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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 30, 2011 19:28:16 GMT -5
We should have an activity check... That's what worked last time... >.>
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 9, 2011 23:10:26 GMT -5
Not "Your OWN novel" but creative, so okay then. xD
Kingdoms die as queendoms arise with the benediction of vengeful princesses.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 9, 2011 23:05:35 GMT -5
Been a while, eh? :3
Barredpelt
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 9, 2011 23:01:56 GMT -5
Larksong...Unbeknownst to the tom, Larksong was thinking in a similarly negative manner about his gender. Toms these days, she sighed to herself yet again at Firestep's moodiness. One moment he was hissing and challenging the torn state of her ear, the next he was calmed and apologizing, and then, yet again, Firestep was hissing as if something malodorous was in the air.
Now, on the last one, Larksong couldn't object to. To Morningpaw, she nodded a kind silent, "Hello," with a flick of her tail. At first she was about to wonder why the dear apprentice was here, but then her nose caught scent of the something-suspicious and she was narrowing her eyes along with the hissing Firestep.
"Do you smell that?" asked the tom as the stench grew ever-stronger.
"Of course. It's impossible not to," replied Larksong, hair beginning to bristle. With her ears she heard the gentle-but-loud splishy noises of a twoleg river monster swimming. "Hide," she hissed as she saw the brown, tree-bark-colored triangular blob in the distance, "Quick, go!"
The calico darted backwards from the river and ducked herself under a bush, beckoning Morningpaw to come along. Firestep could take care of himself. He was a warrior, and Larksong had a dislike for him, anyway.
She held her breath and peaked between the cracks of the shrub in wait of the thing that (she did not know this, but) twolegs called a 'rowboat'.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 8, 2011 22:42:11 GMT -5
ooc; It's fine. :3 With a little work, I'm sure you'll get better at it. ;] LARKSONG "The clan leader told me to make sure that no trespassing cats were on our territory," spat Firestep matter-of-factly, much to Larksong's surprise. "All I did was try to be nice," he hissed, "Fine, I'll leave you alone." The tom turned his back on the calico with a flick of the tail, ambling away in a casual manner that struck the she-cat awkward for the sudden display he had shown earlier.
How irkful, toms these days, thought Larksong with a sigh, You have to wonder what goes on in that squirrely brain of theirs to cause them to swing moods in such ways. The senior warrior was planning to resume her meditative position of thinking beside the water, but she was feeling rather irritating today, and thus she retorted, "I never asked you to leave. I had only questioned your presence."
She could almost feel a smile perking at the edges of her lips. It's been a while since she's been her smart-alecky self as much as her temper has stayed with her all the way through the battles. Although Larksong did not turn around to see Firestep's reaction for herself, she had a feeling it would not be pleasant and decided to simply take joy in the assumption, the blessing of ignorance, what not. Silently, she waited for the fellow warrior's response, mind wheels turning already in anticipation of the next retort. [/size]
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 7, 2011 12:03:04 GMT -5
stumbleknot. Tumblestep flashed a sheepish grin, laying a single ear back in an amused expression. "Now that's an interesting combination to be sure," the she-cat laughed lightly and nodded, glancing around the camp. Head tilted, tail swishing, she asked, "Would you two mind terribly if I came with you?"
"By StarClan, why not?" replied Stumbleknot with a flick of an ear, "And I'm certain Soulpaw wouldn't care a mousedung either, would you now, Soulpaw?" he added with a chuckle. The deputy stood up to stretch, turning around to face the path toward the sandy hollow. He beckoned with his tail. "So are we ready or not?" OOC; haha... funny how my muse simply deadens after a long hibernation as this...
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 6, 2011 12:08:50 GMT -5
Stumbleknot laughed at the mispronunciation. His and Tumblestep's names really are similar. The deputy meorred in amusement as Soulpaw widened her eyes as big as she could in the cutest expression she could muster in loud, desperate begs and gave the young apprentice a little nudge. "Fine by me, then," the tom mewed, "But only this time. Noxshadow wouldn't like to see the clan deputy stealing his apprentice, would he now?"
Although, as much as Stumbleknot never minded stepping in to do a littl eextra mentoring, the apprentice's words stuck in his mind and he just realized -- oh, his obliviousness, for StarClan's sake -- the frequent disappearances of the certain black tom who was Soulpaw's chosen mentor.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 5, 2011 20:22:29 GMT -5
larksong sometimes being yourself means changing yourself "Hi, Larksong. Why aren't you celebrating with everyone else?" a voice rang from out back.
The tortoiseshell whipped around to see Firestep a couple tail-lengths away, staring and waiting for her response. She felt her insides boil with annoyance, but the she-cat squelched the irksomeness. Still, her eyes narrowed. "I should be asking the same for you," she mewed quietly in response and turned away as soon as the words left her mouth, back to staring at the funny serenity of the rippling water. OOC; This post is obviously shorter than my usual. Sorries. ^^ I'm still getting back into the hang of things and my brain is a little fried...
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 3, 2011 10:28:12 GMT -5
Oh. Well, sorry about that. ^^' Thought it was under announcements instead...
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 3, 2011 10:21:55 GMT -5
larksong. right the wrongs before i die.
Larksong loved her clan. She really did. But, when they had won and RiverClan yowled, she was not one of them. Something inside her felt empty somehow.
The senior warrior, respected but seldom liked, had always been somewhat of an outcast among her clanmates. She was always viewed as stern, anti-social or rageful, but really, all she was was quiet -- with a temper that really snapped once broken, that is.
However, she never felt like an outcast. Her family line was purely all RiverClan, quite a feat with so many half-clan incidents in history. And, she grew up with a pride in her clan like few others. Now, she truly felt like she just wasn't a RiverClan cat anymore. Inside, the tortoiseshell felt more like a loner than anything.
Sitting at the banks of the river was the one thing that made her cling to home. How soothing, the dribbling notes of trickling water, the familiar scent of fresh fish, the sparkle of the sun striking off the streams... It was one thing Larksong could never let go of and never get enough.
So, here the she-cat sat, contemplating her thoughts at the one place where she can simply escape the world. For, it wasn't the cats of RiverClan she prided herself in most dear, but it was the many little aspects of the place she called home, from the river to the floating dens that rose ever dutifully with every flood of water.
Yes, she thought, ShadowClan may take its revenge, RiverClan may eventually fall, but this land is mine and if there's any place I'd protect with my heart, it's this one.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 3, 2011 10:01:15 GMT -5
stumbleknot. the obstacles have only begun.
ooc; Wow, it's been a while...I'm going to be rusty >.<
bic; Back in camp. nobody was happy. That one thing was for sure. Wherever the deputy looked, there were grim faces, drooping tails, and tiresomeness in every step every cat took. Sure, here and there were bursts of little energy and happiness, but mostly it was all pessimism. It was obvious the battle had taken a lot of out of every cat, and likely not just in ThunderClan as well. Once he had come across a group of WindClan cats while patrolling the border. It was not that they were underfed; only they were not "in the sorts", if you may call it.
Stepping out of his den only confirmed Stumbleknot's thoughts. He grunted a greeting to a dozing cat and walked to the center of the camp, where he spotted Tumblestep, Starsong and Soulpaw, three cats being at least a little optimistic for once. The tom padded over and gave the apprentice a playful prod from the back. "Watcha' doing, fella?" the deputy asked.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 2, 2011 19:03:22 GMT -5
Whoopsies...Haha, I don't spellcheck. I'll change that ^^
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Dec 23, 2010 12:52:43 GMT -5
Lilypaw likes eating the flowers on her feet.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Dec 23, 2010 12:48:58 GMT -5
Pouncepaw nodded whole-heartedly. All these cats had great points. Surely they'd be able to convince the others somehow? "Yes, definitely. I'm with Coldfoot, Spicestar and Petalstream!" she yowled into the crowd and gave a sideways glare to Eaglepaw, whom sighed and shook his head.
"Fine. Let's go," the young tom mewed reluctantly. I really hate admitting this, he thought to himself with a sigh. "Let's go already! I don't want to just sit around and wait for ShadowClan to get beaten to pulp!"
"That's the spirit!" Pouncepaw mewed cheerily and gave her denmate a playful nudge. "Spicestar, when are we going? It must be soon!" she called up to the leader above.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Dec 20, 2010 20:20:13 GMT -5
And Crane is, well, a crane.
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