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Post by sun+RIBBONS on Oct 4, 2009 12:59:16 GMT -5
[blast from the past]
Harefleet stretched, padding into the misty morning. The scent of milk of other queens littered her pelt, but her airy scent flooded out into the opening, carried on the damp morning winds. It was spring. She parted her jaws in a large gaping yawn. Her silky pelt bulged in the center, everyone was well aware of the kits that would be entering the clan any day now. The medicine cat, Lionsky, and other queens had urged her to stay in the nursery at all times, but she just couldn't stand it anymore. Her muscles ached to run and scamper and climb all over the rocky craigs that rose up around her. But she wouldn't be able to that until her kits were at least four moons old. Four moons seemed so far away. She heard a distant padding of a cat, the paws coming her direction. Lionsky? she called out hopefully, her thin voice stretching the murky morning. A purr rumbled in her throat as she thought of the father of her kits. It was her second litter, it made her heart crack and quack every time she thought of it. Her kits had to survive. Despite her aloof attitude, Harefleet was desperate. |
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Post by *(SHADE)* on Oct 4, 2009 20:12:00 GMT -5
Lionsky touched her shoulder with his nose. Yes? He asked, his voice a cautious concern. What a melody his life had turned into, a soft dramatic one. He smiled warmly at her, examining the she-cat almost on instinct.
OOC;; Yeah, don't know much about him. Hope that works. |
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Post by sun+RIBBONS on Oct 4, 2009 20:48:36 GMT -5
Harefleet grinned like a girly apprentice all over again. She couldn't believe that here she was, with one of her best friends at her side for life. I... Just wanted to say good morning. she said. Her stomach heaved and she clenched her teeth in silent pain. And that maybe we could go out for a morning hunt... Please? she pleaded like a kit. I haven't been out in what seems like moons. she mewed, shooting a sharp glance at the medicine cat den. She adored and respected the medicine cat of their clan, but she couldn't help but feel a little bitter. She was one of those cats who needed to be on her feet and doing something. She looked forward to giving birth to these kits and having it over with.
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Post by *(SHADE)* on Oct 5, 2009 11:42:40 GMT -5
He frowned, biting his lower lip as he thought. Hadn't he forbidden her from leaving camp? Or even the nursery? But... He began, looking from the camp entrance, to his den, to her. Funny how his words were ignored at times. Fine. He answerred hesitantly. [/size] |
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Post by sun+RIBBONS on Oct 5, 2009 11:49:56 GMT -5
For the most part, Harefleet did as she was told, and respected Lionsky above all others. But her paws itched to charge out of camp. She licked his cheek thoughfully. Thank you. she said with a soft, simpering smile. She had done her best, but she wanted a little more freedom before the kits were here... She looked at Lionsky, wondering what their kits might look like. And then grinned her familiar warm grin. Lets go before Spottedtail finds me. she said with a smirk in the direction of the medicine cat den...
my out of character : [/s] I think we should skip forward in time to where Woodpaw is having to be saved, and then I'll just play as Woodpaw...[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by *(SHADE)* on Oct 5, 2009 11:57:09 GMT -5
OOC - Okay,  . New thread or this one?
He nodded at her words, a smile forming on the edges of his whiskers. He too cast a glance in that direction,finding nothing interesting. With careful feet he exited the camp. |
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Post by sun+RIBBONS on Oct 5, 2009 12:12:38 GMT -5
my.out.of.character : [/s] eh... This one I guess... Woodpaw's eyes flashed white instead of their normal pearly green. It has just been a jump and then an unplanned for misstep on the slippery rocks. His fur was damp from the constant misty spray of the raging, flooded river. He swallowed and called again for help. His words echoed in the rocky canyons that rose up around him. Help! He called again. In his panic he had no time to scent for others. His muscles ached and coiled, ached and coiled, as he struggled to maintain his grip on the cliff's rocky edge. He panted and looked down for the briefest moment. Oh... HELP! his voice was weak as the rocks around him started to give way to his weight. His tabby fur was now clinging do his skin. He tried to grip onto something with his teeth, but there was nothing there. Where were they? Mountainpaw, Floodpaw, and the others? Where was anyone? He felt his lungs start to close in on him. The ground seemed to rumble as heavy water crashed against the sides, unsteadying his grip. Reaching up to him... He coughed and sputtered his way back to consciousness.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by *(SHADE)* on Oct 5, 2009 18:45:50 GMT -5
Lionsky, who had been out for something or another, heard the familiar voice and rushed towards it's owner, distraught by what he knew he would see. Woodpaw had gotten caught in the water, he could tell that, and now tried his hardest to help his son. If only they could switch places, he grabbed the young cat's fur and pulled him forward, feeling his own paws slipping.
He had been washed along, after his feet had slipped, and well he had no wish to fight the inevitable. Flood or no flood, it was his time, he knew this. And at least he had been able to save his family.
OOC;; Museless, lol. |
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Post by sun+RIBBONS on Oct 5, 2009 23:45:12 GMT -5
Waterpaw cried out in agony, suddenly wishing he could call all those 'helps!' back into his throat... His father would never have traded with him. It was his fault. He knew it. And his alone. No! he screamed, but the river drowned him out as he saw that last tuff of his father's fur dip beneath the surface, it never emerged... NO!
It seemed to be hours upon hours later, maybe even days, before Thunder-roll, a strong warrior about the same age as his parents... Parent, found him. He gulped and swallowed, his stomach felt leaden and empty. His heart torn to shreds. I did it! he hissed, moving back away from the warrior as if he might kill his cat as well. His feet gripped the slippery rocks with new precision. He sagged, and the next thing he knew... He found himself curled up at his mother's side. It's my fault. He finally managed to say. His voice was dry from lack of use.
He... Knew what he was doing, it has nothing to do with you what choice he made, darling. His mother's words were soothing, but her voice was ragged, and he knew she had been crying. He couldn't look up at her.
But because of me, Icepaw, Frozenpaw, and Surepaw don't have a dad... he murmured.
But they do... Just because he is gone doesn't mean he isn't your father, he will always watch over you. I promise...
Icepaw stared at her brother, unnoticed in the quiet corner of the deep and dark den. Her heart felt cold, as if something had been stolen from her. A piece of her rudely torn out... |
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