rain, rain go away (cobweb)

[winnie]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; background-color: #f3f1f1;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]the smell of rain clogged the she-cats nostrils as the water continued to pour down. the marshes looked flooded with water, the pine trees seemed to droop down, and the prey was certainly hidden from the storm. a random choice to go hunting was not one of mintpool's greatest idea, as she had thought the day would be bright and sunny. on the contrary; the storm had caused the she-cat to take refuge under a bush. her dainty frame was easy to squeeze under the little shelter, but her pelt was already soaked and heavy. the thunderclan warrior let out an irritated groan. if there was anything in the world she wished to disappear it would be gloomy weather. and this weather was certainly not cheerful. she had simply no idea what possessed her to take a hunting trip today. starclan probably planted the thought in her innocent mind and the starry warriors were now laughing at her as they tread lightly in the sky above. she glared at the dark sky above that peeked through the pine trees, sending her ancestors a few nasty words in her mind. mintpool noted with relief that the rain seemed to be letting up and it was no longer thundering. the scent of rain that made her feel unhealthy and rather uncomfortable was still present, but at least the sun was starting to peek through the gloomy clouds. the pretty feline slowly emerged from her makeshift shelter and glanced around. the forest seemed fairly quiet, beside the soft pattering of the rain and the distant croaking of a frog in the distance. she assumed her clanmates were back at their camp, in their dens rather than soaking wet in an unfamiliar forest. she sighed as she surveyed the marsh, inwardly pining for the undergrowth and tall oak trees of her home. however, that home was destroyed, along with most of her life. her parents were much too young to have kits and when they had mintpool, they paid little to no attention to their daughter. her foster mother, brighteyes, was the only family she had to look up to. when the flood took her life, mintpool was left without family. thinking about her loss of brighteyes only made mintpool want to curl up and sob enough tears to create another storm. she distracted herself by wondering what her clanmates were doing back at camp, particularly a certain white tom that had caught her eye. the rather grumpy coaltail wasn't exactly the cat she paired herself with before, but now she couldn't help admiring the tom. mintpool flushed with embarrassment at catching herself thinking of the tom. the pretty feline glanced down at her pelt and practically had a heart attack. her green-yellow eyes widened with horror. she looked like she had been run over twice and dragged through the rain by her toes. mintpool set to grooming her pure white pelt, hoping nobody was around to see this disaster before she had a chance to fix it.[/style]

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swanfeather
" to live in the future you must lose your memory of the past "

Swanfeather sighed and hung his head. The Thunderclan medicine cat was quite fed up with his makeshift den. He had no qualms about getting his pristine coat dirty when he went out herb collecting but his den was an entirely different matter. Back at home the tom had been meticulous. Everything had its place and it was sorted in chronological order for their expiration date. The herbs in Thunderclan were familiar along with their locations but now that their home was destroyed they were stuck in the care of Jaggedstar—their newest tyranny. Shadowclan had always had some sort of dictator throughout the years and Cedarstar was a rare tom. He had been hostile, yes, but also fair. His successor was just another tyrant for Shadowclan to overcome or come and beg them for mercy. It was a vicious cycle that was to be repeated every certain number of years. But that was their problem not his and all the tom wanted to do was get his own den back. It infuriated the gentle medicine cat especially since his new den was lacking in the organization department. Every time he fixed something up to look nice the wind would push everything around. Sometimes the tom was so sure Starclan was playing with him just for a laugh—he didn’t think it was very funny.

He glanced over at his apprentice. Ternpaw was half blind and he assumed it was from drinking poisonous water. Yet the tom seemed to do rather well with coping and he hadn’t misbehaved once. Ternpaw was a cool drink of water compared to his last apprentice. Swanfeather didn’t even know why the tom wanted to be a medicine cat in the first place. He was violent and hot tempered and eventually Swanfeather decided that he didn’t have the makings of a medicine cat and kicked him out of the position. He hadn’t been happy. In fact he had the audacity of complaining to Brightstar. Swanfeather rolled his eyes at the memory. “I hope you know I’m thankful for you even though you look like a scrap of fluff,” he said to the snoozing Ternpaw. The younger tom made no move except for a quiet snore and a flick of his tail. The medicine cat grinned and chuckled to himself. He’d let his apprentice sleep for a little while longer before waking him up. He had a rough training lesson the day before and it would do him some good to rest his muscles.

The beautiful white tom padded out of “Thunderclan’s camp” and headed out. At first he was intending to collect herbs until he smelled a familiar scent. Mintpool? He didn’t know the she-cat all that well but he found it odd for her to be out on the territory while it was drizzling outside. Most she-cats preferred to be in their dens during a rain. So the tom switched directions and headed toward the area Shadowclanners coined Moss Fields. It wasn’t long until he caught sight of the white feline. He hurried over, his golden eyes curious but gentle. It soon became apparent to him that she wasn’t in the best state of mind. Her eyes were red and her fur was matted with clumps of dirt and moss sticking to it. “Oh dear,” he said and furrowed his eyebrows when he approached her. “Come here, honey.” The tom pulled his fellow clan mate into a hug. One might find it to be rather bizarre considering they weren’t very close but Swanfeather was like that. He was the mother hen of the clan and it didn’t matter if they were relative strangers, he always could a spare a hug.

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[ tagged ; winnie, mintpool ]
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[winnie]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; background-color: #f3f1f1;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]mintpool let out an aggravated sigh. there was absolutely no way in heavens she was going to get all the dirt and rubbish out of her fur. she could forget about being a pure white cat, as these clumps of mud were not going to come out with a few quick grooms. the thought of taking a swim in the river came across her mind, but she soon dismissed it. if she hated anything, it was water. taking a casual dip in the little river was not an option for the distressed she-cat. her striking yellow-green eyes swiped across the dark marsh lands. she despised this territory, from the croaking frogs to the towering pines. she could barely make out what was five feet in front of her; her eyes were accustomed to the bright lit territory of thunderclan. the abundance of shadows and darkness that loomed in shadowclan wasn't ideal for her. however, she knew her clan was in need and yet, she was grateful for the shadowclanners' help, even if she didn't understand their way of life. mintpool heard faint pawsteps, that or another frog coming to annoy her with its croaking. she couldn't really tell; there was mud in her ears. the she-cat shook her head to get it out and listened closer. definitely pawsteps, she thought in a panic. what if it was a shadowclan warrior? she couldn't imagine what they would do if they found her here and not in their makeshift camp. or worse, what if it was coaltail? the handsome tom, to see her in this state? mintpool shot to her feat in panic, searching wildly for the mysterious cat. with great relief, the she-cat realized it was swanfeather. she let a small smile grace her lips as the grey and white tom hurried over to her. the medicine cat pulled her into a hug and mintpool, surprised by the sudden action, giggled like a newborn kit. she had always liked swanfeather, granted she liked all her clanmates, but the caring tom had a special charm that made her feel comfortable around him. maybe it was because he was her medicine cat and she could naturally trust him, but maybe it was something else. whatever it was, mintpool was grateful for his company. she knew he wouldn't judge her, even in the state she looked. "oh swanfeather, thank goodness it's you. i thought it might be one of those dreadful shadowclanners, i've always been a bit frightened of them, you know." she leaned back from the tom's embrace to flash him a thankful smile, her multicolored gaze twinkling despite her recent 'adventure'. she recalled her pelt and felt her fur grow hot. "i uh, do apologize for my appearance. i did get caught in that awful storm," she mumbled, giving a somewhat apologetic look to the tom. [/style]

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swanfeather
" to live in the future you must lose your memory of the past "

”Oh Swanfeather, thank goodness it's you. I thought it might be one of those dreadful Shadowclanners, I've always been a bit frightened of them, you know."

Swanfeather purred, a wide smile appearing on his muzzle. He rubbed his cheek against Mintpool’s before he pulled away—the smile never wavering. “Dreadful Shadowclanners?” He quirked up an eyebrow then laughed. “The coldest hearts in the forest,” he said with a thoughtful expression. “Although I hardly think they’re all that dreadful. Granted they would have no qualms about murdering you or me and they do have a past record with dictator-like leaders who usually kill for the position.” He blinked. “It’ kinda makes you wonder why Starclan grants them their nine lives, or is that just me?” The smile stretched further if that was even possible. “Nevertheless I think only a pawful are ever really dreadful. It’s genetics, expectations, environment, etcetera etcetera.”

”I… uh, do apologize for my appearance. I did get caught in that awful storm…

“Bah,” the tom said with a shake of his head. “You would look beautiful no matter what,” he purred. “However, in case you feel that you do look like an elder who had been dragged through the mud, allow me to be of some assistance, yes? Lovely.” Without waiting for a response the tom moved closer and started cleaning away the dirt and debris that was clinging to his clan mate’s white pelt. “It must be tiresome,” he said between licks. “Attempting to keep your coat white when all there is is toads and mud.” Humor wrapped around his voice when he spoke. “But, like I said before, I think you look beautiful all the same.” He continued to grooming until he got most of mud out. Her pelt wasn’t as sleek and shiny as she usually kept it but it would do for now.

Swanfeather stepped back and settled onto his haunches, a warm smile gracing his muzzle. Although he didn’t really know a lot of his clan mate’s personally (not that he was a hermit by any means he just never had a lot of the free time and the opportunity) he figured this would be a good time to get to know the she-cat in front of him. He didn’t see her all that much which was probably a good thing. Warriors needed to stay healthy and build up good immune systems, so it was safe to say Mintpool was rather lucky to have not gotten sick or have an injury that needed tending. “So Mintpool,” he finally said after a moment’s silence. “Are there any toms in your life?” He waggled his eyebrows unable to contain himself. In this way, Swanfeather was very much a she-cat. He loved romantic stories and the newest gossip. It gave him a break from his duties and let him indulge in something he would never have—not that he was attracted to anyone. He was perfectly fine being off the market and serving his clan. Plus, he preferred to listen to others’ romantic relations and help him or her out with their relationship, if one ever wanted advice.

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[ words ; 522 ]
[ tagged ; winnie, mintpool ]
[ notes ; sorry if this post doesn't make sense. it's super late and i'm practically falling asleep ]

[winnie]

[rs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-radius: 10px; background-color: #f3f1f1;][style=width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 0.5px; padding: 7px;]the tom's comfort touch calmed mintpool down and she let go of her tense stance. she listened to his thoughts about shadowclan and shrugged. "i do not blame them. if i had to live my entire life in this territory i would go rabid. though i do admit, i tend to judge them every once in a while, but that's not like me. i think being stuck in this gloomy forest is really getting to me." she gave a weak smile, glancing around at the dark shadows of the forest before turning her attention back to swanfeather. she generally wasn't judging or anything of that sort, but being forced to reside in an unfamiliar, dark land was messing with her head. there was hardly any light here, for starclan's sake. you look beautiful no matter what. mintpool perked up, a sweet smile spreading across her muzzle. she grinned at the medicine cat; he always had a way of making a she-cat happy, even in the worst circumstances. "swanfeather, thank you, you flatter me." she purred, her eyes twinkling despite her recent adventures. his comment on her white pelt made her laugh. "you have no idea," she remarked, admiring his sleek grey fur. it must be so much easier to take care of, she thought. when the tom stepped back, she glanced down to see her pelt mostly restored to its regular shine. mintpool purred her thanks to the tom, feeling much better than she had before. are there any toms in your life? mintpool's green-yellow eyes widened and she let out a groan. "please tell me it's not obvious, is it?" she asked, her thoughts instantly racing. had swanfeather noticed? had any of her clanmates noticed? was it obvious she adored coaltail? the she-cat couldn't recall any of her actions that would suspect that she fancied coaltail, but she couldn't know for sure. she glanced down at her paws and kneaded the ground; a habit she did when she was overly worried. "well, if you haven't already guessed... there is one tom whose caught my eye," she paused and looked around, making sure they were completely alone. she didn't want any lurking cat to overhear them and tell coaltail. how awful would that be?! "it's, erm," she leaned closer to swanfeather and dropped her voice to a whisper. she looked like a little kit telling their littermates a secret. "coaltail," she whispered, then leaned back to her normal sitting position. "but i don't think it's mutual. well, really, i don't know. he's such a confusing tom!" she let out a sigh, her face scrunching up in confusion. [/style]

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swanfeather
" to live in the future you must lose your memory of the past "

"i do not blame them. if i had to live my entire life in this territory i would go rabid. though i do admit, i tend to judge them every once in a while, but that's not like me. i think being stuck in this gloomy forest is really getting to me."

Swanfeather curled his feather like tail over his delicate paws. The mud had colored them brown and bits of dried mud had formed within his claws and paw pads. He did not like Shadowclan territory any more than the next Thunderclanner but for now this was where there were to live. The environment that they lived in made him wonder if that was the reason they were so arrogant and irritable. There was a lack of sunlight and the entire piece of land was gloomy. It made the silver furred tom wonder if the environment was the culprit for Shadowclan’s cold heart and their arrogant demeanor. They never once the brilliant sunshine of Thunderclan territory or the roaring rapids of Riverclan or the endless rolling hills of Windclan. Fog was more common on their stretch of land than a drop of sunlight. The tom could ponder ideas in his head for hours on end but it was rather rude to do so in front of a fellow clan mate—so he dropped the mental debate only to pick it up at a more convenient time.

"please tell me it's not obvious, is it?"

Amusement swam within the depths of his golden eyes. His lips spread into a mischievous grin as he watched her knead the ground. In truth he didn’t typically just stare off into space and watch his clan mates’ every move. However with the scent of anxiety pulsing of the she-cat he had to wonder if she had fallen for a Shadowclanner. A forbidden love affair never worked well in clan life. If Mintpool was having some sort of an affair their love would never bloom to its full capacity unless she or the tom in question left their clans or joined the other to be together. The thought both unnerved him and made him swoon—love was an emotion Swanfeather never experienced but loved to see out in the open. It just made love worth living.

"well, if you haven't already guessed... there is one tom whose caught my eye,"

The medicine cat leaned in closer, his ears pricking up—hanging on her every word. There was excitement bubbling up within his chest. Just spit it out! He longed to say but kept his lips firmly clamped. It was petty of him to act in such a way. He was a respectable medicine cat, not a bright eyed apprentice but he just couldn’t help himself. He was a fan of secrets, especially those that centered around love.

"coaltail,"

Finally she had said it. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. Coaltail? The tom blinked then stepped back. The urge to laugh was present but he managed to contain himself. It was not as if the tom was a bad choice but he was rather moody. He didn’t at all expect the she-cat to fall for that sort of tom but then again, every good girl wished she had a bad boy right? He grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"but i don't think it's mutual. well, really, i don't know. he's such a confusing tom!"

I bet he’s confusing, he agreed in silence. He never really knew Coaltail all that well other than his close friendship with the Shadowclanners who betrayed him. Ever since then he was quite a broody fellow. “Hmm,” he pursed his lips and leaned back on his haunches. “Well how does he act when you’re around him? What gives you the impression that it’s not mutual?” Although he had never had a relationship in his life, he was rather good at giving advice (as strange as it sounded).

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[ tagged ; winnie, mintpool ]
[ notes ; sorry for the delay ]