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Post by wolfkitten on Feb 1, 2010 13:30:42 GMT -5
Sharpstar would nod slightly to Marshflight as he affirmed his question, and then would watch as Marshflight settled himself. Not long after he did that, the large Leader would follow suit, lowering his large form into a more crouched position, to listen to what his beloved Deputy and friend had to say. He couldn't help but feel the exhaustion pulling at his paws, and yet he would not let that feeling pass his eyes, even if he couldn't hide all of it from his Deputy, he didn't want him to feel he couldn't come to him with the issues of the Clan. It was his duty to serve the Clan... And his honor.
His ears would flicker, before his eyes darkened a little bit when he heard Marshflight speak of Warhawk's actions, and he would nod slightly to him. "Always was such a high spirited one..." He shook his head a little bit, but nodded, a sign of admiration also there, but he would then nod again as Marshflight offered his solution. "I agree... But she is a proud Warrior... When it comes time for a Gathering, I believe we should appoint her as head Guard to the camp. It will give her something to do and hopefully help her to not feel as if she were simply being shunned from the Gatherings..."
He nodded slightly, and then watched Marshflight's countenance light up a bit as he spoke of his beloved daughter, Nightpaw. He would nod slowly. He also knew that Nightpaw very well deserved to receive her Warrior name. She had done so admirably, both in the face of the Twolegs and here under Marshflight's watchfull eye... And yet... Sharpstar didn't miss the gleam in Marshflight's eye as he spoke of his daughter, and he would tilt his head, but leave his question unasked for the time being, before nodding again. "I believe another deserves a Warrior name and has been put to the side too long... You know the other Loner that found her way to us... Leiko... I have seen how she is in the Clan and I believe she deserves a true place here... The other one... Dusk... I don't feel she's been here long enough quite yet to earn her place with us... But she shall be watched... And perhaps one day she too shall join the ranks. What do you say?" Once he received a yes or no from Marshflight on Leiko, he would nod again, thinking. "The ceremony will be held tomorrow evening."
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 29, 2010 14:56:29 GMT -5
Lol well I don't know about right FireFly, but that is what seems to make sense and is consistant to me. *Shrug*
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 29, 2010 14:54:42 GMT -5
Sharpstar was, indeed, in his den. After talking with the loner and making the decision of how she was to be handled, and making certain that precautions were being taken to be sure their beloved Clan was safe and secure, the large Leader was exhausted. He had been exhausted to start with, but now he had pushed himself a bit too far. But a little rest would get him right back on his paws in prime condition. And this is exactly what he was doing at this present moment. The young leader lay in silence in his den, thinking about all that needed to happen and how he would handle everything. Here he was... Thrust into leadership by Echostar, and then gone off on a random journey that had seemed so fruitless... And yet now here he was, back with his Clan, who needed him to lead them well through these dark days.
But then he would hear the welcomed sound of his Deputy and friend... His head would raise, ears perking as he heard his approaching pawsteps and then meowed words. He would lift his hulking form to it's paws, and padding toward the entrance before thinking better of standing too long for now. He needed to conserve his energy to get back his strength as rapidly as possible. "Marshflight... Is everything in order? The entrance safe and guarded?" He figured, at this point, there should be some cat on guard at the entrance at all times, he had relayed this to Marshflight, and so he had no doubt it had been set into motion, and yet he still wished to check in with his Deputy and see. And yet once he would receive his answer, he would merely nod and go quiet, figuring that was not why Marshflight had come to see him.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 23, 2010 23:06:48 GMT -5
Lol this aging process is not consistant with what we're doing then guys... Because in the books there is a Gathering every moon... And since it's not logical to hold a huge Gathering every month it doesn't work to have the cats age correctly one moon being one real month... But yea... Whatever...
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 23, 2010 2:31:33 GMT -5
Sharpstar would stand, head lifted proudly, yet not in arrogance. He was determined to be a good leader to his Clan, and that meant being strong as well as good and fair... But he would watch the one named Dusk very keenly all the while listening to what Marshflight had to say. He wouldn't hold any judgement in his eyes, good or bad until he heard his Deputy out. He would search the she-cat for any inconsistancies in her actions, anything in her eyes or posture that may contradict what his Deputy was saying. Finally his intense stare would be lifted from the she-cat and returned to Marshflight. He would meet his Deputy's gaze and nod slightly in response to his words. One thing would bother him a little and he would speak lightly to him. "I don't know Marshflight... There is no one way in which a spy looks..." Sharpstar would blink once before listening to the rest of his words, and then watching as he turned to head off to see to the camp's defenses. "Very well. Thank you Marshflight." He would then turn his gaze back on the Loner, silence stretching between them for a few tense seconds before he nodded slightly. "I cannot deny that in these dark times we can use any willing paw that will aid us... But I also hope you can understand why I cannot just welcome you into my camp with open paws... This Clan... Is my family. One does not allow danger to waltz into their home and endanger those they love... And you could be danger..." He nodded slowly as he glanced to Stormcry. He knew he wouldn't approve... He was pretty certain he didn't approve when Echostar allowed Leiko to stay, and Leiko was consistantly proving that she was honest and true in her wishes to be a help to the Clan... He had a plan for her... But that would come with some time. He would finally turn his gaze back on Dusk. "I will allow you to stay. But you will share a space with Leiko for now... I will have an Apprentice fetch you bedding. You will not leave the camp unattended by at least one Warrior and one Apprentice." He knew more could not easily be spared at a time. "If you do leave without such, you will not be welcomed back." There was an ominous tone to his voice, and a seriousness in his eyes as he spoke. "If you are truly here to help us, then I welcome you, for this threat does not only affect us... But all who call this place home... I only hope you can understand the measures I take to protect my family." He would then nod, and wait for a few moments to see if she had anything to say to him about all this. If she was true in what seemed to be her wishes, he hoped she would not be frightened by his size and demeanor, if she was false, he hoped she shook in her fur... But he would nod slowly, awaiting any words that might come from her, while mulling a few other things over in his mind. He needed to speak with Leiko sometime soon... He had a few things to speak with her about, and he hoped she would not mind sharing space with this Loner here. It would be good practice for sleeping in the Warrior's Den if his wishes were the same as hers. OOC: Nah you're fine FireFly. And I hope I got all names and everything right, lol I was pretty sure the ShadowClan Loner was Leiko... If not, sorry! Lol if she was Warriorized and I didn't know about it, please let me know and I shall edit. Fanks!
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 23, 2010 2:06:19 GMT -5
Morningpaw would watch her uneasily. She knew Larksong was none to be trifled with... Not at all. And yet she cared about the older she-cat just like she cared about all her Clanmates... She gazed up at her with worried eyes as she looked at her. Morningpaw would often try to keep other cats from seeing her when she felt that... Odd feeling. It was always then that her words and the flash of her eyes would seem like StarClan themselves might be trying to speak through the young cat. But she hated how it made other cats look at her all funny. She sighed slightly, but shook the thought from her head and mewed softly to her as she heard her tell her that she didn't want to get involved. "Larksong... You are of my Clan and I care about you just as I do any other RiverClan cat..." She wouldn't say a thing more, knowing that any more and she would very likely get a retort from the she-cat. Larksong wasn't always well known for being full of gumdrops and butterflies. But she would nod to the she-cat and be silent as she gazed off blankly for a moment, before the young one would speak again. "Come on... We should go... Do you want to come fishing with me for a bit?" She asked quietly, tilting her head some, hoping to get the she-cat's mind off whatever upset her.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 18, 2010 20:53:03 GMT -5
It would be a lie to say that Morningpaw didn't feel an odd pull toward the Gorge this particular day... She often came here to think... And yet she felt oddly closer to StarClan when she was around the Gorge... She looked to Larksong, worry in her young eyes as she watched her grip the rock and stare down the Gorge. after she had lifted her soft voice, the she-cat had whirled on her choking out the question. Morningpaw tensed up a little and would recoil just slightly before boldly moving to Larksong's side and pressing her muzzle comfortingly against Larksong's shoulder. She trembled slightly as she suddenly realized what Larksong may have been thinking. "Oh Larksong... Don't appologize... What's wrong... I'm sorry... I have no idea what you're going throught..." Shivered a little bit, wondering if she was overreacting... Maybe Larksong just came here to think like she did... And yet the way she stood at the cliff's edge spoke otherwise... She shivered a little and would gaze up at the older she-cat uncertainly. "Whatever it is... You will make it through it I'm sure..." The wisdom of StarClan themselves seemed to flow through this young one at odd times... And this seemed to possibly be one of those times... It was odd the way her eyes shone with something different... And yet she would soon blink and it was gone... The Apprentice looking slightly confused as she gazed up at Larksong.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 17, 2010 11:08:37 GMT -5
Things had been bugging Morningpaw lately... Things with their Leader and their Deputy were the main worries on this young one's heart. She often came to the Gorge just to think. She had been warned against it often enough, and yet she didn't often take heed to the warnings. She found it to be a delightful place to come and think. It was usually void of any other cats as many cats hated to go around it... Much less hunt or patrol it much. So she was usually out of any other cat's way. She sighed softly to herself, her paws heavy, allowing her true emotions to show now that she felt alone.
The sweet little she-cat was so confused by the recent happenings... The mysterious dissapearance of the wonderful Silverstar... The rise of Riverstar and her Deputy Cranefeather... Psh... Cranefeather... Thinks he's all great just because he's Deputy and like... Huge... She looked at her own paws and sighed a little, yes... She was tiny even for an Apprentice. She would then look up as she neared the Gorge, and what should she see... But another cat... A lovely she-cat. She tilted her head a little as recognition shot through her, and the cat looked so sad... And upset? Well Morningpaw's normal, gentle, helpful nature kicked in and she would wander closer before speaking softly to her. "Larksong? What are you doing? Are you alright?"
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 17, 2010 11:01:40 GMT -5
Tumblestep nodded slowly in response to his words. "You're right... I want to make sure they're fed before all so we don't... Well so they stay strong and healthy..." She dipped her head slightly as she spoke, a shiver running through her small form. Tumblestep had been worried by all these dissapearances... Her beloved mentor had been one of such... They had all just assumed he went to live with StarClan... Oh how she hoped and prayed that was the case. (I think he did anyway... Lol been too long.) She sighed slightly. And yet her gentle eyes moved over Shrubwhisker, and then glanced back to the Warrior's den where she knew Rosethorn had been last. She couldn't lose these two as well... She wouldn't. She would smile warmly to Shrubwhisker as he too snapped out of his troubling thoughts, and she would raise her mood as well, her tail rising as a physical sign.
She smiled and nodded as she heard his words and felt joy rush into her paws. She loved hunting with Shrubwhisker, despite his consistant jabs about her loud paws... Though she hadn't been all that in tune with what was going on around her... Heck she didn't know if he still teased her regularly or not... But she smiled to him and nodded, watching as he grabbed the vole, and she would wander over closer to the Warrior's den so that they weren't eating right in front of the Fresh Kill pile. She would nod, her eyes warm as he pushed the prey toward her. She would then take a small bite from it and chew thoughtfully as she sat near him. "Alright. Sounds great. We'll bring in so much prey ThunderClan won't know what to do with it all..." She smiled and nodded, some of that Apprentice spirit seeping back into her words.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 17, 2010 10:54:32 GMT -5
Alright thanks Silver!
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 13, 2010 0:38:03 GMT -5
Snowpelt would continue to pull hard against Halfmask as she scrambled onto the ice. She shivered, her heart pounding in her chest. Snowpelt did not like water... Especially cold water, it just soaked her snowy pelt and made her cold for hours. She would nod and finally release Halfmask's scruff as she yowled out to her and all four of her paws were on the ice. Snowpelt would then move quickly with all the speed of a WindClan cat to the other side of the bank, which was now closer. One final leap brought the small she-cat to land all four paws on the solid ground of the bank. And she would stand there, head low, panting softly, before looking to her Clanmate.
"Halfmask... You alright?" She would look her over quietly, not sure what to look for if she weren't. Mainly she would look for any wounds the ice may have given her, if anything. She didn't yet see anything obvious, but she would shiver a bit and move over to her, beginning to lick her fur lightly. She knew she needed to be dried quickly before the cold froze the poor she-cat.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 13, 2010 0:33:24 GMT -5
A light giggle would come from Tumblestep as Shrubwhisker nudged her back. She would move to nuzzle him lightly, very glad to be around him. She tilted her head a little as she listened intently to his words, before wrinkling her nose just a little bit in distaste. She growled a little bit and shook her head some as if bothered by this. "I don't like it Shrubwhisker... What Duskstar is doing... It doesn't fit with the Warrior code at all... Everything we've been taught since we were little kits... And danget this sounds like something ShadowClan would try to pull... Not us..." She shook her head a little and sighed lightly. "Yea... I guess you're right... I mean Midnightstar was a wonderful Leader... She knew what she was doing, surely." She nodded and winced a little as if this didn't console her all that much, but she grinned a little as she heard his words, before shaking her head a little bit. "Actually not all that much... Have all the Elders already eaten?" She would tilt her head and look toward the Elder's den before looking to him again if he answered. "Want to share a piece? One of the voles I brought back was actually surprisingly plump for this time of year." She nodded and smiled a bit warmly to him.
If he agreed, or even if he didn't, she would wander toward the fresh kill pile with him... Though her thoughts would move away from the pair for the time being back to memories... She thought of this time last year... She was Solarwind's apprentice... Training with Shrubwhisker, Shrubpaw at that time, and Rosethorn... Solarwind... Dear Solarwind do you approve of this? You were so smart... So wonderful... How I wish you were here now... She shook her head slightly, a saddness in her eyes. She missed him... Oh how she missed him. Often times he seemed more of a father than her own, and her own was absolutely wonderful... She sighed, but finally looked to Shrubwhisker. One couldn't change the past, only continue into the future... So thus she would do. And she would grin and move over, looking over the pile. "I think we should go out again after we eat, what do you say? You alright with that after a bit of a rest?"
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 12, 2010 22:15:51 GMT -5
Account name/Display name: Wolfkitten High positions? Sharpstar- Leader of ShadowClan My characters;
Sharpstar ShadowClan tom Leader No Apprentice As often as possible
Snowpelt WindClan She-cat Warrior Mentors Loudpaw? As often as possible
Nightpaw ShadowClan she-cat Apprentice (Almost Warrior?) Marshflight is her mentor As often as possible.
Tumblestep ThunderClan She-cat Warrior No Apprentice As often as possible.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 12, 2010 4:09:35 GMT -5
Anyone mind if I take Morningpaw of RiverClan?
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 12, 2010 4:01:41 GMT -5
A tiredness dragged lightly at the young Warrior's paws. She, like the rest of her beloved Clan, had not eaten well since Leafbare started. And she wasn't about to take anything yet, before the rest of her Clan had eaten. She looked to the entrance of the Camp, seriously not wanting to go out again, but knowing that she should... The Clan still needed fed... It still needed lots more food. She shivered a little as she thought about this. There was such a thing as hunting the prey to extinction, and that wouldn't do either... Yet she didn't want her Clan to become extinct from lack of food either... She sighed slightly, so much on her mind at the moment.
Yet all these things evaporated as a familiar scent floated on the winds toward the pretty little tortoiseshell she-cat. She raised her nose, and looked around, until her glittering green eyes landed on the tom she had deemed her friend so many moons ago. Her tail thrashed just a little, and she felt lighter on her paws, as she closed the gap between them, smiling as she would instantly bury her nose gently against his shoulder, drawing in his scent and purring to him. She soon heard his admiring question and laid her ears back in embarrasement.
A light shake of that slender head would be given. "Not all of it... There were a couple mice there when I got to it..." She dipped her head humbly as she looked to him and smiled at his praise, before letting out another loud purr. "Thanks Shrubwhisker... The Clan needs fed, and I will certainly help as long as I am fit to do so." She would nod and smile, before nudging his shoulder playfully with her nose. "What have you been up to today?" She smiled as she watched his actions. She remembered him being a shy cat all his life up to this point, and yet with her he seemed different... Happier, more energetic... She liked him so much like this... Though she had to laugh quietly to herself when she saw him all shy around other cats. Now these two weren't born in the same families, and yet they might as well have been with how they bonded since early Apprenticehood, if not in the Nursery itself.
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