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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 10, 2009 16:35:10 GMT -5
Seacross paced back and forth, her green-blue eyes troubled. She was proud to be deputy of WindClan, and would do everything she could to be a good one, but that was exactly the problem. She wasn't sure what a deputy really did. Of course they ordered patrols, and took charge when then the leader was gone, but was that it? And she didn't even know how to do patrols, of all things.
Seacross sighed. She felt like an apprentice again, not really knowing what to do, and scared she'd mess it up.
She had washed her fur this day, though she normally didn't, and as a result, she looked almost like a silver cat, instead of the gray cat she was. Another result was simply not looking like a mess, which she normally did, never much bothered about her appearence. As she had done when meeting her mentor for the first time.
Obviously, she was nervous about what to do now, and while it only showed in her eyes, that was enough.
You know, what would be great right about now, is, I don't know, someone coming and talking to me.
OOC: Open to anyone.....
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 27, 2009 15:59:39 GMT -5
OOC: RP with me, please?
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Post by commander tazzy! on Jan 30, 2009 18:28:08 GMT -5
ooc; goldeneyes to the rescue!! Goldeneyes had just awakened from a startling dream in which apprentices did all the hunting, elders patrolled the borders, and warriors were used as breeding stock. His paws were still shaking from the shock of the difference, and all he could hear were the yowls of millions of kits coming from the nursery to eat the bodies of those who had already fathered their share of kits. He licked his paw nervously and shook his head, trying to get the mental pictures to fall from behind his eyes.
He walked as calmly as he could out into the camp, his eyes trained on his paws. His brother had once told him that the mind could only think about one thing at a time, and the illusion of thinking about more than one thing is created by thoughts that change rapidly. Perhaps if he concentrated on his paws, nothing else would happen, and his macabre dream wouldn't dare slip back into his mind again.
In his self-inflicted distractions, he bumped into a pacing Seacross, who seemed to be just as upset as him. He jumped back at the touch of another cat, still on edge from his nightmare. "Oh," he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just you. I thought you were a cannibal kit for a second, silly me. " He looked up at her face and saw her eyes.
The new deputy's eyes gave much away to her current emotions- they quivered and crashed like low tide. Goldeneyes was not used to it, as the deputy usually managed to keep her emotions in check.
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Post by Swifttail on Feb 1, 2009 21:01:02 GMT -5
Swifttail walked into camp after a short walk on the moor. She padded toward the warriors den for some much needed rest.
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Post by Swifttail on Feb 1, 2009 21:06:09 GMT -5
Before she could lay down, she noticed Goldeneyes. She padded over to the tom on weary paws to see what the trouble was. Both Goldeneyes and Seacross looked a bit funky... Swifttail walked up to them. ''Something troubleing you?"
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Scartail
Apprentice
Smiles to everyone in the WORLD!!!
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Post by Scartail on Feb 2, 2009 18:00:31 GMT -5
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Post by commander tazzy! on Feb 8, 2009 19:09:19 GMT -5
ooc: sorry. been busy.
"As a matter of fact, something is." Goldeneys murmured. I had the strangest dream last night, but I don't remember all of it. Something to do with kits and elders, kits eating elders. It doesn't really matter now though, does it. Just a strange, twisted dream. Its incredible how heavily dreams can affect you, isnt't it?" He started to ramble, forgettinghis concern as the claming sensation of his own voice washed over him.
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Post by Swifttail on Feb 9, 2009 17:38:11 GMT -5
Swifttail interuppted. ''Yeah, that is weird, now I'm gonna rest.''
OOC: Sorry short post.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Feb 26, 2009 20:31:46 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for not posting....I was stolen. Really. And Swiftail, I'll tell you a secret....I did the pretty much exact same thing the first time I posted here.
Seacross blinked, and looked at the two cats in surprise. To her it semed as though they had appeared from thin air, though logically Seacross knew that wasn't possible. She decided they just must had come awhile ago, and she hadn't noticed, being too distracted.
As soon as Seacross realized this she stopped pacing and sat down, embarressed. She had just ignored two of her clanmates, and while it wasn't intentional, it certainly wasn't something a deputy should be doing.
"I missed...well, everything you said." Seacross meowed with a nervous smile. "Care to tell me what we're discussing?"
OOC2: Meh. Not up to my usaul standards, but it'll do.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 27, 2009 20:41:38 GMT -5
The brambles that guarded the camp had been placed long ago by hardworking warriors of the past, cats who now watched over the same camp, adding protection from the stars. They crumbled regularly, sometimes eaten up by little creatures too small to fear the cats and sometimes knocked aside by the momentum of battle. Each time the barrier had been rebuilt it had picked up strength, and after thousands and thousands of moons, uncountable sunrises, each thorny branch rested on a layer of other, long-fallen branches and held up more toothy sticks. The entire intertwining wall was dangerous and durable, keeping out anyone who didn't know the well-worn pathway by heart.
Even as he walked down that little slope, half-hidden by the tall grasses, Thornshadow marveled at the strength and beauty of the wall. All the Clans had it, he knew - although Thornshadow himself had never been to any camp but his own - but it still made the WindClanner feel safe. If any warrior from a neighbor Clan, or a distant one, tried to enter, they would run headlong into an impenetrable barrier - and a furious one, at that. But the cat walking now knew his way. He was a born-WindClanner, and proud of his heritage. Brushing against the smooth wood propped up closest to the camp entrance, he slipped through to the camp he knew so well.
In a little group, huddled and tired-looking, stood three cats. Swifttail and Goldeneyes he recognized, but the other cat... - was Seacross! Thornshadow was so used to seeing her matted gray fur that the sleek silver of her newly groomed coat surprised him. He smiled to himself and padded over to join them. On the way, he dropped off the juicy vole and the thin little rabbit he was carrying. They were good catches, but not good enough for him to have earned a meal. He would wait and go hunting for himself later, not take away from the Clans' food supply. He was used to a slightly empty stomach. Besides, it was still early in the day.
"Good morning all," he meowed, dipping his head respectfully to his new deputy and nodding at his other Clanmates.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Feb 27, 2009 22:12:49 GMT -5
Seacross almost turned around to see who Thornshadow had dipped his head to, but caught herself in time. She half smiled, amused with herself. She was the deputy of WindClan now, and she had been a good apprentice, and a fine warrior. Maybe she was a bit young, but she was certain she could handle everything....given some time. Still, she didn't think that she would ever get used to someone showing respect to her.
"Morning, Thornshadow." Seacross meowed, happy she had remembered his name. He wasn't someone she had talked to very much. She looked at his prey, and let out a soft sigh. Thornshadow was a good hunter; normally he caught much more. But then, normally apprentices weren't trained for battle more than hunting. Normal didn't mean much anymore.
OOC: Couldn't think of anything to say...
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 27, 2009 23:52:28 GMT -5
Thornshadow watched his new deputy carefully, and saw her eyes flick to the pile of fresh-kill. It was small - leafbare was not over yet, but every day there was just a bit more fresh-kill to go around. Soon the trees would turn green and the rabbits would be easier to catch. For now, Thornshadow had to be embarrassed at how little food he'd caught. He wanted to say something, make an excuse for his meager return. Hoping that the deputy saw success in his capture, saw that he had chased that rabbit nearly into RiverClan territory (but not quite, of course) and saw that he had searched to get a vole like that. She probably just saw two little creatures, hardly enough to feed three cats. Her sigh proved his theory, and was accompanied by a little one of his own.
"I'm planning to go hunting again. The weather's getting warmer." He didn't want to straight-out suggest a hunting party to the deputy, but why not take advantage of the slowly growing warmth? There was almost no snow on the ground anymore, and the bits that were left held together in dirt-encrusted piles instead of in the pure white sheets that had covered everything not even a moon previous. And Thornshadow wasn't the only one who had seen it. Prey was taking notice, too, and glancing out of deep winter hiding-spots. The warm air was waking the little creatures, and the Clans were starting to eat again. Thornshadow smiled at the prospect of green-leaf.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Mar 1, 2009 0:54:34 GMT -5
"You are?" asked Seacross thoughtfully. Pacing in camp was not helping her or anybody else, and some more fresh-kill was always useful. "I'll go with you. If we find a few more, we can call it a hunting patrol."
Seacross looked to the sky in thought, already planning out what they would do and where they would go.
"And we'll have to-" Seacross meowed, before stopping. She looked upset for a second, and then sighed ruefully.
"I guess I won't have to ask Kashstar for permission." she meowed, her voice telling them that she was explaning her previous words. "I keep on forgetting that I'm the deputy now. He can't be upset with me for 'just going and doing things without proper authorzation' anymore."
Seacross's eyes brightened. She hadn't thought of that, and it made her quite cheerful. No she could no longer be lectured on 'how you're part of a group, a group needs a leader, and second in charge, and it has balance, and rules, and they are there for a reason...'. It made her even look foward to hunting, which she disliked because of all the remembered times of slipping on wet grass.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 1, 2009 19:05:41 GMT -5
Thornshadow watched his deputy with his head tilted just a bit to the right. She was behaving oddly. He couldn't quite put his paw on what was wrong, but there was something off about her high spirits. Then it struck him - deputies and leaders didn't usually explain themselves to the warriors. And she had made a mistake, forgotten herself, let go of her own dignity. It wasn't normal, but wasn't a terrible thing. Still, it was strange to see a deputy being so open, so... even childish. Thornshadow liked kits fine, but he didn't want a deputy acting like one. Oh well - she was the deputy, and he would have to go along with it no matter how unsure he was.
"I suppose you'll get used to it. Meanwhile, I still have to be a member of the team." He laughed a bit, trying to make friends with Seacross. He never really talked to her, but it would be wonderful to be on good terms with the deputy. Even if she's a bit different.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Mar 1, 2009 19:48:46 GMT -5
"True." meowed Seacross, not giving any indication as to which statement of Thronshadow's she was replying to. She tipped her head slightly to one side to look at Thornshadow. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really know him. Which, Seacross decided, should be fixed as soon as possible.
"So, Thornshadow, I don't know you as well as I should." Seacross sarted meowing with a smile. "While we're looking or waiting for two or more cats to join us, mind telling me a bit about yourself?"
Seacross tried to learn as much as possible about everycat in her clan. This was partly because she wanted them all to know her, and partly because of her past experience being a 'deputy'.
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