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Post by Incognito on Oct 6, 2007 4:36:57 GMT 9
Activities in the Pine-Sand Disputed Territory take place here.
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Post by Incognito on Nov 10, 2007 2:58:56 GMT 9
Wavestar rapidly swept to a stop as the sand began to thin and pine trees began to gather. She swiftly renewed the scent markings in one area, until it was so strong that a Pine Clan cat would realise immedietly, coming past that mark was a reall, really bad idea. She glanced back for Onyxpaw and Shadowsong, pondering the idea of mentoring Onyxpaw, though maybe another cat would be better with the apprentice.
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Post by Shadow on Nov 11, 2007 18:49:38 GMT 9
Shadowsong trotted behind Wavestar, taking in all the scents and sights of the forest. The strong smell of pine clung to her sleek black fur, and she grimaced at the putrid scent. Renewing the scent markings, she padded onwards.
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Post by Incognito on Nov 16, 2007 1:43:07 GMT 9
Wavestar glanced back at Shadowsong, spreading strong SandClan scent as close as possible to the border. Remembering the fact tha Pine and Sand had fought over the fact that the territory ended at he last pine, while SandClan believed he last grain of sand was the boundary. The she-cat noted, in slight disaproval, that Onyxpaw and Dreamsong seemed not to have followed.
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Post by Incognito on Nov 16, 2007 16:30:33 GMT 9
When Wavestar had spread her scent strongly about the border, she turned back towards SandClan, breathing in the salty smells of the sea as the sand returned, thicker and thicker, in swathes across the ground. [[Back to camp.]]
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Nov 30, 2007 22:49:30 GMT 9
~||~ The two siblings, one broad-shoudlered and muscular and one slender and lithe, slipped over the border back into their own territory with a shared sigh of relief. Skypaw let out a pur which was mentally echoed by her brother before she plunged into the dense pines, revelling in the homey scent. Adderpaw hesitated a moment, looking back over his shoulder, and a look of confusion and sadness clouded his eyes. He felt the strangest urge to return to SandClan, although he couldn't think why. It wasn't just SandClan though, more one -. The tom shook his head and loped off after his sister, back to PineClan. No, back home. ~||~
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 15, 2008 2:12:02 GMT 9
A ginger head peeked out from around the broad base of a pine tree, dark green eyes glittering in anticipation. He loved being on the Pine-Sand border. It felt dangerous and risky which made it fun. Especially when he was here without permission and on his own. Adderpaw didn't particularly want a SandClan patrol to come and catch him here but he wouldn't have complained if a lone SandClan apprentice had wandered up. They could have a bit of a tussle and he would show them how great PineClan was.
For now, Adderpaw sat down in front of the pine tree from which his Clan took it's name and waited. if he narrowed his glimmering emerald gaze and peered over the Clan-lands he could see the dark splash on the wall of JaggedClan's cliff which marked the Mossy Cave. He had been there once, as must all apprentices before they can be made into warriors, but that was all. And he'd never been inside. Nor did he want to. Adderpaw's natural curiosity did not seem to apply to that cave and in moments his eyes had slid back down to SandClan land and the sea beyond it. He hated the sea. The dreamy, slow flow of the stream in which he fished was one thing but that harsh, wild, endless stretch of water was quite another.
The tom twitched an ear toward the aforementioned cave, although he wouldn't hear his sister's approach for quite a while, even if she had just left the cave. A thought occurred to him suddenly; how did he know she would come by the Pine-Sand place? It would be much quicker to go through the Knotted Tree clearing. Why in StarClan had he chose to wait here? Perhaps she would accompany Seapaw back to her territory, although Adderpaw wasn't sure. Still, he didn't turn back and dash off to the Knotted Tree. Why, he didn't know, but he didn't.
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Post by .}{EXXI. on Jan 21, 2008 2:35:09 GMT 9
"I'm a meeediiciiiiiine caaaat! I'm a medicine cat! A MEEEEDIIICIIINE CAAAAT!"
The jubilant call reached a pair of furry ginger ears, causing them to perk up. Dark green eyes glinted in surprise and a clutch of colorless whiskers twitched in amusement. Skypaw was happy about something. Adderpaw barely ever heard his quiet, thoughtful sister screech like an over-excited squirrel as she was now. Her brown, black and white body bounded into view and the ginger apprentice slipped out from around the tree, tail curling in on itself in amused confusion. "Did you find the cure for Black-cough or something?" He meowed in greeting, eyes narrowing in laughter.
Skypaw stopped short, a look of pleased surprise flitting across her face before she threw herself at her brother and pressed her nose into his cheek, purring. After a moment her stunned sibling pulled back, a quizzical look splayed across his features. "Skypaw...?" She grinned at him, eyes shining and suddenly the night's events spilled out of her like water from an up-turned leaf.
"It's Skyfeather now! StarClan gave me my full name and now I'm PineClan's proper medicine cat! Jaycall was there - they called her - so you can even ask her. It was amazing, Adderpaw. You wouldn't believe it...Silverpelt - the StarClan cat - gave us both our names and then she told me...well lots of stuff. But I don't know if I can be a real medicine cat because Miragestep knew ever so much and I don't think I know hardly anything at all compared to him and now I have to be a medicine cat anyway and choose an apprentice and heal all the cats..." She trailed off, running out breath and news. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering what it had been like, "Isn't it great?"
It was several moments and several emotions later, that Adderpaw spoke. "Sky...feather. Skyfeather. Skyfeather." He mumbled to himself, tongue swiping around his mouth, as if tasting the name. Why did she have her full name? Why not HIM? He had trained like she had, harder probably, and he had been waiting for ages! Knowing Skypa--feather, she wouldn't have even cared if she hadn't been given her name for moons yet. He cared! He cared more than...almost anything! Why didn't he have his warrior name? Stupid, mouse-brained, fox-hearted mentor. Stupid mouse-brained, fox-hearted leader. He wanted his name and he wanted it now!
"Adderpaw? You, uh, you okay?" Skyfeather meowed tentatively, pretty blue eyes looking worried. Well, what had she expected, he was Adderpaw he wouldn't be pleased that his sister got her name before him. The tom suddenly realized what a fox he was being. His sister had just been made a full medicine cat and he was sulking around. Call yourself a brother! The tom blinked away his anger, for now, and focused on being proud of his sister which was quite easy (although he was more accustomed to being proud of himself). "That's great, Skyfeather. Well done. Really well done!" He exclaimed, genuinely happy, "I know you'll be the best medicine cat PineClan has ever had!"
Her eyes lightened immediately and he flicked her ears with his tail. He paused a moment, mind going over what she'd said. "You said we, didn't you? Who -" "Seapaw too. She's Seaturtle now." Skyfeather cut across, her expression lifting further. Adderpaw's ear twitched in acknowledgment, although he said nothing. He had been considering calling the SandClan she-cat a friend. Stupid. It had been stupid before she had become a medicine cat too. It seemed like a chasm had opened up between them...well let it. He must be tired and not thinking straight. Or dazed by his sister's news. Who cared about some stupid SandClan medicine cat?
Skyfeather purred again and twitched her ears in the direction of camp, eager to spread her news. Adderpaw broke off that chain of thought and nodded. The next moment, two pelts, one brown and white and one dark ginger, were melting into the pine trees of their Clan's territory.
[[Sorry, I go t a bit carried away... ;D]]
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Post by :wolf on Mar 17, 2008 0:21:35 GMT 9
The night was absolutely icy, to say the least. It had been an unusually long leaf-bare, and in the bare patches between the pine trees the snow had accumulated and hardened to form crunchy, graying mounds of ice. Even the circle of bare ground beneath each pine tree was frozen solid, much more unpleasant than the usual springy layer of pine needles. And yet Bitterpaw found her little midnight stroll to be quite enjoyable--each freezing breath of air drawn into her lungs was like an electric shock, keeping her quite awake and aware, and she found that in the crunchy, brittle ice and snow one had to be more aware in any case, to avoid making too much sound. Although her skin had begun to prickle with cold, her thick calico pelt was keeping Bitterpaw more or less warm and comfortable. So the small apprentice continued to jog along, tawny hazel eyes constantly scanning the terrain around her for any trespassing SandClanners.
Oh yes, she was on disputed territory. Bitterpaw knew this very well, she'd even planned for it. She understood that any SandClan cat she found around here was fair game--and that she would be fair game to any SandClan cat. And although not the strongest apprentice (in fact, she was one of the weakest in her Clan), Bitterpaw, having been denied attendance to the Gathering, was itching for adventure. It hadn't been hard to sneak out tof PineClan cat, what with half of the cats screeching at each other like complete imbeciles and the other half busily bemoaning the death of their cherished, beloved leader.. Bitterpaw snorted arrogantly at the thought. Beloved leader indeed. Honestly, she'd thought his dead body had looked nobler than Ebonystar ever had while he was alive.
Bitterpaw suddenly became acutely aware that the pine trees were growing more and more sparse, and the scent of SandClan noticably more pungent. Realizing it may be unwise to go much further, the calico apprentice paused, narrowing her eyes as she scoped out the territory around her. The moonlight seemed less bright than it had a moment before, and instinctively Bitterpaw cast her eyes towards the sky, a small smirk crossing her face as she saw the thinnest layer of cloud shrouding the silver orb in the sky, diluting its brilliance. "Serves stupid Dustwater right for not bringing me with.."
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Post by ♫ admin on Mar 28, 2008 23:54:04 GMT 9
º As the pine trees continued to thin, Deerpaw was feeling less and less comfortable overall. Why, oh why did she agree to go with Bitterpaw? Not only did the lack of trees make her feel vulnerable, but sand and sea didn't exactly smell so great.
"Bitterpaw," the fair-furred she-cat mewed timidly, quickening her pace to catch up with her sister, "let's go back--I don't like it out here!"
She said it, but she knew that the reply she would receive would not exactly be one of agreement. Bitterpaw had come out here for a reason. Deerpaw? She was just out here because her sister was here, and she was trembling under her unusually thin pelt. For a moment, the frail she-cat dared to consider heading back alone, but the thought was promptly pushed out of her mind--in fact, it was if she'd lept up and mangled it, throwing it alongside Ebonystar's decaying body. Why am I such a pushover? Why do I always need to cling to my sister? Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp mew from her sister.
"Serves stupid Dustwater right for not bringing me with.."
Deerpaw shrugged. She hadn't been expecting to be invited to the gathering, and Ebonystar had been an intimidating enough leader, she didn't want to be lead there by possibly one of the most cold-hearted cats she knew. But she didn't vocalize these thoughts. They would probably just worsen her sister's already darkened mood, so she simply did her best to comfort her, giving her an affectionate lick on the ear, followed by a timid, "Next time, I bet we'll go. I bet this one wasn't that exciting anyways. We know all the big news already." Once again, her thoughts turned to the dark, dead former leader, and in a way, Deerpaw was suddenly glad she'd gone with her sister instead of staying in camp with a dead cat and a bunch of bickering warriors.
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Post by :wolf on Mar 29, 2008 2:07:02 GMT 9
Bitterpaw glanced behind her absently at her sister's request, a faint grin crossing her muzzle. Although she'd never admit it, Bitterpaw constantly felt a bit protective over mild-mannered Deerpaw--although physically, she was considerably weaker than her sister, Bitterpaw had the sharp tongue to make up for it, as opposed to Deerpaw's gentle manner of speech. Bitterpaw was unafraid to say what she wanted whenever she wanted to, whereas her sister often kept her thoughts to herself. And so, where she would have scoffed and refused blatantly with any other cat, the small calico conceded somewhat, turning to face her sister.
"Next time, I bet we'll go."
Bitterpaw snorted softly in disbelief, her toothy grin widening. "If there is a next time," she whispered, tail flicking excitedly from side to side. "Dustwater was acting kind of odd, if you ask me. Check that out!" She gestured towards the full moon, veiled by a definite curtain of cloud. "Maybe she'll take over all the clans--I wouldn't put it past her." Bitterpaw paused to consider this thought for a moment, then gave her head a small shake, as if trying to rid herself of the thought. "I don't like her," she finished simply, tawny eyes narrowed.
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Post by ♫ admin on Mar 29, 2008 11:58:21 GMT 9
º Deerpaw was extremely relieved when they started heading back. Soon, they'd be surrounded by thick pine trees, and back in camp. It relieved Deerpaw--she greatly disliked being out of her comfort zone. This relief was shattered by Bitterpaw's words.
"If there is a next time," Deepraw stopped dead in her tracks, trembling a bit--and not just from the cold--as she listened to her sister speak.
"Check that out!" Deerpaw's eyes widened with worry at her sister's observation. A cloud was, indeed, blocking out the moon, and as much as it reassured her in a way that her sister didn't like Dustwater either, she still wanted her clan to be accepted and liked by others. And if Dustwater had done something to upset that...well, Deerpaw didn't know what she'd do.
"Maybe the gathering is over and the clouds are free to...um...wander the sky," she trailed off at the end. Boy, did she sound lame! Oh well. At least she had found a way to reassure herself. She just didn't want anything bad for PineClan.
"I don't like Dustwater any more than the next cat, but Skyfeather agreed, so she must be okay!" After all, Medicine Cats were messengers from StarClan, which meant that StarClan must have approved Dustwater as leader.
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Post by :wolf on Mar 30, 2008 2:53:02 GMT 9
At Deerpaw's response, Bitterpaw let out a chuckle--not a chuckle of the cynical, you're-so-naive sort, but rather an actual laugh, sounding quite unnatural coming out of Bitterpaw's usually-frowning face. In reality, Deerpaw's suggestion was quite possible, and yet Bitterpaw wanted so badly for there to be something wrong. What if she was right about Dustwater, what she did take over the Clans, and then she, Bitterpaw, would have to save the day, accompanied by her trusty sidekick, Deerpaw? Bitterpaw longed for anything to spice up the monotony of daily life--Ebonystar's death, although admittedly inauspicious, had made her heart race with excitement. It struck her as humorous that her sister was so different from herself--the fear Deerpaw's voice was clear, the excuse almost desperate, and Bitterpaw knew that she wanted nothing more than peace.. Boring, boring peace..
Her mindtrip was interrupted when Deerpaw spoke again, and to this response of Deerpaw's, Bitterpaw did laugh unkindly, reverting to her natural ways. "Give me a break. Just because Skyfeather's chosen by StarClan--" these words Bitterpaw said in a high-pitched, wishy-washy sort of voice "--that doesn't mean she's right about everything."
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Post by ♫ admin on Mar 30, 2008 13:10:10 GMT 9
º Deerpaw flattened her ears at her sister's response in embarrassment. She hated when Bitterpaw questioned StarClan. Her greatest fear was that one day, she'd die, and upon arriving in the land of her ancestors, be told that her sister would not join her because she had not believed enough.
"Please don't say that," she mewed softly--in fact, she was almost inaudible, and she studied the ground as it moved below her paws. She paid special attention to every detail--each individual pine needle, the texture of the frozen dirt, each mound of melting snow, the occasion puddle of murky brown water.
She wanted so badly for everything Skyfeather said to be right. She wanted one cat--just one cat in her life to always be right. To never have any doubt. Never face any questions. She wanted just one cat to be able to confirm everything, one cat who was always correct in everything they said. And what better cat to hold that trust in than her very own medicine cat?
Deerpaw secretly admired Skyfeather--for her courage and strength. For her temperament. For the skills she possessed and the burden she was able to hold. Deerpaw would never be able to do any of that stuff. Often times, she felt she just wasn't fit for clan life. She could not hold any burdens or take responsibility. She was loyal to her clan, but she knew that when faced with death, she would not stick by them through-and-through. She knew she was too weak to fight any battles, and too meek to take on medicine cat duties--and there was no way she'd even begin to think about leading her clan! She supposed she was just here as a space-filler to catch prey until she died one day. But this was no time for such thoughts.
"I wish I was more courageous," she sighed.
[ooc]Gaha! I immediately thought of the Wizard of Oz when I wrote that last line xD And it was the lion, too![/ooc]
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Post by :wolf on Mar 31, 2008 2:20:04 GMT 9
ooc: "if i only had the neeeeeerve.." xDD then bitterpaw is the wicked witch of the west. muahahaah.
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Bitterpaw was slightly surprised at her sister's response. It had been nearly inaudible, but Bitterpaw thought she had caught the gist of it, and she immediately stored it away in her mind, although she remained silent, pretending she hadn't heard. There were several moment like this Bitterpaw kept tucked away, moments where Deerpaw said something particularly rebellious, something particularly unique. These were moments she'd glance back at from time to time, and reassure herself with pride that Deerpaw wasn't just a big fat softie.
Because, to be honest, Bitterpaw was lonely. She made a point to constantly appear cross and cynical, partly to make sure no one wanted to mess with her or her quieter sister. Ironically, this same facade kept away potential friends. Bitterpaw had, literally, no one she felt close to besides Deerpaw, and so whenever Deerpaw made a statement like this, she took immense pride, as if it was her work that had toughened up her sister.
She definitely liked to think that Deerpaw needed her as much as she needed Deerpaw.
However, this didn't mean that Bitterpaw always took her sister's words to heart. Ever since she was old enough to understand the concept, the small apprentice had fostered a strong lack of belief when it came to StarClan. Sure, the majority of cats would heartily disagree with her, but Bitterpaw had logic on her side: what greater power would make Dustwater leader? On a more personal note, what kind of ancestor would steal parental love and adoration away from herself and Deerpaw, something every kit should have a right to? There was a distinct lack of anyone who cared for Bitterpaw, and thus, how could there be a StarClan.
Bitterpaw found that, as she was thinking, her eyes had trailed towards the sky. Brilliant stars dotted the parts not obscured by cloud, and she narrowed her eyes at her supposed ancestors, a grin crossing her face. StarClan indeed. They were just some dumb lights in the sky.
"Maybe you're not brave all the time, but you would be when it counts," Bitterpaw responded quietly to Deerpaw's wish, her voice somewhat lacking in its usual arrogance. This was something she truly believed--comments like the one Deerpaw had previously uttered cemented her suspicions that there was more to Deerpaw than most cats saw.
The pine trees had grown vastly thicker, and the briny scent of SandClan had faded completely. Overhead, a faint light was appearing on the horizon, casting a pink -orange glow across the clouds. Dawn was approaching, the Gathering was no doubt over. "We should get back to camp," Bitterpaw muttered, her pace quickening to a jog.
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ooc: back to camp?
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