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Post by Stormheart on Feb 26, 2006 21:09:40 GMT -5
Crag decided he needed to work on his nest. He went out into the forest and got as many semi-wet leaves as he could and brought them back. Ever paranoid, his nest was in the center of the den where enemy cats wouldn't look. He carefully laid the leaves into a basket-like bowl so he would be comfortable. After this he looked out at the approaching night and wondered if any other warriors would be coming back to camp soon. He was muttering to himself as he finished the bed and went to the fresh-kill pile. He came back and savagely tore at the vole he had. He noticed the pile was low and needed refilling. He would hunt some tomarrow. He knew how low leaf-bare would bring them. Crag yawned as he waited for the other cats.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 1, 2006 4:01:51 GMT -5
Spiderbreath cautiously poked her head into the warrior's den, and took a wary sniff before attempting to place her paw down on the soft moss inside. Her eyes shifted to the tom resting smack-dab in the middle of the nests, and she hesitated. After a moment of silent thinking, the quiet she-cat took another step inside, and quickly retreated to the far back of the den. Her thin, thorn-sharp claws raked moss into a soft and jumpy pile of frothy green interspersed with brown, and she lay down upon it, paws close to chest. Her yellow-amber gaze stayed fixed upon the immobile form of the tom, Crag. Her breaths rattled in her throat, giving her the great desire to cough. But coughing would do nothing to help, she knew. It would only aggravate the situation, and she would end up having to immerse her head in water to stop the fit.
Her eyelids drooped as she kept staring alertly at the feline, and she blinked to get them to open again. But her eyes seemed to stay glued shut, and she drifted into needed sleep.
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Post by Stormheart on Mar 2, 2006 20:30:41 GMT -5
Crag's head nodded and he sensed the she-cat. He could smell the sickness on her. He recoiled from its stench. However, he did feel slightly sorry for her. He had lost his parents to sickness, and so it worried him that the cat was sick. Of course it was just to make sure he didn't get sick but still...
He stood up and somewhat stupidly said, "Uh, Spiderbreath can I get you something?" He almost hit himself after he said it. Clearly he was losing his mind in this sea of simpletons. He needed to get out more. He sighed and waited for an answer.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 3, 2006 3:22:55 GMT -5
The tabby she-cat jumped awake as the tom's voice echoed in her ears. She blinked a moment before turning, wary of his presence, even though he did sound like he only wanted to help. She opened and closed her mouth, searching for words, but nothing came at the moment. Then, words began coming out of her mouth, for only for a few seconds.
"Why? I'm not sick."
She tilted her head questioningly at Crag. She thought all the cats knew of her rattle-breath voice. How could this single one think she was sick? She would know if that happened, and would already be at the Medicine Cat's den.
When the tom didn't answer, she set her head back down on her paws, willing herself to sleep. But the soft cushions of darkness that rest brought did not appear. Her yellow eyes stayed wide open, and even if she closed them for a few seconds at a time, they did not droop when she opened them again. Sighing in resignation, she decided to just lay there. Maybe the tom would go away.
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Post by Stormheart on Mar 3, 2006 21:05:20 GMT -5
Crag realized his mistake and cursed himself. He was too paranoid. Oh well, at least the she-cat was ok. She had gone to sleep and Crag didn't want to disturb her. He needed some air. He got up and padded towards the exit, sighing. He pushed his way through the overgrowth and emerged into the camp. He quickly stretched himself and started towards the forest going to hunt for the fresh-kill pile. He trotted away from the den and Spiderbreath.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 5, 2006 11:13:44 GMT -5
Another sigh escaped the tabby she-cat's lips, though this time it was one of relief. Her body untensed as the tom left the den, and she let out the breath that she found she had held while waiting. The air rattled in her throat again, making her uncomfortable, and she changed the rythme of her breathing to change the annoying sound to a softer, purr-like noise. With this even, soft rumble echoing in her ears, her eyelids closed once more and she fell asleep.
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 15, 2006 1:08:06 GMT -5
((Excuses, but Spider is not tiny. She wants to make herself tiny. But she is not so. And she's not sick. Her cough is just the remnant of a moon-old greencough she had once as a kit. Blackcough does not exist.
Crag is already gone, and you can't say what he did unless he's your cat. Otherwise, it's powerplay.
There are no other cats than Shadowspirit and Spiderbreath in the den for now, or Spideh wouldn't even have tried to enter. She's scared of big crowds.
That post needs to be ten sentences long.
And your char isn't even accepted, so you're not supposed to be RPing it yet. I'll let it go this once, but don't post again until Shadow is accepted.
Thank you for understanding and not harrassing me with hatemails xP I'm just trying to help.))
Spiderbreath woke with a start. She could never get good sleep these days.
Creamy orange hackles still raised from the sudden waking she had undergone, she buried her crimson muzzle in the crook of her forelegs, desperately trying to fall into sleep again. Her earthy brown ear flicked in exasperation as nothing happened, and she lifted her head again, amber eyes blinking as the lighting changed from stuffy darkness to frigid luminescence.
When she had gotten used to the amount of light in the den, she noticed that another tom had entered the cramped dome of interwoven branches, mud and leaves. His pelt was a stark black, and made quite a contrast compared to the rich green of his bed's moss and the warm golden sunlight outside. He was sleeping peacefully, side extending at every intake of breath.
The striped she-cat noticed how different they were. The tom's pelt was smooth and clean, of an ebony hue, while her own was filled with burrs and debris, of a creamy orange color and striped with yellow and brown. Shadowspirit, as she remembered he was called, had short fur, not deformed in any way, when the hairs around her wrists, tail and ear tips spiked up like ridges of broken stone. He had a monotone color, with no changes, no nothing, and her coat colors kept changing. Different colored stripes, crimson feet and muzzle, brown ears. On it went. They were all different from her in some ways. All of them.
If only, if only, she thought bitterly, and stuffed her head back into her forelegs. She maybe couldn't get to sleep, but she wouldn't show it. If she ignored them, they would ignore her;
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Post by Shadowspirit on Mar 15, 2006 8:49:23 GMT -5
((I deleted it then there!))
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Post by Spiderbreath||Soul on Mar 15, 2006 9:33:35 GMT -5
((Why'd you do that? Now I need to delete my post, because it's like your dude never came. You didn't have to delete, only wait until your char was accepted to post again.
But oh well. Doesn't matter. I'll leave it there, but I'll tell everyone to ignore it.
So...yeh xD Ignore the above post.
And sorreh for OOC only.))
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