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Post by Leafshadow on Sept 15, 2008 18:43:14 GMT -5
Sorry. I deleted the prologue because I decided I didn't really like this one... I might make another.
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Post by Leafshadow on Sept 20, 2008 21:54:38 GMT -5
"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey join me beneath the highbranch for a clan meeting." The leader's voice rang out loud and clear, echoing through the vast forest. Anxious and excited cats paddled out form their damp densm fur ruffling in excitement. especially for one certain apprentice. /This it it,/ she sadly though, taking a quick glance around the deserted apprentice's den./I'm moving up. Becoming a warrior. Leaving my old life behind. Joining my clanmates where I truly belong./ A dark-gray queen stuck her head in the entrance. With a purr of amusement, she called her former kit. "Dappledpaw! There you are.." She sighed heavily and relieved. Disappointment flooded the apprentice's eyes as she whipped around to face her mother.. "Oh." Her tail lowered. "I-I thought you were someone else." A slight prick of annoyance edging her voice. Dappledpaw quickly rubbed against her mother's flank, trying to work out the shock she had given her by sneaking up. Nightstream gave the quivering apprentice a fast lick behind the ear, attempting to sooth her anxiety about the upcoming ceremony. "Come, on. Let's go!" She purred, edging towards the sunlight that streamed in, bathing the floor with its evening glow of reds and oranges. We mustn't keep the clan waiting. After all, you're the one who's becoming a warrior. Why aren't you out there with everyone else?" "Oh... Well, I guess I should. I just wanted to take a last look around this place." A tinge of utter disappointment flooded through her body, the way she was nearly dragging herself, and even with the ground. Deep down, she had been waiting. Longing for /him/ to be there, to be the first to congratulate her. Putting on a fake smile, she tried to overcome the dampening thighs. /Why hadn't he been there?/ As she started to follow nightstream, a prickle of excitement shot through her, as she had momentarily forgotten the reason of the clan gathering.
Whitestar perched happily on the crooked and sturdy branch, its bark peeled off and exposing the soft wood that had laid there for many generations of the forest cat clan. It was her life and joy to be a leader of such a fortunate clan, to be here with the cats of her family, watching them flourish under her guidance. Pride swelled up in her heart as the last of the cats tricked out of their dens, trudging through the fresh mud to be with their leader. Dappledpaw was one of them. It was the first time in many moons that a warrior had been named under the starry sky's of Starclan, and all of the warriors were very excited to see it finally happening again. Their overjoyed meows reaching her swiveled ivory ears. Murmers and whispers of congratulations fell upon Dappledpaw as she sliced her way through the waiting crowd. All seemed exuberant.... Except for one. A look of deep jealousy and obvious dislike to the she-cat poisoned his gaze./Soon/ he icily thought to himself, attempting to blend with the crowd. Nightstream nudged her slightly with her long, dark tail, urging the frightened apprentice foward. "Go on." She whispered."This is what you wanted." "...Right?" "Right!" She firmly replied, steeling herself and taking a bold step toward with newfound courage.
The nimble she-cat nervously stepped out into the small opening in front of the highbranch. Deep blue eyes fixed themselves upon Whitestar's softer, and much kinder eyes. "Good luck, and may Starclan be with you." The nursery queen purred softly as she disappeared into the small crowd. Loudly, and drowning out the mumbling, Whitestar began the legendary speech that would transform Dappledpaw into a warrior. All of the clan respectivelly fell silent as the first syllable uttered from her parted jaws. "I, Whitestar, proud leader of Streamclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this brave apprentice." Dappledpaw's whiskers twitched wildly in anticipation, and all of her long, grey fur seemed to be sticking straight up. Hopefull, she gaxed up thoughtfully at her leader, waiting breatlessly for her to continue. "She has trained hard to grasp the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a full warrior in turn." With a slight pause, Whitestar's mouth curved upwards in a soft and delicate smile. Dappledpaw's eyes were widened to the max, pupils threatening to swallow up the rest of her eyes. "Dappledpaw...." She slowly began, increasing the suspence and eagerly watching the clanmembers groan in protest. " Do you.." "As a full warrior..." It had been seasons since the white elader had been so proud, and she was determined to enjoy every last moment of it. "Promise to upold the warrior co-" "YES!!" She yowled at the top of her lungs, not giving Whitestar any time to finish. "-de?" Ignoring the embarrasing and akward moment, she rushed on. "And to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of you life?" Slowly slinking down and feeling everyone's questioning looks upon her pelt, she looked up at the leader to see a glint of amusement in her eyes. Much more timidly, she mewed a weak,"Yes. . . I mean, I do." Her entire body shivered in excitement. /She was about to get her warrior name!/ "Then, by the power of Starclan and my many ancestors of the firest we call home, I present you with your warrior name. Treasure it, as being a warrior is a true blessing from Starclan." Chin high, and tail poised, Dappledpaw pushed away her embarassment. Whitestar gracefully lept down from the smooth branch, with such ease and skill that sent the audience into "Oohs" and "Ahhs." Gently, the leader touched her grizzled and scarred muzzle, which seemed to carry an eterinty of wisdom, upon the pprentice's head. Her fur, faded to a pure white over time, shone brightly and contrasted on Dappledpaw's much darked coat. "Dappledpaw." Her voice reverberated."From this moment on, you shall be known as Dappledwing." She stepped back a few steps, eyeing the rejoicing clan. Echoing crys of "Dappledwing! Dappledwing!" resounded across the forest as the eager clan rushed up to the newest warrior of Streamclan, each individual rubbing and smoothing her ruffled long fur.
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 2, 2008 18:29:17 GMT -5
"But wait, everyone." Whitestar softly called out to the rejoicing cats. Their attention was diverted over to the leader almost instantly. Dappledwing, with a rather smug expression, gazed up expectantly at her leader. What else could possibly happen on a night so peaceful and cheerful? "As all of you know from your own past experiences, the Warrior's Vigil is an extremely hard thing to complete." A hint of amusement shone in the old she-cat's light blue eyes as she too recollected those past seasons. Dappledwing looked over at the other apprentice, Ravenpaw, and flashed him an apologetic smile. Inside, she grinned. Even though their camp hadn't had elders for a while, the senior warriors sure had made life difficult for the duo of apprentices. “Dappledpaw- or Dappledwing, I mean, has now become one of the highest honored cats there can be. Without Warriors, who would preserve our noble Warrior Code? It would most likely fade into the distance like an old, stale scent, leaving our minds, past and future forever. I know for a fact that this certain she-cat has trained hard under the watchful gaze of Starclan, as I fell as if that needs to be recognized.” Without a further word, she swiftly pivoted to her other side, where Ravenpaw stood near the back of the crowd with a jealous glare plastered across his furry face. Toms, She laughed to herself. Always so easy to read. “Ravenpaw.” She meowed in a firm, yet gentle way that caught his full attention. “Please step up to the front.” Bewildered, the tom picked his way through the equally startled crowd. “Sorry,” he muttered to a bulky tom he had bumped. Thoughts madly swirled around his head. Why would Whitestar want him, of all cats, to go up there in front of the entire clan? Had he done anything wrong? Quickly, he mentally reviewed his memories of the past moon or so. He hadn’t done anything wrong! Slowly, the truth dawned upon the apprentice. It must finally be his ceremony! Leaping up to Highbranch, he gave his sleek almost ebony chest fur a quick lock with a nervous rasp of his shockingly pink tongue. “I’m ready.” He whispered, his voice only audible to Whitestar’s keen ears. With a flick of her long white tail, the leader gave a signal for silence to the murmuring crowd. Excited voiced could still be heard as the chatted with each other. “That’s kit’s becoming a warrior? A tall tabby boldly said, louder than the rest. Her tail went straight up in a warning signal. That will be enough, Oakclaw.” The tom self-consciously looked around at the attention he had unknowingly brought upon himself. Oakclaw took a step back, and lowered his striped tabby head in a respectful gesture to Whitestar. Not a sound could be heard as the tension mounted. “Please continue,” Oakclaw awkwardly said with all of the courage he could muster, breaking the silence as he looked up into her glare of disappointment. “Yes.” Whitestar leapt back up to her perch on the smoothed branch of the leader. “As I was saying…” “Ravenpaw here is half of a moon behind Dappledwing. Normally, his Warrior ceremony wouldn’t be until the next half moon, where Rainpool would be absent at a Medicine Cat gathering. And since Streamclan has not had elders for many moons now, the Apprentice way has taken up many different qualities, such as caring for our senior warriors. Seasons ago, then I was a lowly apprentice, these things were not part of our vigorous training. Now, since Dappledwing has graduated from that stage, we’re leaving poor Ravenpaw here all of these extra duties to himself. Instead of doing that, though, I have decided that we should just get rid of these things all together for the time being. Our Warriors will have to be strong and take care of themselves. A hint of relief flooded the apprentice’s eyes, as his entire form seemed to relax a bit more as the seconds ticked by. “I’ve spoken previously to Rowanpelt, and we both agreed that even though it’s early, Ravenpaw has what it takes to defend out clan, inside and out.” Whitestar let her last few words hang lazily in the air, letting the majority of the cats absorbs her speech before she dared to confuse them even more. Up above in the dark navy sky, a single star softly twinkled down to the onlookers. “Ravenpaw.” She started again, loud so that all could hear in her same commanding tone as before. “Come over here.” She watched with pride as the apprentice fumbled with his grip on the broad branch as he leapt to a more sturdy one. “Starclan is watching over you, little one.” She purred in content. “Now, I call upon my noble and most loved warrior ancestors to look down at this apprentice. He has trained harder than many apprentices before him, and I strongly believe that this deserves some recognition. Traditionally, our clan has always kept our apprentices in training, so that no part of it will ever be overlooked or surpassed. In the past our land has flourished and thrived in this lush forest.” Again, Whitestar smoothed down her fur as she let the words drift towards Starclan. “But I believe that in this case, we should be able to make an exception to our traditions and ways of the past. Here we have a fine Warrior, all set to go! We all remember our first vigil, and how tough it was with someone, not to mention alone. This is one of the many reasons I planned a double ceremony tonight.” Murmurs of approval shot through the crowd, with cats nodding in all directions. “Ravenpaw. Thanks to your hard work and dedication to the Warrior Code, I would be honored to present you with your Warrior name.” The tom sucked in a deep breath, then puffed out his chest, attempting to look as warrior like as possible. “Ravenpaw. From this night forward you shall be known to all as Raventail. May Starclan light your path and watch over you in your darkest hour.
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Post by Echostar on Dec 2, 2008 19:27:44 GMT -5
It's simply brilliant Leafshadow ^^. I do hope you write more of it. I dearly want to read the rest and the descriptions and characters are wonderful.
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Post by Saberstar on Dec 4, 2008 17:41:02 GMT -5
Wow.....that's truly impressive, your character development is incredible.
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 14, 2008 19:38:05 GMT -5
More coming!
Post 3
“Ugh. This is so boring.” Raventail hissed as the bright sliver of the moon overhead had passed about half of the starry night sky. “Shh,” Dappledwing warningly mewed. “This is supposed to be a silent vigil, remember?” “Remember what? I’ve had a bad memory ever since you dunked me in the stream as a kit.” He jokingly teased. “Exactly. Some of that water seems to have washed out your brains!” She spat back. With a mischievous look, she leaped over to the oblivious tom and pinned him to the moist earthen floor, her paw pads leaving deep prints in the fresh mud-like ground. The force of her impact nearly knocked the wind out of Raventail. “What if I had been a Hailclan warrior, huh? What would you have done then?” She kept a soft gray paw on his sleek chest to emphasize her point, claws still softly sheathed. He gave her a pleading look, and finally she released the pressure and slinked grumpily back to her position. She turned her full attention back to the sentry, attempting not to give in to the silence as it was meant to be. Raventail shifted uncomfortably in his location, gazing downward in stony silence. “Don’t let it happen again.” She snarled, mimicking their favorite leader. Raventail, devoid of all of his prior hyperness still stared off into space, clearly thinking something over. The eerie light shone dimly, highlighting the shadows and making the forest all the spookier. Inside, a spiteful regret was building up inside of him. She-cats, he thought. Always think they’re right. Swiftly grooming himself, he mentally noted the soreness of the spot he had been toppled over. Ouch... He thought. I guess she has more power than she lets on. The undergrowth, consisting of small plants, snugly blanketed the forest decked out in green, for it was the season of Greenleaf. Prey was plentiful during the warm days, and even now they could be heard scuttling form tree to tree, chirping their small sounds to each other. The tranquil hum of the forest hung heavily in the air, all of its sweet sounds a soft lullaby. Dappledwing’s molted eats swiveled back and forth in one fluid motion, absorbing some foreign sound, barely audible. What was that? She hurriedly though, crouching down low to the ground in order to merge with the forest floor. Her tail whipped back and forth madly, rustling a nearby bush. Her own noise startled her so badly that she nearly touched the sky. Meanwhile, Raventail had his darkened paw covering his mouth as he attempted to stifle a giggle. She glared back at him, anger lacing her eyes. Moving into the hunter’s crouch, she was about to leap on top of him, fury mounted. Dappledwing felt as if she was goin to explode with annoyance. That furbrain of a tom. He still didn’t get the concept of the silent vigil, obviously. Maybe if she told Whitestar, he would have to re-do it. Hehe. That would really bother him. It would serve him right for not following the Warrior Code. All of Dappledwing’s senses seemed to be hyperaware. All of the sudden, Raventail’s squirming and fidgeting seemed to be unimportant. If another warrior was to walk out, she didn’t want them to see her act like a little kit just out of the nursery. Turning away, she attempted to clear her mind and focus on what this task was meant for. Absently, yet closely at the same time, she observed the rough forest terrain. A leaf rustled, a twig snapped. She darted around in the direction to see a tired cat come tumbling out of the entrance, most likely to go make dirt somewhere. The large tom stepped into the moonlight, and Dappledwing recognized him in a heartbeat. It was Glacier, the bulky rouge that had recently joined the clan, much to the protest of her clan mates. At once, her fear was put away. Turning her attention to other things, she gazed out to the ancient trees stretching towards the boundless ranks of Starclan. *** By the time the moon had reached its zenith, Dappledwing was beginning to grow weary. It seemed like ages ago that she had been named a warrior, Raventail too. She could see the tiredness creeping up in the tom’s eyes. They were both keeping each other awake though, shooting each other glances. Overhead, the glow of the moon shone down, providing just enough light to see for a distance. Everything else was shrouded in a dense fog, providing just enough shadows to jump at Her eyes constantly scanned the borders of her vision, letting every small detail seep into her consciousness. In the stillness of the moment, you could hear the soft snores of the Warriors as the enjoyed a beautiful night of peace and tranquility.
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Post by Saberstar on Dec 14, 2008 19:46:20 GMT -5
Dude, you're so good its sick! The use of words and firm character development is remarkable!!
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 14, 2008 20:21:12 GMT -5
Thanks^^I have more typed up, but I need comments before I post more. Haha. The next part is actually good.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 16, 2008 15:41:57 GMT -5
The next part is actually good?? That part was......AMAZING!
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Post by Leafshadow on Dec 16, 2008 17:51:26 GMT -5
Post 4 (Good in my opinion) Thanks again. =D
The patterns of wind and light were starting to make the warrior drowsy. She gave out a large yawn, her brilliant white teeth reflecting the light, and her rough pink tongue tasting the darkness. Her eyelids grew heavy, falling down almost halfway down her eyes. Now she could hardly think, much less guard camp. A nap, that’s what she really needed. Dappledwing managed to sneak a glance in Raventail’s direction. He was already asleep on the ground, paws tucked neatly beneath him. Stumbling with weariness, she almost ran right into the tom’s side. Nudging him with a prodding paw, she silently willed for him to wake up so that at least one of them would be awake. It was hopeless. The tom was asleep and there was nothing she could do about it. Collapsing under the strain of the night, she flopped down defeated beside Raventail, half sprawled out, and her mind entering the territory of Starclan. ** Dappledwing blinked open her eyes, adjusting to the light that seemed to come from everything. A lush open meadow expanded before her, birds calling out and crickets chirping their song. The she-cat was filled with boundless energy. She looked back at the meadow, and was about to burst out running when a soft, silky tail tapped her on the back. Flipping around, she cried out in delight. The starry coat of Pebbletail marked him as a warrior of Starclan. Yes, Starclan! She thought. That must be where I am! “H-How are you?” She choked out, head butting him in the flank. “Dappledwing- “Her father purred in absolute happiness. “You’ve grown so much since I last laid eyes on you.” A sense of longing filled his eyes as he examined the she-cat. “I’m sorry, but unfortunately it isn’t the time for joyful reunions.” Confusion flooded Dappledwing’s eyes. “ It isn’t? Why not?” Pebbletail took a small step backwards, as if he was afraid that she would become angry with him. “Starclan sent me here to tell you something. They entrusted me with a very important message.” Dappledwing nearly burst with excitement and confusion. Starclan had never spoken to her alone before. It was an entirely new experience for her. “Well-“ She squeaked out. “What is it?” The tom seemed amused by the warrior’s eagerness. “Patience, my kit.” He purred quietly. “That will come as sure as the sun rises. In other words, with due time. It isn’t something I could just tell you. It’s something you need to find out for yourself.” “Me, discover something?” She anxiously pleaded with him. “I can’t even find fresh-kill half of the time. Tell me, please.” “That’s not the point, though. I can’t reveal any more than I already have.” “Then why are you here?” She frustratedly mewed at him. “I’m here to warn you, Dappledwing. All is not as it seems in this forest. Betrayal lurks around every bend, and despair hovers through the air. Now is a time to be careful and cautious about everything you do. Make your allegiances carefully, for they could be the decisions that your life depends on. Something dark is coming, Dappledwing. Something that could change the course of the forest forever.” This was all so confusing to the she-cat. What exactly was he trying to warn her about? “I’m not sure I understand you-“ She broke off, as the Starclan warrior was treading away from her at an alarming pace. “Wait- Pebbletail!” She yelled, frozen to the spot. “Where are you going?” “Be careful, my kit.” He mewed his powerful parting words before vanishing into the clinging mists. “Don’t go!” She cried, but he was already gone. Sinking down into the moist grasses of the meadow, her dream began to fade away from her grasp as she lay, crying in the field. Wishing that her dream could last forever. ** Raventail’s anxious voice cut through her consciousness. “Dappledwing-“ He mewed. “Wake up.” He better have a good reason for this, was her first thought as she rolled over on her other side. Lazily, she blinked open her eyes to face the tom. It was still night out, she noticed. Now no one could yell at them for snoozing on the job. He placed a tense paw on her side, softly shaking her. “You need to get up, right now.” He quietly hissed in an uncomfortable way. Hearing the tenseness in his voice, she was instantly alert, eyes snapping open. Popping up to her feet, she began to remember the strange dream from Starclan. Her vision was still blurry and her body disoriented as she struggled to make her way towards the tom. “Raventail!’ She mewed as she paddled up to him. “I’ve got to tell you something.” The tom was deathly still, and frozen, looking away in a stare, to Dappledwing’s shock. Unconfidently, she followed his frightened gaze. Right into the eyes of twenty unforgiving looks of the warriors surrounding them.
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Post by Owlwing on Dec 16, 2008 18:02:03 GMT -5
*Jaw hangs down* WOW
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Post by Leafshadow on Jan 14, 2009 17:23:20 GMT -5
Post 5
"No," Dappledwing thought as she took a frightened step backwards, her previous enthusiasm fleeing like prey in the winter. "Nononono.. This is not happening to me." Attempting to muster all of her courage and hope that was now escaping her, the she-cat took two bold steps forward, eyes dancing along the faces of the shadowy figures. They were just far enough away from sight that they were unrecognizable in the dull light, now only nameless cats in a dark forest. "Show yourselves, you cowards." She hissed viciously. Raventail violently flinched at her words, and sent her an uneasy look. Did they really want them to show? What was she doing? Sick recognition washed upon the spotted warrior as another cat appeared like a ghost. His fur flowed from him like a dream, pure white and long. His deep blue eyes were cold and unforgiving, bearing down on the two cats. Smiling in an evil manner, and leaning against a nearby tree, he lazily spoke. "Oh, I plan on doing much more than just showing myself." His pearly white teeth sparkled in the night, his fangs bared. It was Glacier, the Streamclan rouge. Dappledwing’s fur bristled up, making her almost twice her size. Her eyes were clouded with pure fury and wrath. “Traitor!” She snarled uncontrollably, taking another step forwards. Raventail cautiously stepped in front of her, literally holding her back from destroying the poor tom. He had obviously never ruffled this she-cat’s fur the wrong way before. The black tom’s heart quickened, and his muscles bulged. “No, Dappledwing, don’t.” He whispered under his breath. “If you so much as scratch him,” He pointed with his tail at the other cats. “They’ll all be on you in a flash.” He tried to sound more confident than he felt. A little bit of the swirling fog lifted from her eyes. Now you could almost see the thoughts pulse through her veins. Her face abruptly twisted up in another snarl. “But he-“ “I know,” Raventail interjected. “He….He…..” She struggled to find the right words to describe her infinite rage and disappointment. “You were our friend-“ She paused, somewhat dramatically. “Part of our family.” Her chest heaved, and her eyes blinded by the hot, stinging tears that were forming at the corners. “How could you…? We were the ones who rescued you remember? Ever since we found you, pinned against the riverbank, struggling for life. Ever since we took you in, and healed you during your darkest hour. Ever since we made you part of the clan, and trusted you with some of our deepest secrets. All this time, you were working behind our backs.” She turned away in disgust, teats now freely flowing around her face. “And this,” She snarled, gesturing to the shadowy figures. “Is how you repay us? By taking away something you swore to protect?” “All this time-“ Raventail trailed off in awe. “We should have left you buried beneath that log, left for dead.” Dappledwing stung, the words cutting deep. “But we’re not like you. At least we have some honor. I can’t believe what we’ve created.” The huge white cat seemed unaffected by the biting words. As least, he didn’t let it show on the outside. What he was doing was wrong, and he knew it. “Tsk, tsk Dappledwing.” Glacier carefully picked his way through a rocky outcropping. “Not even a full sunrise, and you’ve already broken the Warrior Code.” He said guardedly. “Who are you to speak of the Warrior Code?” She hissed. “The code can be broken in times of absolute need, and I’d say this is a time where rules-“ She snarled. “Are meant to be broken.” Raventail, true to the Warrior Code, said nothing, hoping that the ferocity of his glare would scorch a hole in the cat’s worthless pelt. He tried to speak, but the words just weren’t there. Glacier snarled back, his fur popping up and making him look like a gigantic puffball. “Why should I listen to your pathetic pleas? I have a forest to take all for my own.” He said, showing a hint of annoyance. So that’s what he’s after! Dappledwing feverishly thought. He wants to take over the forest! Starting with our Clan… She murmured wordlessly, claws silently unsheathing and glittering in the soft twilight. “Ha,” He started with a heartless laugh. “You never suspected me, did you? From the moment I blinked open my eyes; to the moment I left camp. You never knew, did you?” He stared grimly down, his own claws extending out from their sheltered pockets. Dappledwing raised her head in protest, but the frightening white cat kept on going. “Enough talk,” He caterwauled in a loud, deep tone. It was a wonder that every clan cat didn’t come rushing out that very moment. “Tonight, Streamclan shall fall!” Raventail paused, paddling up to Dappledwing’s flank until he was shoulder to shoulder with her. Finally, he spoke, managing to mew softly to her. His claws also cut through the moment, anxiously kneading the loose earth. “I-If it means anything, Dappledwing, I’ll be with you to the end.”
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Post by Saberstar on Jan 14, 2009 17:32:58 GMT -5
what happened??
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Post by Leafshadow on Jan 14, 2009 17:37:45 GMT -5
whoops, did I leave out something important? umm... let me try to reword it Claw=Glacier. I changed his name
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Post by Leafshadow on Jan 14, 2009 21:08:16 GMT -5
YAY!! More!!
Post 6
The confrontation continued. Suddenly, the moon grew dimmer and dimmer as a black cloud passed, blocking out the light as it vanished from sight. Glacier stood out like a sore thumb, his huge puff white body illuminated like a forgotten ghost. Dappledwing’s ears perked up. If he knows anything about the code, which he should, then Glacier should know what this means! She thought. This is the opportunity that we need! Just a little something to strike fear in his heart; to make him unsure while she thought up a better plan. Raventail also tensed up, his breathing becoming quick and choppy. He glanced over at the feisty she-cat, making eye contact and catching her attention. Look! She nearly screamed at him at the tip of her lungs. The moon’s been covered! Dappledwing made a small motion with her eyes, pointing them up towards the now starless night. She dearly hoped that he would catch on and help her with this. Loudly, she spoke to the cat. “Glacier, look at the moon and you will see that it, too has vanished. You know what that means.” She gave him a undersized glare. He stiffened up as the light fled. He uneasily shifted, as if he was unsure about his strength within himself, and his strength that influenced others so massively. He moved his mouth, but nothing would squeak out. The tom’s shaken confidence seemed to spread like wildfire among his forces. Should they, too be wary of whatever could make their bitter, unemotional leader this petrified? Dappledwing’s heart pounded against her ribcage. Her green eyes darted around and she could feel the unease wafting through the air like an unpleasant odor. Was this a genuine message from Starclan? She wondered. Impossible. Glacier wouldn’t have developed a belief that easily in such a short amount of time. Or had he? This could be the silver lining in their dark situation. How are we supposed to formulate a plan without them hearing every word we breathe? Glacier’s probably going to recover soon, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer before attacking. With his force of cats, he could wipe out Streamclan in one night without the rest of the clans knowing before it was too late. She had to get word out. It was their only hope. For the forest, and for the two warriors.
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