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Post by seren on Sept 20, 2008 23:42:14 GMT -5
"Well, you'll probably have a chance to talk to him during a Gathering or something," she answered matter-of-factly, nose stuck high in the air. Honestly, I thought you had better taste than that, Aquaheart. He isn't so special. Still, she seems to fancy him. I wonder what would happen if I were to... She shook the thought off. She was a manipulative feline, yes, but she wasn't that cruel.
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Post by Cloudy on Jan 25, 2009 20:16:03 GMT -5
OOC: Idk if you guys remember "Silverfeather," but I'm going to bring her back...and see what happens.
Silverfeather- long haired silver tabby, icy blue eyes like father. Daughter of Cloudstar and Bluewater, both deceased.
Not OOC:
Pads calloused, and legs weary of the hundreds of miles, a long-haired silver tabby stared at the rolling hills that were her home. She shivered in her place, currents of euphoria surging through her to finally be home.
After her father's death, Silverfeather, shaken by the enigma of mortality and immortality, had left Rogueclan in search for something, and yet nothing in particular. She trekked across the land, leaving the forest of cats, and only place she had ever known, behind. During her travels, she had met and befriended many a kind loner-- and beguiled the not so friendly with her wit in order to avoid danger. Silverfeather even befriended a couple squirrels. Though admittedly spastic and overprotective of their secret winter nut stockades, they were quite friendly and helpful as far as directions and avoiding danger went. She followed the fast-monstered thunderpath (incidentally Route 66) and made it as far as the big salty with yummy fish-- known to locals, though, as the Pacific Ocean. At the Pacific Coast she learned the very loose and relaxed lifestyle that the resident strays were living. They lived in a very day-to-day fashion, taking life's "rolls and punches" with a smile and "chill" attitude. After leaving, she took with her, as a souvenier, the attitude that every day should be an adventure, because at anytime, life could end and she needed to be content with how she was living to die peacefully.
Standing before Rogueclan, ready to bound across the silken grass-covered hills into camp, Silverfeather purred, lifted her paw, and began the last bit of her journey home.
OOC: wow it started good and then i got tired..and lost all creativity. so cliche T_T
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Post by seren on Jan 25, 2009 21:59:40 GMT -5
Sniffing the air, Tailglades wrinkled her nose as a slightly familiar scent wafted to her nostrils. I know that scent..., she thought. Shaking her head, she exited her current discussion with Aquaheart without explanation. Padding out to the camp entrance, her eyes widened as she caught sight of Silverfeather's frame. "Erm...hello?" she politely offered as a means of conversation. Were there any cats in RogueClan with silver fur? No, this must either be a newcomer or a newly-returned Clanmate.
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Post by Cloudy on Jan 26, 2009 22:46:12 GMT -5
Breathless with excitement from the return and the sprint to the camp, Silverfeather greeted th unfamiliar cat in short huffs of speech, "Oh, hello!" She was unsure how to respond, not recognizing the cat before her, except by her distinct and comforting Rogueclan scent.
"I do- don't believe that I- know you," she said, just managing to utter it coherently enough for comprehension.
"I'm Sil- Silverfeather, daughter of Cloudstar and Bluewater. Ni- Nice to meet your acquaintance."
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Post by seren on Jan 26, 2009 23:23:29 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes, Tailglades pretended to be fascinated by her claws for a second. Not a single chipped one, she was proud to notice. Figures that we get the chatty little frightened type. "Well, my! I'm sure it is"--here she stopped to guffaw at her own inane babble--"How long have you been away? More importantly, how did you ever find your way back?" Ever the elegant one, Tailglades managed to slightly disguise her annoyance with polite snobbery.
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Post by Cloudy on Jan 27, 2009 17:43:33 GMT -5
OOC: Did my typing make her seem that she was nervous and had a stutter? I didnt mean to. The dashes and all of that is becuase she was out of breath from sprinting and excitement.
BIC:
Silverfeather shrugged nonchalantly at the question, unsure herself of how she managed to find her way home. She hadn't left scent markings along the way, and even if she had, they would have been washed away becuase she was gone so long.
"All that matters is I'm back," she said with gleaming eyes and a purr.
"What did you say your name was, again?"
Silverfeather sat composedly, with her tail wrapped neatly over her paws. Her tail-tip twitched with the remnants of her excitement to be home, and eagerness to reassume warrior duties. She was itching to patrol again, hunt for the prey-pile, gather wet moss for the elders, and greet all the cats she had not seen in many many moons.
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Post by seren on Jan 27, 2009 23:02:11 GMT -5
ooc: Ohhh! Oh-kay. I was kind of tired when I read it, too. Anyway, I'll just attribute that to her arrogant nature, lawl.
bic: Shoulders slumping, the calico sported a heavy pout. No fun. Blinking, as quickly as her disappointment had shown, it vanished, replaced by a dull purr. "Tailglades. And I'm sorry that you had to come back during such a dull time. Nothing seems to be happening in the Clan--let alone forest right now." Adding heavy emphasis on her words, she tilted her head to the side. Perhaps she could dig up something on her if she looked deeply enough. Harnessing all of her energy, she stared and stared but was provided nothing.
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Post by dragon on May 22, 2009 20:11:26 GMT -5
ooc: DRAGON MISSED CLOUDY???!?!?! *excuse my profanity* DAMNIT!!!!
bic: Hawksong tood at the entrance of the territory, where the cats were comming in on her. The close around her in a tight circle, and she slashed out at them with both front paws. Of corse, if someone looked at her now, she would be completely alone, with no other cats.
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Post by seren on May 28, 2009 18:46:53 GMT -5
Unable to stifle her yawn, Tailglades searched for another target to relieve stress upon. Brows lowering, she stamped her hind paw. There was hardly anyone! With a groan, she decided on the Clan loony after a moment's consideration. Not wanting to miss a chance for one final tell-off, she wheeled around to face Silverfeather. "Well, I'd better be off. Sorry, but I'm afraid my back's going stiff from sitting here listening to your tragic life story. Well, ta-ta, my darling!" She did not wait to hear a response; she eagerly sauntered over to Hawksong, making herself cozy along the way.
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