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Post by Snowstar on Jun 13, 2012 17:03:49 GMT -5
Snowstar sat down by the fresh-kill pile, her blue eyes silently scanning the clearing. She loved her home in ThunderClan. This greenleaf was peaceful, and full of prey. The small white she-cat blinked slowly, wondering where all of her clanmates were. She'd been lonely lately, and wanted to have more to do with other cats. It wasn't like she was old and hard to get along with, she was quite pleasant to talk to and actually younger than most of the warriors anyways.
The young leader rasped a tongue over her snow white fur, and twitched her ears, listening to the sounds of the forest. It was in the middle of the day at the moment, and a Gathering was soon to be held in a couple of days. She was always excited for Gatherings.[/size]
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 13, 2012 20:20:39 GMT -5
Food. The little blind apprentice loved food--perhaps it was the only thing in the world he actually truly liked, besides tales and legends and peculiar trinkets. You couldn't exactly tell though, Nearpaw was as small and scrawny as an underfed mouse! Okay, maybe that's exaggerating just a little, but still. He could smell the fresh, juicy, delectable aroma of... What was that? A thrush? Ooh. He hasn't had a thrush in a while now!
Following the wafting scent of prey, Nearpaw padded over towards the freshkill pile, licking his maw in anticipation. Almost there, almost there--FWAP.
The blind tom tripped over a rock, landing facefirst into the ground next to his leader.
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 14, 2012 17:58:55 GMT -5
Snowstar turned her attention to the small medicine cat apprentice. Her blue eyes glittered with caringness as she didn't interrupt, but let him find his own way. "Hello Nearpaw" she mewed, nuzzling him back to his paws gently. Her motherly instincts took over for a moment, as she observed Nearpaw. They had the same fur and eye color. She wondered if she'd ever have kits to care for. Sure, she was a leader, but lots of she-cats had them feelings. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 14, 2012 20:21:11 GMT -5
Nearpaw felt a gentle touch slowly push him back up to his paws. He couldn't argue with his leader--yet--so he allowed her to do so, his spine tingling at the contact.
"Greetings, Miss Snowstar." He mewed in his usual stoic way. "I didn't see you there."
Literally. He nuzzled his forepaws, feeling the spiderwebs attached coming loose, revealing the mass of scars, some healing, some still fresh, all gotten from his days falling and tumbling in the uneven terrain of Thunderclan.
Nearpaw padded over towards the fresh-kill pile, grabbing the thrush, when he smelt sonething else. It smelt bad--making his stomach turn. Who dares contaminate the freshkill pile?! Digging in the pile, he pulled out the source of the bad stench--a rotten vole.
"Ew."
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 15, 2012 9:40:36 GMT -5
Snowstar inhaled the scent of the rotten prey as soon as she saw what Nearpaw had pulled out. "I wonder if this means anything" Her blue eyes clouded with curiousness and worry. Sure, it could be just a bad piece of prey that meant nothing, but you could never be sure. She flashed her gaze over to the medicine cat apprentice, wondering if he knew if anything was going wrong.
She rasped a tongue over her lightly bristling fur, shaking her white pelt. The young she-cat was just that; young. She hadn't dealt with drama since becoming leader, and she didn't want to let her clan down with her lack of age and experience.[/size]
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 15, 2012 10:47:00 GMT -5
"I think it means someone hasn't been doing their job." Nearpaw screwed up his nose before digging into his thrush, eager to wash the bitter taste off his tongue. Nearpaw was recently apprenticed, and though medicine cats are expected to receive prophecies, he had never gotten one before. Nearpaw was afraid he might not be able to distinguish prophecies when they come.
But nonetheless, Snowstar sounded worried. Did she know anything? "Is there anything wrong, Miss Snowstar?" Nearpaw mewed between bites. A little draft was picking speed, rustling the trees that towered around Thunderclan camp, ruffling Nearpaw's still nursery-soft fur. Odd. How sudden.
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 16, 2012 11:01:13 GMT -5
Snowstar shook her head, blinking furiously to let her nerves disappear. But she couldn't help as if feel that trouble was coming. Her white fur along the spine pricked uncomfortably, and she let her tail flick back and forth. "Nothing really Nearpaw," she turned her brilliant blue gaze to him. "Just thinking of the possible meanings." the young she-cat told him.[/size]
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 16, 2012 11:15:05 GMT -5
Just the fact that she's wondering of the possible meanings of the rotten vole seemed to Nearpaw that something was not quite on level. Well, being a leader meant you had to worry about this kind of stuff, anyway.
Nearpaw swallowed another chunk of the warm thrush. The draft picked up even more speed, howling as they meandered between the canopy of the forest. Nearpaw perked up his ear. This was definitely weird. The day had been still and calm before, why was there such a sudden windiness?
The wind seemed to almost be whispering.
Ooc: Mind if Nearpaw hears a weird prophecy in the wind about the plot? :3
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 16, 2012 16:57:21 GMT -5
(ooc; go aheadd)
Snowstar's ears pricked slightly, then flattened. Her blue eyes narrowed as she stared into the forest. Things weren't all that peaceful she was beginning to realize. Glancing for a moment at the medicine cat apprentice, she tilted her head, lost in thought. She didn't want to seem worried for her clan, but all the same she wanted them to be safe against all danger. Maybe I'll call a meeting later. Just have extra patrols, maybe repatching the dens.[/size]
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 16, 2012 18:14:53 GMT -5
"Miss Snowstar, do you hear something?" He mewed, ears perked up. What was that? That couldn't possibly be... the wind?
Fire.
"There's fire in the wind." He mewed, his blind gaze even more blank and entranced than usual.
Destroy... Home... War...
"Beware of the blazing fire of red in the wind. Homes will be destroyed, four will become two, and war against wrong enemies shall ensue." Nearpaw mewed, before snapping out of his trance-like state. The wind slowed down, and before long, the blustery gale that was there before disappeared.
Nearpaw blinked. "Well. That was weird."
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Post by Snowstar on Jun 17, 2012 9:50:01 GMT -5
Snowstar's fur bristled. Her blue eyes widened as she listened to every word the apprentice said. "Trouble's coming." she mewed, her voice almost a whisper. The young she-cat glanced over at the Highrock. She should alert her clan. Have them know and be prepared that something bad's approaching them. She shook her white pelt, trying to groom down her fur, but it didn't work. "This isn't good. Go share this with Oakpelt."[/size]
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Post by Nearpaw on Jun 17, 2012 10:17:33 GMT -5
Nearpaw nodded, and ran his pink tongue over his maw. Nearpaw wasn't quite sure what would be in store for them all, but he knew it couldn't all possibly be good. "Sometimes I wish Starclan gave us straight to the point prophecies. Sure saves a lot of time and trouble that way." He mewed.
Gathering his half-eaten thrush (food should never go to waste!), he dipped his head and padded off to the strong scent of herbs in the distance.
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Post by Tailchaser on Jun 17, 2012 21:40:35 GMT -5
Tailchaser bounded over to fresh kill pile nearly tripping over her own tail, but she caught herself from tumbling into the fresh kill pile. She quickly grabbed a squirrel now embarrest and slowly began to eat it.
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