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Post by Crane on May 15, 2009 2:20:09 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
Every day that I've lived I didn't know that I was waiting for you And out of no where you where there Destructing all I knew Cranefeather purred contentedly as he watched Riverfleet sleeping from his nest. He was not in his own nest, for he was a new warrior, and slept away from Riverfleet. So he had moved as to be closer to her. Watching her with blue eyes, Cranefeather's thoughts started to drift. He wondered what she was dreaming of... Cranefeather? Ha, how egotistical. She might not even be dreaming. "Mrr," Riverfleet whispered. Alright, she must have been dreaming. Cats don't talk in their sleep unless they're dreaming. This was frustrating - Cranefeather really wanted to know what she was dreaming about. Wait. Why was he obsessing over what one cat was dreaming of? Sure, she was the most important thing in his world... But still...
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Post by Crane on May 15, 2009 2:15:41 GMT -5
Hifty has gigantic eyeballs.
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Post by Crane on May 14, 2009 4:30:30 GMT -5
Firewrath is stupid! O:
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Post by Crane on May 13, 2009 2:13:17 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
Let's play a love game Play a love game Do you want love? Or you want fame? "Thanks," Riverfleet said in that irresistable voice of hers. Cranefeather purred quietly. She dug into her meal, and Cranefeather watched, the graceful arch of her neck, the spark of life in her eyes, her sharp claws... And the blood staining her muzzle. She looked dangerous... And Cranefeather liked dangerous games. She was absolutely gorgeus, and another idea started to form in Cranefeather's mind. "Yum," she purred when her meal was finished. Cranefeather smiled conspiritorially at her. "Are you as bored as I am?" he said, the smile of his face spreading.
CUT. and that's a wrap.
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Post by Crane on May 13, 2009 2:04:51 GMT -5
Okay, now let's get cracking and hunt up some sort of layout.
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Post by Crane on May 13, 2009 2:03:54 GMT -5
l e i k o .
Starlight I will be chasing a starlight Until the end of my life I don't know if it's worth it anymore "I'm right here," came Fallensong's relieving response. The injured cat limped past Leiko to a den. "Come here. Echostar, I have a prisoner!" Echostar? That must have been the Clan's leader - probably a ruthless tom, crushing all opposition under his huge paw... But then she saw the female cat hop up from a perch, and strode forward. "Who is this, Fallensong?" she demanded, studying Leiko and Fallensong. Leiko had enough of this. She stalked forward. "I'm Leiko. A loner. Do what you wish with me," she said calmly, hoping the leader would be as ferocious as the image she had conjured up in her head, and order her most elite warriors to tear Leiko to shreds. She slumped onto her haunches, waiting for the verdict.
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Post by Crane on May 13, 2009 1:31:19 GMT -5
Hifty actually has an evil donkey on her head.
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Post by Crane on May 12, 2009 2:48:42 GMT -5
Romance of the Dark it is! CLICK!
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Post by Crane on May 12, 2009 2:47:12 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
You're something beautiful A contradiction I wanna play the game I want the friction "Yeah, kind of," Riverfleet replied, a soft, barely noticable edge to her tone. Cranefeather chose to ignore it. Who knew what the lovely cat was thinking? "Do you wanna hunt for a little?" he asked. But, before Riverfleet had the chance to reply, Cranefeather spotted a blackbird out of the corner of his ice-blue eye, and purred quietly. He took three quick steps, and pounced, crushing the blackbird under his weight. He picked the limp thing up in his jaws and padded back over to Riverfleet. "Well, you don't have to decide now," he told her with a small smile on his face. He dropped the blackbird at her paws. Black feathers and black fur. He glanced away from her paws and into her stunning silver eyes, losing all trains of thought. He looked away so he could remember to breath. How strong his reactions were with Riverfleet around!
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Post by Crane on May 12, 2009 2:27:58 GMT -5
l e i k o .
You know the one thing you’re fighting to hold Will be the one thing you’ve got to let go And when you feel the wall cannot be burned You’re gonna die to try what can’t be done The scent of the ShadowClanners was almost impossibly strong, here in the heart of their territory. Although Leiko, the loner, did not mind it. She supposed that she was used to it - the wind often blew the sharp scent to her home at the Old Motel. Leiko took a deep breath, and stepped into the ShadowClan camp, hyper-alert that her life could end at any second. Not that she would mind - she was here to ask that favour from the ShadowClan leader. The best gift any cat could give her - to join her Julian in the stars. Now, where was Fallensong, the injured warrior escorting her to her demise? "Fallensong?" she called quietly, hoping nobody killed her while the young warrior limped along behind Leiko.
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Post by Crane on May 12, 2009 1:20:37 GMT -5
Pouncey is extremely inactive!
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Post by Crane on May 11, 2009 3:30:02 GMT -5
l e i k o .
See it burning in my eyes Don't want words, Don't want no lies They say more than what is spoken Promises always get broken The cat limped along behind Leiko - funny, Leiko had barely noticed her injured leg. Try as she might, the arrogant loner could not suppress the surge of pity for the injured cat. What a horrible way to live, limping all day, and probably having less compassionate cats jeering at you. It was not how Leiko would like to live. Although the irritation - Leiko could feel the cat's eyes on her - was starting to win out over the pity. Suddenly, the she-cat spoke. "I forgot to mention. You may address me as Fallensong." Leiko snorted. What an appropriate name for the injured warrior. Fallensong. However it did have a nice ring to it. "Sure," Leiko said arrogantly. "I'm Leiko. Surprisingly enough, that means arrogant," she said, twitching her whiskers in amusement. Her old Twolegs had been fluent in a strange language... Not just the usual Twoleg garble, this was different. The words had sharper edges, and were spoken quicker... But no, she couldn't remember. "I'm cold. Let's go," Leiko grunted, picking up the pace.
ooc: I'll be starting a thread in the camp tomorrow, unless you want to do it ^-^
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Post by Crane on May 11, 2009 3:10:08 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
Feel my breath I'm alive When we're side by side now Now, this is dedicated to you "Congrats, warrior," came a sudden voice, startling Cranefeather. His head whipped around, but before the motion had been completed, he had already recognized the voice as Riverfleet's. Ah, Riverfleet... She craned her neck to give Cranefeather a quick lick. He purred. She slumped to the ground, showing her underbelly with an innocent expression on her face. Cranefeather twitched his whiskers in amusement. Her expression looked strangely like an apprentice's, with that innocent look. It reminded Cranefeather of the first time he had ever met Riverfleet. He had been acting like a normal apprentice, breezy and not pying much attention. Of course, now Riverfleet knew him a lot better. Cranefeather liked that... A lot. But then he flashed back to present, and remembered Riverfleet's comment. "Yeah, thanks, deputy," he purred. They'd both been promoted in a short space of time - things were rushing along faster than Cranefeather was used to. He'd had to wait asan apprentice. Plots were meaningless - nothing was going to happen until Cranefeather had become a warrior. Which he had now. And, to throw mess it all up, Riverfleet was deputy. But he could hardly begrudge such a pure, good cat a position like that. And she had agreed to help him get on top - in a position of power, that wouldn't be so hard. Cranefeather liked that. "You hungry?" he asked casually.
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Post by Crane on May 10, 2009 5:55:13 GMT -5
Sure thing Windy ^-^ c r a n e f e a t h e r .
And if the story ends here I can't be surprised to find Your eyes are open wide And that I have inspired you Step one had been taken - Cranepaw had officially become a warrior, and was now known as Cranefeather! Now he had to bide his time. Wait for the perfect oppurtunity. Then strike! But now he had more important things to do, such as find his Riverfleet. He glanced around. The snow had melted into the Gorge, which was rapidly rushing along. The sky was blue, with a lot of white, puffy clouds drifting along. It was one of the first sunny days all New-leaf. All nice, peaceful scenery. Although to Cranefeather, it seemed dull and grey, for there was no Riverfleet to lighten the scene. He sighed, and slumped to the ground to wait for her.
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Post by Crane on May 10, 2009 2:19:07 GMT -5
*meh's*
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