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Post by Rainstorm on Apr 9, 2006 11:43:09 GMT -5
Darkshadow padded into the Warriors' Den, his paws heavy from the long hunt he had just had. He had had to make three trips back out after returning to camp to get the rest of his prey. After finally being able to rest, he had taken a skinny vole from his pile of fresh-kill, leaving the plump, juicy animals for the rest of the Clan. Now, he chewed it in silence as he lay on his mossy nest.
When he was finished, he washed himself and then curled up in his nest before closing his eyes, waiting for the peacefulness of sleep to wash over him. But it did not come. He lay there awake, thinking over all that had gone wrong in his kithood, for a long time before exhaustion finally overcame him and he drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Apr 10, 2006 11:38:02 GMT -5
In the shadowed corner of the den, the dark figure of a striped she-cat moved almost unnoticeably. Amber eyes flashed open, their startling brilliant yellow-orange colors showing up for a single split second, and then disappearing as the feline rolled over onto her side. Crimson-tipped ears betrayed what could have been the sleeping form of a normal she-cat, perked high on her head, searching for a noise she obviously did not find. Somewhat relaxed, she settled down again, muscles that had tensed for a few moments releasing their spring-tight hold. Breath, which had become nervous and wary as the tom had entered the cool, darkened area, became easier, though this adjective would probably not describe it enough. As soon as the tightness escaped it, the sound it created in the feline's throat approached the rattle of a snake more closely than anything else. Body moved again, restless and still uneasy at the prospect of being near another cat. Eyes opened once more, staring intensely at the male's ebony pelt. It was strange. An enormous amount of felines had such a pelt, a uniform white or black. It was getting quite dull, really. At least some other, she hoped, had a coat with varying hues. But her usual pessimistic self took over, and she was soon thinking about the many reasons why there wouldn't be one cat like her. The list she created, though some of the reasons would probably have made not a sliver of sense to anycat but herself, went on and on, and she soon had to stop. Eyes were still fixed upon brute's form, and she quickly whisked them away, afraid to be seen staring with such a force in her creamy orange orbs.
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Post by Aleen on Apr 24, 2006 16:51:40 GMT -5
A tabby Siberian tom padded into the warrior's den, his eyes glowing brightly. His powerful muscles rippled with movement, visible even through his long brown pelt. As usual, he was in a good mood, his amber optics full of life. Seeing Darkshadow laying asleep in his nest, obviously exhausted, the young warrior, known as Hazelblaze, let his shoulders droop slightly, disappointment slowly filling him. Seeing Spiderbreath in a corner, his enthusiasm returned. "Hello Spiderbreath!" he said, his voice friendly. "Do you want to go hunting with me? I'm try to come up with a small hunting patrol, but I'm not having much luck. You feel like joining me?" He cocked his head to one side and waited for an answer. As he waited he studied the she-cat's pelt, so much color for one cat. It amazed him every time he saw her, though he was careful not to show it. Hazelblaze didn't want to seem rude by gaping at her, especially since they were Clanmates and saw each other everyday. He patiently waited for her reply.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Apr 25, 2006 0:43:22 GMT -5
As another tom stepped into the den, Spiderbreath flinched visibly away. Her breath came ragged and grating in her throat, and she felt the faint, ticklish sensation of a cough creeping up from her lungs. Holding the air inside her to stop the terrible itching from rising upward anymore, amber oculars glanced swiftly over to the male who had just padded in. He was a tabby, that she was sure of, and also seemed Siberian. But she couldn't make out much more. Her knowledge of cat breeds was not very big. Eyes stayed fixed on the feline's features for a few fleeting moments, and then Spiderbreath turned away, her breath released as the sensation she had felt earlier on disappeared into nothingness.
She jumped as a cheery voice called out her name. The tom must've seen her move, and then decided to talk to her. She froze instantly, the only movement in her body a slight tremor, as if she was in intense fear. Eyes flickered momentarily to the male behind her, and she decided to let up and answer, since he'd already seen her. Letting a thin sigh rattle in her throat, she twisted her neck to look round and gazed coldly at the feline before her. A hunt? Well, sure. If I'm alone. She noticed that his eyes ran over her pelt, down the various markings, crimson, yellow and brown, covering the orange fur, studying her. Slightly unnerved, as she always was when any cat looked intensely at her, she edged farther away and answered in her wheezy, rattling voice, whisper-like and harsh at the same time.
"Maybe. Where?"
Her reply had been quick and short, as it was her custom to be. She never bothered to say much more, since words were what worsened a situation half of the time. Or, at least, that was her excuse for her behavior.
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Post by Aleen on Apr 25, 2006 15:52:42 GMT -5
Seeing the she-cat's discomfort sent a wave of guilt shooting through Hazelblaze's body. He didn't mean to make any cat feel uncomfortable around him and disliked when he did. Trying to keep his voice even and friendly like before, the tom replied, "Well, that depends on how much you'd like to hunt and for how long. I don't really care on either, so it's completely up to you."
He gave his chest a few quick licks before looking out of the den at the camp center. Turning back to Spiderbreath, the young warrior was careful to look straight in her eyes, forgetting the effect his bright optics sometimes had on other cats. He wanted to see her expression clearly and he'd found that the eyes were a cat's clearest way to do so. Always wanting to learn more about everyone and everything around him, that was Hazelblaze's way. Also, he wanted to see if the discomfort left her or not.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Apr 25, 2006 23:47:53 GMT -5
Spiderbreath pondered this again, eyelids dropping over amber oculars for a moment, making it seem as if she had fallen back into the deep black folds of sleep. Thoughts sped through her mind. She did not know how to deal with this predicament, as she considered it. Eyes flickered open for a fleeting second to glance at the tom nervously, and then hid behind lids again. How? How? How? Another thought crept into her mind. What if I just hunted for once? It might be better than hiding all the time. She mentally strangled herself, crushing this idea immediately. Her nature could not let her do such a stupid thing. At least, what seemed stupid to her. She sighed faintly, unable to come up with a solution, and raised her lids again, revealing the golden-orange iris underneath. Gaze rested on the other feline, letting him wonder what answer would come. The tom stared right back. Spiderbreath looked away, bothered slightly by this intense look, and finally spoke her reply.
"Not too long, it might rain. And nowhere near the Carrion place. We might find a fox. And... uh..."
She faltered to think of another excuse, but could not, and glanced at the tom again to continue on, hackles raised slightly in her nervousness.
"And that's all."
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Post by Aleen on Apr 26, 2006 16:53:33 GMT -5
It was becoming more and more obvious that Spiderbreath wasn't looking forward to hunting, making Hazelblaze even more determined that she had a good time doing so.
"If we do come across a fox, I think we can handle it. If not, let's plan on running back to camp as if BloodClan itself was after us."
The tom didn't expect much of a reaction toward his joke, and after a few more heartbeats of simply staring at her, he realized something. She wasn't uncomfortable because of him, specifically, but from the attention that no other cat had given her up until now. I hope this goes okay he thought. There was no telling how this was going to end up, but Hazelblaze sincerely wanted it to be alright. This was his Clan and he wanted every cat to be able to look to him as a friend when they needed it. The young warrior knew when he had decided it that it would take a while, but he was determined to do it. After waiting a bit longer, he started toward the den entrance. He looked back at the she-cat and, with a flick of his tail, asked, "Well, are you coming?" His voice still had all its usual friendliness as he asked this, but it also somehow held a tad of impatience that wasn't usually there. He flicked his tail again as he waited for the Spiderbreath to follow.
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Post by Katze on Apr 27, 2006 22:12:54 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for this, but isn't it NightClan, not BloodClan? Bleh, dunno.
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Post by Aleen on Apr 28, 2006 11:39:26 GMT -5
((No, I meant BloodClan, from the original Warrior books. It's like threatening a kit that if her doesn't get to sleep Tigerstar's going to come for him.))
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Post by Katze on May 7, 2006 19:47:55 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry... *smacks head* Clan cats don't know NightClan exists yet.
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Post by Aleen on May 7, 2006 20:19:51 GMT -5
((Ah, it's okay. We all have our days, no offense ))
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Post by Katze on May 7, 2006 20:29:38 GMT -5
OOC: Seems like I have been having those days a lot lately....
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 8, 2006 8:26:50 GMT -5
As soon as the sentence left the tom's lips, Spiderbreath let her golden gaze rest on his face, one eyebrow raised in a questioning, and also slightly intimidating, way, as if she was telling him not to try to make her laugh. This was the first time she did not act truly scared towards someone. Troubled by her own behavior, she shifted her position, turning her head away so she wouldn't look at him anymore, or be tempted into that strange feeling of scorn she had felt a moment before. She faltered for an answer, crimson maw hanging slightly ajar, opening and closing silently as mind whirred to find the right response. However, it seemed her mouth had a mind of its own. Without truly meaning it, words poured from her throat, their sharp tones surprising to anyone who truly knew the inhibited she-cat.
"BloodClan doesn't exist anyone. Why talk about it if it is extinct?"
Jumping faintly at her own speech, her hackles raised in nervousness again. What was wrong with her? Was she going mad? She'd always been away from everyone, scared of everything. Now she was talking, talking, almost as if... as is she held herself superior. Shaking her head, vermilion-tipped ears pressed down upon her skull in fear, she banished the strange feeling sweeping her up. She could feel the old fears coming back, creeping inside her brain, entering her every thought, and felt relieved that she was not completely changed. But the thought of apologising for her own behavior, excusing her actions, did not even cross her mind. She had never done anything to hurt one's feelings before. And she had never excused herself. Why start now, of all moments, when her day was already going haywire? She hadn't even payed attention to his last words. The three short pronunciations did not seem to reach her ears. She turned her head again, glancing upon the tom's features, her terror keeping her from looking at him full on. Twiddling her foretoes nervously, she heaved herself to her paws, muscles stiff and tense as she stepped past Hazelblaze, carmine-tipped tail twitching lightly from its lowered position. Legs were bent as she stepped into the sunlight, and she kept to the sides of the den as she advanced, slowly stepping towards the camp border. Her voice was urgent and whisper-like as she called back to the male, the tell-tale wheeze of that day long ago when she had gotten green-cough still present in her tones.
"Let's go."
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Post by Aleen on May 8, 2006 17:05:19 GMT -5
The tom expression didn't change in the least at Spiderbreath's words, though his eyes might have widened ever so slightly in surprise. Somehow he had gotten two complete sentences in response from the she-cat, and she had spoken above a whisper. Even if she hadn't agreed to go hunting with him that was more than he had expected. He watched in silence as she seemed to be asking herself if this was really a good idea. What thoughts or fears might be advising her against it? Hazleblaze sincerely hoped she wouldn't change her mind. She needed someone to help her overcome her fears, and since he had volunteered to do so, though he hadn't realized it at the time, that was what he was determined to do. That was how the young warrior did things, and he couldn't change who he was in the blink of an eye. As the she-cat stepped past him Hazleblaze felt a bit uneasy. It was obvious how tense she was, how.... scared, maybe? He couldn't quite tell, but he knew Spiderbreath didn't want to do this. Hazelblaze, what have you gotten yourself into? the brown tabby thought as he turned to follow the female warrior. StarClan please help me not mess this up!
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on May 8, 2006 23:37:16 GMT -5
((So... where to? Carrion Place?))
Glancing backwards to see if the tom had changed his mind about coming, or if he was following her, she saw with a twinge of regret that he would be keeping his word and coming along on the hunt. She quickly turned her golden gaze away, the hackles on her spine still raised, resembling quite closely the ridges of fur on her wrists and ankles. Crimson muzzle pointed down to the ground as she thought about what she should do next, body still paralized in fear and apprehension, totally unaware that she was plainly visible against the close background of brown and green creating the den behind her. Without her full assent, as the words before had seemed to escape her throat of their own will, her muzzle had wrinkled back, revealing the two rows of lethal gleaming fangs adorning her jaws. Pupils had morphed to mere slits in her anxiety, and eyes were wide open to notice any change in her surroundings. It was as if she expected an attack directed on the camp at any moment. It was true that not so long ago, a pair of badgers had attacked, wounding both the Deputy and a few warriors. But her fears, all in all, were irrational. Darn, darn, darn, darn. Why'd I agree? Why? Why? I'm sure we'll be ripped to pieces by a badger or something, or a two-leg will crash through the swamp with a monster and we'll be crushed flat, or an eagle's gonna swoop down and take me, or I'm going to sink in the mud, or I'll get lost and never find my way back again, or... Her mind kept coming up with different ideas on how she would die, and it did nothing to appease her. She was paranoid, that was obvious. And on the list went. Or he'll turn on me. Yeah, that's it. This is just a plan to get me alone out there and get rid of me. Yes, I just know it is. Well, I won't give him the satisfaction of killing me. I'll... I'll escape, one way or another. Escape. That was the only thing she had been doing for moons and moons. And she was still doing it.
Taking a deep breath, preparing herself to lose the tom in the grasses and mud, she took another glance backward. A prick of satisfaction poked her mind, and she turned again, looking straight forward with her golden eyes, gaze framed by the crimson, amber, yellow and brown fur of her pelt. Muscles coiled tightly as she prepared to leap to the brambles around the camp and wriggle under. Sinew untensed suddenly, sending her into the air like an arrow from a bow. A simple flash of multi-colored fur would be the most of what another watching cat would see of her. Paws landed lightly in front of the thick thorn bushes, legs following immediately, swiftly accompanied by body, which pressed itself close to the ground and sped under the confining wall. Once on the other side, Spiderbreath allowed herself a sigh of relief. She was out of the camp, and the tom was still in their. Sometimes, her thin and sickly condition was quite useful.
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