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Post by Jeopardy on Jul 2, 2012 10:05:43 GMT -5
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Sleep was troubling, and so was the waking world. Disturbed in the night by dreams of the flood, pouring in and drowning the life that not only he, but his whole Clan knew and loved until it choked in the water grasp. In the waking world he was troubled by the threat ShadowClan posed on them for as long as they shared territory. They might be learning this territory well enough, but ShadowClan still possessed the knowledge on how to use it to the best of their dark, sneaky abilities. Coalheart with every day was starting to realize how each of the territories was shaped to the style of the individual Clan - or hoe they had shaped themselves to best meet the demands of their territory.
He thought about how the deputy, now leader of ShadowClan, had dared to blame them for the death of their leader. Like they would ever do such a thing! the tom grunted, getting to his paws and walked to the fresh-kill pile, gazing down at the morsels that it offered him and his Clan. His eyes roamed he pile of lizards, frogs, and the rarity of a mouse or bird here and there. It was moments like this that he missed the birds and mice that had roamed their territory like overgrown weeds. More, he suspected, had come into this territory since the flooding, but hell it still wasn't enough to satisfy him. He grabbed a frog from the pile, deciding others deserved the good prey more, and walked to a patch of shadows to lay down and start eating his morning food.
His mind wandered back to the confrontation with the other Clam and he sighed. He had thought it would've been in their best interest just to leave territory altogether and find something for themselves, even if it wasn't a forest rich with prey they loved - but just something to call their own. He despised ShadowClan and everything they mean. They were nothing but filthy, mouse-brained, back-stabbers that deserved to have been the ones flooded out from their territory. They were known for their crimes, but whatever had ThunderClan done to deserve this? Why were they the ones, along with RiverClan, being punished?
The tom, fed up, shook his head and finished off the frog and buried the remains, saying thanks to StarClan for the little animal's barely filling life.
Behold, for I approach. {action}
"Hark, and allow my lyrics to flow into your ears." {speech}
I am my own prison, closing the cell doors of my mind. {thought}
Word Count | 398
Muse | 6/10
OOC | For Mintpool
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Post by winnie on Jul 6, 2012 10:23:17 GMT -5
[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 little slit of sunlight that leaked into the warriors' den was enough to wake mintpool. she groggily sat up, glancing around at her few clanmates that were still fast asleep. they must have gone on the dawn patrol, as it was much past time to get up. mintpool hurriedly shook the dirt from her pelt and slipped out of the den, greeted by the overwhelming scent of pine and marsh.
the she-cat seemed to slump as she made her way to the fresh-kill pile. what she wouldn't give up to be back her in home territory, to be surrounded by the fresh scent of the undergrowth and the comfort of the tall oak trees. instead, she was stuck in the gloomy territory of shadowclan, the looming pine trees that seemed to close in on her every step she took.
mintpool shook her head of these negative thoughts; ever since she came here, her mood seemed to drop. partly because of the territory's rather dull atmosphere, and because she lost her mother in the raging flood that overtook her home. she let out a small sigh. the fresh-kill pile was running low and mintpool picked a tiny mouse from the bottom to satisfy her.
the pretty feline stood up and glanced around. she would've missed coaltail sitting in the shadows, but with his mostly white pelt he was easy to spot. mintpool felt her fur grow hot and she suddenly seemed nervous and flustered. she had now idea what it was about this tom, whom she barely knew, that made her act so crazy.
mintpool, with her small mouse clamped in her jaws, padded slowly to the tom's side. she blinked, gathered her words together, and softly mewed, "mi i join?" mintpool realized her mouse was still in her jaw and her request was barely audible. she mentally shook off her rising embarassment and set her mouse on the ground. "sorry, mind if i join you coaltail?" she asked once again, her thoughts whirling as she waited for his reply. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=padding: 10px; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: #8f8f8f; width: 80px;]✾
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[style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; margin-top: -110px;]tagged with you, dear jeo. sorry if it's a bit short![/style][/style] | [atrb=vAlign,bottom][style=margin-left: -2px; margin-bottom: -15px;][style=border-top: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-right: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-bottom: 1px #8f8f8f dashed; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; height: 100px; width: 100px;][/style][style=margin-top: -101px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; BACKGROUND-IMAGE: URL('http://i.imgur.com/CFi1w.jpg');][/style][/style]
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