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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 13, 2006 9:34:35 GMT -5
At his mates vehemenent words, Dragonfang winced. The brute could see that Spiderthorn had not realized the most horrible part in this scene. He wasn't devestated because Soul might soon die---in fact, he mumbled, "Heck with her!" but then decided it was best that she live so that she wouldn't bother him in StarClan---he was horrified becuase he knew that she had gone to NightClan at her own will. She had chose to join the Clan, and they were testing her.
He leaned over the water, opened his mouth, and blew out a warm, steady stream of breath. It danced across the surface, causing ripples to dapple the image playing before them. Then, the water grew hard like glass and the image froze. It slowly began transperant, and then it finally disappeared. When it was gone, the glass resumed being the Pool.
Dragonfant nudged Spiderthorn, "Let's go," he murmured. Inside, he cringed. He hoped the famous "Spideh Wrath", wouldn't turn against him. For all he knew, his mate might've wanted to keep watching to find out what happened. But he couldn't let her. Spiderthorn was so naive and blind to the real world sometimes, that she saw only what she wanted to see. And what she wanted to see was that her grandkit was trapped and was almost inevitably going to be killed.
Rainwhisker stood, astonished. In all his life, he had never seen Clawfoot actually laugh. Really laugh. He had never seen her double over, tears streaming down her face, and was by the end of the fit to weak to even stand so she flopped to the ground. Rainwhisker had never seen anything like it. He cocked his head at Spiderfang, wiggling his ears comically, his puzzled expression speaking clearly, "Did you ever see her like this?" The young warrior looked back over at the giggling she-cat. When Rainwhisker was sure she was looking at him, he wiggled his ears, crossed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, while his tail waved wildly from behind him. She would surely get a kick out of that, especially since she was still laughing.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 13, 2006 12:05:50 GMT -5
(('Spideh Wrath' xDDDDDDD Ya do know how to make me laugh. Could we go to the StarClan camp? I want to begin RPing Shortleg, aka Shortstar.))
The dark tangerine she-cat froze for a moment as the picture on the rippling waters of the majestic Lake stopped and began fading, and the savage expression of fury slowly melted from her face as she sagged forwards, looking extremely exhausted. It was always tiring for her to get angry, since most of the feelings she had felt for half of her life had been fear or reclusion, and a submissive attitude towards any other, including loners and rogues. Lids closed slightly over auburn oculars, giving her a considerably sleepy look, and she drooped lower, crested paws slipping on the dusty ground. At the touch of the water on the tips of her toes, however, she jerked backwards, fully awake once again. An aspect of confusion took over her features for a while, since she couldn't quite place the happenings up until there. At Dragonfang's nudge, she soon remembered what had happened, and a slight look of regret entered her orbs. However, obedient and silent, she stood up, and padded to her beloved one's side. Giving him a warm, comforting glance and a reassuring blink, her eyes obviously showing she wouldn't get mad at him, she pressed her flank against his own, hoping to get a bit of recomfortation from the warmth of the tom's coat beside her. She'd hate to be alone at that moment, and didn't want to continue watching the fight. It was as if she could tell nothing good would come out of it. And nothing would.
Spiderfang gave a slow shake of his ebony head in answer to Rainwhisker's silent question, emphasizing upon his point, obviously saying "Nu-uh. No way." Then he quickly turned back to stare at his sister, pale blue eyes wide in confusion and worry. It was never a good sign when the usually austere she-cat changed suddenly, and this sure was sudden. A lithe paw lifted from the tan-hued earth to pick at the tom's teeth with an unsheathed claw, a plain sign of nervousness in the young warrior male, formerly of ShadowClan and now living as a talking spirit in the lands of StarClan. The hint of a smile tugged at his mouth at this thought, but soon disappeared as he continued staring at his older sibling, stronger sibling, wondering what the farg was happening here. At the silver ShadowClanner's grimace, meant to amuse her even more, Clawfoot went into even more gales of raucous laughter, thick padded paws now waving wildly in the air as chuckles burst out from her throat in series of giggling sounds. Pale gray eyes were closed tight, trying to stop the flow of tears now streaming down her thick-set face, all of them more from merriment than pain from her consctricted ribs. Finally, she began settling down, the laughter lessening in her chest as she gasped out a sentence. "You... you look... like... a bull... bullfrog... who's got a fly stuck... stuck on his nose!" The end of the phrase finished with a wheeze of a breath as she started laughing again, hitting the ground roughly with clenched paws in extreme amusement. And slowly, slowly, she edged towards the bank of the Lake, unaware of the danger she was running.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 13, 2006 12:17:57 GMT -5
((Sure sure.))
Dragonfang pressed his muscular body close to his mate's side. "It was her choice, Spiderthorn," he murmured in her ear, golden oculars wide with concern. She was so tired! It was always physically and mentally draining when you saw your offspring facing danger, no matter if they inflicted it purposefully upon themselves. The adrenaline rush the brute had when he saw Soul with the NightClan cats nearly knocked him off his paws. He purred comfortingly in Spiderthorn's ear, trying to turn her back into the lively she-cat he knew and loved so well.
Rainwhisker, needless to say, was immensely pleased with his success at getting Clawfoot to laugh all the harder. As soon as she subsided from gales to giggles, the young tom puffed out his cheeks, squatted and did his best imitation of a bullfrog croak. It came out as a deep, bass mew.
"Me-oa-ck!" he tried to croak. He leaped into the air, landing on all four paws, puffing out his cheeks and croaking again. He hopped after Clawfoot, beckoning with his tail for Spiderfang to follow. In mid-croak, Rainwhisker froze. He abandoned his bullfrog-mascapade and began running, shouting, "Clawfoot, you nincompoop! Watch out! You're right by the Lake!"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 14, 2006 7:37:15 GMT -5
((Danke :333 And I see you changed your Rainwhisker and Rancour quote n_n I always keep an eye on those details.))
At Dragonfang's gentle attempts to return the usual joyful smile to her tangerine face, a slight twitch developed at the corner of the she-cat's mouth, pulling it slowly upwards. Maw reached upwards to nudge the tom's cheek softly, giving him a small, soothing lick, a rough purr echoing once more inside the depths of her throat constricted by pure adoration. She was just fine. A bit tired, yes, and emotionally drained of energy because of her towering rage and the fear she had felt deep inside her heart for her descendent, but also confused by what her mate had said. It was her choice? What the farg did that mean? Shrugging inwardly, the female pushed it away for the moment, returning to the present. She needed Dragonfang, and he needed her, if she went by all the happenings that had come and passed in their old life down below, and the new events that day. Thinking about this, she glanced upwards towards to sun. Why was it here, and so high in the sky? Last time she had seen the heavens, they had been illuminated by starlight and the great glowing sphere of the moon. The smile upon her maw widened. What a strange place StarClan was. Such a very... uncommon area. Changing times, friendly sparrows, not being able to die. What next? Frogs with voices as sweet as robins? "Come on," she murmured to her beloved, nudging his cheek again as she orientated him in a direction she knew well. Towards the StarClan camp.
Clawfoot, her hind legs already resting upon the smooth bank of the majestic Lake, caught a glimpse out of the corner of her ashen gray oculars of the frog imitation Rainwhisker had created. This new ludicrous image, coupled with the hoarse half croak, half mewing sounds escaping from the silver tom's throat, and supposedly resembling one of the stranger creatures of the animal kingdom made even more breath wheeze from her chest as she finally rolled across the last few tail-lengths left at her side and plunged straight into the frigid, ice-cold temperature of the vast expanse of platinum-hued liquid.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 14, 2006 9:01:43 GMT -5
((Hey, wait! She can't die, so is Rainwhisker still supposed to leap in there?))
Rainwhisker quickened his pace, muscular pillars hurling him forwards as he barrelled down towards the rim of the Lake. He halted just in time at the edge, his momentum nearly carrying him over the edge. He peered down into it's dark depths, searching for the broad shape of his best friend. The warrior took a deep breath and plunged his head under the water. Open eyes squinting to make out the murky shapes as the muddy water swirled around him. Bubbles escaped from his lips, as he looked around frantically for a shape that obviously did not belong in the water. A face with whiskers appeared and Rainwhisker's heart leaped, then it sank back down to his toes. It wasn't Clawfoot. Stupid catfish! Rainwhisker thought, coming up for air. A large tail slapped the water, as if it had heard. "Big catfish!" he spluttered, shaking water out of his eyes.
The warrior paced up and down the edge of the Lake, calling, "Clawfoot! Clawfoot! Ha ha! That's funny! God joke! Now you can come out now, right? Clawfoot!"
Dragonfang pressed his muzzle against Spiderthorn's face, murmuring, "Come on, Spiderthorn." Blood-red stockings paced majestically forward, suddenly pausing as the brute pricked his ears. "Hear that?" he asked. Faint on the distance, carried by the gentle breeze came the voice of a new acquaintance, "Clawfoot! Clawfoot!" Dragonfang's sharp eyes caught the shape of Rainwhisker bending over the water. "She's fallen in!" he cried, panic ensuing. Then his eyes cleared and he took a deep breath. "Whoo! No need to panic! She's just gone for a swim," his teasing eyes looked back at Spiderthorn. "Where'd you want to go, now?"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 18, 2006 13:52:32 GMT -5
((I know she can't die, but it would be fun to see what differences there are between what she sees and Rainwhisker does :33))
Spiderthorn jumped slightly in surprise as the red-amber tom's panicking cry shot through her ears, but she soon settled down, auburn gaze glancing back to where the silver male whom they had met earlier on was running up and down the bank, shouting out the ebony she-cat's name. Dark tangerine ears pricked in curiosity at the other warrior's fear [I... suppose, eh?], since most felines knew you couldn't die again, especially when you were in StarClan. However, a hint of worry entered hazel orbs. No one had ever fallen into the great Lake before, and this seemed to be what had happened. Trying to shrug it off as all right just as Dragonfang had, she returned the gaze, eyebrows raised high over half-closed orbs in a sly manner. "To the camp, of course." And with those few words, the feline shot away, the dark tip of her tail flicking her mate on the shoulder, inviting him into a race. Whatever she was doing, she liked enjoying the wind through her whiskers or the shadows flitting by on her coat, and this continued play would keep her mind off of the nagging vision of her grandkit in the middle of all those NightClan cats. She knew something had been wrong with the picture, and the words her loved one had spoken afterwards only increased this feeling lodged deep inside her mended heart. But it would be for another day. At this moment, she felt happy, so very happy, and nothing would ever make her want to get away from this blissful feeling blooming through her mind more every day.
Clawfoot's orbs flew open, lids retracting from dilated pupil to reveal the insistent ashen hues of the she-cat's orbs, now filled with a burning fear that raged through her body. She couldn't move. Not a single one of her muscles would obey her mind's commands for them to coil and release, sending her shooting to the surface, where she knew she would be safe. Even her mouth would not open. She had been able to open her eyes only because she had been quick enough. A few seconds later, this ability would have passed by, and she would not have been able to see the strange, wonderous sight now shown before her. Oculars were wide in shock and surprise, though a hint of fear was also held inside their cinder tones. What the feline was thinking was quite obvious by the way her pupils were becoming wider and wider at every moment, the adrenaline caused from intense terror being pumped into her every pore and vein making the sinew beneath her short pelt of onyx colors bunch up, preparing to kick her away from this terrifying but mesmerizing sight. Wot de farg is this? Before her, the whole expanse of the lake was shimmering and twinkling as stars blinked brightly from its profound depths, releasing cool, silver light that floated upwards to rest on the underside of the water's surface. The female glanced upwards, noting that the platinum illumination seemed to stop right at the Lake's superficial cover, and then stared down again, slightly confused, but also amazed by what she was seeing. This.... this phenomena, she was sure, had not been witnessed by many, probably because not many felines had yet fallen in this place from simply laughing too hard. And she must be one of the few who had seen it. This was how the Lake found each cat in the Forest, showing their face and the events befalling them. It could see them all from the dark confines of the sky. Even the stark blackness was there, hiding all except the healthy sterling glow of the moon far below and the twinkling brightness of the myriad of stars scattered across the deeps of the Lake. For a sudden moment, the she-cat wondered if something would happen if she called the name of a cat she did not know. Would that cat appear? Where would it be? It was all such an exciting prospect, she forgot that she was underwater at that precise time, and finally opened her mouth. Nothing came in. Nothing came out. A raven forepaw slapped her harshly on the forehead in a gesture that showed how stupid, idiotic and kittish she thought she was. She couldn't die again. She was dead. There had been no need to worry. But now that the initial feeling of absolute fear had passed, and she was calming down slightly from what she had just seen, she finally noticed another's voice calling out to her from somewhere above. Rainwhisker. They must be worried. I just disappeared. And so, with this thought in mind, she kicked herself back to the surface.
Spiderfang had just stood there in shock from the moment his muscular sibling had disappeared into the lake, maw hanging open, pupils reduced to mere slits as he stared vacantly at the spot where Clawfoot had disappeared. She wouldn't die. Would she? After all, she was already dead. But still... no one had yet fallen into the Lake. Or, at least, not anyone he knew. Relief etched itself clearly upon his concerned features as his sister's ebony head shot through the surface of the silver water. A look of awe and surprise had entered the she-cat's eyes, as if she had seen something down there that had truly sent her mind reeling. He hadn't seen her like this in moons. Paddling strongly over to the bank, the female settled a quick lick between their sterling friend's ears to comfort him, and she then rushed towards Spiderfang to sit beside him. She didn't even feel wet. Her coat was completely dry, and covered in a light coating of strange platinum dust. What had happened down there?
((Is it okee if you make the thread in the camp? Terribly sorreh again! I had totally forgotten about this thread! My head rolled off to the moon DDDD: Bleh.))
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 19, 2006 14:31:11 GMT -5
((*taps Spidey on the head* When will you ever learn! Sure, I'll make a thread at the Camp!))
Dragonfang looked in amazement at his mate, who shot off in no apparent direction. He shrugged his broad shoulders, getting reluctantly to his paws. Amber eyes narrowed as the tom bunched his hind legs. With one bound he was racing the wind, as if springs were in his hind paws. His muscular legs quickly adjusted into an easy run, fast enough to eat up the ground at an amazing speed, but slow enough to ensure that he could keep running like this for a long time. Dragonfang blinked, astonished at himself. What was he thinking? He was in StarClan! The brute braced his shoulders, bent low and ran as hard and as fast as he could. The wind buffetted his auburn coat as the tom skimmed across the Prairie. Ahead, and getting rapidly closer, was Spiderthorn. Dragonfang picked up speed, soon drawing abreast with his mate. He laughed, he was going at a steady 40mph and he wasn't feeling out of breath, and his legs didn't burn. He looked over at Spiderthorn, mischeif gleaming in his eyes. "See you there!" he yowled, before taking off.
Rainwhisker blinked in astonishment as his friend came out of the water, not even dripping wet, and covered in dust. As she sat next to her brother, calmly grooming herself, the warrior trotted up. "Well?" he asked incredulously. "Aren't you going to tell?"
((In the Guinness Book of World Records, I found that the fastest HOUSE cat ran a steady 50 mph!!))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 20, 2006 23:51:58 GMT -5
((Dankeeee :333 And wh00t. That's fast for a kittypet. What's the average?))
At Rainwhisker's incredulous question, the muscular female laughed heartily, a slight snigger of mischief lodged deep inside the tinkling sounds of her giggles. Spiderfang glanced over at the silver warrior, pushing his shoulders upwards before letting them fall back down to express his bewilderment, and then began staring at his sister, one ebony eyebrow raised high on his forehead as he brought the other downwards over bleached blue oculars, creating an extremely realistic expression of insistent questioning. Clawfoot's ashen orbs narrowed as she chuckled even harder, placing an onyx-hued paw over her maw to stop most of the sound escaping, and then she got control over herself again enough to let words slip past her fangs. "Are ya sure ya wanna know?" Her smaller wiry brother nodded enthusiastically, and so she cleared her throat, twiddling her toes on the ground while she stared upwards at the sun-filled sky in a desperate search for inspiration. Eyes narrowed again as the she-cat concentrated, lips pursing together in a comical manner as thoughts that would connect her strange [and unbelievable] story from beginning to end. It was quite difficult, finding just the right tones of seriousness of playful talk to make it all seem true [since, all in all, it was, unless her imagination had been playing especially grandiose tricks on her mind]. Finally finding a combination that seemed to suit her purposes, she set off into her recital. "When I fell into the Lake - rolled, laughed, whatever - I opened my eyes right away, expecting to see muddy water and bunches of weeds everywhere around me. However, what I really saw was amazing, and I bet ya won't believe me. So I will first ask you to not laugh, comment, criticize, roll your eyes, whisper, or do anything that may interrupt my talking, and at least try to see it all from my point of view. And I bet that, if most things are like I know them, ya won't be able to see what I saw if ya jump in there right now. It has to be unintensional. I think. But whatever. Do ya swear?" "I swear," Spiderfang mewed immediately, raising one small paw timidly. He wanted to hear what his sister had to say, and wouldn't have laughed or done any of those things anyway. Ice-toned orbs glanced over at Rainwhisker, a silent plea for him to agree with Clawfoot's conditions being sent via the pale colors of both irises, and then calmly settled his gaze upon the strongly-built form of his older sibling. She looked more like the feline he had known as a kit, a friendly, boisterous young cat, always ready to have some fun and talk to you about what she has just done, but never willing to do so unless you let her tell the whole story. He smiled slightly. This was a cat he knew, at least.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 23, 2006 19:45:19 GMT -5
((The average is 30! Wowza! Talk about speed!))
Rainwhisker listened, whiskers twitching briefly as the tom listened in rapt attention to the beginning of Clawfoot's tale. When she paused, asking for an oath he sighed heavily. "What with all this secrecy?" he demanded. "Like I would ever laugh at you... as long as you were telling the truth." He looked back and forth from brother to sister, both watching him silently (is it okay for me to say that? They certainly haven't said anything!). He shrugged his muscular shoulders before wearily raising a soft grey paw mumbling, "I swear." Growling discontedly to himself, he placed it back on the sandy carpet.
The warrior edged closer, excitement shining in his eyes. "Now," he exclaimed, "Tell us what happened!"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 25, 2006 23:59:15 GMT -5
Both Clawfoot and Spiderfang stared insistently at the tom as he voiced his inquiries about 'all the secrecy', as he named the swear, willing him to agree to it. A fleeting smile passed over the ebony male's lips as the silver warrior finally bent to his sister's wishes, and he turned with head tipped to the side to face the onyx-hued she-cat at his side, obviously ready to ask a question before the tale was spread out and his sibling could not be stopped because they had promised. A short up and down shake of a raven head told him he could go on with his enquiry, and so he took a deep breath, letting it out with the words he had planned to place in his question. "So... where will you start? Just after what you said there?" "Yes," the ebon female answered simply, a teasing smile spread upon her maw, half-closed eyes expressing the sly feeling she felt at this particular moment, ready to unleash what she had seen on these two unsuspecting felines. Giggling happily for a moment, and also receiving a curious raise of the eyebrow from her younger brother, she cleared her throat loudly to gain all attention [and a bit of time as she thought over her words], and set off into the telling of the story, already beginning to grin as she saw Spiderfang's jaw drop straight down from the start. "What I saw was a sight I will remember for the days to come. Complete darkness at first - not a single shred of light could be seen, however far I looked, up nor down. I wasn't able to tell whether I was upside-down, right side up, tilted to the side, or whatever... but then I didn't care if I was or not." She paused for effect, wondering what Rainwhisker was thinking as she told her tale, though she already knew the thoughts and images whirling through her brother's head by the pleading look in his gray-blue oculars and the flashes of color skimming through her head like dragonflies on a still pond. "Stars seemed to have been turned on everywhere inside the Lake. They twinkled and shone like fireflies on a shadowed night, shining brightly alongside the glowing orb of the moon. The moon, right there under the Lake. That was when I started seeing that it wasn't actually real. How could such a huge thing reside beneath the surface of a lake in StarClan? Even that wasn't possible. So I decided that it was more like... an illusion. An illusion so real, it actually worked. That's how, I bet, the Lake is able to find the cats whose names are spoken over it. And that's why it looks silver when you look at it from above," she concluded, flicking an unsheathed claw at the still, glimmering sheen covering the whole expanse of the Lake. It seemed to shimmer in reply, a ripple crossing it like a wavelet of sand shaped like a dune by the soft carress of the wind, and then became silent and still again, just as it had always been for countless moons. Such a strange place StarClan was, filled with wondrous places and events, and it never seemed to stop amazing its inhabitants. As she finished her story, the ebon female turned to face her flabbergasted brother, who was now staring at the Lake, and her platinum friend. What was he thinking?
((Yow. Ya can say that again. Speedeh liddle guys. And it's fine for ya to say what ya said in the IC :33))
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 1, 2006 12:55:47 GMT -5
((Right you are!))
Rainwhisker sat silent, listening with his mouth hanging partly open. His wide, green eyes shone admiringly as he listened to Clawfoot's account of her experience underwater. The young warrior eyed her brother, and found that he was already thinking of jumping into the water. The soft grey tom nudged him sharply and muttered, "Don't even think about it!"
Rainwhisker shook his head, amazement lingering on his features even after the amazing tale had ended. "Wow," he breathed, "That's amazing!" He looked towards the Lake, and caught sight of Spiderfang looking at it in equal awe. In truth, Rainwhisker was having serious doubts about remaining here on land.
The warrior looked back at Clawfoot, who was patiently waiting for an answer. "That is so cool!"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jul 3, 2006 2:40:07 GMT -5
Spiderfang jumped slightly at the sharp nudge he received from the silver warrior at his side, and turned his head away, shame reddening his ebony features, as the meaning of the muttered words inside his ear began making sense. Yes, he had thought of leaping into the Lake, just to see if Clawfoot's assumptions about having to fall in accidentally were true. But would he really have done it? That question was put into question at that precise moment. The young tom had always been wary of danger - not scared, but very cautious - and had never really braved it, unless you counted that one time when he had attacked the fox of his own will at seeing his sister fall to the ground, exhausted by her continued efforts. But then, it had been a protective feeling burning inside his mind that had pushed him towards doing the action. And another time was when he had walked casually across the Thunderpath, practically asking to be run over, and had leapt into the path of an oncoming monster. But now he was dead, wasn't he? There was no danger. And yet, primitive instincts told him to stay away from the water, to not jump in there and experience what his sister had. Whatever he did, he would always be pursued by these thoughts. And so, perhaps, he wouldn't have done it. The fact was that now he wouldn't. Rainwhisker had said not to. Which meant he wouldn't. That was one thing you could be entirely sure about. And yet, he couldn't help admiring what the Lake could do. Turning around as his sister ended her tale, he fixed his ashen blue gaze onto the still surface of platinum liquid, wondering what was really hiding in the depths of the water down there. What inside the Lake could ever force an image, an illusion, that strong? Some creature had to live deep inside there. Something... maybe even someone. It was probable that the illusion's maker was a cat, or even a snake, those strange winding creatures who captivate you by the mere force of their intense oculars. The tom shook his head to clear his mind. The Lake, in a way, was like a snake. It took your attention, grasped it firmly, and didn't let go until something happened. Strange, strange, strange. Spiderfang's curiosity was seriously pricked.
Clawfoot grinned in pleasure at her friend's exclamations. Telling stories was such fun, especially when they were true. That way, you wouldn't have to lie and muddle yourself up in your own words, then humiliating yourself. Ah, yes. Compliments were such nice things.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 5, 2006 12:56:31 GMT -5
Rainwhisker looked at both his friends, siblings, sitting close together and felt a pang of loneliness. True, these two were his best friends and they had been through everything together, but he could never share the closer bond they could. The young warrior had always been the kit who hung out on the sidelines of his family, begging to be apart but never getting his wish. Begging to be loved, but getting pushed away. Begging to play, but being left out.
Until he had met his two friends, he had never been apart of anything that had remotely resembled a family. But still, every time Rainwhisker saw his young friends together, sharing stories, laughing and playing together, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
Shaking away his gloomy thought, the tom mewed brightly, "Now what?"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jul 6, 2006 13:29:12 GMT -5
A slight frown had begun to spread on the ebony she-cat's brow as she noticed the gloomy expression in her platinum friend's moss-hued orbs, clearly showing the worry that was beginning to grow behind the protective walls of her skull, and slim raven cranium tilted to the side in a concerned manner unlike the usually silent and grim warrior, just as the sudden laughing fit had been earlier. The slight wondering flicker of a question demanding a reason for these strange changes happening inside the female's mind - could you turn mad in StarClan? - fizzed through her brain, though she payed no notice of it, instead concentrating on Rainwhisker's features, trying to find the cause of his discomfort. But he shook it away too quickly for her to settle anything, and so she had to sit back on her haunches and look relaxed, to not alert her friend that she was disturbed by the silver tom's troubling expression, or that she had even noticed it. Swiftly switching the look of distress on her face to one of casual joy, she answered the question posed by the male as soon as she was able to. "Oh... I dunno," she mewed, casting a nonchalant gaze at a pawful of unsheathed claws as if she didn't really care about it. Then, an idea seemed to flitter through her head, because both of her silent gray oculars gained at least one centimeter in girth as they opened wide, and a sly, plotting grin spread on her raven maw, ending up in a maniacal-looking sneering thing that showed every gleaming form of each of her thirty fangs. Twice her eyebrows mounted up her forehead, curving elegantly as they reached their peak of altitude, and then descended back down over her eyes, curling at their borders in a way that you mostly found in felines - or Two-legs, for that matter - who have extremely homicidal mental capacities, creating an effect that showed the female was excited at the prospect of something, but also knowing that this, if they were caught, might get them into some considerable trouble. Even though they wouldn't be killing anyone. That would be impossible. Normally.
Spiderfang had seen the exchange happening between his previously morose friend and changing sister. Gloom, worry, joy, indifferent happiness, and now this mad expression that he recognized from the time way back in their apprentice moons. She was planning to do something 'deliciously devious', as she had called it back then. What they had done before was play on the Thunderpath, dodging the different monsters rolling down its stark black surface. It had been fun, especially since the thought that dieing was possible had rushed adrenaline through their veins. He wondered what was going to happen now.
[And, actually, I don't know xDDD Help meh think of sometink, please <333]
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 17, 2006 19:20:25 GMT -5
((Well, since this is Starclan, nothing dangerous, or breathtaking or worrisome can happen to them up here. Kinda nice, but kinda boring. Soooo . . . let's see. No predators---I think. No chance of drowning. No chance of getting hit on the Thunderpath. Do you think one of them can suggest they go swimming in a stream? One of them gets washed down and they see rapids. In their panic, they forget about not being able to die so they thrash around, but that get's them into even more trouble. I think you can still get hurt or injured or bruised or at least have pain. Then, they're finally able to drag themselves out, and then find one of their company missing. They get really scared, but then the missing cat appears, waterlogged. I don't know. I don't know if you can even make any sense of what I just typed here. 8) )) Rainwhisker looked at both of his friends, his soft green gaze pausing especially long on his raven-hued friend. In her clear eyes there was a certain look in them. What was it . . . ? Concern? No, it couldn't be. Naw . . . Before the grey warrior could decide what exactly was in Clawfoot's eyes, it was gone. Replaced by the usual happy-go-lucky, amiable look in her eyes. Suddenly, that cheerful look was replaced by a change. Her eyes widened, then narrowed slightly. A devious light gleamed in her eyes, and a slight smile curved her maw. Rainwhisker watched Clawfoot warily, remembering past times on Earth when that look got them into trouble. The grey warrior caught Spiderfang looking at his sister with similar concern. He groaned, "Now what?"
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