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Post by Snowstar on Sept 6, 2006 8:59:51 GMT -5
For the second time in only a few days, Snowstar leapt atop the High rock. Many of Thunderclan had begun to disperse, going off to hunt and whatnot after being cooped up in the warrior's den. He hoped that the tempers, which had been running high, had cooled down.
There was an announcement to be made; he still had to decide who would accompany him. With a sigh, but no more hesitation, he yowled, "Will all cats old enough to catch their own prey please assemble beneath the High rock for a Clan meeting!"
He sighed, pausing so that the Thunderclan cats could assemble. After a moment, he began to speak again, his feelings hidden. "There is, for those of you who may have forgotten, a Gathering will be held tonight. I have chosen Flintpelt and Firen -- if they’re well enough to accompany me. However if they are not, Fawnpaw and Brightriver shall come in their place. However, there are many more who I have chosen to accompany us to the Gathering. They are, Rippedbelly – the medicine cat, of course -, Loudthunder, Slager and lastly, Runningfire. "
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Sept 6, 2006 9:35:28 GMT -5
[Is it today? Just wishing to know because I got pm about it and it sounds like you guys are having in the near future. Getting confused. I'll post anyway.]
Rippedbelly returned after a long hunt for Chervil Roots. Her white paws were still covered in dry mud, that was one thing she didn't like about finding them. You have to dig them up out of the ground. Hearing Snowstar's call; she hurried to her den and placed the roots neatly where they need to be.
She had cleaned off most of the mud from her paws but she gave them a few more licks. Rippedbelly wondered about what Snowstar wished to talk about; she knew that a gathering was happening soon. Very soon. she finished her cleaning a hurried outside just in time to hear the last names of the chosen to go. She would be one of them, all medicine cats go to gatherings.
Still she could but wonder if Flintpelt and Firen was going. She looked about for them, Flintpelt and Firen are healing very well. They'll most likely come with us. Rippedbelly thought and glanced up to Snowstar, he was getting better at being a leader.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Sept 6, 2006 11:37:57 GMT -5
Though the usual yowl to gather the cats of ThunderClan that was called into the air did not entirely wake the sleeping tom inside the warriors' den, it did have the virtue of pulling him out of total sleep, placing him in a fuzzy area between the darkness of complete rest and the bright, welcoming light of day streaming through the tight opening of the den. He gave a slow blink, stormy gray lids still pulled half-way over miscolored oculars, and then closed his eyes again, relishing the warmth of the sun on his back, which he had conveniently placed in the way of what he knew was an incoming shaft of illumination. However, his ears pricked in unconscious curiosity as new words echoed into the cooling afternoon air, picking up and sending the whole message meant for the rest of the Clan to the tired male's misted mind. "There is, for those of you who may have forgotten, a Gathering will be held tonight. I have chosen Flintpelt and Firen -- if they’re well enough to accompany me. However if they are not, Fawnpaw and Brightriver shall come in their place. However, there are many more who I have chosen to accompany us to the Gathering. They are, Rippedbelly – the medicine cat, of course -, Loudthunder, Slagar and lastly, Runningfire." A lazy flick of a single streaked audit signified that he had heard and understood every bit of what the leader had said. Then both of the pointed sensors drooped down again, letting him become prepared to sink back into the comfortable shadows from which he had been pulled, where he was sure someone was waiting... and watching... looking for the right moment to pounce out and surprise him. Then the meaning of it all truly hit him. His lids flew upwards as if pulled heavily by some invisible force, and his pupils, on contact with the bright luminescence he had gotten unused to while he slept, retreated into the flaming red and deep, healthy green of his irises. He blinked thrice, trying to organize the newly jumbled thoughts that ran screaming around his head, and finally dragged one kicking and biting from the inextricable mess of his mind. Oh Great StarClan. I'm going to the Gathering. A grin suddenly lit up his shocked face, grabbing the corners of his still mouth to pull them upwards, nearly reaching the base of his ears. The gleaming appearance of his ivory fangs added to the ecstatically joyful look it was all giving him, and he let an excited yell of pure happiness rip from his throat to rebound from the walls of the bush that made up most of the den he was in. "Yeeeeeeeewaoo!" Yes, Flintpelt was one expressive cat when it came to showing just how much his joy could rise up and fill the skies with blazing lights. He had gone back to the warriors' den, nearly entirely healed, after a long while of staying with his beloved Firen inside the Medicine Cat's den. It had given him rest, not having Rippedbelly hovering about near him and his love, and his comfort to find his old den had been obvious to all watching. But now, he would once again have to come back out of that sublime nest of soft, poofy moss and pad into the outside world. And he did so with extremely good will. Leaping to his feet, not caring about the slight pains still present inside his body as his paws began pounding the ground while he approached the Highrock, he kept on grinning joyfully... and once again forgot to watch where he put his paws. Smack, and he was down, tumbling the rest of the way curled into a ball. He came to rest in a thick cloud of dust unfit for the Clan's new deputy, and then juped right back onto his legs, not caring in the least about the clumsiness he had once again shown. Though he may not always be careful, everything he did on purpose was done with a golden heart, and not a single cat in the Clan could say he had done wrong while meaning to. His multicolored gaze immediately came to rest upon the Medicine Cat, cheeks finally reddening at the thought of knowing that everyone had watched his stupid self fall and roll across the ground like some young kit, but he soon pushed the thought away, hoping the leader, who was standing high on his respectful place, would not take away his rank because of such a tiny mistake. It was in his nature to be clumsy, and nothing could remedy that. Perhaps it would just go away as he aged, though he himself seriously doubted it.
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Post by *Rippedbelly* on Sept 6, 2006 12:18:25 GMT -5
Rippedbelly sighed as Flintpelt hurried to his paws, the new deputy wasn’t very graceful at jump or landing for that matter. At this rate ThunderClan well have to choose a new deputy soon. She looked about at the other faces, many which wore a look of shock and humour. Even her own long white whiskers were twitching with amusement, "Are you," she began. Her voice squeaked like a kit's, and she paused to control it. "Are you alright, Flintpelt? You should be a bit careful when going up Highrock, you can lose your footing in a second. I almost did before."
That last part Rippedbelly added so Snowstar and the others wouldn't think of him as clumsy fool. Shaking her head, Rippedbelly got up, walked over to him. She gave Flintpelt a quick run of her nose from nose tip to tail tip. Stepping back she looked to the other cats, “He’s fine just a bit dusty from his landing.” The gathered cats only nodded. Then, she walked back to where she was sitting. As passed by she hissed to Flintpelt, “Don’t try leave us yet! StarClan isn’t interested in a new member, Flintpelt.”
[Best I can do…nice landing!]
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Sept 6, 2006 12:50:50 GMT -5
[Thankee for modifying ^w^ Teehee x33 Danke.]
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Post by Moonstorm on Sept 6, 2006 17:57:39 GMT -5
[Heh....wow, both of Starpaw's mentors are going....I sorta see the reasoning for Starpaw not attending though, seeing she's newly apprenticed. She's not ready for it yet. Maybe the next time, when she's a bit older/wiser. ^^]
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Post by Fernpaw on Sept 7, 2006 9:10:45 GMT -5
((Okay, I'm better now.))
Firen grinned broadly as she saw the miscolored tom tumble head over heels before crashing to a halt. The she-cat let the news she had just heard wash over her. She, a Clan turned rogue, was going to the Gathering!
Unlike her love Flintpelt, Firen did not screech for joy. Instead, a deep, hoarse purr rose from her throat to rumble in her chest. Her eyes burned with joy with such an intensity that even Tigerstar would've been forced to look away.
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