[I]f I.'m G.oing A.fter Y.ou [..] « Thread Started on Jun 27, 2006, 9:29am »
The forest was warm because of the Greenleaf weather. It was still, except for the slight rustle of a small bush. One paw slowly came forward, followed by the rest of the cat. She was from ThunderClan, so there was no question of why she was in the forest. She had unusual fur color and markings, so she was well known in her Clan; even in other Clans as well. The black cat with red and white markings was Redspot.
She sat outside of the bush, yet she sat in a kind of tense matter. The tip of her fluffy tail twitched, and her left ear was flat against her head. Redspot's eyes flickered back and forth, as if she was searching for something.
She was. With the forest so still, and the weather so warm, it would be easy to detect fresh-kill, so she was hunting. She had heard the prey earlier as well, but had not gotten any. Now, the forest was silent. She gave an experated sigh and let her shoulders relax, as she knew she wouldn't be catching any thing soon. Redspot debated going back to her camp, but in the end, she decided to stay in the forest. The weather was nice, and it was good to hang out in her own territory. She just needed some one to do it with.
Redspot could live with loneliness, sure, but, being a Clan cat, she was used to having friends... or enemies, within her own Clan. The little voice inside her head told her she needed someone.
Re: [I]f I.'m G.oing A.fter Y.ou [..] « Reply #2 on Jun 28, 2006, 7:18pm »
ooc-/- Please excuse her rudeness. There's no offense!! And, I'm incredibly sorry for the shortness!
Redspot noticed the warrior of her own Clan come forward. "Hey," was all she said. Redspot moved her silver eyes in a rolling fashion, then meowed, "Um... hi?"
She didn't mean to be mean, it was just how she was. Sarcasm was a reflex, and it was in her blood. Because of this, the ThunderClan warrior didn't really have many friends, and the ones she did have were few.
Redspot still sat in the same spot, but her tail flicked back and forth with impatiences. She gave a loud, rude sigh, but didn't say anything else.
Leaves on the dimly lit forest floor muffled the footfalls of a silver tabby. The lithe form of a ThunderClan tom made his way through the woodlands with natural grace in every step. He stopped in her quiet prowl of his homeland and tilted his face up, sniffing the air. There were cats from his own Clan here and as he didn't know if they were hunting or not, did not want to make too much noise. And even though there was confidence in the way he carried himself, Blizzardwake was not stupid enough to trudge loudly through the forest like a kit. One could never be to careful.
Silent as shadows, the ThunderClan warrior padded lightly towards the source of the scents he detected, hoping to find his Clan mates hunting as the fresh-kill pile was looking rather weak that day. His light colored oculars glinted in what light managed to squeeze between the canopy above him. Weaving between a couple spruces and oaks, he found Redspot and Marbelswirl, seemingly quiet. Smirking slightly at how the scene struck him odd, the young male made his way near them.
"Redspot, Marbelswirl," The white and grey tom mewed in greeting, nodding at each of the warriors in turn. His frosty hazel pools swivelled from Redspot to Marbelswirl, silently wondering what they were doing. "How's the prey running in this part of the forest?" he purred softly at the ebon and red cat, observing the pair. Tearing his gaze from the cats, he let it wander over the trees that surrounded him and them. They were truely very beautiful as were these lands that they lived in now, but he knew he'll always miss the old forest, the Sandy Hollow where he and Borealstar, then Borealpaw, trained as kits. Involuntarily, Blizzardwake let a small sigh escape his ivory crafted lips as he gazed up past the thick canapy to the pastel blue sky.
« Last Edit: Jul 1, 2006, 3:13pm by .Borealstar. »
As Redspot sat there waiting for her fellow Clan-mate to speak, she noticed a shape come out from a thicker part of the forest. He spoke and nodded in greeting, and Redspot just nodded back. There was nothing else to say, except, "Hey Blizzardwake." She said it with a bored tone, and a flat expression on her face.
He asked how the prey was running, and Redspot replied, "Eh, fine. I just can't seem to catch any." She knew just as well as any other ThunderClan cat that the fresh-kill pile was getting kind of low. She may be rude and sarcastic, but she was humane enough as to want to feed her Clan-mates.
The thoughts of fresh-kill reeled through her mind, until they passed. Then, bored again, she sighed and began to glance around the forest. With nothing special to look at, she studied Blizzardwake's eyes. No one else thought they were a little... strange, but she did. Maybe it had something to do with the way they were brown and green. It didn't bother her, it just struck her as weird.
Redspot thought that she had better get back to hunting, and more thoughts of the low fresh-kill pile sped through her mind. "No worries," she thought, "After our little charade here, I'll pick some fresh-kill up."
She looked up at the sky. It was a little past sunhigh.
Hazel eyes twinkled with unsaid mischief as the silver tortoiseshell tabby watched his clan mates, tail swishing slightly. The grey hued tom glanced at Marbelswirl who had yet to speak, grinning slightly. He stretched, back arched in a classic feline stretch, eyes slightly narrowed. Adopting his normal posture, the ThunderClan warrior yawned, ivory incisors shining in the forest's dim light.
"Well, there were some woodmice over that way," He nodded in the direction he came from, running his pink tongue over his maw. "And those young woodpigeons are branching..." He told them, trying to be informative. Feeling content in the warmth brought by Greenleaf, he sat down near Redspot, curling his tail neatly around his haunches.
A few larks called out, singing their mellow songs to the forest life. The tabby tom-cat narrowed his eyes in comfort, wondering if he had time to collect a couple more rabbits to add to the day's catch before going back to camp for a nap before Borealstar returned. He knew she was out patrolling the ShadowClan border, murmuring something about renewing scent markings. The white and light grey tom who was in his peaking seasons sighed, watching the light dance over his muscles under his gleeming coat through lazily narrowed eyes.
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