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Post by Silky on Oct 11, 2009 4:39:34 GMT -5
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[kit] Dustpaw the nervous, Hollythorn the suspiscious, Gladefeet the welcoming
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[notes] plz don't kill meeeee.
Dustpaw had gone back through Thunderclan territory, and could smell the typical Windclan scent. She blinked away the tears, and sighed. "I'm sorry Drydusk..." She said, as if he were near her. "Who the bloody hell does that mousebrained kit think she is? Starclan's sake... Idiot kit thinks she's so big and tough. Well, if Nightstar will let me live with Windclan, we'll be enemies, and I will love slaying that little cow in battle."
She narrowed her green eyes. What she didn't understand was why Crowstar had picked Drydusk as his stand-in for the Gathering so long ago, but picked that idiot Shadewing for deputy after Blackpelt stepped down.
The ginger cat neared the Windclan camp now, and saw the sleeping figures. She hoped they wouldn't attack her, but obviously they would. She was a tresspasser until she got to speak with Nightstar.
There was another ginger she-cat, just like her, who lifted her head first. "Filthy Shadowclanner! Get out of our camp!" She hissed, leaping on Dustpaw. Dustpaw shrank back, not wanting to fight. Hollythorn was confused and angry.
A black cat with bright yellow eyes padded over. "Hollythorn, we do not attack unless Nightstar gives the order. Get off her." She meowed. Dustpaw could see sleeping kits behind her, all looking similar to her.
"Yes Gladefeet..." Hollythorn said oblingingly, letting go of the ginger Shadowclanner. Gladefeet padded over to the black cat with the dark, burning orange eyes. The hatred they showed made Dustpaw shrink back.
"My name is Dustpaw, daughter of Poppyclaw and Crowstar of Shadowclan. I no longer wish to live with those traitors of Starclan for taking in and making an alliance with... Fireclan. Shadestar has exiled his medicine cat, leaving my inexperienced brother in his place. He sent his own mate to the Fireclan harem, and I believe that is way too far. I experienced that pile of mousedung, as did Angie and Lilith, or, do they have warrior names now?" Talk of those two she-cats had still been hot and angered when she had been a prisoner.
"I want to save my clan from the power-hungry idiot that leads it, but I can't do it alone. Crowpaw told me, a week or so ago, he receved a message from Starclan. He told me the leader, medicine cat and deputy received it." Dustpaw nodded. "I wish to speak with Nightstar alone, if it is okay. If it isn't, kill me where I stand." Dustpaw said, bowing her head in respect for the leader.
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Post by Twilight on Oct 11, 2009 10:16:29 GMT -5
Nightstar's black pelt slowly walked forward over the star filled night. Her orange eyes were just a pair of floating orange gems as she approached Dustpaw. She stopped about twolengths in front of her. She looked over to Gladefeet. "I gave that order long ago Gladefeet. I decreed that as long as FireClan was here, we would attack any cat on our territory that was not WindClan. Crueleye may be dead, but the threat of FireClan still remains." She looked back at Dustpaw. "Dustpaw? Hmm... I see ShadowClan has done you no justice. As far as I'm concerned you can stay. But, tomorrow, I want to see your skills. As of right now, you are a WindClan apprentice. You can sleep with the other apprentices tonight, and I will make the announcement in the morning. In that time, I will decide who will be your mentor. I expect you to be rested by Sunhigh tomorrow, so that I might assess your skills. We mainly hunt rabbits, but I'm sure they will be no problem for you." She look at Hollythorn. "Show her around camp, then let her get settled with the apprentices. I'm going back to sleep." Nightstar turned away and walked back to her spot and laid down. She fell asleep, but not before she yawned and gave Dustpaw a friendly look.
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Post by Silky on Oct 13, 2009 10:25:16 GMT -5
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[kit] Dustpaw the nervous, Hollythorn the suspiscious
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[notes] Hollythorn is huffy D:<
Dustpaw listened to Nightstar. "Thank you Nightstar..." She said, bowing her head. It wasn't often you got a second chance. She hoped her father would visit her in her sleep; she needed help from him, she was confused and angry at Shadestar, pissed off at that snobby brat Flamepaw, and most of all, angry at herself. All those confused feelings raged around inside, locked up with the pain and suffering she had experienced during her time as a harlot for the Fireclan males.
Hollythorn narrowed her eyes. "Nightstar may have given you another chance, but I still don't like you. You stink of marshland." Hollythorn said, flicking her tail. "Warriors sleep here, queens here, apprentices here, Nightstar over there, and Mom's - Err, Leafsong's - space is over there, where she can store her herbs and stuff. For healing and all that jazz." |
[/color] Hollythorn said. "Thank you..." Dustpaw said, bowing her head. The ginger tabby with the mismatched eyes only huffed, saying something about killing Dustpaw if she stepped out of line. Dustpaw shivered, and looked over towards the lake. No doubt Ravenpaw, Flamepaw and Leopardfang will have made it back by now, and telling the clan why she'd left. Drydusk would be devastated, and Dustpaw was devastated enough at having to leave him because Shadowclan was no longer her home. She threw a look over her shoulder, and walked a little way away from camp, and a familiar scent caught her nose. Drydusk! She could make out his shape running across the moor. She hissed, as of now, they were enemies. She ran towards him, and he slowed, obviously thinking she was coming for him to take her home. She unsheathed her claws, and leapt on him. "Drydusk you fool! What are you doing here?!" She mewled, staring at his soft blue eyes through her emerald green ones. (Que Drydusk =]) [/color][/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote] |
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Post by Silky on Oct 13, 2009 10:27:23 GMT -5
[ARGH WTF WHY ISN'T THE TABLE WORKING D:<]
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Post by sandfire on Dec 19, 2009 13:32:53 GMT -5
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He slowed, his legs trembling as he opened his maw to call her name as she came towards him. He could already smell her mingled scent, tainted with the essences of so many other cats. But she was still Dustpaw.
But suddenly, his heart sank, his stomach flipped, as Dustpaw's claws glistened and, hissing, she lunged at him, tackling him to the ground and staring him in the eyes, mewling. You fool. Fool... What had he done? "I'm here to take you back," he mewed back in quiet desperation. "Dustpaw..."
His blue eyes narrowed, his dark grey fur ruffled against the soft grass and her roughness. They narrowed in confusion, in terror- in pain. What..had he done? This wasn't the Dustpaw he knew. Sure, she had always seemed different since she had came back, but now she seemed even MORE different... There was something so wrong with this.
((I'm probably going to make a new table for him...need to make one for Snowpatch too P=)) |
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Post by Silky on Dec 19, 2009 13:42:04 GMT -5
"Drydusk... What are you doing here? Nightstar said she gave the order to kill any cat tresspassing!" She meowed, and she heard his words. She pulled herself off him, and sat down, hanging her head low. She closed her eyes. "I can't go back Drydusk..." she meowed softly, lifting her head, locking her green gaze with his.
"ShadowClan... It's changed since my father died... Since your brother became leader... I was talking to an apprentice the night I came back. She told me Shadestar assumed me dead, convinced my father I was, and sent no one to look for me... She didn't mention you... You did look for me, didn't you?" She asked him, walking a little closer to her love.
"I know... I'm different. I can see it in your eyes. The crap I went through there... That terrible place... The things I saw, the things I was forced to do... Drydusk, I was forced to bear kits, and every damn time they were she-kits! and every damn time, the FireClanners killed them because they think she-kits are useless..." She meowed, feeling tears come to her eyes. She sighed.
"Drydusk... I do love you, but... ShadowClan is no longer my home. Hell, I may suck at catching rabbits like the WindClanners, but I might be useful. I can't do anything at ShadowClan, except be a whiny little she-cat, wanting everyones' sympathy..." She sucked in a deep breath. "You know when you were stand in deputy? I asked my father to consider you for that job. I wasn't allowed to see him when he was thinking about deputy deputy... I always knew he made a mistake picking your brother over you..." She meowed, nuzzling him a little.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 19, 2009 14:13:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=151524]"I don't care if Nightstar skins me alive and makes me eat my own crowfood heart," |
[/b] he told her after listening to everything, nuzzling her back and pressing so close his grey fur mingled amongst her orange coat. He could smell her warm, beautiful scent under the tainted Fireclan toms and the Windclan cats she had just been near. "But there's nothing I can do about Shadestar. Even if it was a mistake... We can't change the past."[/b] His ears flicked back with sadness. "But can't I convince you to rethink this?"[/b] He begged, dipping his head and nestling it under her chin. "I need you..." [/b] He pulled away, lifted his head and locked his gaze in her shimmering emeralds'. She looked so miserable... he had to be able to do something. He was sick of being useless. Especially being unable to help his only love in all of the territories. It shouldn't have to be this way... If there was only some way he could make things right again. Only, it didn't seem like he was going to be allowed to do anything...[/color][/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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