asked. This was the first Leafbare he had experienced, and he didn't mind it so much. Camouflage was a useful tool - but other cats seemed to dislike it, despise it, even... Because they were so loyal to the useless elders that they never stopped to eat the food they themselves caught. Weakness! |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 23, 2009 7:24:05 GMT -5
Riverfleet
I lived through alot that should have finished me these past few days.Stephenie Meyers,New Moon "Sort of, but, the first few days aren't that cold." Riverfleet answered, turning to face Cranepaw. "Anymore questions you'd like to ask?" She asked, with a calm edge. She had learned something. It was easy to be mean, but hard to be nice. Riverfleet scrutinized Cranepaw's beautiful white face. But then it reminded her that she was Cranepaw's mentor. [/blockquote] |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Apr 23, 2009 7:29:03 GMT -5
Riverfleet I lived through alot that should have finished me these past few days.Stephenie Meyers,New Moon[/right] "Sort of, but, the first few days aren't that cold." Riverfleet answered, turning to face Cranepaw. "Anymore questions you'd like to ask?" She asked, with a calm edge. She had learned something. It was easy to be mean, but hard to be nice. Riverfleet scrutinized Cranepaw's beautiful white face. But then it reminded her that she was Cranepaw's mentor. |
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Post by Crane on Apr 24, 2009 1:26:52 GMT -5
OOC:(Uh, there are two... Which one to reply to?)
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made one hundred percent by me. 