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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 6, 2007 10:03:45 GMT -5
Risingmoon sat perfectly still, even her tail unmoving. She had balanced herself on this narrow rock, her front legs stretched out before her and her hind feet tucked under her. She rested her head on her forepaws, narrowing her eyes restfully until they were but slits staring out at the world through half-closed lids. She loved escaping from the cruelty and rush of the world at this darkest time, the pitch black of night all around her, seeping in through her fur. Tonight the silvery orb in the sky rose at midnight, her favorite time. It hadn't shown its quarter-full shape yet above the horizon, but she knew that it soon would. She let out a deep sighing breath and relaxed her muscles even more, letting the anger and hate of her everyday life flow off of her. This place would be hers now, and she was a medicine cat again. In her state of meditation, she furious at her old leader for taking away her position. Instead, she was simply glad for this chance to have it back. Somewhere deep inside her, perhaps a message from StarClan, she knew that this wouldn't be able to hold up for long. But maybe, just maybe, it would outlive her. She focused again on the line where the sky stopped and the ground began and saw just the edge of the moon peeking up at her, huge and yellow like a newly risen moon always appears.
OOC: Open to anyone in the new SC or not in a Clan at all; none of the regular Clanners, please. But loners are fine.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 7, 2007 15:25:08 GMT -5
A lithe, dark shape slipped through the cracks in the rocks, finally pouncing up through a rather large crevice and landing behind Risingmoon. Light paws approached the unmoving she-cat until the cat was next to Risingmoon, merely a mouse-length away. Bright, fiery eyes traced the she-cat's gaze until their own green gaze reached the horizon, where the quarter-full moon was rising. The she-cat sighed and looked at her paws. When she glanced at the medicine cat, her lips twitched. The cat really was unmoving, except for her eyes following the moon and the light breeze ruffling her fur.
Beautiful, isn't it? Emeraldfire sighed. Makes you feel...at peace.
Her tail twitched as she saw a cautious mouse approach the rocks. She gathered herself to leap, and was on it before it could even squeak and turn tail. She leaped back up to the rock after digging the mouse up. She was full, no use eating the mouse when elders and queens could benefit from it. Emeraldfire pounced back up to the rock and padded back towards Risingmoon. She still hadn't responded to Emeraldfire.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 7, 2007 21:49:38 GMT -5
OOC: No wonder Risingmoon hasn't responded, what with you calling her Rainbowstream and all! XD
Risingmoon turned slightly. She flicked her ears in acknowledgment, but gave no other sign that she had noticed the warrior. She watched through the blurred edges of her vision as Emeraldfire stalked and quickly killed some rodent. She couldn't tell what exactly it was as her main focus was on the orange crescent slowly showing more above the edges of her world. She noticed that Emeraldfire hadn't eaten her prey, and though immediately that she was saving if for the rest of the Clan. Then she remembered that there were no elders or queens to feed; all of the weaker cats had run with the rest of her pathetic, old Clan.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 7, 2007 22:12:54 GMT -5
OOC:Oohh, I really must bring in my new character!
IC: A black lanky tom gently padded over to his fellow clan members. He didn't know them well. He was fairly new here. But Ravenwing's morbid appearance made any apprentice jump in fear. So what if his appearance was slightly disturbing? It did the job. Scaring the hell out of other cats. Ravenwing didn't care. It's not like anyone in his clan thought he would kill them. Or did they? For these reasons, the black tom knew he was useful to Touslepelt and Darkheart. Likewise, his strangely bird like attacks. They were deadly, and silent.
Remembering that he was not alone, he nodded to the two other cats stiffly. He wasn't the friendliest of cats. But as he stared blankly at the ground, he knew that wether or not any of his clan cats knew his name, he would be a major help to the New ShadowClan. That was why he had come. The loners were migrating. Migrating towards this forest. Day by day, more came, sometimes arriving in groups, sometimes alone. They were all here for the same purpose. To unite. To stand together. To bring down the forest. Ravenwing had heard tell from a loner named Shard who he had met at the dark side of the forest. He had happened to stumble upon her, and she obbligingly, after seeing his strangely bird like appearance, agreed to fill him in on where he was, and what was going on.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 9, 2007 18:37:13 GMT -5
Risingmoon, frustrated by all this companionship, didn't trust herself to say anything. She nodded curtly but did nothing more. This was her new Clan. And she was their medicine cat. A slow smile crept across her lips as she thought the words. Medicine cat, healer.
OOC: I'm sorry for the totally sucky post.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 13, 2007 8:21:39 GMT -5
ooc- sorrrry Cindy!!!
Emeraldfire dipped her head at the lanky tom. Good evening, Ravenwing. Despite the fact that he had a birdlike appearance, he was actually pretty attractive. A slow smile crept across her clever face. As she turned back around, tail slowly swinging, her fiery orbs sparkled. She chuckled inwardly... Time for the seductress to come out.
ooc-fawn, thinking what I'm thinking? Or does he have a mate?
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 13, 2007 14:35:41 GMT -5
OOC: Oohh, sorry, he's to horrible to love. And it's Ravenwing, not claw.
IC:
Hello. Ravenwing's reply was as dry as a well during a drought, but what was he supposed to do. He was hardly the conversational sort. Turning away from Emeraldfire, he fixed cold narrowed blue gray optics on the other she cat instead. And you must be......the new medicine cat. I might have known.........
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 13, 2007 16:06:49 GMT -5
OOC-that was my point. Horrible to love=problems. She's a bit like that, too.
Emeraldfire narrowed her eyes. She glanced at Risingmoon, still unmoving....
OOC-sorry....g2g
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 14, 2007 20:36:35 GMT -5
Ravenwing rolled one blue gray eye in sarcasm. Rolling one eye was a trick he had recently perfected. He enjoyed teaching himself little monotonous habbits such as this, as he had nothing better to do. They were not currently at war, so usually the black tom sat arround in soltice, untill he was kicked out of camp by a deputy, or leader. He still didn't know most of the warriors in this new clan, not that he had any particular desire to know them any better, as he knew he would never speak to them. He didn't speak to anyone.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 23, 2007 18:25:19 GMT -5
Risingmoon nodded, finally forcing herself to turn her head away from the now-risen moon. She stood and moved so that she was facing the other cats. "Yes, I am Risingmoon." She wondered whether the laughter in her eyes was apparent; they would most likely find it strange how well her name fit her. She wished somewhat that the two would just go away, but wasn't going to say it. Her ears twitched in a slight annoyance, but that was the only sight of irritation, and it would seem that it was most likely a bug had landed on her. Her orbs narrowed as she looked at the two cats, as if almost challenging them to say something.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Jan 2, 2008 11:55:59 GMT -5
The Queen watched them all gather around Risingmoon, calling her the new MedicineCat. She stood. Maybe I should great her. We will have to speak one day. she thought. She was ready to but stopped in her tracks. What if she gets annoyed by me? I was in ThunderClan and I doubt that any of these cats will want me to be around them. she paniced. She frowned and shook her head. She had to be brave and padded over to them. Hello! she meowed. I'm Dreamcloud. she meowed. She could tell that there was a slight irritation in her eyes and she turned away. Um .... I just wanted to say hi. she meowed and sulked back underneath an overhanging tree. She would never fit in with any of these cats.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Jan 2, 2008 19:03:37 GMT -5
Ravenwing's steely dark blue gray optics narrowed, as he turned to face the newcommer. There was a strange unfamiliar smell clinging to the she cat. She smelled like one of those clan cats. Ravenwing coughed; the smell was repulsive to him. Who are you? he meowed stiffly, shifting himself into a more tense possition. Ravenwing's bones jutted out of his ragged patchy midnight black pelt, making him look bird like and knobbly.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Jan 2, 2008 19:09:06 GMT -5
I'm the only Queen in this Clan. Dreamcloud meowed, baring her teeth. Why should it matter to you?! she spat, her voice unfriendly to the tom. Who was he to question who she was. So far, she was the only Queen and her kits would be due any minute. She would fight him, if she wasn't pregnant.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Jan 5, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
Ravenwing began to laugh, his husky voice cracked with dryness, the sounds bouncing off the rocks and revirbirating around the group of cats. He bent over with mirth, and was still chorteling as he answered the she cat's question. Well you see dear, he gasped, eyes streaming, You are a clan cat, and I am a loner, and a good deal older than you love, so respect your elders. He snickered. This kind of laughter was unusual when it came to Ravenwing, as he was usually the silent watchful type, but something about these clan cats amused him. Perhaps it was that they felt that they had so much power over everyone else, and that they had a warrior code that they willingly bound themselves to for their whole lives. Ravenwing didn't need a warrior code. He did as he pleased, and was not perturbed by anything else.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 6, 2008 18:11:54 GMT -5
"You may be the only queen, but I am the only medicine cat." Beneath her now-obvious irritation, pride swelled. She was what she had always wanted to be. A medicine cat. She would fight the old ShadowClan with all her strength and a good portion a bitterness, too - they had earned an enemy by forcing her to not be a healer. Who cared if she'd had kits? Kits were a wonderful thing, but she glared at Dreamcloud for using them a means of getting respect. The stupid little scraps of fur had only earned her glares, and the sense of fairness in her wished nothing less or more on the Clanner. But the fact that she was from a Clan was nothing bad - Risingmoon would have stuck up for the she-cat had she not been thoroughly ticked off.
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