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Post by .}{EXXI. on Oct 7, 2007 17:43:31 GMT 9
Ghoststorm stood back as Raindance dug the kits out, moving forward to lick the blood from thier matted fur as he did so. The silver tabby sent a silent prayer to StarClan, asking them to look after the kits who had barely even known the light of life. He then helped dig twin graves for the tiny bodies and lifted the one that might have been ginger into one himself. He was glad Raindance was here though, she knew what to do. Still, even she seemed quite shaken and he was both surprised and deeply concerned to see her eyes cloud with tears. "Perhaps we ought to leave them here. Their mother probably shouldn't see them like this." He meowed softly, standing listlessly beside the graves before catching up with Raindance and heading home.
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Post by Incognito on Oct 13, 2007 1:29:55 GMT 9
Tarsen smiled at Tizzy as they made their way over the border. Everything felt unreal, in the space of a few sun's his life had changed. Completely. The tom's amber eyes were glazed, yet strangely alert, ready to swing round and fight anyone or anything that would shatter what had happened in the past while.
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 13, 2007 17:26:25 GMT 9
Tizzy loped along next to Tarsen, taking deep breaths, as if the more of the scent and air she took in, the more this place would stay with her for the rest of her life. She didn't want too many memories to fade away. She at least wanted to remember what it was like to be here. Walking along, she stared curiously at a mess of ruined snow. Here, the air smelled of death. The snow was stained reddish in some places. The parts that were white were scattered, disrupted, as if there had been a fight here, or something had been built out of snow and been destroyed. It certainly was an odd scene. "What do you suppose that is, Tarsen?" she mewed, flicking her tail towards the disrupted snow.
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Post by Shadow on Oct 13, 2007 18:51:11 GMT 9
Activity Check: The Jabberwocky ate my house![/color]
The fallen snow landed with a thud, that echoed all around the surrounding forest. The dusty sun was climbing in the sky, and the forest was filled with an eerie, yellow light that seemed to reverberate off the slender pine trees, sparse among the harsh landscape.
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Post by Incognito on Oct 13, 2007 21:24:18 GMT 9
Tarsen glanced at the morbid red blotches around them, he didn't need to be a genius to realise what it was when the scent touched his nose. "Blood." He replied. "I think anyway. Maybe SnowClan has been in a fight?"
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 14, 2007 10:41:26 GMT 9
Tizzy nodded, and wondered who with. The evidence certainly was convincing of a fight--the bloodstained snow, the disrupted mounds of white, fluffy powder. Shivering at the thought of such a battle, she continued heading towards the PineClan border, padding away from the mess of snow and ice. "I'm glad we didn't join TalonClan," she mewed quietly, "because if we did, we might've gotten into a battle. Clans do it all the time and...I don't want to be in that sort of danger," she hadn't even learned to fight properly, and she had a feeling that to be in a clan, you'd have to be able to defend your clanmates with claw and tooth.
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Post by Incognito on Oct 14, 2007 20:02:49 GMT 9
Tarsen nodded. "I don't see why they can't help each other. Become one clan. Or maybe no clan at all and simply roam the forest how they choose." He paused. "It would probably be alot simpler than having to defend a whole clan. And even if some are good fighters, death is commoner than it should be between the clans."
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 16, 2007 21:05:12 GMT 9
Tizzy nodded in eager agreement as the neared the place where the pines began to appear. "Yes, I agree!" she mewed excitedly, "That was the only thing that didn't appeal to me about clan life--the constant fighting. The clan rivalry. Why can't they just be friends and work things out?" So StarClan had said there must be four clans. StarClan had never said they had to be enemies. All it took was word and thought, not tooth and claw, to settle an argument. "Is it just me, or does Swallow seem a bit...violent?" she mewed as she padded past a sickly-looking pine tree. [[ooc;;PineClan territory?]]
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Post by Incognito on Oct 17, 2007 4:37:37 GMT 9
[[Sure!]]
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Post by ♫ admin on Oct 24, 2007 20:02:01 GMT 9
Squinting as soft, cool flakes of snow hit her face, Raindance slunk about on the mountain, soundlessly. Prey was scarce as it was, she didn't want to scare anything away. Noticing a tiny bird, she bunched her muslces, then sprang on it. It was weak and slow as it was, and didn't even attempt to put up any sort of a fight as she swiped her jaws through its neck. She didn't feel its muscles go limp, and she assumed they already were. Eyes hardening in concern, she slipped it under a mound of snow, and then remembered the kits she had found on the territory. Giving a shudder, she turned the other way, preferring not to return to the area, and came across two mice, just as scrawny and weak as the bird had been, and killed them easily, laying a lump of snow over them. She stayed out for much longer, but saw no further life on the mountain, though she did catch an odd scent near the border. Hissing, she realized that two cats had passed through the area not long ago, and realized this was something she should alert Moonstar about. Giving up the hunt, she returned for the bird and mice, and trudged up the rocky mountain, back to camp.
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Post by Incognito on Oct 24, 2007 23:44:54 GMT 9
Mosspaw winced as he reflected how lucky he was, some cats had suffered in that battle, some had almost lost their lives, and he could have too. Yet there he stood. Alive.
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Post by Incognito on Oct 26, 2007 3:29:25 GMT 9
Mosspaw crouched, creeping around the cave, then a scent wafted over to him, hare. He darely believed his luck, if the hare was of large build yet scrawny, it may fill two cats who needed little food. The creature came into view, it fur scratchy and body slim, its ribs visible as skin streched over it. Mosspaw was glad for the fact that his scent was drifting away from his prey. Tensing his silvery-grey limbs, Mosspaw prepared to pounce, remembering when Moonstar had taught him to hunt. With that, the apprentice thrust his muscles up and he hurtled at the hare, so fast its chances were nill. He collided with it, the creature lay stunned, as he killed it, then padded proudly back to camp, prey clamped between his jaws.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Oct 31, 2007 1:18:39 GMT 9
Slinking out of the warm cave, Ghoststorm supressed a shiver at the sudden cold with practised ease. As with the majority of the other SnowClan cats, his silvery pelt was home to very long, thick hair which helped him stand the cold. He was certainly thankful for it now. The tom's piercing yellow orbs scanned the harsh landscape, eyes narrowed against the swift-falling snow. Then he turned his head back toward the cave and waited for Clearpelt to emerge.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Nov 3, 2007 20:54:08 GMT 9
Ghoststorm's pads began to freeze as he waited so he shook them off and stated the hunt without Clearpelt, slightly irked that she had lingered inside for so long. She would just have to catch him up, or else go hunting on her own when she did come out. Maybe she'd changed her mind and decided to stay in the warmth of the cave. Ghoststorm couldn't really blame her for that - it was freezing out here in the middle of the night.
Hunkering down until his belly lightly brushed to clear white snow, Ghoststorm slunk in between the randomly-scattered rocks that dotted the territory, eyes forever scanning the area. Back and forth, near and far, his yellow orbs jumped from spot to spot in their sweeping of the territory and a prickle of worry came to him. He had been out for a fair while now, it was high time he spotted some prey. Just when he thought his tail would drop off from cold, Ghoststorm spotted a lone mouse scrabbling about the snow. It was thin and half-starved intself but he felt his stomache rumble at the thought of his fangs crunching into the tender - no. It would go to the Clan, not him. He wasn't that hungry yet. He could wait.
The tom crept up on it and a few minutes later the little body was hanging limply from his jaws. He burried it under the snow where it was joined, many more minutes later, by two more of it's kind. Ghoststorm gathered up the three limp corpses of thin mice and began the long trudge up the mountain, pelt fluffed up against the chill. Ghoststorm sneezed adn grumbled to himself indistinctly about going out in the middle of the night to hunt in the freezing mountain alone. Clearpelt had obviously had the right idea about staying inside. His hunt had taken him all the way to the bottom of it and this was all he'd caught. He would have to report this to Moonstar or Raindance and suggest one of those dangerous missions for a mountian-goat. Prey was far too scarce for his liking.
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Post by ♫ admin on Nov 4, 2007 9:37:36 GMT 9
Stepping down the sides of the mountain carefully as not to slip on the icy surface, Raindance kept her mouth open, scenting for prey, stepping softly in the snow, which was billowing around her. Yes, this was a border patrol, but some hunting along the way never hurt any cat, did it? Glancing behind her to make sure she could still see Mossfoot through the thick snow, Raindance continued down the side of the mountain, the border. Scowling, she realized the snow and wind had completley eliminated any trace that the two loners had been here. She made a scent mark before continuing, marking all along the border. Reaching the mound of snow that had obviously once been the den, Raindance was satisfied that it had been covered in snow. If there were any bloodstains, they would not been seen unless some cat dug out the area, and she made a scent mark upon the mound. Remembering that Mossfoot did not know of what had happened here, she glanced back at him, hoping he wouldn't draw attention to the unusual mound of snow. Raindance then caught a whiff of something, making her heart leap. Pacing forwards slowly, she saw a mouse, tiny, but alive, staggering about in an obvious but vain attempt to find shelter. It did not take much to kill it, though doing so dizzied her a bit and reminded her of her hunger. Refusing to pay attention to it, she picked it up as she continued along, marking the territory with PineClan under the slight shelter of scattered trees. Here, frost and snow was apparent, but less of it than at the top of the mountain where SnowClan's camp resided, and she wondered what it was like to not live in a cave. Strange, unprotected, she thought, deciding that she woudln't be able to stand it.
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