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Post by zetorneh on Sept 24, 2006 11:23:57 GMT -5
You got me runnin goin out of my mind,
You got me thinkin that Im wastin my time.
Dont bring me down,no no no no no,
Ill tell you once more before I get off the floor
Dont bring me down
Hues of brilliant oranges and reds mixed with purple filled the sky as the large citrus descended. the pale crescent grew brighter and brighter as night fell. Fem continued her journey through the bare woodlands, crescent illuminating her hyde stained sterling. Familiar scents filled her nasal passages, her allies and enemies had come back to. The familiar surroundings brought back memories from the past, memories she would rather forget. Stilts danced over the topo, picking up speed, carrying her to god knows were. Only moments before she had still been in this forest, but once she heard the news that these clans were here she had immediately hightailed off to find one. So who was left? some of the mutts who had come here were new, which meant new possibilities. Deep down though, her heart still belonged to Bloodclan but she would never go back there. Ever.
The fem's paw steps made a steady(and almost silent) rythem on the ground as she contuined her "journey". These clans interested her and she wanted to find out what the hell they were about. Soposuabbly they were nice there. Non sence, no one could be nice in a commnuity. It was all greed. Snort was edmitted from her as she thought of what it would be like to live once again in a community, but Bloodclanners really didn't work as a "community". Whatever, it was bad enough. |
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 24, 2006 14:03:47 GMT -5
Long ebony fur brushed silently against the tree bark. The cat moved swiftly and silently in the shadows, her pelt blending with them perfectly.All except for her spectacular optics, which hued a green so catching that anyone who glanced once at her would quickly be transfixed. Her long black tail was held high, a signal that this cat was well at home in these lands.For this was a ShadowClan cat, bred and blood, and she was proud of the fact.
The dark femme was obviously on patrol, for this was a part of the border that neared Highstones, and with that, WindClan territory.Come truth of the fact, she detested the Clan as she did all other rival Clans, and didn't trust them. WindClan would steal the fur off your back, if you didn't keep an eye on them.They've stolen prey before and I'd bet my tail that they'd do it again. Her foster mother, Silverstone, had once said. What ShadowClan did not know was that the episode where WindClan stole a good amount of prey awhile ago was Sparrowwing, a loner who at that time still bore WindClan scent.
Now the ebony femme's large ears pricked, and she came to a sudden stop.The scent that these western winds carried was not natural.The usual upward scents of the marshes were drowned out by another, that of a cat who wasn't of ShadowClan. The she-cat's brilliant optics narrowed, and she arched her back, shining black fur on end.Intruder! And from the scent of it, just over behind this edge! With a growl of wonder and ourage, the thin femme lightly slipped under the bristling bush and appeared on the other side of the clearing, gaze fixed on the she-cat that now wandered in ShadowClan terrain.
Behind her, the black femme's sandy pawsteps began to fade as the warm zephyr gently blew dust to cover them.In an almost sad way,it was like the she-cat was never there.As if history was erased.But she knew her place was and would always be here, barring an intruder's road, defending her Clan with the loyalty and pride which was the only thing that kept her spirit running these days.Claws unsheathed, back arched, her long rich coat on end, the warrior of ShadowClan was quiet a fearsome sight, as if a ghost in the shadowy forest.Cold winds blew aga, making her fur ruffle and flutter hazily as if it were seaweed in an ocean, churning with the rhythm of the waves.This femme had an eerie, but undeniably beautiful presence.
She stood, brilliant spects piercing into the intruding cat's eyes like needles.The glare was sharp, questioning, and withering, enough to send shivers through one's spine.This was ShadowClan's territory, not open freely to "passers by".
What are you doing here?Are you aware that this is ShadowClan's territory you so freely wonder through?
Nightheart asked, meow cool,brisk and cross, although it was nothing to match her icy gaze. |
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Post by zetorneh on Sept 24, 2006 16:59:28 GMT -5
ShadowClan? The sound of confusement mingled with a bit of hostility. I'm sorry, but I have not a clue of what your talking about. Her gray blue oculi searched the femme's before her. So this was a clan cat? I'm guessing your a clan cat? she snorted with disgust. ((torneh's completely and ubberly museless)) |
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Post by Roxie ! on Sept 24, 2006 17:13:15 GMT -5
Nightheart didn't even so much as blink.Her piercing gaze fixed still on the intruder, locked with determination that promised a strong, stubborn opponent to any that defied her.The femme raised her chin coolly, elegant whiskers still blowing in the dieing wind.Loners....they could be so stupid at times. And though obviously annoyed, the black warrior stayed completely calm.
What do you think? She challenged softly, gaze hard as ever.If I were a loner or a rogue, like you seemingly are, then I wouldn't be here, standing in front of you, naturally. For a split second, she took her intense green gaze off of the loner and rolled her eyes in exasperation.Loners were so disorganized....at least Clan-cats could mind their own territory.With a soft snort, the intense optics fixed once more upon the loner before her, narrowed slightly.
Nightheart stood completely still, tail lashing swiftly behind her.This was the only betrayal of her impatient annoyance, for though she kept her defensive stance, the femme looked completely calm and in control, as if she had done this many times before.
After a moment of silence, Nightheart took a step forward, her soft pad pressing silently against the cold earth.Eyes never left the intruder, merely blinked once, looking her up and down briefly as if sizing up to the cat.But still, Nightheart made no move of aggression, uttered no snarl or hiss, merely kept her cool stare in place as if her life depended on it.
Since you seem ignorant to these lands, let me fill you in.This is ShadowClan's territory.Our warriors work hard to maintain it and keep intruders like yourself out. So, if you'd be so kind to spare us both the drama and leave?
The words were completely serious,no hints of fear or amusement ebbed them.And again, Nightheart spoke not in a hiss or a yowl, but in a calm, cool meow.And then there were those eyes....those intense, emerald eyes.They never left the intruder's face, in an almost eerie fashion.
Nightheart's long black tail stopped lashing, and everything around them seemed to grow strangely quiet, as if the whole forest had paused to hear the loner's response. |
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Post by redxiii on Sept 25, 2006 23:48:39 GMT -5
(YAYZ! Bramby's bored and wanting to go and find something interesting!)
Happily plucking a horestail by it's stem and dragging along a few other items that will be unamed for certain reasons no one will ever know except for the specific medicine cat dragging it, the tom decided to try around the forest border to see if any other useful herbs could be found by luck and chance.
To his surprise, a hiss came from the area straight ahead of where he was going, which stopped him in his tracks. What was going on?
Slowly padding forward, but keeping low and hidden, Bramblenose advanced forward, wary of what dangers might lurk ahead..neverknowing..neverstopping for a moment.
The tom eyed the situation around, 2 cats, one apparently Shadowclan by scent and the other..a..the tom sniffed briefly..intruder from another place. So this is what clans should do when meeting an intruder. Keeping a close eye on the show infront of him, he continued watching as the scene played out.
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