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Post by Fuzzybreath on Sept 6, 2009 14:13:40 GMT -5
Coldtstare looked around, his old bones made a sound each time he moved. He was getting older and he needed to talk to Coldpaw about females. Coldpaw was the one. Each time there is a "cold" that one is the one that needs to go to power and not wimp out. His eyes were clear, even colder than a thunder storm. So far he had many mates, most had died at his claw. Brokensoul would be his last, his time was about up. He didn't fear death, but he did fear that Coldpaw wouldn't take his gift. Coldstare had had many children, none of them would be like him, Coldpaw was so much like Tigerstar, so strong not afraid to do what he thinks. Coldstare had gotten away with this all these years, he let an evil smile form on his face. He couldn't wait for Coldpaw to raise to power with an army of males that would rule the forest, and the females there to make more and make us happier. He could see it all, yes that would be great. The good thing is that he already has an she-cat that likes him. He would have to get her first because she would be gone quick. He heard a sound, at once he knew who it was.
Tawny was hunting far away from Coldstare, she wanted to be the best hunter, but she was already one of the best. Her beautiful pelt shined in the light. Her light green eyes sparkled as she ran trying to catch a rabbit. She was as fast as lighting as her claws raked at the rabbit only letting it have its last breath before bitting into the soul and having a meal for her clan.
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Post by Crowy on Sept 7, 2009 9:45:11 GMT -5
The elder, Coldstare, had asked the younger Coldpaw to meet him at the Snake Rocks. Already, the young tom-cat had been poisoned with visions from cats of the Dark Forest. He was beginning to have great expectations for himself; he'd have his own clan. He did not need Thunderclan and it's soft leader Silverstar, nor stupid Riverclan and the feeble Lightstar, or Windclan and the 'compassionate' Amberstar - compassion was a weakness - and nor did he need the shadows, Shadowclan or the old and broken leader Silentstar. No; he needed none of it.
"Fire will destroy the clans." He said, his eyes flashing angrily for a second. There was the elder who shared his name. "Coldstare, you wished to talk to me?"[/color] The white tom with the yellow eyes asked, grinning.[/size][/color][/font]
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Post by Fuzzybreath on Sept 7, 2009 11:01:29 GMT -5
"Yes I did Coldpaw, I want to talk with you about getting power. When the clans started, there were the leader of them as we all know their names. The stupid cats went to a clan that fit them best about hunting. This is were the strong Coldfire came in. He didn't believe in these ways and follow the ways of dead cats but take more territory and kill all the twolegs for more hunting ground. He had a plan, he went with the nicest one which was Thunder. He went through many moons waiting for the right time to strike. In a cold winter he killed Thunderstar and calmed his self as Coldstar. He did wonderful things, wanting to combined all the clans to make ColdClan. His plan failed, he was killed by an cat of the name Leafclaw an RiverClan she-cat. He made all the she-cat there to make more toms. Leafclaw didn't follow what he wanted and trick him and he was dead. The clan broke this away from history so cats would never know about this. You Coldpaw, you are the one that will make the new FireClan, yes I have heard about it. Coldpaw, find the ones in the clan that will follow you all the way. And Coldpaw, if you haven't seen young Tawny is in love with you. You better go get her because her is one of the most beautiful she-cats that I have ever seen. I sent her hunting today here so you could go "talk" to her." He said as an evil smile form on his face.
Tawny looked down at her prey, her belly rumbled as she picked it up. She wanted to eat the rabbit right now but then she would be in trouble. She dug into the ground and planted her prey. Now were is some more prey... Her ear twitched as she saw a fat vole sitting there eating something that was too small for her to see. she mouth watered at the sight of the prey. She went down into a hunting position and stalked forward. She didn't make one sound as she stalked the prey ready to leaped and sink her white teeth into the vole. Within moment that is what happen, he had a fat vole that would feed many cats.
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