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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Mar 5, 2008 12:50:48 GMT -6
There was the unexpected sensation of drowning, first, then of falling that seemed to last for many lifetimes.
Then Crookedtears felt ground slam into her, and pain was the first real thing that she actually felt in this new life of hers. The DemonClan cat first looked at her paws, which, though more solid than when she was in the dank forest, were still a little hazy.
She stepped carefully on the soft grass beneath her pads, and yowled with triumph as she did not sink into that endless fall again. Crookedtears tested a few battle moves in her enthusiasm, then forced herself to calm herself. ||Look at you, acting like a kit...|| she scolded herself, then checked the land around her.
She was sure, now, that she was in GrassClan territory, not too far from the camp. These were no other cats in sight, so she set of in the direction that would lead her to Pigeonstar, the cat she had to possess. It was her mission. And she must not fail.
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Post by Holly on Mar 5, 2008 17:36:01 GMT -6
Pumaheart had been hunting alone. She crouched down at the sight of a young rabbit nibbling at something. Suddenly it sat up straight and dashed off with Pumaheart at its heels. "Darnnit!" she hissed as the rabbit dived into its hole. "I was sure I was downwind!" Maybe it'd just smelled something else, she concluded. Pumaheart started to get a strange feeling. She looked around, eyes scanning the moar. She thought she saw something, but it was as clear as the wind. Might as well be the wind.
(Just so you know, it'll be harder for Crookedtears to get into camp because there are no trees to cast shadows. But then there is the thin layer of snow here and there that will help disguise her.)
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Mar 6, 2008 16:25:24 GMT -6
Crookedtears turned her head at the sound of Pumaheart, and felt a small jolt of recognition. "You're still alive?" she muttered, obviously annoyed. Pumaheart was her descendant, and was fairly good-natured, which, of course, bugged this evil she-cat.
She crept more stealthily along, now, wary of the elderly she-cat. She hugged herself to the snow, which was colder than she remembered.
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Mar 12, 2008 15:17:15 GMT -6
She had made it to the encampment easily, though that darned Pumaheart had slowed her way a little, as had a few other warriors out hunting or starting patrols. Creeping low to the ground, Crookedtears shifted her weight with discomfort. She was cold and wet, two things she disliked, but she felt the comforting presence of her mate watching her, so she sidled up to a rock and lay low to watch the goings on.
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Post by Holly on Mar 15, 2008 12:16:09 GMT -6
Catching a rabbit later on near the Rabbit Holes, Pumaheart returned to camp. As she placed it on the freshkill pile, the strange feeling washed over her again. She scanned the moar once more, and glanced from her spot at each of the dens. Nothing... She trotted over to Mistypaw and meowed,"Do you want to try some fighting moves?"
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Post by {.dancer.} on Mar 15, 2008 13:30:38 GMT -6
Mistypaw scrambled to her paws. "Sure!" she said, always up for training.
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Mar 23, 2008 12:31:03 GMT -6
"Oh, for the love of Witheredstar..." the dead she-cat muttered, settling herself on the ground to watch the eager apprentice. ||Perhaps she can be of use to me...|| she thought, beginning to focus on the young she-cat Pumaheart had called "Mistypaw". Waiting for dark, and for the two to get a move on, Crookedtears lay close to the ground, hiding in the thick grass that rimmed the camp.
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Post by Holly on Mar 25, 2008 9:32:28 GMT -6
"Alright then," Pumaheart meowed. "Let's go practice by the Great Stump. It might be to your enjoyment to jump off of it and onto you enemy."
(Continued in the, where else?, GrassClan Territory.)
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Apr 14, 2008 17:21:55 GMT -6
Crookedtears nodded in agreement with Pumaheart, and rose a bit when the two she-cats padded away. Her attention quickly switched to where the leader's den was--to where she'd spent many nights in life, huddled close to Witheredstar. A fire began to burn inside her. She wanted to feel life again. She wanted it now.
(Errmmm...When are we ACTUALLY going to do this?)
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Post by Holly on Apr 21, 2008 18:12:57 GMT -6
(.... Soon .... ^^)
Pumaheart stood by the Great Stump and meowed,"Well, now. You pretend that I am a TreeClan Warrior. I came with a patrol of other Warriors and we have decided that we want more Territory for ourselves. What we want to do is get to the camp. I'm on my way, and you're near the Great Stump. What do you do? Well, think as I back up. I'll run by in a few moments and you stop me." Pumaheart backed up a ways until the Great Stump was about the size of a cat's paw. She waited.
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Apr 27, 2008 15:53:53 GMT -6
[/i]. "Riverpaw!" she heard him breathe, and felt her own essence singed by the power of utter affection. However, she struggled to keep control, and eventually won, new lungs working hard the deal with the shock both she and the leader must have felt. "I'm alive..." she whispered, in Pigeonstar's strong, male voice. "I'm ALIVE!" [/color][/size] [/ul]
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Post by Holly on Apr 27, 2008 16:42:07 GMT -6
( O.O Continue this in camp, would ya? XD I'M ALIVE!)
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Apr 27, 2008 16:52:55 GMT -6
(I don't want to, I'm done. XP Unless you want to react to it. Then YOU can start a thread where whoever goes, "Dude, WTF was that?")
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Post by {.dancer.} on Apr 28, 2008 19:09:25 GMT -6
Mistypaw jumped onto the stump, and waited for Pumaheart to run by. As she waited, she quickly formulated a plan. With some luck, it would work.
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