- [ this being a first post, i will try to get this done. c: ]
[ Sorry for my late and short posts. (my muse is a little low right now...)
I'm very busy with school and such, but I try to get on CS as often as I can. :c
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[ And...Bramblepaw's post is on hold because I'm waiting for bleu. to assign mentors. c; ]
[ @bleu; Thanks! c: I'll start on Bramblepaw's post. But I'm going to take my time on it because my hand hurts. D: ]
- ｄｅｓｅｒｔｌｏｔｕｓ.
[ she-cat ] - [ 29 moons ] - [ warrior ] - [ smooth ]
ａｓｋ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｈａｌｌ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅ.
- -----I laid in my mossy bed sleeping soundly. I was wide awake and it was still dark out. TimberClan cats know me as a persuasive speaker and a strong-willed she-cat. I earned respect and I respect them back. But I was troubled. I couldn't sleep last night. I tried not to toss and turn, but of course, I couldn't help it. I suspected many of the other warriors are irritated and will avoid me for a while.
-----I finally drifted off into a restless sleep and was wakened by rustling around me. Warriors were already walking out the den to tend to duties. I should too.
-----I sat up and stretched out my long body. I had a leaner body than most of the cats here with long legs and elegant form. Even my tail was long and flowing. My pelt was an unusal color for a forest cat. I was told my ancestors originated from the desert, hence my name. I was built for speed and stamina. Not strength. But I think I serve Smallstar well. At least, I hope she and the others think so.
-----I padded out of my den as the sun's warm rays embraced me. I always had loved the heat and warmth of the sun. It was never too hot for me. If it was, then the other cats with their thicker and darker furs must be boiling. I flicked my tail as I watched my fellow clanmates walk around busily. I saw the deputy, Ashfall, and wondered if she had any patrols for me to go on. I could use a good hunting patrol. I needed to keep my legs muscled and swift. It was my only real advantage to make up for the lack of strength I had. That, and my elegant image and smooth speech.
-----I padded over to the orange tabby cat with long strides and silent steps. She appeared to be finishing a conversation so I sat aside as I waited for her to finish. The she-cat warrior turned to look at me with questioning eyes and pricked ears. I was taller than her, I was taller than almost every cat in the clan, thanks to my long legs and lean body, but that didn't mean she could have me on my back by mere force. I dipped my head in greeting. "Good morning, Ashfall. Do you have any patrols for me to go on? Maybe a hunting patrol, perhaps?" I should find Ivypaw too. She could come with me on a patrol. Desertlotus looked around camp for Ivypaw while she waited for Ashfall's reply.
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- ｂｒａｍｂｌｅｐａｗ.
[ tom ] - [ 11 moons ] - [ apprentice ] - [ daring ]
ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｐｌａｎ; ａｔｔａｃｋ.
- -----on hold. @bleu; i'll wait for him to get a mentor so he could bother him/her. xD
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- ｋｒｙｐｔｏｎ.
[ tom ] - [ 35 moons ] - [ loner ] - [ courageous ]
ｎｏ ｓｏｌｄｉｅｒ ｉｓ ｅｖｅｒ ｌｅｆｔ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ.
- -----With ears flat against my head and wind blowing through my fur, I ran with great speed. My paws felt like they were barely touching the ground. I was flying.
-----I picked up speed since my prey seemed to be getting away. I slid under a fallen log covered in moss and mushrooms. I quickly resumed the chase. I was gaining on the fear-stricken rabbit. I leapt into the air and slid out my claws. With open jaws I fell upon the brown rabbit and snapped its neck within the same second. I stood over my new meal with a rush of pride and thudding heart. Another meal for today, I thought. It's not that I didn't get enough to eat... It's just that, I had to be careful where I hunted. There were two Clans with many strong cats ready to kill me if I was caught hunting on their territory. And plus, I'm a noble cat. I help others in need, whether they are a Clan cat, loner, or a kittypet. There were some days were I don't eat much or at all because I give my meals to some dear friends of mine who need it more than I do... Foolish? No, I think it's something I would live for.
-----I am a survivor. A soldier. I know how to ration my food in times of famine. I know how to find or makeshift a workable shelter in stormy weather. I know how to navigate my way around by relying merely on my sense of smell. I'm practically busy all day long. I have my work cut out for me. But...there are just some days when I stay up late and wait for the stars to come out. It's really a magnificent sight for one to behold. When I was young, I was told that my ancestors are up there. Living in harmony and hunting forever. The thought of being a Clan cat and hunting like them made me thrilled. But long story short...I'm a loner. And...Clan cats despise any cat who doesn't have warrior blood. And I don't think I'm worthy enough to join a Clan. Anyway, what I mean to say is, I don't know if I'm important enough to have a destiny. Like, a real adventure for me to go on and live for.
-----I blinked and realized I had zoned out for a few seconds. Daydreaming and wishful thinking, Krypton, I thought with a heavy sigh. My whole point being, I don't think the ancestors care for minor cats like myself. I think if I were a Clan cat, my ancestors would look at me differently. With my happiness washed away like a cold wave of water, I trudged back to my territory with my rabbit. I just wish I was important enough.
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