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Post by Silver on Sept 9, 2010 19:17:34 GMT -5
Of course, dear <3
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Post by Silver on Aug 15, 2010 17:40:08 GMT -5
Talontoes (...lolwhut?)
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Post by Silver on Aug 15, 2010 16:15:05 GMT -5
Skyfire stared in horror as the fur flew just outside his den. Dreamcloud darted off with an apologetic nod at Sharpstar's orders, leaving the medicine cat by himself. His heart beat wildly inside his chest as his eyes, not nearly as strong as they had once been, tried to focus. There were too many shapes, too many colors dulled by the crimson blood, all blurred in the frenzy of motion. Skyfire ducked inside his den, shoving Warhawk to her feet. "Follow Dreamcloud. Tell Windblaze that I sent you, and that you can't stay here. Go!" he snarled to the pregnant she-cat. Warhawk hesitated only a fraction of a second, horrified by the thought of fleeing, before slipping out the den.
Skyfire watched her leave from the safety of his den; had he not, he may never have noticed several cats joining the fray, slipping in from every conceivable entrace. There's more of them still. Even Dreamcloud can't make it soon enough, he thought, feeling his heart sinking to his paws as the shapes blending into the fray. There was nothing left to do. The tom closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for an opening. When the opportunity presented itself, the calico flew across the clearing, narrowly dodging claws and thrown bodies, up to the stump. From this vantage point, the fight was all the more gruesome, as each withering body was outlined in the moonlight. "Sharpstar!" Skyfire yowled; his voice was powerful, meant to be heard over the screeches of pain and fury. "Sharpstar, this can't go on! We must retreat!" he cried, praying that the big black cat could see this was a loosing battle.
For the briefest moment, the world around Shrubwhisker vanished, replaced by a single sweet memory. Tumblepaw was beside him, their breathing heavy as Rosethorn and Solarwind appraised them each. "I think," Rosethorn purred, "they're ready." Solarwind had nodded contently, winding his tail with Rosethorn's. Tumblepaw's eyes had shone, just as bright as his own. He could feel her warm body beside him, could almost smell Solarwind's warm scent, hear Rosethorn's rumbling purr...
As the waking world claimed his mind again, the tom moaned as pain rolled through him. The weight that had pressing against him was lifted; as he cracked an eye open, Shrubwhisker saw Marshflight wrestling another cat, clearly forgetting the battered brown ThunderClanner. He drew in a ragged breath, the acidic smell of blood clogging his senses. "Shrubwhisker! Are you alright?" Tumblestep? She was here? Shrubwhisker warily lifted his head, his muddled gaze landing on the beautiful she-cat. He nodded slowly, finding words to painful at this moment in time. He was glad she was here; it made the stinging sensation the lite his fur more tolerable.
Um. Crap. What was Ravenclaw doing right now?
A safe distance away from the chaos of the battle, Rosethorn listened to the muted cries with a sick heart. At her feet, herbs Moonpaw helped her gather seemed washed out in the moonlight. The young she-cat grieved, the feeling of not knowing clawing at her insides. None of this would have happened if the Unknown hadn't swallowed her beloved Solarwind. Duskstar would never had scrambled into power, and this war would have never begun. A noise startled the rusty warrior; her hand snapped to attention, wondering if it was one of the injured warriors she was to help tend. Instead, a lithe white she-cat that reeked of ShadowClan slipped past, clearly heading for WindClan territory. Rosethorn thought briefly of following her, but the ShadowClanner was long gone by the time Rosethorn made up her mind. Sighing, she picked up her herbs and slunk closer to ShadowClan territory, fed up with waiting.
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Aug 12, 2010 19:06:45 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Aug 12, 2010 19:06:45 GMT -5
So, I lost my phone Sunday my time, and my dad has not let me see hide or hair of my computer (he took the monitor, unplugged the comp, the whole thing and hauled it upstairs) until I find it. Seeing as it's been 5 days and it's still missing... well, odds aren't looking to good. My computer time is extremely limited, and between my new homework and other computer chores, it might be a little longer before I see ITM again. Do not fret, however! If you really need me or my lovely replies, post something in the c-box every so often. I'm bound to skim through and see, and I'll try my very hardest to throw a good post in before I get kicked off.
Soo, to sum it up, activity is limited but that does not mean I can't reply. CRANE AND FISHEY AND EAGLEH AND SNAKEY; Start up an activity check while I'm gone, yes? :3
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Post by Silver on Jul 31, 2010 13:57:30 GMT -5
Oh dear. Sparry, I'm afraid there's been a mistake Wolfkitten already owns Morningpaw. I'm so sorry! /goes off to update the list
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Post by Silver on Jul 31, 2010 13:30:05 GMT -5
Skyfire was on his feet the instant Thornpaw raced into the den. He relaxed a little as he recognized his apprentice. "Skyfire! What do we do?" he asked frantically. The aging medicine cat leveled his tired gaze on Thornpaw. "Our job is to heal, not hurt. The only thing we can do is protect our patients and pray StarClan will see us through," he sighed. The old tom tried his best to seem calm, but even he couldn't hide the fear scent that rolled off him in waves. This was looking bad. ShadowClan was outnumbered, and tired from the days of constant patrol. In the light of the full moon, his eyes flashed with worry. This fighting was useless.
Ravenclaw glanced at Shiverpath in surprise, narrowly avoiding Snowpelt's flying leap. He easily stepped away from the white she-cat, as truthfully, he did not enjoy fighting an unfair battle. He amber eyes raked the clearing for a different opponent as he raced away. He spotted Larksong fighting a ShadowClan apprentice. Duskstar had batted away an opponent and vanished. Stumbleknot and Shrubwhisker were taking on Marshflight and Sharpstar. A gray she-cat lurched into the fray, leaving a WindClan warrior to his own. Ravenclaw decided she was as good an opponent as any, and leaped after her. "Nobody gets hurt if you run," he breathed, poised to leap on Infectedsound.
“What’s important is that I trust him, and I do - to the last drop of blood that runs in my veins. I trust him so much as to lay down my life for him without regret. Could you do the same for Duskstar, Shrubwhisker?” Marshflight whispered, his breath warming my maw. A chill filled me as I considered his words. I realized, in the midst of all the bloodshed and cries, that if I were to die tonight, I would die for ThunderClan. Not Duskstar. Never for Duskstar. I didn't trust the tom- looking back, I don't suppose I ever really had. He was charming and outgoing, where I was silent and reserved. I had watched him, wooing his fellow Clanmates. I had seen him slip away in the night, though he was always there when I awoke in the morning. In my mind's eye, I saw him chatting smoothly to Midnightstar as I passed. His eyes flicked to me, for only a moment. I saw the dismissal in that look. I was just a lowly apprentice, with my mentor as my only friend. I was nothing to him, until he became leader. Until he needed every last bit of support.
Suddenly, Marshflight staggered, and collapsed to the ground. I had no time to celebrate my supposed victory, as Sharpstar himself lunged upon Stumbleknot. Shaking the blood from the few cuts I possessed, I tackled the ShadowClan leader. Although I didn't trust Duskstar, Stumbleknot was a different story. After all, he had chosen to help me of all his Clanmates. Rarely did I see any sign that the tom thought of himself before others. He was worth fighting for. As such, I sunk my teeth into the leader's hind leg, unaware of Marshflight rising behind me.
[Lol. Shrubwhisker's forming his own opinions! I'm so proud!]
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Post by Silver on Jul 28, 2010 17:40:52 GMT -5
"Some mission," I spat back. "He came back with nothing to show for and no real explanation for his Clan. Did he ever tell you what they wanted, Marshflight? Or doesn't he trust his deputy?" I snarled. I glanced at Stumbleknot gratefully, although my stomach still churned. All around me, claws were flying and it seemed every last cat was crying out, wither in victory or pain. I proceeded to grab the ShadowClanner by the shoulders, hoping to flip him over. My hind legs battered the tom, although I could start to feel the first hints of fatigue creeping upon me. Just wait for the second wave. We'll have them then, I thought desperately.
Skyfire peered cautiously from his den, his mismatched eyes taking the scene in front of him. In all his moons, he had never seen a more terrible sight. Fur was flying, teeth glinting in the moonlight, blood splattering the clearing. The aging tom backed into his den again, his fur on end. In the shadows, Warhawk was attempting to sit up, much to Skyfire's dismay. "You won't help your Clan going out there," he hissed softly. Warhawk opened her mouth to protest, but the medicine cat flicked his tail over his mouth. "Your kits should be here any day now. It could be tonight for all we know. Just stay here," he sighed. The queen glared at him a moment longer, before regaining her senses and slumping back into her nest. Skyfire turned, his fuzzy sight fixed on the den entrance in case the attackers tried to break in.
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Post by Silver on Jul 28, 2010 17:25:57 GMT -5
Only for a few more days. Thought I'd throw it up before I forget XD
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Post by Silver on Jul 27, 2010 21:59:25 GMT -5
I was brutally thrown aside, the wind blown out of my lungs. As I struggled to my feet, gasping, Marshflight said the very words that broke my humble shell.
“What makes you think a cat who fled her own clan, would care for its future!?” I could only freeze in shock at the taunting tone. How dare this tom insult Midnightstar! He hadn't been born and raised with her gentle guidance. He was never there when the young leader's eyes had shone as she proudly assigned mentors to the brand new apprentices. He couldn't hear the sound of heartbreak as she said goodbye. He hadn't watched her hunt besides her family, for whom she left to care for. Shrubwhisker could have just about killed the deputy then and there for his disgraceful comment, but Stumbleknot beat him to the attack. "At least Midnightstar could take care of herself, instead of vanishing to the unknown for moons," Shrubwhisker spat, latching onto the ShadowClanner with hatred in his eyes.
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Post by Silver on Jul 27, 2010 20:14:39 GMT -5
[Second wave, GO GO GO] Pure terror swept through me as a snarl echoed in my ear, only moments before claws dug into my fur. A wail of pain escaped me, and I scrambled furiously to pull away from my attacker. We tumbled and rolled towards the edge of the clearing, his voice managing to be heard over the pounding in my ears.
“Has ThunderClan sunk so low as to attack only nights from a gathering - sunk so low that they forget their pride as a Clan, forgotten the will of StarClan!?” His words wormed doubt into my already uncertain heart, making me hesitate for a moment. It finally clicked in my mind that this was the ShadowClan deputy, a figure I had come to respect in those Gatherings as an apprentice. I ducked away from his gaping jaws, realizing that Marshflight had the serious advantage, being not only more experienced, but in his own territory as well. "S-StarClan gave Duskstar nine lives so he could lead his Clan. T-ThunderClan will follow their leader to the ends of the earth, since StarClan wills it. Midnightstar would not have chosen a fool to succeed her!" I shot back. In truth, I was only reciting what I had been telling myself for moons now, trying to quiet the suspicion that haunted my dreams and dragged me down in waking-world. Finding this my chance, I lunged for his shoulders, hoping to set him off balance. As my claws grazed his fur, I noticed with guilt the wounds that were still healing. He had probably been in the patrol Duskstar took on. He had always been vague about what happened that night. I knew not what had caused the scratches, but I knew they were my only chance at making this a fair fight. Desperately, I nipped the gash, tasting the foul blood that welled up.
Ravenclaw nearly lunged after Marshflight when he first emerged from the shadows. They knew we were coming! he thought with shock, noticing that some of the ShadowClanners were already awake and prepared. He turned towards one, a ShadowClan she-cat who had just emerged from what he assumed was the warrior's den. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, the black tom's first instinct was to attack the other warrior. But her defiant voice rang in the clearing, and he caught a glimpse of her face in the moonlight. He faltered, unable to find it in his heart to attack a half-blind she-cat. This battle is not about inflicting damage, but showing the strength in numbers, after all. They just need to see they're safer with us. So, Ravenclaw turned upon a different warrior, latching onto her snow-white shoulders. Her scent almost overwhelmed him as he sank in his claws. "This is not WindClan's battle!" he hissed at Snowpelt.
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Post by Silver on Jul 27, 2010 19:48:27 GMT -5
Into The Mist Times
August Issue
Site Information~Hello Everyone! This is the seventh Issue of ITM's Bi-Monthly News Letter! First off, I'd like to note that ITM has over gone a wonderful makeover, courtesy of Eagleh <3 Please don't be afraid to suggest ideas for new themes and skins! Silver loves it when people speak up about how to make ITM, wither it be by sharing their creative talents or just letting your voice be heard.
Activity has been a little spotty again lately, so keep a look out for another activity check in the new few weeks! Remember, ITM is a community forum, meaning the more the merrier! Clan Information~RiverClan and ThunderClan have finally launched an attack against ShadowClan. Make sure you throw your characters in there and support your side!
WindClan better watch out. ShadowClan seems outnumbered, and no one knows what Duskstar and Cranefeather might try if they win against ShadowClan. They best be prepared in case ShadowClan calls for aid.
In addition to the war, ThunderClan should be on high alert. Duskstar's health seems to be getting spotty, though Moonpaw doesn't think it's anything contagious, everyone should be aware until a medicine cat is chosen. Threads to Watch~
The MEDICINE CAT meeting Is pretty much over... feel free to post your medicine cat leaving, though! TC Auditions (Open to EVERYONE) THE BATTLE (PLEASE POST) As always, Staff is to watch The Lair for discussions. ~Prone to updates~ Other Important News~ If you were planning on adopting a cat from the adoption center or the abandoned bios, do that NOW, as for the rest of the summer, I will slowly be deleting inactive or unfinished characters.
<3 See you all in October loves~
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Post by Silver on Jul 24, 2010 20:31:30 GMT -5
Just beyond the borders of ShadowClan territory, a certain white-coat deputy was speaking to a dusky colored tom. Waiting nervously in the shadows nearby, dozens of warriors waited for their leaders to give them the signals that would change the course of their lives forever. Those who didn't lust for battle felt tension bubbling like the swamps they were to invade. But these cats were unlike most; they refused to let the fear get the best of them. They beat down the rising horror with their courage and devotion to their leader, whom had been chosen by their ancestors to lead them. These were warriors, born to live for the better good of their Clan. They would battle with the strength and cunning of their larger cousins, until at last one Clan stood victorious. These cats were afraid, but they were willing to die if that is what it took.
That night, I felt ashamed to consider myself one of them. Chosen by my leader, Duskstar, I was to lead the first attack party on ShadowClan. We were to scout out the territory as quickly as possible. As soon as we found their camp, we were to find a way to signal the others back on the border to attack in a second wave. My group consisted of nine others, four of them from what used to be RiverClan. One of them was clearly a respected senior warrior, for the others often turned to him for instructions instead of me. He, in turn, would often focus his gentle amber gaze upon me and ask how I felt about it all. Embarrassed and flustered, I would usually agree with whatever the black tom wanted. His name was Ravenclaw, and I recognized him from the Gatherings I had been to. Though RiverClan and ThunderClan shared their territory, most of us didn't really mingle with one another until the sacred meeting. One of the other RiverClan warriors, Racoonpelt, promptly informed me he was the brother of the late Silverstar, which only made me feel even more inappropriate for this job I had been assigned. I didn't know anyone in my party, even my own clanmates; Harejump, Fernfrond, Yellowfoot, Lakegaze, and Jejuneheart. I had never talked to them before; my crippling shyness had made sure of that. The warriors from RiverClan consisted of Ravenclaw, Racoonpelt, her mother Cinderflame, and her mate Lionstorm. They all looked tough and eager to battle. I, on the other hand, jumped at every noise and was resisting the urge to turn tail and run. Only Ravenclaw's soothing, yet powerful presence made me push forward.
Lionstorm's voice in the darkness made me jump, for the umpteenth time that trip. "We must be close. This place reeks of ShadowClan," he growled. Cinderflame smirked at my uneasy expression. "Those wussies won't know what hit them!" the gray she-cat smiled eerily in the dark. Her daughter nodded eagerly, drawing the others to smirk in the gloom. I hesitated, pushing down the flood of horror that was rushing through me. Taking a deep breath, I turned to the cats behind me. "A-alright, Jejuneheart. We should b-be near the c-camp now. Since you're the fastest, I need you to go tell D-Duskstar," I hated how my voice trembled, hated the snickers that it prompted. I wanted nothing more than to run beside Jejuneheart, through the mud and muck, back to where Rosethorn was waiting for me to return. However, I had a duty to preform, so all I could do was watch the tom race away, my heart sinking with every fading step. We sat in silence for a moment before Ravenclaw rose to his feet. "No matter what happens tonight, we are all warriors. Remember the warrior code, and do not kill in vain. StarClan is beside us tonight; so be swift and strong, as well as merciful. We will walk away victoriously tonight." Ravenclaw's voice rumbled in the night, and even I felt my heart lifting with his words. We all nodded, and Ravenclaw closed his eyes for a moment. With a jolt, I realized he must be praying to his sister, his former leader, in StarClan. Out of respect, I dipped my head, murmuring a prayer of my own. When I raised my head again, Ravenclaw was watching me curiously. "Take the lead, Shrubwhisker," he mewed. Flicking my tail nervously, I signaled for the group to gather together again. Harejump and Fernfrond were on either side of me, while the others filed along silently behind. With a deep breath, I charged down, down into the clearing, into my fate. Behind me, battle cries rose to the sky, a warning to those asleep in their beds that we were finally here. The war had begun. [/color][/size]
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Post by Silver on Jul 17, 2010 16:04:28 GMT -5
Hello all. I know I haven't been on these past few weeks, but I thought I should let you know I'll be leaving tomorrow for band camp for a week. I'll be gone from the 18th to the 23rd. I'll reply to any threads that weekend <3
Don't let the site die while I'm gone. Like, seriously. I love this place too much. I'll be attempting to pick up the activity, key word being attempt.
Love you all~ Silver
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Post by Silver on Jul 13, 2010 14:04:26 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker trailed along behind Tumblestep, his pawsteps heavy and sorrowful. All those days and nights sparring with Rosethorn, he had never thought he would need to use those skills. Things had been wonderful, up until Silverstar died. She was the last grip StarClan had on the old ways, before new leaders flooded in and turned the forest upside-down. Somberly, he flicked his tail to Duskstar, alerting him of his presence. Then, he padded up to his apprentice, who was eagerly staring across the river. "Are you alright, Dawnpaw?" he whispered, finding her nothing but a smudge in the night as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. "Remember everything I taught you... and try to find an opponent your size... If at any point you're in trouble, don't be afraid to call for help or run... I'd much rather you come home with bumps and bruises than not at all," he sighed, his speech awkward and the words unconnected. He trembled in the cool night air, afraid of what was to come.
Rosethorn was not far behind Tumblestep and Shrubwhisker. She appeared in the moonlight besides the others as her former apprentice spoke to Dawnpaw. She padded up to Duskstar, preparing herself for what she was about to do. "Duskstar," she began slowly, "I'd like to ask permission to stay out of any fighting, tonight. Since we have no medicine cats at the moment, I feel I could better serve my Clan if I am able to tend to them, rather than be part of the attack. I know enough from my mother and observation to serve as a temporary medicine cat, if you will it," she said. Her tail flicked nervously. Duskstar worried her greatly, going off into battle with no medicine cat to back him up if something went wrong. The Clan needed someone with basic knowledge, and Rosethorn was more than willing to provide it, if StarClan let her.
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Post by Silver on Jul 13, 2010 13:50:25 GMT -5
Shrubwhisker sat in stunned silence as he listened to Duskstar question the kittypet. Join the Clan? Had Duskstar gone nuts? Why on earth would they let a kittypet into the Clan? And more importantly, what in StarClan was Duskstar talking about, with this "most respected warriors?" stuff? Shrubwhisker was gullible enough to be picked on by apprentices! Surely there was a mistake! The brown-furred tom hesistated, his bright green gaze sweeping the den and its contents. Noxshadow and Stumbleknot seemed proud of the responsibility Duskstar had given them. Shrubwhisker felt only confused. He raced after the tom, stuttering stupidly. "B-but Duskstar... W-when...? W-why...?" But Duskstar paid no attention to him, so the young tom merely slunk back to Tumblestep and Rosethorn, tail between his legs.
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