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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 8, 2007 10:36:55 GMT -5
"I dunno where Owlkit is, anyway." She started bouncing, barely able to contain her energy. She finally took a gigantic leap into the air. She felt the wind rushing past her ears as she went up, and the dizzying sinking sensation as she fell again, landing on her paws with no grace at all. She came down hard, laughing and rolling over. "Please can someone play with me?" She raced around the group, skidding to a halt when she had completed a circle.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 8, 2007 14:56:17 GMT -5
Shadowstep sighed. There was no way she could tell the kit to go back to camp. No way she could even persuade her. She smiled slyly and got into a playing position with her back legs neatly tucked under her ready to pounce. Fine then. Lets see how fast you are then. Try and catch me. she mewed her tail flicking back and forth waiting for the kits next move.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 8, 2007 16:56:20 GMT -5
OOC: They are in the camp......... Lilykit wants to go out of the camp is the point.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 8, 2007 17:53:28 GMT -5
Oakstorm snorted, slouching slightly as his claws raked across the soil underpaw. 'Sorry Dewstar,' he snorted hollowly, glancingat the hyper kit softly, his amber gaze pricking sharply as he glanced up at the clear sky with a growl.
'How much longer do you think we will be stuck here for?' He meowed calmly, letting some of his anger fade away slightly as he turned his orange gaze to the leader, his cinnamon fur burning in the bright sunlight, making him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 8, 2007 18:30:43 GMT -5
Dewstar faced her deputy; her blank gaze staring into his own sharpened eyes. We’ll take as long as we need, keep in mind; there are still a few injured cats around. She said. The silver cat adjusted her stiffened, scarred neck as she looked elsewhere.
Face it, Dewey, our Clan is fine. It’s you who’s still injured. Cherrypaw put in, face plastered with some non-intentional mock curiosity.
I think she's making a point, Dewstar . Kenoscar added, staring at the leader vacantly, hiding the growing satisfaction at the slow but sudden rise of the hairs on the blue she-cat's back.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 9, 2007 9:50:35 GMT -5
ooc: sorry im a bit dense Shadowstep turned her head towards the conversation ignoring the kit for a while. We can't stay here forever...most of Thunderclan are unsettled with us here to start with. she mewed agreeing with Cherrypaw and Kenoscar. Some of the cats she had met were hostile towards them. Not in a manner that they would attack or hurt them yet they always seemed more hostile and Shadowstep was sure most of the clan would make a fight to take back their home. OOC: Sorry, minor question when is the plot of the take back thing going to start or isn't?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 9, 2007 15:23:33 GMT -5
Lilykit scowled, getting more and more annoyed with their "grown-up talk". Adult cats were just so boring to the little kit. She didn't really care about whether or not the Clan would stay - it wasn't her decision to make, and she like it in both places. But right now, she cared very much because she had nothing to do. So she went about resolving that. She lowered herself into a crouch and crept silently towards Cherrypaw.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 10, 2007 15:26:38 GMT -5
Oakstorm couldn't help but gime a small growl, his neck fur prickling slightly as he glared sharply at Cherrypaw, his amber gaze burning into the apprentice's pelt. 'Show some respect,' he growled deeply, his voice low and threatening, giving a warning to the young she-cat. The tom glanced at Dewstar before at Kenoscar and Shadowstep, his pale brown pelt gleaming with the sun as he tried to calm himself.
A large brown and white body slunk across the camp, his large pale maber eyes glowing with a playful light as he moved towards the stalking Lilykit. His shoulders were hunched as he moved forward, eyes not moving from the kit and he bounded over silently, standing next to lilykit before leaning down and attempting to give the small kit and gentle nudge in the side with his paw. 'Whatcha doing lilykit?' Howlingflame mewed quietly, glancing up at the cats around them.
Howlingflame was probably one of the only cats in shadowclan who had no objections to being in another clans territory, even if it was that of his birthclan. The tom glanced around briefly before back at Lilykit, his gaze soft and playful like a kits.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 10, 2007 20:14:29 GMT -5
Lilykit's attention was on nothing but Cherrypaw. She kept herself low, sticking to the occasional patch of grass that came up between hard dirt. The ground had been packed down by so many generations of ThunderClan warriors that almost no foliage managed to take root Weedy grass can stand nearly anything, so small tufts were the only small things that grew. As Lilykit advanced, her mind on a single track, she payed no attention whatsoever to her surroundings. She didn't notice the amber orbed feline who was moving stealthily towards her. When she received a little nudge, instead of merely turning, she leaped with surprise. Letting out a squeal, she whirled around as soon as she came back down. Her fur was on end, and she had the look of a shocked badger.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 10, 2007 22:33:17 GMT -5
'Woah, Cool it Lilykit,' Howlflame gave a small purr of laughter, his bright but pale eyes glowing with humor as he looked at the small kit. 'You wanna play?' he asked, dropping to the ground and rolling onto his back, looking at her from upside down with a friendly purr.
So, Howlingflame wasn't your typical moody ShadowClanner, big woop, he still wanted to play with the kits and apprentices though. Even for a cat of his side he was gentle and wouldn't hurt and kit or apprentice for anything as he looked up at the Deputy before looking away at his sharp glare.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 12, 2007 12:54:25 GMT -5
Kenoscar stood again, his body taking up a lot of space. I don’t want to stay here much longer. I don’t how long I’m gonna be able to take staying in ThunderClan camp. What I do know is you two authority figures better get your furry butts into gear before your Clan is driven over the edge! He snarled and stomped away, the small cream apprentice close behind.
Dewstar watched them leave with a cold glare. Perhaps they’re right, maybe ShadowClan has overstayed their welcome. She said almost thoughtfully, casting an unsettled glance at her deputy.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 13, 2007 14:55:58 GMT -5
Oakstorm gave a brief nod, his narrowed amber gaze following the two for a moment before he looked at Dewstar. 'Dewstar, the clan are getting even more unsettled as the time passes, we need to find out just how many cats in the clan are fit to fight and how many still need to heal to at least find a brief amount of time we will have to stay here for,' he rasped, wrapping his long brown tail around his paws.
'Also, since we have been here we have lost all attempts to try and keep the apprentices training and making the clan stronger with new warriors and apprentices, if anything that is what we need right now,' He meowed, a slight hint of insistance in his voice as he watched the leader carefully. He glanced around the camp, giving a heavy sigh, seeing ShadowClan and ThunderClan mixed together. 'Being here shouldn't stop us from continuing the training of our apprentices, since there are still many.'
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 13, 2007 16:23:09 GMT -5
Right... Dewstar meowed, looking blankly at the rest of the group. She tried to perk up, but whenever she did it always led to her being reminded of the loss she and her Clan suffered. The blue-eyed leader once more looked towards the two cats taking thier leave; Kenoscar and Cherrypaw, though they were making her slowly realize that she didn't have much more time, she had a feeling they were going to be trouble later on.
Another black tom approached the group now, smaller than the last, but still bustling with muscles. Are you guys having a party over here? The ThunderClan deputy rang in, giving a humble smirk. Midnightfang seated himself beside Dewstar, looking at the gathered felines with his yellow gaze.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 13, 2007 20:01:59 GMT -5
Lilykit, her mind completely detached from the troubled conversation of the adults, grinned and jumped at Howlingflame. It didn't matter to her that he was getting glared at by the deputy, or that he was about four times her size. A playmate was a playmate. She hissed gleefully as she leaped, her little paws clumsy and just a bit too big for her legs. She wasn't graceful or tricky, but her energy made up for that. Falling in a tangled sprawl, she bounced up again and continued her race to attack. "I'll get you!" she mewed, her voice blissfully happy under the badly imitated fierceness.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 15, 2007 8:39:02 GMT -5
Shadowstep said nothing as the conversation progressed only turned to give a quick glance towards the Thunderclan Deputy. What you are saying makes sense. It would be stupid sending an apprentice into a fight knowing that the outcome would be certain death; it would be better to wait until the apprentices are trained. she mewed the latter part more half heartedly than the first. How long would it take for the apprentices to get trained? Moons? Surely not it would be too long. Shadowstep gave herself a quick conscious lick. I don't think the new 'Shadowclan' would stay in their new territory for long. They wouldn't attack here; they're outnumbered but Riverclan and Windclan are the ones' facing danger. she meowed, closely watching for her leaders and Deputies words. Kenoscar seemed reckless and Cherrypaw followed closely in the same direction with Starclans luck they wouldn't do anything brash that could send their clan into another war? One was already brewing but it didn't help with two Clan cats both blood thirsty.
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