Sunclan
Ravenkit peeked open one drowsy eye. "Hm?" He mumbled slightly, feeling drained after the very late night, and even more so due to the fight with Featherkit. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of Melodykit, and realized she was being held by Brightpaw. "Brightpaw, what's going on?" He yawned drowsily as he pulled himself lazily to his small black paws. His neon green eyes were slightly puffy, and his pelt was roughly groomed. Looking up at the very early light of the sky, he looked back at Brightpaw like she was crazy. "Am I missing something here?" His jaws parted in a very wide yawn, his voice still mumbled.
(Fail, I know, just bear with me here Dx )
Starclan
Dovepaws eyes opened slowly, as she listened to the sweet sounding birdsong around her. Everything was perfect, everything was serene and calm. But that gut feeling still remained, the one that told her something wasn't right in her life, that something was wring, or missing. The harder she tried to block out her thoughts, the more pressuring the feeling in her stomach felt, like it was a brick saying her down. She sighed, slamming her claws into the ground, and raking them through the grassy terrain, pulling up the dirt and grit beneath the blades of lush green grass.
PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by major tom » Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:34 am
[[Yay, Tink -- you're back! I hope you enjoyed yourself during the trek, minus your feet hurting. I haven't had the time to write anything celebratory, either; I apologize for being inactive, but I was at a friend's house for the past two days. I was determined to write something detailed to make up for it, but somehow, I don't think it does. . . Anyway, I caught up with Ashwhisker's experience during the battle. As you can see.
Any news from Fairy, Tink?]]
AirClan
It seemed as though at least two cycles of the moon had passed by the time the majority of AirClan finally raced into their gorse-choked camp, although the moon had merely dipped below the horizon as the cats ducked through the tail's-length entryway at the forefront. Ashwhisker took a moment to pause for a few heart-beats just before bounding through the short tunnel; his dull blue eyes surveyed the bright white sphere as it was reduced to a tiny sliver of light. It strikingly resembled an eerie silhouette of a cat's unsheathed claw -- a sight that every cat of the valley was unfortunately familiar with. Then nothing at all was visible but a few final dying moonbeams that escaped from sight in only a pawful of heartbeats. The minority of foliage across the breezy moors granted Ashwhisker a remarkably good view of the moon's setting as well as the night sky in general; their territory's elevation kept them close to the stars, too, so their warrior ancestors were always nearby. It had not seemed like so as of late, however. . .
The medicine cat mentally lurched away from such unfaithful thoughts; the action was punctuated by a denying shake of the head as well as a soft shove in the rear from one of his grumbling Clanmates. "Get a move on," The waiting feline muttered, and Ashwhisker hurried away from the front entrance, too tired to do anything but ignore the rude display of insolence toward the medicine cat. He could not help but agree that he deserved it; he mustn't have thought such rebellious notions. I must remain faithful. asserted Ashwhisker with an air of determination. StarClan is working on abolishing the threat of DarkClan. PowerClans was not assembled in a day, of course. . . Although he could not confirm that for sure, the lean-muscled tom was earnest to refrain from starting another mental argument as he scurried away to find his den in the dark.
Ashwhisker's paws were almost as heavy as his eyelids were when he tumbled into his den at last. Thankfully, utter exhaustion kept most thoughts -- important, mutinous, questioning, or a combination thereof -- at bay as the rather young medicine cat lay down in the center of his den. He caught a last glimpse of the plethora of stars many lengths above his head. The medicine cat's den was the only one in AirClan camp; not even the leader had one, although he or she did have a small, private clearing to themselves. The rest of the camp was open to the sky, and even Ashwhisker's shelter was loosely covered by a thin ceiling of gorse and heather. It was thin enough in most places to be able to see the stars above, although it was more sheltered along the edges where the nests were. He was lucky enough for all of them to be empty for the time being; Ashwhisker was far too tired to treat a patient.
The wiry tom had only just passed the barrier separating dream-land and the waking world when a bone-chilling cry split the night. "Pebblestar!" The medicine cat's den was close enough to the back of camp that Ashwhisker could hear the all-too-familiar sounds of combat that immediately pursued the frantic shriek. A small, withered part of his brain that was likely at least a fraction of every cat's mind whispered appallingly, That wasn't your name. You are not needed. Ignore it. Ashwhisker ignore it after only a moment's hesitation; as loath he would be to admit it, he was tempted by the lulling idea. But that would defy every duty he had as a medicine cat, and he could never do that.
Ashwhisker's eyes shot open, his fur bristled everywhere, and his heart pounded a rapid beat in an adrenaline-induced rhythm. Almost as if on cue, a violent symphony of battle cries, swiping claws, sickening thuds, tearing flesh, shattering bones, imploding minds. He may have imagined the last few, although they seemed alarmingly real in the dead of night. The semi-conscious tom stumbled out of his den -- when had he leaped to his paws? No time to think. A heartbeat -- or the end of one -- was all the time it took for a cat's life to end. Ashwhisker was part of the increasing crowd now, and he could only watch helplessly for the first few, shocked moments as fangs met throats, claws slashed flesh, weapons that all cats were born with were used against each other in the most brutal ways. Then he remembered his nearly lifelong training as a medicine cat, and he was back in action.
Ashwhisker's expert eyes scanned the crowd after he backed away from it slightly to a small rise on which he could watch the fighting unfold; he scrutinized every cat's body, noting their condition and assessing their individual injuries and wounds from afar. Exactly how he had been taught to act in the midst of a battle. So far, he had no need to step in and help a hurt cat, but the battle was still young. Cats were still hurtling from their dens, startled into the vicious carnage. Ashwhisker's heart yearned to help his Clanmates in an entirely different manner; his underused claws itched to sink into DarkClan flesh, but he promptly reminded himself something that his mentor constantly taught him while he was still alive: The warriors fight so you don't have to. Your responsibility is to heal them when needed so that they still can. Despite his silent efforts, the medicine cat was still secretly inclined to fight alongside his Clanmates.
When Ashwhisker anxiously watched a relatively small apprentice being slammed mercilessly into the unforgiving earth, he remembered in a nauseous jolt that he had not seen his apprentice since after the Gathering. His head whipped from side to side several times, but Gracepaw was nowhere to be found. He was in the middle of sending up an inaudible prayer to StarClan when a yowl split the cool predawn air. "Help!" A she-cat cried unsettlingly close. "Nightfeather is critically hurt!" It was about time. Ashwhisker had enough of watching his fellow AirClan felines being hurt just under the state in which he would be able to help them.
It took the not-so-seasoned medicine cat less than a minute to weave his way back to his den, where he found Nightfeather all alone just within the entrance. Ashwhisker nearly turned tail to run in the other direction when he saw how injured the black-furred tom was. At least, his fur used to be black. Back when he had more fur than open wounds on the surface of his skin.
It was hard to believe that the unmoving heap before him was breathing at all within the last day or so, but surely enough when he lowered his ear to the dark warrior's nostrils, a slight movement of air rustled the fur in his ear. Ashwhisker was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Wounded at the brink of disfigurement or not, Nightfeather was still alive -- if barely -- and a cat, Ashwhisker inevitably took the other tom under his care. He moved mechanically, yet with the swift, determined grace of a healer under pressure as he summoned all of his medicinal knowledge while simultaneously fetched every other herb that would be of use to him. He could barely see in the pure blackness before dawn, so it was a mighty stroke of fortune that Ashwhisker was experienced enough to have memorized every leaf, berry, and stem's position in the dug-out compartments of his stored remedies.
It was only when Pebblestar's voice echoed unbroken above the camp that Ashwhisker dare to so much as glance up from his newest project. With a shiver of relief, he realized that the numerous cats standing at attention meant that the battle was over. It seemed that AirClan had won. Yet the thankful emotion was chased almost instantly by a pang of anxiety that that signified that he would also have to treat all of the other wounded cats. And his pale-furred apprentice was still nowhere in his far range of eyesight. Ashwhisker forced himself to ignore those two facts for the time being before dropping his narrowed gaze to the dying cat at his paws as he set to work again, praying that Nightfeather would miraculously recover, or at least last the night.
But of course, how could StarClan do anything to stop a dying cat from joining them?
Any news from Fairy, Tink?]]
AirClan
It seemed as though at least two cycles of the moon had passed by the time the majority of AirClan finally raced into their gorse-choked camp, although the moon had merely dipped below the horizon as the cats ducked through the tail's-length entryway at the forefront. Ashwhisker took a moment to pause for a few heart-beats just before bounding through the short tunnel; his dull blue eyes surveyed the bright white sphere as it was reduced to a tiny sliver of light. It strikingly resembled an eerie silhouette of a cat's unsheathed claw -- a sight that every cat of the valley was unfortunately familiar with. Then nothing at all was visible but a few final dying moonbeams that escaped from sight in only a pawful of heartbeats. The minority of foliage across the breezy moors granted Ashwhisker a remarkably good view of the moon's setting as well as the night sky in general; their territory's elevation kept them close to the stars, too, so their warrior ancestors were always nearby. It had not seemed like so as of late, however. . .
The medicine cat mentally lurched away from such unfaithful thoughts; the action was punctuated by a denying shake of the head as well as a soft shove in the rear from one of his grumbling Clanmates. "Get a move on," The waiting feline muttered, and Ashwhisker hurried away from the front entrance, too tired to do anything but ignore the rude display of insolence toward the medicine cat. He could not help but agree that he deserved it; he mustn't have thought such rebellious notions. I must remain faithful. asserted Ashwhisker with an air of determination. StarClan is working on abolishing the threat of DarkClan. PowerClans was not assembled in a day, of course. . . Although he could not confirm that for sure, the lean-muscled tom was earnest to refrain from starting another mental argument as he scurried away to find his den in the dark.
Ashwhisker's paws were almost as heavy as his eyelids were when he tumbled into his den at last. Thankfully, utter exhaustion kept most thoughts -- important, mutinous, questioning, or a combination thereof -- at bay as the rather young medicine cat lay down in the center of his den. He caught a last glimpse of the plethora of stars many lengths above his head. The medicine cat's den was the only one in AirClan camp; not even the leader had one, although he or she did have a small, private clearing to themselves. The rest of the camp was open to the sky, and even Ashwhisker's shelter was loosely covered by a thin ceiling of gorse and heather. It was thin enough in most places to be able to see the stars above, although it was more sheltered along the edges where the nests were. He was lucky enough for all of them to be empty for the time being; Ashwhisker was far too tired to treat a patient.
The wiry tom had only just passed the barrier separating dream-land and the waking world when a bone-chilling cry split the night. "Pebblestar!" The medicine cat's den was close enough to the back of camp that Ashwhisker could hear the all-too-familiar sounds of combat that immediately pursued the frantic shriek. A small, withered part of his brain that was likely at least a fraction of every cat's mind whispered appallingly, That wasn't your name. You are not needed. Ignore it. Ashwhisker ignore it after only a moment's hesitation; as loath he would be to admit it, he was tempted by the lulling idea. But that would defy every duty he had as a medicine cat, and he could never do that.
Ashwhisker's eyes shot open, his fur bristled everywhere, and his heart pounded a rapid beat in an adrenaline-induced rhythm. Almost as if on cue, a violent symphony of battle cries, swiping claws, sickening thuds, tearing flesh, shattering bones, imploding minds. He may have imagined the last few, although they seemed alarmingly real in the dead of night. The semi-conscious tom stumbled out of his den -- when had he leaped to his paws? No time to think. A heartbeat -- or the end of one -- was all the time it took for a cat's life to end. Ashwhisker was part of the increasing crowd now, and he could only watch helplessly for the first few, shocked moments as fangs met throats, claws slashed flesh, weapons that all cats were born with were used against each other in the most brutal ways. Then he remembered his nearly lifelong training as a medicine cat, and he was back in action.
Ashwhisker's expert eyes scanned the crowd after he backed away from it slightly to a small rise on which he could watch the fighting unfold; he scrutinized every cat's body, noting their condition and assessing their individual injuries and wounds from afar. Exactly how he had been taught to act in the midst of a battle. So far, he had no need to step in and help a hurt cat, but the battle was still young. Cats were still hurtling from their dens, startled into the vicious carnage. Ashwhisker's heart yearned to help his Clanmates in an entirely different manner; his underused claws itched to sink into DarkClan flesh, but he promptly reminded himself something that his mentor constantly taught him while he was still alive: The warriors fight so you don't have to. Your responsibility is to heal them when needed so that they still can. Despite his silent efforts, the medicine cat was still secretly inclined to fight alongside his Clanmates.
When Ashwhisker anxiously watched a relatively small apprentice being slammed mercilessly into the unforgiving earth, he remembered in a nauseous jolt that he had not seen his apprentice since after the Gathering. His head whipped from side to side several times, but Gracepaw was nowhere to be found. He was in the middle of sending up an inaudible prayer to StarClan when a yowl split the cool predawn air. "Help!" A she-cat cried unsettlingly close. "Nightfeather is critically hurt!" It was about time. Ashwhisker had enough of watching his fellow AirClan felines being hurt just under the state in which he would be able to help them.
It took the not-so-seasoned medicine cat less than a minute to weave his way back to his den, where he found Nightfeather all alone just within the entrance. Ashwhisker nearly turned tail to run in the other direction when he saw how injured the black-furred tom was. At least, his fur used to be black. Back when he had more fur than open wounds on the surface of his skin.
It was hard to believe that the unmoving heap before him was breathing at all within the last day or so, but surely enough when he lowered his ear to the dark warrior's nostrils, a slight movement of air rustled the fur in his ear. Ashwhisker was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Wounded at the brink of disfigurement or not, Nightfeather was still alive -- if barely -- and a cat, Ashwhisker inevitably took the other tom under his care. He moved mechanically, yet with the swift, determined grace of a healer under pressure as he summoned all of his medicinal knowledge while simultaneously fetched every other herb that would be of use to him. He could barely see in the pure blackness before dawn, so it was a mighty stroke of fortune that Ashwhisker was experienced enough to have memorized every leaf, berry, and stem's position in the dug-out compartments of his stored remedies.
It was only when Pebblestar's voice echoed unbroken above the camp that Ashwhisker dare to so much as glance up from his newest project. With a shiver of relief, he realized that the numerous cats standing at attention meant that the battle was over. It seemed that AirClan had won. Yet the thankful emotion was chased almost instantly by a pang of anxiety that that signified that he would also have to treat all of the other wounded cats. And his pale-furred apprentice was still nowhere in his far range of eyesight. Ashwhisker forced himself to ignore those two facts for the time being before dropping his narrowed gaze to the dying cat at his paws as he set to work again, praying that Nightfeather would miraculously recover, or at least last the night.
But of course, how could StarClan do anything to stop a dying cat from joining them?
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PowerClans: The Rise of Darkclan (Deputy & Med. Position
by Arouria » Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:03 am
(Hi Tink!! *Runs and hugs* I hope that this is ok :3)
The Night Before........
"Thank you, Ashfeather, Cottenpaw will learn much from you." Her light gray head turned to a gray tom in crowd of cats. "Now, for something else. Smoothpaw, as the oldest apprentice, you took amazing control of the situation. You took on a warrior and won. I think you are ready for your warrior name." Smoothpaw's head snapped up. His blue eyes full of joy. "I, Pebblestar, leader of Airclan, call opon my warrior asestors to look down on this cat, he has trained hard to learn your ways, and in turn I comend him into a warrior. From now on, you shall be known as Smoothstone. We thank you for your curage and strangth in battle." Pebblestar leaned over and touch Smoothstone on the nose. Pebblestar spotted Shinelight's eyes shining in the crowd.
The Next Day
Shinelight streached as she woke from her sleep. The images of the night before floaded back to her. She walked out of the den. No one was in camp, and she knew why. Dawn had not even broken the sky yet. Pebblestar sat outside her den, she padded fowered to Shinelight. "It's time to go." She meowed. "Gracepaw will come with you, why don't you go wake her?" Shinelight nodded her tired head. She padded towerd the medican cat den.
The Night Before........
"Thank you, Ashfeather, Cottenpaw will learn much from you." Her light gray head turned to a gray tom in crowd of cats. "Now, for something else. Smoothpaw, as the oldest apprentice, you took amazing control of the situation. You took on a warrior and won. I think you are ready for your warrior name." Smoothpaw's head snapped up. His blue eyes full of joy. "I, Pebblestar, leader of Airclan, call opon my warrior asestors to look down on this cat, he has trained hard to learn your ways, and in turn I comend him into a warrior. From now on, you shall be known as Smoothstone. We thank you for your curage and strangth in battle." Pebblestar leaned over and touch Smoothstone on the nose. Pebblestar spotted Shinelight's eyes shining in the crowd.
~Cloudmoth~
My world had gone pitch black. I could not feel any bone in my boady. It felt as if I was floating in the air. I heard a sweat, soft voice. It was telling me to come with them. It said it would take away the pounding in my head. It said that Whitefern was there to. When I heard Whitefern's name, something clicked. I remembered something. It flashed in my head: Whitefern getting knocked out by the Darkclan cat. That's who was trying to get to my mind. I couldn't let the voice in, it would take me away. It sounded so soft, like it was all going to be OK, I just had to let go. I kept replaying the scene of Whitefern in my mind. Every time it got more vivid. The voice got farther and father away with each thought. Finaly, the voice was gone. I relaxed, a vital mistake. The second I let my mind wonder, the voice came back louder then before. The consentration I had to put into staying free was making me ache. Memories started to rush back to me. I belonged to the forest. I belonged in Airclan. I belonged to ME! My eyes snapped open as gasped for breath. I shakely stood up on my paws and managed to crawl into my nest. I knew i was out. I had won. My boady ached. I let my head fall, and went into a sleep.
My world had gone pitch black. I could not feel any bone in my boady. It felt as if I was floating in the air. I heard a sweat, soft voice. It was telling me to come with them. It said it would take away the pounding in my head. It said that Whitefern was there to. When I heard Whitefern's name, something clicked. I remembered something. It flashed in my head: Whitefern getting knocked out by the Darkclan cat. That's who was trying to get to my mind. I couldn't let the voice in, it would take me away. It sounded so soft, like it was all going to be OK, I just had to let go. I kept replaying the scene of Whitefern in my mind. Every time it got more vivid. The voice got farther and father away with each thought. Finaly, the voice was gone. I relaxed, a vital mistake. The second I let my mind wonder, the voice came back louder then before. The consentration I had to put into staying free was making me ache. Memories started to rush back to me. I belonged to the forest. I belonged in Airclan. I belonged to ME! My eyes snapped open as gasped for breath. I shakely stood up on my paws and managed to crawl into my nest. I knew i was out. I had won. My boady ached. I let my head fall, and went into a sleep.
The Next Day
Shinelight streached as she woke from her sleep. The images of the night before floaded back to her. She walked out of the den. No one was in camp, and she knew why. Dawn had not even broken the sky yet. Pebblestar sat outside her den, she padded fowered to Shinelight. "It's time to go." She meowed. "Gracepaw will come with you, why don't you go wake her?" Shinelight nodded her tired head. She padded towerd the medican cat den.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by willowsong12 » Sat Jan 01, 2011 12:56 pm
((*Waves like crazy* TINK!!!! Your back! I missed you! *Latches on to Tinks leg like a kid*))
WaterClan
Whisperpaw opened her beautiful blue eyes and let out a quiet yawn. Feeling refreshed she got up and padded out of the apprentice den, shaking out her dark brown fur. Arching her back she leaned down and stretched out her forepaws while her chest touched the ground.
SunClan
Robinpaw got up as he heard his sister calling him. He slipped out and spotted his sister. Fallenpaw looked alot like him except she was shorter and her deep blue eyes. "What is it?"
EarthClan
Dappleheart awoke and quickly got to her paws. She felt wide awake and full of energy, she began deciding patrols in her mind and placing cats in them. Last nights encounter with Pinetail invaded her mind and she soon realized she was blushing so she shook her head clearing it.
WaterClan
Whisperpaw opened her beautiful blue eyes and let out a quiet yawn. Feeling refreshed she got up and padded out of the apprentice den, shaking out her dark brown fur. Arching her back she leaned down and stretched out her forepaws while her chest touched the ground.
SunClan
Robinpaw got up as he heard his sister calling him. He slipped out and spotted his sister. Fallenpaw looked alot like him except she was shorter and her deep blue eyes. "What is it?"
EarthClan
Dappleheart awoke and quickly got to her paws. She felt wide awake and full of energy, she began deciding patrols in her mind and placing cats in them. Last nights encounter with Pinetail invaded her mind and she soon realized she was blushing so she shook her head clearing it.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by Africa. » Sat Jan 01, 2011 1:09 pm
(Oooh, I'm gonna have poor Silverpaw miss her chance to see him comforting her by just seconds! I love torturing my chars <33 )
Sunclan
Silverpaw stirred a tad as Robinpaw pulled away and out of the den, her ear twitching once. Slowly, one silver eye opened in a drowsy haze, then the other, missing Robinpaw by barely seconds. Her jaws parted in a wide, silent yawn, confusion in her eyes. She could have sworn someone had been beside her when she was asleep, the tingle on her side had felt so real. Trying to push the thoughts away, she sat up slowly in her nest, stretching. After a moment, she began grooming her silvery tabby pelt, her licks long and even.
Sunclan
Silverpaw stirred a tad as Robinpaw pulled away and out of the den, her ear twitching once. Slowly, one silver eye opened in a drowsy haze, then the other, missing Robinpaw by barely seconds. Her jaws parted in a wide, silent yawn, confusion in her eyes. She could have sworn someone had been beside her when she was asleep, the tingle on her side had felt so real. Trying to push the thoughts away, she sat up slowly in her nest, stretching. After a moment, she began grooming her silvery tabby pelt, her licks long and even.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by catdoq » Sat Jan 01, 2011 3:38 pm
Silvertail growled and pricked her ears, quikcly hurrying over to Whisperpaw, "Sleep in, why don't you?" She said with a grumpy tone, "Come one, we have to go to the 'chosen' meeting now." Silvertail hissed out chosen, not exactly enjoying the term much. She shook her head and turned, tail brushing Whisperpaw's ear tips as she left for the exit of camp. Silvertail cast a small side glance back to see if she was coming.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by Lady B » Sat Jan 01, 2011 5:37 pm
(( I'm going to be away on holiday until Tuesday, sorry if I don't post! xox ))
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by willowsong12 » Sun Jan 02, 2011 7:03 am
WaterClan
Whisperpaw was alittle suprised by Silvertails tone but she didn't take it personally. "Silvertail it will be ok. WaterClan cats can take care of any problem." She mewed as she smiled up at the other she-cat. Her doubt was running through her mind but she ignored it, it was only a meeting.
RockClan
Islandsong felt tired when she awoke the next morning. Hauling herself to her feet she wearily padded out if the den. Sitting down she began to lazily drag her tongue across one paw.
Whisperpaw was alittle suprised by Silvertails tone but she didn't take it personally. "Silvertail it will be ok. WaterClan cats can take care of any problem." She mewed as she smiled up at the other she-cat. Her doubt was running through her mind but she ignored it, it was only a meeting.
RockClan
Islandsong felt tired when she awoke the next morning. Hauling herself to her feet she wearily padded out if the den. Sitting down she began to lazily drag her tongue across one paw.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by catdoq » Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:08 am
WaterClan
Silvertail sighed, "I'm just not comfortable with anything." She shook her head and thought, I can't worry this apprentice with the worries I have for the situation. She exited camp and breathed in, enjoying the cool air. Silvertail's nose burned din the air and her lungs were burning. Her paws felt frozen and she bristled, walking at a faster pace to warm herself up.
Silvertail sighed, "I'm just not comfortable with anything." She shook her head and thought, I can't worry this apprentice with the worries I have for the situation. She exited camp and breathed in, enjoying the cool air. Silvertail's nose burned din the air and her lungs were burning. Her paws felt frozen and she bristled, walking at a faster pace to warm herself up.
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Re: PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan
by Lady B » Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:12 pm
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One of Honeydew's eyes slitted open, a pale green crescent against the rich gold of her fur. The other eye followed suit as the she-cat arched her back, revelling in the sensation of her muscles stretching and pulling. She padded softly out from the warrior's den and gazed around camp, it was just like normal, soft pastel colours and cats talking, eating, fighting and hunting. The bengal didn't have an apprentice, if she did, she would probably be busy training it but for now she had time to kill. Honeydew decided to go hunting and loped into the forest with her long tail streaming behind her.
One of Honeydew's eyes slitted open, a pale green crescent against the rich gold of her fur. The other eye followed suit as the she-cat arched her back, revelling in the sensation of her muscles stretching and pulling. She padded softly out from the warrior's den and gazed around camp, it was just like normal, soft pastel colours and cats talking, eating, fighting and hunting. The bengal didn't have an apprentice, if she did, she would probably be busy training it but for now she had time to kill. Honeydew decided to go hunting and loped into the forest with her long tail streaming behind her.
Every time you break my heart, I fall for you all over again..
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