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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Dec 7, 2008 11:59:02 GMT -5
Hawkstorm was basking on the Sunningrocks. She had a long day of patrolling, and this is what she usually did after hunting.
She could see some RiverClan cats over the river.
'Ha! Filthy rats. They weren't cat enough to fiht like Warriors!' She thought. This territory was once RiverClan's but now it belonged to ThunderClan, and ThunderClan only. StarClan knows how much they've battled over these... beautiful... warm... glorious rocks.
No wonder they fought for these things!
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Post by rain on Feb 10, 2009 13:43:43 GMT -5
Dovestar padded out of the tree line just in time to hear Hawkstorm's grumblings. She smiled, knowing that Hawkstorm's tongue was as fierce as her claws, but her loyalty ran deep. She purred a greeting, calling out.
"Well met, Hawkstorm! You read my mind, I came here to do exactly the same thing."
Dovestar bunched her muscles and leaped easily up to the top of the round gray boulders. A vole skittered out of sight, but Dovestar had just eaten back at camp and she let it go. The rocks were warm on her pads and she sighed happily.
"Mmmm, this feels so good," she murmured, stretching out alongside Hawkstorm.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 10, 2009 19:47:59 GMT -5
Hawkstorm, enjoying the warmth, fell into a daze. She was savoring the moment, the sun being absorbed in her soft fur, the rock...
"Well met, Hawkstorm! You read my mind, I came here to do exactly the same thing."
Hawkstorm's eye opened, blazing as it stared at Dovestar.
"Mmrph.." she said. "What do you want..."
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Post by rain on Feb 11, 2009 20:14:08 GMT -5
Dovestar smiled at Hawkstorm's reply. The she-cat glared at her and Dovestar had to laugh.
"Well aren't you in a good mood, today," she teased.
Dovestar's paws kneaded the warm stones. "How are your kits?"
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 14, 2009 13:11:58 GMT -5
"Nyeah. They're pains. But I heard that's natural." Hawkstorm replied, closing her eyes once more. She flexed her large claws.
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Post by rain on Mar 20, 2009 13:57:00 GMT -5
Dovestar fought to hide her amusement. Apparently, nothing really put Hawkstorm in a good mood. Ah well. Dovestar did the best she could. Suddenly, she was restless. Her paws itched to be racing through the trees. She stood up. "Well, this was fun, Hawkstorm. I'll see you back at camp. Don't stay out too long! We have patrols and such, if you're ready to join the warriors again." And with a flick of her tail, she bounded off of Sunningrocks and disappeared into the trees. She felt so young and full with energy, it made her heart soar with joy. Then, a thread of doubt tickled the edges of her mind. So young...does that mean inexperienced? Am I really fit to lead ThunderClan?
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Mar 20, 2009 21:50:38 GMT -5
Hawkstorm closed her eye again. "Yes. How fun. If only every day I could be awaken from a deep, relaxing sleep on Sunningrocks. Oh, I would really break the Warrior Code for that." She grumbled, half to herself. She realized that she sounded like a, elder for StarClan's sake! And what, she was only 38 moons? (That's about 3 1/6 in Twoleg years)
Hmph. Her sarcastic sneers were sharper than most Elder's tongues. It was a maturity thing. Elder humor, if you will.
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Post by Super Lemon on Apr 6, 2009 6:40:52 GMT -5
Snowleaf found a particularly warm spot and laid down, purring softly. I haven't been down here in a while, she thought to herself.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Apr 7, 2009 20:04:49 GMT -5
Hawkstorm sensed the presence of another cat. She recognized the artificially sweet scent of Snowleaf. Hawkstorm's eyes remained shut, and she ignored the other cat.
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Post by Falconheart on Apr 29, 2009 20:52:45 GMT -5
Scorchpelt walked through the forest to the Sunningrocks. He had caught a rabbit or two and brought them to the Fresh-kill pile. He was now very, very bored. He smelled the sharp, woody smell of Hawkstorm, and the flinty, harsh smell of Dovestar, and the sickeningly sweet scent of Snowleaf. She must roll in something to make her scent so overpowering, thought Scorchpelt. He lay on a deep red rock.
Hmmm...the one place where my bright red coat doesn't stand out, he thought with amusement.
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