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Post by pantherfang on Jan 18, 2008 23:10:31 GMT -5
Pantherfang stretched before getting up, leting the sunlight seep into his jet-black fur. He gave himslelfa few finishing licks before striding out into the camp, looking to see who else was up and moving. He wanted to go on a patrol, so he looked around to see who might be up and perhaps ready to go on one, but first he looked to see if smokestar was about, so h could ak permission. He favored his leader, he was strong and had incredible leadership abilities from what Pantherfang had observed so far. Much better than that mouse-brained fool of the previous shadowclan, who couldn't even keep her clan's dignity, she moved in with THUNDERCLAN. "hmph." Pantherfang shook off his annoyance and returned his gaze to the open clearing. If Smokestar wasn't around, he thought, then maybe the clan deputy could appoint a task.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 20, 2008 12:42:10 GMT -5
Risingmoon glanced out of her den, observing the quiet morning. She stretched briskly, first crouching low with her tail in the air, moving her forepaws as far forward as they would go, feeling the pull in her sides. She proceeded to do the same but flipped around, keeping her back half low while reaching up for the sky with her nose. Another delightful loosening of muscles resulted and drowsiness fell away from her. She took a lungful of crisp dawn air, cold and clear in her mouth and around her. She stood and took a quick stock of her herb piles - she was still running low on poppy seeds, but those wouldn't appear out of the earth for a while. Horsetail, however, the herb used for treating infected wounds, would be starting to grow. She needed some; the battle's aftermath had used up most of the winter herb. "Pantherfang," she barked at the nearest warrior, not caring how rude her words were. "Stop lying around like a lazy kittypet and help me gather some herbs." She didn't even check whether he was avoiding work, and once she did it was obvious he had been looking for some. But that was his problem; she was the medicine cat but her bitter past had made her coldhearted. She was happy here, thought, and gave him a fleeting smile to show that she wasn't angry or anything.
OOC: btw, I made up the whole herbs thing..
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Post by pantherfang on Jan 20, 2008 14:38:14 GMT -5
Pantherfang narrowed his frost blue eyes, but dipped his head " Yes, Risingmoon, of course". He stalked over to the medicine cat, "what do you need help with? You should really have an apprentice by now."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 20, 2008 20:51:22 GMT -5
"Well, obviously I don't," Risingmoon said with sarcastic patience. Her eyes were slits as she surveyed the camp. There were very few cats now, though the purified Clan was better. It would be difficult to defend against anyone without help. She knew from her many moons of being a warrior that the Clan was in serious trouble. "There aren't enough apprentices to spare," she said, pointing with her tail to the empty space. She flicked her tail once to signal Pantherfang to follow her and began to walk briskly towards the entrance of the New ShadowClan camp.
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Post by pantherfang on Jan 20, 2008 21:13:18 GMT -5
Pantherfang grunted in agreement and stalked after her. Well this wouldn't have happened if our previous "leader" wasn't such a weak mouse-brained idiot and went to stay with THUNDERclan. It was deffinately the right thing to do, make the new, REAL shadowclan". "Besides, the few warriors we do have surely are enough to over throw those weaklings." he added confidently.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 21, 2008 12:46:17 GMT -5
Risingmoon inwardly laughed at the foolishness of his confidence. Yes, this new Clan was far improved, but they had no chance against the numbers of the old ShadowClan, especially if the other Clan got the help of the rest of the forest. They would be chased out, and Risingmoon would go from medicine cat to warrior to medicine cat to outcast, a path she did not want. What did StarClan have against her? Why did they not want her to heal? But she knew well enough - she'd broken the code unforgivably. "We're looking for Horsetail. Let's head towards the Moors."
OOC: After you post here, I'll start a new thread.
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Post by pantherfang on Jan 21, 2008 14:16:21 GMT -5
OOC: okay
Pantherfang could feel the thistle of mockery she shot at him, but he said nothing, he only flicked his tail in annoyance. "Horsetail it is then." Why did she have so little trust in the warriors, well, actually he could see why. There were no more than maybe six warriors all together so far, and Pantherfang didn't really know wheather they were some of the best of the best fighters like himself, or a bunch of average cats. Pantherfang knew he was one of the best, not invincible, he had already seen what happened to cats who thought hey were invincible, they died quickly. But still, when he was a kit, his mentor was ruthless to him untill he had mastered every attack form imagineable. Pantherfang once again shook off his daydreaming and continued after Risingmoon, but his fur couldn't help but prickle a little.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 21, 2008 20:10:28 GMT -5
To: Moors, In Search of Horsetail
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