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Post by Shadewing on Dec 24, 2009 10:57:52 GMT -5
[[you guys just missed out xD]]
"Then we have no use in being here either. ShadowClan too is leaving." Shadestar picked his tail up, and walked off of the island, across the ice, cats following behind him and Redeyes. "If you guys are too kitty-pet to carry out a discussion and a full gathering, then good night, and may StarClan have pity on all of you." Shadestar called from the edge of the ice. ShadowClan and FireClan then made their way across, and disappeared off of the island. So WindClan wouldn't be attacked, and neither would RiverClan unless they annoyed Shadestar further. ThunderClan, however, in Shadestar's eyes, he had won the argument. And ThunderClan would receive their just desserts for what they did.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 11:17:02 GMT -5
Drydusk's skin was still prickling (not that anyone could really see.) as he followed- slowly- after his brother, along with the rest of his clan. His pelt was slick with melted snow and he felt very, very cold. Everything was... So hard right now. He couldn't think straight. He wanted to race up after Shadestar and start a conversation, try to... To set his own mind straight.
But the grey tabby tom hadn't spoken his brother... In... It must have been moons- only short little yes's and no's, obedient agreements and silent hissings under his breath from time to time. He still didn't know what to do- and there was only one thing he could do in a time like this...
And that was serve his clan. However, he was starting to get sick of the hunting without rewards, the starving because queens and elders needed whatever scrap of food they could find... He was sick of the fighting and the boarder patrols that sent his fur on end at every little sound.
What could a tom do? He walked with heavy paws, keeping his tail low and his eyes on the ground. He may have been one of the few Shadowclan cats that didn't look ready to fight and damn proud about it. He just couldn't keep his head up anymore. There was no getting out of this- the clans were loosing everything, kits, pride, nearly the code...
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Post by Twilight on Dec 24, 2009 11:21:35 GMT -5
Poppyclaw's ginger pelt shot up to stand beside Drydusk, the scent of FireClan tom still rank on her fur, especially her hindquarters. Her green eyes locked onto his blue ones and she spoke softly, knowin that Shadestar wouldn't hear her. "Dustfeather wants you to meet her on the Gathering island tomorrow night when the moon is at it's fullest. I agree that you two should meet, even if it does result in half clan kits. At least they still have full clan blood in them, not diluded with rogue crap..." she trailed off, flicking her tail in anger and staring down the three males that had rapedd her before the gathering.
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Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 11:32:08 GMT -5
Drydusk blinked as the ginger she-cat pulled up to his side. He shuttered to supress the tingling of his prickling pelt and to keep out the cold. "Half-clan?" He smiled fondly, a slight purr coming out of his throat. Dustfeather... "She'll always be a Shadowclan cat, as far as I'm concerned. Exiled or not." He did not tell her, however, that he would be going. He would, sure, of course! His own kits...
It was about time he got them, anyway. He wondered what they would look like. Would his brother reject them as his blood? He wondered if Shadestar even thought him as a brother still. He wasn't sure why he wouldn't... But, with all the other crazy mousedung things going around... His thoughts were wandering, weren't they?
He looked back at Poppyclaw, ignoring the all too common scent of she-cat mingled with rogue. "Thank you," he murmured with a warm purr, before padding quickly to catch up to Shadestar, although he stayed a tail length away. He didn't really want to stay behind so much. Or maybe it was just the smell he thought he was ignoring. Who knew.
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