Common Ground *June and Open* Week 1

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Things had changed in the past moon, he had gained another mentor, was becoming one of the strongest cats in Aspenclan, and the strongest apprentice, at least he liked to think so. The ginger apprentice felt he had grown in the past month or so since his training here had begun. He would rival Raggedclaws in size one day. The large apprentice lowered his haunches silently waiting for Shriekingvoice or Flamepaw, yet an ear remained cocked behind him, listening for any sound. It would be just like either of them to sneak up behind him and attack like a coward. His muscles flexed as he felt the sting of soreness within them. He had been worked to the brink of exhaustion. What more could they want from him? Really the Dark Forest was not all that bad. He was just becoming a stronger warrior for his clan. True this place had evil cats, but they had seen the error of their ways, haven't they? This was not the place queens described to their kits to frighten them into being kits. Shriekingvoice was an incredible mentor, the things that cat knew and could teach him, and with Raggedclaws. He would be a warrior in no time, long before the other apprentices. Snorting proudly he flicked his bushy ginger tale glancing at the forests around him. As his blue gaze watched the cats linger, he licked a scratch on his shoulder that had reopened. These things would never heal if he did not rest at least once, yet he could not. Every time he closed his eyes he opened them here, in the Place of No Stars. And it was true, he had never seen a star in the ever dark sky. He had become more observant, he could now pinpoint the eyes that gleamed in the darkness, as he inhaled he could scent the cats of the past. The evil ones who had died betraying their clans. The more fain their scent was, the more they were fading from memory. Did cats in Starclan fade as well? They must. As cats forgot their memory, they faded with it. How awful, well no cat would forget him. He would be remembered by all the clans for all time. A hero, a great leader, the best leader. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] Once again, Mothkit’s weary eyelids fluttered with fatigue, her head weak with the need for sleep. She fought the impulse to close her eyes but her heart was not in it. She knew that if she slept the nightmares would come, but wasn’t this life a nightmare by itself? Wasn’t she treated each waking hour with the dirty looks and suspicious glares of her fellow Clanmates? Didn’t they scorn her presence, degrade her heritage so much it was torturous? So Mothkit willingly – no, eagerly was more of the appropriate word here – dove into a sea of nightmares. This time, like every other time, she swam in the void of darkness. Her paws churned in the mighty waters as her dark umber eyes sighted something rustling just before her. Curious, she quickly paddled forwards, lurched, then crumpled in a heap atop a clump of bracken. Mothkit lay there, immobile, for quite some time. It felt like moons before she rose to unsteady paws. Her nervous gaze inspected the surroundings, which consisted of a mass of dark silhouetted tree trunks. Everything was dark here, like her usual nightmares, and yet here everything seemed to… glow black, emanate the pure darkness. Contrary to reducing her to a shivering lump of fur, it excited her, driving her enthusiasm to a breaking point. She fairly leapt off of the soft bed of bracken and plunged into the even darker sections of the woods. Here, she had the ability to explore every nook and cranny of the place. Always know your territory, she was taught. Well, this certainly didn’t belong to her but she sure as StarClan would treat it as such! As she poked her nose through the sharp grass and brittle ferns of the area, she began to recognize her location. It was like padding through a darker version of the woods on AspenClan territory. Soon, she caught the twang of AspenClan scent, which had already begun to implant into her memory as something familiar. Sniffing cautiously, she trailed after it, picking her way delicately through broken twigs and thorn-sharp hedges. At last she stood in an outcropping of tall trees and leapt onto a low-hanging branch. From her devised perch, she watched the land below. Her breath held, she heard nothing but silence. Then soft pawsteps padded through, dry leaves crackling ominously. Mothkit’s eyes snapped and focused on the approaching cat. It was a bushy ginger tom who walked solemnly through the darkness. The starless sky had blackened his fur to soot, but the golden streaks were still noticeable. He also had twin sets of icy blue eyes. They sizzled with power and might, displaying all of his pride and dignity with one glance. They seemed to scan his surroundings and almost passed right over where Mothkit was hunched. In response, she shrank back, enfolding herself as though she were a shriveled lump of fur. “Come.” A whisper. But from where? Mothkit trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation as the voice echoed in her mind. It seemed familiar in some strange way, and yet where had she heard it before? She replayed her short life in her mind, skimming through to see if such a ‘voice’ had ever entered her knowledge. But then the voice beckoned again. “Come, my dear one.”

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Okay, now she was totally freaking out. But still, she emerged from her hiding place and leapt off of her perch. Right into the path of the burly tom’s.[/color] “Ah… hi?” she said weakly. What a surprising turn of events. The tom cat turned out to be Seapaw, one of the stronger and faster learners of AspenClan. At this recognition, her eyes did not betray this face. Instead, she dipped her head in assent and scurried off in search of the ‘voice’.

“Mothkit lies”
Mothkit plots revenge… hehe
Mothkit does

Word Count; 634
Tags; Seapaw and Silverclaw (and Mosskit and Rainkit please!)
OoC; I definitely could’ve made this longer but I’ll wait until the others post before really introducing Silverclaw.
Reference: Falcondance by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] Why was there such a fascination with the Dark Forest, or in other terms, Place of no Stars? Maybe it was the mystery and the many questions the lurked in the dark shadows that seemed to overrun the forest. Dark silhouettes of trees that glowed in the moonlight, and even that wasn’t enough light to see in! But, eyes do adjust and things become brighter. This was annoying when one was trying to get some kind of sleep, but evil does not sleep, it doesn’t stop plotting, and it definitely doesn’t wait for anyone. What did StarClan have to offer? Nothing! Power, abilities, a cunning mind, StarClan offered none of what Cats wanted. The Place of no Stars did. Maybe that is why there was so much tourism these days. Too many cats wanted power, and too many cats were willing to lose sleep to do so. For while the waking world was but a dream, the dreaming world seemed as real as the waking world… Cats who came here often would feel exhausted when they woke. The cats here would feel nothing. They normally didn’t feel much of anything. Let’s face it. StarClan offers a Kittypet life, and the Place of no Stars was for true warriors. Those who believed they had greater ambitions and worthy ambitions, be it to be the best warrior in the Clan and one day become leader, or, to be leader of all the clans. Millions of evil Cats always had the same idea. And in every generation it seemed to come as a surprise to most when someone tries to take over the Clans, they seem to forget the evil in their own clans. This was common. How few cats there were to be evil, just to be evil. Shriekingvoice was no acceptation. He had failed at his dream to become the leader; he had been one of the obvious evils. Why? Because his mentor wanted to be leader, and to be leader you had to be deputy. Shriekingvoice’s mentor had drilled it into his head that she was to become leader. The end result was death her apprentice’s claws. You could say that he betrayed his mentor, but what was there to betray? Often Shriekingvoice thought of this. For every now and then he would come across his old mentor in the dark wood and she would curse him and his family, which neither knew he had any. But she didn’t know he had taken on an apprentice, an ambitious apprentice. Seapaw was not exactly the answer to his prayers, but he would do. There was something about Flamepaw and Windpaw, Shriekingvoice liked, and, didn’t like. The didn’t likes were piling up on Windpaw like a snow storm. He pitied Windpaw, but that was it. Shriekingvoice’s sleek calico pelt slid in and out of the shadows, like a shadow itself. He walked the paths before, he felt like he knew them all too well, where they started and where they ended. Where others began, seeming to never end. Everything looked the same, the trees, the tree roots, and the mist. It was a place one could get lost in, and at the same time one was never alone. Just as Shriekingvoice was headed to the usual meeting point he noticed something was different. A new scent was placed upon the forest floor. Not really that interested in it he padded on. He froze. There was something new alright and it smelled of AspenClan, but not of Seapaw. A new AspenClan scent, different from the others! Crouching low to the ground Shriekingvoice stealthily creped forward, gliding on his paws… almost completely soundless to the ear! Then he ran into something. It was small, furry and smelled of that AspenClan scent he had smelled earlier. His claws slid out, his ears went back, he drew his lips back into a frightening snarl and let out a startled, threatening hiss… Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" Post; 655 words. Tags; Mothkit & Seapaw & whoever else decides to join. Ooc| Simplified; Shriekingvoice ran into Mothkit and is about to shred her to pieces! .... XD Just thought I'd give Silverclaw a chance to slide out her deadlies and get Shriekingvoice into a fight... Lol, it doesn't have to be that way though.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=0a1e1c] The nursery. Stay in the nursery, Mosskit, you don't want to get hurt do you? Keh! Like they cared. They wouldn't give two thoughts about her and her sisters' well-fair. She wasn't dumb, she wasn't blind --did they really believe that she didn't see, no, didn't understand the way everyone looked at them? So what if she was three months old? She wasn't stupid, she wasn't ignorant, and most importantly, she was not like her mother. Who did they think they were? Just because most of them were older --foxdung, some were even younger and her age too. The young kit's gaze tightened and then --Ouch she stared at the long green vine bristling, You stupid vine! How dare you trip me? Do you hate me too? What's this? Hey! Let go of me, heeey! Help! she squeaked. She rose, untangling herself, staring at the vine, eyes narrowed, she unsheathed her claws. I'll show you she stood like that for a few seconds --her and the foliage. Sighing, she put her paw down and walked away, her head hanging. Ug, she meowed out loud, First I'm having weird dreams, and them I'm talking to a vine and then attacking it. What's wrong with me? Why was I born in this world any way? I mean, no one likes me, and I can't really socialize with anyone --not even my sisters. It was partly true. Her sister Rainkit, was a happy, bouncing, energetic kit, and even as the daughter of Silverclaw, most did like her, she had the kind of charm to her, she was fine, but sometimes it could get annoying. And then there was Mothkit. No matter how many times Mosskit tried to dismiss it, there was something off about her molted-pelt sister. It was almost if she hated everything. Certainly, Mosskit didn't think too kindly of clan life and life, but Mothkit. It was like every time she placed her paw, it was painful, like living was a burden. Well who says it's not, we are treated differently anyway. She lowered her head to stare at two ants climbing a hill. Wait, one ant, and it was dragging the other, while the other was having some sort of seizure attack. Survive of the fittest, of the most worthy, a cat had told her that once --but she didn't believe it until now. Suddenly, the ant kicked free of the bigger ant's grasp, scurrying away. No! she lifted her head, her eyes blazing. No, this is stupid, why am I sitting here like a depressed ki- er, well, why am I being depressed? I'm just a kit right now after all! I can show everyone that my sisters and I are worthy! Yes, I will take care of my sisters. I can't just loose myself --now how selfish is that? It's like the two ants, even the smaller one can over come the bigger one --It doesn't matter what my history is like, I am nothing like Silverclaw, and I will prove that! She turned her head to the clouds You hear that, Silverclaw? I'm nothing like you, you can't put your burden on me anymore! I'll be the warrior you never were! Yes, she would be. Suddenly she felt self-conscious, whipping her head back and forth, she wondered if anyone heard that. Raising her head high, she scrambled her way back to camp, quite ungracefully. Mothkit, Rainkit! she meowed marching into the nursery, I- oh, Mothkit was asleep. Yawning, she suddenly felt the fatigue in her limbs. Stretching down next to her sister, she closed her eyes, coming to the conclusion that a few winks of sleep wouldn't hurt. She was about to find out how wrong she was indeed. Opening her eyes, she stared at a huge tree towering above her. Eh?....Heh? Did she fall asleep outside? Or worse, was she sleep walking?! Oh no! How would she find her way back?! She stood up suddenly, tripping immediately, Ouch! Stupid root! after attacking the tree's roots for various minutes, she looked around at her surroundings. Where was she? It looked familiar, and it smelled familiar too --not like her clan, SoulClan, but like another clan, it kind of smelled like Mothkit after her outings. She opened her mouth to let the scents flood in. Hm, yes, definitely like Mothkit. She squinted, why was it so dark? There wasn't a bit of sunshine shining through the dense trees, and she constantly felt like she was being watched, as silhouettes of shadows followed her about. She padded through the dark forest, strangely calm. Okay, she thought as realization flooded through her. I'm dead right? I just kind of passed on, huh. Oh Foxdung! What will my sister's think? I was supposed to take care of them! Oh no! She wailed, What about StarClan? This doesn't look like StarClan? Where am I, if I'm dead? Deliriously, she continued to walk, thoughts swirling throughout her head. But she felt alive, no, she dismissed the thought, she probably just felt it or something... Oh hey, wasn't that...wasn't that? Mothkit! She broke into a run, okay, Mothkit was definitely alive when she went to sleep. Unless someone poisoned both of them, she was most definitely alive. She trusted her clanmates not to kill them, er, intentionally. Mothkit! But hey, who was that? Curiously, she slowed down as she passed the warrior, at least he looked like a warrior, he smelled strange. Um...do you mind telling me where I am? I just kind of woke up here, and I don't believe I'm dead. She flicked her tail over to her sister's fading figure, Well, uh, that's my sister, Mo- She slid her tail over her mouth as she realized the off part of him she sensed earlier. She narrowed her eyes. Wait. You're AspenClan aren't you. Is this your territory? How did my sister and I get here? Now she was all alert, why was an enemy warrior here? And why didn't he go after Mothkit --they weren't acquaintances were they? She raised her eyes to the tom, her eyes blazing if he was going to hurt her, she wouldn't back down, besides, she didn't believe he would raise claws to a kit, at least she thinks he didn't. Suddenly, she head a hiss in Mothkit's direction. Mothkit! She turned her back on the other tabby, her sister came first --always! Her eyes were wide with terror as she saw the cat in front of Mothkit, his hackles raised. This cat, sure wouldn't hesitate to fight. Noooo, Mothkit! She meant to scream it out loud, but it caught in her throat. Don't kill my sister! Muse;; not bad | Word Count;; 1299 | Tag;; Whomever is next Comments;; Ah, I love Mosskit's personal interactions with random roots and vines. Doing Being yelled at Thinking "Speaking up for herself

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[atrb=width,400,table][atrb=border,0,true][bg=847B5F][atrb=background,true] She didn't care. She didn't care about her history, so what that she was born without a father. So what that her mother was dead. So what Silverclaw was bad. Rainkit didn't care. Or so she played that off. The white female kit walked on, slowly but surely. She was on a mission to find her sisters, and though she was only a few inches tall and cat had ambitions like her parents, but unlike them she used it for goodness. Bouncing around, Rainkit leaped onto a leaf, patting it with her paws as it flew into the air. From in the air, she batted at it on her back, playing with the leaf for a few moments. Rolling around in the dirt, her white coat was growing brown, but Rainkit didn't care. She was almost like a tom boy in a sort of way, because she was the type to just have things roll off of her. But she wasn't as careless as it seemed Rainkit did have an interest in her background, she did honestly want to know who was her father, what he was like, what was his name and what clan was he in if he was in a clan at all. She also wanted to know why everyone hated Silverclaw, and why was she so bad? But to Rainkit playing the 'I don't care' game was a lot easier than to care because caring took effort and every time she thought about the questions her parents left her to answer a dark and depressing feeling came over her. And that, is something Rainkit is not. She is a happy, bouncing kind of kit and thus she wanted that to stay like that. Moving threw the bushes the white bundle of fur walked onto Aspenclan territory without really knowing where she was. All she knew was that her sisters scent was fresh in the area she was around and so she was following them. Stalking her sisters, Rainkit came to a group of ferns. Hiding in them, she crept to the end of the clump, and peered between them. When she did, she saw here siblings standing over two other large cats. One was an ginger apprentice, that seemed to look similar but a name didn't come to her small mind and the other one was an warrior, that was all different colors combined in his pelt. Not like her sister, who's fur was molted together in blacks and creams, but with colors that were separate. This amused Rainkit for she was just a plain white, solid coat. Blinking, deep blue eyes the white kit saw her sisters. They were so different, none of them looked alike, maybe the Mothkit and Mosskit sort of did, and their names were alike, but Rainkit was so different, and in a way she liked being different. She didn't want to be like her sisters, one was... odd and had a hatred for everything and Mosskit was just a worry wart who needed to calm down. Or so thought Rainkit. Boldly, she walked out of the cover of the ferns. Hi, Mothkit, Mosskit! She purred, as she got closer, she realized that the colorful tom was in a bad mood, and this worried Rainkit. Looking up at him with bright blue eyes, a smile covered her face. Hi, I'm Rainkit! She purred. Doing Speaking Your cat speaking

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] No sooner had the apprentice been sitting, patiently awaiting Shriekingvoice that a kit appeared. Ears flicking upward in amazement the tom studied the creature, she seemed familiar, but why was she here? The kit seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he had not even scented her. Inhaling he recognized the faint scents of Aspenclan and Soulclan. But the scent of his own clan was faint, like it was fading from her fur. He recognized her too, her scent, fur, it was familiar,but from where? Flicking his bushy tail in thought he continued to watch her, still amazed a kit had appeared in the Dark Forest. Why? "Hello, what is a kit doing here? Shouldn't you be chasing some moss ball?"he asked in a mildly cold manner. Not that he meant to be particularly rude to the kit, he just felt kits should not reside or even dream of visiting the Dark Forest. This was a place for warriors, like himself, or at least apprentices. He was about to say something more when a familiar scent crossed his nose. Shriekingvoice. Turning his mug, deep blue gaze spotted the short tailed cat, giving a respectful nod. "Shriekingvoice. What am I learning today?"he asked, his claws sliding out with anticipation. He was growing stronger, every day he was getting better. He could nearly taste his warrior ceremony. His gaze flicked back to the kit, hoping she would wake up, and go play with that moss ball like he suggested. His nostrils flared once more, noticing the scents of two more kittens. Was this becoming a nursery? Sighing with annoyance he noticed each kit greeting their sibling, calling out names. Mothkit, Mosskit, and Rainkit. He did know those names. His ears pricked forth as he recognized them. "I am not here to be a babysitter Shriekingvoice, and why are Silversoul's kits here?"he said whispering the second part, hoping the kits would not heart, more to the fact that kits were there, innocent kits than anything. "That must mean Silversoul is here,"he muttered to himself. He would have liked to see the she-cat again. He had liked her, her tenacity and the respect he held for her. Looking back to his second mentor, then the kits he sighed again. "I'm Seapaw,"he said deciding it was only polite. Besides, if Silversoul really was around, she would appreciate him being rude to her kits. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] Up to that point, Mothkit was merely existing in the dark forest. Her paws stood firmly upon the fresh soil of the woods, but her presence seemed to waver lazily, like she was there but just barely. But abruptly, things were set into motion. A sudden speeding rush, and she could swear by StarClan that she could sense something shifting, and a tumble of voices broke out into a cacophony of noise. The ginger apprentice, his sea-blue gaze cold and almost haughty, practically glared at her. She swiftly shot back her own icy stare, claws springing out so instantly she nearly tumbled over. Her neck fur bristled in a medley of anxiety and indignation. “Moss ball my paw!” she spat. “You say that again and I’ll shred you into a moss ball!” Brave words for one so small. Although she really had little intention for carrying out her ‘threat’. Obviously for him to be here he had to possess certain qualities of strength, power, and cunning. And she admired that sort of thing. Her enthusiasm for her being there soon overtook her fury, and she piped up excitedly, “So, what are we doing here?” Funny how quickly she could alter her emotions. Something padded softly towards them, although Mothkit paid it little heed. So in tune to the world was she that she failed to notice a threat of death stalking closer. But a furious hissing noise coupled with a strangled yelp of warning brought her to her senses. In one motion, she spun around at her would-be assaulter and gave a half-convincing snarl. “Now what do you want!” Bothersome, these Dark Forest cats were, weren’t they? As she sized up her potential opponent, a large, scar-riddled tom with deep green eyes, she spat with rage again. She seemed to be spitting a lot recently. Bad habit. Oh look, her sisters. As the aloof stare of the apprentice was lifted off from her to the calico Warrior, Mothkit finally turned to Mosskit and Rainkit with an exasperated sigh. No, too quiet. She sighed again, louder. “Why are you two here? Quit bothering me. Go and play with stray leaves or something,” she complained in a grumble. Why were her siblings always by her side? What did they think, that they were her mother or something? Rainkit, in her usual aggravatingly cheerful way, greeted her despite her protests. She greeted the two strange and formidable male cats too. Mothkit shot her a strange look. Then again, this was the same kit who had a habit of greeting just about anything – living or not. As she disentangled herself from the grip of her littermates, she watched as the pale amber tom conversed with the calico one. Her eyes narrowed as she caught the last of their words. Silver. Either this Seapaw had just proclaimed he would rather his furry pelt be silver instead of gold-washed, or he was gossiping about her mother. It was probably the latter. She suddenly decided what a wonderful idea it would be to express her rage adequately. “Stop talking about my mother like that!” she commanded and launched herself at them. It was a valorous thing to do. Pity there was a stupid root jutting out of the ground right in front of her. “Welcome, my kits,” a soft croon echoed through the eerie woods. A dark silver silhouette appeared like an apparition before the five, and a young she-cat stepped delicately out into the clearing. “I see you have found your way here, and welcome, this is the Dark For-” her smooth tone cut off abruptly and she said with a hint of impatience, “Just what is wrong with you, Mothkit!” “Sorry… mother,” the mottled tawny kit muttered, shame prickling her fur. She picked herself up off of the dirty ground, brushing some of the loose soil particles with a swipe of her paw, not a lick as she was too preoccupied. Silverclaw ignored her half-hearted apology and turned her attention to her other kits. “I’ve been watching you two you know…” What a creepy thought. “…And I must say I’m impressed. You two are such brave kits really. The way you pounced on that vine…!” A silvery laugh rang out. Her tone was light and kind. Could this really be the she-cat she was warned so severely about? But there was something wrong, something not right about her gestures, like they were nothing but lies… Lies. Mothkit pushed away her doubts. No, concentrate on Silverclaw – concentrate on the enemy. “Mothkit lies” “Honestly, Mothkit, what’s wrong with you!?” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 756 Tags; Rainkit, Mosskit, Seapaw, Silverclaw, and Shriekingvoice OoC; Moth might not be friendly to Seapaw yet, but she will be – she’s certainly admiring him a bit.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] “Hi, I'm Rainkit” "Shriekingvoice. What am I learning today? I am not here to be a babysitter Shriekingvoice, and why are Silverclaw's kits here?" “Now what do you want!” Shriekingvoice was beside himself! How dare this kit snap at him! The hair on his neck rose, kits like that had no place in the Dark Forest. It was incredible that someone would let their kits pad along in the forest. What had happened to most of the apprentices anyway? Seapaw was nearly ready for his warriors’ assignment for the Dark Forest and in the real world. He wanted to be sure that Seapaw knew his stuff. He turned his green gaze on the black kit. For a moment he thought it was Shadowgaze, but ten times smaller! He had to think in his mind that Shadowgaze had a brighter green stare and a scar over one of her eyes. “Yeesss… of course you are.” The ‘yes’ was drawn out, usually done out of annoyance. Rainkit didn’t need to be here, he half expected a StarClan warrior to appear out of nowhere to take the kit back to the living world where she belonged. Why did kits have to be so annoying? Seapaw had been annoying, but he wasn’t a kit either. At least he wasn’t now. Mothkit had launched herself at Seapaw for something he had not caught. Impudent little youngling. If the kit had been older, then maybe they would have been fun to watch fight. However there was nothing intriguing about a kit. . “Yes, Seapaw, I know you didn’t come here to be babysitter for someone else’s annoying offspring.” Hmm… what could he teach Seapaw that he hadn’t already taught him?. “We will revise your leaps. I noticed you were sort of slacking and they were becoming clumsy.” Shriekingvoice was about to add me when a pale silver she-cat stepped from the shadows, her fur dark from the lack of light in the wood. Who was she? She spoke: “Welcome, my kits, I see you have found your way here, and welcome, this is the Dark For-” She was distracted by her kit, “Just what is wrong with you, Mothkit!” She sounded impatient, “Sorry… mother,” was the response, “I’ve been watching you two you know…”What a creepy thought indeed, “…And I must say I’m impressed. You two are such brave kits really. The way you pounced on that vine…!” Then there was laughter. Seriously, who would be proud over a pounce on a vine? That’s is what kits did. Shriekingvoice couldn’t remember what his kit hood was like. All he wanted to do was become an apprentice and start serving his clan. Something deep inside of him thought that maybe the way he had done it wasn’t the best way, but he pushed it aside and tried to concentrate on the matters at hand. Coming into the clearing, Shriekingvoice padded over to his ‘apprentice’ and sat down beside him, “If there is one thing a clan needs most, it is kits. But the one thing that does not need to be tolerated are kits walking about in a forest where other cats are trained to kill, offspring or not.” He commented loud enough for all to hear. That is what was happening in this forest. But it was also to protect ones clan that one was trained to kill. Not only in hunting, but battle too. Shriekingvoice had no notion that Seapaw was the offspring of his offspring. And the only cat who knew was Morningbreeze, and no one else. Doing "Speaking" Thinking "Your cat talking" Post; 539 words. Tags; Everyone in this thread! Ooc| Meh... laaaame post...

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=0a1e1c] Her hackles were raised as she saw the warrior stare down at her sister. Don't provoke her, don't provoke her, apparently the wish was not heard, for Mothkit whipped her head around, glaring up at the warrior, teeth bared. Oh, you idiot! Hi Mothkit, Mosskit Mosskit mentally jumped three feet in the air at the sound of her sister's voice, and then groaned inwardly. The last thing she needed was Rainkit. How could that kit be so carefree when her sister was about to get ripped to shreds? She turned to face the white kit on a whim that she was about to get herself in trouble --which she wasn't exactly wrong. The white she-kit was right under the nose of the ash-red tom. She hissed, what the heck? Mousebrain! Hi! I'm Rainkit Rainkit said, her eyes sparkling, cheer in every word. Hold on a minute, Rainkit, she meant to say out loud. She stared at the AspenClan tom --she didn't believe anyone would kill a nice, friendly kit like Rainkit, but then again, they were somewhere they weren't supposed to be...at all. I am not here to be a babysitter Shriekingvoice, she heard the tom meow stiffly, and why are Silversoul's kits here? he whispered the second part, but seeing the fact that Mosskit was right next to him, it was in vain. Silversoul? She wanted to laugh, Ha! I wish, you mousebrained warrior, apprentice whatever you are! Silversoul? hahaha! Don't make me laugh! Though even having a medicine cat as a mother would be better than having Silverclaw as a mother, she thought inwardly. That must mean Silversoul is here, Um, no, Silversoul was alive and well as far as Mosskit knew. I'm Seapaw, well, at least he was being nice to her sister, she didn't think she had to worry about that but...what was she worrying about again? Mothkit! She whipped her head back to see the ambiguous kit unsheathe her claws, springing to attack...a root? Ohhh-kay then, Mothkit might want to work on her aim when training to become a warrior. Mosskit made a mental note to tell Mothkit's mentor that. Luckily, the burly tom completely ignored her sister, which strangely got on Mosskit's nerves; but at least she wasn't hurt. Suddenly, a chill flew down the green-eyed kit's back. She froze. Something was wrong, or, not right, no, no, that wasn't the right word, something was....evidently dispatched, and the black kit shivered. Some presence she had not felt before arrived at the scene, and it was a presence that Mosskit wasn't sure if she or he was an enemy or an ally --though who expected to find an ally in this place, it was beyond her reasoning. What was this place anyway? Welcome, my kits, the voice was mellow, and it echoed softly throughout the forest, though to Mosskit, it was like a screeching cat, about to burst onto the battlefield. I see you have found your way here, and welcome, this is the Dark For- her mother cut off, but she didn't need to, the Dark Forest so that was where they were. Wasn't this a place for 'evil' dead cats? Why would she be here? Just because she was the daughter of Silverclaw? Keh, she didn't think so. She turned her attention back to the cat in the spotlight: I’ve been watching you two you know… another chill was sent down her spine, and she shivered, not wanting to think about the further possibilities of what 'watching' meant. She was tempted to call out 'Stalker!' as if it she were still in the nursery and this was a simple little game --but however much it was a game, it certainly wasn't simple. She turned her attention toward her and Rainkit …And I must say I’m impressed. You two are such brave kits really. The way you pounced on that vine…! Her eyes widened, any other cat just had to wonder what she meant by 'the way you pounced on that vine' but Mosskit knew. Was it really possible for her mother to watch her in her territory in such a creepy place like this? She shook her head. No, no, impossible right? But she narrowed her eyes anyway as the silver tabby let out a light, gleeful laugh. For a second, doubt fluttered into the black cat's gaze. This couldn't be her mother, her mother was evil right? An evil cat wouldn't laugh....unless it was fake. Yes, mention it now, and it certainly did seem hollow, like there really was no emotion behind the words. Was this cat mocking her? Her hackles rose. Don't you dare talk to Mothkit like tha- she quickly composed herself, Silverclaw, I presume? okay, that was rhetorical. I'm glad you find humor in a kit's mistake, she narrowed her eyes, yes, her mother was definitely mocking her. Keh, she wondered how Rainkit would react to this, even Mosskit would be surprised if Rainkit was just going to bounce up to Silverclaw and purr, her rumbling heard even in StarClan. Now, that would definitely would be a reason to call the white kitten mousebrained. Muse;; sad... | Word Count;; 1000 | Tag;; May-day with Rainkit Comments;; o0 Mosskit is too outspoken and definitely a worry-wort XD. Doing Being yelled at Worrying about her sisters "Speaking up for herself"

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[atrb=width,400,table][atrb=border,0,true][bg=847B5F][atrb=background,true] "I am not here to be a babysitter Shriekingvoice, and why are Silverclawl's kits here? The white kit heard the ginger apprentice speak, and the sound of her mother's name ease out of his mouth made Rainkit shiver. Her blue eyes stared at him, how did he know who they were? How did he know that they were Silverclaw's kits? Blinking an confused eye, the white kit sat down calmly, wrapping her tail around her small paws, she sat there and listen to the ones around here. Amused in everything that was going on. That must mean Silverclawl is here, The next comment confused the small white kit, Wasn't Silverclaw dead? She thought to herself, utterly confused in everything that was going on. Twitching her ears, the folded over to the crown of her head. This was too confusing for her, and it made the small kit really annoyed. I'm Seapaw The ginger tabby announced who he was, and this gave Rainkit a sense of calmness knowing who he was. Then she heard Mothkit yowl, turning her head towards the tortoiseshell sister, her blue eyes glistened in the light as she watched Mothkit try and attack the ginger apprentice. Bursting out laughing, the small female kit rolled over on her back, screaming with laughter. A KIT, TRYING TO ATTACK AN APPRENTICE! Rainkit called out, still in extreme laughter, as the sight of Mothkit attacking Seapaw replayed over and over again in her had. Catching her breath, the small kit came back to her senses and relaxed, laying down in a sprawled out position. Yawning, her blue eyes blinked as the tiring adventure worn her out. Resting her head on her paw, she watched once again as things went on around her. Why are you two here? Quit bothering me. Go and play with stray leaves or something, Mothkit aimed her words towards Rainkit. Getting up, her fur prickled in annoyance as he hated being disrespected by her sister. Snorting, Rainkit's tail lashed out as her claws unsheathed. Listen here, Mothkit, I can go where ever i want, and if i want to come here, then I have every right to be here! Rainkit spatted, her hackles raised as he was about to launch herself at her sister with an angry flick of her paw against her body. Hissing, the white kit's ears laid on her head, as her blue eyes burned with a fiery passion to rip her sister to pieces. She loved Mothkit, like a sister, but as far a liking her any other way, honestly she can't stand her. But in a need of time, she would always be there for any of her sisters, no matter what the situation and she wished they do the same for her. Then Mothkit lashed out about Seapaw talking about their mother. Giving a little chuckle, the she-cat relaxed once again as she sat there watching things around her. Then a cool breeze came over the forest. A chilling one, that went deep inside the bones of the she-cat. Shivering, she heard a voice. One smooth and harsh all in the same time. Looking around, Rainkit's ears prickled up, as she tried to see who the voice was coming too. Welcome, my kits She heard the voice say, looking around, she saw no one but the ones that were around her. Confused, she glanced at her sisters, not knowing what to do. I see you have found your way here, and welcome, this is the Dark For- The voice trailed off to snap at her sister. Getting tensed, she didn't like this. It was her sister she snapped at, yet she claims that we are her kits? Questions rushed through her small mind as she wondered what was going on. Just what is wrong with you, Mothkit! Silverclaw snapped, and this made Rainkit mad. Jumping, the kit yowled out angrily. Don't talk to her like that! She hissed, looking around for the voice. Then she saw a silvery cat walk out of the shadows. Anger and fear rushed through the small kit, as she watched as her mother walked out of the shadows. Blinking blue eyes, none of her siblings looked like her. How could she be our mother? Who's our father? She asked, coldly, wishing she'd get an answer but it probably wouldn't happen. I’ve been watching you two you know… Rainkit thought to herself, that wasn't creepy at all. How could she be watching us? With Mothkit in Aspenclan and Rainkit and Mosskit in Soulclan, how could she possibly watch all three kits at the same time? Biting down on her lip, confusion and hate rushed through the veins of the cat. And I must say I’m impressed. You two are such brave kits really. The way you pounced on that vine… What vine? What?!

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Seapaw had to stop himself from laughing aloud, as the small mottled kit aimed a lunge for him. It would take nothing but a swat of his tail to flick the tiny she-cat across the area towards a buh. She was so small, he felt like he would squash her if she came too close. Yet it appeared her venture towards battle and violence ended as quickly as it began as the kit fell over a root. He had suppress his laughter, only glaring with mild interest as he returned his attention to Shriekingvoice. Although the tom had to give the kit credit, not many would dare tak on a warrior, let alone an apprentice, particularly one of his size. He was as large as Shriekingvoice now, or at least he thought he was, quite the bold kit to try and attack when a misplaced blow from either of them could kill her. Yet what would happen to him if he killed a kit? Was Seapaw unsure if he wanted to reside within the Dark Forest, he could train constantly, and still watch his clan mates, become powerful and train other cats as Shriekingvoice had trained him. But was that correct? Was he so sure this was his place? Starclan was the place the elders spoke of, the place where there was endless hunting, conversations with his clan mates and peace. But was peace truly possible? Was there even peace in Starclan when the clans fought constantly, did they not feel the rivalry as they had before? How could they look so peacefully at their clan mates? Were either of those places for him? He somehow doubted, he felt he did not fit in anywhere. Coming back to reality he noticed the silver she-cat, freezing upon recognizing not only her scent, but appearance. Silverclaw? So, she had come here. He gave a nod of greeting to the she-cat, deciding it best not to speak at this moment, although he wished they would all just leave. He had training he could be doing. Sighing in annoyance he remained sitting beside Shriekingvoice, an odd family portrait if only he knew they were related. He had to admit though, he liked the mottled kits spirit. She had something worth watching and admiring, the guts to take on two grown cats. He could only imagine what she would be like as an apprentice, let alone a warrior. Continuing to watch the scene he could not help but let his gaze linger on the ivory kit, she was certainly out of place here. He could picture her siblings there, one day, but the goody-two-shoes ivory kit? He was surprised any cat would even let her in here. Her thoughts were too pure, too innocent. The ginger apprentice doubted she even had an ounce of anger within her. Flicking his gaze back between the kits he wondered of their father. Clearly Silverclaw was an evil cat, so was their father? He must be. But who was he? His mind racked, but he was also focusing on his training. Maybe he should just wandering into a corner and practice by himself. Flicking his tail impatiently he was nearly ready to kneed the ground. What was he doing here? Perhaps he needed to find another mentor, one who was more concerned with training than gossiping. However Shriekingvoice had trained him better than Raggedclaws ever had. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=5f4e4a] Mothkit lay curled up and humiliated on the ash-dark forest floor. Her ears were pressed to the sides of her muzzle, her tail lashing at her side. She stopped though, as her whips served nothing but to further bruise her tender skin, which was scraped. A steady trickle of blood wound down in a mini river along her front legs. A deep growl reverberated in her throat as she glared at the mess of cats staring down at her. Their expressions ran from belly-wriggling laughter to suppressed smirks. Mothkit was far from amused, and less so when Silverclaw intruded and pointed out the obvious. However, she still recalled the looks of surprise and acute admiration of her valiancy as she stormed Seapaw’s conversation with the older, deader cat. A glowing feeling entered her, though maybe it was because of the warmth of her blood exiting her body. She hoped it wasn’t the latter. Meanwhile, Mosskit was shooting her a venomous look reminiscent of a cobra Mothkit had once found and attempted to kill (she ended up getting entangled in the vine-like body and nearly trampled it by mistake before scooting off). Though Mosskit showed no signs of ever being normal, Rainkit in contrast did not bother to withhold a scream of her laughter. “Hey! I can kill him if I want to, I just pitied him- oof!” Having landed with her nose aiming at the conversing toms before twisting around to retort back to her sisters, she was in a shaky position and had finally collapsed, her body all tangled up. She attempted to disentangle herself from a position unusual to the average feline. Then when Silverclaw suddenly appeared in a very creepy fashion, she had further twisted around until she thought her spine would detach itself from the rest of her skeletal frame. A chorus of voices rose up after Silverclaw’s impromptu speech, but Mothkit’s was not among them. She simply snorted and tried to work on righting her body to its natural position. Mosskit glared (her usual response to just about anything, compliments included), Rainkit defended her (well at least she has a heart), and the scarred tom complained. “Stop whining, you stupid mouse-brained tom, or I’ll… I’ll sit on you!” she screeched, her tone suggesting she was impressed with her wimpy comeback. Silverclaw ignored the racket, concentrating only on the other dead tom’s comment. Her dark gaze was steely as she said in a low voice, “Shut your mouth, Shriekingvoice, my kits deserve to be here.” The silver tabby she-cat stared at Mothkit as if wondering if she would really plunk her thin body onto the tom’s back as she had threatened. Then, the tabby raised her voice, her tone returning to its original honey-sweet quality. “You are learning, my dears, I can train you to be better. I can teach you the arts of persuasion, its gifts and its cons. I can show you the life of a real Warrior. I can educate you on the arts of achieving your dreams. You will prosper as leaders, all of you,” she purred. Internally, Mothkit noted that her ‘all’ most probably did not include her. Seapaw seemed restless, Mosskit still kept up her trademark glare, Shriekingvoice watched appraisingly, and Rainkit looked visibily upset. Mothkit, having sat up at last, turned first to comfort her creamy-furred sister. She nuzzled her head against Rainkit’s before retreating. Her dark hazel-bronzed eyes sought Seapaw’s for a heartbeat, and she hesitated before approaching him. “Hey,” she murmured softly, watching his irritated expression. He seemed quite left out for some reason. Behind the mottled kit, Silverclaw was leaning closer to her other kits, the only ones she dared acknowledge as her own (shunning Mothkit of course). Her dark eyes were scarred with the pains existing from her life; small tears welled up as she stared at Rainkit’s ice-shard white pelt and remembered her mate, Iceclaw. She loved only him and her kits (not so much Mothkit thought) and was a bit heartbroken that they only greeted her with a medley of fury, confusion, and fright. How could they disrespect her so? Hadn’t she died giving birth to them? Hadn’t she sacrificed her own life so that these kits (not Mothkit as usual) could live? And yet they treated her with hostility… Why…? “Mothkit lies” “Shuuuned, Mothkit!” Mothkit plots revenge… hehe Mothkit does Word Count; 718 Tags; Rainkit, Mosskit, Silverclaw, Seapaw, and Shriekingvoice References: Harry Potter!!! OoC; It’s ironic because Silverclaw ignores the one cat who actually is evil…

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] “Shut your mouth, Shriekingvoice, my kits deserve to be here.” His eyes narrowed, his ears went back, and he let out a deep rumbling growl. To him, they – the kits – were as worthless as a queen with kits. Keeping his look, he thought back to the last cat he had gotten into an argument with... that… hadn’t ended will for either of them, but mostly the one who had started the argument. As he watched Silverclaw look over at the other two kits, he glanced at the third. She had been the one to ‘attack’ Seapaw. She looked alone, left out, and totally shunned by her mother. But what kind of mother would do that? I’ll shut my mouth when I feel like it. He thought, bringing his ears forward again, but keeping the glare upon his face. He would never have shunned one of kits, had he ever had any, or any member of his family for that matter. He would treat them all the same, but he would never let them in the Place of no Stars as kits. When they became apprentices, then he would let them come of their own free will, but never as kits. How had they gotten to this place anyway? “Then, the mottled one is not your kit, Silverclaw?” He asked, looking over Mothkit as if she was something of interest – which at the moment she was -, “For a mother of three, you pay more attention to the two, than the one.” Doing "Speaking" Thinking "Your cat talking" Post; 251 words. Tags; Everyone in this thread! Ooc| Lol... Watching your tongue Shriekingvoice... *smacks*