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Post by Shadow on Nov 25, 2007 23:23:39 GMT 9
Phoenixpaw dipped her head respectfully to the other grey warrior, and then looked up, shivering. Her long, thick pelt kept her warm, but with this snow on it, some water leaked through. She suddenly remembered something, and started with fright. The Gathering! She squirmed uncomfortably as she waited for Ghoststorm's answer, hoping dearly that the Clan had not gone already. What if they left without them? But Moonstar wouldn't leave without her deputy,, she thought frantically, Would she? Panic boiled up inside her chest, and scenarios began to flash through her mind. What if they were left in the freezing, bitter cold? What if something happened at the Gathering? Phoenixpaw blanched as she realised something really bad could be happening right now in SnowClan. And who would look after Moonstar's kits? She couldn't stand it any longer. "Raindance?" she burst out. "I think we have to go back now, for the Gathering?" she tried to keep the panic out of her voice, but it was beginning to crack. The snow swirled around her, freezing her nose. Shivering again, she hunched herself up against the cold.
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Post by ♫ admin on Nov 26, 2007 12:15:52 GMT 9
♫ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >> Raindance's eyes bulged at the young apprentice's words. Of course! The gathering! She had completely forgotten! Flicking her ears in alarm, she mewed, "Yes, we should probably be getting back to camp. Thanks for reminding me, Pheonixpaw," giving her apprentice a friendly flick of the ears with her tail, she began padding quickly up the slope of the mountain. "Ghoststorm, you coming?" she called back as she made her way up the rock face. She hoped he would. He had seemed secluded lately. It worried her.
[[SnowClan camp]]
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Nov 27, 2007 1:54:32 GMT 9
~||~"Wh-what?" The tom meowed, having zoned out slightly. He shoko his head to keep himself focused and padded over to the two waiting cats. "I am coming." This time his voice didn't sound so uncertain, more like usual. Much better. He didn't meet either of the she-cats' gazes though, pre-occupied with his own thoughts. A Gathering again. It seemed only a few days since the last one. Tiem certainly passed fast.
The tom began to trail up after the apprentice and deputy but gave a violent shudder as the ice-cold wind swept through his thick fur. He was grateful that he was bringin up the rear or the others might have seen him shiver.~||~
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Dec 20, 2007 2:57:38 GMT 9
Ghoststorm gave a satisfied hiss as he felt the neck of the brave little bird snap between his twin rows of pearly white teeth. Why the stupid creature had been out in such weather, he had no idea, but he was thankful to StarClan for sending the prey. Kicking snow over it, Ghoststorm took a moment to memorise the lay of the rocks near his prey so that he could find it easily again. Then he bounded off in the same direction as the wind, perhaps there would be more prey to be caught.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Dec 29, 2007 4:31:11 GMT 9
Ghoststorm dropped the two unfortunate mice to the snowy floor, spitting out clumps of their cold, brown fur as he did so. His teeth had been chattering a bit so it looked as though he had been gnawing them. Great. The silver tabby's yellow gaze swept over the mountainy terrain once more before he nodded slowly to himself. This was a good place to stay the night. He would see Silverwish the next day when the half-moon meeting was over and then no other cats woud get sick from him. That would be terrible. Especially if it was putting the kits at risk. Ghoststorm's ear twitched happily as he remembered the little white kit squirming about...would he get an apprentice this time...? Dispelling those useless thoughts, the tom turned his attentions to the three overlapping big rocks in front of him. He would have to dig out a space to spend the night. With his eyes set in determination, Ghoststorm pushed aside his wearieness and clawed aside some snow, paws churning through the powdery white substance. After a while there was a sort of den that would do for the night, at least. He tossed the smaller of the two mice into it for himself to eat that night and then picked the other one up and headed back to camp, being sure to collect the bird on the way back.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Dec 29, 2007 5:50:50 GMT 9
Back out, yet again, in the freezing, unforgiving territory of SnowClan, Ghoststorm wasted no time in racing across the white ground. There was a strange fog hanging in the air around the mountain like a cloud of snow that had gathered on some huge, invisible tree branch. It wasn't warm, it was humid, and it told of the warmer season that was approaching. Far from warming his heart with the notion, it sent a chill down his spine for reasons he could not fathom. Some dark, long-forgotten sense inside him told Ghoststorm there was more danger to come, and that they had not seen the last of the sea-cats. Yellow orbs blinked in the black night; he had reached the lonely snow-den already. Slipping inside, the tom brushed some snow across the entrance so that the winds would not come in as easily as he had. Then he devoured the mouse he had caught earlier, burried it's remains in the snow and melted some snow with the warmth of his body to drink. Suddenly the silver tabby shivered, remembering the tiny, frozen kits whom him and Raindance had burried in the snow nearer the PineClan end of the terra. His 'den' reminded him unpleasently of the snow tombs they were resting eternally in. It was not a cheering thought, and it brought Ghoststorm to appreciate the warm, safe warrior's den in camp all the more.
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Post by Incognito on Jan 1, 2008 20:44:28 GMT 9
Bluestar
Mossfoot bound lightly out of SnowClan camp, but stopped when he was a few fox-lengths away. The young warrior took his weight to his haunches, balancing as he carefully crouched and began to step slowly along, claws out. Suddenly, he froze as a shuffling sound reveberated in his ears from the behind a small rock, perfect shelter for a small rodent... He pounced over the rock, claws heading down on his prey... But the creature had already skidded away as Mossfoot hissed in frustration, then gathered his concentration again and swivelled his ears around. A hare, he could scent it, turning slowly, the tom pounced when he realised that the hare was unaware of him, small, probably very young, but it would do. He pounced just as the strong winds changed, wafting his scent swiftly at the hare. Mossfot landed on the hare with a thud, dispatching it with a swipe of his claw and picking up the limp body in his jaws as he headed back to SnowClan camp.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 5, 2008 1:29:30 GMT 9
With a yawn that stretched his jaws open to their max, Ghoststorm woke up. He sneezed almost immediately and shook his pelt to rid it of the snow that had drifted down into his makeshift den. Apart from the chill that seeped through his silver tabby fur, the tom felt quite refreshed, and decided that perhaps this den wasn't so bad after all. He could probably even stick it another night if he didn't get sent to the medicine den beforehand. Pushing his dark-striped head out of the den, Ghoststorm's yellowy eyes swept over the territory, making sure that there were no cats around, before he slipped out and melted some snow to drink. Then he kicked snow over the entrance to his sleeping-place to hide it from the rest of the cats and set of to hunt. He would have to catch a fair bit to explain his long absence. The tom felt a prickle of guilt at those thoughts, he was hiding something from his Clan. Was that against the warrior code? Ghoststorm shook his head, how could it be, when it was preventing the Clan from getting ill? A while later, as he dropped the crumpled form of a bird on that of a mouse he'd caught earlier, Ghoststorm's ears pricked up. He thought he heard some cats. A patrol? Opening his mouth to catch the scent, he detected Heavyheart, Garnetstorm, Thornfire and Phoenixpaw which meant that his sense of smell was returning. Giving a mental purr, the tom dropped into a hunters crouch again. He wouldn't bother the patrol.
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Post by Shadow on Jan 5, 2008 18:09:29 GMT 9
Heavyheart flicked his tail to signal to the rest of the patrol, and trotted out into the snow. Phoenixpaw bounded along at his side, talking enthusiastically about her new mentor. Heavyheart twitched his ears in worry, he hoped Raindance wouldn't tell him off for letting the young ginger apprentice out with him on patrol. He paused, and sniffed the air. "Ghoststorm is somewhere over there." he pointed. "I think he's hunting." "Can we go and say hello?" Phoenixpaw asked. She liked she serious minded tom. "Not if he hunting." pointed out the gray warrior. Phoenixpaw shrugged. Heavyheart looked back. [/center]
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Post by poppy on Jan 12, 2008 13:10:02 GMT 9
ooc//:can i join?Poppypaw Padded up to the entrence to the snowclan camp."hhhmm...."She said.
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Post by ♫ admin on Jan 12, 2008 13:24:44 GMT 9
♫ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >> ooc;; You may join seeing that your charry has been accepted but please, don't make any post under 100 words. There's a word counter at the bottom of every posting box, so that shouldn't be too hard to keep track of.
One-liners such as the one you wrote are not acceptable here. Your posts need to be longer, and more meaningful. If you need help with that, you can check out the Writing Mentors board :3
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 12, 2008 19:29:50 GMT 9
There it was again. A yowl. Now he was sure of it. Ghoststorm dropped the mouse in his jaws and swiped his tongue aroudn his mouth to clear out the unfortunate rodent's scent.Then he opened it wide, catching new smells. He had thought he'd heard the yowls of a battle but dismissed it as simply wind tricks, as were plentiful on the mountain. However, now he was sure he wasn't imagining it. Strange though, he couldn't scent much. Perhaps it was the cold.
Ghoststorm wasted no more time in racing across the snow toward the source of the yowls, JaggedClan. Chances were, it was just some JaggedClan apprentice and mentor training session but he wanted to be sure. Better safe than sorry. Heavy silver paws carried him swiftly across the harsh mountain terrain that was his home towards the battle, if there was one. Then, suddenly, he was hit by the scent of blood like a mouse is hit by a good warrior's paw. Disconcertingly wide yellow eyes widened even further and he increased his speed tenfold. Just as he was leaving SnowClan territory, a terribel yowl he identified as Heavyheart's reached his ears. No! Uh-oh.
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Post by Folf on Feb 2, 2008 16:09:21 GMT 9
Stonerib's massive shape slipped out of the cave that made SnowClan's camp- his home since before he could remember. Lengthy, mottled fur fluffed out for warmth, he loped away from the Camp. He had already been wishing to leave when the patrol had entered, bloody and wounded...most especially young Phoenixpaw. The thought still made him shake. Why would have JaggedClan done this? There must be some reason- why would one cat seek to kill another. Kill an apprentice.
It wasn't until an enticing smell entered his nose that he realized how far he had travelled in so short a time, his slow gait made up by long strides and steady steps. The Camp was already far behind the warrior, and the Twolegplace was in sight. But Stonerib was not paying attention. Wrapping his huge frame around a bare bunch of reeds (it's snow-covered, brown stems matching his coat nicely) he watched with wide, pale amber eyes as a rabbit exited it's Den. When had he last eaten rabbit?!
The tom couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation for the warm blood to flood his mouth, instead of the rough texture of reeds. But, he knew hares, especially the wiry ones of this area, needed to be caught in an outright chase. Might as well start.
Giving a spare second to send a quick pray of success to StarClan, Stonerib lunged forward. The rabbit was already runnign when his paws hit the ground, and he was after the snowy-furred beast in a second. Ignoring the snow sprayed in his face by the prey's legs, he chased after, sending up a snowy cascade of his own. Yards flew by with every stride, and his descent of the mountain ended with a finally jump...and his massive weight landing on the hare's spine. Check mate.
Letting out a purr of happiness, he bit into the neck needlessly, enjoying the taste of blood in his mouth. Fresh. Easily dragging his catch over to a tree...he realized that trees were only found at the base of the mountain. His eyes widening, he dropped his catch and immediately scented the area, blood-stained muzzle opened...And let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't crossed any borders. But he was frighteningly close to the Twolegplace.
Burying the hare hastily, he was about to turn and flee back up the mountain, thoughts of the patrol and Phoenixpaw back in his mind once more. But, he was stopped by the sounds of cat meowing, light pawsteps on the ground. Both came from a Twoleg nest, a quick minute or two walk away. And he was more then obliged to go explore.
ooc; Yeh, my Maine Coon is in! I'll post in the Twolegplace in a moment.
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Post by ♫ admin on Feb 9, 2008 10:31:51 GMT 9
|| ♫- there's only music so that there's new ringtones...
Ashenpaw padded up.
"It's so stupid," she found herself mewing, "I mean, apprentices sneak out of camp all the time. And yet, the clans still insist on following that ancient code. Who made it up, anyways? Times change--things change! Yeesh!" she let out a small hiss as she maneuvered over the narrowing terrain below her paws, until she came to a spot where the mountain reached a peak and there was nowhere higher to climb.
Scrambling onto a flat surface, she sat, shivering a bit as the biting wind rushed past her. Ashenpaw felt a little bit dizzy--but not too much. She was used to heights.
Once the gray apprentice was sure that she was stationed steadily on the flat mountain peak, she dared to look around, and was amazed at what she saw.
Dull gray-green orbs nearly popped out of her apprentice-sized head. She could actually see a few clouds! They were several fox-lengths away, and wispy, and amazing. Gazing ahead, she could see the whole territory, and it was absolutely breathtaking. Through the fog and mist at the shore, she could see the faint outline of a sunset. Turning her gaze to the forest was incredible, and impossible to tell how far it stretched. JaggedClan territory went on, possibly forever. And suddenly, Ashenpaw's whole world shrunk, and she felt like a tiny dot.
"I see what no clan has seen." she mewed softly, "my horizons have expanded. I catch glimpses of places beyond the territories. No clan has been that far. We have been living on the same patch of land for countless seasons! Why? There's so much out there!"
She dared to stand. Her limbs quivered as she gazed around and turned slowly to face the other direction, cringing at what she saw.
There was the town, the city...and then, there was nothing.
Before her was an impossible white canvas, with only a faint twoleg path stretching out into it. "That is the place where nothing has been made," she mewed. Should she ever wanted to travel, she'd have to go by sea, or in the directions of the forest or the cliff. Beyond twolegplace, there was nothing at all. It made sense to Ashenpaw. Twolegs were the end. Twolegs were mad. There was proof from where she was sitting--they had built a road through nowhere! Paths were supposed to lead you somewhere! And why would anyone go out into nowhere?
She stood there for a long time, staring off into the fog, and the mist, and the blank white ground...
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Post by autumn on Feb 24, 2008 8:15:03 GMT 9
"H'lo..."
The low, unsure meow came from a rather startled tom, standing on a ledge a bit below Ashenpaw.His pale blue eyes blinked up at her for a moment, bewildered, but he quickly stared down at his paws instead. What was he supposed to do now?
He came out here whenever he wanted to be alone, which was quite often; Strongheart never said very much and always felt a bit out of place with other cats. The hunting was never any good this high up, but he came sometimes just to think, catching something for the Clan on the way back down.
Now his routine had been shattered by the appearance of an apprentice. Strongheart knew she wasn't supposed to be out here alone, but what could he do? Scold her? He wasn't nearly intimidating enough for that. He could bring her back to camp and have someone else scold her, but that seemed kind of harsh. A lot of apprentices went wandering these days. But he couldn't just let it go either...
His indecision clear on his face, he settled for muttering "Not s'posed to be alone. S'dangerous." The tom was still staring down at his paws, his ears and tail drooping slightly, wondering nervously how Ashenpaw might react.
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