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Post by rain on Jul 14, 2007 21:13:22 GMT -5
If Jaypaw was trying to be comical, Willowkit didn't get it. With a twitch of her whiskers, she smirked and shook her head, saying nothing. Not noticing Paintedpaw, she quietly took a mouse and a rabbit from the pile of fresh kill. Heading back to the nursery, she waved her tail at Jaypaw in farewell.
Dawnbreeze purred at Nightkit. "Slow down little one," she mewed calmly. "His name is Lightningkit and I haven't a clue where he came from. A different clan, by the scent of him, although he smells like Boulderclan now. If he is allowed to stay here, I will be his mother." Her eyes twinkled, "And of course he'll like you!" Reaching over, she licked Nightkit between the ears.
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Post by smiley. on Jul 14, 2007 21:20:57 GMT -5
[»lightningkit] Lightningkit stood from Dawnbreeze's side and felt his paws wobbling, but he desperately tried to move forward. His right paw moved, and then his left...his right, then his left. But after he had padded a few steps away from Dawnbreeze, he completely collapsed and let out a squeal of happiness. He tried to crawl to his mother's side again, but his paws were trembling way too much.
[»speckledkit] [/center] Speckledkit smiled gratefully at him and shook her head, licking his cheek thankfully. "No thanks, Waterkit, you have it...I just want to get home." She brushed her tail against his back and surged forward, but let out an 'oof!' as she went tumbling over her paws and landed at the feet of Ravenpaw and some unknown cat...who was this, by the way? "Ravenpaw!" Speckledkit squeaked excitedly, running to her friend's side. She was finally home...[/size]
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Post by rain on Jul 14, 2007 22:03:51 GMT -5
Dawnbreeze picked up Lightningkit and placed him close to her side. She wrapped his little body with her tail and started to groom him until his kit fur was sleek and shiny. Willowkit entered the nursery, dropping the rabbit at her mother's side. Dawnbreeze purred her thanks before eating the fresh kill. Willowkit nodded and sat near Lightningkit as she neatly tucked into her food.
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Post by Owl on Jul 15, 2007 12:31:29 GMT -5
ooc; MMkay. o-o;; I've been sooo busy lately.
ic; Mintstar yawned, jaws parting as she drank in the scents of the kits, Featherpelt, and the few warriors left at camp. There were very few warriors. The past few moons had been hard, and with so many deaths it became necessary to speed up apprentice training. Some of the kits, she noted, were ready to begin.
But it would have to wait.
Until after the onslaught.
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Post by stormphrax on Jul 16, 2007 2:56:22 GMT -5
Jaypaw Jaypaw was shuddering all over, staring in horror at the mouse. Something dead. Like eating Pebblekit. He clamped his mouth shut, trying to avoid being sick. The eyes of the mouth stared up at him, just as the eyes of the kit had done, lying stone cold in the den. The world seemed to be pushing in on the corners of his mind, swimming at burring. He gave a cry, and ounde out of the claustrophobic camp.
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Jul 16, 2007 4:27:06 GMT -5
Snakecharm rose with Mintstar, from where he had been watching her across the clearing. He had forced his mouse down, but could not rest, his tail cutting through the air like a knife, his ears rotating gently on his cranium, catching any sound of movement. It was impossible to hear Coldbreath in a camp already filled with the squeaking of kits, the pounding of apprentice paws and the nervously, sharp breaths of the waiting warriors. He wasn’t sure why everyone was so edgy, all of them together were easily a match for Coldbreath…but the thought of him now filled the rather weak-hearted Snakecharm with terror. He couldn’t help feeling that he was not built for Boulderclan…even the shape of his body was different to the other cats, longer and thinner, without the massive haunches that all of the Boulderclan cats carried. Still…he would prove himself when they found Coldbreath.
Falconwing saw the two cats rise, and slowly got to her feet too. She was ready for the hunt, and unlike Snakecharm, was not trembling, instead she was smiling, a slow, broad smile that split her features. Her claws gently grated the little earth there was in the Boulderclan territory, the sharp talons clacking against the rough stone. ”When are we going?” she snapped impatiently.
Paintedpaw looked at Jaypaw with some degrees of alarm. Ignoring the sleeping apprentices {except for giving them a dirty look} he scooted out of the camp after him. The trail was easy to follow, snapped branches, heavy footfalls. Had Jaypaw’s boredom led him to a slight aspect of hysteria. ”Jaypaw!” he called loudly, not bothering to track the apprentice any more. ”Oh Jaypaw! Come out you furball!” He was not in a particually good mood - and was not even that friendly with Jaypaw, but the little decency he possesed told him that he should go after the apprentice...no one else was going too.
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Post by stormphrax on Jul 17, 2007 2:35:45 GMT -5
Ooc: Idea! 0.o Should the apprentices meet Coldbreath?
Bic:
Jaypaw His footsteps slowed as he reached a place where he could see the open sky, the fever that had gripped his brain eased by the wide spaces all aound him. He stopped running and sat shiny black fur still sticking up at odd angles but his pupils had returned to normal size and his eyes had lost their panicky appearence. He turned to face Paintedpaw slowly, now that the fog had cleared from his brain he was embarassed that he had led his fellow apprentice here. He smiled shakily, but genuinely, in apology.
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Jul 17, 2007 6:31:00 GMT -5
”Alright” Paintedpaw mewed, already thoroughly bored with his whole Mister-Nice-Guy thing. ”So why are you acting like a demented loner?” Suddenly Paintedpaw froze, hackles raised, claws shooting out of their sockets and fur shooting up on the back of his neck to travel all the way down his spine. ”And talking of loners” came a deadly voice from behind them, the words slipping around the air like a smooth-skinned eel, ensnaring the two apprentices and choking them in a death hold. ”How are you and the clan doing?” Coldbreath was behind them, grey fur ragged and patchy, body gaunt but as usual - filled to the bursting of deadly muscle. His voice was his usual drawl, but there was defiantly a hint of strong curiosity in his voice…even urgency. ”Are they…looking for me?” he asked, as casually as he could, claws out and clacking against the rock. Paintedpaw did not answer him, but his muscles twitched as he prepared to spring forward and make a run for it…his path was blocked with three sharp claws that came slashing down in front of his face, leaving three deep, red grooves. ”Not so fast” he hissed, circling Jaypaw and the cringing Paintedpaw.
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