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Post by Fishy on Apr 9, 2008 9:07:20 GMT 9
Ebonycoral grunted. How long had he spaced? Turning his head back and forth he watched as Obsidianpaw was cleaning a wound on his paw. He had also found a really neat shell. "Alright, I think two is enough. Let's get back to camp." he mewed slowly, picking up his little shell between his teeth. Flicking his ears in the direction of the camp he padded forwards, his tail flicking softly behind him. Looking back to see if Obsidianpaw had heard him. What was going on in camp? Well, he wouldn't care. He just wanted to sleep, probably like everyone else.
(Short and late, sorry Folf! Ebonycoral to camp!) [/color][/left]
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Post by Folf on Apr 9, 2008 11:29:49 GMT 9
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-- Fall breathes his chilling breath... [/font] Obsidianpaw mood was black black black. It may not show through the rasping, harsh licking upon his pad, mainly because his eyes were clenched firmly closed. If his colorless eyes had been open, they would have literally been sparking with aggression. Yet, they remained shut tight...until Ebonycoral spoke up, voice holding some urgency.
"Alright, I think two is enough. Let's get back to camp."
Like blinks opening to fast (and doomed to smash), the apprentice's eyes sprang open. He barely had time to shoot flames at the elder, who had snatched the shell that had sliced his paws open. The tortoiseshell tom would have personally chucked it into the roaring ocean. And then come out the next day to make sure it hadn't washed to shore. And repeat the aggressive process again if luck was against him.
Growling incoherent ramblings, colorless eyes examined the cuts on his pads. Like he was going to walk on sand, with a wind picking up, that was just going to agitate his minor wounds. Ideas rushed through his skull, each one being shot down. It took a dozen or so killed thoughts when something was grudgingly accepted: walked on the backs of his paws. If that was even possible.
And he put it into action, looking like an idiot the entire time down the strip of sand. And sand still wriggled into his pads.--reminding Earth of times to come... [/left][/color][/center]
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Post by Incognito on Apr 16, 2008 17:13:41 GMT 9
Topazpaw padded out onto the shifting sands of the territory, sending a disdainful glance in Horizon's direction. She turned to Soulstealer's side, sleek, well-groomed pelt glinting in many autumnal shades. Without a word to her mentor, she stepped into the water, ignoring the chill of the icy sea as she swam a little way to a rock not to far out, but far enough for fish. She noted that the waters were choppy, but, without looking behind her at the waves, she simply raised a paw and waited for a dash of silver. There! Topazpaw's claws flashed and speared the small salmon, bashing it against the rock and dragging it onto her perch. With one whipping motion of her claws, the salmon's body fell limp and lifeless.
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Post by Raven.x on Apr 18, 2008 0:39:14 GMT 9
iRaven Starpaw yawned. 'Well, I think i'll be going back to camp.' She mewed to Ivyface. 'It's getting cold.' She looked up at the sky. 'And dark.' The stars beginning to show overhead reminded her again of how great it would be to be the medicine cat apprentice. Not just to heal her clan and help them in that way, but also to share tounges with StarClan in the way that no warrior would ever have the opportunity to do. So, picking up her vole that she had set at her paws, the pretty silver tabby she-cat trotted smoothly over the pale sand, as if she had been walking forever on sand. It was cool beneath her paws and she was comforted by the familiarness it gave her. Being in SandClan meant that life was so peaceful, with the cool white sand in between your claws, with not a care in the world. Starpaw trotted away into the night, and pelted back to camp. The new official Raven Music player!!
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Post by Shadow on Apr 24, 2008 4:10:42 GMT 9
-------------------->Blood will spill blood...
Horizon sighed as she padded away across the damp, white sand, her paws sinking with every step. And so did her heart. Only one or two cats had welcomed her back. Even Wavestar didn't really look pleased to see her. She thought that perhaps the leader might realise that she had only made a mistake, and it should be forgiven and forgotten. The Clan seemed to get on well enough without me, she thought bitterly, unconsciously unsheathing her claws. She twitched her ears and trotted in the direction of the sea. She was comforted by the gentle crashing of the waves on the sandy beach, lined with pebbles of all shapes and sizes. She heard the pitter patter like rain as the water withdrew from the sand, crinkling over the pebbles, and then another wave coming to take its place. She looked up, and saw Silverpelt shining brightly above her, and the half moon near it, glowing like fresh embers in the night. She felt a rush of hope; did this mean StarClan had not abandoned her? She had not seen Silverpelt this clearly for moons. Her pace quickened. She reached the surf. The ocean was relatively gentle, so, as the wave receded, she leaped into the water. It was cool and refreshing, and it was perfectly clear. Horizon swam strongly through the crashing waves, turning her head each time she reached the crest of one. Once she was past the worst of them, she ducked under. Bubbles rose as she kicked out her paws and went deeper, sweeping the water out of the way. She was an effortless swimmer, as she had needed to be in the Tribe. After all, she was a fish-catcher. She went deeper, the bottomless gloom in front of her just blackness. But she knew the prey would be down there. She then stopped, letting out some air so she would be perfectly still in the water, not floating up or down. Her eyes glinted as she searched below her for the familiar twist of silver. Horizon waited for another few moments, but could not hold her breath any longer. Kicking her hind legs, she rose to the surface. These waters are not as rice as they used to be. she thought solemnly. But she took another breath and ducked under again. This time she was lucky. A school of silver mackrel shot by; her sharp eyes picked out the largest one instantly, over moons of practice. She lashed out her front paw as the fish swam by, not seeing her in the gloom. She managed to hook her claws into it's scales. Dragging it closer, she held on tightly, the fish thrashing about in the water, creating a stream of bubbles. It was almost as big as she was. When it was close enough, she opened her jaws, letting out the last of her breath, and clamped her teeth securely around the neck of the fish, biting deep. Dark, nearly black blood spurted out as if in slow motion. The fish stopped wriggling and fell limp, dragging Horizon down slightly. She gritted her teeth and kicked upwards, breathing hard through her nose as she broke the tossing surface. Another wave of water rolled over her head, and she was momentarily blinded. But she recovered quickly and began to long and hard journey back to shore with the heavy weight in her jaws. It was a relief for her tired limbs when she finally could touch the bottom and dragged the massive mackrel across the pebbles. She dropped it once it was out of the reach of the hungry waves, and shook herself, water droplets sparkling in the dewy moonlight. Panting, she lay down next to her catch and started to lick her fur the wrong way to get her pelt dry. After a few minutes of vigorous washing, Horizon stood again, and shook herself once more, shaking the last of the water off. She was colder than before, but her thick pelt kept her relatively sheltered from the strong wind that was beginning to blow. Still panting, she lay her ears flat against her head for a moment, trying to clear her mind. The crashing of the waves had confused her brain; she had not been hunting from shore in moons. Twitching her whiskers, another few drops of glistening water fell to the ground. Clasping her jaws around her prey again, she started to drag it backwards across the wet sand, grunting with the effort. It was harder over land than through water as the fish did not have it's buoyancy it had in water. I only hope Wavestar will like it, she thought, looking at the fish proudly as she set it down at the base of the cliff, towering above her. A few distant seagulls cawed in the night, and the strong scent of salt was in the air. It was so strong that Horizon didn't notice the other cat padding hesitantly toward her through the darkness. The other cat was near when she she suddenly sensed something and spun round. "Who's there?" she meowed uncertainly into the gloom. Suddenly a fiery pelt came whirling into view; Horizon only had a moment to register the piercing, flaming amber eyes of the cat before he had hit her and bowled her over as easy as a kit might pounce on a leaf. She hissed, and battered the tom's golden underbelly in an attempt to throw him off. But she had never been much of a cave-guard. Her attacker smirked and leaped effortlessly off her. Now she was fully awake, Horizon scented rogue on his pelt. "I'll just take this prey I think, thank you..." the tom growled, swiftly lashing out a forepaw at the fish and hooking it's scales with his claws. But he stopped as he saw Horizon staring at him.
No way. No. It can't be. Horizon's eyes widened. But one of them came back tonight, why not the other? Taking a incredulous step forward, Horizon whispered, "Flamekit?"
Flame stared back at her, the fire slowly dying from his eyes, leaving only sadness as his eyes normally looked. Flamekit? The name stirred a distant memory, hiding for seasons at the back of his mind. Who is this to call me by my name? he thought furiously, taking a step forward. He was not about to be intimidated. "Who are you?" he demanded. But the she-cat seemed to be looking wearily at him. "What is your name?" she meowed hesitantly, as if she was afraid of the answer. Or hopeful. Or both. Flame narrowed his eyes. "What is it to you?" he growled, although his voice had lost it's menace. "I think you might be someone I know." the she-cat meowed shakily. He was slightly scared by the look of fondness in her amber eyes. Amber eyes, exactly like his. "Flame." he replied eventually, and the she-cat gasped. "Why? What's your name?" he demanded, some of the fire creeping back into his eyes. "Horizon." the beautiful golden she-cat whispered. "I'm your mother." Flame stiffened. He had been born a rogue. Who was this fleabag to tell him she was his mother? He was tempted to claw her eyes out just for saying it, but something held him back. He never knew who his mother was. He had been born only with a tom who claimed to be his father. The rogue had taught him all he knew to survive. But once he was caught getting to close to a SandClan patrol, and was killing trying to take a black kit. Now Flame recalled the memory, he remembered the name of the kit. Shadowkit. He hesitated, taking a step back. "How can you be my mother?" he meowed uncertainly, nearly tripping over the huge fish the she-cat had caught. "You were born in SandClan." Horizon whispered, still staring at Flame as if he was about to blow up. As he struggled to take in this strange news, she ploughed onwards. "I was your mother. Shadowkit was your sister. You were stolen by a rogue a week after you were born." Flame shook his head, although he knew he was trying to persuade himself much as her that he wasn't her son. "No, that can't be right," he muttered, but inside he knew that everything fitted into place. It was like a missing part of him had just been filled. Horizon's eyes sorrowed slightly, as if she had been through this experience before. She took a step forward. "Hold on. How come I've never seen you before?" Flame meowed nervously. It was true, he had never seen the golden she-cat in SandClan. Was she trespassing on their territory? His hackles rising, he was about to hiss his thoughts when she answered. "I was with another group of cats." she tilted her head slightly. "Do you want me to explain everything?" Flame narrowed his eyes again. He nodded hesitantly, and Horizon lay down on the white sand, gesturing with her tail for him to do the same. She started to murmur what had happened since Flame had been born. It sounded odd to him that Horizon seemed to know so much about his past; she couldn't just make it up, she only just met him. As she finished her tale, there was only one thing left in Flame's mind. She's my mother. Suddenly overcome with a wave of loneliness, he stood and rushed over to her, pressing his muzzle to the side of hers. He could hear her purr of gratitude and acceptance. "Can I come back to the Clan?" he whispered as they drew apart. Horizon nodded, her eyes shining. "I think so." she meowed simply, and lightly touched his flank with her tail, gesturing him to follow her. She moved forward to the fish, but Flame got there first. Clamping it in his jaws, he lifted it, his strong muscles in his shoulders rippling beneath his fiery flame pelt. He began to follow Horizon back to SandClan. But his mind was racing. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to leave his life as a rogue behind. He had lived many moons in the no-lands, stealing food off Clans where ever possible. He had been comfortable to live that life. But then he thought of the Clan cats. How they would hunt in the thought that they would always have food, even if they didn't catch it themselves. How they would go to their dens knowing they wold have somewhere safe to sleep. Knowing that their Clanmates would do anything to protect them. He realised how selfish he had been. Stealing... he thought glumly, as he nearly tripped over his own paws as he matched pace with his newly found mother, the fish dangling from his jaws. I must make up for it. As he caught sight of the ring of boulders he so often saw as he patrolled the clifftops, searching for his next meal, he wondered what was beyond them. And what faced him.
And the lake will run red...<------------------------- [/sub]
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Post by Folf on Aug 20, 2008 9:52:07 GMT 9
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Raccoonpaw scrambled over the black boulders marking the edge of camp, barely managing to land on his paws. Resisting the urge to pant a bit, the golden-brown tom started to pad slowly across the sand. It hadn't seemed so long ago since he had hunted here with Topazpaw...which, sadly, had been one of the only chances he had taken. Trying to be confident, the apprentice halted to the scent the air...and wait for Starpaw.
Nothing but the sharp tang of salt and sand mixed into the crisp air. The harsh smell made Raccoonpaw shiver under his thick coat, down to his ringed tail-tip.
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Post by Raven.x on Aug 20, 2008 20:40:17 GMT 9
Finally, Starpaw crossed over to Racoonpaw, her silver tabby tail high and her blue eyes shining with delight as her pads touched the white sand. 'Right.' She mewed, jaws parting to bring in the scents of the territory. 'Lets hunt.' She smelt mouse on the air, but it smelt stale. She padded along the beach a bit, nose snuffling at the air three of four times before she stopped, one paw raised.
She had smelt another mouse - this time it was nearer. Following the trail, which was only a little while away, Starpaw spotted the gray shape as it nibbled on something which the apprentice couldn't identify. Crouching low, she tensed her muscles. Her paws seemed to float across the white sand until she finally stopped, not taking her gaze off the small body. She could feel her mouth watering, and with a final breath, she leapt. She landed right in front of the mouse, and it ran forward, trying to escape to the side.
It ran straight into the silver-streaked apprentice's paws. Starpaw grinned with satisfaction killed it with a swift blow. Still beaming from ear to ear, she picked up the limp body in her maw.
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Post by Folf on Aug 24, 2008 1:37:59 GMT 9
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Raccoonpaw was running, as lightly as possible on the white sands, to catch up with his hunting partner. Grateful for his thick coat as another fall wind chilled his paws, the young apprentice finally skidded to a halt besides Starpaw.
"N-n-nice catch!" Stuttered the tom, seeing the dead mouse at the medicine cat's feet. Emerald eyes blinking, he was about to lift his head and sniff out his own prey...when a flash of movement caught his eye. Turning around, Raccoonpaw saw what it was: a black crab skittering across the sand. "Maybe it was drawn out by the sound of us hunting..." mused the apprentice as he took a step forward. The crab froze. He froze, gulping. After a second, the crustacean hurried on.
Watching it for a second more, Raccoonpaw took chase, sand flying as he ran after the crab. The little creature, knowing it was truly in danger now, accelerated in it's little side-walk. Zig-zagging after it, the golden-brown tom was panting within a minute. Emerald eyes tracking it's movements, he spotted an opening. Leaping, the apprentice hit sand...just in time to see the crab burrow under it.
ooc; D= Sorry it's so late! Fail.
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Post by Raven.x on Aug 24, 2008 21:09:34 GMT 9
ooc; That's okay - and I'm not medicine cat... I want to be, but I'm not.. lol]
Scraping the white sand over her kill, Starpaw settled down to watch as Racoonpaw went for a crab. Her muscles tensed, ready to help her friend, and then she saw it skitter under the sand. It was a shame, she thought - crabs could taste so good. 'Oh well.' She mewed sympathetically, coming up to stand beside him. 'Maybe next time, eh?'
The sun was blazing down, but all the she-cat could feel was cold, creeping into the body and choking her. She gaze a shudder, at least her pelt was thick so it wasn't as cold. She glanced at Racoonpaw and saw he didn't seem to be feeling the freeze as much as she did.
Teeth chattering, Starpaw glanced around. Her claws dug into the sand, and her feet felt as though they would fall off with cold. 'Shall we go up there? There might be something else...' She suggested, tail flicking at the end. She pricked her ears. She couldn't hear any prey, but she knew when they got over there she would smell and scent at least something.
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Post by Folf on Aug 25, 2008 0:53:44 GMT 9
ïöð ooc; ...Oopsie daisy. XD Sorry, I completely blanked there!
Raccoonpaw stared at the indent, or the crab's escape-hatch, with some embarrassment creeping up on him. Starpaw, who was trotting over now, had gotten her first catch...but, no need to whine... "Right?" Murmured the tom, standing up from his peeking-into-a-crab's-hidey-hole pose. Glancing over, he noticed that Starpaw was shivering through her tabby coat. Her fangs were even clicking together!
"Shall we go up there? There might be something else..."
Raccoonpaw nodded quickly, before frowning, and then switching to a 'No' head shake. "Y-you look kinda cold," He began, frown growing deeper as he tried to collect his thoughts. "Just....Just don't lick your p-paws! But... y-you'd get sand in your mouth, s-so that's obvious..." Raccoonpaw hunched over as the last foggy breath from his mini-speech vanished. That was obvious! Any cat didn't want a mouthful of gritty sand...Taking in a deep breath, he tried again. "Let's go up to those rocks cause'...it's...warmer there. And birds nest there sometimes...." The golden-brown apprentice shrugged, a tiny sense of being pleased flickering. He hadn't stuttered that time!
He nudged his head towards the cliff-side her was mentioning, emerald eyes watching Starpaw for a sign of agreement.
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Post by Raven.x on Aug 28, 2008 18:13:00 GMT 9
'Okay, then.'
Starpaw felt as if her pelt had turned to ice, but she nodded anyway and started to make her way over to the rocks, quietly, in case the birds in their nests that Racoonpaw had pointed out heard their coming. Picking over the white sand, the silver-furred she-cat started to feel a warmer breeze coming from the rocks. She heaved a sigh of relief.
'That's better.' She murmured, even feeling the sand warm under her pads. She lifted a paw up to examine it and the soft pink pad with rougher black splotches looked unharmed, much to her relief, but there were grains of sand clinging on. Blowing them off, Starpaw set her paw down again and waited for her friend to catch up.
[Gah. Shortness burnzz.]
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Post by Folf on Sept 1, 2008 0:34:09 GMT 9
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Raccoonpaw was startled by how swiftly Starpaw agreed, and then silently dashed to the rocky cliff. Barely having time to blink, he followed at his own loping pace across the blank sides. By the time the tom reached the overhand, he had felt the sand grow softer and warmer as he had crossed over the beach. Shaking some of the sand of his paws, the golden-brown apprentice scrambled up a small rock.
"Th-this any better?" He questioned Starpaw quietly, so not to alert any other cliff-dwellers. And at that moment, Raccoonpaw's round ears caught some movement. Yet, whether do to his flat face or the wind, he couldn't find a smell. The tom reared up and placed his paws against the cliff. Tilting back and peering upwards, his emerald green eyes could spot just a few twigs hanging over the edge...a nest?
Raccoonpaw silently settled back on all fours. "I...I just saw a nest! It's not that high up, and if we keep to right side of the wind, then we could climb up...maybe..." He whispered to his fellow apprentice, glancing to his discovery every few seconds.
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