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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 8, 2007 13:38:47 GMT -5
Seacross slipped into a clump of grass and curled into a silver furred ball. She looked up at the horizon line, and sighed.
I'm supposed to be grown up, but I feel so young. I'm supposed to be a warrior, but I feel like a kit. I wish I had other apprentices my age....I wish I had someone to talk to.....I miss Blizzardstorm. He understood me....he was so calm....
OOC - Anyone can come, but I don't want more than three cats in all, please. I'd like someone calm too, thank you.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 8, 2007 15:30:25 GMT -5
The golden field was always a bleak place at Snowfall and the whiteness of the field made it more bleak. The horizon made up for it though. It was a glorious view and Whitestripe admired that. It was where he met his mate Amberheart.He gently padded over to SeaCross. Greetings Seacross. he mewed placidly his face giving off a cheerful look. He wondered why the young warrior was here. What brings you here? he asked curiously. He wouldn't pry out the answer he only hoped to make a conversation with the warrior. Recently, hardly anyone had spoken to him. he looked at the she-cat who stared across the horizon. Sure is a pretty view huh? he flicked his tail across his paws to make them warmer against the frozen cold ground.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 9, 2007 13:15:43 GMT -5
"Hello Whitestripe." meowed Seacross quietly, hoping she had remembered his name properly.
"What brings me here....I suppose I'm just a bit bored. It is a very pretty view, though I should probably be hunting." she meowed, ignoring the voice in her head that told her she was only there to sulk.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 15, 2007 8:42:38 GMT -5
Whitestripe smiled. Are you on a hunting patrol? he asked hoping that she would say 'yes'.
He hadn't been on a hunting patrol in a while so he was eager to get out and about again.
ooc: Sucky post sorry.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 16, 2007 13:52:29 GMT -5
"No, but I could be." Seacross meowed, wanting the company of anyone at that point.
You're being really stupid... said a voice in her head. Seacross sighed and put her head on her paws.
"Sorry I'm being so uncheerful. It's just that I saw something that reminded me of someone I used to know..." Seacross meowed, lost in the thoughts of the kit she couldn't save.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 16, 2007 13:58:36 GMT -5
Whitestripe inclined his head to the right curiously. Who could she have lost? he wondered to himself not wanting to ask that question. Whitestripe said nothing as the cold chilling winter breeze slipped past both the cats. The gray cats long fur waved in the wind and his tail flicked showing his curiosity towards the feline who lay with her head on her paws. What reminded you of...this cat? he asked treading carefully as if on ice not wanting to upset Seacross.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 16, 2007 14:08:00 GMT -5
Streamsoul's head was up in the air, sniffing it. No scent of marigold yet...
As she padded along, she heard distant voices. But she took no notice. She needed marigold! Her eyes scanned from side to side...and then, to her left, there! The strong-smelling plant stood proudly.
Suddenly she slammed straight into a cat. The scent was familiar...Seacross, a Clanmate.
Streamsoul stepped back, shaking her head. Sorry, Seacross. Then she noticed Whitestripe. She had met him once, in these fields...she blushed at the memory, the skin under her thick leaf-bare fur turning warm. Uh, hi, Whitestripe... She avoided looking at him.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 16, 2007 14:15:47 GMT -5
"Just the scent of snow..." meowed Seacross softly.
Seacross turned towards Streamsoul, and her face turned a bit more cheerful.
"It's alright." she meowed before adding softly. "Do you remember Gailkit?"
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 16, 2007 14:16:23 GMT -5
Whitestripe gave a quick glance towards Streamsoul and looked away. He nodded his head in acknowledgment. He had let the memory slip from his mind it was only when he noticed her scent he realised the long forgotten memory. He dared not dream of it scared that unwanted words might lip out of his mouth.
OOC: Does Heartbroken ever come on here anymore?
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 16, 2007 14:21:42 GMT -5
Seacross looked between Whitestripe and Streamsoul. They seemed to know each other some how.
"Mind telling me how you know each other?" she asked carefully, ignoring the little voice in her head that was telling her 'Curosity killed the cat...'
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 18, 2007 14:21:41 GMT -5
Whitestripe looked at the other feline. We..met in the fields here. She was looking for herbs. he mewed not exactly lying but not explaining it all. He decided not to tell her the whole truth. You didn't need to tell the whole truth if it wasn't needed.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 18, 2007 15:21:05 GMT -5
Streamsoul glanced at Whitestripe, relieved. She would have to thank him later. She nodded, maybe a bit to quickly. Yes....I was looking for horsetail and stumbled over him.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 31, 2007 19:50:23 GMT -5
-cough-
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 4, 2008 18:31:16 GMT -5
Seacross nodded doubtfully, but decided not to ask any further.
She tried to smile.
"So anything to do? I shouldn't just sit here and sulk...."
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Jan 7, 2008 15:48:37 GMT -5
Streamsoul shrugged. The awkward moment hadn't passed, even though they were all pretending that it had. Uh...I don't know. Whitestripe's the senior warrior. She stepped away and tried not to look at the white tom, willing herself, Don't look. Don't look.
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