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Post by laurelflight on Jan 19, 2009 13:10:16 GMT -5
Darksoul's paws felt numb on the cold smooth surface of the outlook rock. Her long mottled pelt was bristling from the chill as snow came down at a steady pace toward the moor. It settled on her fur and whiskers; she shook it off as best she could and continued watching for any movement on the hills. ShadowClan was being suspected of stealing prey and Darksoul was more than suspicious. The she-cat wondered if maybe the snow was just killing the scent of them all the time, since they never saw traces of the cats. The rabbits were disappearing, and the snow was coming to the culprits' rescue. Tail lashing, she sighed and stretched. Contemplating ideas was tedious for the mind.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 19, 2009 16:23:38 GMT -5
Amberstar approached the outlook rock, eyes dulled by the sense of hopelessness that was surrounding the clan. A strong winter wind ruffled her fur, and snow pounded her face. Looking out she saw one of her warriors, Darksoul, sitting on the rock.
"Hello, Darksoul." Amberstar mewed. "Are you searching for ShadowClan?"
Amberstar shivered, and shook the cold snow off of her pelt. White flakes shot up into the air, but softly landed on the white blanket.
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Post by laurelflight on Jan 23, 2009 16:29:24 GMT -5
Darksoul twitched, the snow fluttering off her whiskers and the tips of her fur. She blinked and dipped her head to her leader in respect. "I was," she said simply. The dark tortoiseshell was in bad spirits. "On a hunting patrol earlier," she growled disdainfully, "I saw a rabbit carcass. It looked thin, and it was frozen like a rock." ShadowClan could be stealing, but it was for certain though that the cold was taking its toll on everyone and everything. Hunching her shoulders and lashing her tail, she stared at the moor, eyes keen for anything. It was white, and a bitter wind stung her nose and eyes. "Oh, and did I say how I wish it was New Leaf already?" she added maliciously, jerking back and frowning. Her neck fur bristled slightly at the cold; utter contempt boiling in her belly.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 23, 2009 19:19:17 GMT -5
Amberstar nodded, a reply to Darksoul's bow. Another gust of wind blew snow into the air, and the world became temporarily unclear. Leaf-bare is a cruel song. For one moment, the ground sparkles like a million little suns, and then the next moment the crystals are jumping up to bite you, little needles pricking your fur.
"ShadowClan will pay." Amberstar growled. "They must."
Or is there another reason? the leader thought.
"If this keeps up, a raid will be necessary." Amberstar mewed, a silent echo beating in her deep voice. She flexed her claws, and a wave of coldness shot up her arms. The leader shivered.
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Post by laurelflight on Jan 23, 2009 21:04:04 GMT -5
Darksoul blinked and looked keenly at her leader. The wind whipped her fur and made her eyes water; forcing the mottled warrior to blink and avert her sharp gaze. "I agree, Amberstar," she growled in her deep-throated mew a second later. She lifted her head to the skies as her jaws gaped; scenting the air. She harumphed and shifted her weight, feeling impatient.
No scent, whatsoever... other than mine and Amberstar's of course, Darksoul thought.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 24, 2009 11:32:52 GMT -5
Amberstar sat up stiffly in the cold, warmth fading out of her. Even her fuzzy pelt could not shield her from the cold. She began feeling weak.
"We should get back to camp." Amberstar gasped. "This could be dangerous. We need to take shelter!"
The calico leader realized that with the food supply so low, her action could be detrimental to her clan. It's better than letting our warriors freeze to death. The leader thought.
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Post by laurelflight on Jan 24, 2009 12:55:21 GMT -5
Darksoul shook her pelt and huffed, rising to her paws. "Ugh," she meowed as she realized how stiff and frozen her muscles were from sitting there for so long. "I agree," she meowed hurriedly to Amberstar, "It is too cold. Not even ShadowClan and their frozen hearts could withstand this." Paws numb, she picked her way off the Outlook Rock and winced as she stepped into the snow. Eyes flashing, she managed to get in a few strides.
A stray leaf-fall bird fluttered across the sky, making Darksoul pause.
Tail lashing, she looked over her shoulder at Amberstar. If only we could sprout wings and become flying ThunderClan cats; the bird-eaters, she thought. Her nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of feathers in her mouth. She had no clue how ThunderClan or ShadowClan could handle that.
"Mur..." Darksoul grumbled. Her hunger and the cold was making her mind wander.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 24, 2009 15:37:51 GMT -5
Amberstar breathed out, her once warm breath clouding up in front of her. She shook her pelt, and simply murmured in a silent, dark echo... "ShadowClan..."
Her paws were frozen, and the cuts on her paw pads started bleeding.
The leader heard Darksoul's grumble, and stared up. A gust of snowy wind blew the bird back, and for a moment it stumbled into the air. With all of her strength, Amberstar leaped up and swatted the bird with her powerful unsheathed claws. The poor creature slid into the white abyss, and stopped in front of Darksoul's tortoiseshell's body. It's wing was broken from the leader's strong, heavy paw, and crimson blood was streaked across the snow.
"There you go." the Calico mewed in her trademark deep voice. "It's all yours."
Amberstar padded on, her bleeding paws stinging and leaving scarlet pawprints.
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Post by laurelflight on Jan 24, 2009 16:29:01 GMT -5
Darksoul watched her leader go with glinting eyes. Her ears twitched as she pawed at the bird, a thoughtful growl rumbling in her throat. Darksoul already knew that Amberstar was full of surprises, but to catch a bird... She shook away the thought and picked up the limp body in her jaws, then trailed behind her leader. The bird's feathers tickled the roof of her mouth, making her lash her tail in annoyance. The mottled warrior would have preferred to eat it now, but she knew that it would be more proper for her to take to camp. And have everyone comment on how weird birds are. She stopped in her tracks and glared at nothing in particular, having a mind theater over how cats would be crawling all around them asking about the catch. Grumbling crossly around the spoil in her jaws, she stomped through the snow.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 25, 2009 13:14:04 GMT -5
(Shall we continue this at camp?)
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Post by laurelflight on Jan 25, 2009 14:53:45 GMT -5
(Shall we continue this at camp?)
(Sure.) |
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