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Post by Dark on Feb 22, 2007 20:20:28 GMT -5
The rising sun shown brightly on her thick pelt. I should head back soon, she thought to herself. Scarcely a fox-length away, the ground beneath her feet fell sharply away. This cliff was where she came often: this was where Greysun had fallen. A deep sigh escaped the she-cat at the thought of her dead son. It was his memory that kept her striving to be a good leader... Greysun had died when he'd fallen out of place with StarClan after he'd nearly attacked their medicine cat. Of course, Greysun did have every right to be angry after Forsakenheart had broken his vow and fallen in love with the warrioress Scarsong. All the same, StarClan had obviously approved something of the pairing because they had sent no sign of anger when Stormysun had asked Forsakenheart to step down from his position. But now... Scarsong was surely heartbroken. Forsakenheart was missing. For all the clan knew, he too had fallen to his death from the dangerous cliff...
Finally, the gray tabby she-cat stood, shaking the dust from her fur. The sun was nearly all the way risen and the clan would be looking for her soon. The trip back to camp was easy and uneventful, other than the vole that practically jumped into her paws. As she slipped through the enforced entrance of TideClan's camp, Stormysun's eyes quickly rolled over what lay before her. A young queen, Morningwind, was chasing her tortoiseshell she-kit back towards the nursery with yet another scolding look. Stormysun's younger son, Tropicalstorm, was sitting near the warriors' den, munching quietly on a seagull. Coming up to the fresh-kill pile and dropping her catch, the tabby leader could see several other cats waking inside their dens.
There were no signs of the battle that had nearly lost TideClan their only kits six moons before... Now, the clan was at peace again. And, hopefully, that was how it would remain. |
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Post by Raven on Feb 24, 2007 2:42:41 GMT -5
Her small silver-gray tabby form seemed to be nothing but a little huddle of fur, a small clumping of a sad looking she-cat. Her extremely sad looking and unusually bright green eyes, with a hint of gray, seemed to be the color of a storm dancing off of the sea. So there she was, her, Exotickit, watching her mother and siblings as she tried to imagine a time when she would become an apprentice. When she would be noticed.
Gliding into the camp with a quiet and withdrawn expression, Viperclaw's jade eyes glanced at the fresh-kill pile as he passed it, grabbing a small crab and taking it to a spot near the entrance to the camp. Trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his back haunch that was evidence of the battle, he ate his crab, watching the camp with alert and fearful eyes.
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Post by Dark on Mar 4, 2007 23:12:58 GMT -5
))Hmm, not many TideClanners, eh?((
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Post by Raven on Mar 5, 2007 19:03:15 GMT -5
))Not really. *sad*((
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