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Post by * CAMTIT ! on Mar 30, 2012 14:37:11 GMT -8
MAYBE I SHOULD HOLD MY TONGUE ,
AND DO MY BEST TO LIVE WITH THE STRESS THAT'S MOUNTING glancing around, all gorseclaw could find were the sullen faces of his clanmates, grieving for the cats lost to the twolegs who had begun trapping them. gorseclaw himself didn't feel much sadness; he knew to stay away from carrionplace and he knew not to investigate without anyone else around. though gorseclaw was one of the more concentrated and intelligent warriors, others were less fortunate. shadowclan was falling prey to the pink, hairless paws of the twolegs, and it wouldn't be stopped until they could get rid of the death traps laid out for them. some where hard with mesh; the dark tabby had seen them before, shrouded by leaves and branches with a sweet-smelling food inside to draw the cats in. no matter how hungry, gorseclaw knew to stay away. other traps were cold and edged with huge silver teeth. gorseclaw's eyes narrowed as he remembered the last cat to fall into that trap, runningnight. the teeth had pierced through his entire body, it was only a bit of his lean muscle that kept him from being entirely severed. it was a gruesome sight to say the least. all shadowclan cats were ordered to stay within camp unless they had a party with them, but gorseclaw had unwittingly slipped away. he couldn't stand to be around the soft, grieving faces anymore.
pines rustled in the breeze, creating an even more eerie feeling than what had already gripped the territory in a dark, icy claw. the sky was a stretch of pitch fur, dappled with millions of fireflies millions of lightyears away. could those stars who shine so bright really be the souls of the dead ancestors of cats who had lived before him? some thought. he thought, whiskers twitching. the broad-shouldered feline padded leisurely through the undergrowth, his bright amber eyes carefully picking the empty space in front of him for anything misplaced, anything out of the ordinary. nothing piqued his interest, however a mouse darted out of its burrow. an unfortunate move for the small critter. gorseclaw made quick work of his prey and soon the limp body was dangling from his jaws. it wasn't long before the bones were picked clean and gorseclaw was running a small pink tongue over his maw, his tail curling in satisfaction. the night was cold, and the mouse had warmed his bones.
gorseclaw decidedly nestled into the roots of an old, leafless tree, his ears perked and alert for any sort of intruder, anyone who dared to disturb the handsome tabby's sleep. but then again, who would be lurking in the shadows of his clan's territory, let alone in the heart of the thick evergreen forest that he had called home? the action would be stupid and instantly would they regret making such a daring move, gorseclaw was no cat to mess with. stretching his hind legs, the tabby closed a pair of piercing amber eyes and allowed himself to fall into a lull.
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Post by ruth on Apr 11, 2012 13:47:46 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] whitewing ( WORDS ) 557 ( TAGGED ) GORSECLAW ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Whitewing, whenever she hunted, would always be sure to keep her eye out on the two-leg traps. She wanted to know how to avoid these traps and what they did to cats. And the only way to do that was to keep going out and seek them out. Was this dangerous? Of course, but Whitewing was never one to really keep herself still. She needed to know about the enemy to be able to avoid them. Told to be wary of the territory? No thank you - Whitewing was confident in herself. Ever since she started to hear about the disappearances of her Clan-mates, she knew she needed to investigate. Wanting to survive was natural, so Whitewing felt it was completely acceptable to leave and do her own thing while trying to work out the traps.
But usually during the day if she hunted, it would be with others. There was no problem with that, but Whitewing enjoyed hunting by herself to concentrate. And also many would warn her off from going near the traps when she spotted them, and even then when they weren’t near the traps, if they heard a two leg yowl they would get far too scared to continue and return to the camp with whatever prey they had in their mouths, even if it was a meagre mouse.
The afternoon was spent lying in her den. Surprisingly, Whitewing had spent most of her day patrolling and hunting. All her duties had been completed, and by evening she had nothing to do, but however was completely awake. Knowing that it was a good time to head out, Whitewing glanced around the camp, watching morose Clan-mates gather together after eating. Not interested in letting the shroud of emotion get over her, she left through the brambles, padding through the territory silently. Her eyes scanned the land ahead of her, Whitewing’s tail swayed until she passed by some bushes, not allowing her tail to give away her position. But she was in no mood for hunting prey, not yet.
She slowed to a halt, seeing the moon shining down through some pine trees. It was easy to see your way around here with the moonlight and the scarcity of trees. Her white paws were getting muddy, but she slowed to a halt when she caught something. An odd cluster of leaves. Ears swivelling, she heard nothing. She crept closer to the huddled bunch before looking around, seeing a stone. With one swift flick of her tail, the stone was sent flying into the leaves - and the twoleg trap snapped it’s jaws. She visibly jumped at the sound, claws digging into the ground as she readied herself for anything that could happen. However the only reaction was from the birds in the trees, which flew away with caws of disapproval. Her dark eyes stayed on the trap for a moment before moving on, slim body slinking away from the scene.
She managed to get quite far, unknowingly a fox-length away from Gorseclaw, until she managed to step on a twig. Of course she had been careless about where she was going, but the sound made her freeze, her mind snapping back to the two-leg traps. But nothing happened, and she scanned the area around her for clues of prey or anything out of the ordinary. yay gorseclaw~ |
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Post by * CAMTIT ! on Apr 12, 2012 13:15:23 GMT -8
gorseclaw's dreams were always close to nothing. any dream that he could actually recall was usually just him wandering through the territory or hunting for prey. this dream was different, however, as gorseclaw found himself tracking something. the name of the scent was just on his tongue, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember what to call it. the massive tabby followed the trail silently, amber eyes never straying from their path. The occasional flick of his ears and a twitch of his tail were the only movements he made aside from his liquid paws, which moved gracefully through the marshy terrain. a snap crackled behind him and the tom whirled around, eyes narrowed.
gorseclaw's eyes shot open and the amber pools hosted tiny black slits, the tom stood up and quickly dove into a clump of ferns, eyes peering precautiously from under the fronds. gorseclaw tested the air and found no enemy scents, but what he did find was a scent that he couldn't put a name to. he really ought to know these things, considering they were all in the same clan. finally pinpointing her location, the tom weaved his way out of the undergrowth and appeared in front of her, his amber eyes gleaming. "whitewing, what are you doing out so late? couldn't sleep?" he meowed, tail curling.
-omg sorry its short but im in a HURRY!!!!!1!! =licks=
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Post by ruth on Apr 12, 2012 15:04:51 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] whitewing ( WORDS ) 247 ( TAGGED ) GORSECLAW ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Her figure relaxed when Gorseclaw appeared in front of her. Of course she knew of this tom. One of the fiercest warriors of ShadowClan. He was definitely a loyal cat and someone that she admired greatly. Whitewing never really exclaimed it however, feeling no need to. She wasn’t too sure, but surely his ego didn’t need it. No cat really did. Even Whitewing didn’t like cats complimenting her left and right. Who needed all that attention? Then again, maybe Gorseclaw liked that sort of thing. Either way, liking it or not, Whitewing never really gave into it. Not for him, not for anyone. But, even still, she would inwardly appreciate his strength.
“Not really, no.” she answered, glancing around. No dangers to be heard or seen, including animals and traps. She looked back at him, finding herself sitting comfortably in the marshy ground, “Is it the same to you?”
Generally Whitewing didn’t enjoy conversation, but Gorseclaw seemed to be in the right mood for her to put up with it. Quiet, serious. It was a change to what Whitewing was seeing around ShadowClan and to what hung around her, unfortunately. Her thoughts went to Swiftrain in that case, but promptly forgot about the she-cat. Whitewing wasn’t in the mood to contemplate Swiftrain’s personality and actions. She was here, heaving a rather pleasant conversation with Gorseclaw. The cat may be younger than her, but it was only by ten or fifteen moons. That was hardly a big difference. THAT'S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH EXCUSE DAMN IT |
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Post by * CAMTIT ! on Apr 13, 2012 8:19:29 GMT -8
gorseclaw merely shrugged, all feelings of uneasiness evaporating from his spine. with a flick of his tail, the tabby opened his maw to speak, amber eyes concentrated hard on the smooth outlines of the she-cat's face. "it's not really that i couldn't sleep, i just didn't want to lay around camp anymore. i figured i better scope everything out out here to make sure it's all alright." gorseclaw was no deputy and he certainly wasn't a leader, but he couldn't stand by and watch his clanmates be plucked away one by one.
allowing a small breath of air to escape his chest, gorseclaw blinked a pair of narrowed eyes at whitewing, his whiskers twitching. "since i've got nothing to do and you probably won't catch a wink of sleep out here, how about we check for traps together? we can mark any that we find and if you get caught i'll be sure to rescue you." he meowed, winking lightly at her. "no twoleg in their right mind would mess with a shadowclan warrior while i'm around." he smiled a wolfish grin, claws flexing playfully. "of course, that doesn't mean we can just go tramping about. you still have to be careful." he warned, though he was sure she was well aware. nothing wrong with reminding a cat, was there? gorseclaw decided that whether she was willing to come or not, he was going to get a move on. brushing past her, the massive tabby tom strode forward a few paces before pausing to look back. "coming?"
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