Post by Wavestar on Nov 19, 2007 22:18:48 GMT -5
Name:scarletfire
Clan:fire
Rank:warrior
age:60 moons
Gender: she-cat
Description:light brown she-cat with blood red and gold streaks through her fur and big dark brown eye
Personality:short-tempered and a good fighter. sometimes doesn't get along with other cats. brave and loyal but sometimes rash.
History&IC: The fog was so thick that if it weren’t for the silent shadows flitting in and out, it would appear as though the fog had completely devoured the world inside it. The moon hung over the silent forest, silent except for the crickets chirping and the scuffling of paws over rocks. A shadow darted out into the open, a black cat with a white arrow on his back.
He was closely followed by a smaller, gray cat with jagged white stripes just barely visible in the pale moonlight. Their soft panting was masked by the chirping of insects and the swaying of the long grasses brushing against their fur. The black cat broke his sprint and turned sharply to his right.
“They’re over here, Cragpelt!” he called to his companion. The gray cat stopped and caught his breath before trotting over. There in the grass lay a tiny ball of fur, mewing piteously.
“Bristletail, where’s the other one?” Cragpelt asked the tabby, poking his slender gray head through a patch of crabgrass.
“Over there,” Bristletail mewed, nodding hastily to his left, his voice tense. “It’s dead.”
“Are you sure?” Cragpelt asked in a somber mew. He started for the spot his friend had indicated, but Bristletail blocked his way.
“I’ll check for you,” he said, curling his tail. “Take this one back to the camp.” He prodded the mewing golden kit with his paw, and Cragpelt reluctantly picked it up by the scruff of its neck. He wanted to stay behind, but the kit dangling from his mouth would surely die if he hesitated longer. Bristletail waited until Cragpelt was out of sight before he crept towards the second kit.
It was small and black, with a white arrow similar to his on its back. It let out a weak cry. Bristletail looked at it with uncertainty, but made up his mind. “Goodbye, dearest daughter,” he hissed, before bounding off into the deathly cold fog. The kit’s cries barely rose over the breath of the wind, but no one was around to hear it….
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The pale sun was low in the sky, gray clouds partially obscuring it. The sun was large and full, but the cold frost that blanketed the world below it swallowed the warmth and replaced it with biting cold.
A black she-cat stood out completely from the white snow crunching under her paws. scarletpaw sighed as she bounded out of another snow bank. The wet snow sucked her down farther and farther with each pawstep, until she touched the frozen ground hidden under the frost until new-leaf. scarletpaw shook, both to warm her small body and shake snow off of her pelt.
“Winterpaw,” she mewed crossly ahead of her, “wait up! You’re going too fast!” A gray head poked out over a snow bank ahead, a tom with deep green eyes.
“You’re just going too slow, scarletpaw,” Winterpaw jeered good-naturedly. He bounded over to her, his paws barely sinking into the snow before he leaped forward again. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, scarletpaw,” Winterpaw said seriously, but with a hint of humor in his mew. “Leaf-bare is my favorite season! There’s so much snow, the river’s icy and fun to slide on….”
“It’s freezing cold and there’s not a lot of prey,” scarletpaw added impatiently. “Let’s just get back to camp.”
“Alright, but the log to cross the river is that way,” Winterpaw nodded to his right, indicating a far-off, snow covered log over a gaping canyon that curved around. “Unless, of course, you want to walk around Sparkling Gorge.” Sparkling Gorge is what the cats of bassClan called the canyon separating them from North Forest, the rocky hunting grounds for blackClan cats. During new-leaf, the river rose and caught the sun’s light, causing it to sparkle brighter than the stars up in the sky.
“Of course not, you mouse-brained idiot,” scarletpaw said jokingly. “I want to jump it.” Winterpaw just shook his head in amusement. They followed the edge of the canyon until they reach a large patch of leafless trees. They groaned under the weight of the snow that had piled on top of their bare branches. The sharp rocks that the MountainClan cats were so used to leaping on where hidden under a thick sheet of snow, so it was easier for scarletpaw and Winterpaw to walk through it.
Before Winterpaw had even reached the log, a familiar scent hit his nose. He opened his mouth to smell it better, but before he could identify it, scarletpaw had.
“blackClan!” she hissed, but no sooner had she said it then a large gray cat leaped out of the dried-up shrubs that covered most of the forest floor and pinned her down. scarletpaw lashed out blindly, trying to kick the larger cat off of her. She twisted around to hide her soft underbelly, but the cat didn’t attack. Instead, he let her go.
“What are you doing in our hunting grounds?” the cat asked in a firm voice. Silverpaw turned her icy blue eyes up to look into the soft yellow eyes of Cragpelt, the new blackClan deputy.
“We’re sorry, Cragpelt,” Winterpaw said, lowering his head respectfully. “We wanted to see the Sparkling Gorge when it was frozen over.”
“Couldn’t you have seen it on your side?” Cragpelt asked triumphantly. Winterpaw had nothing to say, but scarletpaw did.
“Your side has a steeper slope,” she stammered, squirming away from Cragpelt and standing next to Winterpaw. “So it’s easier to see from a safe distance. Our land is too flat, and we’d surely fall into it.”
Cragpelt thought their excuse over, and laughed. “I’ll buy it this time,” he said seriously, with a touch of kindness. “But next time, you will get a closer look.” Winterpaw and scarletpaw silently watched until Cragpelt was out of view.
“He wouldn’t, would he?” scarletpaw asked.
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scarletpaw skittered over the frozen log, the snow-capped trees overhead releasing a small torrent of snow. A pile of damp snow landed on her head. She flattened her ears back and hissed, lashing out, and nearly falling off. Ahead of her, Winterpaw laughed.
“It’s snow, scarletpaw,” he mewed in amusement. scarletpaw shot him an irritated look and continued over to the other side of Sparkling Gorge. She turned back and looked over the edge. The bubbling river had frozen over, an icy sheen glinting like starlight. An image floated involuntarily into her mind, how Winterpaw’s eyes sparkled just like that….
A yowl snapped scarletpaw from her thoughts. She spun around and saw Winterpaw emerging from the dark forest and running towards her. “scarletpaw!” he cried, desperation in his meow. “Amberstorm… she-she’s gone missing!”
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The cats of bassClan were gathered under the giant boulder that jutted out from the mountain’s base, serving as a council area. The confused and worried mews rose through the air as Silverpaw came closer. She looked up to see Dewstar, the bassClan leader, talking gently to the brown cat beside her. scarletpaw recognized the cat as Treepelt, Amberstorm’s apprentice.
Amberstorm was bassClan’s valiant deputy, and had helped ForestClan get through more than any warrior could remember. Treepelt’s face was expressionless, except for her eyes, which reflected the grief she felt inside. The elders of the Clan were in the back, talking solemnly to each other.
“Cats of bassClan,” Dewmoon called in a chocked meow. The cats ceased their mews and looked up, eyes shining with sadness and hopelessness. Dewstar watched her paws for a moment before looking back at the Clan. “In light of recent events, we have sent Yewstripe, our finest warrior, and his apprentice Copperpaw out to find Amberstorm.”
Dewstar stopped talking, as though the reality of it had numbed her. “And so…” she said finally, “In her absence, I appoint Treepelt as our interim deputy.” Dewmoon turned back into her den as Treepelt leaped down to the snowy forest floor. Many cats muttered their half-hearted congratulations and sincere sympathy to the heart-broken warrior.
“Don’t worry, Treepelt,” scarletpaw said, giving the temporary deputy and encouraging nudge, “Yewstripe will find her. He’s a better warrior than he is a cat.” Treepelt didn’t even laugh. She merely nodded and walked off into the dark forest.
Clan:fire
Rank:warrior
age:60 moons
Gender: she-cat
Description:light brown she-cat with blood red and gold streaks through her fur and big dark brown eye
Personality:short-tempered and a good fighter. sometimes doesn't get along with other cats. brave and loyal but sometimes rash.
History&IC: The fog was so thick that if it weren’t for the silent shadows flitting in and out, it would appear as though the fog had completely devoured the world inside it. The moon hung over the silent forest, silent except for the crickets chirping and the scuffling of paws over rocks. A shadow darted out into the open, a black cat with a white arrow on his back.
He was closely followed by a smaller, gray cat with jagged white stripes just barely visible in the pale moonlight. Their soft panting was masked by the chirping of insects and the swaying of the long grasses brushing against their fur. The black cat broke his sprint and turned sharply to his right.
“They’re over here, Cragpelt!” he called to his companion. The gray cat stopped and caught his breath before trotting over. There in the grass lay a tiny ball of fur, mewing piteously.
“Bristletail, where’s the other one?” Cragpelt asked the tabby, poking his slender gray head through a patch of crabgrass.
“Over there,” Bristletail mewed, nodding hastily to his left, his voice tense. “It’s dead.”
“Are you sure?” Cragpelt asked in a somber mew. He started for the spot his friend had indicated, but Bristletail blocked his way.
“I’ll check for you,” he said, curling his tail. “Take this one back to the camp.” He prodded the mewing golden kit with his paw, and Cragpelt reluctantly picked it up by the scruff of its neck. He wanted to stay behind, but the kit dangling from his mouth would surely die if he hesitated longer. Bristletail waited until Cragpelt was out of sight before he crept towards the second kit.
It was small and black, with a white arrow similar to his on its back. It let out a weak cry. Bristletail looked at it with uncertainty, but made up his mind. “Goodbye, dearest daughter,” he hissed, before bounding off into the deathly cold fog. The kit’s cries barely rose over the breath of the wind, but no one was around to hear it….
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The pale sun was low in the sky, gray clouds partially obscuring it. The sun was large and full, but the cold frost that blanketed the world below it swallowed the warmth and replaced it with biting cold.
A black she-cat stood out completely from the white snow crunching under her paws. scarletpaw sighed as she bounded out of another snow bank. The wet snow sucked her down farther and farther with each pawstep, until she touched the frozen ground hidden under the frost until new-leaf. scarletpaw shook, both to warm her small body and shake snow off of her pelt.
“Winterpaw,” she mewed crossly ahead of her, “wait up! You’re going too fast!” A gray head poked out over a snow bank ahead, a tom with deep green eyes.
“You’re just going too slow, scarletpaw,” Winterpaw jeered good-naturedly. He bounded over to her, his paws barely sinking into the snow before he leaped forward again. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, scarletpaw,” Winterpaw said seriously, but with a hint of humor in his mew. “Leaf-bare is my favorite season! There’s so much snow, the river’s icy and fun to slide on….”
“It’s freezing cold and there’s not a lot of prey,” scarletpaw added impatiently. “Let’s just get back to camp.”
“Alright, but the log to cross the river is that way,” Winterpaw nodded to his right, indicating a far-off, snow covered log over a gaping canyon that curved around. “Unless, of course, you want to walk around Sparkling Gorge.” Sparkling Gorge is what the cats of bassClan called the canyon separating them from North Forest, the rocky hunting grounds for blackClan cats. During new-leaf, the river rose and caught the sun’s light, causing it to sparkle brighter than the stars up in the sky.
“Of course not, you mouse-brained idiot,” scarletpaw said jokingly. “I want to jump it.” Winterpaw just shook his head in amusement. They followed the edge of the canyon until they reach a large patch of leafless trees. They groaned under the weight of the snow that had piled on top of their bare branches. The sharp rocks that the MountainClan cats were so used to leaping on where hidden under a thick sheet of snow, so it was easier for scarletpaw and Winterpaw to walk through it.
Before Winterpaw had even reached the log, a familiar scent hit his nose. He opened his mouth to smell it better, but before he could identify it, scarletpaw had.
“blackClan!” she hissed, but no sooner had she said it then a large gray cat leaped out of the dried-up shrubs that covered most of the forest floor and pinned her down. scarletpaw lashed out blindly, trying to kick the larger cat off of her. She twisted around to hide her soft underbelly, but the cat didn’t attack. Instead, he let her go.
“What are you doing in our hunting grounds?” the cat asked in a firm voice. Silverpaw turned her icy blue eyes up to look into the soft yellow eyes of Cragpelt, the new blackClan deputy.
“We’re sorry, Cragpelt,” Winterpaw said, lowering his head respectfully. “We wanted to see the Sparkling Gorge when it was frozen over.”
“Couldn’t you have seen it on your side?” Cragpelt asked triumphantly. Winterpaw had nothing to say, but scarletpaw did.
“Your side has a steeper slope,” she stammered, squirming away from Cragpelt and standing next to Winterpaw. “So it’s easier to see from a safe distance. Our land is too flat, and we’d surely fall into it.”
Cragpelt thought their excuse over, and laughed. “I’ll buy it this time,” he said seriously, with a touch of kindness. “But next time, you will get a closer look.” Winterpaw and scarletpaw silently watched until Cragpelt was out of view.
“He wouldn’t, would he?” scarletpaw asked.
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scarletpaw skittered over the frozen log, the snow-capped trees overhead releasing a small torrent of snow. A pile of damp snow landed on her head. She flattened her ears back and hissed, lashing out, and nearly falling off. Ahead of her, Winterpaw laughed.
“It’s snow, scarletpaw,” he mewed in amusement. scarletpaw shot him an irritated look and continued over to the other side of Sparkling Gorge. She turned back and looked over the edge. The bubbling river had frozen over, an icy sheen glinting like starlight. An image floated involuntarily into her mind, how Winterpaw’s eyes sparkled just like that….
A yowl snapped scarletpaw from her thoughts. She spun around and saw Winterpaw emerging from the dark forest and running towards her. “scarletpaw!” he cried, desperation in his meow. “Amberstorm… she-she’s gone missing!”
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The cats of bassClan were gathered under the giant boulder that jutted out from the mountain’s base, serving as a council area. The confused and worried mews rose through the air as Silverpaw came closer. She looked up to see Dewstar, the bassClan leader, talking gently to the brown cat beside her. scarletpaw recognized the cat as Treepelt, Amberstorm’s apprentice.
Amberstorm was bassClan’s valiant deputy, and had helped ForestClan get through more than any warrior could remember. Treepelt’s face was expressionless, except for her eyes, which reflected the grief she felt inside. The elders of the Clan were in the back, talking solemnly to each other.
“Cats of bassClan,” Dewmoon called in a chocked meow. The cats ceased their mews and looked up, eyes shining with sadness and hopelessness. Dewstar watched her paws for a moment before looking back at the Clan. “In light of recent events, we have sent Yewstripe, our finest warrior, and his apprentice Copperpaw out to find Amberstorm.”
Dewstar stopped talking, as though the reality of it had numbed her. “And so…” she said finally, “In her absence, I appoint Treepelt as our interim deputy.” Dewmoon turned back into her den as Treepelt leaped down to the snowy forest floor. Many cats muttered their half-hearted congratulations and sincere sympathy to the heart-broken warrior.
“Don’t worry, Treepelt,” scarletpaw said, giving the temporary deputy and encouraging nudge, “Yewstripe will find her. He’s a better warrior than he is a cat.” Treepelt didn’t even laugh. She merely nodded and walked off into the dark forest.