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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Mar 29, 2007 20:09:17 GMT -5
ooc: Sweetpaw would you mind not posting so small? It makes it real hard for me to read
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Post by Whisperstar, Dewpaw & Skypaw on Mar 30, 2007 20:26:16 GMT -5
*Whisperstar walks out of the shadows of one of the trees where she had been talking to her sister. She looks around the clearing with bright green eyes, and smiles at the activity humming around her.*
*Dewpaw comes out behind her sister, and sits down beside her.* Looks like a good turnout for a gathering, huh?
*Whisperstar smiles.* Aye, it does.
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Post by Snowstar on Mar 31, 2007 15:15:55 GMT -5
Well, if that is taken care of--*Kempfur turned to go up to the Great Rock, only to notice Whisperstar. Had everyone taken a dose of mouse brain this morning? Two leaders were late, and it couldn't be for sickness resulted from the famine. Not when the coinsidences were so close together. Maybe he was over-thinking it a bit, yes, that's what he was doing. Being made leader--and being one of the newest, without his leader name to boot!--had made him suspicious. He heaved a grand sigh and turned to Whisperstar.* nice of you to join us,* he mewed to the RiverClan leader. *Now may we start?
If you're so impatient, Kempfur, then why don't you go first?*suggested Snowstar with an edge to her meow. Whisperstar's late arrival only added to her growing fears of the forest and its future. Too many young leaders, too many losses--how would they hold up?*
*Kempfur shot the older leader a glare under hooded eyes.* It is a matter of courtesy, Snowstar,* he managed with some bit of control.*
*Torclaw let out a relieved sigh and stepped back to let Dawnheart do her job. Squirrelstar had been hit the most by the famine; having to keep morale up, and then getting sick herself, had taken a toll on her from the warrior's stand point. Torclaw had only helped with the sick cats, not getting sick in the least.
The two leaders' conversation reached her ears; she shook her head at no one in particular. Snowstar was another problem she had to think about, and keep an eye on. In her crazed state--not to mention Squirrelstar's--was a dangerous thing to watch. Ever since she was a kit Snowstar had been there, ready and willing to fight for anything. But that could easily turn into anger towards another Clan, or ambition for more territory, like other leaders before her. It all seemed so pathetic to her, but it mattered to the leaders.*
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Post by ~Marie on Apr 7, 2007 13:27:59 GMT -5
OOC: You guys, we really need to keep this moving. If this breaks down, the rest of the Forest is only a few pawsteps behind. That's how it went last time; I couldn't keep up with the Gathering, and suddenly I couldn't keep up with anything else. *shrugs* Just a reminder. =3
BIC: *Rainpaw furrowed his brow in worry at Sweetpaw's initial reaction to his words. What he done to cause her such trepidation this time? Frantically, he raked over his actions and words of the last few moments. Had he insulted her, somehow? Had he spoken to bluntly? Maybe she had misinterpreted his words. Gulping down the panicked emotion, he blinked his bright amber eyes, attempting to clear his head. No, no, calm down. Acting like this won't help her feel any better. His breathing grew steady and his heart calm as the frightening thoughts dissipated.
As the gentle feline raised her eyes slowly to his and spoke, the WindClan apprentice found himself once more hanging on her every word.*
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.
*A rush of sudden tenderness overwhelmed his thoughts. This cat...could she really be this humble? It was amazing to him. He had never known anyone so gentle and self-effacing and... Pitiable. But, at the same time, worthy of respect. Rainpaw was not certain how those two traits could be mixed; all he knew was that it was true. He pitied her, because everything seemed to scare her, but he respected her all the more for it. It was not every day that you came across a cat like this...
And now a touch of fury burned in his chest at her words, adding yet another element of confusion to his whirling emotions. No! You're wrong. You're so wrong. You would not fail, Sweetpaw... Maybe you would, the first few times, but you'd learn with practice. And most importantly you'd keep trying, which is all any mentor could ask of such a gentle, quiet cat as you. As is sometimes the case in moments of high emotion and drama, a small part of Rainpaw's mind remained detached from the situation. It was that part that kept him from bursting out angrily. You've barely even met this cat. What would she think of you, saying that? Don't be a fool, getting so caught up in the moment. Listen to reason, Rainpaw.*
But, if you would like to meet next Gathering... maybe I could catch a fish for you?
*Uncomfortable with the pattern of his thoughts, the lanky tom was glad for Sweetpaw's shift in topic. Meeting her gaze with a strange mixture of abashment and boldness and tenderness, he smiled shyly, broadly, and gently all at once. A purr accompanied his words, despite the voice of reason's warnings otherwise.* I would love that, Sweetpaw. Maybe I could bring a rabbit... Have you ever tasted one?
*Eagerness for their next meeting began to supercede the confusion of emotions, for he noticed with a glance about the clearing that the leaders seemed to be finally moving towards getting something done. They all seemed to have arrived, anyway. That means the Gathering will be over soon, and we'll have to go home. The thought of leaving his new-found friend saddened him, but he brightened when he thought of their next meeting. Young and untrained as he was, the apprentice could not have known what a grievous breaking of the Warrior Code it would be to share his Clan's freshkill with a cat from another Clan. He knew, of course, that it was not something that happened often, but he did not understand why. As far as he knew, it was simply because no one had any friends in other Clans, or maybe because the other Clans all had their own food. It never occured to him that the ordinances of StarClan would have forbidden it.*
OOC: ...I don't think abashment is a word... *blinks* Oh well.
The bros will have to come later... I'm almost out of 'net time and it's only 11:30!!
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Apr 9, 2007 17:55:18 GMT -5
((OOC: MEEP!! Sorry, guys. I'll have to make thise quick or I'll be late for work. Oh, BTW, I'll be gone from Wednesday to Saturday. So...not too much happening, please? **puppy eyes**))
**Dawnheart smiles and returns the wink. She makes it as quick as possible, since it appears that the other leaders were about to start. She quickly but expertly sniffs Squirrelstar, checks her breathing, and looks over her joints and such with the eye only medicine cats posess. Satisfied, she steps back and nods.** You'll be fine tonight, Squirrelstar. And you should be able to make it back home afterwards without too much help. **She winks slightly at Torlclaw.**
**Lionclaw smiles at her apprentice's response.** In a way, yes, Crystalpaw. Or, at least, I'm being friendly. This, **she motions to Sablepaw to come forward a little,** is Sablepaw of ShadowClan. We met briefly at the last Gathering before the famine, I believe? **She directs this question at Sablepaw.**
**Sablepaw listens to the two ThunderClan cats, wondering what this is all leading up to. Is Lionclaw introducing me to other apprentices so that I make friends? she thinks. Why on earth would she do that? At Lionclaw's question, she snaps out of it, and replies,** Um, yeah, I think so.
**Lionclaw nods at Sablepaw's answer and turns to Crystalpaw.** Right. Well, you both seemed like the type with things to talk about. Or, at least, you seemed like you'd get along somehow. Have fun. **Obviously in one of her rather wierd moods, during which some odd things happen, Lionclaw winks and trots back to Squirrelstar, Torclaw, and Dawnheart. With releif she notes that Squirrelstar had allowed Dawnheart to look her over. Sidling up to stand next to the WindCLan medicine cat, she whispers,** She'll be alright for the evening?
**Startled by the sudden goodbye, Sablepaw stares after Lionclaw. Sighing, she thinks to herself, That was a little wierd. Outwardly, she turns back to Crystalpaw.** Okaayy...is she always like that?
**Dawnheart smiles at Lionclaw's whispered question.**
She'll be alright for the evening?
Yes, she'll be alright. **The spotted she-cat whispers back. Looking at the moon, then at the Great Rock, she says to Squirrelstar, a little louder,** Well, if that's all, Squirrelstar, we probably should get moving. The moons on its way to setting.
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Post by Crystalpaw/Mortpaw/Tabbypaw on Apr 23, 2007 8:52:41 GMT -5
"Hm, somtimes. Feh, that's mentors for you." Crystalpaw sighed, watching her mentor trot away, her golden pelt reflecting moonlight. Crystalpaw looked over at the ShadowClan cat, her emerald eyes sparkleing sadly. She knew that all Clans had it rough in leafbare, but she still couldn't stand to hear about the famine. Getting to her paws, Crystalpaw raised her head to the sky, masking her anger about Clan rivailry.
"Aren't they so beatiful? Silverpelt is always there, and all StarClan's warriors are togther, not divided like us. There will always be peace, but sometimes other things happen first. But we all meet again in the ranks of StarClan." Suddenly embarresed, Crystalpaw licks one of her silver paws and rubs it against her ear, wishing she hadn't spoke. But it was to late not to finish. "And there, we don't have to worry about territory or prey. Sometimes I wish it was like that all the time, not just... When we will walk the skies." She finshed lamely, her glossy black fur shineing, her silver paws and tail-tip looking like stars swen togther to make silver fur. Closeing her eyes, Crystalpaw sat down, close to Sablepaw's right. She curled her tail over her paws before speaking again.
"I know we are meant to be loyal to our Clan, but if one Clan dies out, we are all in for it, since there won't be five clans anymore. Then it seems we were wrong, and the whole time StarClan wanted us to help them. Hm." Turning her head towards the younger cat next to her, she gave her a pleading look. "Do you think I am disloyal for thinking this way?"
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Post by Lionclaw, Dawnheart, Sablepaw on Apr 24, 2007 19:54:43 GMT -5
**Sablepaw listens with interest. Such thoughts had gone through the young she-cat's own mind in recent moons, especially since the death of her mother.** No, I don't think you sound disloyal at all! After all, once a cat joins StarClan, they become part of the same Clan, regardless of which Clan they were in whilst alive.
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Post by Goldenstar on Apr 24, 2007 20:04:28 GMT -5
*Goldenheart becomes so overwhelmed by all of the conversation around her, that she just pads over to GreatRock and sits on her haunches. Yellow-green eyes consider all of her surroundings.*
*Strikepaw, battling an extreme sense of shyness, backs away into the shadows, bushes touching her tail menacingly. Suddenly she just lays down, her head laid meekly on her paws, the bright white lightning strike seeming to glimmer across her face.*
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Post by §weetpaw™ on Apr 25, 2007 3:43:55 GMT -5
{Sorry it's taken so long to post~!! ^^"}
**Sweetpaw was an indecisive feline; she was humble beyond words, and refrained herself from saying anything that would broadcast her presense to others, or catch attention from... anyone. There existed no pride, no ego within her character... but there was also no confidence. Sadly, even her own good aspects were unknown to the black she-cat; her past was not troublesome, but it burdened her with a weight of disgust within herself. This burden had made her withdraw from the outside world, so as not to draw attention to her... defect. Sweetpaw inhaled sharply at this, her golden optics glazing over with shock; she was... a defect. She had finally found a word for it. She wasn't ordinary, yet she was unremarkable... She was strange. Flawed. A defect.
... But there was no peace of mind for her. At the back of the she-cat's mind, the notion of what exactly she was had knawed at her consistantly, but not that she had found an appropriate description - there wasn't the ease that she had imagined when finding out. If, there was even more doubt, mixed with dread that bubbled in her stomach... She had found the one word that sumed up everything she was, yet why had it not put her mind at rest? Perhaps it wasn't the right word? No... it had to be. "No other word could..." So intense was her focus, that she only managed to catch snatches of what Rainpaw had said; swiftly, her mind filled in the missing fragments, and she responded, traces of her coy expression still visible underneath her troubled features.** Rabbit...? Oh, I, ah...
**The suden realisation of what he had offered - the impact of his words... it hit her like a thunder tidal wave, and she was stunned. He had not only accepted her pitiable proposal of fish, but he had in turn asked if he wanted some of his food - was he insane! What train of thougt could drive him to be so... so...** Kind... **Her quiet meow was choked with emotion; it was simply unbelievable! "Why is he... how can he... It doesn't make sense... no sense at all!!" But then again, it had been a while since things seemed to make sense for her. Her mind was shrouded in fog... Looking at the world, for her, was like looking at a half-finished jigsaw puzzle. Without guidance - which in this context was the picture on the box - you had to guess what the other half was. Struggling, she finally managed to gasp out.** I... no... I shouldn't...
{Ergh, sorry for bad post; aaargh!! Such big, chunky writing!! Ergh, I don't like it, but because someone asked... >.<}
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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Apr 25, 2007 13:13:48 GMT -5
ooc: Oh, I'm sorry Sweetpaw, you don't have to post bigger if you don't want to, I just have a hard time reading small font. **Mosspaw turns away from Duskpaw, spotting Strikepaw in the shadows. The grey she-cat turns twords him, meowing back to Duskpaw.** I'll be right back, I just want to see who this is. **she then continues to pad twords the shy apprentice.** Hello there! How are you?
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Post by Goldenstar on Apr 25, 2007 22:12:49 GMT -5
*She looks up sharply, staring at the WindClan apprentice a moment before shaking her head and answering.* I'm decent, I suppose. *She heaves a sigh and her slim black tail twitches nervously.*
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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Apr 26, 2007 17:53:18 GMT -5
**Mosspaw tips her head to the side, a little taken aback by the apprentices scared demenor.** Well, thats good, um **She finds herself a little lost for words, not knowing what to say to make this shy cat feel more comfortable, of course, being her bouncy self, she has always had trouble understanding very shy cats.** Come on, why don't you come see some other apprentices? **She prompts.**
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Post by Goldenstar on Apr 28, 2007 23:33:06 GMT -5
*Strikepaw shrugs, shrinking back even more before wincing at the barely noticeable thorns pressing into her haunches. The small apprentice stares up at Mosspaw through beautifully blue eyes, intent and anxious.*
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Post by §weetpaw™ on Apr 29, 2007 6:05:35 GMT -5
{Meh, I'll post bigger... at least I have to write less. ^^ .... But for now, because I feel like it, I'll shall post smaller - just highlight to help read, folks!! Because I am troublesome and am giving optometrists customers~! <3 }
*A white bundle of fur careens into the gathering, legs flailing with speed, but lacking any sort of grace; the fluffball, even when tripping and skidding to a halt in a pile of dirt, continues to wail, her startling blue eyes wide and set alight with a strange, somewhat curious sparkle.* They're after me - ah!! I shall emerge victorious - catnip you say? Don't mind if I... AAAAH!!! A TRAP!!!! Suffocating... can't breath... I'm not caught in a hammock! You... you... *Like springs, Dreampaw's legs twitch frantically before kicking forward, gaining enough momentum to put her back on her paws, before her knees crumple beneath her, lowering her into a crouching position. Her soft, thick fur had several tangles knotted into it, and dirt clung to the tips of the hairs, dying her pelt a dirty white. After this rather spectacular entrance, she beamed warmly at the gathered cats, instructing them.* Carry on now! *Flicking her fluffy tail, the ragdoll purred contently, pleasantly unaware that her entrance was... a bit out of usual.*
{Enter - teh spazziness~! ♥}
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Post by Mosspaw& Aquapaw on Apr 29, 2007 10:42:06 GMT -5
**Mosspaw looks at Strikepaw with a surprised look on her face. She had met shy cats before, bu this one was definitly the shy-est of all.** Well, are you coming? **She asks again.**
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