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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 21, 2006 10:04:34 GMT -5
Sunpelt basked in the warm light. Dropping an obese vole into the pile, the she-cat picked up a scrawny chaffinch (sp?). She had always been one for the clan, and would think of others first. Sunpelt knew that she hadn't brought much, but she didn't care. A few bones and feathers was all she needed. But the she-cat was much hungrier than that.
Sunpelt sighed, as she finished. Why was no one here? Had they all taken their share and went to go eat with their friends? Sunpelt had never had any true friends. Her only two aquantences (sp!!!) were Fawnkit and Fernkit. The she-cat wanted a warrior friend, one whom she could share gossip with, and one whom she would be nearby. Then, shadowed thoughts flew through her mind as she basked in the sunlight.
Why was no one here? Were they scared of her? Did they think that she would be disloyal to the clan? the dark and masked thoughts of her father floated through her mind. They all seemed so possible. Shadowheart, a dark warrior of Thunderclan, whom had passed on, was her father.
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 21, 2006 10:14:17 GMT -5
Brightriver padded to the fresh-kill pile, she was about to pick a Finch up to eat when she saw Sunpelt. She was always wary of Sunpelt. She had a dark history from her father. But Brightriver was a kind cat and wasn't one to hurt anyone's feelings. Brightriver picked the Finch up and slowly padded twords Sunpelt. Despite her wariness of Sunpelt she tried to stay calm. Not to flounder around in her emotions of Sunpelt.
Ok, Brightriver. Stay calm, no need to panic this isn't shadowheart, yes his daughter, but.... Brightriver thought.
She slowly sat down sort-of-kind-of near Sunpelt. She still couldn't help the compelling unatraction she had twords Sunpelt.
"Er-um, hi Sunpelt." Brighriver said slowly.
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 21, 2006 10:22:09 GMT -5
The dark thoughts whisped away like Cirrus clouds, or a leaf in the breeze. Her eyes flashed with the warmth of the sun. Sunpelt had a new respect towards Brightriver. Sunpelt had always tried to be kind to others, respect them, and understand their ways, but for some reason, the cats were still afraid of her. Thank Starclan that she has some bravery in that head of hers! Sunpelt thought to herself.
"Hello Brightriver" Sunpelt said simply.
(sorry. I know that isn't 10 sentances, but that is all I could think of at this time.)
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 21, 2006 10:29:56 GMT -5
Brightriver didn't know what else to say. She was nervous of this. But Sunpelt wasn't a bad cat. Her father was though. But she couldn't help that. It wasn't exactly a good reason to avoid her. But still, Brightriver couldn't help, but wonder if Sunpelt would follow in her father's paw steps. It didn't seem like it could happen, because Sunpelt seemed nice enough. Brightriver was the social type of cat. But she wasn't as talkative as some cats. Shenandoah was a nice cat. But one thing that itched at Brightriver like a tick was that she didn't have a warrior name. But that didn't mean she was bad at all. It was a bit out of place in Brightriver's sense of opinion though.
"So, how was the hunting?" Brightriver asked Sunpelt trying to get a conversation going.
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 21, 2006 18:25:17 GMT -5
Sunpelt didn't speak. Just nod. She knew that shaky voice all to well. Brightriver was afraid. A spark glimmered inside of Sunpelt. The she-cat before her was scared of her, which meant, that Sunpelt had a kind of power over her. Sunpelt smirked, but masked it well with a smile. She was a kind cat at heart, but she was known for a scorning tongue, and an unforgivable past. But a kind smile would mask these givings. Her talent at being as kind as she could be, still had a lingering shadow cast over it. Suddenly, out of the blue, Sunpelt spoke.
"The hunting is fine Brightriver. Would you like a mouse or something? You look hardly fed." She said quietly. Sunpelt meant no offense, but her thoughts were for the clan first. She needed to prove her loyalty greatly, her father being Shadowheart, the selfish fiend, and her grandmother being Rustlingleaf, of Windclan (back on wcv2). They had told her many a time, that she only has four paws, and with the clan she is in now, she had triple times the loyalty. Nothing would get in her way, except for her father's lingering spirit.
"Would you like to go hunting, or at least patroling?" Sunpelt started. "It is a wonderful day out."
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 21, 2006 19:19:51 GMT -5
"Well, yes, I should like that very well." Brightriver said hiding her nervousness. If it was one thing she hated, it was cats having power over her. She had free will. She didn't have to do anything anyone said. And if Sunpelt suddenly turned around and started trying to make her do things. Well, Brightriver would high tail it out of there. End of story. Brightriver still was wary of Sunpelt, but tried to to hide it though. Brightriver didn't have a haunted past at all.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 22, 2006 11:00:32 GMT -5
Firen padded over with a plump squirrel clutched in her powerful jaws. She eyed the two she-cats warily. As a born rogue, she was hated by all the Clan cats, and she wouldn't put it past these two she-cats to pass a snide remark on rogues as she passed. The gorgeous she-cat circle the two, giving them a wide berth before she deposited the kill on the pile. She prepared to slink away, hopefully before any spotted her . . .
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 22, 2006 11:32:53 GMT -5
Shenandoah looked around nervously. Again she had the feeling of being watched. Yet, there was nothing staring at her. Then she noticed Firen. She was born as a rouge. Shenandoah hated rouges, loners, and kittypets. She highly distrusted them. But still, Shenandoah hated to upset others to she stayed calm and cool.
Firen did try her best to be loyal. She could see that. And she knew she couldn't help her heritage and being born as a rouge. Shenandoah looked Firen over slowly. Her glassy sort eyes moving to look over the silky body of Firen. Shenandoah calmly said, "Hello there Firen." Shenandoah
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 22, 2006 11:54:29 GMT -5
Firen turned her head, her eyes burning defiantly. Shenandoah was known for loathing all rogues and loners. The she-cat dipped her head courteously and mewed, "Hello." Firen cast an experienced eye over the she-cat's body, judging her size and strength. The firey colors of the she-cat's pelt looked like tongues of flame licking up her sides to consume her. Firen asked bluntly, "Was there something you wanted?"
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 22, 2006 14:03:53 GMT -5
Shenandoah kept her cool and said, "Well nothing much." She tried to hide her hatred of rouges. Shenandoah instinctively unsheathed her claws, in and out. It was hard for her desires to over come her personal instinct to attack rouges. It was like a fight between desire and person instinct, except the battle was going on inside her mind.Ok, Shenandoah keep calm. No need to attack Firen. She's just trying to be loyal, not cause trouble. Shenandoah thought trying to calm herself.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 22, 2006 14:21:24 GMT -5
Firen saw Shenandoah's claws and stiffened. "Then I'll be going," she said icily. She lifted her head high and stalked away, showing the she-cat that she was not afraid of her. Just let her try and attack me, Firen thought bitterly. She'd find out that I can fight as well as any Clan-born Clan cat. The firey she-cat spat a curse under her breath and stalked away.
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 22, 2006 14:27:01 GMT -5
Shenandoah narrowed her eyes at Firen. It seemed an anceint fire whithin her wanted to break free. A fire to attack Firen. But she knew Firen was just as good at battling as she was. Sheandoah didn't like how Firen's voice dripped with coldness. Her personal instincts thought it was just like a loner to be cold. But her desires thought other wise.
"Then supposed we may meet again soon shan't we?" Shenandoah called after Firen.
(Meh, I like using old English frases from the Narnia series. n_n) Shenandoah stayed at the same spot, looking after Firen.
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Post by Fernpaw on Mar 23, 2006 9:02:31 GMT -5
Firen turned, her voice icy, "I suppose we shall," she called back. Her eyes dared Shenandoah to attack her, Go on, Shenandoah. Attack me! I see it in your eyes, that's what you want. You won't get far if you try. She nodded her head to be respectful, but just enough, and turned and stalked away.
((Eww! I cannot think of anything right now. Sorry!))
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Post by Brightriver on Mar 23, 2006 9:28:12 GMT -5
(That's ok. Perhaps if you think I about it you can come up with something more.)
Shenandoah nodded her head,"Yes we shall." She said.
She tried to relax. She couldn't, Firen the rouge just out of her grasp. Shenandoah dug her claws into the ground and growled lowly. This wasn't going to go anywhere good at all. Shenandaoh wanted to shreik in anger. But she held it back.
Shenandoah kept her muscles tense as if the hawk that attacked her as a kit was going to rake its claws over her once again. She remembered the horrific experiance. But that jist did not explain her hatred for rouges, and other non Clan cats. It was a hawk not a non Clan cat. But perhaps, someday that answer would come to her.
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Mar 23, 2006 13:14:54 GMT -5
Sunpelt watched eagerly at the two friends. She knew that their hatred for each other would grow with instinct, to protect their beliefs. The fire grew inside of Sunpelt. Her glowing green eyes whisped into a magnificent blue. Dark as night, and well known throughout the Clan, the heart of a deciever was within Sunpelt. Her loyalty would never be passed by for her own thoughts and recollections, but Sunpelt's consciousness was screaming. The piercing sound of an intruder within Sunpelt's own mind blinded her, and she silently blinked, staring straight ahead. Then, Sunpelt realized what horrible crime her father had possessed.
Shadowheart was looking through Sunpelt's eyes.
The she-cat stood up, and then fell over, rolling around in the dust. She frantically yowled, clawing the air. SHe looked like a maniac from the outside, but on the inside, the battle was totally different.
Sunpelt's eyes glazed a grayish haze from the outside, but they worked perfect on the inside of her brain. On a vast, open territory, Sunpelt felt so unprotected. She longed for the leaves, the trees, and the sunlight. The dark sky around her clouded with storms. Her father stood straight ahead.
"This is your grandmother's territory. Windclan terrain. This terf is forbidden to you. You must understand that." He said quietly. He meowed only a whisper, but it echoed and boomed across the open moorland. "The only reason that dark attacks, and the only reason it is twisted and evil, until it becomes insane, is because it is in denail. Treat the Night like an equal. Love the Moon as you Love the Sun. Starclan must balance light and dark." He continued. He was sitting there, abnd gazing into the sky. A cloud moved by, and the moonlight shone on him, making the black cat glow wonderously. Then, Shadowheart spoke again. "My beloved Sunpelt. You and your brother make me so proud. I understood the balance between light and dark, hence Nightkit and Sunkit. You are kin. You must accept that" His booming voice trailed away.
"Never!"Sunpelt hissed. It wasn't Shadowheart who was bringing her to the darkness. It was herself, trying to escape it. But focusing on it only made it worse.
Just then, the Windclan territory swirled, and Sunpelt found herself lieing by the Fresh-kill pile, with many a cat staring at her.
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