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Winter
Dec 12, 2008 19:50:41 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 12, 2008 19:50:41 GMT -5
Winter blended in with the snowed over ground extreamly well. She had finally escaped from the tree long enough to find her way to one of the clans. The one that the higher ranking cats hand menchined they would use.... some other plan? What was that? All she knew was that she had to get to the so called 'LegendClan' before the Trade did.
She lightly touched the hardened snow beneath her feet, with quick, lethal steps. The more she thoughts about it, the faster her legs worked, blending her with the white snowy background. Her blue eyes narrowed against the bitter air, as it bit at them. Her breath started to deepen.
It was faint at first, but then, like crossing through an invisible wall, it was strong. Almost tangabel. The sent of cats...all with the same sent. Sharing eachothers' sent? But something else hung in the air too.... Maybe it was the glowing blue mushrooms, or the flickering fireflies; looking for another warmer light.
Winter slowed to a stop, glancing around with two flicks of blue eyes. It would take a while to find camp, that was for sure. And what happened if she ran into a patrol, or...maybe some other animal that had setteled into their lands, that they had a truce with? No, the clans knew that they didn't need any other animals besides themselves to be strong.
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Winter
Dec 12, 2008 23:07:36 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 12, 2008 23:07:36 GMT -5
Winter was away, de Ongelovige knew. Inwardly chuckling, she supposed the she-cat whom she had forged an "alliance" of sorts, to speak of, was headed for one of the Clans. But which one? That was an easy question to answer. After all, the High Ranks--Rush (she hissed as she thought of the pompous piece of dung)--had prattled on about dominating LegendClan. Pursing her lips, she hissed in distaste. If anyone was fit to rule over those barbarians it was she! She decided to trail her a good twenty pawsteps away. If Winter caught sight of her, she could always claim that she had just been out for a stroll to see what LegendClan's camp's borders were like.
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Winter
Dec 13, 2008 14:36:25 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 13, 2008 14:36:25 GMT -5
She knew well that de Ongelovige did not trust her. It was almost sad, because she wanted the she-cat to trust her. But then did she trust de Ongelovige completely? Of corse not, so it was only natural that the plotting she-cat wouldn't trust her ether. That must have been why she was following her. Winter could smell her, very well. It was kind of obvious when her sent was so different from the sent of the clan cats. Winter didn't dare glance at the de Ongelovige. Then it would be obvious that she knew.
Winter turned suddenly, and started heading in one direction. The sent of the clan was stronger that way, then it was any other way. The camp must have been that way. She didn't stop walking, but she was waiting for de Ongelovige to say something about her tacktics. It was obivous that this was NOT the way that the Infidel would have done it.
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Winter
Dec 14, 2008 17:32:55 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 14, 2008 17:32:55 GMT -5
Sniffing the air, de Ongelovige had to admit to herself that she was puzzled by Winter's next course of actions. What the Nevra is she doing? Where's she going?, she thought. Sighing inwardly so as not to draw attention to herself, she continued the pursuit.
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Winter
Dec 15, 2008 20:04:14 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 15, 2008 20:04:14 GMT -5
(back in Legendclan camp) Something told her to go out into the woods. DriftMoon didn't know what in the world could possibly be more importiant than Fayriegn at the moment, but it seemed that she would control herself, and Softenedpaw knew what to better than she did. DriftMoon turned to her partner-in-healing. "You have it then?" He did not answer, just gave a sharp nod of his head.
She gave Fayreign a soft look, and then headed out. Not like she would find anything out here, maybe she just needed to get out? That must be it. She sniffed around fo a few moments, and then headed out. Her paws lead her most of the way, but when a unfamiliar sent wafted through the air into her nostrils, her head snapped up. A defensive growl rose in her throat.
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Winter
Dec 15, 2008 20:58:58 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 15, 2008 20:58:58 GMT -5
What in the name of StarClan was she doing? Fayreign couldn't believe that Driftmoon would just abandon her in her time of need (well, only cramps, but still)! Sighing, she panted heavily, more to try and calm herself down than anything else. A surge of energy, adrenaline, had filled her veins, and she needed so desperately to release it. She hadn't the faintest idea how she could do that now. Pawing her stomach, she anxiously glanced side-longways at Softenedpaw. This apprentice had better know what he was doing.
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Winter
Dec 15, 2008 22:45:50 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 15, 2008 22:45:50 GMT -5
"Please, you're fighting it, but there is something more I can do for you." His tone was soft, but still very level and buisness-like. His eyes analayzed the cat who lay in front of him. Why hadn't DriftMoon given her any Poppyseed? Perhaps she was going senile...but she seemed young enough.
"I think DriftMoon was slightly confused by the whole emotional bit of this situation, but I can give you Poppyseed if you want." A light suggestion for Fayreign. He was sure that it wouldn't hurt her or the kits, and if it did, he was sure he'd get the brunt of it. But...that's what Training was for.
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Winter
Dec 16, 2008 23:39:31 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 16, 2008 23:39:31 GMT -5
Eyes bulging, she sheathed and unsheathed her claws several times, bringing an extending claw upwards, threatening to strike him each time. Keeping herself in check, nonetheless, she finally tore into the solid Earth. Panting heavily, she managed to nod to the apprentice, who was surely doing as best a job as he could. What if Driftmoon dies tomorrow? Will he have any idea what he's doing? She ostracized herself for letting her mind wander to something as trivial. What did she care? Feeling as if she was about to burst with StarClan-knows-what, she felt so foolish, wondering if he was qualified... Of course he was! He had been chosen.
You had better know what you are doing. de Ongelovige stole a glance behind her. No one was following her following Winter. Good. Waiting to see how the situation would play out, it was all she could do to keep from yowling in delight and merriment as some poor, repugnant warrior caught on to their pathway. Let's see how she'll handle this.
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Winter
Dec 17, 2008 20:30:04 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 17, 2008 20:30:04 GMT -5
DriftMoon keept open eyes, and soon stumbled upon two cats. Both white, and both reeking odd scents. Her nose crinkled and she unsheathed her claws. What where they doing here? They didn't even smell like any other clans! Who did they think they were? A rude hiss came out of her mouth, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Winter bared fangs, that to clan cats would consider overly large fangs. Claws dug themselves into the ground. She choked out a name. Any name except her own. Something a clan cat would know.... "SnowClaw." She growled deeply.
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Winter
Dec 17, 2008 21:54:59 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 17, 2008 21:54:59 GMT -5
de Ongelovige's whiskers twitched amusedly. Pulling up beside "Snowclaw", she sat on her haunches. "And I'm Blacktip." Tilting her head to the side in a most innocent manner, she waited to see what kind of pretty tale Winter would weave for this she-cat.
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Winter
Dec 21, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 21, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
DriftMoon knew better than to say anything against the lies. They were tough looking cats, many scars probably hid under their white furs. But she had to deny them. She would not stand for any other cats - even clan cats were a danger - on LegendClan territory. While her insides screamed to rip fur and tear flesh she smiled lightly. "Would you mind telling me what clan you're from, or maybe why you are here?" She asked politely, wanting to avoid a fight if she could.
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Winter was almost taken aback by DriftMoon's questions, but lies spilled from her mouth. "We're wondering what clans live around here, ours is looking for open ground. It's hard to find, but we're willing to fight for the good stuff. Apparently this isn't worth anything." A sniff of disgust left Winter.
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Winter
Dec 21, 2008 19:52:56 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 21, 2008 19:52:56 GMT -5
Inwardly cursing Winter for the last bit of truth, she wondered how the scene would play out. Would the guts splatter everywhere, soaking trees and stray creatures, seeping into fertilize the soil? Licking her lips, she sighed in ecstasy. Takes me back... "Don't be too hasty, Snowclaw. Assumptions get you nowhere." I will claw your neck apart and eat your gizzards, you vile, beetle-sucker!
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Winter
Dec 21, 2008 21:12:04 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 21, 2008 21:12:04 GMT -5
Ignoring what attemption of redemption Blacktip offered, DriftMoon snareled, "What did you say?" They had just called her home what? Worthless? That was not a statement she would stand here and take lightly. Wind roused at her feet, stirring loose snow. A threatning step foreward, and a grind of teeth showed that she wasn't messing around. The same question clawed its was up from her chest in a deep growl, "What DID YOU SAY?!?!" Dark clouds formed in the air.
Winter's temper flared at the threat that DriftMoon presented to her. A wicked hiss cracked the air. A larger step foreward, one more in control, a paw with larger claws, a leg with stronger mucsels. She knew she wouldn't need "Blacktip''s help, nor did she want it. Though she was sure the thought of a fight would excite the she-cat in many ways.
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Winter
Dec 22, 2008 13:27:47 GMT -5
Post by seren on Dec 22, 2008 13:27:47 GMT -5
de Ongelovige looked on in amusement. It didn't matter to her or bother her in the slightest that one of the she-cats was going to surely die in the most horrific way imaginable. Tasting the bitter atmosphere, she inwardly clucked. It looked like rain; this would never do during a glorifyingly brutal battle scene! Blood--she could almost taste it. It was too good to be true, such a dream.
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Winter
Dec 22, 2008 15:57:10 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Dec 22, 2008 15:57:10 GMT -5
Winter couldn't help herself anymore. It was too good a chance, to finally show someone, anyone, especially de Ongelovige that she was worthy of everything. Anything, more than what she had. She hoped her partner was watching, and was sure she would be, as she launched herself into the air.
DriftMoon didn't move, it was a good time to asses the enimy, especially if they attacked first. Fear of a fight would do her no good, it was time to fight, for everything. For her life, for her clan, for her love. The thought of him charged her, so even if she did die here, in this pittiful place, she knew he wold be proud of her. She braced herself as the white she-cat fell - quite heavially too - ontop of her.
Winter didn't know how the clan cats were taught to fight, but anything he could do to finish this lil' thing off would work. It would all be hers one day. She racked her back paws, with those dangerous claws, down DriftMoon's back, and smiled smugly as she cried out. just the tiniest bit.
Rain? Hardly. Hail? Huge, golf-ball sized hail! It didn't take long for her wish to fall form the dark, rollling cloud above. They hit the ground with thick thumps. DriftMoon didn't fight much, but...it seemed unfair to use her power. It just showed that she wasn't good enough to fight these cats. The thought deflaited her ego, faster than ever. She went limp under the ripping white Winter.
The smell of copper, scarlet red blood filled the air. It pooled on the ground below the limp gray she-cat, pouring from her sides. Winter knew this would be the first, and not the last death of these so called 'warriors'. Such great-ness, just ripped from under their paws. Winter barely took notice that DriftMoon had given up. Only when she wanted did she stop tearing up her sides, and her back.
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