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Post by Juniper on Mar 21, 2011 15:36:40 GMT -8
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A lone silver figure wrapped a silky and slick tail neatly around her paws. Her dark eyes bored holes into the thick foliage surrounding her, probing their nooks and crannies with her penetrating stare. She peered into every crevice possible, almost as though memorizing this place, this time, this feeling of utter peace and harmony. She felt so… meditative at this moment. It was a sensation so indescribable. It was like the calm before a rising storm, or the inevitable lull in a battle. Calmly, she rose from her seated position, her gaze now touched with the sorrow and regret for what she was about to do. In fact, these dark emotions overwhelmed her so much, she nearly backed down. Then she remembered: her promises to her mate, Iceclaw, the unborn kits who would never know their grandparents if she didn’t take action… This she recalled suddenly, and from this she gathered her strength and determination.
For her kin, she would do anything.
Shy sparrows chirped from their nearby perches, their notes strangely low and solemn. Moans emitted from the wind as it buffeted the outer parts of the forest. Loud, dull thumps, seemingly muffled, echoed within the woods. What is that noise, she wondered, but it was not a question. On and on the odd noise continued. Silverclaw’s ears were pricked now; they strained to detect its source. And again, abruptly, she knew.
It was her heart.
Silverclaw was at the edge of AspenClan territory. She was so close to the shores that bordered the east side of SoulClan territory that she could hear the crashing of the waves without even trying. And she could also, though barely, make out the distant movements of SoulClan’s resident visitor – a scaly beast known as an alligator. Now her heartbeat began to crescendo, its beatings wild and fast. She gulped down any lingering fears and doubts. She simply had to do this.
For her kin.
Swiftly, she streaked back towards the camp, reviewing in her head all of her plans. Okay, she had already lain the trap. Just earlier that day, she took one of the kits on a little excursion through the territory, making sure their scent clearly led to somewhere near the SoulClan border. That was easy enough. Then she had stationed some of her supporters by the border in case of trouble. Still, fairly simple to arrange. Now came the more difficult part. Persuading Creektwist that one of the kits had stumbled onto SoulClan territory. It would take extreme cunning and manipulating to achieve this. But she had faith… and backup. It would work.
By feat or folly.
At last, the she-cat returned to camp just as the final tendrils of sunset had shown their colors, painting the skies an array of scarlets and violets. Deep in the heart of the forest, crickets began to chirp, and Silverclaw began to orchestrate her dance of death – of Creektwist’s death. She gave one last glance at the darkening sky, knowing fully that it could be her last, before plunging into the camp. Her eyes skirted the borders, searching for Creektwist’s deep umber fur. She had arranged to have the kit missing at a time when it would not be noticed until Creektwist was in the camp. Quickly, she assembled a desperate and mournful expression upon her face before calling out.
Now was the climax of her careful plotting.
“Silverclaw speaks”
Silverclaw thinks
Silverclaw does
Word Count; 567
Tags; Creektwist (and hopefully Elijah and Iceclaw and other supporters)
OoC; I love The Telltale Heart!
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