If Everyone Cared; Enter Napayshni /OPEN!/

[Kathryn]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=e8e8e8] Spiritguide lay at the edge of the clearing beside Dewfeather, listening to the Warriors speak and share tongues, and sharing tongues with Dewfeather as they shared the news of the day. Dewfeather was joking about how she had tripped over the tail of her prey and almost fallen onto an Apprentice, while Spiritguide listened with amusement. Dewfeather was one of the best jokers in the Clan, always having something to smile about, and was a friend to everybody who needed her. Smiling when she teased herself about the event, Spiritguide nodded when her best friend noted that the Apprentice was lazy anyway, and needed to get out more. Well, it wasn’t too hurtful, and she knew the Warrior didn’t mean such a thing in an offensive way, so she let it slide without scolding her. It was warm outside; Dewfeather hard told her that the skies were clear, the wind wasn’t that bad, and there was enough prey on the pile to let everybody relax for a bit. It was fortunate that they had enough that day, because quite a lot of the time, they would struggle to survive. With the Ice River tainted and prey most likely being poisoned from the water, it was difficult to find food further out. She hadn’t scented fish much around now, because it was feared that every morsel was toxic and dangerous to be put anywhere near the Fresh Kill pile. Perhaps the river was a sign; if they prey was dying, was her Spirit Guide trying to tell her something? She hadn’t seen him in her dreams yet, which was worrying, but he would show himself in time. She just had to be patient and let him come when he thought best. However, as Spiritguide began to groom the part where Dewfeather’s neck and shoulder met, the wind picked up and she turned her head away, and Dewfeather seemed to stiffen at something. Spiritguide couldn’t see what was going on, but when the she-cat didn’t relax after it had passed, she opened her eyes, and was greeted with shock. Before her was a figure that glowed, providing her with a brief moment of vision; growing in form before her eyes. It was a creature, muzzle pointed to the sky, head held high, shoulders braced and his back flowing smoothly down to where his hind legs bent, supporting his body as if he were a cat stretching his front paws. Starlight glowed around him, and it appeared that it wasn’t just her that could see it – Dewfeather could, and other cats could also. Spiritguide rose to her paws, confused until the scent of herbs filled her nose, making her blue eyes widen. For a heartbeat, the creature stood there, massive in size, until its eyes opened and it parted its jaws, to turn his head toward her. “Spirit,” he whispered, his voice echoing eerily around the clearing. His ears swerved around to her and he turned his entire body, and Spiritguide felt his blazing amber eyes pierce her. His silver fur was simply amazing; it was short, spiked, but at the same time it glowed like silver flames under the moon. His ears were tipped with black, his tail darkened at the point, and his chest was tinged with white specks. But those eyes... A shiver passed through her body and she squeezed her eyes shut, and felt Dewfeather press against her protectively. However, as soon as she opened them again, she wished she hadn’t closed them; she had been returned to darkness once more. Carefully, the she-cat rose to her paws and pressed close to Dewfeather, angling her ears toward the wolf, and blinked her sightless eyes once more. She could sense tension in the clearing, and as the wolf took a step toward her, she could hear Dewfeather take a warning step towards it. She appreciated that the she-cat was defending her from whatever was going on, but just because she was blind didn’t mean she was scared... Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

[Juniper]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw’s heart soared high through the clear blue skies, like a white dove of hope sailing the calm waters of the ocean. His spirits were higher than usual – a record for him. His amber eyes were dreamy – especially his glassy, half-sightless eye whose intimidation was now diminishing. And why was he this deliriously, thank-the-skies-the-sun-the-everything happy? Well, it wasn’t as if his goal to become a great Warrior were that distant or anything. For soon, his Warrior’s assessment would come, as his mentor Darkstar had promised, and he was sure to blow her mind away with his awesome hunting and battle skills. Weedpaw coughed. At least, he would blow her mind away if he suddenly developed any awesome hunting and battle skills within the next few days. The apprentice-but-soon-to-become-warrior’s path led him around the labyrinthine tunnels of the FrostClan camp. Each time he passed by the entrance, he had to restrain himself from leaping headfirst out of it. It would serve no good to have him mixed up in trouble so dangerously close to his assessment day. And yet the outdoors looked so tempting… Bright, clean skies as far as the eye could see, a halo of soft light surrounding the gentle sun, brisk and cool mountain air that soothed the senses… Weedpaw sighed softly, his eyes betraying acute misery, and a small whimper escaping him. However, he stiffened as voices became more prominent in the lull of background noises. Weedpaw skittered off as two beautiful she-cats strolled out of the stuffy, asphyxiating camp. He lurched unsteadily on his paws. Part of him wished to accompany them, and the other part attempted to prevent himself from doing such. He ended up collapsing on his side. As he did so, the scents of the two females who had exited the tunnels wafted up into his nostrils. He quickly identified them as Spiritguide and Dewfeather. The golden apprentice stepped gingerly over the camp threshold, his head whipping back and forth in search of anyone watching him. Thank StarClan no one noticed him escape. As he padded forward stealthily, he noticed that the ivory she-cat and her companion stood stock still. A strong scent of some creature overwhelmed Weedpaw’s delicate senses. He nearly gagged at the stench, and then really gagged when he saw what it was. An enormous beast with a silvery hide faced the two terrified she-cats. It had long, silky fur, and a wide, muscular torso. Lean legs held the being upright, and menacing jaws bobbed as a rasp of a voice escaped its thin lips. It had eyes that seemed to glow, and paws with wicked claws protruding from each. It was built for aerodynamic speed and strength. It had stamina, it had power – everything. And it certainly had Weedpaw’s respect. However, he managed to swallow his fears and approached the beast. With a nod of approval that Dewfeather was shielding the blind she-cat, he spoke. “Y-You are n-not welc-come here!” he growled impressively. Alright, so he did stutter throughout his speech, but it was still pretty brave for a scrap of a cat. But was it brave or just foolish? He could never overcome such an animal in battle. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 530 Tags Dewfeather, Spiritguide, and Napayshni OoC Haha, he just loves to impress the females, now doesn’t he?

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[Kathryn]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=13214e] One paw extended forward, and the wolf smiled gently at the blind she-cat, feeling power emanate from each step he took. While he seemed alive, he really wasn’t – he’d long since been dead, but nobody could really tell. His body radiated with warmth, as though he were still alive, and he still breathed the same air, even though it wasn’t really the same. Golden irises graced the massive creature, and as he moved forward, he noticed Dewfeather’s claws unsheathe protectively. Nothing stirred within him, for he knew that she would not have the mental strength to attack him, and even if she could have; her claws would simply sway through his body harmlessly. Mortals could no longer touch him. He was a spirit. As he prepared to take another step toward the she-cats, an Apprentice approached him, and he turned his head slowly, grace streaming out of his body like starlight. Gazing silently at the Apprentice, he listened to his voice. The cat was afraid. Well, in all honesty he had every right to be with a wolf in the middle of their camp. Smiling softly at the young cat, his head lowered slightly and he simply hopped straight over the golden Apprentice without a word, landing majestically before Spiritguide. “Spirit,” his voice echoed again. Rather than shying away from the wolf, to his pleasure, the blind female took a casual step forward. Sightless irises locked onto his body, and he once again let a soft, wolfish smile bless her. “Finally, we meet. I’ve heard your song in your dreams, and felt the sadness in your heart for so long. Please, do not feel sad any longer.” Before his paws, Spiritguide trembled slightly and her eyes widened, her tail lowering for a heartbeat. “Speak my name, Spirit. You know who I am, but only when you know my name, can the stars allow me to remain with you. Look inside your heart, and you can find it...” Tracing her body, he nodded softly when she closed her eyes, searching herself for the answer to his question. He could still sense the confusion that trailed from her body, and he gently touched her shoulder with his tail. “Breathe deeply, Spirit, and clear your mind. Only then...” The sense of confusion slowly evaporated, and, shivering, she began to search deeper. Starlight swirled in his paws, and his eyes shimmered a perfect lazuline before it settled down, and Napayshni grinned widely, and then turned to Dewfeather, who was relaxing. There was no immediate threat here. “You are Dewfeather,” he noted coolly. “I have met your Spirit Guide once before. But I do not know your friend,” he turned toward Weedpaw, tilting his head slightly. “I have not heard the others speak of this one. He must not understand...” Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" OoC; Word Count: 465 Tags; Napayshni, Spiritguide, Dewfeather, Weedpaw Note; Sorry, I've been really busy, dear~