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Post by Blackie on Aug 17, 2008 9:56:17 GMT -5
The late afternoon sun beat down on the WindClan camp, warming the vulnerable earth. The slender, lithe bodies of cats weaved around the dens, fresh kill pile, and exits. Hungry mewling rose shrilly from the nursury, and young queen hurried away from her friends to attend her litter. From the warriors den, a tom cat slipped out a looked up at the sky where a hawk was turning in a wide circle. He growled warningly, but the hunting bird was already flying in a different direction.
The grasses in the camp entrance rustled, revealing a cream and seal-pointed tom. His crossed, ice-blue eyes quickly scanned the clearing. Then he hurried to the fresh kill pile. In his jaws he clutched a large rabbit. He was bout to set it down when a new smell found him. Windclaw.
Ferretpelt lifted his head and saw the soon-to-be leader lying in the shade. Blinking, Ferretpelt padded to him and laid the rabbit at his paws.
"Here you are." he meowed silkily.
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Post by Ferny on Aug 17, 2008 21:56:45 GMT -5
((Keep in mind I like to play where my charrie is at ^_~)) Sadness could describe almost everything the she-cat was feeling right now. Sadness that Wingstar was gone, sadness that her brother, Ravenstrike, was in Thunderclan, and overall sadness she was only deputy for a very short while. Dull in color, regrettable, and causing unhappiness are just a few definitions of Sadness, but the one thing that could show you unhappiness was if you lost someone close to you. There were many things that could cause sadness, and they could simply not all be listed at one time. The list it's self would be neverending, one could spend their entire life writting a list and every day find something new, untill the day they die.
In the far corner of the camp layed a large tan she-cat. Her bright blue eyes contrasted her pale tan coat. But putting it simply, her tan coat was fantastic for the tan wheat grass in the moor land. She perked her ears and gazed over towards the Fresh kill pile. To the rest of the clan, her position was uncertain, she was simply a deputy that needed to make the journey to get her lives. But at the moment she held the highest position of power in the clan. Ferretpelt, she flashed him a half smile and pushed her paws benith her. Arching her back in a lovely streach and yawning a toothy yawn she too a few small steps forward. She then streached her back legs and front, then gracefully walked towards the fresh kill pile. She haden't eaten anything all day, "Evening Ferretpelt". [/size][/color] |
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Post by Blackie on Aug 17, 2008 22:32:10 GMT -5
"Don't bother going over there." Ferretpelt mewed, nosing the rabbit toward Windclaw. "I caught this for you. Your almost leader, after all. It's part of my duty to catch your meals now."
He blinked his icy eyes, hiding his contempt. Windclaw didn't deserve this. The power, the opportunity. It took some effort to hide his growl.
"You don't deserve this, Windclaw." he mewed, adopting a sincere look of concern. "The frustration, the worry, the burden. I'm sure your brother must be proud of you, though." Traitor that he is...
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Post by Ferny on Aug 18, 2008 1:53:00 GMT -5
Windclaw gazed at Ferretpelt as he talked. She was young, only about thirty or so moons, maybe thirty six moons. But even though she had lived a rough life, training the stealth class of apprentices, only to loose her brother and mother, mother by death, brother by clan. She looked to the rabbit, she wasn't that hungry. But before she could say anything the fur on the back of her neck began to stand up, Ferretpelt continued talking. You don't deserve this. She looked up, icy blue eyes burning into his. "The frustration and worry?" It took all of her will to keep the cold, harsh tone out of her voice. "You think I can't handle the pressure Ferretpelt?" She lifted her head high and gazed at Ferretpelt, "You underestimate me Ferretpelt. You don't want to do that" [/size][/color] |
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Post by Blackie on Aug 24, 2008 20:55:54 GMT -5
Ferretpelt ducked his head quickly, trying to correct his mistake.
"All of the Clan know you'll make an excellant leader, Windclaw." he raised his clear blue gaze and met hers once more. "I just want you to know I'm here to support you."
Gently, he pawed the rabbit to himself. Windclaw obviously wasn't going to accept his gift.
"I suppose I'll take this to the elders, if you don't want it."
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Post by Ferny on Aug 25, 2008 17:15:15 GMT -5
Looking from a distance, standing in the background
Ah trustworthiness, something Windclaw didn't belive Ferretpelt was. She watched him with icy, chilling, blue eyes. Her whiskers twitched and she looked away I'll hunt later. She flicked her tail to her side and watched as Ferretpelt ducked his head down, she nodded. "Sure, go on." She haden't responded to his first sentence, knowing that some of the cats here didn't like her. She shrugged her shoulders as she backed up to sit down, not turning her back to Ferretpelt. She watched him silently, I'll prove myself, theyll see. Windclaw had always been silent, but little did the clan know she was dangerous, with a really sharp tongue.
Everyone's sayin' he's not comin' home now[/color]
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Post by Blackie on Aug 30, 2008 8:04:10 GMT -5
Ferretpelt met the soon-to-be leaders gaze. Icey eyes met and the cream warrior could barely contain the flinty gleam of anger from showing in their cold blue stare.
"Very well, Windclaw." he mewed, dipping his head politely. "You should rest."
Gingerly, the tom lifted the rabbit and walked off.
ooc: sorry, brain-dead. =P
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