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Post by ✄ – – – VANYA! on Apr 16, 2011 17:32:21 GMT -8
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHEST OWLFLIGHTASHCLAN
[/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Owlflight wasn't sure what she was doing here.
One minute she'd been hunting, rustling quietly through the grass of Rabbit Hill, and the next, she was slipping past the Drop Canyon as though she were heading towards a Gathering. She was paying no mind to where she was going, ears flicking back and forth in search of prey, when she was hit with a strong scent of AspenClan.
Great StarClan! I've ventured to the border!
[/color] She was somewhat scared and mostly curious. It was as though her paws were guided by another cat: she stepped, paw over paw, along the border, just barely toeing the line of scent markers separating this land from that of AspenClan. Above her head, the dark eyes of an owl gleamed in a white face, stained sooty from the shadows of the hollow in which it perched. Owlflight glanced up at it, feeling a brief moment of pride. She was named after one of those elegant creatures; those which flew with silence and hunted with precision. But her mind was far from easy tonight. Owlflight turned her head to peer off into the darkness of AspenClan. she wondered what it was like beyond AshClan's territory. The dusty turf and the rabbit-laden meadows were all she knew. And within her, she felt a deep urge to cross this line at which she stood now, and see the world beyond what she believed to be the only real. The urge embedded itself deep in her bones and sinew, urging her onward, but her head held her back. Was she really this stupid? Considering to run across a Clan border? Great StarClan, she must be going utterly crazy. But before she could turn tail and return, albeit reluctantly, towards camp, she saw a flicker of shadow, a gleam of eyes. The owl above her let out a soft whistling screech. I've been spotted...[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE [/font][/size] WELOSTCONTROL[/size] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE[/center] •tags• Seapaw •comments• TERRIBLE D: •word count• three hundred nineteen •credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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Post by brackengaze on Apr 18, 2011 13:44:54 GMT -8
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What was she doing here? Seapaw wondered as he crouched behind a bush as best as possible. He felt about to burst around it, his bulky figure and bright ginger pelt. It did not appear to matter though, she was more concerned realizing she was so close to the Aspenclan border, his border. Deep blue eyes narrowed as he watched her stop. Slinking around the bush his body crouched, he felt his shoulders shift as he stalked forth, pausing to watch her for another moment before exposing himself just behind the border.
He could feel the border keep him back, like an electric fence. "What are you doing?"Seapaw asked, eyeing the warrior with minor intrest. He had seen her before, at a gathering, what was her name? Owlwing.. no... Owlwhisper... no.... Owlflight, that was it. Well, at least he had the beginning of it correct in his mind. The massive tom sat down, watching the she-cat with mild curiosity. He should be asleep right now, training with Shriekingvoice in the Dark Forest, not here, with a she-cat spying on his clan.
Hissing in annoyance he rose, passing in front of her, awaiting her answer. As his claws slid out he wished for an excuse to attack, to test out his latest move on someone. She was not so small she could not take a hit he thought. His mind retraced back to the previous night, the twist and slash move he learned from Shriekingvoice, the Soulclan moves he was learning from him. Eventually he would know every move from every clan, no cat would be able to beat him. No cat.
Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"
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Post by ✄ – – – VANYA! on Apr 20, 2011 10:21:45 GMT -8
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NOT EVERY DAY MAY GLEAM WITH SUNSHINE
from time to time cloud and showers near. | [bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] Owlflight stared across the border at the handsome ginger tom. She was certain she'd seen him somewhere before, perhaps at a Gathering or on a patrol...or perhaps somewhere else...she wasn't sure. She slowly rose to her full height, but oddly, was not tensed for fight or flight. She only stood, still and relaxed, three fox-lengths from the border, her eyes meeting his.
She watched him, her two-toned eyes gleaming in the dusky night. "I'm Owlflight," she nearly breathed. Something was strong in her gut, something she didn't recognize...again, she strained towards the border. It was becoming harder and harder for her to hold herself back with logic. You'll be torn apart, she told herself. It's against the Code to go across the borders....You can't...you shouldn't...
I'm tired of answering to what everyone else thinks is right. It's time for me to take control.
She took a step towards the border, when it struck her where she knew him. His pelt...she'd seen him in her dreams: never thoroughly, only in flashes of ginger fur and gleaming eye. "His name is Seapaw," Swiftclaw'd told her once, his dark green eyes narrowed into the shadows. Seeing him fully was a bit of a shock, and something in her twinged warmly at the sight, though she couldn't recognize or name the feeling.
Owlflight moved closer. "You visit the Dark Forest," she said abruptly. Her eyes, the cause of her name, gleamed wide and rounded, set dark in her snow white face. It felt like the world was standing still about her, but between them, every movement barely lasted a blink. She was almost afraid to breathe.
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TAG(S) Seapaw.
WORD COUNT 278.
MUSIC Thoughts of a Dying Atheist - Muse.
NOTES ugh, so terrible.
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THE NIGHT ALIGHT IN LIGHTNING'S GLOW
it has stormed worse in the world already.
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Post by brackengaze on Apr 20, 2011 16:25:11 GMT -8
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Apparently this she-cat had a death wish, he mused as she drew closer and closer to the border. Why would she venture when, although he was an apprentice he had the upper paw when it came to fighting, if no strength for sure, he thought. His blue gaze studied her lithe body, noting that while she may not have had strength, she most likely had speed. Something he was still working on, his bulk did not allow for the speed he desired, only had yet to obtain. The tom thought of his own size, knowing he had power on his side, but not speed. If a cat was quicker than he, he would be lucky to land a few good blows. Always striving to be better, to be the best. If he wanted to be deputy, he would have to become the best fighter, hunter, and mentor the clan had. He would prove to Scarredstar he deserved it. But would he take it at any cost? The thought made him stop in his tracks.
So, her name is Owlflight, he did not recognize her or her name. He probably should, if he knew how much she knew of him. Dipping his mug in acknowledgement of her title. "Seapaw,"he mewed not feeling like giving a formal greeting to his own name. That was all she needed, he probably should ask her what she was doing so close to the border, so far from her own clan's camp, but her next statement stopped every thought and movement he had pondered making.
"You visit the Dark Forest."
The statement sent chills up his spine, how did she know... No cat knew, except those he trained with. Bunching his muscles the cat lunged forth aiming to push her back into the brush where his clanmates would not hear, scent or see them and to question her without the risk of her running away. As he launched himself the tom ensured he kept his claws sheathed. He would prefer not to harm her, but if she did not answer him, he would.
Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"
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Post by ✄ – – – VANYA! on Apr 20, 2011 17:42:57 GMT -8
In moments, the entrancement that tied them vanished. She could see his eyes narrow, his muscles bunching, and the tom launched across the border at her. Owlflight gasped. She was unprepared, and fell backwards, wind knocked out of her and pinned under him. She could feel his body heat seeping through her fur, a feeling that excited and angered her. She covered her emotional confusion by glaring up at him, her ears pressed against her skull.
She kicked up at him, but he was so much larger and heavier than her. Growling, she struggled violently, trying to squeeze out from under him, but she was pinned. Panic welled within her. She couldn't escape, and he was stronger. She was at his mercy...on her own territory!
"Get off me, fox dung!" Owlflight spat, narrowing her eyes at him. It occurred to her that perhaps it would work better to be kinder. Catch more flies with honey than with mouse bile, as the saying goes. She looked up at him, her gaze softening, relaxing under him. Amusement flickered in her two-toned eyes.
"You're tough, aren't you?" she purred, head tilting slightly. Her tone was somewhere between friendly and seductive, to the point where the lines between them blurred.
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Post by brackengaze on Apr 20, 2011 18:36:56 GMT -8
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Seapaw stared down at the she-cat, looking around himself and noticing the scents of Ashclan, their trees, bad idea Seapaw. Cursing himself he stepped off her, sliding back towards his own border. The apprentice was lucky no cat had seen him, he would not have been able to take on two cats, probably warriors from Ashclan. Dipping his head in apology, yet never speaking it he slipped past his border, feeling relief as he scented the familiar scents of Aspenclan.
Looking back at her, he rolled his eyes at the compliment. Did she truly think compliments worked on him, "How did you know I visited the Dark Forest? I have never scented or seen you there," he said, which was not saying much. While training the tom was not exactly observant. Flicking his tail he sat down, curling his tail around his paws and watching her, his muscles ready to attack. Although she would be prepared this time, he was sure of that. She would not have been made a warrior if she were an idiot.
Licking his chest fur, aiming to calm himself the tom flicked his tail in her direction, "You don't strike me as the type to be there," he said noting her tone, was she trying to seduce him into giving information? He was no fool. Besides Shriekingvoice would have his tongue if he did. Flicking his gaze behind her he listened for the sound of another cat, yet thankfully heard nothing. | [atrb=width,90,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2ppa59f.jpg,true]
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Post by ✄ – – – VANYA! on Apr 23, 2011 10:10:20 GMT -8
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NOT EVERY DAY MAY GLEAM WITH SUNSHINE
from time to time cloud and showers near. | [bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] Owlflight leapt up, shaking the moss from her pelt and glaring at the ginger tom. Flicking her ears back she groomed her shoulder, eyes narrowed in his direction.
"I know because I train there too, mousebrain." She flicked her tail, stirring up dust. "I've scented you there, seen flashes of you. You train with Shriekingvoice, correct?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I wonder if he and Swiftclaw are striving towards the same goal...." she murmured, almost to herself. Then she shook her head, focusing. This was still an enemy cat, and could not be trusted. She turned her head and watched him with diligence.
His words offended her. "I'm stronger than I look," she spat, fur fluffing up along her back with irritation. "I'm going to be leader of AshClan."
She sounded along the lines of an eager kit ambitious before it even received a mentor, but she knew she was justified in her claim. She was in good consideration with her Clan, and was very able and smart. And, she was willing to work for what she wanted. Work hard.
Would she spill blood? She wasn't sure. She would certainly attack anyone that tried to physically stop her, but...innocent cats? She couldn't say. Swiftclaw wanted her to...but she was her own cat. That was a decision she would make on her own.
"What are you doing so close to the border?" she asked, wrapping her tail around her paws. Since it seemed they had mutual interests, it was worth having a civil conversation, even if they were of different Clans.
Owlflight licked her paw and swiped it across her ear, dislodging a bit of dirt from behind it. All the while, she kept one ear on the area from which she came, in case someone came looking for her. It didn't worry her too much: she could just claim she was hunting and scented something on the border. No big deal. What's a little white lie to preserve her reputation?
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TAG(S) Seapaw.
WORD COUNT 336.
MUSIC S&M - Rihanna.
NOTES better.
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it has stormed worse in the world already.
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Post by brackengaze on Apr 25, 2011 18:17:34 GMT -8
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She was there too? But the she-cat seemed too nice, too pure to be a part of the Dark Forest. She seemed too innocent. Blue gaze narrowed a bit, as he studied her, deciphering how she had ccome to be in the Place of No Stars.
Unable to determine an answer he sighed, nodding to her comment. "Yes, he is my mentor,"he said. She already knew his name, it was not as if he were admitting to anything incriminating if she too was there. Relaxing a bit he licked a paw, grooming himself to remove the scent so he would smell of Aspenclan again. The last thing he needed was his clan questioning his scent. He already felt Scarredstar watching him, mostly likely due to Raggedclaws being his mentor. Who knows what the cat could be teaching him? Although it was not Raggedclaws, that stupid tom that cared nothing for his clan. Shriekingvoice, a name kits and elders a like feared was teaching him. A powering cat to make him into an even more powerful cat.
Swiftclaw? His ears perked up at the name. Who was Swiftclaw? "Is this Swiftclaw your mentor?"he asked trying to understand, maybe even get to know her. He had to give her credit for not fainting, begging for him to get off him. He was much larger than she, she had confidence. He liked that. He was starting to like her, perhaps a friend. Perhaps. He returned to reality when she spoke again. Leader of Ashclan? He smirked, "Well, I will be leader of Aspenclan, we will be rival leaders," he said knowing how ridiculous he sounded. He was still an apprentice, although would hopefully be moving onto his warrior ceremony soon.
"I could ask you the same question,"Seapaw countered as she questioned why he was so close to the border, "I felt like taking a walk. The camp bores me, I am too restless. By the way, I suppose it would be polite of me to ask your name, so what is it?"He questioned. Probably not as polite as many would, but oh well. He was Seapaw, not Romeo.
Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"
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Post by ✄ – – – VANYA! on Apr 28, 2011 3:19:38 GMT -8
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from time to time cloud and showers near. | [bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] Owlflight sighed, stretching a bit. A faint AspenClan scent hung about her pelt, and she brushed herself against a nearby tree to hide it. She'd have a lot to explain when she returned to her Clan...but she found herself caring little about that fact. Something told her this was more important than that, somehow. Again, she felt as though another cat was near her, though rather than guiding her as it had before, this was more encouraging. She could see from the corner of her eye a swipe of blue-grey fur, a flash of rich green eyes. Swiftclaw was watching her, she knew now. She could even feel his pelt brush hers.
She turned her attention back to the ginger tom across from her. "Swiftclaw is my father," she said, wrapping her long tail around her small paws. "He trains me as well." Even now, as she stared across the border at the large tom, her expression and stance was dark and vengeful, a spitting image of her father. Though she seemed like a pure and gentle she-cat from the outside, there was something building within her...something evil. Something terribly, terribly wrong.
She narrowed her eyes a bit, studying him. "My name is Owlflight," she finally said, after a moment of thought. Though her trust of this tom was quite little, her name was hardly incriminating evidence. A name was nothing.
She was perhaps beginning to like this tom, just a bit. He had guts, brute strength, and ambition: traits she, of course, admired. She was a more introverted she-cat. She was the brains; she could figure out complex situations with ease, but often required a stronger being to act out her ideas. It wasn't that she was weak, far from it. However she was certainly not an extremely strong cat, as her mind was the focal point of her being.
Owlflight stepped closer to the border, but ensured to stay within a tail-length of her own territory. Here she sat, though cautious, watching the tom through mismatched eyes.
"And what is your name?"
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TAG(S) Seapaw.
WORD COUNT 346.
MUSIC The Scientist - Coldplay.
NOTES ehh...
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it has stormed worse in the world already.
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