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Post by ~Ravenpaw~ on Jan 10, 2011 21:10:47 GMT -5
Quietpaw~I Dare you to Move~//You don't need a voice to speak the words of your heart//
Quietpaw wandered curiously from camp, the tiny beautiful she-cat full of energy that morning. Her brilliant greyish brown fur shimmered in the bright sun as it glimmered upon her. Her snow white paws stuck out against the dark brown land she stepped upon as she moved farther from the clan with each step. Her twin pools of dark greyish blue looked around curiously, her eyes gleaming in the light as it seeped through the tree tops, between the holes in the leaves. She was a small and lean she-cat, but she was rather fast and nimble, her ears moved at the slightest of noises. She gave a silent sigh of joy as she relaxed.
Soulpaw was busy today with his mentor, oh how she loved him, he was nice and understood her, she was ignoring others, she was just.. mute. Unable to speak she was often on her own without others to speak or talk with... well she merely listened while they talked, but most didn't talk with her because she couldn't talk back. That made her rather sad because when others talked with her, she felt... normal. It was a strange feeling, to feel normal, but it was a lovely one. Her brother Whitepaw had died on the day the she lost her voice, the same way she lost it. Whitepaw was kicked to death by two-legs and so was her voice. It was a very sad day for her.
Quietpaw looked up with her greyish blue eyes at the Fourtrees, she wondered when she had gotten there! Had she truely wandered all the way out there, she hoped she wouldn't get in trouble, she turned to leave but suddenly noticed a leave moving. She was the curious kinda cat and couldn't help but pad over to it. She smiled happily and pawed at it. It moved around, she smiled and swatted at it again and pounced on it. She felt like a kit again, the tiny apprentice sat down and looked about glad no one else was there. She glanced up and noticed cloud moving in, she hoped it wouldn't start to storm at all.
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Ruby
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We can't play if you sleep ---Taokaka
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Post by Ruby on Jan 10, 2011 21:28:19 GMT -5
The average sized tom padded at a pretty quick pace towards Fourtrees. He had escaped duties again, luckily. He had pretty much mastered getting out of work with the clan. Sure, he loved Moonclan and he would die for his clan but he didn't like all the work. He usually got picked for work too simply because he was lazy. This morning he had almost been picked for patrol again. The last thing he wanted was that so he had bailed when the getting was good.
He was going to Fourtrees simply because it was usually abandoned at this time of moon. The tom's gray pelt was smooth downed due to the cleaning he had given himself that morning after he had eaten a nice plump mouse, which was rare for this time of leaf-bare. His green eyes were glazed over in drowsiness. He wished he hadn't been put on patrol yesterday but he hadn't been able to escape it. He came to the Fourtrees area and let his guard drop. Completely oblivious to his surroundings he went up to Fourtrees and hopped onto the rock he had seen many a leader place his paws on. The sun was just right to hit the rock making it a prefect place to lay down for a nice nap. A nap was exactly what Smokypelt was after. The tom yawned once then curled up and closed his eyes.
It was only then that he actually took in his surroundings. He smelled Dawnclan cat. He opened his eyes and his ears twitched to listen for sounds. He spotted the grayish-brown Dawnclan apprentice frolicking in Dawnclan's part of the Fourtrees territory. He raised his head and watched the apprentice play and recalled doing something similar when he was a kit. "Man those were the good old days..." he meowed to himself before resting his head down again. He didn't plan on spoiling the apprentices play time and as long as she stayed on Dawnclan territory he wasn't gonna say anything.
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Jan 10, 2011 21:42:11 GMT -5
Her pelt brushed the fern, feeling the soft fronds graze past her fur as if caressing it. The dark ginger she-cat continued onward. She had no destination in mind, only to let her paws carry her wherever they wish to go. She barely registered how she was slowly making her way towards Fourtrees. Blazeheart was now off duty and had decided to go for a walk in the quiet forest instead of staying in the bustling camp. She needed the time to be alone outside. It's been quite a while since she had time to just relax and wander about with no mind on patrolling or hunting. Her soft amber eyes gazed up at the sky, seeing dark gray clouds slowly inching its way through the azure sky, slowly blocking the light of the sun. She sniffed the air, the scent of damp rain was in the air though it was going to be a while before actual downpour.
Her gaze travelled to the towering trees that surrounded the clearing where cats usually gathered. Her ears pricked as the scent of fresh Moonclan scent drifted over. Blazeheart looked up to see a smokey gray tom lying on the Great Rock. With a flick of a tail, the dark ginger she-cat padded up and stopped at her side of the territory, eyes narrowing towards the tom.
"You know that's for the leaders right?"Blazeheart meowed dryly, an edge of disapproval in her tone, though she was in no mood to actually quarrel.
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Post by stormy on Jan 11, 2011 20:57:16 GMT -5
Foresteyes how about a better version of the way that I am?she had to get out. get out and get away and stay away and ahh! the voices, the lies the mockery of all the stuff she does. their glares, their giggles, their condescending tones. it was too much for her. she wasn’t perfect she had her baggage! at least she didn’t lie to her leader and everyone else, she confessed when she did something wrong … well most of the time. she was still keeping her mouth shut about how she took a little wander into fireclan territory and met the interesting tom cat padpaw. he was more than infamous she has heard around her clan. and the fact that she got to meet him made her feel terrible; especially under the circumstances.
ears back slightly and eyes glaring around with fear, her tail whipped back and forth and she started to walk out of the camp when a little apprentice came up to her and starting asking a question. turning her gaze to the cat, her eyes turned fierce and she snarled at her, sending her blubbering away tail puffed out. everyone’s out to get me! she thought frantically as she shot out of the camp with her eyes wide and her body quivering. every fur on her lithe gray body stood rigid against the wind as she pelted across the territory she called home, not sure where she was going or where she would end up; she just needed to get away from the camp and the cats in it!
bursting out onto dawnclan territory, she stopped, heart pounding and body shaking like a leaf in the wind. she needed a place where she could be alone. some place where no one would look to find her. but where? as she racked her brains, her breath began to even out, but the relentless moor wind did no help to calm her nerves. even the weather was trying to drive her into insanity! breath shaking she trudged along the border, on dawnclan’s side and with wild eyes, locked her gaze on fourtrees and her pace quickened again. she would be safe there away from the ridicule and the lies that wreaked havoc on the clan she called her own.
words - 370
comments - ewwww
muse - dead
listening to - rusted from the rain by billy talent
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Post by ~Ravenpaw~ on Jan 11, 2011 21:45:33 GMT -5
Quietpaw~I Dare you to Move~//You don't need a voice to speak the words of your heart//
Quietpaw smiled happily, how long had it been since she felt to happy and care-free? it was rare, but it happened. After all, Soulpaw understood her well enough unlike anyone else. How she wished she could speak. All the things she would say, what a beautiful day! Look at the clouds! Why hello there how are you? I'm fine myself thank you so much for asking. Oh and of course, Hello my name is Quietpaw.... Quietpaw, how her name suited her, the irony of the fact she was quiet when she was born just made it worst. How she longed to scream at the top of her voice, how loud she would scream HOW LOUD!!!! But sadly, she had not a voice to speak with, she had none. Only gestures, but these gestures were often misjudged. Quietpaw looked down a bit. Suddenly she heard voices, voices from the other side, she moved over and stepped on a stick as she padded over it made a loud crunching sound she let out a silent gasp and jumped back.
((I feel horrid sorry if it's bad))
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Ruby
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We can't play if you sleep ---Taokaka
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Post by Ruby on Jan 12, 2011 12:43:39 GMT -5
Smokypelt hadn't noticed the dark ginger she-cat that smelled of Fireclan. He twitched his whiskers in agitation. "Of course I know that. I'm not some clueless kit." If anything annoyed him more it was being treated like a kit, although he wouldn't mind being a kit again. He thumped his tail gently on the rock he was perched on.
He looked his visitor over and after a few seconds he waved his tail dismissively and yawned before putting his head back down. He may be from another clan but he doubted the she-cat would openly attack him on neutral ground. "I doubt the leaders will care all that much about a lazy tom like me taking a snooze on their rock. It's not like I plan on becoming a leader anyway so what's the harm in taking a bit of a nap in a place I will never get to sit on again?" He opened one of his dark green eyes to look at the she-cat's reaction, a glimmer of curiosity in his eye's depth.
It was then he heard the branch snap and recalled the Dawnclan apprentice he had seen playing before he had gotten another visitor. He sat up and looked in the direction of where he had last spotted the small cat. When he spotted her grayish-brown pelt among the grasses, he meowed out, "I know you're there Dawnclan apprentice. You can come on out and join our mini gathering if you want." With that said Smokypelt absently turned his head and ran his tongue over his flank as a sign of being nonchalant.
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Post by *~Blazeheart~* on Jan 12, 2011 20:22:49 GMT -5
Blazeheart's ear twitched, though one couldn't tell if it was a gesture of annoyance or amusment. Perhaps both. She didn't know really how to respond, just watching him with narrowed eyes. His attitude reminded him of a particular furball in her Clan, though that cat had the ambition to become leader. The dark ginger she-cat just flitted her tail back and forth, debating whether to stay with this tom or head back to camp. However, the reason she had come out here was to escape the bustling camp anyways. Besides, the tom lazing on the rock was not threat to her or her Clan. Blazeheart opened her mouth to say something when the crack of a twig made her ears perk up. Dawnclan scent mixed in with Moonclan scent and Blazeheart turned her head to see a young apprentice standing there, looking quite shocked to be detected by a slight noise.
This is becoming a gathering,the dark ginger she-cat thought dryly.
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