norrah
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Post by norrah on Mar 26, 2011 14:40:48 GMT -8
[/img][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [bg=000000] Iif you find you’re falling
And all your grace is gone… The bright morning sun had just begun to surface above the Eastern horizon, and the early light streaming in through the leafy canopy overhead had not yet warmed the crisp air to a comfortable temperature. Hawkeye crept, slowly and carefully, along the twisting path that cut into his clan’s territory. His eyes swept the scenery in front of him until landing on some small bird; his body pressed close to the ground, each of his carefully calculated footsteps carried him silently forward. The bird picked at something in the ground, hopping around the same spot on the ground. Hawkeye tensed up, his head low, his legs close together, ready to spring forward. But a beam of light, in its daily ritual of brushing the earth in an arc, rested on Hawkeye a moment too long. The bird spotted him a second too soon, he leapt forward like some patchwork projectile, claws grasping at empty air. In a confusing flurry of wing-flapping and chirping, the bird, and a congregation of its kindred rose from the trees like a cloud to go settle and forage in a less dangerous area. Someone’s losing their touch. Staring upwards at the retreating birds, Hawkeye let out a growl of annoyance. Critical as he was of himself and his failure, he kept moving, under whatever cover the shadows could still offer him. Not only did he not catch his prey – which, really, was an acceptable mistake, nobody completed every single hunt, after all – but now he had contaminated the area. All other small creatures would no doubt be extra-cautious, or at least leaving the area of the disturbance. Never mind the smaller creatures – the forest housed predators further up the food chain than Hawkeye, predators that were also now alerted of his presence. Evacuating the spot as covertly as he could at a light trot, he recounted what just happened. He was sloppy, no doubt about it. This time, his heart just wasn’t in it. He stalked the bird out of habit more than anything. Because you didn’t come out here to hunt, did you? His thought asked from the back of his mind. Hawkeye broke into a sprint, accelerating along the ground and upwards into a tree. Taking his place on one of the lower branches, he watched snakepath lazily, resting his head on one paw, tail swinging underneath him. It’s true, he came all the way out here because he couldn’t sleep. This was a rare event, but every now and again… Once a moon, or less, he would find himself watching for a flicker of brown and black fur, like his… Like his mother’s. He wondered if he was taken, how he would try to come back to the clan. Would his sisters? Maybe it was never a home, a refuge for them as much as it was for him. Even if they came back, he wouldn’t have to be the one to find him first, the clan would let them know. Of course, they weren’t kits now… They weren’t clan mates, they would be intruders…
Hopping back down, a little more angrily than he would normally have, he started back for the clan camp. What did he care? He just didn’t get enough sleep.
doing ”speaking” thinking Just scream for me and I’ll be what you’re falling on [/td][/tr][/table] |
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Post by Juniper on Apr 6, 2011 18:33:33 GMT -8
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The world was so dark. Pitch blackness surrounded her like an entire flock of crows – a murder of crows. They swept past her, their wings beating relentless, swirling a sea of icy wind into her face. But strangely, she felt no pain, even as their sharp-edged wings bit into her flesh. She felt nothingness, and this frightened her more than anything else. This also… fascinated her. Her eyes round with surprise, she leaned closer into the void and… awoke.
Mothkit gently shook herself from her dream. Or was it classified as a nightmare? Either way, she woke from her slumber with a tangle of thoughts swimming in her mind. For the past moon, she had been receiving strange dreams – all having to do with blackness and a sort of void feeling. A sensation indescribable but powerful. But as a kit of just 3 moons, she could not comprehend these odd visions. Once, she could’ve sworn by StarClan that she had seen a very dimly lit forest. Just a mere flash of the image before it vanished from sight. And even more curious, she had sensed a buildup of fury and frustration upon visiting this spectral location. She couldn’t tell if these emotions reverberated from the forest she had glimpsed, from her own feelings, or both.
Now that she was awake, she wished she were not. A torturous sun shone its blinding light into her face. Wriggling around on the ground did not help, so she struggled to her paws. Her bleary gaze scanned her surroundings dully. She was in the woods, but it definitely wasn’t the woods from her dream. Or was it? Cautiously, she slunk around, her fur still bristling from her experience with the nightmare. Her dark brown eyes wandered around the landscape. Nothing. She did not sense the emotions she had felt in her dreams. Instead of a dark forest scene, she saw bright, peach-tinted tree trunks adorned with an array of scarlet, lime green, and poisonous yellow beetles. She saw wide clumps of bracken marking the edges of worn-down trails. She saw masses or wriggling life burrowing deep into the wet soil. She saw all this and finally registered where she was – Snakepath.
But what was she doing there? The Snakepath was on AspenClan territory, and she was of SoulClan. A momentary bout of confusion struck her, but she shrugged it off. Her lope was not easy and graceful as she stumbled over thick tree roots and long stretches of ivy and moss. She was streaking off in a random direction, not knowing where her destination lay, not knowing where her point of origin was. Soon, she broke into a clearing. Here, sunny rays streamed onto a bright patch of grass, where birds and other prey basked.
It was a happy little scene until something interrupted it. A tri-colored, earth tone-palette pelted cat slouched in, its muscles bunched as if to launch itself at one of the birds. But before he had the chance too, the entire flock scattered. From her perch atop a particularly tall tree root, Mothkit observed these activities. Her gaze did not waver, her tail hung still over the root. The new cat, a tom from AspenClan, did not seem too disappointed, only vaguely surprised. And to her astonishment, he charged up the tree she was resting on, and clambered into one of the higher branches. He crawled into a little nook fashioned from the wide branches, flicked his tail, then swung downwards. Perplexed, the young SoulClan kit hurried after him. As she fell into step with his, she chirruped politely, “How do you do? I’m Mothkit and I like this place a lot. It’s real peaceful isn’t it? You can hear everything – trees, bees, flowers… Oh I know they don’t much make sound but they do really. You just have to listen… My I forgot to ask your name. Which is…?”
Mothkit was determined to begin forging good relations in this Clan. It would be, perhaps, the only way they would accept her. If the tales fed to her by her fellow Clanmates were to be believed, her mother had once belonged to this Clan but was rather hated and turned into an outcast. Exiled too. And that would not make a good start if she was to survive. By each passing day, the hate she felt for her mother only grew more.
“Mothkit lies”
Mothkit plots revenge… hehe
Mothkit does
Word Count; 732
Tags; Hawkeye
OoC; Sorry about how long it took, I wanted to wait until Mothkit was created!
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norrah
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Post by norrah on Apr 23, 2011 16:24:37 GMT -8
[/img][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] [bg=000000] Iif you find you’re falling
And all your grace is gone…
At a first glance, a forest was… just a forest. Some dirt, some trees, some air. But that description didn’t really do the AspenClan’s territory justice.
Hawkeye remembered first seeing this scene when he was but a kitten, unable to pull the claws into his feet, and unable to fully stand upright. Everything around him was always so vivid and so absolute. There was never anything more to what Hawkeye saw, or so he thought at the time. But with every passing day, he noticed something new, something he hadn’t seen before. And with the cycles of the moon, his image of dirt, trees, and air morphed into an environment too complex to fully hold in one’s mind, or to describe in words.
Now, as a full-grown adult, what Hawkeye noticed tended to be significantly smaller, but significantly more telling. He knew, for example, the sounds it made at any given time of day. Maybe he couldn’t point out every little noise by itself, but Hawkeye had a decent enough feel for it. Then there was the earthy, natural smell of it all. Again, Hawkeye couldn’t necessarily match each individual scent to a specific source, but he knew what the norm was.
The feel of the Aspen grove, the twisting footpath, the still water of the reflection pool – all of that was home to Hawkeye. He didn’t need to know it was the temperature calming around the lake, or the breeze running through the leaves, or the scent of a broken branch leaking into the mix, to recognize what he sensed. As a kit, Hawkeye might not have detected the trace of an intruder in his midst, but as a hunter and a warrior – someone that dealt a lot with subtlety – he became a bit uneasy.
Hawkeye was not the most trusting of cats, so when he heard the scratching of claws against the bark of the tree where he previously lay relaxed and unaware, he reacted sharply. It was survival instinct – or maybe all his training – that pulled his body into a threatening arch, his head low again, ears pressed back. Hawkeye showed no fear or hesitation as he whirled around, ready for anything, but truthfully, he was not entirely confident. After all, it took him this long to realize he was not alone.
To add to his embarrassment, Hawkeye’s company turned out to be merely a kit. Small, delicate, non-threatening… Although, making such assumptions, even about kits, wasn’t always the best idea. Hawkeye considered her for a moment, even after she finished talking.
Her coat was a canvas of a multitude of dark shades and colors; Hawkeye couldn’t see them all without having to circle her. She stared up at him with warm, brown eyes. There was a hint of a scent that Hawkeye could only identify as foreign. But, finally, there was also something oddly familiar about her, too.
”Pleasure to meet you, Mothkit,” Hawkeye answered finally. ”It is very peaceful… You can just fade into the background, and watch the world like the trees do.” The leaves above them shook with the passing wind, illuminating bright spots on the kit’s pelt. Hawkeye squinted, shielding his eyes from the offending sun. In a split second, he realized what was so familiar about this stranger. Somehow, in a weird way, Mothkit reminded Hawkeye of himself.
He watched Mothkit thoughtfully. Not a lot of young ones bothered to slow down and notice the subtleties of their environment. To Hawkeye, it was the little things that brought out the flavor in life. This kit, at least, seemed to understand. ”I am Hawkeye, and you… are not of AspenClan,” he finished, in a somewhat serious tone. Hawkeye was never really stern with kits – in fact, of all the cats, the younger ones could get past his unsociable demeanor the easiest – but here, it was a matter of duty. The fact that Mothkit was not a fellow AspenClan cat was easy enough to discern – if she had been, she would have known his name, and he would have known her scent. But her trespassing (if you could call it that) was not the issue, the reason of it was. Was she sent here, or did she run? doing ”speaking” thinking Just scream for me and I’ll be what you’re falling on [/td][/tr][/table] OOC; went through and fixed the layout so it doesn't stretch the page, hehe. And Mothkit seems like she'll be fun for Hawk to mingle with, too. |
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