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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 11, 2007 20:14:43 GMT -5
The camp's silence was never at the right time for the small white she-cat as she moved quietly across the camp, a fish in her jaws. she dropped it on the fresh kill pile before looking up, her bright blue gaze sweeping the camp as she gave a silent sigh.
Willowstream was good at listening, since that was all she really did. It didn't matter what was happening or how angry she was, Willowstream would never talk, even in emergencies. The small white and tabby she-cat moved lightly over to the far side of the camp, leaping up onto a large flat rock and looking across the camp. |
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 11, 2007 20:30:04 GMT -5
OOC-what??
OH!
Mistshine?
I can't respond now.
fingers hurt. lol. and busy sorting something out.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 12, 2007 0:50:59 GMT -5
OOC//Lol, it's alright, take your time.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 12, 2007 17:24:48 GMT -5
The pure white deputy padded slowly around camp. She had sent everyone out on patrols and had been on one herself, and now had nothing to do. She'd patrolled, hunted, eaten, and slept and now it was late afternoon...and she was bored.
Then she spotted a white cat, a she-cat, dropping fish on the fresh-kill pile and padding over to a flat boulder. Mistshine's tail stuck straight up. She could chat or share tongues with the she-cat! Her name was Willowstream...though Mistshine didn't know the quiet warrior well, she seemed nice enough.
Mistshine leaped cleanly onto the flat slab of stone and smiled. Hello, Willowstream. Rather large catch you just brought, she chuckled, waving her tail at the fresh-kill pile.
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[[this is just for no reason]]
Treepaw glanced at her deputy as she returned to camp, dropping a small fish and a vole onto the pile. The vole lay alone, surrounded by slippery, wet prey. She chuckled, then picked out her lunch, sitting. Her eyes wandered, then she spotted a peculiar sight. Her tabby head cocked. On the stone slab was Mistshine, along with another warrior, Willowstream. Mistshine seemed to be asking the other she-cat a question...but that was not the strange part. The strange part was that....the two small cats were exactly the same shape and size, and their striking blue eyes were very alike. They were both white, even though Mistshine was all white and Willowstream had a tabby patch near her ear. Either way, they were too much alike. They were like...like Treepaw and Thornpaw--who had disappeared a long time ago. Their appearances were the same. Almost. Treepaw frowned....
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 13, 2007 15:13:58 GMT -5
Willowstream's blue gaze moved up to the deputy as she smiled, dipping her head respectfully to the deputy. she gave a wave of her tail to the space beside her, giving a warm purr. 'Happens from time to time,' she meowed quietly, blinking warmly to mistshine before looking across the camp at Treepaw for a moment before back to the deputy.
There had always been something strange about Mistshine to her, she didn't know if it was just the way she talked or the way she acted but it just seemed, familiar. Willowstream tilted her head thoughtfully, blinking slightly before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. |
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 18, 2007 21:46:59 GMT -5
ooc///again, really sorry I'm the most forgetful person EVER!
Mistshine nodded, and as she did, she scanned the camp. There was Treepaw, basking in the sunlight, but besides for her the camp was empty except for the two white cats. Mistshine thought of Willowstream as.....she couldn't really explain it, but Willowstream seemed sort of strange to her. There was just something....familiar about her.
Actually, Mistshine thought, Willowstream reminded the pure-white cat of herself. Same body type, same eyes, and they even talked the same way. Mistshine turned to stare at Willowstream, eyes starting to bulge.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Dec 19, 2007 1:50:54 GMT -5
Willowstream looked at the deputy, her blue gaze almost questioning as she reamined silent, just watching Mistshine closely. 'What's Wrong?' she asked in her usual quiet and smooth voice, sitting up and wrapping her long tabby tail around her paws, still watching the deputy.
It was almost at once that it hit her, how much the two were alike. For a moment she thought it was just a fandom thing but as she thought about it, everything just seemed to fit together. How they looked alike, acted alike and even at times fought the same. |
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Post by //Diamonte . x on Dec 19, 2007 8:07:40 GMT -5
((Hope I can join))
Pyrostorm of RiverClan, a big chunky yet athletic looking male tom with sparkling emerald green eyes prowled around camp with his head down but eyes looking up, foucusing on where he was going. well that's what it seemed his was doing.
Pyrostorm brushed past Willowstream, bumping her slightly with his shoulder by mistake.
He span round and looking shocked, witch he was, appologised quickly to Willostream.
"Willowstream...I...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you, you see i was kinda daydreaming...I'm really sorry...."
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 27, 2007 13:24:08 GMT -5
OOC/you're not really supposed to...w/e. she'll just shoo him away [bahaha]
Mistshine shook her angular head. It's just...haven't you noticed how...alike we are? She dared to look up at the warrior, staring into her blue eyes...It's kind of strange. She shrugged and raised her tail at Pyrostorm as he bumped into Willowstream. I'm sure she's all right, Pyrostorm. In fact, could you go lead a patrol around the ThunderClan border? It would do me a great favor. She smiled briefly and turned back to Willowstream. Ignore me...I 'notice' things that aren't true, half of the time.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Jan 8, 2008 17:42:47 GMT -5
Willowstream.
It's just...haven't you noticed how...alike we are?
It's kind of strange.
Ignore me...I 'notice' things that aren't true, half of the time.
Willowstream gave mistshine a thoughtful look before blinking and sitting up. 'No you're right, we aremore alike than normal cats are, sort of like siblings are,' she mewed quietly, her blue gaze flickering around the camp before back at the deputy. 'I've noticed it before.'
Willowstream gave a small sigh, looking down at her paws for a moment before back up at Mistshine with a slightly confused look on her face. 'It doesn't make sence,' she mewed. |
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