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Post by Kitty on Jul 17, 2008 20:21:31 GMT -5
All was quiet, as darkness blanketed the earth, it looked as if there was no begining or end to SilverPelt, no visual line to separate the glittering sky from the dark forest below. The trees were thick, the trunks larger than most, growing so close together it was nearly impossible to walk upon the ground in most places. Unless you were an insect, or possibly a rodent. Under the trees, on what little ground you could see, there was soft soil and leaves, most of the leaves blending in with the soil, decomposing slowly over the moons. There wasn't much grass though, for the canopy let in little to no sunlight, and what few rays did shower through the leaves, lit up the branches of other trees, not making it through all the way to the forest floor. Here and there you could see the trees begining to thin away into tiny clearings, meadows is what they call them. Here, the grass is tall and thick, dandelions and white daisies dotted the lovely terrain. In one of these clearings you'll see a small pond with clear water and a pebbled and sandy bottom, little minnows and mullets have made this pond their home. Occasionally some tadpoles were found simming about, feeding off of tiny plants at the bottom of the pond, until they grew legs and hopped onto land as one of the many brightly colored tree frogs that, abviously, found this forest a very exquisite place to live. In this forest there are about three or so of these fairly small meadows. One of these, being the home to a group of cats known as ThicketClan....
Each individual star glitters in the sky, shining bright, until they slowly, vaguely, begin to dissapear, one by one. Now look at these stars through the eyes of a warrior, you'll see something else, something beyond just stars. You'll see the lives of many other warriors flashing with these stars. A young clan cat lays in a near by meadow, the smallest in the forest, many cats don't even know it's there, and she gazes at the night sky. Her blue eyes turn a dazzling lavender as the moon hits them just right, before dipping behind the mountains to be replaced by the sun. Though, the sun wouldn't be coming up for another few hours or so. So here the she-cat lay, her dazzling eyes, that had given her her name; Wisteriastar (previously Wistariavine), gazing up at the moon and the stars that danced around it. A stiffled sigh supressed from the she-cat's parted muzzle, and her eyes closed as she rested her chin on the top of her paws. The glow of the moon showered directly onto her milky white pelt, making it shimmer far more than normal, almost like the surface of a diamond, or better yet, a star. Her long tail flicked up and down rythmically against the soft lacey grass beneath her. It stretched behind her, just as long, if not longer, than the rest of her body. It was thin, and covered in a thick layer of short, white fur, like the rest of her. Sharp, white claws unsheathed, grabbed at the soil, as she kneaded the ground. Soft purring escaped from her chest, to her throat, filling the silent night air with a bit of a musical sound.
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Post by leo on Jul 23, 2008 11:34:50 GMT -5
The moon's light made the pond shine, like a lake of liquid silver. Every pebble, even, shined nearly as bright as the stars of silverpelt, and the eyes of a little brown cat, even brighter.
In the day, Leafswirl's eyes were a rather muted color, such a translucent green they were almost white. But under the moonlight, they shone like emeralds. Her fur was about the same color, light brown with a darker brown siamese pattern, though it shone beautifully as well. And equally as beautiful, was Mullet Pond, where Leafswirl resided at the moment, basking in the moonlight. The pebbles were small, mostly all white, which made them shine lke a bed of pearls at this time of night. The small river that ran through Thicketclan was thinner as it neared Mulletpond, forming into a pleasant brook which trickled into the water, one of Leafwirl's favorite sounds. At times like this, she would tilt her face uptowards the moon, close her eyes, and listen.
During the normal day, excitement and adventuresomeness ('I'm ratherr sure thats not a word. XD) radiated off Leafswirl in waves. She was playful, adventuresome, and willing to try just about anything - but every night she took the time to wind out, let all her worries leave her. Most of the time she did it hear, at mullet pond, or if she didn't have time to come here, she wopuld go to one of the little meadows close to camp. She loved it there too, laying on her back in the tall grass, letting the stovcks ris above her like walls, opening in the spot she had flatened so she could gaze at the stars.
Yes, it seemed like a good life and a care-free cat. But no one knew what she was really doing ever night.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 24, 2008 20:25:21 GMT -5
The silhouette of a rather large feline, stood nearing the end of a long gnarled tree branch, that stretched out overhanging a little clearing. Below the trees, he could see the reflection of stars upon the silver metallic surface of the Mullet Pond. His already fluorescent yellow eyes, stood out even more as they glowed under the shadows of the trees. Bunching his muscles, he crouched, his fluffy belly fur just barely tickling the bark of the tree limb underneath him. Pinpointing a branch just a few fox lengths below him, he jumped, pushing off with his backpaws, his fore legs outstretched, claws unsheathing, tail flailing out behind him, for balance. In less than a second, his claws were gripping for the next branch, digging into the bark, his tail hanging in the air limply. A few more branches down and he'd be close enough to leap to the ground. Enhaling, he leapt again, copying those same movements. Landing safely on the tree limb, he did this about three more times, and then his paws were on soil again. A rush of relief surged through him, and he realized he'd been holding his breath. Releasing it, he allowed his muscles to relax again. He wasn't a ThicketClan cat, therefor he was not used to climbing trees. He'd gotten a bit better what, with his coming here every few moonhighs. Luckily, for him, the meadow with Mullet Pond was closest to the border where there weren't as many trees to travel through. This cat, in fact, was from TimberClan, where there only dead trees, few left standing. So this was really a big disadvantage for him.
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Post by leo on Jul 24, 2008 20:43:28 GMT -5
Doing this always made Leafswirl so scared. It was against the warrior code, she knew that - but was it wrong? How could it be wrong if it was truly how she felt? So, in this situation, Leafswirl's natural instinct was to freeze as she heard claws against wood - but the fear it instilled, the fear she had been founds, lasted less than a second, for to be found was why she was here. Found by Slyspell, that is.
She was quickly on her feet, and turned around just as quickly. She could not relax and call out to him just yet, though, for there was always a chance that it was someone else. And if she called out his name - what would happen then? She took a few more steps, and mewed softly, "Hello?" She stared into the dark trees, unable to see anything. She might have grown up in Thicketclan, but there was only one thing in the worl she hated, that she truly hated, and that was the Thicketclan forests at night. It was almost pithchblack, and where it wasn't, shadows were thrown harshly across your pelt. Even in if you looked up was dark, you couldn't see the sky at all. The ground too - it felt like you were swimming, or rather drowning, in shadows. Mullet pond and the three grassy meadows were Leafswirl's only escape from this - she had never slept in camp since she became a warrior, which had worked in her favor. No one was suspicious that her nest was cold in the morning - she didn't have to be worried about being followed when she snuck out at night to see Slyspell.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 24, 2008 21:06:41 GMT -5
The darkness consumed him, making it nearly impossible, if you weren't a cat that is, to see him at night. For his pelt was black, and in certain lightings you could see spots of ashy gray. Though now, crisscrossing shadows still overlapped his figure, as he stood in hiding for a few seconds longer. Hearing the she-cat's gentle voice, a sly grin spread across his mask. His ears swivled in the direction the mew had come from and he darted from the shadows and into the moonlight. Now you could see his pelt, a mixture of silvers and deep grays packed into the jet black that swirled around his muscular frame. Paws the size of a regular sized warrior's face, thudded against the ground softly, he wasn't too worried about keeping quiet. They were far from ThicketClan's camp and every cat would be asleep by now. Well, every cat but Leafswirl, anyways. He held his fluffy tail out behind him, low, but not dragging against the ground, as he headed more and more into the light. Closer and closer to the bank of Mullet Pond.
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Post by leo on Jul 24, 2008 21:16:10 GMT -5
A loud purr filled Leafswirl's throat as she padded to meet the tom. It was the time she looked forward to, all day - moonhigh. The time she could she Slyspell. As she neared him, she waited for him to fully exit the darkness. She could see his grey silver fur in theb moon light, but his face was still darkened in shadows. And, though she saw him nearly every moonhigh, she was struck by his handsomeness every time. It might have to do with the fact that she liked him so much, but as far as Leafwirl was concerned, he was the most beautiful cat in all the clans. "Slyspell." She mewed in greeting, a smile spreading across his face, her whole small body warm with happiness.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 24, 2008 21:41:21 GMT -5
"Leafswirl." His voice was deep, mysterious, yet the word came out as if he were out of breath, almost like he was sighing her name. The first thing he always noticed, was the first thing he saw when he met Leafswirl, her beautiful, almost white - light green eyes. He'd seen her at a gathering, or rather, her eyes. In the large swarm of cats, and the mixture of different clans, he didn't know who she was. Now this was a while back, when he was a newly appointed warrior, this being only his second gathering or so, he didn't know many cats from the other five clans. Though her eyes stood out, and when he caught a glimpse of them he couldn't tear his own eyes away. When her gaze met his, he stood in the crowd, frozen to that spot. Blinking, he quickly had looked away, feeling his skin grow hot under his thick fur. The rest of the night he kept looking for her, with no luck. Until... the end of the gathering; cats from each clan were begining to form little groups separating from each other, each getting ready to head back to their own territory. That's when he spotted her eyes again, this time seeing the rest of the beautiful she-cat. She belonged to ThicketClan, and he just had to go over and talk to her. On his way over, another cat had stopped him. It was Shadestar. He was getting everyone lined up, and said it was time to go. He nodded, and turned away, disappointment flooding over him.
When he got back to camp for days after that gathering he couldn't stop thinking-and dreaming about that she-cat, he worked his tail off trying to get invited to the next gathering. Unfortunately when the full moon came around he wasn't chosen as the few who'd be going along. So, stupidity overcame him, he waited a little after moonhigh, when the gathering would have already been well over started, and snuck out of camp, into the forest and towards FallenStones. When he made it, the gathering was almost to an end, and he couldn't find the she-cat anywhere, he didn't even know her name. Sighing and feeling ashamed more than ever, he hurried back to camp. It was hard trying to stay ahead of the others, and he had to take a separate route so they wouldn't scent or catch up to him. Luckily he caught a few mice on the way back, and no one had suspected a thing. When the next full moon rolled around, he hadn't expected to be chosen to go, and those green-white eyes had almost left his mind... But when Shadestar called out his name as one of the cats to journy with him to FallenStones, they came pouring back. This time, she was there, this time he refused to leave without talking to her, without knowing her name. That's when they met. When they actually talked, and talked and talked. The whole way back to camp he felt like he was torn between his clan and her, though he didn't even know the she-cat, he felt like they'd grown up together.
That night, his dreams were filled with her, that's when he decided to sneak to ThicketClan. He had to know if she felt the same way. He didn't even know how to explain it, but the feeling was there. A strange feeling, one that he'd never felt before in his life. It almost scared him at first, but he loved it. Everytime he thought of her, dreamt of her, spoke to her, saw her lovely eyes, heard her voice, or even her name, he felt like the entire world was drowned out, everything was good in life, all his worries and problems had disappeared, and all he needed was her to be happy. Of course, he knew that wasn't true. It was hard to hide something like this from his clan, and he knew it was hard for her too. They wouldn't be able to see each other as much as they wanted, that was for sure. But he wasn't about to give up. Days turned to weeks and weeks to moons, they became friends, really close friends, best friends, and most of all, Slyspell knew he was in love with her.
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Post by leo on Jul 24, 2008 22:18:53 GMT -5
His face emerged from the shadows, and he said her name. Leafwirl sighed happily. When ever she stared into those bright, yellow eyes, she was flung into memories.
Leafswirl vividly remembered her first gathering - She had been apprenticed nearly a moon late, and she was nearly nine moons at this time. She had been so excited - she was unable to anticipate how much closer to warriorhood this would make her feel. Her eyes flickered across the clearing - she had never seen such big rocks as the standing stones, and she had never seen as many cats. One particularly handsome young warrior caught her eye - and the fact he was a warrior made him all the more attractive. But the thought was fleeting - Leafpaw's attention was quickly pulled to the leaders mounting the large rocks to give their speeches. As they were about half way through their speeches, though, Leafpaw's mind began to wander again. As she was looking around, her eyes were once more attracted to the handsome tom - he was looking around, apparently trying to descretley find someone, but she couldn't quite catch his eye. As the gathering ended, she sat, not forming into a little group like most of the cats. She breifly caught the tom's eyes, before his leader, Shadestar, rounded him up and he was swept away with the rest of his clan.
At the gathering, she hadn't really been too consumed by the tom, but she found him entering her thoughts often enough doing the day. She was secretly anticipating seeing him at the next gathering - but to her dismay, she wasn't even invited. Thoughts of him became more constant (With absence the heart grows fonder) And she was overjoyed when she was invited to the gathering. She was watching him a bit at first - and when he came up and talked to her, she was beyond delighted. She found out his name was Slyspell, and they talked and talked. About a week after that gathering, she was named Leafswirl, and after just a few days of being a warrior, she got in the habit of sleeping outside of camp, at Mullet pond, so it wasn't suspicious at all when she astarted meeting Slyspell there. And there she was, to this day - and she had truly fallen in love.
The moment she could see his face, she rushed up to him, nuzzling her head under his chin. "Its been too long." She mewed. They hadn't seen eachother in about three days.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 24, 2008 22:51:15 GMT -5
Slyspell pressed his chin against the top of Leafswirl's head, and closed his eyes, taking in the moment. "I know, Leafswirl." He whispered into one of her deep chocolate brown ears. As he spoke he felt as if he could taste her as much as he smelled her, her sweet scent drifting to the scent glands on the roof of his mouth. He drank in her smell as much as he could, hoping it'd linger a little on his fur. Though before he headed back to his own clan, he'd have to wash it away, covering it in some other, stronger scent. "I've missed you so much." He mewed, allowing himself to talk over a whisper, though still he kept his voice down, just in case. All this time, he hadn't been caught, and he was more concerned about her being caught than himself, he wasn't going to mess it up now. The moon's soft white rays reflected off the pool of water, dappling onto the cats' pelts. A small frog jumped into the water, the tiny splash breaking the silence, cutting the moment short as Slyspell opened his eyes, ears flicking toward the sound, a jolt rushing through his body. He looked just in time to see the water rippling, into larger and larger ringlets of water, until they blended into the rest of the surface, and slowed down till the water was still once more.
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Post by leo on Jul 24, 2008 22:57:21 GMT -5
Leafwirl licked his cheek. "I know! I wish you were in Thicketclan. Or I was in Timberclan." She mewed, her pale eyes flickering to the pond as a frog jumped in it. "Lets sit at the shore." She mewed, beging to pad in that direction. The way the moon glowed on its surface at this time made it as reflective as a mirror, and it was beautiful to sit at it's edge and watch.
((Sorry so short - my mom is getting mad. Have to go to the table!))
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Post by Kitty on Jul 24, 2008 23:07:17 GMT -5
Slyspell flinched at her next words. "I wish you were in ThicketClan." He wanted to be with her always, all the time, everyday, but he couldn't stand the thought of leaving his clan either. Then she said she wished she was in TimberClan. Did she really wish she was? Or did she feel like him? Trapped. Torn between the two things she loves. Him. And her clan. He frowned, but didn't let her see it. His next thoughts ashamed him. Would she be able to survive in TimberClan? Even if Shadestar let her stay, which i'm pretty sure he would not, would she make it through their rough clan life? TimberClan cats trained still as warriors, practicing a certain routine every day. They were much different from the other clans. Of course she would be able to survive. He cursed himself inwardly. How dare he doubt her like that. Still, this only showed how hard their love life was. The one phrase that the two shared and often thought of, the one thing that kept them going was; 'Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.' They were living proof that that quote was true. He would often repeat this quote to himself when he wasn't with her. His mind would always trail off onto thoughts of her, there wasn't a time that he wasn't thinking of her, and he had to be extra careful that he wouldn't blurt out her name to someone in a conversation. He almost wanted to sigh in relief at her next words. Smiling, he let happiness consume him, and nodded, following her towards the bank of Mullet Pond...
ooc: it's okay, i know how that is. x]
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Post by leo on Jul 25, 2008 12:42:21 GMT -5
She sat at it's edge, the water just lapping at her paws. "I am in Thickerclan..." Leafswirl mewed, her voice trailing off at the end. She knew what he meant - they were torn both of them. Between their clans and their loves. Of course, they loved their clans, too. And Their friends, as well. Leafswirl felt constantly guilty. She just wanted to tell someone so bad sometimes - how could she keep this a secret? She truly loved her clan mates, and her friends, maybe not in the same way she loved Slyspell, but she loved them, all the same. And it hurt with unimaginable pain that every second of every day, she was lying to them. That they trusted her, that they even liked her, baffled her. If they knew about Slyspell, what would they do? Would they forgive her -or regect her?
She longed to have the freedom of not caring what others thought. She knew Slyspell didn't judge her - never had and never would. But he wasn't the only component of her life. How she wished he was. If only it was that simple. And, if she stared itno his eyes, just got lost in his presence, for a few fleeting moments, it was. But that never lasted. She remembered her clan, her freinds, her leader, Wisteriastar, how every time she met with Slyspell, she was betraying them. But her love was to strong, she couldn;t stop seeing Slyspell. She wanted terribly to bear his kits - but then everyone would know. It just couldn't happen.
She put on a smile, tearing her eyes away from their vivid expression, and gazing into his yellow eyes. "So hows it going in Timberclan? Is there a particular kit you've got your eyes on to apprentice?" She mewed. She was looking forward to having an apprentice her self - which made it a good thing she didn't meet Slyspell in the day. She wouldn't have to make any excuses on why she couldn't train _____paw that day.
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Post by Kitty on Jul 27, 2008 18:01:41 GMT -5
ooc: He didn't say he wished she was in ThicketClan, he was remembering and repeating what she had said, in his mind. cx
"Well, the only kit in TimberClan is Thornkit." He answered, focusing on not the water, but the reflection of his love in the silverly surface. She looked so beautiful, even in the rippling water's reflection. The moonlight hit the water just right, shimmering, and bouncing off the water to shower on the two cat's pelts, lighting up their eyes, so they both almost looked white. Ghostly white. "What about you?" He asked, he didn't want to tell her about the problems with Thornkit's mother, going off to join rogues, neglecting her only kit. It was wrong to bring up things that would make TimberClan seem weak, it would just embarrass him, besides he shouldn't be here in the first place. Talking about his clan and their problems would make everything worse if someone were to catch them.
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Post by Happy on Aug 4, 2008 4:34:19 GMT -5
The small figure of a cat sat on a thick branch, looking down on the small clearing below it. ThicketClan's territory held such little clearings that it was almost amazing that their ancestors were to have found it at all. However, there it came, as if StarClan themselves had given it to them. The cat on the tree continued to watch below, towards her camp. Stiffness ached at her muscles; even though the cat was awake, they were asleep. It was about time to wake them up, since her time as nightime watch would be over soon. The cat stood up on the branch, turning to a luxurious stretch, her muscles first shrieking in protest, then loosening. Her pelt was caught in a ray of moonlight- most moonlight in ThicketClan were hidden by the many leaves from the trees- hit her pelt, turning it into a dazzling white-silver. Even in the darkness her pelt was a pale gray, for her real pelt color was pure white, almost like a splash of milk. And that was her name. Milksplash turned her eyes up above, her pale blue eyes turning almost white in the moonlight. All she saw were the dark leaves, though the she-cat knew that in a few hours turn the day would come and she would be able to rest. The warrior looked down once again to her camp, where not a cat stirred. She remembered before that Wisteriastar had left the camp, though she did not question her leader; she knew the leader of ThicketClan, and knew her enough to know that she was the type who weren't to stay put, even in the middle of the night. Despite that she knew this, Milksplash almost had a strange feeling to her, almost as if she was missing something that was important.. But the white warrior pushed it away, her attention set back on camp. She was to report anything unusual, or even see if there was an attack on the camp. But neither of those were happening, so she shouldn't wake any cat up. There was no reason too either: her feeling weren't always right, so why should it be right this time?
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Post by Mazun on Aug 4, 2008 15:56:28 GMT -5
!!ooc!!
I remember someone saying something about the dens being hollowed tree's or thickets, so I hope this is okay. It's not the best 'intro' I've ever done, it's actually rather short...
!!bic!!
The moon's light was soft. So soft, in fact, it failed to wake the she-cat laying in the middle of the hollowed tree, no matter how much her brother would have liked it too. The tom sitting in the entrance to that same tree glanced down at his sleeping sister, and moved his gaze once again to sky. He could not bring himself to wake her sleeping form, no matter how much he wished to speak to her. And there was no cause for alarm, there was no reason for them to converse, but he still wished for it so.
The siblings were used to each others company, and though it had been many moons since they had left the nursery and started on their own paths she still visited him during the night. The brown tabbied tom felt somewhat responsible for the she-cat's night-time excursions. He had chosen his own way, one away from other cats and she had still followed and remained a loyal sister. He smirked slightly at the thought, that she cared so. Larchthorn gazed at the glowing orb that was the moon, flicking his tail back and forth.
His sister, cloaked in shadow, slept. Her brown pelt seemed black as night in the darkness. Nettleleaf's breathing deepened as she stirred from her slumber. Brilliant green eyes blinked as she yawned and woke. Larchthorn turned at the noise of her waking, "Oh, did I wake you?" he mewed, half expecting her not to reply.
"What, no snappy retort, Larchthorn?" the she-cat replied, knowing fully well her brothers volatile temper didn't always apply to her. He'd long since learned to hold his tongue around his family.
The Medicine cat turned his head to the side and moved his shoulders in something akin to a shrug. His gaze moved from the tidy den across the rest of the camp. He doubted anyone else would be awake. All seemed calm, though he could never quite shake the feeling that someone was watching. But it had to be Starclan, for they were forever watchful of the clans.
Nettleleaf looked on at the thoughtful expression on her brothers face, and padded out into the clearing the camp was in. Larchthorn joined his sister as they both leapt up into the trees. The moonlight was enough to see by as they circled the edge of camp, walking for the sake of walking and talking in soft tones of average things.
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