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Post by brackengaze on Apr 6, 2011 9:09:44 GMT -8
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Glancing behind him the large gray and ivory splotched tom made sure he went slowly, he did not wish to leave Cinderheart and their kit Sunkit behind. Besides he had little idea of where the camp was. As they caught up he kept his pace slow, almost agonizingly slow. With the kit to ensure they did not lose, yet finally he spotted it. Flicking his tail he let Cinderheart take the lead, slipping through the barrier behind him. Inhaling deeply he awaited the glances, whispers, glares. He assumed like all clans he would have a hostile welcome for sometime until he earned his place within the clan, assuming they ever accepted him. No matter, he was not here for them, but for his kits and Cinderheart. Glancing down at the kits he felt a small smile cross his lips, his kits. And they would know no different, neither would the clan.
The tom waited for cats to approach or for Cinderheart to introduce him. He recognized some from gatherings, border patrols and what not. Yet most did not know him, and he did not know them. He felt massive in this clan, his large body, gray and white splotches, forest green gaze and the incredibly long tail with three brown rings near the tip. Giving his chest fur a few licks he rose, taking a glance around and deciding to slowly acquaint himself with the dens. Which one would be his. Flicking his tail he remained on the outer edges of a den he thought might be the warriors from the scents. He knew better than to barge in places, he was smarter than that.
Thoughts quickly drifted to Soulclan, what would they say when they say him at a gathering on Ashclan's side, and could he fight them? Yes. He had few ties holding him there, hence why it had been so easy for him to leave. Flicking an ear he moved back to the entrance, sitting near it awaiting some instruction of where he was to sleep and hopefully be on a border patrol so he might learn his new borders. This would also mean he would need to learn some new hunting techniques. A whole new life. His gaze flicked upward, towards Starclan, he hoped this is what their plan was, that this would be his place in life, and lowered his gaze.
Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"
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Post by Juniper on Apr 19, 2011 16:56:42 GMT -8
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Her new mate padded forward hesitantly, his pale head turning to give questioning glances towards her every other heartbeat. Her primary instinct was to feel exasperation, but Brackengaze was her loved one and he seemed so massive and strong and yet so fragile as he awaited his new home. So instead, she always returned his doubt with a bright smile of encouragement, compensating for her irritation by prodding her kit, Sunkit, along. They walked cautiously along the fringes of the canyon. Soon, the family began to approach an enormous pile of rocks that seemed constructed just for the purpose of the camp. Although really it was the opposite. The ancient Clan had personally selected this location for its wide ring of stone slabs to protect the Clan.
The large tom paused just outside the edges of the protective barrier, and the beautiful she-cat wound her way forward, her luxurious amber fur glistening. She smiled again at the seemingly fearful emotion beginning to creep into her mate. He seemed determined though and once again that sense of comparison to her previous mate gnawed at her. Hiddenstar too was determined, but he never showed his doubts like Brackengaze did. A frown tugged at the sides of her mouth but she meowed evenly,
“Come on in, nothing to be afraid of.”
Cinderheart bounded into the camp with Brackengaze at her paws. She gave a fleeting smile at the Warriors awaiting their patrols, gossiping whilst they shared tongues, lounging about lazily, or facing their apprentices to begin rigorous training. A flicker of anxiety appeared in her deep amber eyes, and she pressed her body near to her mate, almost as if to shield him. AshClan was a fair and just Clan, the cats who belonged to it the same. Surely they would accept a hard-working and loyal outsider… Would they? As she faced the Clan, she was suddenly uncertain. Just how well did she understand her fellow Clanmates?
The cream and stone gray tom surveyed the crowd of cats, his expression unreadable. He paced forwards, then back to the camp entrance. His ringed tail flicked as though prompting Cinderheart to introduce him or give him a guided tour. A troubled look flashing across her face, she murmured, “Now where could Easternsky be…?” She cast her pale gaze about, searching for any signs of the deputy. She wanted the higher ranked cats to acknowledge and accept Brackengaze’s presence in the Clan before opting to show him his new home.
Another scan of the listless rocks teeming with busy cats revealed not a sign of Easternsky. Uttering a sigh of impatience, she swept back to where her mate waited. “No signs of Easternsky – that’s our deputy here – yet,” she reported. She tentatively touched the tip of her tail on his alabaster pelt with affection, before beckoning for him to follow. “I suppose we shall have to forgo the introductions for now. Why don’t I show you around?” she offered brightly. Her paws began to move swiftly over the dry and rocky terrain.
“This, of course, is our camp. Here, let’s make our way to the Warriors’ den shall we? Then we’ll go to the nursery and you can meet Applekit too! She’s such a delightful young kit. Oh, where has Sunkit wandered off to?” Cinderheart appeared flustered as she searched for her other kit. So many things to do! Settling her mate in seemed to get more and more complicated than she had anticipated! But she hardly regretted in. Life had taken a fascinating turn all of a sudden. Her previous life had become a monotonous routine: Feed the kits, play with the kits, share tongues with the other cats, play with the kits, feed the kits… On and on, and now, her old lover come back to share her life. But… Would it work out?
"Cinderheart speaks" Cinderheart ponders Cinderheart does
Word Count 641 Tags Brackengaze (and hopefully Applekit) Ooc This is a continuation of Uncharted Grounds, right…?
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