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Post by harmony on Jan 27, 2011 13:32:38 GMT -8
Ebony black paws prowled to the AshClan borders as the sun peeked her head over the horizon. His amber pools were touched with annoyance as he glanced up into her gorgeous rays, about the same color as his eyes. He didn't want to do this. It was against the rules. But he had to. There was no other choice. So, taking one deep breath, he stepped over the border. Then, turning his muscular frame to look back at the clan he'd left, he stepped further into the unknown, quiet. His muscles were tense and daring. He was as ready as he'd ever be.
Hiddenstar lashed his tail before lying down in the soil, then rubbing himself in SoulClan scent. It was better to do it near the border than farther in. Then, making sure he was covered in the foul scent, he sighed once more before setting off, racing as fast as his legs could carry him. His muzzle was parted and in the air, scenting for any prey he could find. He stopped, making sure that he wasn't lost, for he'd only been so deep in the territory once before (though he truly was very close to the border), and immediately turned left after hearing a bird's cry.
The black leader wasn't yet accustomed to stealing. He hated it with all of his heart. But his clan was starving, really. He couldn't see any other way of feeding it. It wasn't fair that SoulClan was so abunsant with food, and AshClan, with Ember Mountain scaring off all of the prey, was so low on it. They weren't the only ones. FrostClan was low on food also due to harsh conditions, but they seemed to muddle through. As did AshClan. They just needed some support, was all. And, not having the heart to ask his warriors to wake up with the sun just to steal prey, he decided to do it himself.
Not that they didn't steal either. The AshClan leader was turning his clan into class A thieves, and he hated every second of it. He grew up telling his clan mates that the warrior code was important. And now he was breaking it. How ridiculous he seemed. It's either stealing, or watching my home and family die off... he though, setting himself straight. By now he had a couple of small birds and a mouse. He was nearly finished.
But before he took another step, a sound of a rattling bush startled him. He glanced around, his heart pounding. At least he didn't smell like AshClan. But would the SoulClan cats recognize him at such an early hour? Maybe not. So he decided that he'd play it cool, and held his breath while he stood still. He didn't dare to make a break for it, in case he crashed into the follower.
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Post by dawneon* on Jan 27, 2011 18:41:20 GMT -8
needless to say, it was silent in the camp when lavasoul rose from her nest, the camp was dark and silent, showing just how early the feline was awake. she loved this time of day though, it was peaceful, relaxing. . . her's. slipping out of the warrior's den, she shook the moss free of her fluffy pelt, her ears twitching to pick up any sort of noise. the clan was asleep, and that meant that she was free for at least another hour, maybe two if she were lucky. stretching her long legs in front of her, she purred, feeling the cool dawn air on her paws and face.
casting one last glance around the camp, she began her usual routine; leave camp, decide where to go, watch the sunrise. it was something she'd done ever since she was young, only now, her journeys to find the perfect place were increasing in distance. the moment she was out of the camp, the she-cat paused, glancing on either side of her, debating on where to go. it was her conversation with smoketail a few days earlier that made up her mind. the shore, that was where she felt like going this morning.
her leaf-bare-lean form was quiet until she reached patches of grass, at which point the deputy trotted across the strange powder with soft crunchy footfalls. she loved the colder months, it just felt nice to be able to be warm, yet have the cold air rushing through your fur. ears flicking at the sound of prey, she was half-tempted to stop for a bit of breakfast, but judging by the faintest light that was beginning to appear, she didn't have that much time. letting her stride stretch, she found a comfortable pace between a jog and a run, letting her muscles stretch and collapse with each step.
leaving the cover of the trees, the maine coon slowed quickly, her breath catching as she came onto the shoreline, seeing the faintest glow from the coming sunrise. closing her eerie crimson eyes for a moment, the she-cat took a deep breath of salty, sea air, a rare lavasoul smile creeping across her face. but something caught her attention. pricking her ears and glancing around the shore, she frowned, confused. it sure seemed like it was a soulclan scent, but there was something. . . . off about it. hello?
[/b] she called, her voice both questioning yet authoritative, utterly confused. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by harmony on Jan 28, 2011 14:40:17 GMT -8
Hiddenstar didn't even dare to let out a breath as the deputy of SoulClan walked so close to him. He was in the shrubs, dangerously close to the shore. His amber eyes glittered as he tried to size her up, deciding whether or not he could fight her. He certainly could, but revealing anything too soon could result in a war between them. So he stayed still and looked around, trying to discover a way out.
His amber orbs glittered as he looked around in confusion. Something wasn't right, and he just couldn't put his paw on it. But he ignored it for now, and tried to decide on how he'd get out of this predicament.
The ebony leader frowned, cursing at himself. Of all the cats to meet, it had to be the deputy! The only way it could get any worse was for it to be Branchstar himself, thank StarClan that wasn't the case and this she-cat wasn't suspicious. His eyes darted around for his prey, and considered making a run for it. But that could be foolish. If Lavasoul was able to catch up to him, he'd be seen crossing the border, and then war would be the only option. So he had to say something- it was the only way out. If he just remained silent she'd come in and see him. Hopefully he looked like a clanmate from afar.
"Hi... I was just hunting... for SoulClan..." he muttered, feeling absolutely mouse-brained. He'd tuned up his voice a bit, not making it sound suspicious, but just enough to make it not sound like him. And then he quietly gasped, realizing what his eye had failed to see before.
Surrounding him were plants. Rows of plants. But they were all dead. Except for the live ones, of course. But out of all the of the plants around him, only three of them were green. He tilted his head in confusion. It looked as if whatever had killed the others had passed right over the living. How odd. But the dead ones still served as good shelter, so he remained hidden from the SoulClan cat, turning his mind away from the peculiar plants. [/color][/font] |
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Post by dawneon* on Jan 29, 2011 10:38:38 GMT -8
sharp claws digging into the rough sand as she searched the shoreline, crimson eyes concerned as no reply came back. her large size gave her an advantage at times when it came to intimidation, but she didn't like to intimidate others when she had the choice. twitching her tail as the she-cat scented the air again, turning on her tracker mode, the main thing that made her valuable in her clan. she could track better than most, but it was a secret kept from other clans, she was their secret weapon when it came to finding things.
who's here?
[/b] she called, finding the general direction that the other cat was, farther from the ocean than near, towards the south, not too far away. but there was still the nagging thought that it wasn't a soulclan cat, for multiple reasons. firstly, the scent wasn't one that she recognised, and secondly, it just smelled off. . . narrowing down the scent trail, her gaze landed on a collection of scrub brush. most of it dead. but in the pre-dawn light, all that she could make out were shadows. you're making me miss the sunrise, so i'd highly suggest you show yourself.[/b] her sarcastic tone was aimed at the bushes, not even sure if she was looking in the right spot. glancing over a shoulder back out at the ocean, the first tendrils of the sunrise were beginning to slip out of the ocean, turning the sky a pinkish grey. muttering about having to miss what was bound to be a gorgeous sunrise, she turned her attention back to the bushes, her mind not even registering the fact that most of them were dead, she'd seen them before, it wasn't new to her. crimson gaze glaring into the brush, she waited. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by harmony on Feb 2, 2011 6:17:55 GMT -8
Hiddenstar sat, nervous as could be. He grunted- of course the she-cat wasn't stupid! She wanted him to who himself. So he resulted in doing the only thing he could- he bolted.
The black leader took off, hoping his paws were quiet enough for her to not fully understand that he was leaving. There just may be a chance that he was faster than her. So he kept running, the prey he could carry in his maw. He'd managed to grab mostly all of it, leaving behind only a bird that seemed too scrawny anyway. The cold wind pressed against his fur and sneaked into his coat, causing him to shiver a bit. But his amber gaze was hard and focused on his destination point ahead. He was determined to make it.
He ran and ran, his legs growing sore. His destination seemed to get farther and farther away, but he kept at it. As he ran through the foreign territory, he recalled a time where he'd done something similar. He'd been a younger apprentice, and he'd wandered over the FrostClan border. They were on him at once, but when he'd crossed over his own border they'd seen him go over it. Now he had to be smarter. Quickly changing direction, Hiddenstar aimed to go straight into FrostClan. For how better to divert the enemy by making them think they were chasing a different enemy?
He would have chosen AspenClan, but FrostClan was closer. It would have been easy for him to get cut off by another cat going in a straighter path if he'd veered too far right. His muscles rippling with the prey still in his jaws, Hiddenstar could faintly make out the white snow ahead of him. He scowled, for the large tom hated snow and the cold, but it was also the best place to lose scent. As long as he didn't turn around and the she-cat didn't recognize his expression, he'd be okay.
With one giant leap of faith, Hiddenstar leaped over the border. Now the only way the SoulClan cat would follow was if she was willing to break borders in persuit, which was hopefully not the case. So he kept running up a bit, snow starting to penatrate his vision and irritate him completely as he went farther up. Just pretend it's Ember Mountain... he thought, trying to imagine the heat in this storm. Once he'd made it farther up, he darted behind a pine and turned, peering cautiously through the pine leaves.
((He could even get away with it, but because SoulClan and FrostClan really don't get along, it could start a mini-battle or a war...?)) [/color][/font] |
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