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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 6, 2009 14:29:26 GMT -5
...S mokepaw:..: I can't feel my paws! Smokepaw shook his head wildly in shock. His whole body felt numb, and his heart was racing badly. And to think that all this was happening around the day of his first training session! Oh StarClan, how was he to concentrate? There just wasn't enough room in his mind to make space for training. All that was there was shock; total shock. Oddly, he couldn't feel the grief. Is my head numb too? he thought to himself guiltily. Why couldn't he feel sad? Why isn't he mourning?
I just can't believe that Silverstar is really dead... was the heart-breaking thought that came. His fur sticking up and his ears folded back, the smokey-gray tom cuddled down into a ball and began to nap. Afterall, a good rest to soothe his mind was just what he need. The soft bedding was ideal, and the lingering scent of Larksong, his sister, was very comforting. If only she was still here in his den...The warrior had left earlier ago to go on a patrol, and Smokepaw was left alone again. But then, suddenly a loud voice startled him.
"Smokepaw, get a move on!" he heard. It was his mentor, Cranefeather. 'How lucky you are to have such a noble mentor like him,' was what his denmates say. However, Smokepaw wasn't so sure. He swished his tail and sighed, and then quickly padded outside to meet with his mentor.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 6, 2009 14:09:23 GMT -5
Got it! ;]
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 6, 2009 14:04:28 GMT -5
Oh no's!! D; Rainy, you can't go!! *cries* Like Flower said, we'll miss you!
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Aug 1, 2009 6:13:00 GMT -5
[ooc; it's no prob ;] besides, I have no muse either DDD: This is a really bad short post >.<' ...L arksong:.Pour out all your feelings that were safely tucked inside. Let go, please let go; Fly free, please fly free and sing a song full of feeling as beautiful as a lark [/color] .: Larksong sighed as she heard Rainstorm say, "Oh no, Larksong! I didn't mean it like that! StarClan knows that RiverClan will mourn you if they took you so young!"
She let out a mrrow of pathetic laughter, purring, "Me? Young?! Oh, StarClan! You have no idea! I can just feel it in my bones, fellow clanmate. I just know I'm getting old for a warrior!" The tortoiseshell swished her tail and mewed a bit guiltily, "Besides, my father, mother and all of my siblings - other than Smokepaw, that is - are up there. I hope to hunt with them all, but I can't leave that little brother of mine alone, can I?"
If Larksong was a twoleg, she would be beaming right now. She's seen them do it once - the flesh around their jaws curved up and a sense of happiness radiated from them. Twolegs...what awkward things, she mused, I do so wonder what being one is like.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 30, 2009 8:01:34 GMT -5
...L arksong:.I'm trapped in a cage wrapped up in my past My wings are docked and I can't fly Someone come to my rescue [/color] .: "So that's my story," said the young apprentice as she looked down at her paws. Then she layed down, and Larksong gazed at her in deep wonder.
The warrior closed her eyes and softly mewed, "I see now. So that's how it is..." Larksong trailed off, her mind trying to analyze everything Flashpaw told her. Her eyes were shrouded by the sadness that lingered in the apprentice's story, and she just couldn't believe that such a young cat could experience such traumatic experiences being so little.
The tortoiseshell shook her head and mewed, "Why, young apprentice, I never knew! How awful!" then she murmured, "So that's the name of that tom cat from all of those moons ago..." She sighed and layed her head on her paws. Cocking her head, she chortled, "Well, enough of all of those weepy tales. I think we should do something more positive to cheer us both up. Now let me think..." Larksong stretched her hind legs as she thought, thought and thought. Then suddenly, it struck her: "Oh I know a whimsical idea! How about we go on a hunt? It may be something that we do everyday, but at least to me, every hunt is an exciting experience. How about it?" She let out a satisfied purr and pricked her ears in excitement.
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 27, 2009 9:29:28 GMT -5
[occ; I'll get started on this ASAP - I've got to go to bed ;] (it's night time where I am at the moment)]
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 26, 2009 1:43:09 GMT -5
Crane ate a fried crane O:
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 25, 2009 5:04:43 GMT -5
OOC; Sorry about this >< I posted earlier, but the post didn't show up D: Dunno what happened...is this a glitch? I'm not going to retype the whole thing, so I'm just going to post this quickie:
Larksong sighed, and muttered, "Well, we were all very hungry back then. It's the twolegs, I told you. They were caving into the forest with monsters I have never seen before. They were big and yellow, and even huger than the ones on the Thunderpath. They were louder too. They scared away almost all the prey in the forest. If I remember correctly, at the time it was leaf-bare. Such a horrible, horrible time...Be grateful that prey is plentiful right now."
Then Flashpaw curled her tail around her paws, saying "Well, at least your parents died protecting your clan. Mine left the clan and abandoned me. I could tell you the rest of my story if you want." Then she looked up at the sky in deep wonder.
Larksong blinked and sat up from her resting position, her energy replenished and already feeling much more at ease. Just telling a young and curious apprentice made her feel better. After Flashpaw finished speaking, Larksong thought for a moment about how to answer. "Actually, my father died protecting RiverClan. M-my mother...she d-died giving birth to Smokepaw and his two siblings. It is...it is a pity that such thing happened. She was such a devoted queen," she mewed, her voice quivering. Then the tortoiseshell noticed that she had only responded to Flashpaw's comment, and not her question, so she purred, "And I would love to hear your story. After all, every cat has their own story, always at least a bit different. You may not want to go too deep into the sad details, for it seems like both of our histories are rather weepy, and sharing them may make us even weepier rather than sympathetic."
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 25, 2009 4:50:13 GMT -5
Featherwhisker is Feather's alter ego. That's why the first part of her name is 'Feather'
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 24, 2009 2:01:58 GMT -5
Crane doesn't understand how irked Fishy is at her smug face
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 23, 2009 2:30:15 GMT -5
EEEEEEEeeeeeeeep!!!!!!!
*runs off screaming:*
Crane is torturing Fishy!!!
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 23, 2009 0:36:23 GMT -5
...L arksong:.I'm trapped in a cage wrapped up in my past My wings are docked and I can't fly Someone come to my rescue [/color] .: "Of course I do, Larksong!" Flashpaw mewed. Larksong narrowed her eyes a bit. The young apprentice's tone sounded so delighted to the point of sarcasm. Despite that, she chuckled, letting it pass for extreme excited-ness and sat up.
"Well, we sure have a hyper one here," the tortoiseshell purred, "Now...where should I begin...?" Her deep blue eyes took on a sad, almost hurtful look. "Ahh, yes...I remember," [/color] Larksong murmured, sighing as she meowed.
Why did I get myself into this? Ohh, my heart is beating so fast...I can't stop myself can I? It's like living it all over again when you are not...
"Let us begin with my younger days, shall we?" she paused, allowing the apprentice to soak that in before continuing, "At that time, there were a couple of conflicts between the clans over food because the twolegs chased the prey away with their monsters, invading into the forest," Larksong shook her head and lashed her tail as she spoke on, "RiverClan was caught into a skirmish over - what was it? - a squirrel, I believe. Everybody was so hungry, so nobody in both of the hunting patrols hesitated about settling the disagreement in a fight. Well, Stormpaw wasn't born yet. Pregent queens don't give birth until two months, you know. Anyway, it was a bloody battle which soon turned into all-out war..."[/color] the senior warrior trailed off, fear in her voice and anxiety could be seen in her eyes. She shook her head wildly, trying to shake away the visions to pay attention only to her words, but it didn't help, so she just took a deep breath and finished quickly, "And let's just say it wasn't very pretty. M...my father was killed then...And do you know why you've never met Stormpaw's mother? Because she died giving birth to her last kits."[/color] After finishing quickly (though not smoothly, that's for sure), Larksong breathed a sigh of relief and curled up in her den.
Calm down now, Larksong...It's the past; just the past, she thought to herself.
She opened an eye and told the apprentice, "And that is all," and then layed her head on her multi-colored paws to rest and regain reality in her mind again.
But isn't that reality? Is the past reality, even though you will never see it again?[/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 22, 2009 21:48:21 GMT -5
Featherwhisker's whiskers are made of feathers
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 22, 2009 2:46:59 GMT -5
Crane lied - the paint on the paintbrush died all of Fishy's insides RAINBOW
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Post by it's FiSHY, scaredy-cat. on Jul 22, 2009 1:56:17 GMT -5
Oh - and Crane also ate a horse >_< (poor horse...!)
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