Watching the clans {OPEN--

[Thundie✖]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=E9ECF3] Puck stood. He was not sure what he was doing, maybe he was reminiscing, maybe he was keeping watch over those he used to know, but all he knew was that he was looking at Frostclan camp. He watched as his old clan-members scurried around the early morning, organizing patrols for that day, and getting ready for hunting. Puck sighed, wishing he was a warrior, he missed fighting, and the feeling of real dirt under his claws. "Complaining about Starclan?" He snorted to himself, laughing at his own idiocy, he stretched calmly. He was in the kind and beautiful forests of Starclan, he had all sorts of old clan-mates that he had been missing, but he was still missing others that he left behind. Puck knew it was foolish to act this way, they were enjoying the fruits of life, he was past that, he was enjoying the fruits of afterlife. Breathing in, Puck watched the clan members talk and greet. It made him happy that his clan was getting along well. I will always miss the old world, but I am in Starclan, and it is wonderful. He thought, almost feeling like he was trying to convince himself. w o r d ' c o u n t; t a g s; -- noneyet o c c ; -- open:D other; puck's voice/poems puck's thoughts puck's actions thundie talkin' :D

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ivy2.jpg] The ex-frostclan warrior sighed. She misses her mate, she knows he has died, well to her knowledge he has, but for some reason she can't find him what so ever. Its like he has disapered on the face of the earth. But Ivysong was happy you could say, ya she had died, but at least she did it in dignity and she can still serve her clan from up here. Even though she is not truly there to help. The tabby she-cat sighed and sat down, it seemed everyone was in a thinking mood today. She was close to Puck, well close enough to talk. ''Hi Puck..'' Ivysong has always wondered why his name was Puck, but she had never asked, maybe this would be the time. She laid down now and started groom her self, there wasnt much drama today, no omens, no problems, they had already done their job with Moonfeather so all had been well till now. ''Um, may i ask about your name'', she looked up now, bright green eyes happy. She hopped he would talk, it might even be a interesting story. Ya you would think every cat would know about every cat up here, but that's not true.

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[Thundie✖]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=E9ECF3] Puck was watching his clan still, reminiscing about his warrior days. He'd always loved hunting on the moors. His thoughts trailed of into the tall grass until a voice interrupted his mind. Puck smiled at his old Frostclan clan-mate. Perhaps he could talk to her about missing Frostclan. After all, she hadn't seemed to have found her mate. He tipped his head towards Ivysong, friendly. "Hello, Ivysong." Puck said, his voice echoing around, he still wasn't quite used to Starclan's features, amongst the stars, it was always full of bright light, not in a bad way. He loved it, it had features that made him think of Frostclan. Puck was trailing off again when Ivysong asked him a question. His ears perked, and his eyes flickered, interested. "My... Name? Oh. A story that is. Yes, of course you may. My past is an open book, I welcome you to join me in reminiscing. That is if you don't mind being bored by it. " Puck said, his tail flicking and swishing at the soft ground. He smiled and stretched, licking his right paw, he dragged it over his large sphinx-like ears. w o r d ' c o u n t; t a g s; Stella o c c ; -- other; puck's voice/poems puck's thoughts puck's actions thundie talkin'

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[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ivy2.jpg] Ivysong loved the way she looked, everything up here was so beautiful, lovely, well sparkly as well you could say. She liked her life, she liked being up here looking over her lovely Frostclan, but sometimes it was hard, she missed her mate, she missed not being down there in the action. But she lived threw it, plus there was some nice cats here too, and some of them she had missed while she was alive. Puck replied, Ivysong just listened though,"My... Name? Oh. A story that is.Yes, of course you may. My past is an open book, I welcome you to join me in reminiscing. That is if you don't mind being bored by it. " his tail flicking and swishing at the soft ground. He smiled and stretched, licking his right paw, Ivysong has a smile on her face threw the whole story. ''I would love to listen to your story! I am sure it is not boring what so ever''. Ivysong got a little closer, she was exited for this, she felt like a kit all over again, though that had been 8 years ago. Ivysong felt old sometimes, but other times like now she felt so young, so exited, so naive. She hopped this would be a good story though.

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[Thundie✖]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=E9ECF3] Puck's grin spread wide as she insisted she wanted to hear his story, and moved closer to him. His eyes took on a glazed look as he dug into his past and opened his mouth, Where to start? Where to begin? A long story, a story of drama. I suppose I shall start at the very beginning. He paused, feeling like an elder telling a kit legends, I am not sure if it's been told to you, but I was born a kittypet. Grew young in a theatre. Oh what a wonderful place the theatre was. full of odd twolegs, these twolegs were stranger then others, because they would dress fantastically, they'd act differently then they usually did. All for entertainment. There was once a story, written by a great and fabulous writer, this writer was William Shakespeare. He would direct these twolegs on things from his own mind. Magical things. I was born behind this very wonderful place, I was raised within it. There was a story written by the great directing man, this 'play' Puck said, his tail flicked as he said play, so she'd understand it was the acting out of the story. was called "A Midsummer's night Dream." In it is a tale of woes, Love, and other things twolegs apparently deal with. In this, there are fairies. Oh fairies. My favorite of all. Twolegs strung up to roofs, with fake wings. Gilttering outfits, oh Fairies. The most magical creature I have ever seen. There was a fairy. The fairy's name was Puck. Puck was always causing trouble for these twolegs. Causing trouble on command by his leader. Oh Puck. Puck was a mischievous creature, he would turn twoleg's heads into that of a donkey, or cause the twolegs to love all the wrong others. Oh what wonders he preformed with his magic! Puck! I was named for Puck by my owner! I used to claw at his blankets and cause mischief for him, I would leap off of tall places, and my fur used to apparently shimmer in the great lights that the theatre held. What a wonderful place. Oh how I miss it greatly. He trailed off, his eyes flickering with sadness as he remembered his siblings and family. He swallowed and closed his eyes tight. And that, dear Ivysong, is the story behind my name. Puck finished. Smiling weakly at her, he tried to block away the memories that flooded his mind. w o r d ' c o u n t; t a g s; Stella o c c ; -- other; puck's voice/poems puck's thoughts puck's actions thundie talkin'

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[Kathryn]

ECLIPSECHEST



For what seemed like days, Eclipsechest – the former Deputy of AspenClan – tread over the earth with grace. Snowy white fur draped her thick paws as she padded over the earth; prey was overflowing from her mouth. Sure she wasn’t the best hunter, but it had taken her a long time to catch all of it. There were a few mice, even a Sparrow and a Water Vole, but that was it. Her sharp ears twitched and her head turned, her eyes turning to point toward the cats who had gathered nearby. Tilting her head back, she smiled to herself proudly and padded over to join the group, her Dog tag proudly lying against her white mane.

However, as the big white cat moved, she realised she had just missed the end of some story. Even though Puck wasn’t of her Clan, she still liked the cat because, like her, he used to be a Kittypet, and they both had something to show for it. Glancing around, the StarClan cat tilted her head and dropped some food at Puck and Ivysong’s paws.

“Pri-... Uh,” the Russian cat paused. Her English still wasn’t that good; she had almost said something in her birth language. “I greet you both.” She dipped her head and curled her tail around her paws idly. Sure her words were spoken with a strong foreign accent and she wasn’t sure of how they were arranged, but she knew the basics. She knew how to tell someone to hunt, fight, or to stay back or even how to comfort them when they were down. Even so, some cats were driven to wonder how she had become the Deputy of AspenClan before she died, and even the case now, though she was probably not remembered. If she was, it would probably be for either her infiltration skills or her awkward language barrier.

Truthfully she missed the forest, like every StarClan cat probably did, but StarClan was a place of rest. She had served her Clan and she didn’t blame that Apprentice who had broken their cover. It happened and she died honourably, as a loyal, caring AspenClan cat. She watched AspenClan patrols each day, walking throughout the forest and giving them her blessing from above. She watched the Deputy and Leader perform their Ceremonies, the Apprentices laugh and bounce around and the queens... Horizonshine! She wondered how the young she-cat was doing, but she also knew that with Raggedclaws with her, she would be fine.

Raggedclaws... For some reason, the massive black tom attracted her. If she had been on the earth, she would love to fight by his side and perhaps even be his mate. They were opposites in pelt colour, but both strong, massive cats who didn’t mind a little roughhousing every now and again...


OoC; Just so you know, I intend on having some sort of crack relationship between Eclipsechest and Raggedclaws when they meet in AspenClan. (When StarClan is driven out)
Word Count; 467
Tags; Puck, Eclipsechest, Ivysong, StarClan

[Stella]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/ivy2.jpg] The brown tabby she-cat listens hard, the story was trilling, plus she was trying to imagine what he was talking about. She had never seen humans.. act? For entertainment he says. And well she had never heard of this William Shakespeare. Or his story, was it a story? Her green eyes seemed brighter with excitement, plus she had no idea humans could ever be like this and well that Puck had kept a kittypet name. She had never known any of this. But she knows now. Ivysong loved to learn new things about her clan mates, it made life up here better and well sometimes it made it seem like she never talked to some of her clan mates when she was .. well, alive. ''Lovely story'' The she-cat looked over now, it was Eclipsechest. The she-cat carried loads of prey and Ivysong dipped her head then. ''Hello Eclipsechest''. It seemed that the she-cat had a good hunt, even more usual than most. Ivysong looked around, wondering what every ones story was.

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