(Hi Mango!
And hi, Lunarflower! Your form is almost perfect. There's just one thing: Appletail couldn't have been abandoned by a loner cat or he wouldn't have powers. That's the whole reason why I don't allow loners in this RP. ... Sorry if I seem harsh, I just want to make sure that you fully understand the roleplay and I fully understand your characters. Once that is fixed, I'll go ahead and add your charries to the front page. ^^ I'm much nicer when you get to know me, I promise. xD EDIT: Well, it looks like Rose got to it before I did, but I'll go ahead and leave it anyway.)
AirClan
Ashfeather's crying subsided, and she finally regained enough strength to look up at the sky. A wind whistled through the branches of her tree, the only tree in all of AirClan territory. She called it down to her, eyes glowing slightly in the darkness, and lifted her head to let it dry the tears from her fur. The cool, moving air invigorated her, and her breaths came more easily.
Nightfeather put his foot down and did not pick it up again, feeling the wind change direction. He glanced up on the hill, searching for the faint silvery glow of cat's eyes near the base of the tree. If it was there, it was hidden by the mist of darkness hovering around Ashfeather's tree.
Ashfeather's tree, he thought as he started walking again. That was what they called it, the huge oak tree high on the hill. Their clanmates called it simply, "The Oak Tree," and thought nothing more of it. Ashfeather's tree was almost sacred to him, full of childhood memories that teased his consciousness whenever he stood beside it. Ashfeather's tree had been Ashfeather's tree for as long as he could remember. Ashfeather had named it herself the first day she had come to AirClan as a small apprentice, her thin frame shaking in fear and nervousness. He had followed her to the tree in the cloud of night that matched his fur so perfectly. They hadn't been apart since that night. It had also been a sort of game for them, to see who could finish their chores fastest and get to her tree first. She had often won, and sometimes, when she was exceptionally quick, she would find time to climb up in the branches and surprise him when he finally showed up, tired and worried. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. That had always made him laugh, erasing any feelings of contempt that she had beaten him yet again. He did not always lose; Ashfeather only made it seem that way. He liked letting her win, although he did not have to most of the time. Ashfeather made a good warrior, and she took the time to know his weak spots very well. That thought sent him back to their first battle. WaterClan had chased a badger into their territory, and there were rumors that they had done it on purpose. Despite Rainstar's cries for peace, they were marching into battle against the sleek-furred water cats. The two apprentices were terrified, not knowing what to expect. Unfortunately, ignorance blossomed into imaginings of death, pain, and eternal suffering. Not that either of them had really known what those were. Eyes wide and frightened, they had promised to meet at the tree straight afterwards "to make sure we don't lose each other." That was Featherpaw's real fear at the time; losing Ashpaw. They were best friends, and he was just beginning to find deeper feelings for her that he couldn't quite make sense of yet. Maybe she had read that in his eyes, seen the fear and the way his gaze clung to her form in the magnetic way he had always been drawn to her. Maybe she had caught him reading her eyes, as he had the uncanny ability to pinpoint almost every thought or hers if he was focusing hard enough. Her eyes. Ashfeather did not give away her feelings easily, she had learned not to the hard way. But her eyes were always clear, blue pools of emotion just waiting for him to delve into. He remembered the day his gaze had sent ripples across the blue pools of her eyes. He had heard her breath catch, felt her heart flutter next to his, seen her eyes open up, inviting him in with the faintest trace of surprise. "She loves me, too," he had thought, and when her tail touched his lightly, he siezed it, twining the silver and black together. When she did not pull away, he knew. Nightfeather stopped his thoughts in their tracks, heart beating fast and chills floating deliciously down his spine. The grass rustled against his pelt, and he was afraid of being discovered. Ashfeather would know he was coming and prepare some ridiculous speech to tell him to leave her alone. If he could catch her by surprise, maybe he could talk some sense into her. It was extremely hard to catch Ashfeather by surprise he realized, padding on. She was given the gift every newborn cat received; the gift of sight, hearing, and smell. She just used them more efficiently than others. Certainly more efficiently than himself. He remembered trying to pull the same trick she often had as apprentices. After his chores, he had raced towards Ashpaw's tree and, not finding her there, had scrambled up the trunk. When she had arrived a few minutes later, she had smiled gently to herself and meowed quietly, not using his name, "I know you're there." They were the exact words that raised his eyes now to see Ashfeather standing in the moonlight on the hill. Her silver fur shone in the sparkling light, and her usually blue eyes glowed white with just the faintest traces of light grey. She didn't say it fiercely, nor was she standing in a menacing position. She simply stood, tail twitching carelessly over the ground. She simply spoke, voice floating down to him softly on the wind. "I know you're there."
Battle
Earthpaw gasped in pain, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He stumbled backwards as the DarkClan tom's fangs released his shoulder. Brightpaw cowered in fear, inching back towards where the kits were hiding. She didn't want to be in the path of this menacing cat.
Marshpelt's eyes widened as Islandsong came towards him, as beautiful as ever in the moonlight. "What..." he mumbled between kit fur, then realized what she was doing. The tortoiseshell tom stopped mid-stride and turned to her, raising his right paw carefully, trying not to drop the kit. He gently placed the wounded tom-kit across Islandsong's shoulders, afraid that carrying him by the scruff would cause even more pain since he was bleeding from the head. By now his jaw was getting sore from carrying two kits at once. They had to hurry. Marshpelt looked back at the hollow they were heading for. Maybe they could figure out what it was when they entered it. His paws resumed motion at a quicker pace now that he could use all four of them. They were almost...there! In a final burst of speed, the two cats reached the leader's den with all three kits intact.
Petalsong blinked, trying to see who was speaking, but all she got was stinging blood in her eyes. The tom who spoke sounded friendly, and she doubted a DarkClan cat would speak those words in such a sincere tone. "No. My kits," she murmured quietly. "The medicine supply. That's what they're after. Not me."
(I wrote a Rose post! ^^ Yay for Nightfeather! Oh, and here's the link to our PowerClans discussion:
viewtopic.php?f=5&t=211477 From now on, I would ask that you post any OOC in that forum.)
by LunarFaith » Sun Jul 18, 2010 4:56 am 
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