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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 20:29:35 GMT -5
– I am sorry to say Thornstar has failed to post his/her characters at the Activity Check. Dewstorm who was originally Truestar’s deputy is becoming leader. I will make apprentice’s warriors, and give warriors apprentices. First, she must make her journey to the Moonstone and four cats will accompany her. Two waiting outside, and two come inside. I have gotten Dessie’s permission to take over as leader. - Dewstorm leapt on the Highrock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock.” Her voice was strong and loud, it would surely wake the heaviest sleepers. Her pelt shone under the moonlit sky. Silverpelt shone brightly tonight. She smiled and waited for her clan to gather.
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Post by shadowkit on Oct 23, 2006 21:34:53 GMT -5
Rosepetal padded over to the highrock, wondering why Dewstorm was on top of it instead of Truestar.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 21:57:49 GMT -5
Dewstorm smirked at the first warrior to arrive. Early as she was Dewstorm decided to keep her in mind to go to the Moonstone with.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Oct 23, 2006 22:00:32 GMT -5
OOC: Oh snapsky, Smokers ain't gonna be happy. But I'm happy for you, Middy, you deserve it, hun.
The massive golden body silently crept from the darkness of the warrior's den. His ice blue eyes glinted slightly when he looked up, seeing the unforgettable pelt of Dewstorm on the high rock. A quiet snarl pierced past his lips and he slipped forward, brushing painfully past others as he sat down in the front. His eyes narrowed accusingly as his tail brushed back and forth against the dirt. A hiss erupted from his mouth, calling for his apprentice. Shorepaw!
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Post by rex. on Oct 23, 2006 22:14:31 GMT -5
long lean legs carried shorepaw swiftly from the apprentices den; where she had been sharing a vole with another apprentice. Her calico pelt blurred slightly as she loped across the clearing towards her mentor, smokepelt; the moon strangly illuminating the few patches of white on her coat. Her eyes were hard set on Dewstorm as she came to a hault beside the tom. "tell me this isnt what i think it is..." the she-cat murmored quietly with a slight growl to her voice. Shorepaw's long, full, multicolored tail lashed in sync with Smokepelts for a few seconds as she took a seat and continued to stare up at the silver she-cat who stood atop the highrock
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 22:24:02 GMT -5
Dewstorm’s pelt made a final glisten before she shifted her weight on to her haunches. As she sat Dewstorm surveyed the recently arrived clan members. Smokepelt, and Shorepaw both seemed to have a scowl across their face they were the second cats to arrive. I hope I do well. She thought, sending a silent prayer to Starclan. “I know you all are anxious to hear what the announcement is, but we’ll wait for a few more cats to arrive.” She announced with authority.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 23, 2006 22:38:45 GMT -5
A large tom slipped into the clearing with easy stealth. He was Theifrider; a large gingery-red-brown tom with blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He was muscular, and a good warrior. He never spoke much, and had a shady disposition but was tough, and never complained of lack of food or the weather. He slid easily over to sit next to Smokepelt, and flicked an ear in a lazy greeting.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 23, 2006 22:41:22 GMT -5
A gorgeous bengal tom ambled into the clearing, head held high. He sat near the rock, raising his gold brown eyes to the great rock. He let his gilded gaze wander over the deputy in lazy wonder. What was wrong? He yawned slightly and better adjusted his fur with his rasping tounge. Indigosky had a lean, lithe build, and though he was a younger warrior, he worked hard, and rarely slacked in sight of others. The tom glanced around eyes casually seeking out Moonpaw.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 23, 2006 22:59:02 GMT -5
“Now that a few cats have joined us I will announce our predicament. Thornstar has not returned to camp for some time, and I am afraid he won’t return. I announce that I will journey to the Moonstone to receive my nine lives. Four cats will accompany me. Two will stay at the mouth of the cave and two will come with me into the cave.” She nodded to her clan before continuing, “Smokepelt, Theifrider, Shadepaw, and Rosepetal. You all will journey with me to the Moonstone.” She meowed proudly to the clan. “The rest of you will stay and guard. If any Shadowclan cat emerges from their den, or from hunting or a patrol, tell them I am gone and tell them to guard the camp as well. As for you four, we will leave when everyone is ready.” She mewed. Dewstorm leapt off the Highrock.
Shadepaw winced when his name was mentioned. His ears flattened when he emerged from the bramble he had been hiding in. She must have noticed me. he thought grimly. His gray optics glared at Dewstorm. He snorted and sat waiting till the others were ready to leave.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 23, 2006 23:19:46 GMT -5
The lean tom rose and glanced at Smokepelt with blank blue eyes for a moment. Then he ambled over to where the leader to be and an apprentice were. He aimlessly wondered why she had chosed this apprentice, though he did not say anythign. He did not look to be a particualrly driven young cat, but then again, most apprentices were lazy, weren't they?
Theifrider dipped his head the smallest amount possible and stretched, solid muscles flexing beneath his glossy, red mottled pelt. Blue eyes turned to the horizon for a short moment before flickering back to the she-cat.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Oct 23, 2006 23:42:37 GMT -5
Skyheart nodded from the fresh kill pile and got up. She nodded to Oakstorm before padding off
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Oct 24, 2006 15:33:34 GMT -5
Shadepaw padded to the front of the Highrock. "Dewstorm can we leave now?" he mewed.
Dewstorm looked at him curiously. "Go fetch traveling herbs for all of us." she orded him.
Shadepaw reluctantly obeyed. He dipped into the Medicine Cat's den and grabbed traveling herbs for them all. When he emerged from the den he placed some by Theifrider, Smokepelt, Rosepetal, and Dewstorm. He gulped his share down. This is disgusting. he hissed inside his mind.
Dewstorm ate the foul tasting herbs with no objection. A rush of excitment fell through her. She was going to be leader.
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Post by sunkit on Oct 24, 2006 16:54:34 GMT -5
Oakstorm said goodbye to Skyheart and got up to strech. He wold await the return of Dewstorm and then ask her about an apprentice. He would love to mentor the friscfull Coldkit. It would be one more cat to turn against Shadowclan.
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Post by rex. on Oct 24, 2006 19:14:14 GMT -5
ooc: lol seems you dont have too many fans ^^; btw, the one who is going to share tongues with starclan musn't eat...
Shorepaw looked at Smokepelt when his name was called with a strange look; a sort of expression one might have when they didnt count on something. her face descretely flipped into a wry smile as she leaned into smokepelt, making it look like she was licking his shoulder as she whispered to him "I've just had an idea..." the rest was inaudable to everyone else but the bengal tom, who's ear was now very close to the calico's muzzle.. ooc: im sending you a PM
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Oct 24, 2006 22:02:10 GMT -5
Theifrider shook his head politely at the herbs. He wasn't forest born, and had gone longer without food, while fighting for his life. He didn't need strengthening herbs to keep him up and running for two days. He had the natural endurance of a city born cat, aswell as the speed and stealth that came with it.
He flicked an ear to where Shorepaw seemed to be licking Smokepelts shoulder for a moment too long. He knew what they were talking about, the rough tom had agreed with Smokepelt. So he gave Shadepaw a sharp look, and then turned to Dewstorm.
"Is he your apprentice?"
The dangerous, thrumming voice was monotone for once, bottle blue eyes bearing into first Shadepaw then Dewstorms own eyes.
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