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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 17, 2006 13:11:34 GMT -5
[Ooo... that is an amazingly interesting idea ya got there. Perhaps they should meet Tawny and Stoneshadow as well? After all, the stream those two are in is the one that leads to the Mirror Lake. Clawfoot could tell the others that she saw a stream going into the lake while wandering around, and they would go back up it. We'd have to move over to the thread our other two are in, but that's fine. Mine sounds even more confusing xP]
"I..." the ebony female mewed, pausing her low, conspirating whisper to put heavy emphasis on the next few words she would pronounce, "have a plan. A deliciously devious plan. Or game, wotever ya want ta call it." Her grin, already impossibly huge on the blunt end of her maw, widened slightly more, the high corners of her maniacal grin nearly reaching the base of her pointed ears. A faint sigh slipped past the sharp fangs of her younger brother as the 'two-Ds', what he called those words that Clawfoot simply adored using when she had thought up another dangerous idea, cut harshly into the unnatural silence that had settled as she spoke. It would either be another half-baked treasure hunt, a pointless contest, or some lethal something that she had come up with [even though, them being already dead, they couldn't die for the second time]. Her ideas were always original, but not nearly as faithful in their capacities of inducing interest in Spiderfang's quiet, peaceful mind [though, on a few occasions, he had quite enjoyed it all]. Another lack of sound crushed the trio under its deathly hush as they all stopped their talk, until it was broken by the eagerly excited raven-hued she-cat who was nearly jumping as she sat on the sun-dried earth of the ground, gray gaze flicking restlessly back and forth between her younger sibling and the friend she had recently seen again. "Well? Don't you want to know what I've thought up?" Her expression had turned into one of mock pouting, the grin pasted upon her stark black features suddenly dropping off of her face like a pigeon caught in mid-air, replaced by the faintly curved form of her lower lip curling over the black line of her upper. Her eyebrows, instead of creating a figure resembling the wavelets running across the still surface of the Lake when a gust of wind kicks up, rose up her forehead to form an arch over the ashes of her oculars, giving her a piteous, imploring look. Spiderfang, remembering this face from the long ago times of when they were simple apprentices, rolled his own silver-lined orbs, an exasperated sigh whistling past his own mouth. Then, against his will, but only to please his older sister, he finally said the words she was waiting for. "I do."
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Post by Fernpaw on Aug 24, 2006 13:44:13 GMT -5
Rainwhisker, on the other paw, was not wanting to find out what Clawfoot had just thought up. In fact, he found it much more preferable to stay in that spot, just talking and playing like the good ol' days. When the young warrior heard Spiderfang's soft words, he stared aghast. He realized that the decision would come down to him.
Rainwhisker gulped, knowing that once he said the words, he couldn't go back. "I . . . I don't! I mean . . . I mean I do!" He sighed, glaring down his nose at his traitor mouth
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 30, 2006 4:13:28 GMT -5
[Eh, you'll have to write a bit more than that. Okee? If yer brain-dead at the moment, then I understand ^w^ Mainly because I am, too ; _ ;]
The maniacal grin once again replaced her previous expression as Rainwhisker's final decision slipped past hir traitorous lips. As her eyebrows moved up and down twice in quick succession, you could practically hear the comical doink doink they made at their peak. Clawfoot's gleaming ivory fangs seemed to glint slyly under the light of the sun, but that was probably only an impression. Spiderfang bit his lip hard, already regretting his decision, and yet knowing that he couldn't go backwards now that the terrible deed was done. He sent a fuming glance over at his friend, hoping the tom wouldn't take it all too bad, and then returned to watching his changed sister, expecting her to start insanely laughing at any moment. However, she did not. All that happened was that she opened her maw, revealing pale pink gums and the rough surface of her tongue hidden inside the curve of her mouth, and let the words that she so dearly wanted to let out flow into the oppressing silence that had settled since Rainwhisker had spoken that fatal phrase of agreement. "We're going for a swim." The simpleness of this statement nearly made Spiderfang gasp in shock ; something which would have been extremely comical in this situation. Waiting for something terribly deadly to come, he found that all she wanted to do was jump in a river and do the doggy paddle [even if, normally, that was reserved to canines and the felines of RiverClan]. One of his eyebrows shot up his brow in surprise, and then he glanced over at Rainwhisker again, this time looking to see what his reaction would be. He just knew something was behind this seemingly undeadly sentence, but he couldn't tell what. Perhaps his friend would know.
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Post by Fernpaw on Aug 30, 2006 10:39:23 GMT -5
((Okee.))
Rainwhisker gasped along side his friend, swimming? The idea of swimming was horrendous. The young warrior desperately searched his mind for a reasonable explanation to deter his die-all-die-merrily friend. Then he dismissed the idea. Any reasonable explanation would be waved aside by Clawfoot.
"But . . . Claw!" he burst out, "Why do you think they call it doggypaddle? Because it's for dogs, that's why! I'm not, and never will be, a . . . a dog!" The soft grey warrior screwed up his nose at the very thought. A dog was---according to Rainwhisker---the lowest and cruelest creature on the planet! Of course, having never met one, the young tom had entirely based his theory on the fact that the fox was a cousin to them.
Rainwhisker turned to Spiderfang, desperately trying to think up words that could persuade Clawfoot to choose something different. To his dismay, he found none. He sighed resignedly, knowing that if he could die again, he'd die right now.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 31, 2006 1:29:32 GMT -5
[Dankyooooo x33]
As soon as the gasp left Rainwhisker's mouth, Clawfoot's current expression of maniacal happiness dropped right off of her ebony-hued features, a single eyebrow arching high over an intense stormy gray ocular as if asking a silent question about the tom's mental sanity. And while the soot-chromed feline was staring at the silver male with a look on her face that plainly said in a loud and clear voice wot de farg is wrong wit dat one?, Spiderfang, sitting beside his friend with his cheeks puffed out and a strange grating sound escaping his nostrils [instead of passing through his mouth, which he had clenched tightly in an effort to keep whatever was wrong with him down, the noise had chosen a different passageway to slip into the silence that followed Rainwhisker's sudden intake of breath], it was obvious that he was straining to keep a fit of laughter down inside his belly so that he wouldn't vex his friend nor his sister [Clawfoot, being the egoistic she-cat she had been once, would immediately start thinking that he thought her expression was hilarious to look at, and Rainwhisker just might suspect that he was actually chuckling about what the platinum-toned tom had done]. Clawfoot cleared her throat loudly, sending an annoyed glance towards her similarly-colored brother [I knew it, he thought inwardly, his hysterics finally passing], and then put on the best of her panoply of insistent smiles [one with her mouthful of gleaming white fangs showing, clearly telling the offender [or pessimist, who, in her eyes, was someone who always thought they would die if they always did the little games she invented] that she was listening, but wouldn't be able to stand another such insult as they had just done] to face Rainwhisker, eyes half-closed to itensify the effect as this last spoke. "But . . . Claw!" he burst out, "Why do you think they call it doggypaddle? Because it's for dogs, that's why! I'm not, and never will be, a . . . a dog!" "Oh?" That single monosyllabic word was all that she gave for answer. However, something inside her shadowy gray eyes was obviously telling that he wouldn't have to doggypaddle, anyway. Not a bit. "We're going to the rapids."
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Post by Fernpaw on Aug 31, 2006 10:13:29 GMT -5
Rainwhisker's jaw dropped, without his even realizing it. When he became of a breeze in that lower section of his maw, he shut it hurriedly with a metallic click! The rapids! That was just as bad, or even---if possible---worse.
"T-the rapids?" the young warrior stuttered. Now, before we go thinking bad of Rainwhisker and his lack of courage at this point in our story, let me remind you that cats (except for RiverClan cats, of course), are naturally not fond of water. To be fond of it goes against their genetic code, they strongly dislike water, and Rainwhisker was no exception. So saying, let us try to understand his deeply ingrained feeling of horror for the blue liquid.
The soft grey warrior nodded his head resignedly. Why bother arguing anymore? He'd just end up going along with it, like so many other times. Every time Clawfoot proposed an idea, Rainwhisker argued, then agreed, then had fun.
"Okay, might as well. We can't die here, which is a good thing, because we would've," he mumbled gloomily, trying to put a damper on Clawfoot's fun before they all headed off to the rapids.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 31, 2006 13:39:11 GMT -5
Once again, Clawfoot regained her vexed expression when Rainwhisker's lower jaw dropped down like a stone from the upper, almost as if it was fleeing its never-ending companion. Sending a harsh glare of her stormy eyes in her friend's direction as he stuttered the two words she had spoken only moments before, she nevertheless waited for him to finish whatever he was going to say [if there was anything], or else to argue/agree with her. It didn't matter either way. She always won in this type of thing, and both her brother and the silver-hued tom could not say otherwise. Every one of her games, though sometimes dangerous or lethal, had been fun ; and now that they couldn't die, that was the best part. Oh, of course the fun would be lessened by the fact that they were immortal ; but they could still get hurt. Clawfoot knew this because of the one time she had fought with another cat up here in StarClan. Her wounds had stung her for an entire moon, and not being a Medicine Cat, it wasn't the best of situations. She had even heard of some cats keeping their infected wounds forever, unable to get rid of them [though she never believed it]. And that, above all, was what made her think of those not-so-intelligent games she loved playing as an apprentice. The she-cat let her grin come back for the third time as the platinum male nodded in a half-hearted way, not paying attention to the mumble she knew he had sent for her ; no need to lessen the excitement she was feeling then. It would ruin it all. "So then! Shall we go?"
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Post by Fernpaw on Nov 2, 2006 12:12:38 GMT -5
The poor young warrior nodded miserably. He sighed dramatically, vainly trying to make Clawfoot the teensiest nervouse for what she was getting them into, "I suppose that we'll all end up drowning, being bashed against rocks, the numbing cold sapping our strength, the powerful currents dragging us under the water . . ." he trailed off, realizing that he was only succeeding in scaring himself more than Claw.
Rainwhisker shook himself, puffing up his soft grey fur in preparationg for the impending cold. "Let's go," he mewed, flexing his claws. He turned to his friends, beckoning to them with his tail, "What are you waiting for?"
Once Rainwhisker had agreed to Clawfoot'd wild idea, he was all for it. It had taken some persuasion, but hey, don't we all need a little push now and then. The tom was planning to be the first one to leap into the water, if only to prove to his two friends that he wasn't a coward.
"Come on!"
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 8:31:34 GMT -5
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