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Post by Tara on Dec 4, 2008 23:24:16 GMT -6
Ghostfeather stretched as new morning light filtered into the ShadowClan warriors den. He blinked open his eyes and sighed slightly. 'Another day,' he thought. He got to his feet and padded out into the clearing. So far no one was awake yet, but that would soon change, he was sure.
He went over to the freshkill pile. There wasn't much left. Ghostfeather grunted softly - he would see if he would be on a hunting patrol when the camp came alive. For now, he took a small rat from the pile and sat down to eat.
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Post by ' ' ' tally on Dec 4, 2008 23:34:54 GMT -6
A white she-cat slipped out of the warriors den. At first glance, this cat didn't exactially look that different from any other cat. Her body was smaller than the average cat, slight muscles rippling underneath a thicker white pelt hardly that noticeable. Her paws weren't that large, and almost looked breakable. Her pale blue eyes flickered around the clearing, and ears that didn't work twitched unhappily. She moved forward, her movements flowing and swift as she stepped over some rocks near the entrance of the leader's den. Calculating eyes looked out at the sleeping clan. The she-cat had woken early, which wasn't a huge surprise. She was plauged with dreams, nightmares most of the time, lately.
Whisperstar heard a sound and watched Ghostfeather cross the clearing. She shrugged in her mind, she just wanted a nice chat of some sort. Her thick white whiskers twitched as she slid around the corner and towards Ghostwhisper. Her lean white neck dipped in greeting as she greeted the tom. "Good morning Ghostfeather, I see I am not the only early bird." Her voice soft as she spoke. Her voice didn't seem that different, even though she couldn't hear it, unless you counted how when she spoke her voice had an almost musical edge. Whisperstar sat down near Ghostfeather, and glanced behind him slightly. She twitched her nose at the smaller fresh-kill pile. A hunting patrol would have to be sent out soon, they needed to get as much fresh-kill as possible before all the animals stopped coming out of their knooks and crannys. It was already still pretty snowy, but some of the smaller creatures hadn't had the sense to stop coming out for a while. Whisperstar glanced up at the whitened sky, the color near the same as her fur. "More snow soon." She murmered.
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Post by Laika on Dec 5, 2008 22:21:39 GMT -6
Tinklestep padded through the camp entrance and yawned widely, her gaping jaws opening to show rows of dangerously sharp, ivory teeth. Blinking repeatedly a few times, Tinklestep padded softly to the fresh-kill pile. Her belly was complaining from the the night that she spent with no food at all. She had been out on dawn patrol and barely gotten any sleep. She settled down quietly next to Ghostfeather and Whisperstar who towered over her beside the fresh-kill pile. She twisted her head up to look at her leader, who seemed to be observing the white sky.
"Whisperstar" Tinklestep bowed her head down slightly to show respect towards her leader. "Seems like it'll snow soon..." she remarked, her high voice cutting across the silence.
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Post by Tara on Dec 5, 2008 23:05:05 GMT -6
"Hello, Whisperstar, Tinklestep," Ghostfeather said respectfully. "Yes, snow seems to be on the way." He looked up at the sky, his heather blue eyes gleaming in the pale light reflecting off the snow. Ghostfeather gave his pale gray chest fur a few licks, then turned to Whisperstar. "Who is on the noon patrol? If I'm not, should I go hunting? We're running out of food, and we need all that we can get. I was hungry all night."
OOC:
Sorry for the short post - you guys make me look like a beginner :3
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Post by ' ' ' tally on Dec 5, 2008 23:22:19 GMT -6
The white she-cat turned at the sensation of pawsteps nearby. She lifted a corner of her mouth in a half-smile. Whisperstar did like her deputy, she was very loyal, and Tinklestep had a more colder view on things, opposing her own slightly softer view. The fur on her eardrums tickled as Tinklestep spoke, the way her mouth oriented allowed Whisperstar to comprehend. She cast another longer glance at the sky. Anybody who knew the Shadowclan leader would know she didn't like the snow one bit, nor the cold. Whispersar just liked the warmth, and enjoyed the warm sun on her pelt. She twitched her nose unhappily and sighed.
Whisperstar turned back to Ghostfeather when she felt the famillier tickle of his own voice. All the cats had different types of voices, so the different tickles on her ears made their own voices in her mind. She nodded. "We do need more fresh-kill, and the noon party is already planned to be made of apprentaces and mentors, so I think a hunting group would be fine. I'd like a chance to stretch my legs, so I'll go with you. Tinklestep, would you like to join us?" Whisperstar had the tendancy to talk quite a bit, but you could hear her commands clearly. Her commans where also more like requests, but those could know that if you didn't do it, hell would pay. She flicked her white tail against the dust of snow.
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Post by Laika on Dec 7, 2008 13:09:37 GMT -6
Tinklestep bobbed her heads towards Ghostfeather, eyeing the pale gray warrior with her sharp amber gaze with sympathy. The young warrior looked rather underfed, like many of her clanmates, including herself. Leaf-bare was definitely not going to be pleasant. Tinklestep glanced up at Whisperstar and nodded,
"I'd be happy to come along on the hunting patrol." Tinklestep nodded at Ghostfeather. She reached down and delicately picked up a rather malnourished-looking mouse from the fresh-kill pile. She dropped the mouse and examined it with disgust for a few heart-beats. The mouse was practically just a sack of bones. Shrugging, she swallowed the mouse in a gulp, crunching on the fragile bones. Her gaze traveled back to the fresh-kill pile, which consisted of a few pathetically puny rats and voles; definitely not enough to supply the entire clan for even a day. "It looks like the prey is getting scarce, we should stock up as much as possible before the snow worsens."
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Post by Tara on Dec 7, 2008 22:19:43 GMT -6
Ghostfeather nodded at Tinklestep, then quickly averted his gaze to keep from staring. He realized with a start how ragged his deputy's fur was. "Yes, I agree," he mumbled. He blinked his heather blue eyes and looked up at the sky. "We should leave before it starts to snow. It'll be harder to scent prey then."
Ghostfeather blinked again. Stupid furball. They knew that. Ghostfeather winced as his stomach growled; he crouched down to muffle the sound, then jumped to his paws and looked at Whisperstar. "Not to sound overly anxious," he said with a wry look, "but when should we leave?"
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Post by Laika on Dec 19, 2008 20:25:01 GMT -6
Tinklestep chuckled inwardly as Ghostfeather's stomach growled rather loudly. She looked up intently at Ghostfeather, as he spoke.
"I think you should take another mouse....as your stomach seems to be complaining." Tinklestep nodded towards Ghostfeather's stomach understandingly. "Just as long as we're able to bring back triple amount the prey, we'll be fine. We'll leave as soon as you finish eating...if you like." She believed that their clan's young warriors shouldn't be deprived of food as Ghostfeather was. Right now, they needed their warriors to be strong and be able to protect and clan. Who knew what kind of dangers leaf-bare could bring...
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Post by Tara on Dec 26, 2008 0:47:37 GMT -6
Ghostfeather swallowed nervously, ashamed of himself. But then, she was right. He quickly gulped down the last of the mouse and gave his pale chest fur a few more licks. Mostly to cover his embarrassment.
"I'm ready now," he said, stifling a burp. He closed his eyes slowly. What an excuse for a warrior! "I'll be sure to bring back thrice as much prey."
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