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Post by {xx ambrosia!} on Sept 19, 2009 18:58:10 GMT -8
__________________ A small lithe, ginger she-cat was resting in the apprentices’ den after a long day of training with her mentor Whitestorm. First of all, they took a patrol around the borders, renewing the scent markers and to check for any possible trespassers – not to mention anything that may be a thread to the clan, such as fox and badgers. They didn’t pick anything up, but it seemed to take forever in her mind. Though, it didn’t bother her. In fact, every day of training of any sort would result in more experience, therefore getting closer to being a warrior. Then again, she would still have to be twelve moons before she could become a warrior. Either way …
Afterward, on their way back around, they decided to do some battle training. It was quite fun to Sandpaw, actually, but she was off of her game that day. She had often found herself getting pinned down by her white mentor, or just making the wrong moves overall. Despite enjoying it, making those mistakes made her irritated. Oh well.
The battle training worked up their appetite until their stomachs were growling loudly enough to scare the mice away! As for that, they retired from their training to resume later the next day, and did a little hunting. Even so, since it was a hunting patrol, Sandpaw couldn’t eat until she’d fed the rest of the clan – or mainly the elders in her case. The ginger femme was worn out and tired, but she wouldn’t let that stop her from working hard. Sure, she wasn’t always the nicest ...but that didn’t get in the way of her pride, confidence and also independence. Sandpaw had managed to smuggle a starling and a plump meadow vole from the earthy forest. This was good for her, because when she got back and fed the elders, took care of their old bedding and rid them of ticks with the disgusting mouse bile, she was free to eat a nice, juicy rabbit. Rabbits weren’t as often found in Thunderclan, and were generally large, and so she was grateful of it – the apprentice didn’t waste a morsel of the woodland creature.
Finished with her nice, peaceful meal, she sauntered off the to apprentices’ den to do a bit of good napping. Of course, it was at sundown by then. And now is where you find her.
Sandpaw lifted her head up, slowly blinking her eyes to regain a little bit more focus and glanced up from her sleep. The sclera surrounding her vivid green iris’ were very bloodshot, and she laid her head back down, nearly too tired to wake up again. ‘Gah ...,’ the apprentice thought to herself, forcing herself to pick her head back up. She was still tired, but it was almost sunhigh. Sandpaw twitched her nose as she lifted her body up lazily, and shook her head. “Why can’t it be earlier?” she mumbled, complaining to herself. The sun’s rays peeped into the den, lighting up the entrance. She climbed out of her mossy nest and laid her front legs out in front of her, stretching from her claws to her tail. While stretching, her back arched, giving it a strange appearance and her tail went straight up above it. Despite her sleepiness, the red apprentice stopped procrastinating and gingerly padded out of the den, greeted by warm sunlight. Sandpaw was aching for something to eat again, even though she had quite a bit the night before. ‘No more rabbits,’ the small femme shrugged, taking a thrush instead. It was a more meager meal than the rabbit she had just previously eaten, but she would still get her fill. And, anyway, she needed the strength. She had vigorous training yesterday, which was a bit unusual, but she had to be ready in case Whitestorm decided to do something of the like again. Perhaps he was just bored? Because he certainly didn’t slack off in training with her.
Sandpaw saw Firepaw and Graypaw arriving back from the dawn patrol with a couple of warriors, Mousefur and Willowpelt. She flashed the two apprentices a scowl, and flicked her straight up, stalking off in a somewhat ‘snobbish’ manner. She mocked and taunted the two, along with her friend, Dustpaw, but mainly Firepaw. The small she-cat didn’t understand why her leader would invite a kittypet into the clan! It was an outrage, but she didn’t mention anything about it. In her mind, they were too soft and pampered for clan life. He wouldn’t make it another moon without running back to his twolegs for some disgusting kittypet food and a nice, warm bed to sleep in. As the group of cats made their way away from the gorse tunnel to do the rest of their daily duties and whatnot, she decided to head off and ask Lionheart if she was needed for a patrol, since there wasn’t much more to do in camp at the moment. Only just a few minutes before did the clearing start to become at all active. As Sandpaw motioned toward the warriors den and began to trot off to it, she heard a loud screeching. She was so startled that she couldn’t bring herself to look around and see what was going on. It wasn’t because she was afraid, but merely because she was jumped. Before she could, she was pummeled over by a cat, unfairly double the size of her. Small amounts of blood stained her ginger fur and Sandpaw attempted to roll over and rip the large cat off of her back. Though successful, it tried to cling on again as she pulled herself up from the cold ground and it snagged her leg, extending it’s neck forward to bite into her flesh. She ached in pain as it wouldn’t let go, and she arched her back with a loud and furious hiss. “Let me GO!” the apprentice yowled in disgust, suddenly whipping around in rage, tearing her leg out of it’s grips.
The apprentice charged, bowling into the tom. He was sleek chocolate brown, striped with darker brown and black along his pelt’s surface, twice the size of her, maybe even bigger. Though courageous, she was still frightened – you could see it in her eyes, even though she tried not to let it show. Sandpaw desperately wished that it was a smaller, less experienced cat. The average cat would rather instead wish for back up, but her pride and independence was too much of a match for that. Frantically, she unsheathed her claws and began slashing at his stomach as she got him to roll over. “Guard the Nursery!” she yowled in fury, noticing an unfamiliar cat slinking toward where the queens and kits lived and no one was there to protect them. Such mouse brains. As she slit at his stomach, he screeched and pulled his back legs together, pushing them up in a springing motion and kicking her off. Sandpaw landed hard in a sandy area and got up, shaking her pelt. The chocolate tom challenged her yet again, charging toward her straight-on. Luckily, she was prepared for this. She may be young and not as experienced as the warriors, but she wasn’t stupid. It was easily avoided by simply slipping your boding over and to the side. He ran past her, sticking his legs out to skid to a stop. The femme took her change and withdrew her white claws again, propelling after him. Sandpaw struck him in the side near his front legs, and raked them down further to his back thighs. He yowled in pain and dashed off through the gorse tunnel. Though she had scared him off, she had still taken quite a beating from such a large tom, and those weren’t the last of her worries ...more cats were entering the camp! However, as more flooded in, more were killed or chased out of camp. After a long while after and more battling they all pulled through, safe of the invasion for then, but the ‘battlefield’ was covered in feline blood, and many were injured and wounded, including Sandpaw herself. The ginger apprentice just stood there, head down, tail lashing and panting. Her side ached from where she landed with a lot of force on the ground, as well as when his back claws raked her belly while kicking her off, not to mention other lacerations from another cat she fought. Luckily, the other cat was a pretty even match. It was a she-cat, about the same size. The she-cat was tougher and more experienced than Sandpaw, and she didn’t end up fighting her off ...instead, another warrior, Longtail, got her. She steamed and was ticked off. In her mind she wailed in irritation, ‘I can fight my own battles perfectly fine, thank-you!’ but the truth was, she wasn’t winning and she needed help, but wasn’t willing to admit it.
All said and done, the apprentice was just happy that everyone was alright and that it was over. Yawning, she cleaned her wounds as she figured that it would be a long wait to reach Spottedleaf with all of the other ‘patients’ for her to attend. One thing she was wondering, which probably everyone was wondering, was who they were. It was obviously planned, but that wasn’t even the point. The attackers also weren’t clan cats ...it must have been some band of rogues. Probably none of importance, but Sandpaw couldn’t shake the feeling that they were up against something much larger than that.
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A large silver tabby tom trotted into the camp, his head up high and his tail swishing. He passed by the cat you're playing with a smirk on his face, thinking himself as really clever. As he watched the cat with a smirk on his face, he decided then that he would be rude and abrasive for absolutely no reason. So, he came up to your cat.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked your cat in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"
This guy seemed to think he was all that. It could be seen in his orange eyes, focused on your cat. What would your cat say in response in this situation? ________________
Sandpaw ambled through the clearing in the ThunderClan camp, her bright, vivid green eyes, turning to slits as she saw the silver tom strolling into the camp like he was leader. The apprentices’ whiskers twitched, and she approached him, her tail following in a wavy pattern behind her. The tabby sat down, looking her in the eye flirtatiously with his round, glassy orange eyes. What was he doing?
“Well hello there, beautiful. Why are you here in a place like this?”
Sandpaw raised an eyebrow and had a scowl on her face. Who did this tom think he was? That was no way to talk to a she-cat. Tsk tsk. She tensed, and unsheathed her claws instinctively. Digging them into the ground, she pulled up a few blades of the grass. Sandpaw didn’t understand. She sat down, neatly wrapped her tail around her paws; the sun glared in her face, making her squint, but the beams warmed her sleek ginger fur. “I’m here, because this is where I live,” the young apprentice calmed down slightly; this was easier than she thought. He couldn’t need something – he was behaving too leisurely for that. Obviously there was no emergency, either. What? Was he just here to flirt with all of the femmes in ThunderClan. The ginger tabby pinned her ears back, her tail swishing back and forth. He’s just a scoundrel. That fact was utterly true. Otherwise, a creep, a mousebrain, and most definitely a rat.
Sitting up, she whipped around. Her emotions were stirred, and her heart pounded, thumping against her chest. She needed Bluestar ...if she told him off herself, what if he changed his mind and turned on her? Stalking off, her tail hung behind her like a broken hinge. “Excuse me,” Sandpaw meowed, glancing back at him. Ugh! He was still staring at her with his glassy, beady eyes.
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Post by ( ` ShImMeR ) on Sept 19, 2009 21:52:52 GMT -8
#1: A large silver tabby tom trotted into the camp, his head up high and his tail swishing. He passed by the cat you're playing with a smirk on his face, thinking himself as really clever. As he watched the cat with a smirk on his face, he decided then that he would be rude and abrasive for absolutely no reason. So, he came up to your cat.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked your cat in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"
This guy seemed to think he was all that. It could be seen in his orange eyes, focused on your cat. What would your cat say in response in this situation? s i l v e r s t r e a m. [/font][/size][/b] Birdsong serenaded a silver feline's ears as her sapphire orbs flickered, fighting the urge to give up and say naptime. But a ceremony was a ceremony, and new warrior Silverstream had stayed up all night to hold vigil to honor her name. It was nearly dawn now - the silver tabby wished that the Dawn Patrol head for today, Leopardfur, would just hurry on with it and release Silverstream from her hold. A foreign cat-scent hit Silverstream's nose. Immediately, the willowy young female jumped to her paws, her senses on hyper-alert as she slowly, cautiously scented the air. She contemplated on what would be a better choice: Freaking out and lanching a screaming fit to wake everycat up, or taking on this intruder head on? Hmm.Then a fairly handsome tom swaggered into Silverstream's sight. She bit her maw, blue eyes trying to hide her surprise and fear, and was disgusted with herself when she thought, Hey, he's pretty cute.[/color] 'Well hello there, beautiful.'Excuse me, what? Silverstream glanced confusedly up at the confident tom, leaning slightly towards her with his tail casually caressing hers. All thoughts of the tom's attractiveness disappeared. She glared at his tail, her heart beating in double-time.
This just sucks. I can't break my vow of silence...!'Why are you here in a place like this?'Huh? Silverstream blinked before realization washed through her. He insulted the living conditions of RiverClan. Immediately, her mouth opened. "I could ask the same for you," Silverstream mewed sweetly, her gaze innocent. "I live here, and this place is perfectly respectable."
Her almighty father Crookedstar could punish her later for breaking her vow to shut up. Frankly, Crookedstar was the last of Silverstream's worries as she glared at the trespasser. "If you don't get your mangy pelt out of RiverClan's territory as soon as possible, I am going to give you some." Silverstream lifted one paw in the air, unsheathed her claws, and slashed them neatly through the air. She was satisfied at the clean sound that popped in her ears.
The tom seemed unperturbed. Silverstream's eyes narrowed, waiting for him to respond. Yeah, great. First day of warriorhood, and I get a visitor that thinks I'm 'beautiful.' The RiverClan she-cat could almost hear her sarcasm in her thoughts. Quote:#2: Nice that you were probably just minding your own business. Suddenly, your cat hears screeching behind him/her, and suddenly, a weight drops onto the back of your cat. The screeching is loud, and blood is being splattered everywhere as all around your cat, your cat can tell that its whole Clan/family is being attacked.
What is your cat going to do? { sandpaw }will be finished. dun worry. <3 #3: All right, I know this is the dumbest example with absolutely no detail, but...
Your cat's best friend just died. (Pretend he/she actually has a friend if he/she doesn't.)
How would he/she react? ;;mistyfoot.[/font][/size] will be finished asap. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by ◕ ◡ ◕ WHiT3 on Sept 20, 2009 13:05:31 GMT -8
Whitestorm #1: A large silver tabby tom trotted into the camp, his head up high and his tail swishing. He passed by the cat you're playing with a smirk on his face, thinking himself as really clever. As he watched the cat with a smirk on his face, he decided then that he would be rude and abrasive for absolutely no reason. So, he came up to your cat. "Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked your cat in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?" This guy seemed to think he was all that. It could be seen in his orange eyes, focused on your cat. What would your cat say in response in this situation? The soft scuffling of leaves on the trees echoed and soft sirens of perfectly noted bird songs echoed through the clearing. Glancing up; Whitestorm watched as a soft flower dropped from on the the trees above. The white tom was out patrolling, something a single cat usually didn't do by themselves; but thanks to Leafbare, many warriors were lost. Making large patrols hard to come by. As the birds tweeted on; Whitestorm continued his patrol. The forest seemed so peaceful after leafbare. With kits on the way, for both all animals; with the soft sent of life everywhere; with the warm sun; and the greenest. It was easy to forget about the other clans.
White fangs glimmered in the sunlight as Whitestorm opened his mouth to draw in the scents around him. Though the sent of fish still clung to the air; it was easy to tell the sent had only drifted across from the border Thunderclan shared with Riverclan. The white warrior jumped up onto a rock for a better view of his home. Where the warrior stood now was called Sunningrocks; a piece of territory that had once belonged to Riverclan many moons ago, or at least that was what Whitestorm was told. The warm rocks were perfect for bathing in the sun on a lazy day, and many land game also hide in the cracks of the rocks. Making it a perfect hunting spot as well. A relaxed sight escaped Whitestorm's jaws; the warmth, the peace, the game. Everything was how it should be.
For many cats, paroling was seen as a chance to claw off the pelts of the other clan's warriors. So when a patrol only find the leaves crossing the border; many cats find this a disappointment. For Whitestorm, though, he fins it a much bigger disappointment if he finds the sent of another clan on his territory. So today, the white tom felt very joyful. Fresh prey, no trespassing, warm sunshine; it really was turning out to be an amazing day. Though Whitestorm would rather have peace then battle; this did not mean that he would run away from any fight. Whitestorm was a very loyal cat; his heart forever following Thunderclan no matter how awful things would get. Whitestorm would easily fight to the death for his clan and would easily break any warrior code if it meant the survival of his home ( Of coarse, only if everything else had failed and there was nothing left for any cat to do )
Whitestorm bounded down from the warm rock; his muscles tensing at his graceful landing. Then he simply ran. “ It feels so good to run like this again “; Whitestorm leaped over a fallen tree; his heart pounding against his ribs. The earnest white warrior soon came upon camp, his home. Whitestorm slowed as he reached the camp before walking in. Flicking his tail in greeting towards a few cats; the tom glanced over at the Freshkill Pile. The pile was full, something that many cats hadn't seen in a very long time. Glancing around; amber eyes tried to find either Bluestar or Lionheart so he many report. Yet nether of the warriors seemed to be around. The warrior sighed as he laid; deciding he would enjoy the sun while he waited for his superiors.
"Well hello there, beautiful, Why are you here in a place like this?"
Large amber orbs blinked at this, “ beautiful? ”. Whitestorm's slender body was curled into a tight ball; his head staring up at the silver tom. The tom was large; much like Whitestorm's childhood friend, Tigerclaw. The tom's orange eyes glowed with such cheekiness, it was hard to tell if he was serious or not. Whitestorm slowly got up from where he was laying, the hot sun reflecting slightly off his white pelt. There was many things the white tom could say; he could attack the tabby, he could humiliate him, he could even have him chased out of the territory. “ Cats should not be waltzing into other cats camp“ his voice was deep, but not thundering like Tigerclaw's and Lionheart's were, “ Tell me, why have you come to Thunderclan territory? “ Though his words were cold; there was not one speck of hostility.
Through both Blustar and Patchpelt, Whitestorm had become a very calm cat. Though every morsel of him wanted to chase the cat of Thunderclan territory ( for both mistaking for a she-cat and for breaking into his camp ). The white warrior held his ground, telling himself that if no one else spotted him he must have a right to the camp. Though he couldn't understand why his aunt would allow this cheeky tom to the camp, Whitestorm was in no place to judge her decision. For if Whitestorm knew anything about the pretty blue-gray she-cat was that she knew what she was doing. “ I expect Bluestar already knows you are here “ the white tom said under hid breath, amber orbs trying to read past the awful pride that clouded the tom's eyes. “ Come then; I will show you around camp “
#2: Nice that you were probably just minding your own business. Suddenly, your cat hears screeching behind him/her, and suddenly, a weight drops onto the back of your cat. The screeching is loud, and blood is being splattered everywhere as all around your cat, your cat can tell that its whole Clan/family is being attacked. What is your cat going to do? Whitestorm held his head high as the wind swirled around him, bring up soft particles of snow. The white tom was guarding camp; so far all was quite. The slender tom's ribs suck out awkwardly from his sides, but his eyes still shone with amber fires. Leafbare had been hard on Thunderclan, just like it was on all the clans. With little food and tensions between cats; everyone were at each other throats. Whitestorm exhaled; a milky cloud rising from his jaws into the never ending darkness of Silverpelt. The moon's candlelit rays gave the forest a haunting reflection, yet at the same time, it was like the world you saw only in your dreams.
The tomwas sitting like a Fu Dog outside the houses of Two-legs. His chest was puffed out intimidatingly; his head held high as if his bravery was never ending, his eyes shone with loyalty; and tails wrapped neatly around his paws. Whitestorm looked like the perfect solider; saluting to the haunting moon above. “ It is like the first time I was made a warrior “ Thought the tom to himself. Closing him amber eyes to allow memory dance against his closed eyes. “ back then, the forest looked just like this one. Except back then I was afraid of the haunting moon; I was afraid of the creature lurking underneath the darkness “. It was a bit embarrassing for the tom to think about how afraid he truly was of the darkness that lurked around him that night.
Suddenly, a screech erupted into the night. Shattering the peacefulness of the night. Pain winced through the white warrior, flesh tore and crimson blood emptied onto the ground. Amber eyes snapped open; his mouth opening to give a warning yowl for his clan. Though his clan really didn't need it; for the screech gave it's own warning. Claw dug deep into the white warrior's pelt; making the tom let out a yowl in pain. Stretching out his back laws to push the tom off of him, Whitestorm launched himself at him. Biting deep into the shoulder of the larger cat. Driven by the act of survival; Whitestorm couldn't make out the sent of the cats. Yet this didn't matter to the tom, all he cared about was protecting his clan .
The tom was a golden color with tan splotches all along it's body, he was also much bigger the Whitestorm. Jumping at the white warrior, Whitestorm locked his teeth into the tom's scruff. The tom let out a yowl clawing at the white warrior's back leg. Launching his own attack, Whitestorm lashed out at the warrior's ear. Sending him running for the trees. Whitestorm gave no mind to his victory; he only launched himself into battle once more. Bluestar, Lionheart, Tigerclaw. All of these cats ran through the white warrior's mind as he battle on, but he payed no mind to them. He was more worried for the nursery, and for his apprentice Sandpaw. Sandpaw was a very good apprentice; and would make an amazing warrior. Yet with the little training she had; Whitestorm wasn't sure she could handle herself.
Fighting his way towards the nursery; Whitestorm took guard outside of it. Pearl-like fangs reflecting the moon's rays, making them look unnatural. A yowl of victory came from somewhere; along with the words “ retreat “. Fear broke into the calmness Whitestorm had retained during his battle. “ Sandpaw? “ The tom called out. His ears pressed against his head. “ I thought I saw her and Tigerclaw chasing after the Shadowclan patrol to make sure they left “ came a a voice from the nurcery. “ So it was Shadowclan... “ purring with relief, Whitestorm limped towards where he last saw Bluestar. He was sure that the blue-gray leader would need guidance from all her senior warriors, and he wanted to make sure the battle hadn't caused her any harm.
#3: All right, I know this is the dumbest example with absolutely no detail, but... Your cat's best friend just died. (Pretend he/she actually has a friend if he/she doesn't.) How would he/she react? “ Bluestar! “ The yowl came like badger claw on Whitestorm's shoulder. In they came; Lionheart, Tigerclaw, Firepaw, and...Bluestar. His aunt's head hung dully to one side; her beautiful blue eyes shinning with nothingness. “ Bluestar “ the words were whispered from the strain that suddenly grasped the white warrior's throat. Whitestorm got up from where he was sharing a vole with Sandpaw ( who he had made eat with him because her and Dustpaw were sending all sorts of sneers to Firepaw ). “ What happened? “ his words were brave, but his grief was unable to be masked by his strong words. For his amber eyes, full of passion and loyalty, looked dull. Silently, the tom was glad that his friends were there to explain the death of his aunt.
Though Tigerclaw and and Lionheart were good friends with Whitestorm; Bluestar had always been the closet to him. Even closer to him then his own father was. When Snowfur died; it was Bluestar who told him what happened to his beloved mother, it was her who was always there for him, who was always brought all sorts of gift from the forest, who gave both wisdom and friendship to him. How could she die? When Tigerclaw and Whitestorm got into trouble; it was always Bluestar who helped them get out of it. “ stay calm, Whitestorm, life goes on “ the words were easy to say to himself, but so hard to do. Whitestorm stood straight; his head held high. “ She will be remember as the great leader she is “ he said calmly; his eyes still shinning with grief for his fallen kin.
Yowls of shock and grief hit the white tom's ears as the clan began to circle the fallen leader. Taking a few steps back to give room for this comrades; the white warrior watched as Bluestar's long tail made a soft trail in the dirt behind the cats holding her.
Soon the elders came to rub herbs on the fallen leader and clean her wounds. She looked so peaceful; her blue orbs closed shut and her gray-blue fur laying flat. Whitestorm stared at the she-cat; feeling the a sickening burning in his throat. Whitestorm stumbled over to where his leader lay; pressing his nose deep into her fur. The body was cold; and made Whitestorm feel even worst. He would figure out what happened tomorrow; for now he wanted to surround himself with only memories of his kin. Forcing his eyes shut; the sent of Bluestar began taking over the warrior. Putting him into a trace.
( ooc= please forgive me if this part isn't exactly like it was in the book. I tried looking up this part, but failed. So I am going by memory...and a little by how I though Whitekit thought.... FORGIVE ME!!!!! )
Whitekit squeaked when he felt Tigerkit's body collided into his own. Giggling, the white tuff pushed the striped tom off and pounced on his back. The two kits squealed as they landed on the ground in a ball of white and tabby. “ That Tigerkit, I swear he is a bad influence on little Whitekit “ Whitekit glanced up to see an extremely large cat standing over him and Tigerkit. “ Nu'uh! “ Tigerkit cried back, tail lashing. Humorous purrs echoed throughout the nursery, “ Whitekit? “ the soft meow made Whitekit squeak in joy. “ Bluefur! “, the pretty she-cat walked into the nursery. Blue orbs fell down on Whitekit with such love that the tom felt as if he was looking into his own mother's eyes.
Whitekit stopped in front of the she-cat and was about to say something with a disgusting smell washed over him. “ What's that smell? “ the little kit asked, wrinkling his nose. Tigerkit bounded over to the white tom and gasped; “ ew! “ he rebuked wrinkling his own nose. Bluefur purred; “ It is dog “ she answered; pulling up a paw to show a tuff of dog pelt caught onto it. Bluefur shook it off and the two kits watched in amazement as it fluttered down.
A flash of dark tabby dived straight for the tuff. “ Hey! THAT'S MINE! “ Whitekit purred jumping onto the older tom. The fight continued; but this time over the tuff of fur that was constantly being thrown into the air. “ Bluefur “ the harsh words stopped the kit's playing. A multigray tom walked into the nursery; it was Thistleclaw, Whitekit's father. Whitekit was about to ran up to greet him but stopped short when he noticed the hatred that glared from his eyes to Bluefur's. “ I need to speak with you “ with that the two cats walked out of the nursery, hatred poisoning air with a drowning stench. “ Hey Whitekit wasn't that your Dad-” Tigerkit stopped his question to glare at his paws, “ I hate kittypets “ he whispered under his breath. Whitekit looked sadly over at his best friend, his father had left the clan to become a kittypet and Whitekit was old enough to understand what he was going through.
Whitekit's ears lay flat at the sudden tension in the nursery. “ Hey; things are actually quite in here “ Lionpaw's golden face shone through the tension. Tigerkit quickly swooped up the dog fluff and raced over to the apprentice. “ look what I got! “ Tigerkit's gloated. “ Hey ! “ squealed Whitekit as he bounded over to talk to the apprentice.
Whitestorm opened his eyes as sunlight poured over him. Soon the elders would take away Bluestar and bury her. The white tom got up and walked towards the warriors den; he didn't want to watch Bluestar go. He still wanted to believe that she was alive. Taking his spot next to Tigerclaw and Lionheart; the white warrior's amber orbs closed.
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Post by hawk. on Sept 25, 2009 19:42:58 GMT -8
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Your cat's best friend just died. How would he/she react?
Dawn shone above her like the fiery brilliance of his pelt.
Shaking her head gently, a gray-blue she cat drifted silently through the forest like a ghost, the ferns leaving sparkling dew drops on her fur as she went past. The first orange fingers of light were beginning to slice through the trees, leaving trails of sunlight in their wake. Dancing in the beams were tiny insects, darting two and fro among the brush. But for once, the she-cat did not stop to admire. No, she had someone to say goodbye to today. A friend.
Continuuing through the woods, the she-cat's mind wandered. She first found herself, mentally, in the apprentice's den, sleeping beside an old friend; a friend who had accepted her even as she slipped into isolation and bitterness as a young cat in the aftermath of her mother's death. The blue-gray warrior closed her sapphire eyes momentarily as she walked. Moonflower.
The scene in her mind's eye then changed, swirling into the Sandy Hollow inside ThunderClan territory. She stood there, again still as an apprentice, in rapt attenton, ears pricked as she waited for her opponent to make a move. Her friend from before stood across from her, grinning. Then, in flash of golden fur, the fight began. Meanwhile, her mentor watched, pleased. Sunfall.
Again the vision changed, and she was standing beside the mangled and broken body of her sister, Snowfur, staring blankly as she realized that yet another one of her family members was lost to her. She sat alone in her grief, feeling cold, though a warrior this time. A few moments passed, and then he was there, the friend from before, pressing his flank gently against her own. A heart beat later, she turned to look at him, thankful for the golden warmth he offered her so kindly. She saw in his eyes her own grief reflected, but in them she also saw strength. Lionheart.
Lionheart.
Lionheart.
The she-cat, returning at last to the present, stopped walking. Her paws had taken her to the river, and with saturnine eyes the warrior stared out over the wide expanse of water, taking in the glistening caps cast upon its surface by the morning light. She turned her head towards the sun, the golden rays bringing back memories afresh. She sighed lightly, and then sat upon one of the jutting rocks by the shore, wrapping her tail lightly around her paws. For a long while, she would not move from her stoney perch. She continued to think about her golden-furred friend, recently lost to them when ShadowClan attacked their camp. He had died fighting, a brave and noble death, an end that she had always known he would have. A warrior like Lionheart would have nothing less.
As an apprentice, Lionheart had always been there, a shoulder that she could lean on if need be. He was forever the optimist, searching for the good in life even when it seemed to not even exist. Another sigh escaped the vigilant warrior. 'Accept him with honor, StarClan,' she prayed silently to the fading stars. 'Accept him within your highest of ranks.'
She then blinked when a leaf suddenly fluttered past her nose, bright yellow in color as it flashed quickly by, landing silently in the river. It drifted lazily on the current for a while, riding the tiny waves, before finally vanishing inside a torrent of clear water below the shimmering surface. It quickly dissappeared from sight, but the she-cat would stare at the place where it had vanished long after it had gone.
"Goodbye, my friend," she whispered. [/size][/blockquote] TIGERCLAW
Nice that you were probably just minding your own business. Suddenly, your cat hears screeching behind him/her, and suddenly, a weight drops onto the back of your cat. The screeching is loud, and blood is being splattered everywhere as all around your cat, your cat can tell that its whole Clan/family is being attacked. What is your cat going to do?
In an instant, Tigerclaw had transformed from a pensively brooding feline to a fierce and violent warrior.
Returning from the dawn patrol, the large tabby tom had padded to the fresh kill pile, grabbed a vole, and then moved on towards the warrior's den to eat by himself. He had friends within ThunderClan, allies more like it, but today he simply had to think. Having seized an oppurtinuty during the battle at Sunningrocks with RiverClan, the tabby warrior had easily removed a troublesome "obstacle" from his long and treacherous path. A more recent fight with ShadowClan had cleared him of another.
Taking the last bite of his vole, Tigerclaw then pushed it to one side and stretched his powerful legs, savoring the feeling of muscle rippling under skin. Those same muscles had aided him as he pinned down Redtail, a much smaller cat than himself, against rocky ground, before killing him with one viscous bite to the back of the neck. Just like that, he had solved his first problem, leaped his first hurdle. Though no matter how you said it, the case was simple. He had moved on with the next stages of his slow and meticulous plan.
'But where one door opens, another closes,' he thought acidly, gazing across the clearing at a certain young, fiery-colored tom. There he was, bouncing along with that gray idiot of a friend. The warrior snorted, disgusted and admittedly...slightly frustrated. But Tigerclaw knew that at some point, he too would be removed from the equation. It would be easy, really, that much he knew.
And then came the screech, right after that thought had finished itself. A feline scream erupted behind him, causing him to leap to his paws and whip around with a snarl. Then, with the force of thunder, another cat dropped down on top of him. Pain lanced across his shoulders as sharp claws dug into them, but his discomfort only made him angrier. All around him, others were taking up the cry, leaping into battle against their attackers. 'The camp is being attacked!' Tigerclaw thought with a hiss, craning his neck to try and bite his assailant. It didn't work, so with one simple shake of his powerful body, the other cat was thrown clear. Growling, Tigerclaw leaped after him, bowling the small cat over and delivering a fierce bite to one hind leg. With a screech, the intruder fled through the camp wall and into the forest.
Whirling back around, Tigerclaw found himself faced with a clearing full of writhing felines, fighting one another on the dusty ground. "Huh," the tabby muttered, narrowing his amber eyes and lashing his striped tail. Crouching low, Tigerclaw then leaped into the fray, fighting for the very Clan that he planned to betray.
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Post by x.zephyr.x on Sept 26, 2009 5:29:36 GMT -8
x.Longtail.x
A pale tabby figure was resting outside of the warriors' den, his head laid over his paws. His fur was a creamish shade, with dark, brown stripes contrasting his pale undercoat. The cat's tail was very long, almost able to fully curl around his body, and one of his ears had a notch in it. As the tom, a young ThunderClan warrior named Longtail, thought about how he had received the notch, anger started to flicker inside of his heart. Of course, he had overreacted. He and all of the clan knew that. For the most part, Longtail was just another loyal ThunderClanner, wanting what was best for his clan when he launched himself on Firepaw, that pitiful kittypet. What business did he have in ThunderClan? Bluestar must have gone senile to let that twoleg lover join the noble and powerful ThunderClan. What if this continued? She might end up letting older kittypets, already having visited the dreaded cutter join, or maybe rogues. If this kept happening, soon ThunderClan's pure blood would be lost. Longtail shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. Bluestar had been leading ThunderClan since before he was born, she must have had good reason for letting Firepaw join their clan. Besides, whatever her reason, the young tabby needed to trust his leader to make the right decisions. 'Reason or no reason, I don't owe Firepaw anything. I have to trust Bluestar, not that soft kittypet!' he thought to himself.
He had almost calmed down when a large silver tom strutted into camp, his tail held high and chest poked out. He simply stared at the tom, his fur starting to bristle. How dare he enter ThunderClan's camp without a second thought? It didn't help that he held his tail and head higher than even a leader normally does. The young cream tabby, expecting for the loner to go after a young and pretty she-cat such as Spottedleaf, or maybe Brindleface, was shocked as much as any other cat when the scoundrel padded towards him.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked Longtail in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"
There couldn't be any mistake. He was sure that the tom was talking to him. Longtail wasn't the most masculine looking tom around, and he knew that his features made him appear rather feminine, but even the cat with the worst sense of smell could distinguish between a tom's scent and a she-cat's scent. How dare this strange tom make a mockery of him by flirting?! All of his anger about the Firepaw ordeal shot up yet again. Immediately springing up, Longtail snarled "I should ask what you are doing here!". Without waiting for a response, the pale tabby lunged at the intruder, claws unsheathed. He might have been kinder if the gray tom had shown less dominance when entering the camp, or if he had been in a better mood at the time, but since neither applied, the long tailed tabby relentlessly let all of his anger out on the flirtatious cat, slashing at his face and shoulders. The tom managed to slip out from under Longtail's powerful grip, and bolted out of camp, several deep scratches on his face that would probably leave scars bleeding profusely. "He's not so pretty anymore is he?" he purred, happy, now that he had taken out all of his rage on the cat- one who deserved it no less! Right now, he didn't care that many of his clanmates were probably staring at him with confusion and fear; he had, in fact, given the stranger some pretty nasty wounds, in almost no time flat, since he was fueled by rage. He simply padded back to his spot in front of the warriors den, curled his long tail around his body, and closed his eyes to take a nap, unscathed from the battle.
(( Blackee told me that I only need one scenario, so I'll only post one)) [/size]
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Post by F I R E * on Oct 1, 2009 15:39:14 GMT -8
Guys, I do have a few choices here, and Gray is able to choose people as well...
However, I won't pick any of you until all people applying have, in fact, posted in the Activity Check.
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Post by THE BLACK ROSE. on Oct 9, 2009 11:16:55 GMT -8
I'll try for Sandpaw, anyway.
#1: A large silver tabby tom trotted into the camp, his head up high and his tail swishing. He passed by the cat you're playing with a smirk on his face, thinking himself as really clever. As he watched the cat with a smirk on his face, he decided then that he would be rude and abrasive for absolutely no reason. So, he came up to your cat.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked your cat in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"
This guy seemed to think he was all that. It could be seen in his orange eyes, focused on your cat. What would your cat say in response in this situation?
First response was the narrowing of her eyes, the unsheathing of her claws, which dug into the earth in anger, and the expansion of her tail in surprised indignation. She was indignant to begin with; he only made this feeling worse. She didn't need to think about maiming him. She simply cut to the chase.
Of course she'd be indignant. She wasn't embarrassed, she was offended. By everything. Her Clan seemed to be a shame to the forest, only second worst to WindClan's plight, and she knew why. At least she thought so. Her mood was permanently ruined after Fire-um, no, she wouldn't soil a Clan name like that if she could help it. Her mood was permanently ruined after the damn kittypet was allowed into the Clan. It was as low as Bluestar could fall, and her Clan now appeared weaker. What was stopping their leader from allowing more freaking kittypets in, just so ThunderClan could appear larger to the next dunce who wasn't aware that the one fat cat at the gathering didn't have a drop of warrior blood?
Or maybe at least she thought it was ... the kittypet apprentice's fault that she felt so low, if that weren't the truth. It was easier to accept that he was fault for all her insecurities, how ashamed and embarrassed she felt when he shared the same den with her, a den that was strictly reserved for cats born in the forest alone. It really began after the Sunningrocks battle. She was frightened by the realisation that the Clan she felt so proud of wasn't invincible. Her ego was struck down and she felt defenseless. She wouldn't admit that, though, she never would, not to herself and not to the other warriors. She couldn't be weak when Bluestar was, when ThunderClan, she was afraid, was. It was so freaking easy to take it all out on the damn kittypet. She hated kittypets to begin with. Nobody would know that stubborn old Sandpaw actually had some sensitivities.
It would be so easy to take it out on this brat, too, who was vain enough to just waltz into camp and think he had a chance with her. He was attractive, sure, he made her blood rush. She had a brain, though. His patronizing behaviour caused her rage and upset to rise, and she wouldn't have to conceal it. He wasn't one of her Clanmates.
No, she didn't pause to think about her reply. He drove her, not in the way he was shooting for. She wasn't going to go and tell the seniour warriors or her fellow apprentices, especially Dustpaw, that an excessively hormonal tom had wandered on into camp and ask them what she would do. Her weight shifting backwards on her paws, so that her head and forelegs could raise, it only took a second for her to respond. Paw slashes did take some time.
#2: Nice that you were probably just minding your own business. Suddenly, your cat hears screeching behind him/her, and suddenly, a weight drops onto the back of your cat. The screeching is loud, and blood is being splattered everywhere as all around your cat, your cat can tell that its whole Clan/family is being attacked.
What is your cat going to do?
comin' up
#3: All right, I know this is the dumbest example with absolutely no detail, but...
Your cat's best friend just died. (Pretend he/she actually has a friend if he/she doesn't.)
How would he/she react?
comin' up
-_-, I can finish the other two by this evening.
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Post by • Swift.! on Oct 9, 2009 15:55:05 GMT -8
.!LIONHEART
A large silver tabby tom trotted into the camp, his head up high and his tail swishing. He passed by the cat you're playing with a smirk on his face, thinking himself as really clever. As he watched the cat with a smirk on his face, he decided then that he would be rude and abrasive for absolutely no reason. So, he came up to your cat.
"Well hello there, beautiful," he purred slowly, sitting in a flirty position as he looked your cat in the eye. "Why are you here in a place like this?"
This guy seemed to think he was all that. It could be seen in his orange eyes, focused on your cat. What would your cat say in response in this situation?
Lionheart raised his hackles and his yellow eyes glowed suspiciously. "And what are you doing here, might I ask?" His tone was calm but heavily layered with aggression. He wanted to know why this tom and trespassed on ThunderClan land. His eyes flickered over to where Bluestar was next to the fresh-kill pile with Whitestorm and Tigerclaw. Did she know this stranger was here?
Hopefully, she did and all was well with this unusual tom. But as Clan deputy, he had to make sure his Clan was safe from danger. But why was he flirty? With him?! After all, the tom was male and Lionheart was male so it seemed very strange the tom might try to flirt with him. Maybe he'd made a mistake and thought he was female. He doubted that; a newborn kit could tell that the powerful shoulders and lion-like mane of his was himself. That is, if their mother told it who he was.
(Rest is coming soon.)
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Post by ( p e a k ) on Oct 10, 2009 20:05:21 GMT -8
ALMOST FINISHED! PLEASE BARE WITH ME AS I ATTEMPT TO MUSTER UP ENOUGH MUSE TO MAKE THE POSTS GOOD!
I posted with three characters I would not mind having, that way you can pick the one I seem suitable to best role-play. I wouldn't mind taking them, -cough-, all on, but I want to give people a chance, so whatever you find best. Thanks. <333
BRACKENKIT !
"Hey, I'm going to go out of the den for a few moments." a small voice meowed out, and he spoke again before any of the Queens could stop him, "I'm almost an apprentice. I'll be fine." Without waiting for an answer, he stumbled out of the nursery and into the camp. It was a sunny, warm day that any cat could really get used to. He slowed his trot and lowered him self to the ground and stretched himself out. The warmth felt good against his skin and golden-brown fur. He let out a content sigh, and breathed in heavily, inhaling the sweet smells of the still-fresh prey that the morning patrol must have placed in the fresh kill pile earlier. Somewhere to the back of him, inside the camp entrance, a snapping noise echoed and came back to him. He pricked his ears up and lifted his head up. He cocked his head slightly and looked around, his blue eyes searching for what made the noise. His eyes caught a movement at the entrance and he felt his fur start to rise. He whipped around, and braced himself to make a run to the nursery to warn the Queens that an intruder was in here. That tom surely is quicker than a kit like myself... he thought. He started to think of a shortcut, but his train of thought was interrupted by a deep meow.
"Why hello beautiful! What are you doing in a place like this?" the large silver tabby purred, his fiery orange eyes staring intently at him. He whipped around and stumbled back wards as a large silver tabby tom with a large smirk on his face was sitting down in a flirty position, still looming over him even though he was sitting. He lifted his eyes to meet the intent stare that the tom was giving him. His fiery orange eyes stared down at him, measuring him up. He felt his fur rise higher-- the words this tom had just said concerned him. He thought a moment, not wanting to offend this abrasive tom.
"The question is, why are you here?" he mewed quietly, hoping that the Queens or Warriors would hear him if the cat decided to attack him. He didn't think this reply was offensive or abrasive-- he simply viewed it as an question that he could answer. The tom lifted his silver brows and let out a small chuckle. He muttered something that sounded a lot like 'Smart kit.' before he turned away. The kit stared up, his brain still asking mental questions to the tom, as the large tom strut away without pressing him any further. The kit noted that this tom walked with such a strut that it would put Tigerclaw to disgrace. He shook his head sharply and turned back around to go back into the Nursery. He had had enough adventure and fun for today-- it was time to rest. He padded over to his sleeping mother and siblings, and curled up beside his smallest sister who was the same color as he-- gold-brown. The strong milk-scent and kit-scent enveloped his nose as he drifted off into a sleep, dreaming about becoming an apprentice and catching his first mouse by himself, with no help at all.
DEADFOOT !
STONEFUR !
Stonefur's legs sliced into the cold water powerfully, as he attempted to swim back toward RiverClan territory. He hadn't meant to fall into the river-- it had been a mistake. Something had scared him-- he was still recovering from the recent fight with ThunderClan over Sunning Rocks. The water flow slowed him down and made it harder for him to pull himself to shore. He put an extra burst of power into his legs and finely he was at the shore. He heaved himself up with his thin gray legs and pushed at the edge of the bank with his thicker back legs. Grunting, he managed to pull himself up. It was hard work with the water in his fur weighing him down and water still spraying up. The river is unusually choppy... he thought to himself, making a mental note of it in the back of his mind. He would make sure to tell Crookedstar or Leopardfur-- maybe even Mudfur if it came to it. Stonefur gently shook his stone gray pelt and then he slyly started moving to camp. Stonefur knew of a secret little bush that led into the apprentice den. He would sneak into the tunnel and scare the apprentices. He mewed a little at this amusing thought, already picturing the apprentices mobbing him until one of them yelled out, 'Its Stonefur!' He was quite popular among the apprentices because of the tricks he played on them.
A yowl filled the forest and echoed in his ears. Stonefur immediately stopped when he heard another yowl. He pricked his battle-scarred gray ears quickly as he heard paw steps running toward him. He exhaled slowly, a technique Crookedstar taught him that was supposed to help you remain calm when he had been an apprentice. He allowed a small smile to form on his face before he turned himself around in the direction from which the paw steps were coming from. He was turned around, facing the ThunderClan territory. A big dark brown tabby was standing at the border, yowling at him with all of his might. Stonefur's amber eyes widened and he suddenly felt energy burst through him, but not the good kind of energy-- the kind that fueled your anger and hatred. Stonefur recognized the cat as Tigerclaw. He hissed at the tabby across the stream. Stonefur could take him on, surely. But Tigerclaw must have realized he would need back-up because behind him four figures emerged-- Darkstripe, Bluestar, Lionheart, and that new cat they call Firepaw. Wow, boy did his name suit him! His pelt was a fiery orange color and it stood out vibrantly beside all of the boring normal pelts and the newleaf trees and lush undergrowth. "There he is! That is the one that I saw steal a squirrel from ThunderClan territory!" Tigerclaw hissed earnestly. Stonefur's expression turned from a whatever look to a confused look. Him? Steal a squirrel from ThunderClan territory? But he was a cat of great honor, who would die if StarClan told him to-- he followed the Warrior Code to the heart and he didn't care what others thought of that.
"Tigerclaw, you must be mistaken. I did not take anything from ThunderClan territory." Stonefur yowled over the chaos of two cats behind him yowling loudly in anger at the accusation. Stonefur turned his body around and saw Dirtpelt and Dustfoot standing behind him. They must have creeped up on him without knowing-- after all, they had been on patrol and he had told them to go on ahead. Before he could finish thinking about what to tell them, he heard splashes and saw Tigerclaw slicing his way toward him and his best friends. "I'm going to get you, you mouse-brained idiot!" Tigerclaw spat as Bluestar yowled for him to get his idiotic fox-dung self back over here. He disobeyed his leader and reached the bank. He made it up much quicker than Stonefur had, and that worried him greatly. If he could do it this easily now, he could do it this easily anytime. Tigerclaw raced toward them. Stonefur and his friends, without speaking and just knowing to do so, whipped around and raced off. Dirtpelt had recently hurt his paw in the battle and he was about three fox-lengths behind his two friends. He mewed pitifully before stumbling. Tigerclaw changed direction from going after Stonefur to go after Dirtpelt. Dirtpelt laid on the ground, his brown pelt covered in mud. Stonefur understood how Dirtpelt got his name now-- he was always covered in mud or dirt.
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Post by {grayy ! on Oct 12, 2009 22:27:31 GMT -8
So those who have posted in the activity check have had their auditions looked over, though some still haven't been announced because we are still in waiting, but go check on the main page for those who have been given out. Remember, we're still looking of backups for almost all the canons!
Whitestorm and Sandpaw will have their auditions looked over soon once a few more members have posted in the activity check.
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