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Winter
Jan 4, 2009 15:59:29 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 4, 2009 15:59:29 GMT -5
Seven Moonhighs later, Clanlife resumed pretty normally. Everything seemed the same at the core, yet, somehow different. Without the compassionate medicine cat, life had become a little difficult recently. Slivermoon felt as if she had lost her best friend, the only cat who could ever understand her. She had tried to keep busy with her grandkits, but even that grew old after a while.
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Winter
Jan 5, 2009 23:10:16 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 5, 2009 23:10:16 GMT -5
Softenedpaw immediatly took up DriftMoon's postition afterwards. Though he had to admit, she was a deeper caring soul, he also had to tell everyone that he was better at healing. It was true, that he made his own remidies for things, combining herbs that some would call almost 'dangerous', and then tried them on himself.
Unicorndream did not stay for the vigil like she had intended. She had to go see Swalowheart, and tell him the news. That way, once it got to another clan, it would spread like wild-fire. And she assumed it did, from one clan to another, because shortly after seeking out Swalowheart - and a painful goodbye - Swanstep, DriftMoon's mother showed up at the camp.
She helped out as much as she could, and sooner or later she assumed some would call her a 'Legendclan' cat. She did intend on staying here, where she belonged. Her air manipuabilites just simply were not suited for any other clan-life. It was a good thing she had left DriftMoon here for safe-keeping. She now had a new home.
Blister kept an ever present watch on SliverMoon, just like Fayreign had asked. But no crazy attempts of anything had cropped up yet. Blister trained with Symphoniapaw, and it was obvious that love had sprouted between the two apprentices. And though she herself had not known the old medicene cat very well, she quickly tried to start a new freindship with Softenedpaw. It faltered some, but she figured it would help him through tough times.
ooc: I'm so ready to call Softenedpaw his new name...but Kala is leader.
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Winter
Jan 7, 2009 20:52:38 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 7, 2009 20:52:38 GMT -5
ooc: In the past if I've ever had an apprentice, kit, or whatever and a leader's been inactive, I just start using the new name anyway. When they return you can just ask them if they can do a "flashback" of your cat's naming ceremony to make it official.
bic: Slivermoon had grown frantic in the mind. Not to as great an extent as it had once been, but nevertheless, her schizophrenia proved itself a worthy adversary. Curling her lip as Swanstep came into her line of vision, she felt her claws unsheathe and sheathe into the ground. She didn't trust this she-cat; "Evil seeps through her velvety seems," a tom's voice cooed to her frayed ends.
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Winter
Jan 10, 2009 3:37:02 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 10, 2009 3:37:02 GMT -5
ooc: Woa, your ok with that? Well alrighty then, let's do this shinnanigans.
bic:
Swanstep felt eyes on her. More than one pair, but one pair stood out. A she-cat. Slivermoon, as she had heard. Words had reached her ears that she was a close friend of her daughters'. Almost everyone here was though, so it wasn't a surprise. And it didn't surprise her in the slightest that this cat held a kind of hate, that wasn't quite hate yet. She'd seen it many times before in Oceanclan. Swanstep glanced over the she-cat, and passed by her. What on earth compelled her to do that? That glare was only the glare of 'don't you dare come near me'.
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Winter
Jan 10, 2009 18:39:18 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 10, 2009 18:39:18 GMT -5
ooc: I've noticed that compared to other Warriors guilds we're pretty laid-back. Well, maybe that's just me, anyway. ^^;
bic: Feeling as if she might rip Driftmoon's mother to shreds, she felt her fur rising on end. "See how she taunts you!" a new tom spoke, his voice slithering between high and low pitch, sending chills down her spine. A more sensible voice replied, "No. You must swallow this emotion. She is Driftmoon's mother. Get to know her and then decide if you want to kill her." Her tone was simple and bore no false ornaments to hide her intent; she stated things as they were. Sighing, Slivermoon forced her body into a state of temporary serenity, and sanity resumed. "Hullo. I understand that you are Driftmoon's mother. It's an honor to meet you; I am Slivermoon."
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Winter
Jan 11, 2009 16:34:43 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 11, 2009 16:34:43 GMT -5
She dipped her head at the elder she-cat. "Yes, I'm SwanStep. It's honor to meet you too. I heard you were really close to her. I'm glad to hear that too." She kindly spoke about her daughter, incase it was a sensitive subject. It looked like she was still ready to rip her head off, so she was ready to take a jump back.
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Winter
Jan 11, 2009 20:40:50 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 11, 2009 20:40:50 GMT -5
Slitting her eyes, Slivermoon studied Swanstep as meticulously as she could. No faults were made conspicuous to her, much to her dismay. There had to be something wrong with her. "Yes, you could say that." Lip curling, she bit her cheek, inwardly wincing. Sighing, she gazed around camp. "Sorry that there's nothing going on right now. Usually there's hunting patrols and whatnot to keep us occupied. Keeps the mind busy." And sharp. Razor-sharp.
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Winter
Jan 11, 2009 22:34:54 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 11, 2009 22:34:54 GMT -5
"Well I doubt that it can be helped if there are no patrols. Wouldn't want missing cats!" Swanstep smiled as she tried to make a joke, but doubted it would go over very well. She looked up at the sky, not wanting to look at the ground, nor the she-cat. She could tell the cat didn't like her. It would be easy to start a fight with this cat. This so called Slivermoon.
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Winter
Jan 11, 2009 23:56:41 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 11, 2009 23:56:41 GMT -5
Where was she? Snarling, Fayreign startled her poor kits senseless as she rose to her weary limbs. She had promised Slivermoon she wouldn't leave her cozy nest for her sake, but by the shine of Silverpelt, the wiry battered beauty had sworn that she'd stop by with some fresh-kill by now! Grumbling, she rose to her paws, arthritis eating away at her like worms on a decaying corpse.
Out front, she found her mother speaking to some bizarre foreign cat. Where'd she come from? Muscles tensing a bit, she prepared herself for a disastrous first-meet. Breathing in and out, she forced a cheerful tone as she scrambled over to greet Swanstep.
"Oi! Thought I'd join the little party over here! Hullo, I'm Fayreign, but I'm sure you've already been overwhelmed with names and faces here." Tilting her head back, she mrrow!ed her amusement at her own wit.
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Winter
Jan 12, 2009 13:16:21 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 12, 2009 13:16:21 GMT -5
Startled a bit with the new she-cat, she forced her joints to relax. A sly smile crossed her maw, "Yes, there do seem to be quite a lot more cats here then Oceanclan. I'm Swanstep if you haven't hard already. I'm surprised that word travels so fast here..." She let the comment hang in the air, seeing which she would come back first. They all probably hated her, but she felt this would be a good place for her in time. After all, she should have been here the whole time.
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Winter
Jan 12, 2009 23:27:54 GMT -5
Post by seren on Jan 12, 2009 23:27:54 GMT -5
Sniffing at the other she-cat's scent, she was a bit puzzled. There was something familiar about her... "Yeah, word does have a way of getting around.
"Have you ever passed through here before? You just seem familiar to me somehow." Biting her lip, she tilted her head to look at her mother from a different perspective--literally. Everything resumed as it would normally in their relationship; they hadn't progressed at all. Slivermoon merely sat before her, staring straight ahead, no emotion on her face.
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Winter
Jan 13, 2009 21:54:59 GMT -5
Post by dragon on Jan 13, 2009 21:54:59 GMT -5
"Um..... Well I was part of OceanClan for my life, until I came here. My mate was part of this clan when he lived. His name was Stormfur." Nervously she stated she shift her wieght from side to side. Her joints hurt when she did this, but it was better than running around to expel excess energy. When the air below her lifted her just a centimeter or two off the ground, she pawed at the air, seeing as there was room to do so. "I'm not sure, maybe we met at a Meeting once."
The white she-cat looked at Slivermoon, who seemed to have lost all form of concentration. Emotionless eyes and face, semi-relaxed posture, is was as if she had left the conversation in front of her and entered her own world. It was an interesting thought, but that wasn't possible, was it?
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