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Post by ♫ admin on Aug 13, 2007 22:28:15 GMT 9
Wildstar padded out of her den and into the large, flat clearing. The wind tugged at her matted, orange-and-brown patched fur, sending a few pebbles and small bits of twig scattering off of her. She padded confidently around her camp, observing the cats in the clearing, watching their activities. Most cats were still sleeping, as it was barley sunhigh, but the few cats that were up she watched with friendly, narrowed eyes. She would send out a hunting and border patrol--but not now. She'd wait until more cats were up.
Satisfied with what she saw within the camp, she bounded back to her den to sit in front of it, her thick, tough pads, perfect for walking on the sharp, jagged stones of JaggedClan carring her back toward the mouth of the shallow cave. She sat down, and began to give herself a thurough cleaning then, raking her tonge through her matted, snow-packed and icy fur. Realizing for the millionth time that it was no use trying to clean the debris out of her long bedraggled fur, she got up, giving her pelt a little shake that loosened a few pebbles and twigs from her fur, and bounded onto a huge, cold boulder in the center of the camp. The boulder was usually used to hold meetings, but she had no intention of doing so. Instead, she wanted to watch her clan's activities as the day started, and she settled down on the boulder, her bright amber eyes scanning the camp below as warriors and apprentices began exiting their dens.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 6, 2007 17:05:44 GMT 9
Suddenly, Bonepaw came barreling out of the apprentice den, mewing loudly and skidding to a halt in the middle of the camp. "G'MORNING!" She yowled, leaping about like a crazy fox, bent on catching a strange, skittering bug. She couldn't explain it, but the mornings always brought hyper into her system, and a burning flame into her normally soft, lavender eyes. She purred in excitement at the possibilities of the day, like getting an official mentor, for instance. Currently, Wildstar was giving three cats apprentice responsibilities at once, and only training her official apprentice, and Bonepaw's sister, Pepperpaw. But the three apprentices of the clan were well past the age to be kits, and so, were given their apprentice names and tasks, despite having no cats to train them. She began rolling around on the stone ground, for no particular reason, and ended up on her back, belly facing the sky, sighing in contentment as small snowflakes fluttered down onto her sensitive underbelly.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 7, 2007 1:47:50 GMT 9
Ashpaw padded out of the apprentice den after Bonepaw, his grey fur rippled, rich black spots peppering his coat. His brilliant, stormy grey eyes flashed like lightning as his head held high gave the impression of one who cared quite alot about his reputation - good or bad. As Ashpaw gazed at the JaggedClan leader, he remembered the story of how he had come to the clan, though not many knew it. He had arrived, that frosty leaf bare, his mother, a loner, who's name was unknown, had died soon after she collapsed on JaggedClan territory. Leaving Ashpaw. He had always felt a little different, however, no one acted like he was. Ashpaw tried his best at building his knowledge, and was rather crisp and grudging sometimes, but that didn't make him any less of a respectable JaggedClan apprentice.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 7, 2007 16:45:59 GMT 9
Wildstar gazed down fondly at the two apprentices that were now padding around the camp. Finally, some cats are up, she thought, her tail flicking in impatience. There was so much to do as leaf bare came fast. Glancing up at the sky, she saw that it was shrouded in a thick mass of heavy grey clouds. Looking back at the apprentices below, she couldn't help but wonder what--and why--so many abandoned cats had showed up on JaggedClan territory. She couldn't help but wonder if rogues and londers wandered onto territories all the time, moving their kits about, and JaggedClan's rocky terrian was just too hard for them to pass, and they died in the process of trying to protect ther kits. If this was the case, though, she was glad that it was, because she loved all the cats in her clan. Her eyes narrowed in contentment as she watched the apprentices below move about. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hearing someone emerge from the den behind her, Bonepaw leaped up to face them, and her ears flicked in joy. It was Ashpaw. "GOOOD MORNING, ASHPAW!" she mewed, pouncing on him and batting him with a soft paw on the ear. "WHATCHA WANNA DO TODAY?" she then began bouncing around him in circles, tail fluttering wildly the whole time. She had no pride. That was okay. She was too excited to care, she was so bursting with energy she felt she could explode, and her soft lavender eyes glittered with excitement as a sudden biting wind caressed her white and black speckled fur. A shiver went through her body, but she didn't care, just kept bouncing tirelessly.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 7, 2007 22:52:42 GMT 9
Ashpaw grinned fondly at Bonepaw, he wasn't crisp and solemn all the time, hey, he was only a cat. "I'm going hunting." He replied proudly, tail thrashing about behind him as his dark black spots seemed to spill across his coat like inky black puddles of water. "You?" He enquired, slightly more cheerfully.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 7, 2007 23:05:45 GMT 9
Bonepaw stopped bouncing for a moment, then mewed, "Well, I dunno what I'm gonna do today..." then, her eyes filled with excitement, and she began springing about again. "OOH! How 'bout I go with you hunting! C'mon, Ashpaw, it'll be fun! I won't be loud! I won't scare away any prey this time!" Then she sprang down onto her haunches, belly brushing the smooth, stone ground, and began scurrying in frenzied circles, not making a sound, "I'll be a silent, skillful hunter! Getting ready for the...POUNCE!" Once again, she sprang at Ashpaw, this time, pinning the tom to the grownd and giving his ear a teasing bite before tubling off of him and rolling around on the ground. Cats thought she was kit-like. Immature. But how could a cat NOT have this much energy, she thought. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Wildstar had been listening to the apprentice's conversations, and a purr swelled in her throat at the sight of Bonepaw's enthusiasm. Just like me when I was her age, she thought fondly, then, flicking her ears in amusement, pretty close to how I am now. A mrrow of amusement bubbled in her throat, and she stood up, padding down the rock, to face the two apprentices. "If you two are going hunting, be sure to be back before sunhigh." She mewed. "And look out for me and Pepperpaw later--I'll probably go train her by the area of high stones, and we may do some hunting there." She then flicked her tail in dismissal, purring as she indicated that the two cats could be on their way. They'd make fine warriors, she thought.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 8, 2007 16:01:40 GMT 9
Ashpaw snarled playfully and lowered himself in a hunting crouch. "We'll be back by then, Wildstar." He mewed crisply, though the sparkle of play danced in his voice and eyes. With a challenging glance at Bonepaw, the tom skidded off, scenting obsessively for prey. He felt like bounding up, Bonepaw's enthusiasm was practically catching, but the grey and black-spotted apprentice managed to concentrate on his task of prey hunting.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 8, 2007 16:58:24 GMT 9
Suddenly, Bonepaw was racing past Ashpaw so fast he probably didn't even know what hit him, she thought. Racing up the slope that left the JaggedClan camp, Bonepaw yowled. "RACE YOU TO THE HUNTING PLACE! LAST ONE THERE IS FOX DUNG!" and suddenly, she was racing as fast as her long, flexible limbs could carry her, up the slope and around the corner.
[Meet me in the territory board :3]
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 9, 2007 19:34:08 GMT 9
[Continued from territory board] Bonepaw lanced into camp, hearing the small splotches of blood trickling from her wounds smacking against the stone as she carried the large falcon with Ashpaw. Feebly, she made her way to the fresh kill pile, setting down the bird, and wincing as she felt a sting in the cut on her shoulder, before padding over to the entrance to the apprentice den and raking her rough tongue over her wounds. She didn't want to bother the medicine cat with her idiocy, and she was sure the cuts would heal well enough, even without all the fancy herbs and cobwebs. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her sister Pepperpaw glaring at her, but before she could meet her sister's intense lavender gaze, she had already whipped around and was darting out of the camp, presumably after her mentor. Bonepaw sighed, and continued to clean her wounds, frustration bubbling in her chest. Sometimes, Pepperpaw can be so difficult, she thought frustratedly, giving her shoulder wound another unusually violent lick.
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Post by swiftclaw on Sept 9, 2007 23:34:55 GMT 9
Brambleberry had been siting in her den sorting herbs, when a faint smell of blood came from their clearing. She could tell it was not from a peas of fresh kill. Bye the smell of it it was a fresh cut to. She got up and strolled out to find who had the cut, and the smell led her right to the apprentices den. By this time she could tell who had the cut, her anger and frustration, that they had not come to her in the first place, shown on her usually sweet face. "Bonepaw get out her and let me she that cut right now!" she yowled.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 10, 2007 0:50:27 GMT 9
Ashpaw entered the camp after Bonepaw, his bruises ached slightly, and the cuts that the jagged rocks had given him stung. He didn't need help, injuries were to be expected in clan life. Anyway, he doubted the medicine cat would find the miniscule wounds through his thick grey fur.
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 10, 2007 17:02:08 GMT 9
[[ooc;; swiftclaw, just a note, watch the spelling ^^ it might pay to just go back and look it over before you post. I mean, I suck at spelling, but spelling "piece" "peas" is the type of thing you should look out for :3]]
Bonepaw limped over to Brambleberry, feeling bad. Now she would be wasting valuable resources on cuts from her own foolishness. She remembered the rage on her sister's face, and realized she had the right to be so angry. Bonepaw was immature and irrisponsible, but what could she say? It was just a part of who she was. Padding over to the medicine cat, she flinched as her cut suddenly stung. "It's nothing, really, Brambleberry" she mewed, discouraged, "It's just a few cuts..." she then gave her wound a hasty lick.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 11, 2007 3:28:08 GMT 9
Ashpaw sat at the edge of camp, watching Bonepaw as the medicine cat called to her. Pride forgotten, he hoped she was alright, he was extremely fond of the apprentice, and would hate for her to be hurt. [OOC:What do Exalt and Smite mean? The buttons under our info...]
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Post by ♫ admin on Sept 11, 2007 16:40:30 GMT 9
[[ooc;; they just add and subtract the "karma" stuff. Exalt gives someone one point of Karma, and Smite takes one away. As for what the Karma's for, I'm not sure o__O]]
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Post by Incognito on Sept 12, 2007 4:38:35 GMT 9
((Thanks. ^^))
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