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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 1, 2009 15:53:31 GMT -5
Just ahead, a branch twitched. No, it wasn't much of a branch - more like a pathetic little stick, void of leaves, sticking of the meager brambles of the WindClan meadow. It had to be a mouse, and the tomcat creeped forward. The air was hot, but everything was brown and white; winter colors. A crackle of long-dead leaves a little ways back. As Thornshadow turned, the scenery changed. Darkened. It was night, and the grass had disappeared. In its place, trees loomed menacingly. They twisted and moved, and Thornshadow had to jump back as thick wood crashed down where he had just been. A whistle of bark cutting through air sent the WindClanner running - and as he ran, branches came at him from all directions. But he could see a bright clearing ahead - a flicker of hope. No, not a clearing. Better still, it was the end of the ominous forest. As he ran towards what he somehow knew was WindClan land, the light spilling into the forest got brighter and brighter until Thornshadow couldn't see anything in the blinding white. Unseeing, he raced on, heart drumming to some terrorized beat. And suddenly, blotting out the light, an inescapable tree trunk thundered towards Thornshadow.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 2, 2009 14:48:03 GMT -5
OOC: Is this open to anyone?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 2, 2009 14:55:57 GMT -5
ooc: yuppers!
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 2, 2009 16:09:12 GMT -5
Silvermist woke up. She gave a small yawn and stretched, trying not to tread on any cats' tail. Silvermist didn't want to rob any cat of their sleep, especially by waking them up painfully. The silver she-cat slowly padded out of the warriors den and out into the open. Her light green eyes were sparkling like emeralds in the morning sunlight. Silvermist had just realized Thornshadow, a few mouselengths away. The silver tabby padded up towards the WindClan warrior, until she saw his face. "Hello Thornshadow." Silvermist politely mewed. She gave herself a quick grooming before focusing on the tom. |
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 2, 2009 16:44:03 GMT -5
Still shaken from his dream, Thornshadow jumped a bit when he heard his name from behind him. He turned around, trying not to seem like a frightened mouse who had just heard pawsteps. Silvermist isn't going to eat me, he pointed out to himself. So he put on a smile, calmed himself down, and mewed a greeting - "Hey Silvermist." She had probably just woken up, but her fur still looked clean and carefully groomed. It glinted in the bright sunlight that filled the camp. Thornshadow couldn't imagine how those ShadowClanners and ThunderClanners - and even RiverClanners - lived in damp forests or shadowy woods.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 2, 2009 18:24:55 GMT -5
The light gray tabby sat on the ground, with her tail neatly wrapped around her paws. She loved it when the sun's rays warmd her light gray fur, making it appear silver. Her short fur was always kept clean, even since she was a kit in the nursery. The she-cat spotted the freshkill pile, which was well stocked with prey. The thought of it made her hungry, but she knew that the clan had to be fed first. Silvermist shook all thoughts of eating out of her head. Trying to get her mind on something else, she asked Thornshadow, "How are you today?", hoping the thought of freshly killed rabbit doesn't come back to her. . |
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 2, 2009 18:43:46 GMT -5
"Good. Maybe this warm sun will get some rabbits out of their dens." The remark, under most conditions, would be harmless - Thornshadow had no way to know that Silvermist was hungry. If he'd seen her glancing towards the fresh-kill pile, perhaps he would have reconsidered his conversation starter. He could have said something else about the weather.
Leafbare was as relentless as always, but the frigid air was just a bit warmer than usual. Thornshadow imagined that RiverClan was covered in slick ice, and that the ShadowClanners and ThunderClanners were freezing to death in the leafless forests of the latter Clan. How awful it would be to be chased away from one's own habitat, forced to live on different territory. He knew that none of the other Clans could understand how the WindClan cats lived so out in the open - but Thornshadow didn't know how anyone could live anywhere else. Rabbits to hunt, sunshine to enjoy. In the warmer seasons, the grasses were alive with mice and other easy prey.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 7, 2009 18:11:00 GMT -5
"Speaking of rabbits, do you want to go hunt some with me?" Silvermist asked. All the thought of rabbits, and freshly killed prey finally got to her. The light gray she-cat finally gave up on ignoring the hunger in her belly, and decided to satsify it. OOC: Sorry; musless... |
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 7, 2009 21:06:26 GMT -5
"I'd love to," Thornshadow replied honestly. His eyes flickered with excitement at the idea. If the break in cold brought prey out, he wanted to be there. He would, of course, bring most of his potential catch to the Clan. He always did; it was in his blood to be loyal to WindClan. But at the same time, his belly complained and he knew that once he had hunted for the Clan, he would be more than willing to share a morsel with his friend. After all, in these frigid months, it was important to have motivation behind a hunt. If Thornshadow knew that he was going to get something for himself, he would try even harder to catch for the Clan.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 13, 2009 18:05:06 GMT -5
"Great." Silvermist purred. The windclanner slowly padded towards the entrance, feeling the wind brushing against her short, soft and light gray tabby-like fur. Her beautiful light green eyes looked ahead, beyond the moors. Not paying attention to the small details around her. She stopped. The she-cat glanced backed at Thornshadow and smiled. "Well? Are you coming?" The pretty silver she-cat purred. Silvermist kinda enjoyed Thornshadow's presence. It has been a long time since she hunted with another cat, ever since her friend died. The light gray she-cat remembered her friend's death. She remembered the pain she had felt. Since then, Silvermist began to hide from other cats, not wanting to feel the same pain again. But today was a new day, Silvermist had to do something besides hiding from other cats. |
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 16, 2009 20:55:46 GMT -5
Thornshadow nodded, padding behind Silvermist towards the bracken-lined entrance to the camp. Beyond the thorny tangle of branches was the wide plains that WindClanners called home. It was a sight that Thornshadow had grown up loving. It was much more beautiful, of course, in the summer when the winds pushed the blades of grass in coordinated, swooping dances. But now, the thin layer of white pressed those leaves down to the earth and seemed to cover the entire world with a layer of elegant, unblemished ivory. The sun sparkled through sky and reflected off of clouds and the icy ground, filling Thornshadow's vision with dazzling brightness. The air smelled of clean winter and the breeze tingled against his thick coat.
"Let's go. Maybe we'll find rabbits in the Golden Fields." He smiled, the beauty of it all putting him into a delightfully good mood.
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 21, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -5
OOC; should we start a new thread?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 25, 2009 18:01:28 GMT -5
ooc; Sure. In the Golden Fields? I'm not sure I have enough muse in me right now... Can you start it please?
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Post by xXIvyXx on Jan 26, 2009 18:45:29 GMT -5
OOC; no problem!  |
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