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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 11, 2010 14:36:47 GMT -5
The entrance to the Camp would rustle slightly before a smaller she-cat made her way through and into the quiet camp clearing. She smiled warmly as those gentle green eyes scanned her surroundings, checking out who was out and about, and who was currently out of camp. Hanging from her jaws were two voles, a mouse, and a starling. Her tail whipped back and forth in amazement at her catch... Prey was not plentiful, and she was not the best of huntresses, but she had brought back quite a share... StarClan was watching out for them indeed... Or were they...
Tumblestep's thoughts darted to the Gathering... And what Duskstar had said... His words frightened and upset her... She didn't know anyone from the other Clans and knew very well that they could be in trouble without more hunting grounds and everything, but what was with what he was doing... There should be four Clans in the forest always... She sighed slightly, shaking her head a bit. She had not stepped paw off ThunderClan territory to find this food, and nor would she... She moved over to drop her catch on the Fresh Kill pile and glance around the Camp once again. She hoped very strongly to run into Shrubwhisker, but didn't see him right off. She sighed lightly as she thought of him, smiling a little to herself before moving off toward the entrance to the Camp, maybe she would head out again... But she wasn't moving with much purpose, so catching her wouldn't be an issue if someone wished to.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 9, 2010 4:42:25 GMT -5
[Tumblestep] [Clumsy sums it up pretty well I think…]
[She-cat] [ThunderClan] [20 Moons] [Warrior]
____________[LOOKS]
Tumblestep is a beautiful small she-cat… She is sleek and thin, yet her muscles are toned and ready for the life of a forest cat. She didn’t look quite as small as she seemed, however, considering she still held quite the luscious coat of long fur. Her pelt was a Tortoiseshell in pattern, a white base with darker and lighter brown spots. Her paws, as they were when she was younger, were still far too big for her form, and though she had learned to cope with them decently, her clumsiness still coined her with the name she had been graced with… Her eyes glittered a bright green in color, and her bushy tail swayed behind her. This she-cat seemed to be in constant motion, something was always moving on her unless she made a conscious effort to stop it.
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Kind and helpful were the main descriptions of this young she-warrior. She is consistently hyper and joyful, her eyes shining with her positive emotions. It was insanely difficult to upset this young she-cat for long. She could often be seen bounding around the camp and lands like a kit… And yet when it was time to be serious, she could do so as well… Usually. She is a joy to the kits and the Apprentices of the Clan, and also to the Warriors and even Elders as well… Tumblestep loves to learn… She always had, and one would wonder if that would continue into her Elder time… Though that was still many many moons off. Tumblestep, though an annoyance at times, is well loved by her Clan, and serves them, and loves them back with all that is within her.
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Tumblestep had a reasonably normal life thus far… As a kit, she was born to a wonderfully loving and patient Queen… She was born and raised in ThunderClan. Even as a Kit, Tumblestep had been intensely helpful, or at least wanted to be… She was curious and hyper, but also had a heart for serving her Clan from a very young age…
She became an Apprentice at her six moon mark, and trained and learned well from her Mentor. She always had difficulties with feet that were fit for a cat at least twice her size… And yet with some help from a few odd cats that called themselves, SnakeClan, she began to learn to use them as tools rather than avoid the hindrances they seemed to consistently cause… She learned all she could, listening intently to any who would teach her and help her… It was also now that she formed close bonds with an Apprentice her age… He went by the name of Shrubpaw. She also befriended his mentor, Rosethorn (Forgive me if I have the wrong name please.). Tumblepaw was a sweet cat, thus she was kind to, and befriended, anyone who would return that kindness to her, and even some that wouldn’t.
Soon enough as she neared her twelve moon mark, she was tested for the last time, and given her Warrior name… She was fondly dubbed Tumblestep, for despite her work at using those huge paws for good, she was still unusually clumsy in step… Yet her clumsiness was often harnessed and made into interesting fighting styles, and the odd lessons from SnakeClan taught her to be swift in running… Now one would think she would be more suited to the plains of WindClan, and yet… She is of ThunderClan through and through. The first part of Tumblepaw’s Warrior life, she withdrew a bit for a time… And yet now, it seems she is fully back to her old self, kind, hyper, willing to help… Loving little Tumblestep…
____________[IC]
You guys know how I RP… But I will gladly give you a sample if you wish it.
____________[FAMILY]
Mother: Gentlebrook Father: Blackface Brother: Raggedpelt Sisters: Quickclaw, Restlessgaze, Browntail
(All family members are non-played cats… So if a name I have here is taken or wanted please let me know and I’ll change it.)
____________[PASSWORD]
Aurora (Even though this isn’t my first bio.)
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 7, 2010 22:26:45 GMT -5
Snowpelt would watch the other Warrior, her gaze scanning the water's edge quickly, watching as she scrambled at the edge o the ice. Snowpelt winced in sympathy as she cried out to her, and she would stretch out her neck, trying to get a hold on the soaked she-cat. "Come closer! I can't get you!" She watched as she scrabbled at the ice with her claws and tried to get a grip on her scruff.
She was oblivious to the cracks in the ice until she heard Halfmask's yowling. Snowpelt would lunge rapidly, feeling her teeth catch the back of Halfmask's neck, grasping her scruff and pulling hard, jerking back on her paws, scrambling back away from the cracking edge, hopefully dragging the soaked she-cat along with her. She would hold tight with her teeth, not about to let go. If the worst happened, she would be sliding into the water with Halfmask, but best case scenario, Snowpelt would be able to haul Halfmast out, and scramble backwards away from the treacherous ice with her. One could only hope she got so lucky.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 4, 2010 3:36:12 GMT -5
Halfmask wasn't the only one out hunting today. Heck it seemed like most of the Clan was out hunting. The Gathering had been quite upsetting, and the entire Clan was either making sure they were secure, or going out to bring in more prey to keep their Clan strong, or as strong as they could in this season. Well Snowpelt would wander silently through the lands, also heading for the Hidden Pond to see if she could manage to find any prety that had not dissapeared for hibernation. She was denied rather firmly today and it was bothering her considerably. She was having difficulty trying to feed her beloved Clan... She sighed slightly to herself as she wandered by the Hidden Pond. She heard the scuffling of a small vole, the same vole that Halfmask was tracking in fact... She would drop into her crouch, creeping up, paw by paw on the little creature ant the pond, until she and the small creature heard the lound crack at the pond. She furrowed her brows in confusion. Prey wasn't large enough to do that was it? Well the young but motherly she-cat would move quickly to the pond's edge, her eyes widening as she saw Halfmask in the freezing water. She recognized her imediately and called out to her. "Halfmask are you alright?" She would move quickly, testing the ice carefully, moving paw by paw. As she kept a slight distance from the hole, she found the ice held her, but she watched her Clanmate, ready to jump in to help her should she call out or seem to need it. There was no current, so if Halfmask could move her paws, she should be able to get out of that water. (Hiya! Hope you don't mind my jumping in here If this was saved for someone, I'll gladdly pull Snowpelt, but just thought I'd jump in if you're alright with it.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jan 2, 2010 11:20:17 GMT -5
Sharpstar had just been given the go ahead to leave the Medicine Cat's den this morning... He was weakened from his travels, but the herbs that Skyfire had given him and rubbed on his wounds were doing their job, strengthening him and healing him effectively. Now all he needed was rest. And that he could do in the Leader's... His den... A pang shot through him as even though a moon had passed, Echostar's fading scent still permeated the place. Her leadership had been short... Yet she had been a wonderful one to be sure... He sighed slightly, shaking his head a bit as his hulking form lay quietly in the den, resting his muscles, regaining his strength. Before he had gone to the den, he had taken some time to organize a few things... Making the entrance to their camp more secure, setting up a few extra patrols for the rotation, making sure there was hunting going on as well... But then he had landed himself in the Medicine Cat's den to hopefully recover from his ordeal. He had not yet told anyone of the travels, though he may in time.
Soon, however, he caught a new scent and felt the tensions darting through his Clan's camp like electrical currents. He jumped to his paws, wincing a little as he did. He was still sore apprently, but he would move quickly and quietly despite that, toward the mouth of his den. He scanned the camp quickly until he saw a small gathering of cats, including his Deputy, Marshflight, a Warrior of his, Stormcry, the stranger, and others milling about, bristling in confusion at this intrusion. Well soon enough he saw Marshfly start to move toward him with the strange she-cat.
His large form would be carried quickly toward him, his body neither relaxed nor bristling with hostility. He carried a proud stance, yet eyed her for a moment, no uncertainty in his eyes, and yet a willingness to hear her out. He wouldn't pass judgement quite yet, though for the safety of his Clan, he was wary. Many thoughts ran quickly through his mind. What if this was a spy of ThunderClan? She didn't have to hold their scents... He could see Duskstar recruiting cats from the Loner's and Rogue's if he could... And yet what if she wasn't... Well Sharpstar had heard a few of the words that were passed, and heard what she was doing here as she had declared it somewhat loudly, and yet he didn't have it all.
He would look to Marshflight, wanting to hear the whole story from him. "Marshflight. What is going on here?" There was no hessitation in his words, and no judgement quite yet either, it was a simple question to try to understand what was going on before he made a decision on how to react.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 31, 2009 15:54:58 GMT -5
Aww Whitefoot! I'm sorry to hear that! *Hugs* As Silver said, we're all here for you with whatever we can do to help. <3 you lots, hope things improve quickly for you.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 31, 2009 15:50:42 GMT -5
Sharpstar A warm smile was casted to Marshflight as he accepted what he said quite eagerly. He was glad for this... He was also glad he had waited this long to attempt to go get his nine lives and name. He wasn't sure how that worked, if the current leader was alive and well and had not retired in the eyes of StarClan... But he nodded gently to him, before a broad grin spread across his maw as he heard the familiar voice of his daughter, calling out Marshflight's name. He glanced down to meet her gaze, mildly surprised at the look in Nightpaw's eyes... Admiration yes... But there was something else... He glanced to Marshflight with some amusement. If there was something going on, he was sure he approved, and yet it still surprised him a little but how two cats could grow together in a time of need like this... The large dark tom would, indeed, wince as he hit the ground. not liking how pain jarred through him when he leapt off the great rock. And yet he would continue with his proud stature, glancing around at the other cats, almost daring them to start something... StarClan's will for the Gathering had been carried out... They could cover the moon if things got ugly. He looked to Marshflight as he spoke of him staying where he was. He wanted to protest, and yet he would stop, nodding in silence to him. He needed help, at least a small bit to stop some of the bleeding... The weakness he was feeling from bloodloss would not bode well if a fight broke out here... He watched the goings on for a moment as Marshflight moved to Warhawk, Skyfire, and Nightpaw to speak with them, when suddenly a familiar snowy she-cat moved up to him. He had to suppress his joy at seeing her, merely fixing her with a politely curious stare. Snowpelt The young white she-cat would glance to her Leader, before padding over to the hulking ShadowClan Leader. She would dip her head low in respect before her words would come smoothly from her. She too was fighting to keep down her kittish joy, which longed to have her bounce around him and nuzzle him in joy at seeing his return. Yet they had a well guarded secret to guard... They were sister and brother... The only two from their litter to survive... And yet that was a secret that only Nightpaw knew, to their knowledge... Concern was dominant in her eyes as she saw all his wounds and how he seemed to wince just slightly. These were things that many cats would miss, but she knew him well, despite being seperated most of their life. But she would raise her voice warmly to the large tom, keeping it friendly but respectful, trying to keep up appearances. "Sharpstar... It is a blessing to have you back in one piece... I hope I am not out of line for saying this, but WindClan welcomes you back..." She was being bold in saying this, as she was not the Leader, nor Deputy of her Clan... Yet she was highly loved and respected by most, if not all, of the Clan... She dipped her head low after she spoke. These words would likely ring true, considering WindClan would likely be lost if ShadowClan either was not as strong as it should be, or if they joined with Duskstar's plan... If ShadowClan did it, she wasn't entirely sure that WindClan wouldn't follow... Sharpstar Sharpstar would look to the Snowy she-cat as she spoke, before finally blinking in thanks, dipping his head slightly to her as well as he stood there tall and proud before her. Odd these two were... So different, and yet if one looked close enough, there might be a curious similarity between these opposite cats... If one could see the look in their eyes as they gazed upon eachother... One would likely wonder... But Sharpstar would quickly switch his gaze to one of polite gratitude toward another Clan's cat. "I thank you... I am glad to be back..." He longed to pounce the she-cat as he once would when they were kits, to lick her ears and neck, to share tongues with her and catch up on all happenings of her life... Yet now was not that time... That time might not come for quite a while. He was the Leader of his Clan... Afterall. Nightpaw Nightpaw would remain beside Warhawk, watching her quietly. She held no anger or upset in her eyes, merely worry for her Clanmate. She loved her Clanmates dearly and didn't wish to see them harmed or harming others if it could be helped... And at a Gathering, that was not an option... Yet soon she saw her calm down, and she nodded slightly, relaxing her position some, returning her gaze and attention to her beloved Mentor and father. Her chest swelled with pride, and as she watched them upon the rock, she nodded slowly. But soon enough they both came down. The wince did not go unnoticed by Nightpaw, and she would head quickly toward his side, and yet she paused as a snowy she-cat beat her there. A slight smile spread across her face and she would wander back to the gathered group in silence, gladdness spreading through her. She looked back to Marshflight as he stood beside Warhawk, admiration for all the cats involved, shining in her eyes, yet she would remain silent for the time being, listening quietly to Warhawk. She dipped her head slightly, but would merely watch what took place.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 31, 2009 3:02:04 GMT -5
Sharpstar The road had been long and hard this last moon... Sharpstar... A loyal and eager cat had met with StarClan and received some troubling news about things coming... And yet, as with very few things, Sharpstar's zeal outran his wisdom. And of course, he knew his Clan was in very capable paws with Marshflight... He berated himself for not being there to tell them that Marshflight was their Deputy... But he knew the cat was strong... Young, but strong. And he didn't feel that staying was an option at that point. He had to find out what StarClan was talking about... And yet his quest to find out, took him the wrong way. He didn't listen to StarClan nearly as much as he should have. He didn't get all the answers. He had failed in his self taken quest in his opinion... His trek had taken him to Twoleg place and beyond... And yet now he made his way quickly home. He had been gone nigh a full moon... It was now the next Gathering and he wasn't there... Well he had started this trek back a ways ago, but in the last few days, he had gotten waylaid by rogues... The latest encounter being one rather large battle of the large tom against a handfull of healthy rogues. Sharpstar was, indeed, finding his way home, and yet this night, of all nights, he found himself being drawn toward Fourtrees as if Starry paws themselves lead him there. He was beat up, bleeding and weak. Amazingly he had not lost so much as a life, but he was drained, his paws dragging, blood being lost from far too many cuts and wounds from battle, but the proud tom would find himself on the edge of the hollow. He would stop as he heard Duskstar speaking, taking a time to rest a small bit before he made himself known. His eyes would narrow as he listened to Duskstar's proposition... That sounded like something that might would have come out of ShadowClan at some time... Certainly not some time during his leadership, and most certainly not something that would, or should, come out of ThunderClan... A slight laugh rang out in his mind... How ironic... He was about to step out and make his presence known when he heard the yowls of fury, the loudest coming from his beloved Clanmates... Warhawk... He nodded, in admiration, but kept his place. Yet when she lunged at him, he tensed, ready to move in, though the bloodloss and weakness wouldn't let him get far with that idea. And yet as he thought about it, a familiar ebon shape would make it's way in front of Warhawk... Nightpaw... He would tense up as he saw the somewhat large shape of his beloved daughter moving to help contain her Clanmate. "That's my girl..." He murmered softly. After that outburst, things calmed slightly, and Riverstar gave her announcement. Sharpstar wrinkled his lip in distaste, such a small announcement... Really announcing nothing at all... Well he shrugged it off, finding himself pacing just a little, still out of sight, but he paused as the familiar voice of Marshflight lifted to his perked ears. He listened proudly as the one he chose to become his Deputy spoke boldly to all the Clans. He spoke of his disapearance and nodded, smiling slightly. He had disapeared... And for that he was appologetic... But now he was back, and as soon as Marshflight would finish, and Duskstar would speak back to him, he would growl slightly before drawing himself up to his full, impressive height and stalk down toward the gathering of cats. His wounds were obvious, but he wasn't about to let them show he was weakened from his moon of constant traveling. His voice boomed out to his Clanmates, his eerie yellow gaze sweeping the hollow. "I appologize for my absence... To the entire Gathering, but especially to my Clanmates... StarClan has shown me a few troubling things that I shall not share here. But know I am very much alive and well as you see here." He nodded to himself, rising up, his eyes raising to meet Duskstar's in a challenging fashion, his eyes narrowing just slightly. "But I must back up my Deputy's words Duskstar... It has always been four Clans in this forest... Four Clans under StarClan themselves... And as long as ShadowClan can defend their lands, there will be no compromising of this law from us. If ThunderClan or RiverClan are seen on our lands, they will be dealt with in the manner to which they are accustomed." He narrowed his eyes in a near threat, his words remaining respectful, but an underlying threat. He would look back to Marshflight, and dip his head slightly. "I thank you Marshflight... I appologize for my departure..." He would soon move to the Leaders rock and tense his muscles before springing to the rock. He looked warmly to Marshflight. He wasn't sure about this, but he felt this needed to be done. "If I may detain you all a moment longer... Marshflight has not received what is due him... He is a wonderful cat... He has served his Clan well and is sure to do so for many many more moons to come... My Leadership was interrupted by... Situations beyond anyone's control... So now... In front of all the cats of the Clans, and beneath StarClan themselves... I pray that StarClan would hear me and approve my choice..." He would use the age old words that he knew in this naming ceremony, changing a few things a bit to match the situation. "Marshflight is to be the new Deputy of ShadowClan." He would nod to his Deputy and friend, smiling warmly before moving so close to him even the other Leaders wouldn't hear him. "I know it's a step down from Leader, but I hope you will still be alright with this..." He murmered ever so softly before looking proudly to the other Clans. "And now I call this meeting over." With that he would jump down from the rock, wincing a little bit as he hit. Indeed there was shock in the area, but Sharpstar seemed slightly oblivious to it all, he winced as he hit the ground, his leg buckling a little, but he would resume his posture quickly, glancing around him at the other cats around him. Snowpelt Shock was the dominant emotion in the young snowy she-cat's heart. She watched what went on with wide eyes... The decension in the Clans... She shuddered a little, but looked to Spicestar for his reactions to all this... It couldn't be good... He couldn't agree to this... And yet she perked her ears forward as she heard Marshflight's speech. She smiled proudly. If her brother truly was gone... He would make a wonderful Leader... Young and inexperienced, but he loved his Clan and was loyal... And yet a deep sadness tore through her as she heard him speak of Sharpstar's disappearance. Yet a nod of approval would come, her heart swelling as Marshflight told Duskstar that ShadowClan would not bow to his wishes... Not in so many words, but he would tell him that they were not for that... Hope sprang in her mind... Perhaps WindClan could do the same... They were growing stronger... Perhaps they could ally with ShadowClan... Not share lands or anything ridiculous like that... But ally... She shook her head slightly. These were issues for the Leaders and Deputys to decide on... Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when Marshflight's attention was pulled to the outskirts of the hollow. Snowpelt would look over, her eyes widening in awe at what she saw. "Sharpstar..." She breathed softly as she watched his hulking frame come into the hollow, his warm voice booming through the area. Her tail snapped in surprise, her whole form rigid as she listened to him, speaking as if nothing were tense or wrong. She grinned proudly as she heard him speak of the fact that ShadowClan wouldn't go along with it... And if it was said by him... It was law. She longed to run up to him and lick his wounds quite motherly, but she kept her place, watching him in silence, smiling warmly in surprise at his bold, but exciting declaration and announcement of his Deputy at a Gathering. She'd never heard of that being done at a Gathering before, yet there wasn't anything wrong with it she supposed... And it was a wonderful bit of news for ShadowClan to be able to share there at the Gathering. She would smile warmly, watching her brother, pride and joy swelling in her heart and mind. He wasn't dead... He was alive and... Well somewhat well... Nightpaw Nightpaw managed to keep her temper under control... But only just... Duskstar was pushing her last nerve, and she would hiss, casting her glance between her Clanmate and the Leader's rock. Yet her gaze would soften as she saw Marshflight, and watched him move to take his spot, taking his turn to speak. Her heart thudded hard inside her chest, but she would finally relax as Warhawk looked to be somewhat sedated, hopefully... If nothing else, their medicine cat, Skyfire, had her by the scruff. Nightpaw was ready to help again if necessary, but she would listen intently to her Clanmate. She nodded in approval as he spoke of rejecting Duskstar's ideals, and yet that thought was cut short as she saw shock in Marshflight's eyes. She followed his gaze, and gasped as she saw a hulking dark shape moving through the trees, and finally into the moonlit hollow. She gasped slightly, her eyes widening. "Dad...?" She blinked, unable to believe her eyes. It couldn't be... Could it? And if it was... Why was he all banged up like that... She shivered a bit, longing to run up and press her nose into his fur and make sure it was truly him... And that this wasn't all some dream... She purred slightly as she watched him and listened to his words. Pride swelled in her chest, though surprise also hit her mind. What was her dad doing... Naming his Deputy at a Gathering? Well... These weren't exactly normal times... So... What else was she to do? She would react as a ShadowClanner should in this situation. "Marshflight! Marshflight! Marshflight!" She would begin chanting his name out loud, cheering for him alone if she must.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 29, 2009 19:43:51 GMT -5
Snowpelt~
Snowpelt would have long since moved back to the gathering of cats after hearing the terrible news from her young niece... She sighed slightly as she would seat herself near the rock. She gazed up at Spicestar in silence. The young she-cat had become intensely loyal to their newest leader in such a short time, and yet the news of her brother hit her sideways, causing her to be distracted and confused. She sighed slightly to herself and would listen intently as Spicestar was bullied into going first as usual. Poor thing... Well she would listen to his account, nodding slowly as he spoke, before listening to Duskstar next. His words caused her hackles to raise slightly in an eeriee dislike of what he had to say. She longed to speak to Spicestar of this matter. She was torn with this, not knowing how to react... On the one hand, that could help to make her Clan safer... On the other it could cause some huge problems... ThunderClan could be plotting to take over the forest... And as she heard the tom speak, that is what it felt like he was trying to do... With Riverstar as well? This confused her greatly, yet she remained silent, despite the yowls of agreement and the yowls of protest. She didn't even flick an ear when Warhawk began to come unglued.
Nightpaw~
Nightpaw's heart was heavy after she delivered the news to Snowpelt, but she would move into the throng of cats, watching and listening intently. She heard Marshflight... Her beloved standing in leader... Address the Clans and request the last spot to speak. She tensed up a little as she heard this, but would nod, tensing up all the more as she heard the voice of Riverstar. Somehow that smaller she-cat unnerved her, making her very leery of her. Yet she kept her place and listened intently. Soon enough Spicestar stood to speak, seeming disgruntled about having to go first, all seemed well with WindClan, which made her smile saddly. Her father would have been glad to hear that... Yet then Duskstar spoke... His speech was stirring and exciting, the idea brought yowls of both approval and rejection. Nightpaw's voice rose as well with a hiss of anger. "No way! ShadowClan will never join with the likes of you!" She suddenly fell silent, wincing a little. It was no place for an Apprentice to be speaking, and yet she was large for an Apprentice, easy to mistake for a Warrior? Well her attention was soon pulled off that thought and onto a beloved Clanmate. She heard angry yowlings from Warhawk rise with her own... Then the she-cat looked mad enough to run up there and tear up the Leader. Well the large Apprentice would move rapidly with a few more of her Clanmates, placing her large form in front of Warhawk. "Peace Warhawk!" She said simply, watching her with those cold eyes. "Not here..." She murmered.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 21, 2009 16:03:27 GMT -5
Blast that kit escaped again.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 12, 2009 1:40:21 GMT -5
I am never trusting her again... She said it was a carnival ride and would be fun... I wondered why there were clothes inside...
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 10, 2009 13:51:40 GMT -5
What're you looking at... This isn't what it looks like.
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 9, 2009 20:39:05 GMT -5
Nightpaw wanted nothing less than for Marshflight to know that she was behind him and would back him up one hundred and ten percent. Her father trusted in him, so she too would follow her father’s model. Her father trusted him enough to make him Deputy and to give her to him as her Mentor, and at first that was good enough for her, that was until she realized for herself how great a cat he truly was. If all this went down badly, he would surely lead the Clan just fine and have a strong Clan at his back. Nightpaw padded after Marshflight in silence after she made her plea, just knowing it was what her father would want. She sighed slightly as she tried to keep those thoughts at bay. Her father was not gone… He was not. He couldn’t be… She had a feeling, though passed it off as just that… A feeling. But somehow she just knew he couldn’t be gone forever… Soon enough she received the go ahead from Marshflight to go and find and tell this snowy she-cat that Nightpaw had only heard of. She wasn’t even sure she could find her in the seething throng of cats, but she would try… She just knew that if her father was gone, he wouldn’t want his beloved sister to be blindsided. She looked to Marshflight, a gentleness in her eyes as he asked if he should come with her. She looked away, bothered. She was torn between whether her father would want any of the rest of his Clan to know, or whether this would have to be a secret kept just between them. She wasn’t about to snap at Marshflight, instead she kept her tail tip upon his flank before moving to boldly nuzzle him gently. “I would love you to come Marshflight, but I think I need to do this alone…” She nodded slightly to him and nudged his shoulder gently just before he wandered away from her. She was thankful he seemed to trust her to the point where he didn’t so much as challenge her motives, words, or wishes. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as she thought about this… The trust and bond built between Mentor and Apprentice over the short moon.Nightpaw would soon trot off to find the she-cat she had heard her father speak of so often. Snowpelt… He spoke of her beautiful snowy fur and her gentle shimmering blue eyes… Which could hold the gentleness of a lake, the playfulness of a bubbling brook, or the fierce torrent of a raging ocean… Such an amazing cat he spoke of was his WindClan sister… She sighed slightly and soon saw a white she-cat alone and would survey her silently. Could this be the one… She had seen her mingling with a few other tiny cats, she being absolutely petite herself, and lean as if she lived on the open moors. She didn’t know the scents all that well yet, but she was getting familiar with them. Finally Nightpaw decided this must be it, and casted a glance up at the rock where the Leaders had gathered, hoping they weren’t ready to start yet. She would bound up to the lone she-cat and mew softly to her. “Exscuse me... Are you Snowpelt of WindClan?” She felt odd asking this, but somehow she felt this must be her.Snowpelt’s Clan had wandered off to go off to their own devices, and Snowpelt would stay where she was as she watched silently for Sharpstar. She longed to find him and speak with him, and yet she wasn’t seeing him, despite having seen the Clan file in. She sighed slightly and continued to search through the hollow for her huge beloved brother, and yet soon she saw a large Apprentice making her way toward her. Her scent was light as if she hadn’t been in her home long, but it smelled undeniably of ShadowClan. And something was odd about this one… She looked so much like her beloved brother… She tensed up and watched as she approached her directly. She offered a small but shaky smile as she asked if she was who she was. She would nod slowly. “Yes… I am she. Who are you?” Nightpaw tensed up a little as Snowpelt did, but as she heard her affirm who she was, she would dip her head slightly. “I’m Nightpaw… Could you follow me? I… I need to tell you something… I don’t want you to be surprised by it…”Snowpelt looked to her, slightly surprised, though as she gave her name, her eyes widened. “Nightpaw… Sharpstar’s daughter…?” She looked to her in questioning, but then would nod slightly. “Yes I will follow you…” She would move with Nightpaw off away from some of the others for the moment. “What is it Nightpaw…”Nightpaw looked to Snowpelt as they moved off together and she finally sat, and fixed the small she-cat with a careful gaze. “Snowpelt… I didn’t want you to be caught off guard by this…” She spoke absolutely softly so that only Snowpelt could hear her. (No listening in! ) “Sharpstar… He’s not here…” She glanced off for a moment, tenseness in her muscles. She watched her carefully. “He… Never came back from meeting with StarClan…” She glanced down then looked back to her away. “We… Don’t know where he went…”Snowpelt looked to Nightpaw, listening intently to her words and she tensed up, her eyes blinking a few times. She shook her head slightly, shock taking over her frame. “He… Never came back…” She didn’t understand how this could happen, but she wouldn’t say a lot for a whole few minutes. But finally she would look to Nightpaw and dip her head slightly. “Thank you Nightpaw… Thank you for telling me like this. I don’t know how I would have reacted hearing it from your next in line Leader…”Nightpaw nodded slightly. “You’re welcome Snowpelt… I’m sorry… I understand how you’re feeling I think… But… There’s still hope. I-I feel… I don’t know. It’s silly but I feel as if he’s going to come back… I don’t know how… But I feel he will very strongly… We can only hope…” She would move to nuzzle against Snowpelt’s shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t react badly.Snowpelt tensed up as the ShadowClan apprentice moved close to her, but she would nuzzle against her right back in response. “I know you do… He was your father love…” She nodded slightly, uncertainty and a deep sadness in her eyes. Yet she would nod slowly as she heard Nightpaw’s words of comfort. “Everything will turn out alright somehow…” She nodded and would draw a deep breath, forcing a smile into place. “Well we’d better head back out or they’ll think we’re plotting the other Clan’s demise…” She managed a slight smile.Nightpaw would nod slowly to her, offering a tiny smile to her. She would then nod again and rise to her feet again and move toward the cats again. “Thank you for understanding Snowpelt. But Marshflight asks that this not move past us… He doesn’t want anyone else to know about this until he announces it.Snowpelt nodded slightly. “I understand. I won’t tell anyone here. Again thank you…” She would rise as well and make her way back into the group of cats, breaking away from Nightpaw, who moved right to the leader rock, sitting silently at the foot of it. She didn’t want to go find a group of Apprentices to talk with at the moment… She simply longed to stay quiet and think for the time being. So she would. Snowpelt moved off to find someone to talk to, or to just wander the hollow listening to tidbits of conversation.(Looooooooooong post! Sorry guys!)
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 9, 2009 16:33:00 GMT -5
Caption: Aha!! I found you! Now give me back mah cookies!
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Post by wolfkitten on Dec 8, 2009 20:08:53 GMT -5
Nightpaw moved with a dutiful swiftness after her Clan. She ran more toward the front and to the right of her beloved Mentor. She looked to Marshflight, feeling the tenseness in him. She would move slightly to come alongside him, slightly back, and lay her tail lightly over his flank in a comforting manner. It had been strange this moon. The relationship that had been building between Nightpaw and Marshflight could go any number of ways... Progress, or not... They had grown so close in a moon... Nightpaw really didn't respect many cats, feeling very few were truly worthy of such respect... But Marshflight, like her father, had earned it effortlessly.
Nightpaw would skid to a hault at the top of the rise with the rest of her Clan, standing beside Marshflight. She heard the tenseness, and felt it rolling off him in waves. She would look up to him, leaving her tail lightly upon his flank, trying hard to comfort him. Odd with the intense feelings coursing through her as well. She was terrified and frusterated, and deeply saddened all at the same time. And yet she wanted nothing more than to comfort him...
Nightpaw nodded slowly as she heard his words. Remain quiet about Sharpstar. She wouldn't want to talk about him anyway... She couldn't... And yet she suddenly froze. She bit her lip slightly and looked to Marshflight, worry in her eyes. She suddenly remembered Snowpelt... Sharpfang had let it slip about her while they were with the Twolegs... She glanced off as she thought about it. She didn't know who Snowpelt was but she felt she deserved to know. As they ran, Nightpaw would lean close to Marshflight, running in step with him, speaking lowly to him. "Marshflight... I have someone who needs to know... She cannot be surprised by this... Please Marshflight can you trust me to take one cat aside and tell her... Shocking her would be terrible for her..." She bit her lip slightly, not wanting to let too much go, but she simply hoped Marshflight could trust her with this. She looked to him meaningfully as she would speak so lowly as she ran at his side. Now she wasn't sure she'd be able to find the snowy cat, but she remembered Sharpstar's words to her about his sister. The lovely Snowpelt. "She won't tell anyone I know... Sharpstar would want this and he trusts her..." She shook her head and tried hard to stop talking. She was torn between loyalty to Marhsflight and to her father as well. But now as they pounded down into the seething mass of cats, she would await even the curtest answer.
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