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Post by icefang on Jan 17, 2006 21:54:16 GMT -5
*sobs* I WANT SILVERFOOT AND SWIRLINGWIND TO GET TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait!!!! *fidgets*
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 18, 2006 16:55:52 GMT -5
okay here's some criticism, you said you wanted some, right? it's a little bit like a soap opera where the bot doesn't get the girl cause she likes the unsuitable boy? *runs away from the evil staring that will come for not praising Froggy's story*
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jan 18, 2006 22:17:58 GMT -5
WHat aobut me? can i be piture editor? -bats lashes- I really liked it!
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 19, 2006 16:52:34 GMT -5
seapaw it's ok, i wanted flames, just what do mean by that, explain so i can change. Loneghost you can do that! lol
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 19, 2006 18:04:35 GMT -5
Here's some more! R&R
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 Sliverfoot.
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Post by icefang on Jan 19, 2006 19:31:48 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! YOU HAVE STOPPED TOO SOON!!!!!!
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 19, 2006 19:32:59 GMT -5
it's all i can write in what, 2 nights! What should happen next? do you like it?
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 19, 2006 19:34:07 GMT -5
i looked adder up and it said it was nonvenomous! oh, well, just overlook that fact. lol
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Post by sheerfrost on Jan 19, 2006 20:32:37 GMT -5
You could change adder to cobra they are defently venomous!
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 19, 2006 20:37:42 GMT -5
MORE!!!!!!!!!!! MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and i just meant the story was a bit to safe and happy, but you changed that lol
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 20, 2006 19:36:02 GMT -5
do you like It now? lol r and r some more! someone should tell dessie!
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 23, 2006 18:30:35 GMT -5
“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 *Simply Seasle* on Jan 23, 2006 18:37:48 GMT -5
you still have stopped too soon!!!!!!!!!!!!
in the mean time i will print this new piece out
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 23, 2006 18:38:27 GMT -5
? what do you mean?
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Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Jan 23, 2006 18:39:11 GMT -5
nvm the last post, i thought you wrote write instead of Print! wow, maybe i need my glasses updated!
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