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Post by *~Sunny~* on Jan 17, 2006 18:09:46 GMT -5
I had been rpging for two years before I came here. So I already knew how to rpg. I'm on another site that I've been for almost a year, and it is where I really got my rpging boosted up to another level.
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Post by icefang on Jan 17, 2006 18:40:40 GMT -5
Right now I've been doing this site for... *counts*... 5 and a half months assuming I started early August.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 17, 2006 18:52:50 GMT -5
okay this is a story from Froggy, not me and it's not finshed yet but it's great!!!
~Of Slivers and Swirls~ ~By Froggy~ © by Froggdly inc!
~Chapter 1~
Sliverfoot lay outside the Medicine Cat’s den, staring at Swirlingwind. She was beautiful, her silky fur shined silver in the moonlight. He was not a Medicine Cat; he was just there to have a sliver removed from his foot. That was his sign, and tonight was his vigil. Hers had been only a few moonrises ago, so he wasn’t that much younger. He knew she liked Crookedjaw so he wouldn’t go padding after her, er, he wouldn’t let her know he was padding after him. He would wait until she realized her true feelings for him. The two had been apprentices together and they had quarreled all the time. He had just fought to make her mad, and now when he realized his true feelings for her he had been angry with himself, for now she hated him. “What are you doing, staring at her, you used to fight when you were an apprentice,” came a booming voice. Sliverfoot looked up to see the clan Medicine Cat, Hayfire, looking down at him. Sliverfoot turned around to lay on his back and sheepishly grinned at him, “Well, you’re all fixed, you just need to keep the cobwebs and poultice on until it stops bleeding. Would you like poppy seeds for pain?” Sliverfoot shook his head no, after all he couldn’t talk he had a vigil to keep. He got up to go sit in the middle of the clearing but suddenly Hayfire spoke in a strange voice, almost robotic, very unusual from the one he normally used. Brook the cat may be, but doom the cat will bring. “Off to the vigil you go,” he meowed with a strange smile on his face as if he had just woken up from a leisurely nap in the sun. What happened, what did it mean he wondered did I just receive a message from StarClan? He woke up the next morning excited, cold, and hungry. It had snowed over night. Excitement took over and he went to the warrior’s den to see whom he could wake up. Swirlingwind was in there, a smile danced across his face, and a shiver ran pleasantly down his spine, he wouldn’t wake her up. Maybe when she heard he had woken everyone else except her she might relieve him from some guilt of his mishaps he had ever so joyfully pinned on her. How young and kit-like he had acted. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, but all that did was make his head hurt. Sliverfoot stopped and tried to step lightly over Swirlingwind but his claw snagged a chunk of her fur and when he tried to lift his leg he tripped and ended up landing right on top of her. “What now!?” demanded Swirlingwind as she woke with a start, “What have you pinned on me this time? What did you break? What wall did you collapse this time, the nursery, or the apprentices den again?” She hissed shrilly. “I…” he faltered then decided to tell the truth. “I came in to try and find a good nest, and you seemed to be sleeping in the best one.” Ok, so it wasn’t the truth, but it was as close to the truth he could get without telling her his whole plan. Oh, no, now she was mad, her tail lashed side to side and her eyes burned with fury. “So, what were you going to do, drag me out of it by my fur?” she thrust her head close and got right up to his face, he could almost taste her sweet scent and would have just stood there forever smelling her except for at that moment the clan leader, Macestar, burst into the den, shaking with fury. “What is going on here,” she growled, “Sliverfoot, why did you wake Swirlingwind?” I didn’t want to, it was an accident, I only wanted to wake the others, he thought, and almost smiled to himself but then caught the look of pure rage in Swirlingwind’s eyes and didn’t. “Well?” Macestar prompted. “I was only trying to find a spot to sleep, Macestar,” he said, bowing his head. “Stop this nonsense at once, Sliverfoot, you may lead the patrol, take Frozenpelt, Brookpaw, and Thorncoat with you.” “But that’s hardly a punishment,” Swirlingwind meowed with resentment. “It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Macestar said and he thought he saw a small smile dash across her face. She was enjoying this! He thought infuriated. Calm down, you get to lead the patrol, think of that as an honor. He forced himself to give a respectful lick to Macestar and then went to call the others. While he waited for the other cats to finish eating Sliverfoot looked longingly at Swirlingwind. “Sliverfoot!” he rushed back to attention as Brookpaw called to him. Seeing they were done he followed them out of the clearing and into the damp, dense forest.
~Chapter 2~
The patrol had so far been uneventful so he let his mind wander. Suddenly a scent blew across his nose, Mouse! It was the dead of whitetime and prey was scarce, so Macestar had told them to bring back anything they could catch. Getting into a low crouch, keeping all his weight in his haunches silently he stalked it and when he was a tail length away he pounced. He killed it with one swift bite to the spine. “Nice catch!” Thorncoat meowed approvingly. He had not been his mentor but Sliverfoot still felt a rush of pride at the senior warriors praise. Sliverfoot nodded his thanks at the compliment. There was no need to bury it; they were on their way back to camp. Once they were back in camp, two mice and one rabbit later, Sliverfoot went to report to Macestar. He sat outside the den, not wanting to go in, he was still upset about earlier, even if she had let him lead patrol. “Come on, Sliverfoot, come in, I can smell you. You can’t sit out there forever.” Macestar growled amused. Silently he cursed himself for dawdling, why not just get it over with, he would see her every day until she died and went to StarClan. “How did patrol go?” she asked. “It was fine,” he replied stiffly. “Go get a fresh piece of kill and go to sleep,” she said gently and then added, “Be careful where you put your feet!” Mumbling curses under his breath he selected a skinny rabbit and went to sit next to Kinktail, one of his oldest friends and they talked about the days events. Kinktail described her apprentice Oakpaw’s assignment. He had to hunt around frozen creek and see what he could find. Oakpaw had gotten two water voles and a thrush. “Wow, that must have been enough to feed all the elders!” he exclaimed. “Yes,” Kinktail purred, “Macestar was ecstatic and told him to take his kill right to the elders.” “Macestar!” growled Sliverfoot, “She thinks she knows everything about love- I mean life.” “Life indeed,” meowed Kinktail amusedly. “Yes life,” spat Sliverfoot and he stalked to the warriors’ den, not looking at Swirlingwind. He curled up in a nest near the outer ring, back facing her. “You know,” mewed Kinktail, following close behind him, “If you want her to like you, you should probably go explain things to her.” “Yeah, and you will finally confess your love to Splitear,” he meowed sarcastically, “who died and made you the love doctor?” “Fine, just trying to give you some advice!” bristled Kinktail sounding hurt. “Kinktail-“ “Don’t talk to me! I guess my advice isn’t as valued as much as I thought it was!” She turned and waked to the other side of the warriors’ den. Glaring at him she laid down nest to Frozenpelt and started talking. Every few minutes she would look up and glare, though every time it was getting less and less hostile. Finally she got up and trudged over to him. She said nothing but lay down next to him, fur brushing against his. When he woke in the morning he was surprised to see the snow had started to melt. Robincrest’s kits were playing outside of the nursery with a ball of moss. “Morning Leopardkit, Pantherkit,” he meowed as he walked past. “Sliverfoot!” called a voice, turning around he spotted Brookpaw hurrying towards him. “Thank StarClan I caught you, you’re to go on patrol with Swirlingwind, Crookedjaw, and me, if you think you can handle it,” she added mischievously. “You little!” he growled and took a threatening step forward. “O.K. we’ll wait by the entrance of camp for you,” she meowed and flounced over to sit by Crookedjaw. Who does she think she is? She’s nothing more than an apprentice! He ate quickly and walked over to the patrol. Without looking at him Swirlingwind started into the woods. As they walked along the border Sliverfoot snuck glances at Swirlingwind, who, he wasn’t happy to see, was walking side by side with Crookedjaw, flank touching flank. He glanced around hoping Brookpaw didn’t see the look of disgust on his face. He turned around and caught Brookpaw staring at him with a look of longing. What does she want? Just this morning she was fighting with me. Wait, isn’t that what I used to do with Swirlingwind? Oh, no, Brookpaw must like me! He kept watching her. No she must have more than a crush on me, the way she’s looking at me! He didn’t notice Swirlingwind had stopped and he barreled right into her, sending her into the creek. No, no, no, no, no, this wasn’t happening! She limped out of the creek and looked at him, her face twisted with pure, hot, anger. “What do you think you are doing?” she screeched, “I don’t have an eye on you for a minute and you think of some way to torture me! Well, I don’t have to stand around and take this, the patrol is finished!” And with that she stalked back to camp, trying valiantly to keep her tail from drooping under the weight of the water. Once inside camp Swirlingwind went straight to the Macestar’s den to have a word with her. Moments later Macestar walked out and padded over to him. He stared down at his rabbit and silently willed her to walk past him. It didn’t work. She stretched out next to him and waited for Sliverfoot to explain what had happened. “Well,” he began, “I was watching Brookpaw and I didn’t see her stop. That’s all that happened, I swear it by StarClan.” She nodded slowly as if she really believed him. “It was an accident!” “Yes, an accident,” Swirlingwind spat scornfully as she strolled up, “why do accidents always seem to happen when I’m around?” “I…I…” he flustered, “ IreallylikeyoubutIgetallnervouswhenyou’rearound!” he let his words flow out like a river. “What? What are you talking about? You’re not high on catnip are you?” she asked suspiciously and sniffed him. “Great StarClan, isn’t it obvious? He has been padding after you ever since you were made a warrior!” Macestar said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, Sliverfoot you’ll just have to find someone else, I have already found someone,” she hissed menacingly. “I can’t find someone else, someone else found me!” he snarled, “Brookpaw has been mooning after me like I did to you and I realize how annoying that is, I don’t even like her, but I like her as a friend just fine,” he quickly meowed as Macestar gave him a hard stare. “I… what… what I’m really trying to say is… why don’t you and Crookedjaw have a nice life together,” he said dramatically. “I…but…how…I… how did you know that I liked him!” she hissed surprised. “Oh, it’s obvious,” he said lightly. “Sometimes you toms are so full of your selves!” she hissed shrilly, walking towards the entrance. “Wait a moment will you Swirlingwind, we need to have an apprentice ceremony,” Macestar meowed. She leaped onto the Great Rock and beckoned Leopardkit and Pantherkit forward. “From this day forward, until they have earned their warrior names, these apprentices will be called Leopardpaw and Pantherpaw. Sliverfoot, you are without an apprentice and the clan respects your loyalty and perseverance, you will be mentor to Leopardpaw. Crookedjaw, you are also without an apprentice, please pass on all you know to this apprentice, you will be mentor to Pantherpaw.” “Leopardpaw! Pantherpaw! Leopardpaw! Pantherpaw!” the Clan chanted as one. As soon as the ceremony was done Swirlingwind crept out of camp. She looked nervous, and her head darted around, checking that no one saw her. Sliverfoot decided to follow her. Telling Leopardpaw to stay in camp, he slid after her, melting into the shadows. How strange, she’s going to the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan! Either she’s running away or she’s meeting someone. He slowed to a halt as a cat slipped out of the water. Watching her knead the ground in excitement he began to unsheathe and sheathe his claws, angrily flexing. Riverfur, he thought astonished as he recognized the cat, what’s he doing here? Sliverfoot opened his mouth into a silent hiss. Wait, he told himself, maybe she can explain what’s going on, he didn’t want to believe the truth, that his beloved was breaking the warrior code, nor did he want to see such a cat betray the Clan they were born to. Sighing he turned around and made his way back to camp. In his heart he knew he should have confronted them, but he also knew that Macestar would punish Swirlingwind and he couldn’t do that to her. Was he breaking the warrior code by not reporting what he saw?
~Chapter 3~
He looked up into the sky, the moon was at its fullest. It had been three moonrises and now it was the gathering. With Macestar in the lead they ran down the now familiar path towards Fourtrees. Sliverfoot loved the feeling of the cool night air racing along his back. He felt free, as if nothing could do harm to him. When they arrived at Fourtrees Macestar leaped onto the Great Rock and went to converse with Swampstar, the leader of ThunderClan. Sliverfoot gazed around, he was still amazed that the clans could only get along enough to tell of happenings in their clan, but then again his loyalty was to the clan and only to the clan. He would not hesitate to do what Macestar ordered, even if he was still a bit angry with her. He looked around searching, and when he found what he was looking for he went to sit next to Kinktail as she talked to Riverfur. “Yes, I’m fine Kinktail and you? That’s great,” he meowed as she nodded. “Sliverfoot how are you?” he asked with a cold politeness as he noticed Sliverfoot. He must know, Sliverfoot thought anxiously, how could he? He must have seen me! “Yes, well, we have to be going, good to see you!” Sliverfoot mewed in a false cheery voice as he dragged Kinktail over to Hayfire. “What was that about?” she asked looking surprised. “He makes me nervous, all jittery and stuff, that’s all.” Sliverfoot replied, “come, let’s talk to Hayfire and the other Medicine Cats.” “Welcome young ones, please, sit with us while the leaders discuss the events,” Hayfire meowed warmly. Sliverfoot started to say something but was cut off by the familiar yowl of Macestar, signaling the start of the gathering. First Swampstar, the leader of ThunderClan gave news of a new litter of kits and the making of two apprentices into warriors. Next, Midnightstar, the leader of ShadowClan talked about their warriors too, then Tallstar of WindClan, and finally Macestar was aloud to discuss the good news about Kinktail, Swirlingwind, and Sliverfoot. Sliverfoot sat a little straighter and lifted his head a little higher when he was announced. After the gathering, while Sliverfoot lay in his bedding he began to ponder over what to do about Brookpaw, but before he could reach a decision he fell asleep.
~Chapter 4~
Springing back he shook his whiskers and muttered, “Never shoulda tried to catch fish, it’s just…” “You know,” said a voice. Rotating around he rested his gaze upon Swirlingwind. “What do you want? Did you come down here just to make fun of me?” “If you’re in RiverClan and you can’t catch fish what does that say about you?” she continued mockingly. “If you think you’re so high and mighty why don’t you catch one,” he spat scornfully, “instead of standing around and making fun of me?” “Fine,” she growled, “watch me and you might learn a thing or two.” And with that she turned around and hooked a fish with her claw. “See, to you I am the high and mighty.” “Well, if you thin you are so good how about teaching Riverfur how to catch fish!” he blurted out suddenly. “What, how…did…know…” she stumbled out almost incoherently. “Let’s just say I saw you and Riverfur meeting at the river,” he said evenly. “Oh, that, that was just a meeting between the two of us, nothing serious,” she meowed. “But did he see anything else, that is the question,” she mused apparently talking to herself. “I…I won’t tell if you teach me how to fish,” Sliverfoot meowed quickly, not wanting to miss his chance. “Well,” she began. “Please,” he pleaded, practically on the ground, “I have an apprentice, Leopardpaw needs to know how to fish and in order to accomplish that I need to know how to fish!” he meowed exasperated. “I can. Only if you won’t tell!” she growled quickly. “I won’t, I swear it by StarClan!” “Good, then the first thing you need to know is never let you shadow go over the water, so the fish don’t see you.” She explained patiently. Swirlingwind gave him secret lessons for seven more moonrises. The clan never asked where they would disappear to, thank StarClan! Macestar noticed they were getting friendlier so she didn’t bother to stop them from doing what they were doing. Sliverfoot didn’t like lying to her, but what choice did he have? Finally he gave in and brought Leopardpaw to the river when he thought he was able to teach her how to fish. “Okay, first never let your shadow go over the water, we don’t want the fish to see you.” He repeated in the same voice Swirlingwind had used so many times before with him. “Okay,” she responded, leaning over the edge a little to far for Sliverfoot’s liking and he was about to say something when she fell in. Laughing he waited for her to climb out but when she didn’t and kept thrashing about in the cold water he began to get worried. He leaped in to save her but the current carried her away. Sliverfoot climbed out, knowing that he was more use to her strong, and that he shouldn’t waste his energy trying to swim after her when he could just run. Running down the bank he tried to keep her in sight, but the waves were churning and kept dunking her under. He knew that if he didn’t reach her soon he might not save her. Just as he was about to give up hope who should appear but another cat, and down-river even! The cat leaped in and with its powerful strokes he pulled her out on Sliverfoot’s side of the river. It was not a RiverClan cat either! He rushed over to Leopardpaw, not caring who the cat was that had saved her. She looked pitifully small; her brown fur was soaking and clung to her body. Her eyes were shut, and she didn’t move. Please Leopardpaw, come back to me. Please StarClan, send her back, she is not ready to come to you yet. He sat there praying with all his heart for a few moments and was about to bring her back to camp to mourn for her when she coughed and spit out what must have been the whole river. ~Chapter 5~
“Leopardpaw,” he cried out joyfully, “you’re alive!” “I think she’ll be okay, just get her back to your Medicine Cat so she can be looked at,” said the cat who had saved her. Sliverfoot looked up to see Riverfur and spat, “What are you doing here, why were you by the river, were you hoping to steal some prey?” “Keep your fur on, I was just out hunting. On our side of the river!” he added when he saw Sliverfoot’s look of triumph, “and I happened to see this apprentice, whom I assume is yours, fall into the river and practically drown,” he snarled, “You should be thanking me, not accusing me of stealing your prey!” “Yes, well, I must admit, you did save her, and for that I am thankful, however, just because you saved her doesn’t mean you were allowed on our territory!” Sliverfoot growled menacingly. “Just get her back to your Medicine Cat and forget the whole incident, and if it makes you feel better go soak yourself and say you rescued her!” he meowed and stormed off to the river, crossed it, gave one final glare and disappeared into the bushes. “What happened?” Leopardpaw asked in a daze, “Who was that?” “That,” Sliverfoot spat, “was the worst excuse for a cat I have ever seen, or in other words Riverfur.” “Oh,” she replied and nodded as if she understood, which she couldn’t possibly have, given the stress she was under. “Come on, we better let Hayfire check you for shock and treat you with whatever he calls that stuff.” Sliverfoot said wearily. They trudged back to camp and when they got there he sent her off to visit Hayfire and Sliverfoot went to talk to Macestar. After he had explained everything, leaving out the part about Riverfur’s suggestion to go soak himself, the “Riverfur is the worst excuse for a cat I have ever seen,” part and the part where he accused Riverfur of stealing prey, because he really knew that he had just made that up because he despised Riverfur with every fiber of his body. Okay, so he hadn’t told her everything, just everything she had to know. As he was about to go into the warriors’ den he saw Swirlingwind walk out, stretch her long, lean muscles and go talk to Macestar. When he entered the den he heard Frozenpelt tell Robincrest that Swirlingwind was going to have kits. Everyone naturally thought that they were Crookedjaw’s, but Sliverfoot knew that they were Riverfur’s. He hurried out of the den, forgetting about sleep and raced to Macestar’s den to wait for Swirlingwind to come out. When she came out he led her over to the back of the camp and asked her about the kits, and how were they really Riverfur’s. “Yes, okay, they are Riverfur’s, but don’t tell anyone for should they judge the kits and not me. The clan will think they are Crookedjaw’s for as long as I live. I will tell them, and just them, when I am on my deathbed, who their father was and what a strong and noble warrior he was.” She said glaring at him, “If you tell anyone I will flay the fur off your back.” “I understand, just today he saved Leopardpaw from drowning, I owe him my apprentice’s life, I will not tell anyone,” Sliverfoot said defeated. “Good,” she spat and walked back to the warriors’ den pulling a smile back on her face. Following her Sliverfoot went to lie down by Kinktail. Staring through the bramble, at Silverpelt, Sliverfoot prayed to StarClan to guide him through this predicament. He was about to sleep when he heard a twig-snapping crack, jerking out of his stupor Sliverfoot silently craned his head around just in time to see Swirlingwind sneak out, probably going to see Riverfur, he thought. He would have stopped her, or at least followed her, but he knew that she had a right to tell him, in private. Ignoring a nagging feeling that told him to follow her he closed his eyes and let sleep catch up to him. The following morning he was awakened by a shrieking wail, “Swirlingwind, she’s…she’s gone!” He sprang to attention as Robincrest wailed again. “Hush at once,” hissed Macestar, “you’ll scare all the prey away! Maybe she’s just gone hunting.” “Alone?!” shrieked Robincrest, “in her condition?!” “What condition?” asked Crookedjaw as he blinked sleepily, walking out of the warriors’ den. “She’s having your kits, you great lump of fur!” Frozenpelt snarled as she followed him out. “Great StarClan, you’d think you didn’t even know what color her fur is!” she snapped. “I know what color fur she has!” he meowed indignantly, “it’s… it’s… gray?” he supplied helplessly. “NO you great badger, it’s only the most beautiful shade of SILVER I have ever seen!” Sliverfoot screeched. Okay, he thought, Riverfur is not the worst excuse for a cat, although a close second, Crookedjaw is! He can’t even remember his own supposed mate’s pelt color! “Honestly, you’d think you’d know more about her, or did you mate with her just to keep the legacy going?” Sliverfoot hissed, trying to make it seem as if he had mated with her, “I’m going to go hunting, Kinktail, Oakpaw, Leopardpaw, how about coming with me?” he asked, opening his eyes wide enough to signal that he was not actually going hunting. “Yes, of course,” meowed Kinktail, quickly taking the hint. Walking with Kinktail, Leopardpaw and Oakpaw out of camp they stopped in a clearing to decide where to look. “I’ll go up by the river, Leopardpaw, come with me, Oakpaw, take the trail along the WindClan border, Kinktail, take the border between us and ThunderClan.” They all nodded and broke apart.
~Chapter 6~
As he walked along the river with Leopardpaw at his side, his eyes were searching, but his mind reeled with possibilities. Did she go of her own accord; did Riverfur kill her when he heard about the kits? Was she dragged off by a badger, weighted down by her unborn kits? His mind was over following, he needed to get rid of the possibilities, he needed to talk to Riverfur. Sliverfoot told Leopardpaw to stay along the trail and keep out of trouble while he went to talk to Riverfur. He hurried through the bracken, determined to find Swirlingwind. He go to the border before Kinktail had passed by and swam across the river with his powerful forelimbs. Crouched down, hiding in the reeds, he scanned to the area and tasted the air. Smelling a ThunderClan patrol he shrank back even farther into the reeds, hoping they would conceal his smell.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 18, 2006 22:22:35 GMT -5
If im allowed, i enter my story? YOu ahve to go to the story board and click 'Sly' to read it thoug, casue i cant copy and paste...
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Post by icefang on Jan 21, 2006 10:41:00 GMT -5
I could copy and paste it for you if you want!
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 21, 2006 11:21:33 GMT -5
Isn't it a little long? its over 8000 words.... and its rated T for teen because of lanugage and suggestive theemes. And i don't know if people are allowed to do that.... like read it, I mean.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 28, 2006 20:53:22 GMT -5
her's some more of Froggy's story, i can't make it all one post, sorry
As they got close he could see who was in the patrol, he recognized a white tom named Whitestorm and thankfully Riverfur. “You guys go ahead, I’ll look for a rabbit over here.” Said Riverfur, motioning with his tail over to the reeds where Sliverfoot was hiding. “What do you want?” he spat as the patrol walked away. “Where is Swirlingwind?” demanded Sliverfoot, his hackles rising. “What did you do with her?” Riverfur said nothing and stared at the ground. “I saw her sneak out to visit you yesterday night?” Sliverfoot went on. “Yes, she did come visit me, and she said she was going to have kits!” he said eyes shining, “but she said she was never going to tell the Clan they were mine!” Riverfur exploded as the shining quickly turned to flashes of anger, “we couldn’t have had that could we?” “You traitor!” snarled Sliverfoot, “she loved you, as much as she believed in StarClan, she risked exile to be with you and this is how you repay her?” Shaking with rage Sliverfoot meowed, “Let me ask you one more question, where did you dump her, like…like…crowfood?” “Let’s just say, love bites,” Riverfur replied twistedly. Not bothering to reply to Riverfur’s obscene comment Sliverfoot flung himself into the river and swam across. “Love bites, love bites, what could he mean? Love, that meant him and Swirlingwind; bites, adders bite! He’s taken her to Sunningrocks!” he hissed sickened, “she’ll never make it, surely she’s already been bitten, but I’ve got to try!” He raced like the four great clans before him and eventually crossed the river for a third time and skidded to a stop in front of the Sunningrocks. He was relieved to see she was unharmed but his heart flew up into his mouth when he saw her surrounded in a complete circle by adders.
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“Swirlingwind!” he yowled as he rushed to her side, through the circle of adders, not caring if he got bitten, he had to save the kits! His explosive yowl brought a ThunderClan patrol running, Skyheart was leading the way. His apprentice, Bluepaw, followed him like a shadow. “What is going on here? Why are you on our territory?” Skyheart spat. “Please, I’ll explain it later, just help me get her out of here!” Sliverfoot begged, “She’s going to die without your help!” “Very well, we will help, only because we can’t stand here and watch a cat die in front of us, with out doing anything,” Skyheart meowed calmly. “Tigerclaw, please direct the adder’s attention to you while Lionheart helps, what is your name?” he asked politely “It’s… a… ah… Sliverfoot” Sliverfoot finally got out. “While Lionheart helps Sliverfoot get the young she-cat out of this deathtrap.” Skyheart continued quickly. Once Swirlingwind was safe Skyheart called him over to question him. “So, what exactly happened?” “Well, this morning Swirlingwind wasn’t in camp, she is going to have kits, so I was worried and I went to look for her with a few of my friends. I knew she had snuck out to meet Riverfur, you see, she loves him,” Sliverfoot left out the part about Riverfur being the father incase Swirlingwind didn’t want him to tell anyone, “and I went to talk to him and he got mad, really mad, and all he told me, when I asked him where Swirlingwind was, was ‘Love bites’, and I realized by bite he meant adder and I came here only to find her, and you know the rest.” Sliverfoot said wearily. “What, no, not Riverfur, he wouldn’t do that!” Skyheart said in anguish, “you lie!” “I don’t, and you can go talk to Riverfur and Swirlingwind when she wakes up,” Sliverfoot said jadedly. “Fine,” said Skyheart stiffly, “we will help you take her to your Medicine Cat so she can be looked at, but we don’t owe you anything.” “Yes, I understand, it is RiverClan that owes you, you saved one of our cats and we will not forget it soon.” Sliverfoot mewed, “Thank you for everything.” Once they were back in camp Skyheart said goodbye and left. But all was not fine; Hayfire had noticed a small slash and declared it the work of an adder. Swirlingwind’s life hung by a thread.
~Chapter 7~
Hayfire had told him that she might never wake-up, it just depended on how bad the gash was and how much poison had gotten in her veins. Sliverfoot sat by her everyday, occasionally seeing Crookedjaw, but not much, he seemed to think that it was contagious and he would be infected if he went to visit his mate. On the fifth day Macestar finally said he should be training Leopardpaw so he was forced to leave her side, Macestar said she would send someone right out to tell him if anything improved, or the side he didn’t like to think about, if anything worsened. He was a brilliant fisher by the time Leopardpaw was to have known and he thought she was one of the best hunters in the clan. As they walked back into camp after hunting and training, they were breathing heavily, it was hard to breathe with 3 mice each hanging from your mouth. “Leopardpaw, go back to the pile of fish we left and collect them, I’m going to see how Swirlingwind is.” Sliverfoot meowed. Leopardpaw nodded curtly and headed back out of camp racing towards the river. “How is she?” he asked breathlessly as ran over to the Medicine Cat’s den. “I’ve got some news for you good and bad, she has awaken, but she doesn’t know what happened, I think she’s still in shock. She trusted this cat completely and he stabbed her in the back, she thought it was the right thing to do, risking everything, she still can’t believe that he would do that, just because she didn’t want the kits to be ridiculed and tormented.” Hayfire meowed solemnly, “I think I’ve found the right combination of herbs, she’ll make it,” he continued confidently. “And what if she doesn’t?” Sliverfoot said in a whisper, “What about the kits? Are they able to grow with her like this, not eating?” “They will be okay for a couple more days, they are still young and don’t eat as much as they will when the are older.” Hayfire meowed, comforting a trembling Silverfoot.“Thank you Hayfire, for, for, everything,” meowed Sliverfoot still trembling. Hayfire just nodded and went back to Swirlingwind’s side. Sliverfoot went to visit her no matter her condition, or her improvements. He did see Crookedjaw more frequently, he must have decided that it wasn’t contagious and he was safe. Streamface came everyday, licking her daughter’s fur feebly, as if all hope was gone.
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Tonight was the gathering. A million different scenarios had already played through Sliverfoot’s mind about what was going to happen when the other clans heard of this treachery. But Sliverfoot knew that they didn’t really have anything to go with because he was the only one, besides Swirlingwind and Riverfur, who knew why Riverfur had done this and he was not about to say anything about the kits, and if Riverfur knew what was good for him he wouldn’t say anything about them either. Sliverfoot had just chosen a starling and was about to go share tongues with Kinktail when someone called his name. “Sliverfoot, I’ve got the greatest news,” Brookpaw yowled as she ran up to his side, “Swirlingwind’s awake!” “What?” Sliverfoot asked even though he had heard what Brookpaw had said, it was just one of those times when you can’t believe your ears so you ask again. “She’s awake! Although she’s not in that great of a mood,” meowed Brookpaw cheekily. “Does Streamface know?” Sliverfoot yelled over his shoulder after he took of like lightning over to the Medicine Cat’s den. “I don’t think so, she’s just resting, StarClan knows she needs it!” Meowed Brookpaw, “shall I tell her?” “Yes of course, her only daughter has woken up after been unconscious for what, seven moonrises?” He replied, “Hurry on, she must’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” As he got to the Medicine Cat’s den he was surprised to see Swirlingwind sitting there with a look of disgust on her face. “What do you want?” she spat ferociously. “I just heard you were awake and I wanted to talk to you.” Sliverfoot replied wearily. “You want to ask what happened do you?” hissed Swirlingwind shrilly, “you and five others. Well, I’m afraid I won’t be of any help.” She spat again, not sounding sorry at all. “The least you can do is thank me!” hissed Sliverfoot, anger making him harsh. “Thank you for what? You should have let me die, it was what he would’ve wanted anyway.” Swirlingwind meowed bitterly. Sliverfoot did not have to ask who “he” was. “I was foolish, so foolish, serves me right, I was breaking the warrior code, and for what, to see that stupid lump of fur? You should have let me die Sliverfoot, you always were such a hero figure, you couldn’t let any cat die, even if it were their destiny, and it was mine!” She spat the last few words with such hatred Sliverfoot started to back out of the den, too astonished to say anything. He turned and was about to run when he rammed into Streamface, coming to see her only kin. Not wanting to see the horrifying look on Streamface’s face when she tried to talk to her daughter he ran out of camp, wind rustling his fur he ran and ran, trying to get away from it all. He finally slowed and came to a complete stop when he found himself in a hollow. Walking out of the shadows came Kinktail. “You went to see her did you?” Kinktail asked sympathetically when she saw Sliverfoot eyes, brimming with tears. “She’s changed a bit hasn’t she?” “She, she was so mad when she found out I had rescued her, she just wanted to die. She said I was a ‘hero figure and I couldn’t let any cat die, even if it were their destiny.’” He said, shaking his head with anger, letting the tears fall freely down his chest. “She will take a bit of getting used to I suppose, but deep down she’s still the same old Swirlingwind who taught you how to fish,” she ignored the look of shock on Sliverfoot face. “The same old Swirlingwind you used to fight with when you were an apprentice, the same old Swirlingwind you awoke when your claw snagged her fur.” Sliverfoot couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious and bent down to give his chest fur a lick. “Deep down she’s still the same, it will just take a while for her to realize that there might have been one cat who didn’t care, but there were and still are a lot of other cats who still do care.” Kinktail reassured Sliverfoot shrewdly. “When did you become so wise?” Sliverfoot tried to tease Kinktail but it came out sounding like a croak when he tried to laugh. “When did you become a frog?” she retorted. Sliverfoot immediately began to feel an ease that would never come when he was around Swirlingwind. “When did you become…” Sliverfoot tried to think of something intelligent to say but nothing came to mind, “when did you become so beautiful?” he asked. Sliverfoot started to blush furiously underneath his fur and instantly wished he hadn’t said that. “When did you become so attracted to me?” she asked and stretched her long brown legs. Sliverfoot didn’t reply but started back to camp, the gathering would start soon. Kinktail followed him and walked next to him until they got to camp. Sliverfoot was relieved to see that Swirlingwind was in the Medicine Cat’s den sleeping so he said nothing when they walked past. “Kinktail, Sliverfoot, you are to go to the gathering,” meowed Macestar as they walked past her as she sat outside her den, “we leave soon, be ready.”
~Chapter 8~
When they got to Fourtrees only ThunderClan was there and they didn’t say anything, only sat in a corner and waited painfully for the gathering to start. Sliverfoot sat far from Riverfur, who, he was happy to see had come. Kinktail sat next to him for support, flank against flank. Macestar graciously let Swampstar go first, Sliverfoot knew her plans, lie like a snake in the grass until the end and announce what had happened and let everyone ponder over it until the next gathering. “I have good news, Bluepaw has been made into a warrior along with Redpaw and Frostpaw, they shall be known as Bluefur, Redtail, and Frostfur.” Swampstar meowed proudly. She then backed away and let Midnightstar tell about a litter of kits. Macestar then motioned for Tallstar to move forward and told of Nightpaw becoming Nighttalon, Sheerpaw becoming Sheerfrost, Foxpaw becoming Foxwind, and Lilypaw becoming Lilypool. He also told of three new apprentices, Hollypaw, Scorchpaw, and Gorsepaw. Finally it was Macestar’s turn and she moved to the edge of the Great Rock. She meowed, “I have some disturbing news, Riverfur of ThunderClan tried to murder Swirlingwind who could not be here due to her injuries.” WindClan and ShadowClan cats that had been sharing tongues with ThunderClan cats just moments ago jumped up, hackles raised. “What proof do you have that Riverfur has done what you say!” snarled Swampstar. “One of our warriors, Sliverfoot, found Swirlingwind on top of Snakerocks completely encircled by adders, he had previously talked to Riverfur and had deducted that he had left her there to die!” spat Macestar. “Riverfur, what do you have to say about this?” she inquired coolly. “I do not have to prove myself to you Macestar, you are not my leader!” he spat. “But you do to me,” meowed Swampstar, “and I am waiting.” “Fine, I did it, what are you going to do about it?” He growled unafraid. The cats were silent; no sounds were heard through the forest. “I sentence you to exile, cats of ThunderClan, if you see him, you have my permission to rip him to shreds, for he tried to kill a cat cold-bloodedly.” She replied as coolly as Macestar. Meows and yowls of agreement echoed through the silent forest. “Fine,” he spat, “I will seek revenge!” And with that he stalked away from Fourtrees. Sliverfoot felt significantly lighter and he fell asleep satisfied that he had justified Swirlingwind.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 29, 2006 18:03:57 GMT -5
Okay. Here are My favorite excerpts and the descriptions.
Warning: Suggestive Themes, Language, and LANGUAGE
Slytherin Pride:
Marina Malfoy, a girl with ash blonde hair and pale skin seemed to be the leader. She had a commanding presence among them, and for a reason. She sat sprawled in her chair, an almost lazy likeness about her. Her slim figure didn’t even take up the entire chair, but her attitude filled the entire compartment. On first glance one could tell she was confident, and quick. Her mind worked faster than her mouth (which was saying something) and she picked up on her surroundings easily. Her confident outer shell was a bit tarnished to some by her smug, arrogant, sarcastic air. Not to mention a slightly evil, and cold manner about her. But she did have a sly, humorous attitude, though her sense of humor was slightly dark. She was quite ambitious, but hid nearly everything good about herself, daring the world with her arrogance and self confidence.
Chloe Black was the other pretty one in the group. With her dark curls, honey skin, and crystalline blue eyes she attracted an amount of boys seconded only by Marina. She had a thoughtful and quiet disposition, hidden by her tendency to gossip. She was not all that friendly, but her acting skills made her appear to be. She was friends with a lot of the people from the other houses, and though most of them were not her favorite people, she put up with them to feed her enormous curiosity. She was a bit loose tongued, but also quite easy to push around with the right technique.
Cassidy Lestrange was the third female of the group. She was not the most attractive girl on earth, with her heavy eyebrows, thin eye lashes and large nose. The fact that her face was chiseled did not help her slightly obtuse physique to make up for her features. She was, however an asset to their group because she had that strange effect on people where one withering look, and balling her fists up, got them to do exactly what she wanted. But like all bullies she was a coward, also easy to push around when you communicated things to her the right way.
The boy next to Marina was called Thomas Shackelbolt. Most who knew him also knew he was a disappointment to his father. Thomas had no intentions of becoming an Auror and was a Slytherin. He had brown hair and blue-green eyes. His body was not muscular like Cassidy’s but he was lithe. He was also a bit of a player and a show off to the bone. He had an attitude much like Chloe’s but he was the opposite of loose tongued about anything that was important. He acted like he needed to make up for his fathers severe goody-goody attitude. And he was certainly making up for it. Anyone that called Thomas Shackelbolt a goody-goody was most likely drunk.
The largest boy in the group, Andrew Nott, was… plump putting it nicely. But he was muscular and one look of his hawk eyes tended to send third years and below fleeing at a run. He was, however not all that gifted in the area of academics. He needed tutoring, and with difficulty had passed so far. He had black hair which he often wore slicked back, and his eyes were a deep brown. His skin was tanned to the color of dark chocolate and he had thick eyebrows. He had a good sense of humor, and tended to get his way with the other students. He was also unusually talented at sketching.
Tobias Snape was one of the boys sitting, with his head in a book. He was bloody brilliant and passed each class with so much ease, he usually ended up bored most of the year. He also had a wicked sense of humor and an aptitude for thinking of plots and schemes. His favorite class was the one taught by his father, Potions. This meant that when in need their group called on Tobias. He was a quiet boy, and did not like talking to other teens unless it was to mercilessly taunt them. When it came to making fun of people, he was Marina’s favorite companion. They had known each other from the cradle, and often shared glances with each other at idiotic comments made by other students, which led their whole group into fits of laughter.
The last boy in the compartment was William Goyle. Unlike his rather ape-like father, Will was the handsomest of the group. He was also full of himself and slightly egotistical. He had tanned skin, light brown/dark blonde hair and highlights from the sun. His eyes were deep sea green, and he worked out constantly. He was a player, but hid it by pretending to be shy. He and Marina, as well as Toby had grown up like brothers and sisters. When Will had gotten old enough to flirt he had practically practiced on Marina, who tended to roll her eyes and pretended to swoon. She was one of the only girls in the school who didn’t and hadn’t fallen for him at some point or another. She tended to bat her eyelashes, shriek, and swoon, then sit up and laugh.
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Marina imitated the poor third years terrified expression and the compartment exploded with laughter, as Cassidy walked in with the pile of food. She raised a thick eyebrow, before handing the food to everyone. Suddenly a group of four approached. A Ravenclaw and three Gryffindor’s.
Rosemary Weasly led the way, her step almost confident. She was the only one of her family not placed in Gryffindor, and was a Ravenclaw. James Potter followed, his step a little nervous. He was in the year below them and never felt comfortable with his older friends. Adrian Longbottom followed them, his eyes dreamy and his brown hair wispy. He was clumsy and tended not to notice the world around him. He was also a deadly coward. Septime (Sept-eem) Sloper was also with them, looking a bit grudgingly towards Rosemary.
“Well, well, well. It’s our long lost friends. But where are Johnson and Davis? And we have two new additions. Potter finally found his legendary courage did he?” sneered Marina as soon as the group paused at the door. Toby scoffed, and Will sneered. Nick, Tom, and Andrew’s lips curled almost simultaneously, while Chloe and Cassidy’s faces became masks of disgust. A wickedly amused and sneering look was on Marinas face as she surveyed them.
“Got you wrapped around her finger, does she, Sloper? I thought you were more the commanding part, but then again some of us change.” She said, and added with a sneer, “And some of us don’t even change what they’re wearing, do they Weasly?”
Septime gritted his teeth and pointedly looked away, but Rosemary’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean Malfoy?”
“I mean that you’re obviously just looking to your boyfriend for support against the big bad Slytherin’s,” sneered Nick, right on cue.
“I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Malfoy.” Came the response from Rosemary, just before she realized what she had walked into.
“I am Malfoy,” said the twins simultaneously. Some called the Slytherin house the snake pit for a reason.
Suddenly Toby said, “Now, now children, let our guests in…” he said and shepherded them in with the help of a few of Cassidy and Andrew’s combined glares.
“Yes Father,” chimed the twins and a snicker ran through the Slytherins.
Confused, James took a tentative step forward, and Marina waved her hand lazily at him. It was a dismissive wave, but her eyes were daring him to move forward. He timidly took another step towards where the Malfoy girl was draped in her chair. Suddenly Will said, “Boo.” And the Potter boy almost fell backwards.
A pleased sneer passed over Marinas face.
“You can’t do that. And we were sent here with a reason,” blurted out Rosemary. James had scrambled back, behind Longbottom at this point, and was practically trembling.
“It was all fun and games, until you tell me what to do,” said Marina with livid eyes, though her voice stayed chilly and nonchalant.
“But, you’re a prefect. Your supposed to be like, nice, and a model student,” said Potter, though his voice was filled with doubt.
“Well they had to choose one of us, and I was the best behaved. And the best,” said Marina haughtily, pronouncing each word slowly as if she was telling a rather dim person something quite complex.
Potter mumbled something ineligible, but was cut into by Weasly who said, “That’s why we’re here. Terra Krum told us to come and get you. You’re supposed to be in the prefect’s compartment.” She said to Thomas and Marina.
“Oh, and I thought this was the Dim People Liberation Front come to get sponsors for the idiots. I was going to add that no samples were needed,” She scoffed and pranced out, with Thomas following at a swift walk.
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“Curse it, it’s raining,” moaned Chloe, looking grudgingly at the sky.
“But I doubt giving the sky a death glare will help much,” observed Marina, not doing her duty of opening the carriage doors. As soon as the carriages that weren’t pulled by anyone or anything came by, Marina and Chloe leaped into the first one, trying to get away from the rain and mud. Thomas, Will and Nick and
Toby came next, with Andrew and Cassidy bringing up the rear.
“Are we being a little vain?” suggested Toby in an innocent voice to the two girls. “Yes you are, aren’t you?” agreed Marina giving him a smug and obstinate smile.
“Hee hee. I’m laughing,” retorted Toby. Marina only smirked at him smugly.
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“Can we hurry it up? I’m hungry,” whined Will, as the sorting was halfway through.
“Oh yeah, all the rest of you firsties just go hide in a hole so Will can eat,” retorted Marina, and Nick added, “Then when Will’s ravenous hunger is satisfied you can come and be in Hufflepuff.” He said the word Hufflepuff like some muggles might say the word hobo.
The entire Slytherin table erupted in laughter, as another Hufflepuff was ironically chosen. Toby said, his voice perfectly audible, “And as always the hats song is something like, if you’re a dunderhead you belong in Hufflepuff! If you’re a little perfect, brave, wonderful, courageous child go to Gryffindor! If you’re a goody two shoes, but you’re a coward and can pass for smart go to Ravenclaw! And if you’re an evil little pregnant dog or bastard then you can go to Slytherin! You’ll fit in because they’re all death eaters in training!”
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Marina sprawled out onto one of the black leather chaise. Two boys sat on either side of her. They were Nick and Will’s twin friends, Nathaniel and Samuel. Or Sam and Nat.
“Hello Marina,” said Sam.
“Have a good summer?” asked Nat.
“And more importantly, did you miss us?” added Sam.
She laughed and slung her arms around their shoulders. “Of course I did, I couldn’t live without you,” she said.
“Oh good, we were worried some muggle had pulled you away from us,” said Nat, his eye mockingly worried.
The twins had dark hair and ivory skin with navy blue eyes. They were tall, and while not muscular, lithe.
“Some muggle? Now I’m hurt,” sniffed Marina tossing her pale blonde hair, and pulling her arms to her sides.
“Awww, that’s so sad,” Sam sing-songed, putting one arm around her waist.
“But we did have a right you know,” said Nat, putting his own arm around her waist as well.
“Of course, we are allowed to be worried, aren’t we?” chimed Sam, as Marina laughed. She rolled her eyes, and pulled their arms off of herself. These two, along with Will and Nick flirted with anything that moved, relatives uncounted. So she was at least safe from Nick. But that left the other three, which was pretty bad in itself.
She got up, and trotted over to where Nick was busily flirting with three girls at the same time. She perched herself onto the arm of his chair and snorted with mirth as two of the girls looked sour. Chloe, being the third only looked away, slightly red. “Have I introduced my sister Marina to you all?” he asked to the girls. The pair of them, being fourth years, suddenly made the connection between the oddly similar pair that went everywhere together. They brightened up as they saw she was not threat to their precious little Nick who would be bored with flirting with them before the week was over. But they had to find that out the hard way. Satisfied that she had caused some discord for a moment there, she went off to find better people to make life difficult for.
Finally at two o’clock in the morning she remembered the annoying fact that she had classes the next day, well later that day, and went off to her bedroom.
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“Yeah, I’m too sexy to eat though,” retorted Will, striking a pose.
“Quick! My camera!” squealed Marina, as she and Cassidy began ‘taking pictures’ of Will.
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As she walked down the dungeon corridor, she heard a loud shriek. She turned to find Chloe, looking horribly worried, bursting out of one of the broom cupboards. Chloe turned a shade of pink, and smiled weakly.
“Hi?” Chloe said lamely, in an almost hopeful way.
“Hi. Having a nice time?” asked Marina sweetly.
“Err, yeah, I guess,” said Chloe uncomfortably.
“Your lucky, Chloe Black. I have somewhere to be, but I have a strange hunch that I know exactly what I would find if I looked in that cupboard,” she said pointedly, and turned on her heel.
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“Where have you been? Some of us need help, and Toby is possibly the least patient person I have ever met. And he use words a mile long,” complained Nat, doing the same homework. Tom and Chloe were also looking at her hopefully, but Nick and Will were doing their best not to crack up.
Marina eyed them warily, and went to get her bag. And clothes other than thee bathing robe she was wearing.
Back in the common room, she heard Nick laughing and Sam sputtering. She stalked back into the stone room to find Nat and Sam glowering at Nick and Will who were laughing helplessly. She raised a brow and said, “Shall we start with arithmancy? Or are you going to laugh without me some more?”
Will immediately sobered, and handed over his blank chart.
“You’ve made an amazing amount of progress,” she said dryly.
Toby rolled his eyes from the other couch where he was sitting reading. He was done with his homework, and Marina shot him a glare. He smiled smugly at her, and she threw a balled up chunk of paper at him. It bounced off his head, and didn’t hurt him, but all the same he looked at her sourly.
“Want to do my potions essay?” she asked, looking at him. She never pleaded, but he always did it. He shook his head, and grumbled, but held out his hand for the blank parchment. She smiled at him, and then turned back to the charts.
“Okay. Now we all set it up. Then multiply, and subtract. And please don’t forget to carry the four…” she began.
“Okay. So we’ve done charms, arithmancy, history of magic, potions, well at least I have, and transfiguration. Oh, and we did divination, even if it was in our own special way, and astronomy. And what else have we got? Not care of magical creatures, that’s for sure,” smirked Marina, after three or four interminable hours. Homework was actually rather fun when your whole house did it. Plus that was how Slytherin had so many inside jokes.
“Um, nothing else. And now we have dinner. Yum,” said Chloe brightening up, and getting up to wash her hands under one of the stone fountains in the common room.
“Oh, and I’ve got Quidditch tomorrow, so wait to start homework,” she said, knowing they would. Toby, Nick, Marina, and the twins were all on the team. Sam was the seeker, Toby and Nat were the beaters, and Nick was a backup, and he went to all the practices. Marina was back up keeper and seeker, and Nick was back up chaser and beater.
Tristan and Proudfoot nodded. The other boy, the new one, Macnair was also nodding hesitantly. He was a third year and the youngest player by far.
“Well, it’s not like we could start without you. Marina, Toby, Tristan, Proudfoot, all the geniuses gone, and you think we’ll do our homework? Riiight,”’ sneered Will.
“The teachers would be astounded by your responsibility,” said Marina dryly, earning herself laughs from over half the common room.
“I’m hungry,” whined Will, taking a leap to another subject.
“You always are,” sighed Chloe, sitting back down, among the thick books her teachers forced on her.
“Oy! Firsties! And the rest of you midgets! Form a line,” called Tom waving his hand towards the blank wall that would become the door. When they hesitated Will stood up.
“MIDGETS! LINE! NOW! Some of us are hungry you know,” he roared, and the smiled sheepishly as Marina, Chloe, and Andromeda burst out laughing.
“Yeah, gosh midgets,” said Nick playfully offended.
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ANd there that about it so far. I almost put some spoilers for the next chapter in, but then i didnt.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 29, 2006 21:18:47 GMT -5
Ooo ;D *bows to Cookie the Slytherin Princess* ~:Goldy:~
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Post by saharastar on Apr 10, 2006 18:47:29 GMT -5
Two Stars Above Me.
Saharastorm sighed. Another day as Deputy, I guess. said Saharastorm. He had gotten up just before th sun had risen. He was padding over to his leader's den when suddenly he saw Kingclaw creep out of the Warriors Den. He was one of the most strong warriors there ever was. But, recently, the medicine cat had been killed and every instinct on Saharastorm told him it was Kingclaw who killed her. Saharastorm hid to watch as Kingclaw swept accross the clearing and into Midstar's den. Saharastorm raced after him. He wasn't ready to become leader and thought that Kingclaw was going to kill Midstar
And going to kill him, next. He quickly peeked through just in time to see th two of them, talking casually. "Midstar, I have scented rouges near the Tallpines and think you should come have a look, just in case." said Kingclaw. Oh, sure, thought Saharastorm, just in case I brought them into the forest. "Well of course I'll come," said Midstar Just let me strech out. All right, of we go then." Then, she got up and stalked off with Kingclaw at her side, a smug look on his face. Saharastorm followed them all the way to Tallpines and watched as Kingclaw showed Midstar a patch of moss. Just as Midstar's head bent down to sniff it, Kingclaw lounged and bit Midstar's back. Midstar yowled and flipped over and accidently reveled her belly. "No!" yowled Saharastorm. He grabbed Kingclaw's enourmous shoulders with his teeth and tried to pull him of Midstar but it was all to late. Kingclaw had reached down and bit Midstar's stomach and in a horrifiying yowl, Midstar moved no more. And time itself seemed to stop...
Saharastorm watched in horror as blood gurled out of his once strong and fearless leader who now seemed so weak and helpless. "Midstar," cried Saharastorm "Midstar. Midstar, oh Midstar..." His words trailed of as he turned to face Kingclaw. "You little bug! You thought you could be leader by killing her and then killing me? Is that it, Kingclaw?" Saharastorm didn't wait for an answer, he jumped and grabbed Kingclaw's throat and pulled with all the strength of StarClan. He ripped Kingclaw's throat and it was silent. Not even the wind blew. "My leader is gone, my Hearttail is gone, and my enemy is gone. It's hard being leader!" sighed Saharastorm. "I'll break the news to camp and life will go on the way it used to be." Or will it? thought Saharastorm. As he trotted of, Midstar's voice rang in his ears. "The best leader this forest has ever seen is on his way back to camp the strongest and bravest of them all. Congradulations, Saharastar." Saharstorm then felt the warmth of Hearttail next ot him, pressing herself up against Saharastorm. "I loved you, Saharastorm. And I always will. I with you when you need me and will be there even if you don't know it. I will always be lead by you and you alone. And your kits will run free in StarClan." Then, Hearttail disapeared. Saharstorm sighed and took in the last of Hearttails scant. I love you to, Thought Saharastorm. He looked at the early morning sky and saw two lone stars shining. Midstar's and Hearttail's. And saharastorm knew that what Hearttail had said was true. They were always watching over him. THE ENND
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