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Post by Snowstar on Mar 23, 2007 18:41:12 GMT -5
*Torclaw looked up quickly and gasped.* Squirrelstar! You should be in camp!* The black warrior ran up to the ginger leader and stopped in front of her, worry clouding her eyes.* Lionclaw can handle this, you should be resting!
*Kempfur's gaze went from Snowstar to Squirrelstar. He smiled grimly.* Nice of you to join us, Squirrelstar!* He called out. News of her illness had drifted across the border. He saw the light of insanity in her eyes; what had happened to her?*
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Mar 23, 2007 22:29:02 GMT -5
**Lionclaw whips around as her leader and longtime friend ran into Fourtrees. Sighing with admiration and exaspiration, she exuses herself from the other leaders and dashes to her friends' sides.** Squirrelstar! **Knowing that the ginger she-cat was ill, and having seen that look in her eyes a few times in the last moon, she did her best to be diplomatic.** I know you want to represent ThunderClan, Squirrelstar, but... **She sighed again. More than once her efforts at diplomacy had gotten her a bop on the side of the head and a few sharp words. She would rather that not happen here, but...she had to say something.** Please, go back to camp. Torclaw's right. You should be resting. You'll never get well again if you go running through the woods. **I am such a hypocrite! she thinks, smiling inwardly. She, herself had been ill for a short time, and had refused to rest at all, for the good of her Clan. That had only made her illness worse, and she could still remember being forced to stay in camp for seven suns while she recovered.** Please, Squirrlestar. I know that StarClan will have made you well by next Gathering.
**Dawnheart had been about to answer, but Squirrelstar's entrance to the Gathering had stopped her answer before it could reach the open. As she looks at the ThunderClan leader, she could see that the ginger she-cat was truly ill. Of course, any cat could see that, but as a medicine cat she could see some of the worst signs where others couldn't. As much as her compassion for all cats would have liked her to go to the ginger leader's side and help her, she didn't think that she should do anything without Kempfur's permission. She glances at him, her question plain in her eyes.**
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Post by Squirrelstar and Stickfur on Mar 24, 2007 15:03:21 GMT -5
*Squirrelstar whipped her head to the side and looked at her two best friends. Her bright green eyes were burning with moonlight, and she furrowed her brow disapprovingly.* Tor, Lion... I can handle this. If I stayed back at camp, then they would think that we were weak. I know the other Clans have been struck by famine, you don't see THEM locking up their leaders in camp. *Feeling her mouth going dry, Squirrelstar swiped her pink tongue across her mouth before she continued.* You guys both know me well enough to realize that I'm a very prideful cat. Not only is this a question of pride, but I also want to be here to support my Clan.* And if the other leaders think I'm weak. *She paused briefly, then flicked her gaze across the clearing. It landed on Snowstar, but only for a few seconds. Then she looked back at Torclaw and Lionclaw.* ... Then I guess I just have to prove to them that I'm still well enough to at least go to a Gathering. If you respect my authority as a leader AT ALL, then let me stay!
*The next cat to trot into the clearing was none other than Stickfur, the ShadowClan medicine cat. The dark brown tabby yawned, stretched his limbs, and sat down. He was always quite bored at these Gatherings.*
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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Mar 24, 2007 17:23:08 GMT -5
**Aquapaw turns twords the Thunderclan leader, trying to hide his shock that she had still come, despite her illness. Sudenly spotting stickfur, he thought about going over to him, but beeing shy as always, turned up to his mentor.** Dawnheart, is it O.K. if I go over to see Shadowclan' medicine cat? **He asks respectfully, hopeing she will say yes.**
**Mosspaw turns her head as well. From her point of view, it is harder to see Squirrlestar's state. and she is glad to see her.**
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Post by ~Marie on Mar 24, 2007 18:57:48 GMT -5
Hi, I... I'm Sweetpaw. I'm an apprentice... of RiverClan - yes! RiverClan!
*Rainpaw's white brow furrowed and his eyes shone with concern as the shy apprentice ducked her head. She seemed so scared! Why should she be scared of him? He was only an apprentice... She probably even had more training than him. As she went on, however, he relaxed slightly. It seemed she wasn't so frightened of him that she wanted him to leave, at least, for she continued the conversation courageously.*
I hope to... to get a new name one day! Yes, a new name! I think... Sweetheart.
*At the shy glance Sweetpaw gave him, he felt a flush of heat run under his fur. Her eyes were haunting and luminous, but that smile, so simple and unaffected, was...gorgeous. He returned the gesture automatically, feeling suddenly awkward, and tried not to betray the rush of feelings in his eyes. Suddenly, he straightened slightly. Sweetheart... Did she have any clue how apt that name was? Purring, he nodded gently as she went on.*
You're Rainpaw... you said, right? Rainpaw? I... uh... I like Rainstorm...
*The white-and-tortoiseshell tom stared at the black apprentice as she shuffled away from him. She had completely caught him off-guard with her comment. Rainstorm...? He blinked and stumbled over his words, suddenly aware of the silence stretching between them.* Rainstorm... I... I like that. Sweetheart's a...really good name, too. I think you'd make a very good Sweetheart.
*Flushed with heat, he suddenly bent his head to lick his snowy chestfur. "I think you'd make a very good Sweetheart"? How wierd is it to say that? She must think you're such an idiot... He spoke quickly, trying to recover from his embarassment.* Um, yeah, so you're from RiverClan. That's neat. Do you eat lots of fish?
*He could have smacked himself. "Do you eat lots of fish"?! Great StarClan, what's with me tonight? So intent was he on the conversation at hand (and so caught up in his own thoughts) that Rainpaw barely responded to the ThunderClan Leader's unusual entrance. A flick of the ear was all that indicated that he had even noticed. He watched Sweetpaw, holding his tongue for fear of saying some other stupid thing.*
OOC: Duskpaw and Jaypaw are next. ^^
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Post by §weetpaw™ on Mar 24, 2007 22:05:01 GMT -5
"Rainstorm... I... I like that. Sweetheart's a...really good name, too. I think you'd make a very good Sweetheart."
*Sweetpaw flattened her ears slightly; this was not an aggressive gesture, but one of embaressment, and she tilted her head to the side, to hide the heat that had seeped across her face - if he couldn't see it, could he feel it though? She was beginning to grow more and more uncomfortable in his presense - why on Earth would he approach her so carefreely? Did he not know of the myths of a "black cat"? They brought such treachery and bad luck... or was that just her? With a secretive glance around, she could seen several dark-pelted felines, most - if not all - who were accepted with warm and open hearts by those not even of their Clan. So... it was just she, then? It was just she who was terrible.
She was the one who been born unlike those of her original Clan; she was the one who, if her mother had not been so very kind, would have been killed; she was the one prophesised to bring such grief to the land of her ancestors. It was she who had the most to hide behind a pair of haunting eyes. So why was it that she recieved such kindness from Rainpaw? Such praise, and such friendliness... she could not freely express her gratitude through her clumsy, inaudible words. Her actions were just as hesitant, and they would be of no help. The only think she could do was let her body heat rise gradually, unbidden, but she did not try to control such a feeling. She had felt little pricks of this emotion before, but not as rushed as this... it was like a tsunami. Rising above her, gaining power, before crushing her beneath a weight of emotions; she would have not fight this torrent, but flow with it, without letting it sweeping her away or engulfing her completely.
Unaware of the embaressment that Rainpaw himself was now facing, oblivious to the little stumbles in his vocals or phrases, she shuffled her paws, continuing to gaze steadily at the ground. She was growing bored of analysing the cracks in the dirt, as well as finding the moonlight illuminating the edges of leaf blades less and less attracting.*
"Um, yeah, so you're from RiverClan. That's neat. Do you eat lots of fish?"
*Her mother had taught her to look at those she spoke to; although with all her timidness, this was an exceptionally difficult feat, Sweetpaw manage to tip her face up to Rainpaw, her expression as one might expect from her - soft, coy and with a certain kind allure. Sweetpaw seemed so very... harmless. She opened her mouth to emit the quiet sounds that would be her response to Rainpaw's question, but let out a surprised, muffled squeal of fright as a cat suddenly burst loudly in the Gathering, stumbling back; she bumped gently into Rainpaw, and realising her mistake, skittered forward a step or two, before clumsily falling over in a quivering heap. The ebony bundle shivered for a moment, before blinking her golden eyes apologetically at Rainpaw.*
S-sorry.
*Sweetpaw gently picked herself up; it seemed she had done this many times before. When she had fallen over... when she had been knocked down... she carefully picked herself up without complaint, and continued on her way. An angrier cat would have hissed bad-temperedly at the ThunderClan leader, and perhaps rudely voice her late arrival, but the nervous apprentice didn't give but a glance to Squirrelstar, nevertheless a snarl... Did she even know how to snarl? With a breathless sigh, she focused shyly on Rainpaw, ready to continue on with his question.*
Y-yes, I do eat fish... when... when... *She paused, trying to find her voice again; her vocals were so soft, it seemed even she lost track of them!* When I go down to the river... to swim, uh, I, sometimes... sometimes I catch a fish. It's always small... but it's a fish...! *Her features were the picture of happiness - it was true, the fish she caught were tiny. However, the fact that she was able to catch a fish was cause for such delight within Sweetpaw. Letting her joyous smile fade to a thin line with quirked cormers, she found her eyes being drawn to the ground. Unable to help herself, she again was looking at the soil as she spoke to her newest friend.*
Have you... tasted, er, fish, be... before?
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Mar 25, 2007 13:14:36 GMT -5
**Realizing that what Squirrelstar is doing is actually tactful, in its own way, Lionclaw dips her head head to her leader. When she raises it again, her eyes show worry, admiration, pride, and a hint of agitation.** Alright, Squirrelstar. Trust me, I have respect for you coming out of my ears. I'm only worried for your health and wellbeing. **She rubs the side of her head against Squirrelstar's in a friendly manner, then steps aside, smiling.** You lead on, Squirrel. I'll follow.
**Dawnheart watches the conversation between the ThunderClan leader, deputy, and warrior. It was wellknown throughout the forest that these three cats were close. However, she, too, is distracted by the appearance of Stickfur, ShadowClan's medicine cat. Hearing Aquapaw's question as though he had read her thoughts, she looks down at her apprenitce and smiles.** Why don't we both go? I would like to speak with a fellow mediicne cat, especially as RiverClan's is not here yet. **She didn't mention that she had never seen ThunderClan's medicine cat before, and she was hoping that they, whoever they were, was alright. Standing, she walks over to Stickfur, hoping that Aquapaw is following, and purrs a greeting to him.** Greetings, Stickfur. How fares ShadowClan?
**Sablepaw had grown a little detatched from the apprentices' talk, especially when Squirrelstar had entered the Gathering. She could see as clearly as any ohter cat that Squirrelstar was ill. But that was ThunderClan's problem. ShadowClan had other problems of its own, and the dark-brown she-cat shrugs. Slightly disinterested in the conversations, she pads away to the shade of one of the four great oaks. Settling herself there, where she could easily see the leaders when the decided to begin the Gathering, she looks out with a hint of boredom at the other cats in Fourtrees. To anyone who looked in her direction without much thought, all they would've seen is pair of cat eyes. Her dark brown, almost black pelt makes it hard to see her in shadow if a casual passerby was to glance at her.**
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Post by Snowstar on Mar 25, 2007 13:20:27 GMT -5
*Kempfur immediately nodded. Squirrelstar was a good friend; he'd hate to see her lose a life over a little illness.* If she complies,*he mouthed.*
*Torclaw sighed. Squirrelstar was always so difficult. That's what you get for befriending her as an apprentice, she told herself. And then that stupid prophecy came into being...*Alright, Squirrelstar. But at least have someone's medicine cat look at you!
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Mar 25, 2007 13:33:59 GMT -5
**Dawnheart sees Kempfur's nod as soon as her greeting to Stickfur is out of her mouth. Nodding that she understands, she looks back at Stickfur.** Ah...will you excuse me for a moment? **Hoping that Aquapaw will be fine with Stickfur, she pads over to Torclaw, Lionclaw, and Squirrelstar just in time to her torclaw's response.
Alright, Squirrelstar. But at least have someone's medicine cat look at you!
**Wow, the spotted she-cat muses. Great timing. She acts like she's merely passing on her way to join Kempfur, then stops and turns toward the ThunderClan cats. Dipping her head at them, she mews softly,** If you wish, Squirrelstar, I would do do. Only if you would like, though.
**Lionclaw, who had never been good at spotting acting when she was worried, looks at Dawnheart as she speaks.**
If you wish, Squirrelstar, I would do do. Only if you would like, though.
**Nodding, Lionclaw looks to her leader.** What Torclaw says is true. And if Dawnheart is willing to do it... **She looked kindly at Dawnheart. The WindClan medicine cat was still young, like the tawny deputy, and was in fact only a few moons younger thatn lionclaw. She remembered her first meeting with Dawnheart, when she had been a WindClan apprentice at a Gathering. The spotted gold she-cat had grown much, and had truned out to be a fine medicine cat.**
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Post by ~Marie on Mar 25, 2007 17:03:06 GMT -5
Hm, I'm fine, but I think all my night wanderings have taken their toll on my brother. H's meant for one shift, night or day, not both.
*Duskpaw simply nodded his understanding, then let a short, not uncomfortable, silence fall, as Crystalpaw seemed distracted from their present conversation. He shifted weight, peering curiously around the clearing. More and more cats seemed to be arriving all the time; he couldn't keep track of them all. Suddenly, he straightened and swiveled his head to take in the older ThunderClan cat. Kempstar? But no... He turned back around. Mosspaw was saying that he was still Kempfur. Rowanstar was their previous leader, but the famine had taken her. Her Deputy hadn't visited Moonstone yet.* I'm sorry. That's horrible.
*As Duskpaw mewed his condolences and listened with half an ear to Crystalpaw's ramble, his brother nodded and muttered something indistinguishable. It was horrible -- to have your leader die and your Deputy too busy taking care of ailing cats to pick up the position... Kempfur must have had a hard time of it. He'd best get himself to Moonstone soon, or some Clan's going to take advantage of WindClan's lack of leadership. He meowed aloud.* Hopefully the famine will be over with the coming Greenleaf, and your Clan will have a new leader.
*He fell silent for a moment, letting his gaze roam. After a few seconds he straightened and spoke up.* I wonder what happens next. Do we just sit around and talk all Gathering? *As it was his first Gathering, the tom apprentice was unsure of how the leaders would be giving the reports.
However, just then Squirrelstar burst into the clearing.*
Don't you DARE forget me!
*The two brothers whipped their heads around simultaneously at the ThunderClan leader's cry. Shock flickered in the depths of their eyes. Jaypaw gave a mew of delight and surprise, and Duskpaw simply heaved a sigh of relief. That relief was soon tinged with worry, however. Squirrelstar didn't seem the poised leader he had expected her to be in front of the other Clans. Indeed, she seemed almost... insane. Confusion stirred in his eyes, but he blinked it away. No need to fuel any curious thoughts the others might be experiencing.* Well, Squirrelstar's here, apparently. Maybe we can get started now.
*Rainpaw dipped his white head between his shoulders, watching intently as Sweetpaw struggled with the emotion surging through her. He had no way to know what was going on in her head, and could not begin to guess the depths of self-effacing thoughts she was buried in, but he sensed her discomfort and was suddenly overcome with a frustrating sense of helplessness. She was so gentle and kind! He wanted nothing more than to run to her and whisper soothing words into her ear.
The heat beneath his fur rose another notch at the thought. Thoroughly embarassed, he shuffled his paws and glanced casually across the clearing, just as Squirrelstar made her ungainly entrance. He was prevented from really registering the ThunderClan leader's entrance, however, by the collision of Sweetpaw's dark pelt against his own snowy and patched one. As he stumbled backwards, mostly out of surprise, he blinked and sunk his claws into the ground in an attempt to anchor himself and stop his limbs from trembling so. That moment of contact had shaken him, and he couldn't figure out why.
Confused and disoriented, he shook his head in an attempt to banish the cloud over his thoughts and stumbled over his response to Sweetpaw's apology.* No, no, it's alright, really. You don't have to apologize to me, of all cats. I'm just an apprentice like you.
*He halted his hasty reassurances, cautious of playing the fool once more. Yawning with tense anxiety, he was relieved when Sweetpaw carried on with the conversation.*
Y-yes, I do eat fish... when... when...
*She seemed to hesitate, and Rainpaw would have encouraged her to go on, but he thought better of it. For some reason, it didn't seem right to interrupt this gentle cat's words, as quiet as they were. Instead, he nodded slightly, to show that he understood, and perked his ears to listen. No matter how long it would take her to get it out, he found that the patience to listen was ready and available to him.*
When I go down to the river... to swim, uh, I, sometimes... sometimes I catch a fish. It's always small... but it's a fish...!
*The young apprentice's expression lost some of its anxiety as he watched Sweetpaw's face reflect the happiness she was feeling. Within him, his heart welled up with joy for the young cat's happiness. He wanted to cheer her on. "Go Sweetheart! You catch that fish, and you enjoy it, no matter how tiny it is!" He found his own face reflecting his inward thoughts; her happiness was contagious.*
Have you... tasted, er, fish, be... before?
*As the RiverClan apprentice questioned him in that timid voice of hers, Rainpaw smiled.* No, I've never tried it. But... *He hesitated, wondering whether to add the rest of his answer. But, if it brings you joy, I'm sure I would like it. Rainpaw cleared his throat muttered a hastily invented ending to his sentence.* ...I'm sure I'd like it. *As he went on, his voice was steadier.* WindClan doesn't have many sources of water, and none quite big enough for fish... Not that I've been all over the territory yet. I don't haven't been assigned a mentor yet.
OOC: Not my best RPing, sorry. >P Nnh.
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Mar 25, 2007 22:56:22 GMT -5
**Sablepaw, starting to get bored with just sitting there, yawns sleepily. The dark she-cat looked around. She hadn't made very many friends at the last Gathering, since she was usually shy and reserveed around unfamiliar cats. All of the other apprentices were involved with talking to someone or another, and all the warriors looked busy. She is actually curling up, ready to take a nap, when out of the blue and ThunderClan cat appears beside her. Looking up, she finds herself nose to nose with Lionclaw. How in StarClan's name did she get over here?! she ponders silently. Standing quickly, the ShadowClan apprentice dips her head to the ThunderClan deputy.** Lionclaw.
**In truth, Lionclaw could be excellent at sneaking away without being noticed. She had done so, having noticed the dark apprentice slip away. It always made her heart twinge to see an apprentice as thin as Sablepaw was now. Clearly the plague and famine had swept through ShadowClan with extreme consquences. Smiling, she purrs an answer to Sablepaw.** Hello. You're Sablepaw, right?
**Sablepaw hears the deputy's answer to her greeting.**
Hello. You're Sablepaw, right?
Yes, I am. **She nods. Wondering why on earth the ThunderClan deputy, of all cats, was speaking with her, she pipes up,** Um, what can I do for you?
**Lionclaw smiles again. She'll be a good warrior, I can feel it, Beckoning for Sablepaw to follow her, she turns and starts walking back toward the other apprentices.** Come with me, please. I think there's a cat here that you might find rather interesting to converse with. **She halts somewhere near where her own apprentice, Crystalpaw, is standing.** Crystalpaw!
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Post by Squirrelstar and Stickfur on Mar 27, 2007 16:19:17 GMT -5
OOC: I think TC needs a new color.  What do you think? It's nearly invisible on some of the posts' backgrounds. BIC: *Squirrelstar looked at Lionclaw first, gratitude swimming in her eyes. At this moment, she thought that she couldn't ask for any better friends, or any better deputy. She also felt greatly assured that they would both stick behind her through this. What if I didn't have these two, huh? she thought to herself. As Lionclaw rubbed the side of her head against hers, she let out a quiet purr of thanks. As Torclaw spoke, she turned her head a bit, giving a sharp flick of her ears.*Alright, Squirrelstar. But at least have someone's medicine cat look at you!*Squirrelstar nodded and mock-glared at her friend. Then she let out an overexaggerated sigh, trying to be humorous as always.* Ah well, I guess I have to listen to you guys SOMETIMES. *Then, what a coincidence - Dawnheart came strolling up.*If you wish, Squirrelstar, I would do do. Only if you would like, though.Well, I don't wish so, *The ThunderClan leader said drily,* but I would appreciate it. *She tipped Dawnheart a sly wink. Even though she was severely ill right now, she tried to put up a facade of carelessness. She didn't want to worry or disturb anyone. Suddenly, the dark ginger cat felt as if something had struck her hard in the midriff. Squirrelstar faltered for a moment, her right foreleg nearly buckling beneath her. But she caught herself in time. Her chest seemed to be constricting, trying to force the breath out of her. The ThunderClan leader tried to stand as tall as she could. She closed her eyes, breathed in a couple shaky breaths, and prayed to StarClan she and the rest of the forest would get through this safely.**Stickfur began to slowly nod off. The last moon or so he had scarcely gotten a few hours of sleep, what with the famine and all. Cats had been in his den nearly every minute. He was stressed and tense and needed some sleep. Many cats had died, and as much as he tried to help them, his efforts were fruitless. He was nearly useless; medicine cats didn't provide you with food, just... well... medicine. Even he himself was getting to look a bit thin. He was about to fall asleep when he heard Dawnheart and Aquapaw.*Greetings, Stickfur. How fares ShadowClan?ShadowClan fares well. How about you? *the dark brown asked, stretching his paws forward. He didn't want to be caught sleeping, so he blinked his eyes rapidly a couple times to get the sleepiness out of them. Just as his response came out, however, he noticed that Dawnheart and turned around and whisked away. Jeez. He hadn't hear her excuse herself, and mistakenly thought she was being rude. Stickfur didn't mind it, though. He himself was a rather unpolite cat at times. He didn't want to be hypocritical. Stickfur looked at Aquapaw, tilting his head to the side, trying to feign curiosity.* Hello there! |
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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Mar 27, 2007 21:56:39 GMT -5
**Walking a little slower than his mentor, Aquapaw reaches Stickfur just as he answerers Dawnheart's question.**
ShadowClan fares well. How about you?
**Aquapaw sees the annoyed look in the Shadowclan tom as Dawnheart walks away. Having heard her answer, he nearly says something about it, but, not wanting to contradict the medicine cat, or sound stupid in front of him, he remains quiet.**
Hello there!
**Aquapaw nods, a little surprised. Being a small, quiet cat, no one usually addresses him, especially not someone as important as a medicine cat. Franticly trying to think of something to say, he finally blurts out.** Nice to see you. I'm Aquapaw, Dawnheart's apprentice.
Hopefully the famine will be over with the coming Greenleaf, and your Clan will have a new leader.
**Mosspaw nods, deep in thought. She too hopes that her clan will do better, and that Kempfur will have time to go to the Moonstone, but other things worry her, such as who the deputy would be, the famine had left Windclan with so few warriors..**
I wonder what happens next. Do we just sit around and talk all Gathering?
**The young tom's meow interrupts her thoughts. She is about to reply when the Thunderclan leader walks in and Duskpaw adds.**
Well, Squirrelstar's here, apparently. Maybe we can get started now.
**Missing the look of confusion in his eyes she tells him.** Yep, we probably will, after all the leaders and deputies do have to make their reports.
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Post by Crystalpaw/Mortpaw/Tabbypaw on Mar 27, 2007 23:20:18 GMT -5
Crystalpaw is roughly jerked from her rambleings. She looks up at Lionclaw, her green eyes wide. "Yes, oh dearest mentor of mine?" The thin cat (Not from lack of food, she just procrastinates everything...) stood up, shakeing her black pelt, looking over Lionclaw's shoulder at Sablepaw. Crystalpaw dipped her head to the she-cat, noting that the cat was of ShadowClan by the smell. "Friend of your's, Oh mighty Claw of Lion?"
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Post by §weetpaw™ on Mar 29, 2007 3:58:41 GMT -5
*Sweetpaw was quiet embarressed about her stuttering, and all the breaks in her voice... she couldn't get what she wanted to say smoothly, only stumble over her words and hope Rainpaw had heard most of what she had said. Sympathy welled inside of her, and shame, along with the thoughts, How tired he must be of hearing my voice. I... have nothing good to say. It is miraculous I can even say anything! What a tedious exchange this must be for Rainpaw. The young cat glanced up, and her shame seemed to melt away as she saw the joy written plainly upon his bright features. Not for one second did it cross her mind that perhaps it was she who had brought him a little piece of happiness... but it was happiness. Whatever he was so glad about, it warmed her soul to see him as he was - blissfully content, unhesitant in showing such a raw emotion. What a fortunate creature.*
"No, I've never tried it. But..." *There was an intense pause between the last of Rainpaw's sentences; unlike Sweetpaw's halts, which were used to regain her voice, the she-cat could tell by the confliction emotions shimmering in his eyes, he was struggling to appropriately respond to her words.* "...I'm sure I'd like it."
*Panic shone deep in Sweetpaw's eyes; it appeared to the midnight feline that he had chose his words cautiously to favour a response with her - putting his own real feelings aside to avoid making her feel bad. She lowered her head, abashed at what a pitiful opinion he must have formed of her - tilting her head wouldn't help differ his opinion, only prove it further... but she couldn't help it. She wanted to curl up, and block out this stranger... he was too kind to her, of all cats. She could not begin to fully grasp why he acted so gently towards her.*
"WindClan doesn't have many sources of water, and none quite big enough for fish... Not that I've been all over the territory yet. I don't haven't been assigned a mentor yet."
*Slowly, two luminous golden orbs lifted their gleaming depths to stare at Rainpaw; quivering, half-hunched over, the RiverClan apprentice appeared so... helpless. But the expression in her haunting eyes suggested she was strong enough, underneath all her shyness, to patiently recieve whatever life dealt her way, and utter not a mew of complaint. She blinked, before straightening slightly, soft voice filled with a kind tenderness.* I don't have a mentor yet either, and do not expect to have one... I would only fail at whatever was set before me. *She lifted her head, slightly, a ghost of a smile parting her lips.* But, if you would like to meet next Gathering... maybe I could catch a fish for you?
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Thanks, Marie!
Thanks, Rig!!! **hugs**
-Both banners are from Warrior's Wish
What do you think? It's nearly invisible on some of the posts' backgrounds. BIC:
