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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 19, 2006 14:38:05 GMT -5
((Could you! Yes please, Spidey! That would be so great.))
Stoneshadow stood, amber orbs looking unblinkingly at the flock of blackbirds. Their musical trills were a relief after the harsh noises of the Thunderpath, the bickering of elders and the bitterness of life. He sighed, letting the song wash over him.
The muscular brute turned, letting his intense gaze turn to the she-cat beside him. The comforting warmth of her pelt pressed against his seeped through his fur. Stoneshadow let his gaze travel over Tawny, from the tip of her tail to the dear, stubborn face. He imprinted her in his mind, so that if he lost her again, he could always have this mental image of her at peace.
He gave the top of the she-cat's head a brisk lick, then mewed, "Don't go getting all soft on me, Tawny!" Serious amber eyes flickered and a teasing glint sprang into them. "I remember when you couldn't put a serious sentence together to save your life! What do you want ot do, now that we're both dead and we don't have to worry about drowning." He stopped, a thought rising in his mind. Stoneshadow looked Tawny directly in the eyes and whispered, "Do you think you can get poison oak if you're dead?"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 21, 2006 0:24:45 GMT -5
((I've finished yer siggeh! Here it is: [img]http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/9381/fernehsiggeh6zn.png[/img] )) "Soft? Pha!" she scoffed, rolling her eyes and sticking the tip of her auburn muzzle in the air. All expressions of quiet warmth had left her slim features now; all that she wore was her usual mischievous grin, the slightly narrowed look to her amber oculars, and the cocked rise of her eyebrows. She was ready for some fun by the way her features had changed. At the tom's next question, she put on a mask of mock seriousness, brow furrowing downwards convincingly, thin lips pursing together, orbs staring upwards at the evergreen canopy of the pines, where the little flock of avians was still cavorting and singing their little hearts out. A sudden grin spread on her face, sweeping the spray of whiskers she possessed on each side of her face up into two ivory fans, and she chuckled to herself in a way that obviously told she knew her answer quite well. A swift and hearty shake of her head spoke her opinion. No, they wouldn't get any poison oak, mainly because there was none out here in StarClan. Badgers, foxes, poison... none of it existed in this world of sky and stars, different times, and mysterious places and prey. What would be the point of putting dangerous things in a place where you couldn't die? It would make no sense, and didn't, anyway. But the grin upon her features told that there was more to her answer than just a simple 'no', to contradict the fact that they could be hurt or poisoned in any way, and the sly glint inside the depths of dark orbs enhanced this theory greatly. But Stoneshadow did not have long to wait for the impatient female to spill the beans. "Nope, no poison oak, and I know a river nearby. Went to it a lot when the blackbirds decided to watch the ospreys catch fish. Those predatory birds won't attack you, though, since you can't even reach them. Most don't try. I think they're one of the few carnivores other than us."
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 23, 2006 19:33:45 GMT -5
((Thankees. It's so amazing! *huggles it* I love them!))
Stoneshadow grinned, his intense gaze never straying from Tawny's face as she drew her brow downward, pursed her lips, then ruined the serious image by giggling. His ears perked at the mention of a river.
"Really?" he mewed, new vigor flowing through his veins. "I'm in need of a swim. It feels like it's been ages since I stepped in water, much less swam in it!" He leaped forward, laughing, hurtling forward at a breathtaking pace. He had almost reached the beginning of the forest when he skidded to a halt, a sheepish smile crossing his face. "Uh, where's this river?" he asked emberassed. Inwardly he thought, Uh? That's not even a word! What kind of freak says uh?
His eyes sparkled mischeviously as he waited for Tawny's answer.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jun 26, 2006 3:51:59 GMT -5
((Yer welcome, and dankee :33))
As Stoneshadow leaped forwards, sinew coiling under his short gray-green coat, Tawny leaped right after him, long auburn fur flailing the air behind her in perfect rythm with the pounding of her feet on the hard-packed ground, scattering needles and dust with her sweeping tail and swift limbs, scrabbling paws taking a hard hold of the earth beneath her before sending her lithe body forwards in surges of speed, her expert technique practiced for moons on end because of endless races with the dawn or dusk patrols of each Clan. She knew how to run, and could show that particular strength quite well in the effortless rise and fall of her fore and hind legs, the ease with which she sped onwards behind her companion, her friend, her mentor, still keeping some of her hidden force back from her current speed. In a swirling storm of dirt and leaves, she came to a sudden halt, flexing her forelimbs to take the impact of her braking movement while hind legs pushed against the ground the opposite way from the one they had just been using. She cursed herself inwardly as her fur settled back onto her body in wild array, taking a moment before turning around to see what was wrong with the male. The tom's stop had surprised her slightly, and so she had taken a few seconds more to pause her flight; this would have been a very dangerous error, and possibly lethal. She was going rusty in this safe world. The chestnut female rolled her eyes in exasperation at the embarrassed question that escaped his maw, snorting slightly. That was all? Well, all she could do was answer, and so she did this same action, whirling back around as she looked at Stoneshadow over her shoulder. "This way," she indicated, gesturing with the tip of her hazel tail across the wide expanse of yellowed grasses named the Far Prairie. Far out over the wavering golden strands, the clear tinkle of a stream could be heard, and a faint tinge of blue was perceivable when the plants bent a certain way. Another hint of the water's position was the shadowed figure of an osprey flying far above it, circling, swooping, and rising again, seemingly missing every fish it aimed for. At her action, a burst of birdsong echoed from the trees, and the tight group of blackbirds streaked out of the trees, straight towards the small river. They knew where she was going instinctively, and weren't going to miss out on the fun. "Just follow the birds," she concluded, shrugging her shoulders before running straight out after her friends, though still looking back at the tom behind her to make sure he was keeping up. She knew the way, but he didn't, and you could eaisly get lost in the grasses.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 5, 2006 13:34:42 GMT -5
Stoneshadow sprang after her, muscles rippling smoothly as his long legs stretched forward, reaching for more ground to cover. The greenish tom slid, ducked and weaved in and out of the long, cool stalks. The cool blades reached up, tickling his sensitive underbelly fur as he ran over their tops. Soon, Stoneshadow had drawn abreast with his good friend.
Amber eyes burning with newfound joy, a carefree smile playing across his muzzle. Tail rose into the air, streaming out behind the tom. A deep laugh rumbled from down somewhere deep below Stoneshadow, rising up through his chest, throat and finally bursting through his jaws. His laugh rolled richly across the plains as he laughed and laughed.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jul 6, 2006 0:47:37 GMT -5
The amused and flickering start of a grin began displaying itself on the surface of Tawny's hazel-chromed maw, taking a firm hold of the corners of her mouth and pulling them slowly upwards [nearly as if in relish of the act] to reveal both gleaming rows of her pale ivory fangs, and soon developed into a full-grown expression of ecstatic joy, the female's own laugh rumbling from her throat in a series of cascading high-pitched notes similar to those the blackbirds were now uttering, chirping gaily high up next to the drifting volutes of clouds that hung in the stil blue sky, just like the gentle trickle of a woodland stream. She turned her auburn cranium to the side, maneuvering herself so that she was facing the tom, her humongous [spelling xP] grin of utter happiness arranged raggedly on the onyx lines of her lips, but still running in the right direction, chestnut audits pricked and directed towards the trilling song of the blackbirds wheeling and streaking through the air in front of them. It was almost as if they wanted to show off their aerial skills in a delightful ballet of plumed ebony wings, their sleek figures sliding along the warm currents like RiverClan cats in the great River from down below, bright beady eyes glinting happily beneath ruffles of raven-toned feathers. Then she turned back to her original interests; the glittering line of the water far out in front of her, coming closer and closer, and the hovering figure of the osprey gliding above the stream-like river, its shadowed form becoming clearer by the moment. The thrill of the chase was taking a hold of her, and she could not help but put on an extra burst of speed, bashing copper audits to the rounded intersection of her skull's thick bone and the fragile vertebrae of her spinal column, long, agile tail streaming out behind her like an unfurled banner waving in a strong gust of wind, whiskers swept back in one fluid movement as her pace gained in momentum, the sudden acceleration of her movements trampling the dancing grass in front of her before the plants were able to regain themselves and be pushed off to the side as the female barged her way through instead of crushed into the hard, sun-dried earth. Closer and closer came the stream.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 18, 2006 15:39:29 GMT -5
((WAH!! When will I ever learn that RPing with you is like a first-grader writing with a college student. Man! When will your posts and your descriptions ever be NORMAL?? Lol. I love your style! *huggles you* Keep going!))
Stoneshadow stopped laughing, startled as Tawny streaked away, her rapid movements graceful as the she-cat plunged through the grass. Is that how she wants to run? he thought, narrowing his eyes. I can put on extra speed, too. The grey tom lowered his powerfully built form lower to the ground, as his muscular pillars churned into over-drive. Faster and faster, his paws drove forward, churning up the fertile soil.
Stoneshadow swiftly narrowed the gap, till the two of them were barelling towards the stream together. The flat expanse of the plains spread out before him, but before he knew it, a thin strip of blue was growing closer and larger as he ran toward it. Before his brain could register what it was, he had plunged into the stream.
Ice cold water knocked the wind from his lungs as a chilly wave cascaded over the tom's head. Spluttering, the tom emerged from the water, front paws paddling desperately to stay above water. He glared at Tawny, "You might've warned me how cold it was!"
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Jul 19, 2006 5:49:17 GMT -5
((I feel wuvved x333 Dankeeeeeee. Joos makes meh so happeh :33 -hugz joo- I think ya RP greatly, though. Yep yep. And anyway, most of my descriptions make huge fat sentences that sorta lose their sense xP)) The heavy, battering wind plastered the tawny female's light coat onto the sweat-slick skin underneath the streaming auburn hairs of her pelt, blowing across her splayed, grinning features with the swift fury of a tornado's gust. Paws settled lightly upon hard-packed ground dry and scorched, throwing drifting volutes of pale tan dust upwards like miniature fireworks of parched earth, the gentle thumping sound of cushioned pads touching down upon the rough, sliding terra firma filling whatever silence was able to slip itself between the constant ecstatic chirpings of the miniature shadows high up in the pale blue of the heavens, wheeling with a surprising easiness on the drifting currents of warm air that filled the skies like what the Two-legs would have called 'moving sidewalks', the barely audible sound of grasses weaving patterns through the dust-logged air as they brushed elegantly against each other's sides, and the growing tinkle of the stream up ahead, now plainly visible to any open and seeing eye; clear liquid, tainted faintly blue by the bleached hues of the firmament, sparkled with an airy feeling of nonchalance in the burning sunhigh orb of molten yellow luminescence, reflecting frosty ivory chromes at the crests of its faint wavelets. The curving tips of her wide, maniacally joyful smile, pulled up on her face as far as they could, nearly reaching the lower edges of her ears [which had been pulled back so violently that a stab of pain had pierced the strange she-cat's senses, and a slight flinch had crossed her immensely excited-looking face before being overwhelmed by the expression of pure bliss she felt while racing against the wind], overhanged two impressive rows of gleaming white fangs, all displayed in their full splendor as they shone dimly under the sun's blistering light. The pointed ears sprouting from her skull flicked the slightest fraction upwards, being already blasted backwards by the force of her rate, as the faint sound of an accelerating feline reached her from the tunnel she had created behind her whipping tail in the flowing grasses of the Far Prairie by her barging shoulders. The grin, if this action could ever be possible, became even wider than it had been the few moments before she had taken notice of the cat's approach, her mind already relishing the thought of an upcoming race with the old friend whom she had just recovered, as it once had long ago when she had been a simple kit, yearning to become an apprentice as she came closer to and passed the limit of six moons. He was arriving, picking up speed and increasing his momentum as his legs, powered by moon-old strength, pounded the ground to push him forwards ever more swiftly, and he would come up beside her soon, just as she had managed to reach his flank so many ages ago. Her pace lessened ever so slightly, racing paws slowing by one or two seconds their repetitive rythm of pummeling tones, and she risked a single glance backwards, russet eyebrows gaining territory on her tall forehead as she glimpsed a flickering patch of grey-green between the slender, swaying forms of the plants she had just charged into. And there he was, running at her side, the two of them creating a wide tunnel as they collided with the thick wall of plants obstructing their way, trampling the grass into the earth with the force of a stampeding animal, before disappearing farther and farther into the wide territory of the Far Prairie. And the wide stream was still approaching, its glittering surface weaving through the ground like a thin blue thread over an expanse of pale brown and vibrant, though not fluorescent, yellow cloth, digging its way across the lands with a confident tinkling of running water, as if it was sure that nothing would stop it from reaching its goal [and, probably, nothing would]. Without quite understanding the next bit of the story, Tawny tumbled straight into the water, dropping like a rock onto its wrinkled skin alongside her friend, who also fell inside without quite registering the fact at that precise moment. The rust-hued female's head was soon seen bobbing back up, however, her thick, waterproof fur glistening with the water that dripped off of the myriad of hairs constituting her pelt. A confused and befuddled look had overcome the excitedly joyful expression that had once taken control of her features, and stayed there silently for a moment, the she-cat's dizzy mind trying to take in the last few events. Then, suddenly, as if on a simple will, a strident, screeching laugh escaped her lips, and she threw her head back as the giggles mounted up her throat to escape into the air around her. She couldn't help it. This situation was just so.... hilarious. She continued giggling, an oocasional snort finding its way into her opened maw, as Stoneshadow emerged in turn from the water to glare over at her floating head, and finally answered after a while the question he had asked. "You never asked." This reply was one typically expected from some young kit who, feeling particularly brave, would say this to one of its elders [though not especially betters]. But, of course, Tawny had been mad since that time long ago when she had just reached seven moons and gained her apprenticeship. A slight movement in the corner of her eye, however, quickly stopped the chortles, blocking them like an uncomfortably huge mouse stuck in her throat. Copper oculars widened in surprise, the faint glimmer of fear obviously sharp inside apprehensive orbs as they settled on the gigantic osprey standing in on the opposite shore.
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Post by Fernpaw on Jul 25, 2006 18:00:46 GMT -5
((Thankees. I wuvvles oo too! And . . . I think you went a little overboard--not that that's a bad thing! That's a good thing, but I needed to like dissect each sentence to figure out the meanings. !!)) Stoneshadow glared across the frigid water at the she-cat, icy water matching the icy expression in his gaze. Soon, the cold and angry gaze melted to mischeif. He began to paddle strongly towards Tawny, mewing, "I just assumed that you would tell me!" His hindquarter was beginning to cramp in this freezin water, sending spasms of pain up his thigh. Wincing, the tom called, "Doesn't this river now it's summer?" Strong paws churned the water powerfully, causing it to bubble in front of Stoneshadow's chest. As he reached land, the tom pulled himself onto the bank, the water cascading off him in sheets as his RiverClan fur immediately shed the droplets. The muscular tom hurled himsel at Tawny, aiming to seize her by the scruff. It was time to have Tawny feel the water.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 17, 2006 14:08:40 GMT -5
[Ja, I know x333 Teehee. Meh and meh hooge, fat sentences. Eh, and ya made a mistake It's 'Green-leaf', not 'summer' x33] As the tawny female felt fangs dig into her scruff, a piercing screech of fear finally passed the uncomfortable knot in her throat, ripping past her maw to echo inside the vast expanse of the Far Prairie. The osprey, only a few tail-lengths away, hopped slightly back in surprise as the she-cat lashed out with claws unsheathed, completely forgetting that the tom attached to her neck-fur was Stoneshadow. Wildly trying to shake and pull the other off, not even caring if her uncontrolled movements hit their target, she kept a steady, unblinking gaze of pure terror fixed upon the predatory bird. All thoughts that she could not die again fled from her mind, leaving her in the ruthless grasp of fear. The volatile, seemingly disturbed by all the sound and the thrashing feline inside the river, took another backwards hop, landing lightly on the fearsome talons adorning its pebbly feet. Its curved beak, colored a dark, dusty yellow, opened slightly, the tip of a thin, snake-like tongue slipping past the razor edges of its encasement as a throaty, repetitive whistling screech sighed past its mouth, faintly annoyed in tone. It took another step backwards, not really liking the fact that the female was still savagely clawing every which way. And fell right on its back. Comical event, really. The talon of its back toe, the one helping it balance, had encountered a large, rounded stone sticking slightly out from the ground. Meeting with it had affected the balance of the plumed beast, and it had tumbled backwards onto the ground in a puff of choking dust, squawking as if its life depended on it. Tawny finally snapped out of the terror that had controlled her mind for a few precious moments. Her eyes stayed fixed upon the wriggling form of the fishing bird for a moment, and then flicked to her back, finally understanding what she had done. A faint whisper of a word, nearly inaudible in the flood of guilt she was feeling, slipped past her fangs. "Sorry?"
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Post by Fernpaw on Aug 24, 2006 14:07:31 GMT -5
((Oopsies! My bad!))
Stoneshadow paused in amazement, his fangs gripping her scruff. Tawny was acting like he was trying to kill her or something! She was writhing and twisting, lashing out at an osprey sitting only a few tail lengths away. The amazed tom quickly dropped his screeching friend, backing up a bit.
It appeared that the old Tawny hadn't completely left the new one. She was lashing out with her front paws, screaming and yowling enough to wake every single animal down on Earth. Wincing, the blue-green tom put his paws over his ears, burying his head in the grass as the feling continued to rant and scream at the bird of prey.
It hopped back, uncertain. Stoneshadow wasn't worried about it, he was worried about Tawny.
When she finally quieted, gasping, from her bout, she whispered a single word. "Sorry?" Raising himself cautiously to all fours, Stoneshadow peered anxiously at her. Yes, her eyes were normal. Her body posture was normal, exhausted, but normal. Her voice wasn't off, she wasn't bristling anymore. Stoneshadow checked off all these things on a mental list before deeming it safe to come out. He wasn't a coward, far from it, but what had happened to Tawny had clearly shaken him.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Aug 30, 2006 1:58:49 GMT -5
Tawny look ashamed standing there in the middle of the current, not really daring to meet Stoneshadow's eye, her ears swivelled back and plastered to her neck in an attempt to make herself look smaller, as if she just wanted to disappear after that little display of madness. She had known that the first Tawny she had ever been was not entirely back ; a small part of her mad self would always stay inside her, hidden inside some dark corner, just waiting to spring out and surprise her. But she hadn't wanted to show that to her friend ; or, at least, not yet. She wanted to rebuild the relationship they had had as a warrior and a kit, and then, for a few short moments, as apprentice and mentor. But now she knew that would be nearly impossible. With her other self there, this dream just couldn't come true. A faint sigh, heavy with sadness, slipped past her maw, and she sat down in the water, not caring anymore about her soggy coat. She just wasn't able to look at Stoneshadow. She was entirely, absolutely sure that all she would see on his usually friendly face would be a look of extreme reproach, as if she had yet again done something bad, just like when she had jumped into the river to fish another kit out and he had had to leap in after her. It would be too hard on her mind to think that he thought her crazy, uncontrollable, something dangerous to be near to. But the worst was that she had known, somewhere inside herself, that she couldn't die... but her fear had taken over still. She had always given the image of an intrepid young feline, and yet the fear was still present, always there. Fear of death, of pain... of Stoneshadow's disapproval. And now she had completely blown it.
[AUGH. No inspiration at all. I hope my next posts are better. And 'tis okee :33]
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Post by Fernpaw on Sept 19, 2006 11:12:58 GMT -5
Standing cautiously, the tom shouldered his way through the grasses towards the miserable she-cat. Cautiously, he licked her ear, murmuring, "It's okay, Tawny. It's okay . . ." His voice trailed away, as Stoneshadow realized that it wasn't okay, and never really would be. Even though he had brought back the old Tawny, the mad Tawny would still remain. He had gotten his first peek at what he would be dealing with.
A hesitant purr rose in his chest. "I think you've scared away all the prey to be had by this river. Maybe we should look somewhere else." Even though they hadn't come here to hunt, Stoneshadow felt it best to get away from this place.
((Sorry for not posting here for forever! My life has been going bonkers! *ducks as it whizzes by and slams into the window* Quick! Catch it!))
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Sept 27, 2006 23:17:37 GMT -5
The strange female sent a hesitantly grateful smile in his direction, still worried about his disapproval, but considerably comforted by his soft words. Maybe, after all, he wasn't angry at her. Oh, the feeling might be buried somewhere in there, brooding in a shadowed corner of his mind, but was pushed away for the moment, or at least masked as he attempted to bring back the happy-go-lucky Tawny he had known once, long ago, as a kit and, very shortly, and apprentice. Anyway, whatever he truly felt, even if his words were concealing something darker behind a seemingly calm - or slightly cautious - attitude, she was happy that he even bothered to help her any longer, now that he had seen what he would be going up against. It wouldn't be easy, and he probably knew it [being insane was never easy - just ask Tawny, she knows quite well], but he was trying to help her anyway, and that meant quite a lot to the amber she-cat. Warm gaze came to rest upon his own golden orbs, smiling in their very own way, and then the younger feline dipped her head, thankfulness radiating from her every pore. A soft smile was now being displayed on her features as her fear and shame began ebbing away again, leaving behind a thoroughly shaken but considerably less mad feline in their wake. "Yeah... maybe we should." Her eyes were wide open now, firey pools of orangish brown, and a full grin of joy could be seen on her maw, replacing the various expressions she had worn moments before. She rasped her tongue over the tom's cheek, yet another manner of her's for saying 'thank you', and leaped like a frog onto the muddy bank, completely forgetting the osprey that was now struggling on its back, letting out hoarse screeches every once in a while. Her bushy tail flicked in another direction, farther into the Prairie, to indicate the direction they should go. Though the blackbirds were now gone, returned to their cool home in the trees, she was sure she would return there sometime soon and say hello. "C'mon! We should go. I'm better now." And she meant it. Stoneshadow might not know it, but his help meant the world to the young she-cat, and she was considerably relieved by the fact that he didn't seem to cautious or furious at her. She didn't care now if he thought her weird. At least he had helped her, and that was quite something.
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