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Post by Aroura on Nov 8, 2010 21:33:48 GMT -5
An electricfingly white she cat walked through the forest. Her pelt matted and her tail drooping. She walked with a slite limp and her eyes trickled out her tears. Moments later, it was just her luck that she walked into an abondoned rabbit den. " AHHAAHHAA!!" She wailed in pain and now the quiet stream turned into a rushing river of salty water.
A silver she cat moved through the forest with bright look in her wolf amber eyes. Once I catch this mouse my fresh-kill catch would be suitable for my clan. At the sound of a wail the mouse dashed into the forest, but the thunderclan cat knew that the kill didnt matter, but the cat that had cried in pain needed help. Will quick paw stepps Silverstar raced to the sound to see a white she cat laying on her side with a paw in a rabbit hole...
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Post by Cross on Nov 9, 2010 19:06:58 GMT -5
Scorpionpaw
perfect by nature
icons of self-indulgence -------------------------------------------------- you're too important for anyone
Dark ginger fur flashed as it past through the trees, a blur as it swept through the forest. The color of its fur was so dark ginger, it seemed almost red. If one looked closely, they could catch a glimpse of the almond brown eyes which were locked on the small grayish brown mouse ahead of it. Quick and quiet paw steps were used as the cat neared the mouse, intent on making his kill. His lips pulled, back, revealing his sharp white teeth which he planned to break the mouse's neck with. His claws unsheathed themselves, and left small gashes in the soft, forest ground. He hungered for blood, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. At least until somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered that he had to hunt for the Clan first, even though his own stomach was growling with the pain of hunger. He hadn't eaten at all yet today, but after this, he could probably have something that was on the freshkill pile. He leaped, his paws leaving the ground in a sudden bunching of muscles, while he catapulted himself off of the ground, towards the mouse, who had obviously noticed too late that it was this cat's prey.
Suddenly, a loud cry broke through the silence, and it was not the mouse nor the tom who had uttered the noise. The ginger tom, surprised, lost his balance mid-leap and plummeted towards the ground, hitting it with a soft thump. As you probably already guessed, the mouse darted off unscathed, while the ginger tom lay on the ground, winded. After a few moments that, to him, felt like hours, he sat up and looked around, eye narrowed in fury at whoever made the noise that messed him up. A snarl formed on his lips, and he turned his head towards where he had heard the sound echo from. They must be over there, he thought darkly, claws itching to lash out at something. He wasn't usually this temperamental, but he was starving, and he wasn't allowed back into camp without freshkill, so he was already irritated to begin with. His tail lashed, and he stood, starting to walk over to where the cry came from.
you play the role of all you long to be
Soon, he started to jog, and in a matter of seconds he was, once again, racing through the forest; a red blur. Everything around him was passing by too fast for him to notice, except the blended greens and reds that signaled that it was Leaf-Fall, and that Leaf-Bare was coming soon. He was prepared for the cold weather, though he had never experienced one yet. His lips were no longer formed in the shape of a snarl, but a frown still covered his maw. He was upset. Very upset, and he wanted an explanation for why that cat had cried out when obviously others would be hunting. No one in ThunderClan would have done that, or they would have at least cried for help, and not just make a sound of pain. He could care less about his Clanmates, but he supposed that it was his duty to help the cats that can't help themselves. His legs, though they were short, had already taken him over a long distance, and since he had already run not a long while ago, he was quickly tiring.
He could smell other cats now; one a stranger, and the other one of his ThunderClan Clanmates. Finally, after another few paw steps, he came upon the old rabbit den that was in their territory, also finding an extremely white she-cat, who was definitely the loner he had scented. She was wounded, and unhealthy. Her once beautiful pelt was now matted, and her tail drooped sadly. He didn't feel bad for her though; he rarely felt anything besides anger, boredom, and loneliness now. He found his leader, Silverstar already there, obviously checking out who had made the noise too. Scorpionpaw felt his hackles rise, and he crept out, a low growl erupting from his throat. He didn't stand next to his leader though, for even though he was a ThunderClan cat, he didn't exactly like his Clan. Sure, maybe if his parents were still alive things would be different, but nothing was here for him now. "What are you doing on ThunderClan territory?" he hissed, teeth bared and ears laid flat against his head. Almond brown eyes that were usually stoic were now burning with fury. "Your wailing caused me to miss my mark, and now I have nothing to give my Clan to prepare for the harsh Leaf-Bare coming." He could care less about his Clan, but his leader was there, so he couldn't say that the she-cat had caused him to miss his ticket to get out of work and actually get something to eat.
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Tagged;; Quiara
Notes;; Longest post in my role playing history so far.
Lyrics;; Where will you go- Evanescence |
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Post by Aroura on Nov 10, 2010 17:17:53 GMT -5
Silverstar falshed a glare at Scorpionpaw to tell the apprentice to calm himself and be quiete. Then, she pick the cat up by the scruff with her strong jaw, then placed her on her side." What is your name?"
The white she cat wimpered when she was being lifted as her paws slide out of the hole. She has strength..." My... name is... Lightning...strike...please... help me...." She spoke with heaving breathing in a hushed voice.Silverstar sighed and then looked at Scorpionpaw," If you help me carry her to the camp you will be done for the day..."
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Post by Cross on Nov 10, 2010 18:08:29 GMT -5
Scorpionpaw
perfect by nature
icons of self-indulgence -------------------------------------------------- but i, i know who you really are
Scorpionpaw stood there, body shaking in what he called fury, though it was more of fear; fear of now getting in trouble with his leader. He knew he shouldn't have had that outburst in front of her, nor should he have said anything like that to what he knew the leader considered a 'guest.' He wanted to snort at that last thought, because he knew that this 'guest' was most likely going to join the Clan now. He knew Silverstar was going to make the offer, or the she-cat on the ground was going to ask. The white she-cat looked like she didn't want to be alone at all, but she didn't feel right. No one felt right to him anymore, not even his own Clanmates. He felt more alone then he had when he was a kit, though now he was actually probably going to get in trouble for saying something he shouldn't have. He glanced at the white she-cat on the ground again, but found that he didn't regret his words as much as he should have.
The dark ginger tom looked at his leader. Compared the the white she-cat, Silverstar was like a lion; healthy and strong. Confident and proud was how he would describe his leader. A silver lion, Scorpionpaw mused, though there is no such thing. He held a certain amount of respect for his leader, and that was it. Nothing else was felt for her. Not love, not happiness, not even hate. His gaze went and rested back on the she-cat on the ground. She's wounded, he thought, I wonder what happened. Now that he had released his pent up anger, he felt better now. Teeth still bared, he let his hackles fall, though now his eyes were locked on the she-cat. Who was she, and where had she come from? He would find out later most likely, and who knows, maybe he wouldn't even care enough to know after this. His almond brown eyes glared daggers at the intruder, and hopefully she would find that he was not the most easiest cat to mess with.
you're the one who cries when you're alone
Out of the corner of his sharp eyes, the ginger tom found his leader, Silverstar glaring at him. He took the glare as his first warning, and let his lips cover his teeth. His ears pricked up in a neutral way, though his eyes stayed narrow. He was still upset that this rogue had made him mess up his hunt. After all, Leaf-Bare was coming, and he wanted to prove himself to his grandmother, White-whisker, even if they both hated each other. Silverstar was clearly wanting him to stop fully, so he opened his eyes fully, so they were not narrow anymore. Now he looked like the perfect picture of boredom. He supposed this made him look less intimidating, but to some cats, it was mighty disturbing at times. He watched as his leader picked up the she-cat by her scruff, moving her onto her side. "What is your name?" he heard his leader ask the intruder, the one who shouldn't have been here.
It wasn't like she was a Clan cat, so why did Silverstar bother with her? Was it her duty to protect all cats that came into her land? Would she do it for a cat in another Clan, he wondered, eyes darting to the forest around them. He hated this place. It was too happy, with all of the chirping birds and happy smiles that his Clanmates gave him. Of course, they were not returned, and Scorpionpaw would walk calmly away. He had nothing special in his life, except for trying to stay alive. "My... name is ...Lightning...strike...please... help me...." he heard the white she-cat speak for the first time. Lightningstrike, huh? It explains the bright pelt color, he thought. He looked at his leader, who had just sighed. Was she tired, or was she just not wanting to ask Scorpionpaw for help, wondering if he was going to throw a fit about it? I'm not a kit, he thought indignantly, though the leader probably wasn't even thinking about him, she had more important things to do. "If you help me carry her to the camp you will be done for the day..." his leader spoke. He nodded, and waited for her to tell him what she needed done. He really didn't want to have to carry the she-cat, but if it had to be done, he guessed it had to be done.
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Tagged;; Quiara
Notes;; Second longest post in my role playing history so far.
Lyrics;; Where will you go- Evanescence |
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Post by Aroura on Nov 10, 2010 21:46:16 GMT -5
ooc: they long post just keep coming eh? lol they're realy good
ic:The silver she cat took and deep breath and spoke." Get a strong grip on her scruff and I will grab her on her haunches." Her amber eyes looked at the she-cat with her wolf amber eyes and rubbed her nose against her haunches to see if they hurt her. She winced the tiniest bit and Silverstar knoew that they only hurt because she was tired. Now she graps some loose skin and pulled up win strong, hard muscles that rippled under her pelt.
Lightningstrike tried to support her front wait before Scorpionpaw could grab her to try to proove to herself that she didn't need them to help her completly but her front legs wobbled and she colapsed onto the forest floor taking in a face ful of dirt." For Starclan skake Scorpionpaw! Help her like I told you to!." She scolded through fur filled teeth.
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Post by Cross on Nov 11, 2010 8:33:08 GMT -5
Scorpionpaw
perfect by nature
icons of self-indulgence -------------------------------------------------- but where will you go,
The dark ginger tom observed the white she-cat, who they found was named Lightningstrike. He first looked over her matted pelt, and some of the mats were a browning color from her laying in the dirt. It wasn't too long, nor was it too short; it was the perfect fit for this cat. Her pelt looked like it was once a beautiful, soft, shining blanket that covered her body, but now it was dull and matted. He noticed that one of her paws was adorned with black fur instead of white fur. He tilted his head slightly, wondering if it was just covered in dark dirt. After observing for a few moments, he found that it was indeed black fur. Next he glanced up at her face, which, placed on her forehead in the shape of lightning, was a scar. He wondered how she had come to have such a shape on her head, but he dismissed that from his mind. Her eyes were a cold, hard emerald color, sort of like his brown ones except that he had more of a bored look, while she looked utterly strong.
He glanced at her pelt once again, noticing the muscles that rippled underneath. She was, in fact, way more muscular than the short Scorpionpaw, and he inwardly scowled. Of course, in reality, not a muscle in his face moved. He glanced at his leader, whose fur compared the Lightningstrike's was very thick. Sort of like that silver lion he was calling her moments before. He openly smirked at his thoughts, and continued to watch his leader. Her eyes were a golden color, like a wolf's. Or a lion's, he thought, amused. Wow, he could find amusement in the weirdest of things! Something on one of her forelegs caught his eyes. He glanced down and saw a large scar running up the top portion of her left front leg. Again, he wondered how the two had gotten such scars, now that his observing was finished. Silverstar's was probably from a fight with another Clan, or a wandering rogue, while Lightningstrike's was from somewhere that he did not know.
with no one left to save you from yourself?
He heard his leader take a deep breath before speaking. "Get a strong grip on her scruff and I will grab her on her haunches." his leader ordered, and of course, he had to obey. He really wasn't wanting to carry another cat, especially since he was shorter than the she-cat. Sure he was eight moons, but apparently he was destined to be shorter than his fellow warriors. He hesitantly took a few steps to the white she-cat and stopped, but that was close enough for him. Besides, he was only like the length of a claw away from her. He was about to lean down, but found she was trying to support herself. He waited, hoping that she could so he didn't have to put her matted neck fur in his mouth. Her front legs gave out, and she took in a face full of dirt. Scorpionpaw wanted to smirk at her failure, but his leader spoke before he could. "For Starclan's sake Scorpionpaw! Help her like I told you to!" his leader, Silverstar, scolded him.
He glared at her, because obviously, it was not his fault. Or at least he thought so. With a deep breath, he leaned down a picked up the she-cat, her matted fur awkwardly resting in his jaws now. He felt fur brushing against his tongue, and he forced his tongue as far back as it could go without choking himself. He did not want to taste her, nor any other cat. He couldn't look back at his leader to glare at her, so he settled for glaring at the scenery ahead. Of course, it was a beautiful sight, with all of the greens and reds mixing together, and also a little bit of gold. The only thing that marred this beautiful scene was the insistent chirping that echoed through the trees. Now he openly scowled, the chirping filling his ears. He wanted to go and knock some sense into that bird. Why couldn't it see that it could not chirp as great as the other birds? It's probably a baby one, he mused, scowl turning back into his blank look.
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Notes;; Yep, and thank you:)
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Post by Aroura on Jun 22, 2011 0:53:10 GMT -5
The Thunderclan leader padded toward her camp, her paws thuded agaisnt the hardening forest floor. Her neck muscles flared against her pelt along with her shoulders as the she-cats dirty fur put a earthy taste in her mouth. She examined the cat she carried as best as she could from her angle. Strong, she must have gotten through alot of trouble to get into this state with her muscles; and agile, not too heavy set. Then she remembered Lightningstrike's eyes when they looked up at her when she told gave Silverstar her name. They were pleading but... there's something under them, something hard. She internaly shook away the thought and then spotted the main enterance of the Thunderclan camp.
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