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Post by winnie on Jun 18, 2012 21:26:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/nQSd0.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] BORN TO PUSH YOU AROUND[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]YOU BETTER JUST STAY DOWN[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]the warm weather was slightly overwhelming for the tom that day, and he had a feeling his fellow long-furred clanmates would heartily agree. as he attempted to escape the sun’s blaring rays, ashenfur silently scolded himself. there he was, plopped behind a shrub in the shadowclan camp, when he could be doing something useful. his paws were itching for a task, any task, that would occupy him, however the heat was content on making him look like the laziest slab of fur to ever live in shadowclan. he hauled himself off his haunches and walked around to the front of the bush, near the fresh-kill pile. it was running a little low. the tom figured his clanmates were also suffering from fatigue such as himself. plus, the fact that thunderclan was living within their territory set everyone on edge, and going hunting was the last thing on their minds. ashenfur scrunched up his nose as the scent of tree-hugging thunderclanners entered his nostrils, causing him to writhe uncomfortably. he felt like the scent was everywhere, that the shadowclan camp- the place he used to think was the safest in the forest- was being violated and he felt extremely uncomfortable by it. the tom, so enthralled in his rambling thoughts, didn't even notice he was pacing and attracting the attention of a couple apprentices nearby. ashenfur blinked at them and let out a sigh, figuring he should do something useful today. he trotted to the camp entrance and slipped out, inhaling the scent of marshes and pines. he could almost taste the tiny creatures as he made his way towards the marshes. a mouse, laying in the sun by a rock, was unaware that his afternoon sun-basking was about to cost his life. the shaggy grey tom immediately fell to his haunches, moving around the perimeter until the back of the mouse was to him. his paws sinking into the soft ground, ashenfur began to slowly creep forward. as he was about to crouch, he was unaware of the small twig that was beneath his back paw. mousedung, he cursed silently when the twig snapped beneath him and the mouse raced to safety. ashenfur knew his speed was not his strength, but he bounded after the creature anyway. he soon lost sight of the mouse as it lunged into a hole in the base of a pine tree. ashenfur slumped to the ground beside it, letting out an irritated snort. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by COBWEB on Jun 19, 2012 19:57:37 GMT -5
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Brindledsky watched a group of kittens toss around a ball of moss. Their mothers peered at them occasionally when they could break away from their gossipy conversation. The calico she-cat wondered how she would have turned out if her parents had allowed her to play moss-ball. Looking at the kittens now she could see why they liked to play it and it certainly had some advantages—like building stamina and working on their agility. However she was never granted the privilege to play such a game. Her kitten-hood consisted of constant learning and practicing. Of course her parents never worked her harder than she could handle and they did love her, she could see the brief emotion flicker across their gazes on occasion. They were proud and well-mannered felines of Shadowclan, it was only natural that their only kitten would be well behaved and a valuable asset to the clan. So the she-cat didn’t hold any qualms against her parents. She was quite happy the way she was and she has her parents to thank for that. Still, she liked to imagine what she would have been like if she had a different set of parents. I hope I wouldn’t be loud and obnoxious, she thought with a disapproving frown.
The pretty warrior watched the game for a little while longer before picking herself up off the ground. She shook her pelt then stretched, revealing her claws for a moment before sheathing them once more. It was mid-afternoon and the clan would soon be in transition. Patrols would go out along with hunting parties and others would return. She wanted to avoid the rush and so she quickly trotted out of camp and headed toward the Little River. Prey was usually of abundance and she always wanted to try her paw at fishing. Before now she had gone down to the river a few times beforehand but catching fish was hard business. She didn’t have the proper tools or lessons, but she figured with trial and error she’d begin to figure out. Plus today she was feeling rather lucky and she hoped she’d catch something bigger than what the warriors had been bringing in as of the late. Prey was beginning to run short and with good reason considering they had twice the mouths to feed. She knew Jaggedtooth wasn’t happy about it and under his new leadership things were going to change. Especially since Cedar’s mysterious death.
Her muscles tensed when she heard a twig snap not very far away. She opened her mouth and drank in the air. Ashenfur, she thought and tried to pinpoint where his scent was coming from. Soon enough she located him as he flopped to the ground. A frown appeared on her lips as she watched his prey slip away. She assumed felines with as much muscle mass as Ashenfur didn’t find hunting particularly easy, unlike more lithe figured felines such as herself. The calico thought about turning away and leaving him to… lay around but then found her actions to rude. So instead she tilted her head and greeted the slumped over tom. “Fatigue can sometimes mess with one’s head,” she indicated the broken twig with her tail. Normally felines are aware of where they’re placing their paws so that careless mistakes wouldn’t happen. However she could hypothesize that since the Shadowclan deputy was a long-furred cat and bigger than most, he’d be affected by the heat easier. Which, case in point, would lead to him snapping the twig and scaring his prey away. “So, how are you Ashenfur?” She asked and took a seat a few fox lengths away. Small talk was definitely not her strong suit but it was the polite thing to do.
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Post by winnie on Jun 22, 2012 16:25:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/nQSd0.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] BORN TO PUSH YOU AROUND[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]YOU BETTER JUST STAY DOWN[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]the burly tom eyed the spot where his prey vanished with great irritation. he absentmindedly unsheathed his claws and dug them into the soft earth, contemplating a new area to try a more successful hunt; starclan knows shadowclan could use the prey. with the death of cedarstar and thunderclan's ongoing threat dangling over the clan, all cats were on edge. as the deputy, his newfound duties made him want to work as hard as ever, even if that meant spending the extra hours out hunting. yet, as he thought of it, his stomach began to grumble. the tom himself hadn't eaten that day, his fatigue ruling out his hunger until now. the sunlight creeping through the shade of the pines trees glowered on ashenfur's back. for a mostly white cat, he somehow attracted more sun than some of his darker furred clanmates, which only added to his already slumpish mood. the tom shifted his weight so he was more in the shade of the large pine tree he was perched under. he shook out his fur as to ward away anymore light. he would much rather be hidden amongst the dark shadows of the forest then out in the sunshine, a typical stereotype of shadowclan. then again, most of the stereotypes the other clans forced upon him were completely absurd. not every cat from shadowclan were blood-thirsty satanists who ate kits for breakfast and lived without a soul. the accusations from the other clans made ashenfur amused; as they couldn't be farther from the truth. sure, shadowclan was more darker than its surrounding clans, but they were just as loyal and brave as thunderclan or wise as windclan. the assumptions were amusing to ashenfur, but could be rather irritating. right now they made him want to claw a thunderclanner, or that could be the fatigue talking. consumed in his thoughts, ashenfur wasn't aware that a clanmate had approached him. alarmed by the sudden sound of brindledsky's voice, the large tom looked up in surprise. fatigue can sometimes mess with one's head. ashenfur grimaced as he glanced at his failure catch and back to her, somewhat embarrassed a clanmate had been around to witness that. "hello brindledsky, it's an off day," he replied, shrugging his broad shoulders. he peered at the she-cat, he hadn't actually had a real conversation with brindledsky before. the younger cat was almost delicate looking, though he knew that wasn't the case in the least. her superb fighting skills rose her higher than the other apprentices and awarded her with an early warrior ceremony. ashenfur admired her skills; she was a dedicated warrior at such an age. she was much younger than himself, but somehow seemed older than her actual age. at her question, he let out an amused snort. "tired, lazy, and apparently having a bad hunting day," he replied, his emerald orbs gleaming. "i was about to go try my luck near the river, care to join?" he offered. two hunters was always better than one. the tom stood up, raising to his full height, as he waited for his companion's answer. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by COBWEB on Jun 26, 2012 0:46:21 GMT -5
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"Hello brindledsky, it's an off day.”
The pretty calico furrowed her brows as she mulled over his words. She didn’t believe that her fellow clan mates could have an ‘off day’ that was usually an excuse for something else. An off day really didn’t exist in her opinion. However the factors that led up to the particular feline making mistakes that was truth. The heat combined with Ashenfur’s deputy duties would have impacted his ability to hunt and fight. They were distractions but she didn’t mention any of this. She knew it wouldn’t be polite and she didn’t want to make her deputy feel emasculated. So allowed him to believe his false words without correcting him.
”Tired, lazy, and apparently having a bad hunting day.”
Maybe that’s because you’re not putting your full effort into your hunting. There’s no such thing as a bad hunting day. It’s all hokum. but the calico didn’t dare speak her thoughts aloud. There was a time and place for everything and she didn’t think it would be very nice of her to correct Ashenfur for the second time. He was their deputy, the second in command, but she couldn’t help but think he wasn’t totally right for the job. Especially with all the mistakes and excuses he was making. It didn’t make sense in her mind, she couldn’t see the logic. Yet the pretty she-cat kept her mouth closed and decided to scrutinize him from behind her pretty face. Not a lot of warriors could look past her angelic features which irked her more than she would ever care to express. Of course it could have been considered an advantage but she still didn’t like others looking down at her and judging her based on her appearance.
”I was about to go try my luck near the river, care to join?"
Brindledsky perked up her ears as Ashenfur drew her attention. She didn’t typically hunt with a partner or hang out on a social basis. At this moment she was thankful that her parents managed to teach her how to politely socialize without getting her emotions involved. It made her think more level headedly and her judgment was never muddled. If she were to be attached to her feelings, like most she-cats, she would have probably been too captivated by the tom’s masculine body or emerald green eyes. She found him attractive enough but it didn’t blind her to reason. If the Shadowclan deputy wanted a hunting partner and a quiet, respectful side conversation, she could supply that. Anything further and he snagged the wrong female.
“Sure,” she said with a nod of her head. She pulled herself back onto her paws and started heading toward the river. The calico didn’t look backward or wait to see if Ashenfur was following, she figured he would and if he didn’t well at least she’d try her luck down by the river.
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Post by winnie on Jul 6, 2012 10:43:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/nQSd0.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] BORN TO PUSH YOU AROUND[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]YOU BETTER JUST STAY DOWN[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]watching the she-cat, ashenfur could tell she had her suspicions about him. he was the deputy, after all. he was supposed to be superb at hunting, to show the younger cats a model to look up to. lately, all he'd been doing is pouring himself into his duties. organizing patrols and assigning jobs, making sure every cat was doing his/her part. it was exhausting, to say the least, but he knew it was not an excuse, and he could tell brindledsky knew as well. plus, being a long-furred cat in greenleaf's heat was not exactly ideal. somewhere, starclan was laughing at him. he glanced up at the sky, mentally cursing his ancestors. as the tom waited for brindledsky's reply, he pledged he would at least come back with two pieces of prey for the elders. he wanted to prove he was not lazy in the least. he saw the she-cat perk up at his offer. he had noted before she was willing to serve her clan the best she could, a characteristic he admired greatly and that always seemed present in a great warrior. as she accepted his offer, ashenfur stood, ready to lead the way. however, the she-cat was already bounding off, not bothering to look back. the tom's ears perked in surprise and he set off after her. the tom glanced around as he padded, inhaling the scent of shadowclan. he could still taste the faint scent of thunderclan in their camp and to escape any part of that clan was good for him. the burly tom slowed down as he approached the flowing river, the scent of water and a few prey wafting into his nostrils. the scent of a mouse nearby caught his attention and he flicked his tail at brindledsky to let her know he was going in for a kill. the tom lowered himself to the ground and crept towards a small berry bush, where he was sure the creature was hiding. he spotted the furry brown pelt, the mouse laying out under the leaves. his afternoon sunbathing was about to cost his life. ashenfur crept closer and sprang, unsheathing his rather long claws that soon made contact with the prey's flesh. ashenfur stood up with relief, he didn't know what he would have done if he'd had to explain to brindledsky how he missed two catches in a row. she probably would think he was incompetent, if she didn't already. he brought his catch back to brindledsky and buried it so they may continue. the large tom padded to the she-cat's side and leaned his head back to sniff the air again. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by COBWEB on Jul 16, 2012 13:34:33 GMT -5
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Brindledsky paused when her deputy motioned toward the mouse. She remained still as he dropped into a hunter’s crouch and began to stalk his unsuspecting prey. Although the black and white patched tom was their deputy she had her doubts. It seemed like he needed to prove himself to her, to show her that he wasn’t incompetent. She watched him with placid eyes as he lunged for the mouse, managing to snap its neck between his powerful jaws. There was quite a bit of blood coming from its neck wound which dismayed the younger warrior. A kill, especially when it came to fresh kill, was to be clean. It is why she always admired adders. When they struck it was quick and clean, only two puncture marks remained. Perhaps a bit of blood but otherwise there was no mess. However she knew she was just being nitpicky so she didn’t say a word even when she caught the flicker of relief dart across his eyes. Do I make you nervous? she thought to herself but didn’t pose the question to her superior, at least not yet.
The tom dropped the mouse at her feet and buried it. He nodded in her direction and she assumed he meant to continue with their hunting expedition. The she-cat was more than happy to comply. Although fighting had always been her strong suit she did love the relaxation that came with hunting. It gave her time to admire the beauty of her territory and to give thanks to the life that has been brought into this world and the life that had to be taken to sustain others. But the she-cat wasn’t quite accustomed to hunting with partners. Her parents taught her to be polite and make small talk when it was needed, she wondered if now would be a good time. No, we’d scare off the prey, she reminded herself and nodded. Formalities will simply have to wait for a later date, she added before she scented the air.
A strong scent of rabbit taunted her senses. For a moment she stood frozen and rather puzzled at the scent that washed over her. It was uncommon for a rabbit wander into Shadowclan territory. The ground was too soft and wet—it would most likely suck the rabbit’s paws into the muck. Your loss, our gain, she thought as her lithe form sunk into a crouch. Never in her moons of life had she ever stumbled upon a rabbit and therefore her mentor never taught her how to catch one. What would be the point? Yet at this moment she would have liked to know something about the art but instead she relied on her instincts. Brindledsky stayed downwind and crept closer. Her ears strained to hear even the slightest rustling. There you are, she thought and pinpointed the black ball of fluff. It blended in well enough with their territory. The she-cat paused as she thought about the best way to attack. Lunging at it would result in a failed effort so she would have to bolt after it. She blinked, took a breath, then propelled herself in motion. She kicked up pieces of mud, splattering Ashenfur (unbeknownstly). The rabbit managed to take a few steps before the huntress sunk her fangs into the soft flesh of its neck. She jerked her head, snapping its spine. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile around the mound of flesh and she trotted back to Ashenfur, pride glittering within her eyes.
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