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Post by arcticpool on Feb 9, 2008 18:00:14 GMT -5
arcticpool
forget the risk and take the fall [/color]
x| The emerald grasses swayed delicately in the soft breeze. The wildflowers danced, swaying in their unknown waltz. The forest expanded around her, vast and unknown. Though it gave her a sense of peace. She felt alone, which was a relief. The sky above her was painted in many shades of cerulean, soft alabaster clouds floating across its pure ocean without fault. The sun peeked shyly over a mass of the floating ships, its rays purifying the flora around her. She sighed, the warmth radiating along her spine. Thankful to be out of the camp, she let her mind ease into rest. Even so, she was still alert, knowing that rogue wolf could lay in wait at every turn, and she didn't want a felloww clanmate to stumble upon her dawling. Lips parted to release a sigh. Cerebellum rose, deep blue chasms looking toward the placid, yet fore-boding sky. Alabaster and ginger-flecked skin quivered, auditories flickering in ponder.
x| Chasms glanced down to her scarred limb. It hurt greatly, the burning pain never going away. Even when she slept it burnt her. It was a reminder of what she had done, forever telling her of her past. Scarred visage shook, ashamed of herself. Sighing, she decided to forget the past. If she ever could with that burning reminder working endlessly. Limbs pulled her chassis forward, limping every time weight came upon her right front. She cursed under her breath, flicking her tassel agitatedly. The grass and wildflowers bent as she passed through them. The sun continued to bore down upon her back, now more sure as her back was turned to it. Annoyed, she headed toward the shore a little ways off. Snorting, she sighed in relief as the tree's shadow casted down upon the camp, splattering against its hue. Hunting at not been as bountiful as she had predicted, and jaws agape, no scent of prey arouse against her sensory glands. Her tail flicked in quiet annoyance, cerebellum lowering to give her chest a few licks.
x| Would anyone come, she hadn't a clue. She wouldn’t care if they came or not. She had no preference, as long as they didn't annoy her, as the swarming bugs were already doing that. Shifting her weight off her tattered limb, she pressed her weight against the rough tree. Grumbling lightly, she pressed her weight fully against the tree, lids falling over her azul chasms as she waited the scent of prey to surround her. Suddenly, the light scuffle of small paws announced the arrival of a wood mouse. Smirking lightly, her body fell into the hunter's crouch, her tail waving silently across the leaf bed. Eyes focused upon the rustling ahead a small leaf giving away the mouse's position. Spring forward in a single well aimed pounce, trained paws collided against the mouse's neck, the inaudible snap announcing its death.
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 9, 2008 18:19:16 GMT -5
Mothflight padded quickly and carefully into the forest. He ran as though he was being chased, although it was clear he was not. He suddenly came to a halt, Glancing all around him and tasting the air. I finally got away from that unpleasant furball! Mothflight rejoiced in his head. Darksong's moodiness was reaching new heights, and he was overall tired of it. To be away from his brother was a blessing.
The tom did however pick up the scent of another cat. It didn't really phase him, seeing as it wasn't Darksong. It was Arcticpool, a fellow warrior. Mothflight didn't know her all that well, but approached anyway. He didn't walk very far before spotting her. He watched quietly as she caught a mouse before moving any closer.
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Post by arcticpool on Feb 9, 2008 20:42:51 GMT -5
x| Ears twitched upon the medicine cat's head, azul eyes slowly flickering through the underbrush as the leaves crackled at a cat's approach. Silently wishing for one of the less arrogant cats, she considered her wishes granted as the fairly familiar form of Mothflight appeared. Smiling lightly, she flicked her tail, welcoming him closer. The young medicine cat was about to go search for herbs; preferably marigold and poppy, those being the most often used. It was also leaf-bare, and a mental reminder flashed her mind to travel to two-leg place to search their gardens for catmint- an outbreak of white cough or green cough could be deadly. Twitching her tail she glanced down at the still warm mouse, seeing it was early, and having no need to bother the hunting patrols, she had decided to catch something herself while gathering herbs. She was not far into the forest, and from memory, expected a patch of marigold to be just over eh next hill, growing under the crooked willow. She could only hope the returning cold of leaf-bare would not kill the newly grown, healthy stalks. Shifting her weight, she placed her paw lightly upon the limp mouse, the faint scar visible along the right fore. A serious injury, it caused her to limp while walking, and sometimes it brought back forgotten pains. Snorting at herself for a moment, she looked up the warrior.
"Hello, Mothflight. How is Nightpaw- no injuries yet I hope?"
x| She spoke softly, her voice soft and gentle, the air around her filled with the scent of herbs- her own sweet scent mingling among the herb-scent. Unable to stifle a slight purr, she remembered only recently the commotion of Nightpaw getting stuck in a tree after chasing a squirrel. She was thankful the apprentice had not fallen, there was no Comfrey to heal broken bones. Wondering if the tom was injured, her trained eyes quickly ran along his pelt, but spotting no injuries, she eased the small sense of fear that she had not been at her den if a warrior had been injured. Figuring by Mothflight's troubled expression, he was getting away from his brother, Darksong. Darksong being one of those arrogant cats, she was glad that he was off somewhere, possibly training Ashpaw, or dawdling at the camp. Light alabaster and ginger form shivered, pelt fluffing out against the gaining cold of leaf-bare.
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 10, 2008 12:15:34 GMT -5
The memory of Nightpaw climbing the tree was still quite fresh in Mothflight's mind. If it had been a while longer ago, he might have laughed about it. The situation was very amusing if you thought about it. "No, no more incidents." Mothflight told her, "And I hope it stays that way."
Mothflight then offered; "Are you out looking for herbs? I could help, if you need me."
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Post by arcticpool on Feb 10, 2008 21:09:02 GMT -5
x| She listed to the tortoise-shell warrior, meanwhile scenting the breeze for the familiar scent of marigold. Nodding at his words, she smiled and let azul gaze fall upon Mothflight. Ear tilted forward at his offer. A warrior escort could be a good idea, she had picked up the stale stench of badger earlier closer to the western border. She had no objections to her own warrior skills that she possessed, but having a badger pounce upon her while she scrambled through the underbrush was not her image of a peaceful evening. Nodding lightly, and flicking her tail, she spoke to Mothflight.
"Yes, I'm on my way toward the eastern border to gather some marigold and poppy seeds before the frosts come and destroy them. I could do with a strong warrior to help carry supplies, thank you Mothflight."
x| She replied gently, azul eyes glancing down at the mouse. Sniffing it for a moment, jaws clamped around the frail body and devoured half of it. Lifting her head, she pushed ht remaining corpse toward Mothflight, a small smile upon her lips. Of course a single mouse would not feed them both, but it was better than nothing. Flicking her tail, her ears were tilted toward the tortoise-shell warrior. She would enjoy Mothflight's company, as well as the protection. With a possibly badger int eh territory, and also the faint scent of a rouge; she felt slightly vulnerable alone.
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 11, 2008 16:23:56 GMT -5
Mothflight smiled at Arcticpool. "Sounds like a good idea. And you're welcome." He told her. She then pushed the rest of a mouse she was eating towards him. Surprised, he took the mouse graciously, finishing it in a few bites. He then looked to Arcticpool, his green eyes shining, "Lead the way!
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Post by arcticpool on Feb 16, 2008 22:42:58 GMT -5
x| Smiling at his words at gratitude, it thrilled her to see that some of her clan were not rebellious lunatics. Tail gave a small flick, dismissing the thought that she knew Darksong was not in the den. 'He's probably opened it up already. Maybe I should just let him die; it would be so much easier.' Pullets at her own troubles at Mothflight's energetic reply, she nodded- smiling slightly. Flicking her tail in the destined location, slender limbs took her faintly striped frame off in a gentle lope, her scarred leg gliding her along surprisingly smoothly. The ground sloped gentle beneath her, and light azul eyes searched for the familiar dropping branches of the willow, and the tantalizing scent of marigold. Glancing behind her at Mothflight, she slowed as the tree emerged quickly, and she halted beside its great trunk. Trained eyes soon found the newly growing stalks, and smiling she trotted over to them. It was a good supply, and she was lucky the early frost had not taken it. Crouching down, she bite at the stalks, deciding to take the whole flower and strip the leaves and flows from the stem later. She worked quickly, and leaving a few stems to replenish the area, she turned toward Mothflight with her jaws filled with the precious herbs. Dropping them she sneezed lightly.
"Here, you can carry these. We'll make or way over in that direction and I'll gather some poppy, then we'll swing back for the camp."
[/color] x|She spoke in soft tones, flicking her tail in the direction of the poppy growth. It as not far away, and there were still close to the camp. She didn't want Mothflight to carry the herbs for long, he was being a help already, just by being there. She didn't want him to exhaust himself doing her work. He should be out hurting or doing patrol. Sighing to herself, she shook her head. 'Take it easy; it's alright to accept help sometimes.' She mumbled to herself, reassuring that it was alright that Mothflight was helping. Flicking her tail, she gave a moment to scent the air; still unnerved by the stale scents from before. But she could scent nothing, the wind lowing past her and bringing nothing but the stench of the thunderpath. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Đarκsong on Feb 18, 2008 16:32:53 GMT -5
Mothflight followed Arcticpool over to a willow. He watched as she gathered marigold from under the shade of the tree. She told him to carry the herbs, and he promptly picked them up. They walked near the Thunderpath, but Mothflight could still pick up a familiar scent through it's stench. Secret. Mothflight's uncle had been staying out of clan territory during the spring and summer, but now since the Twolegs were leaving he probably needed to hunt more. I hate that old lazy furball! Mothflight thought.
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