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T H U N D 3 R // C L A N ♥

In the midst of a rocky cavern linchen draped over an opening surface of the decrepit yet adalmantine rock. The closing surface of shadows bathed his body in an assuaging the swelering greenleaf heat. He blinked his amber-bestowed eyes, blinking them open and breathed in a large gulp of the irriguously humid air. His ears tucked into his head as he heard the few cats that rummaged around outside his den. He was the patriarchal of this newly debated clan of Shadow, Wind and River. The night before they had made up with certain concious of the land in the forest of which part suited them best, he had choosen the deep frothways of the forest where his cats could hunt in the brambles and stalky grasses. They could hide under the altitudinous pines, sycamores, maples, and oaks. Many could wash away the heat by resting in these parts as they hurriedly made way to build the place they stayed in as the main part of their territory, a clan camp as he had proposed. He was the oldest of the leaders and his amber eyes still held the powerful youth. Each leader was infact, young and full of eneargy and yet both held a stimulous guidance and powerful voice, withstanding the skills of a leader.

His body was large and each time he gave way to slight movement, muslce rippled under his heavy coating of orange fur. His white paws went on without being tainted by mud or dust that trampled along in the clearing. He let out a vigourous yawn with a large partation of his jaws revealing a heavy line of ivory fangs. It was still a bit far away from sunhigh, or noon, and it was already hot. It was the zenith of summer, and the heat had infatuated the minds of cats and that of the forest and area itself. He discarded another sight and then brought himself to his fourlegs and stretched each long, muscular limb. He brought a paw under his muscle to lick his paw and bring the pawpad over his dirited and muffled fur in its aqueous action. He blinked his amber eyes, and then flicked his tail behind him to make his way out of the denned area. It was newly cut away rock, and yet it seemed to have been erroded by the large jaws of water long before his time. The rocks and dirt had hardened and made forth as a strong den. He dipped his head in self satisfactoin as he brought his head down below his shoulders to make his way under the growing cloth of linchen.

He made his way to the tall stone that was nearby his den and stood before it, rhymatically unsheathing and sheathing his dangerously sharp claws. The rock wasnt smoothe, and more or less aciculated from the many markings he had brought forth to it, but this action he did with his claws had soothed his body and cleared his mind. Amber optics danced over the small amount of cats that he lead. He was somewhat unsure of what to do, the night of the deathly battle still carved its way into his mind and he bit his felined lip, almost breaking the furred skin to have it give way and bleed. What would he do now? His main factor, or purpose was to insure health and wealth upon his clan cats. He was aiding in the unition of the forest-world. Although, he didnt want them to come and attack his clan, how could he insure their safety rather then transplanting brambles and thorns?

He continued to his lick his paw, thinking deeply on the subject as he stood there basking in the morning sunlight. He felt his body heat up rather quickly then he may have liked, but the powerful tom just sat there watching work being done and cats pitching in as if they knew one another their whole life. He was glad so many had come here and bred in the forest and became one with nature to preoccupy ones self like the great cats who used to walk the earth. Leapord, Tiger, and Lion. How he felt like the male lion who took control of his pride, but now Thunderstar knew very well that he had to act more then that of a lion. He may groom around and be like the lion in ways of powerful, courageous and loving. But he was intelligent, and held a certain determination air about him that could wither others with a quick snap.

He could patrol his territory, send all but a few cats to roam around and to continue marking their place of certainy. As much as the newly established warrior code directed that one must not tresspass or hunt on anothers terrain, he wasnt quite certain if cats, like Shadowstar, would abide these rules. A young cat though, faltered in his work, and thus, Thunderstar brought himself up and strode down towards the hard worker. He was having trouble carrying all of the sharp thorns, they were his side and yet he seemed to be hurting himself. "Here young one," he spoke in a light voice, but still it was firm and prideful. The large leader dipped his head and spoke again," A strong warrior can carry the heaviest of all forestry items, but the wisest always knows when and when not to accept help." The young cat nodded and together, leader and clanmate made their way to the bordering entrance which would soon become their hearty barrier, an easy place to defend and a hard place to break through.

Together he took half of the packaging in his mouth, biting them by the stmems and places so that the thorns couldnt cut the inside of his mouth, for the flesh there was soft and sensitive, easy to wound. They walked at a slow, but gradualizing gait, their paws heavy upon the sodden earth. Claws clicked and captured small clots of dirt, but Thunderstar didnt mind. When he had the time the handsome tom would make his way to cleanse himself before a nightly sleep. He ran the warrior code through his head, once they had approved of it he had forced himself to memorize every little bit, and every fifteen sections. He would follow those rules with his life, they were infact, conjouring themselves into his life. Pumping in his veins as a ture warrior, and as a true leader.

But somthing scared him, the last time he had spoken with his starry, "spirited" friends, they had prospered themselves as StarClan was the night of the agruement of whom would unite the clan. He had been rebuncious and far from sober when he spoke up tht night that seemed such a long time ago, when it rather was but two months. It was just the begginning of [July] this month and he was ready to make due with the heat and try to thrive during the drought time. He was sure there would be no harm, the river flowed freely and wide across the ground and would quench any cats' thirst. But his mind snapped when they came forth to the brambles, there he lended a paw by fixing them in as a dangerous place. He blinked his eyes, thoughts were somthing that were freely running through his head but he felt gradually assured by helping out in warrior duties. He bent the brambles around with his claws and teeth, making sure they were all in place. He continued to do this, retarriating the duty with full concentration, he was ensurring protection and his breath quickened in the later process of work, his lungs contracting and uncontracting as he inhaled and exhaled the humid air. The clanmates were grateful for his help, and he also didnt stop until sunhigh. He licked his lips and his throat was dry, he would venture by the river real quick for a quick slurp and then return back to camp.

He bid a quick farewell, saying he would just grab a quick drink and then made his way through the thicket as the trees cooled himself. Now that the sun had made its way to the middle of the sky, the sunlight poured through the openings of trees leaves and stretching branches. They dazzled in an embroidery of dashing green. The marks of sunlight were splotched like the markings on Goldenstar, the leader of LeopardClan from the centuries of old. He blinked his amber eyes and then perked his ears forward to capture the sounds of the running river, and the sweet scent of it as it enticed his lips and throat. His long, thin whiskers twitched as he padded his way over there and finally found out that river wasnt as full as it ussually was and that the dry weather was taking a toll. He placed a paw into the river and let it run over his fur to dampen it and soothe his warm being. Bending his head down he parted his jaws and brought his tounge down to lap up the chilling water, it may have been frightening cold but it cooled his body off. His tounge continued to lap up the water, again and again until he quenched his anhydrous throat. For a while the gentle, destinized leader stood there exonerating all thoughts that had bothered him earlier this morning. The sweet dulcet songs of the neighboring birds, such as mudpies, and pidgeons all was soft and cool as they cooed their wonderful songs.

♥R i V 3 R // C L A N

In the reeding overflow of the RiverClan camp was a gracing of the constant unfoldment of the beautiful bounty of water. The morning sunlight drifted upon the clear waters, as they sparkled and sheemed with wonderous light, catching the colorful pebbles as they were carried by the aqueous current. The aboringe clan of the inundated territory, was the clan that held the same characteristics as the flowing water itself. They were a figure of beauty with sheeming and healthy coats, they held the strength like the fastest current, for water is one of the greastest devistations to the world they lived in, and yet, only when it works together in one movement. Then they hold a certain appetizing brillance, of talent that winds together as a well-rounded feline of the forest, to be underestimated would cause in default or obseletion. Not all cats are as rugged or stubborn as their fine leader, and yet, they strive under his leadership no matter how tyrannic he may be, for he cared least about the other clans and seeked to have a striving amount of territory and wealth under his majestic paws.

A young warrior, a she-cat, blinked upon her lustful green eyes as she awoke from her slumber the night before. She was taken-aback by how the heat had reached into the cool depths of the warrior den and she piddied herself on how she couldnt grasp why this calescent summer could be so full of heat. She pushed the thought aside though and brought herself to her paws. There was only one warrior still in the remarks of the den and she felt a surge of guilt overflow her chest and she breathed in heavily. The young she-cat should have been out and aiding in the events of clan duties, she had just become that of a warrior due to her age and size, but she wanted to fufill her position with the most effort she held within her massive body. She was a strong and muscular feline for being that of a female, but this didnt make her feel all the less bit bad of herself, that ment she could do the strongest of hardest duties and that is what this blossoming, boyish, verdant warrior was to do.

When she left the den behind her with a quick flick of her long tail she held a satisfying and confident grin upon her snout and strode forward the the many workers of the small clan. She blinked her spring green eyes and looked over to one of the warriors who seemed to be in another world, for his concentration was at such a high point that she was afraid to walk over and speak with him. With twitching whiskers she thought on the subject of manner and gazed around. Everyone was doing somthing, pitching in and lending a paw as this immature and unfledged feline sat there on her haunches looking utterly bewildered and inside she felt abashed. There was notihng that she could truly do though, thinking thoughts like these in her vague mind. She then decided on somthing to do. ' I'll just get out of work, there's really nothing I can do...' She thought to herself with a smirk and continued: ' and I could as to very well search for some more treasuries!' It was decided and she quickly whisked her way through the dusty reeds and clamper of the working clanmates as she skimpered about in a silent fashion, making her way down to the river at a gainly gait. She was quickly put into an ardent-like mood. For she was passionate for the river and its beauty, strenghth, and all as well entertainment. She could swim in it, oh how cooling the water would feel as the river lapped at her legs and languished her body in a feverent attire of relaxation. And what wonders the river hid, beneath the surface lay an abundant amount of fish, but she would not eat them until caught enough for the other members. This was a part of how she would help, if caught. She blundered her way down the bank as she spotted the river. Eager to fish not but for the prey, but fish for the many sparkly pebbles that were smooth and caught the light in a mezmorizing trance of wonder. How this young she-cat was possessed with awe in this show.

Making her way down in a quick, slitering motion she bounced from the bank to leap upon the rocks with one bounding stretch of her long, thick-furred limbs. She happily landed with ease and flicked her tail back in forth with growing excitement. Her heavy gray fur and lined with black stripes seemed to puff and make her all the larger. Licking her tounge as she spotted a fish she lowered her body to the boulder as her underbelly carrased its smooth surface. As the orange prey wiggled its body in a swimming fashion she prepared her foreleg to snatch it up. Claws unsheathed and when the moment was right she brought her paw down and scooped it up. It wiggled and faltered in her clapse but she was all the more joyful, and brought it to the bank again, having it be far away, so it wouldnt jump back in. She had learned, in earlier days, [or only a month] that a fish had preservation and wouldnt loose its life without a fight, and had lost two of her kill because of her clumsiness. But now after catching one or two more peices of raw meat she happily made her way to wade in the river; Treasure hunting.

This heavy she-cat though, was more or less of a picky gather of fine materials, and took this event with a certain seriousness that no one cloud place their claw on. She was to a point so obsorbed in her work that if there was a battle raging on between two clans, she still wouldnt have noticed. The cooling waters sent a tremor of happiness through her body as she caught the large engaing trees of the forest standing on the opposite side, guarding the watery glade. But she payed no attention to the forest and how one couldnt see the lushes event of the night sky like you could in RiverClan, and the veiw was probably undoubtedly bettter in WindClan, but the sky may be hazed with darkness and shadow in ShadowClan as the trees blocked ThunderClan. She sighed to herself in the memories she had endorsed earlier in the beginning days of the forest. She then brought her full attention to the slightly rippling water. The current this day was slower then usual, but she payed now mind to it. She had caught three fish and they were piled beside one another on the bank, the excuse still thick in her mind. But if any cat knew her blatently well, then they would understand she what she was truly doing. She was precise in collecting, and she prodded with her paw the underdoings of the river. Some dirt hazed her veiw and she would slowly manuver around that section to spot somthing else that could catch her light blue eyes. Finally she spotted a glimmering rock of claret, a rare find and she dove in to graspe it gently with her jaws. She didnt want to knick it, or worsen the erosion of the river but it may have been that, that had made it so round like that of a large, red cateye. Gleefully she rangled up and waded in the water to the riverside to place it gently there to have a better look. Sometimes the water could decieve her mind, and she wanted to make sure this was just the thing she had thought it to be. And boy howdy was it. It was redder then it had been in the water and she smiled and placed a sheathed paw on it and breathed on it to dry it and remove the mud that clung to its surface. Happily she left it there to discover more finds.

She was so influenced in her work that she hadnt even caught the scent of a ThunderClan cat far off, and in fact it was the leader who was taking a drink. She didnt notice, or hear his tounge lapping the cooling waters but really she wouldnt have cared either way or taken action. Some cats may have been hostile towards him saying that if he crossed the bank he would be in a great amount of trouble, and attacked with fleeting action. Yet, he was leader, and out of the leaders knew that part of the warrior code very well. But she was nonchalant about the whole thing and continued prying and peering at rocks. Startled by toads or frogs a couple of times, and scaring or catching fish here and there. How much fun she was having, and felt gay with such finds. A rarer thought was somthing with fossils in it, and even that of a blueish, green rock that curved inward like a cresent moon and was just as sharp. There was even a marron embelished rock that had a sheer shine to it, and would deffinitly catch the light that peered through the warrior den perfectly!

Her bossom wriggled and as she poked fun at the tadpoles, how ugly and odd they looked but then somthing beautiful and untamed caught her eye. She stared it hard and good, squinting her bright saphire eyes to see it better, for it was vague and looked untouched. It was a clear item, and she had never seen a clear item before and happily she unsheated her claws and poked at it, to make sure it was solid. It was. " What do we have here?" She chirped joyously and her mewl came out in a playful melody as she parted her immature jaws and clamped upon the clear substance. Yet, she quickly recoiled and dropped the find. It hit the water with a "sploosh" and it didnt come back clear, but hit the water stained with a bright crimson color. Blood flower fluently in the young warriors mouth and she stood there dumbfounded like a dog, as the blood continued to gush. She shook her head widly, the "rock" had been so sharp and had sliced the inside of her mouth like a kittens flesh. She rinsed herself by taking large gulps of water. There was nothing anyone could do for a cut mouth and she felt remorse with anger. Quickly she leaped out of the waters, continuing to spit blood.

" I'll tell them a fish cut me with its spikes," she decided. Some fish did have spikes around them, and they were hard to catch. It was a lie well matched and she took the dead fish in her jaws, to place them in the clearing of the clan camp, atop of the broken stems of reeds where all the catch lay. The fish weren't exactly fresh, but anyone hungry enough would gorge them down without notice. She headed back with head high and tail as a ditto, she would continously spit the blood from her mouth trying not to splatter them on her kill. She planned out that once she had done so, she would place the aquatic meat in its rightful place, she would once again clamber down to the riverside to get her devine treasures.

|| ooc; two down, two to go... -__-" ||

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W i N D // C L A N

There he stood, tall and handsome as his creme and brown fur was whipped by the tenacious winds of the moory hills. He stood there, blazing emerald eyes embelishing the tall plains of storks of grasses and shrouding bushes blazing their summery ripe green. He stood there, smile planted on his felinic lips and ears perked forward to catch the many sounds of the moor and of which it carried the pugent scent of shadowclan, but it was every so faint and he let it go unnoticed. His duties wrangled and tempered with his mind, for it wasnt just the task of a mere engagement of leader and deputy, this rank was more greater then that. He closed his eyes as he recollected the memories he had spent with the wiry brown she-cat that had caught his attention since day one, and he shook himself fur rippling along his pelt in embelishment of spotting a small hopping black rabbit, muching at the undergrowth of the hilly moor.

His body arched and then crept forward from where he stood, his pawsteps were light as me gradually made his way over to where his prey munched with a mumbled chin, cheeks pouched and stalks of grass hanging in shards in the grasp of tiny herbivored teeth, grashing down on the un-appetizing substance. Gorsefur moved with a pure stealth, his body fluenent and preparing to deprive the creature of his life with a slash of his unsheathed jaws. There he lowered his lithe body to the ground, he was a thin feline but that only helped him more for of which he lived. Speed and cunning backed him up if this hunt resulted in a failure, but he was positive that he would not fail this simple task of chase and catch. As he watched the rabbit with peircing eyes, they burned into the food, burning with a green essence that could scare someone silly with a simple graze of his cateyes. His muscles preapared to baunch together, and tensed all the while. His huanches highered themselves in the grass revealing his back for the tall grasses had provided him an invisible stealth as his fur blended in with the natural coloring of his home. Then he took a soft, pawstep forward. Whiskers twitched with excitement and his heart beat upon his chest, for a moment or more he didnt breathe. His breath had been caught in his throat and struggled to go down or move outward from his jaws. He was embraced in the feeling of bringing down a peice of prey, and he retraced what would happen. This rabbit would feed at least one hungry belly and could easily provide more, if equally shared. When the rabbit dipped his head down to reprieve the grass and vegitation from the earth he sprang.

Of course, with the eyes the black-furred creature held it too ran forward, paws scraped its back and claws nipped its fur, his claws were intangled in its tufts of fur. He moved with a bending back to chase after him, his breathing had returned to noramal and came out in large breaths. He had learned that if you breathe from the chest and breathe in fully, then he was insured a larger endurance. Now, he acted serious and his limbs stretched far and wide across the hilled grounds, covering more ground in every second that he heaved his figure across the lands. The rabbit this time, was feircely fast, but Gorsefur held the position of second fastest cat in WindClan and this motion proved it. He edged himself into the side of the rabbit, his eyes and mind deciphering where the rabbit would turn if he chased it in a certain direction, in all means... he could control where and how the rabbit moved. His intellect aided him when hunting and he used this power now. By edging to the left side, the rabbit would begin to make hismelf come forth to the right, but ahead there was a dip in the gorge that no cat had ever leaped... even if cats alike boasted if they had done so... it was physically impossible.

The rabbit knew this as well, and in his mind Gorsefur detected that it would think of turning around, and that's what it did. As they neared the gorge, the rabbit made its way around and judging it, the deputy pushed his paws into the ground and made a perfuntory based pivot underpaw, and the instantaneous action and made him meet with the rabbit and his with limbs extended and claws unsheathed, they caught the afternoon light and glinted in the eyes of whomever had endured the sight with their eyes. He grasped first fur, then gravity threw him forward and his claws tore skin and dug deeper into the flesh. Predator and prey tumbled, but Gorsefur emitted on top and quickly slashed at the throat of the rabbit. A flow of liquid claret spilled from the gash, musting and staining his light creme tabby paws. He smiled a scene of triumph and licked his jaws, making a slight clicking tounge as tounge pressered tooth, and tooth met with tooth in the process.

A wind again blew, buffeting his fur and burning his eyes as they ripped away the water in them. He took in a deep breath, trying to calmn his lungs down. It had been a long run, but by his breathes being deep and timed his endurance had stirved longer, and he became an everlasting hunter of these hillands. Maybe, if he showed these skills before Windstar she would set eye on him and acknowledge his presence as a fine, handsome warrior. He snickered at the thought and pushed it from his very mind, a process of bringing the prey back to camp was now his subject, as much as Windstar had stolen his heart. Bending his neck and head, he parted his jaws to reveal his tapered, ivory fangs. As the tasteful flesh had made contact with his tastebuds he smiled an execrable smile, but he knew that he must bring this plump rabbit to the cats at home who needed it far more then him. In the depths of his mind he whispered a silence thank to StarClan in aiding him in the hunt and letting him provide
this meal.

He made his way over the hillands at a leisure gait, his limbs still a tad weary from the whole run and he stopped for a moment of pause. Half was due to his loss of breath and he needed to regain it, and then the other was to admire the precious beauty that he got to recall every day he went out to venture in a hunt and clear his mind that held many a thought. He blinked his emerald eyes and then watched with an innocence that could capture a moment unlike an another. The flowered meadows gave way to seeds that were swept by the many winds, they were carried on the current and danced like small faires or like silverpelt, and yet this was occuring by day. They were an elegant figure, and were upheaved as somthing enticing. The afternoon sun was now burning high into the sky and bringing forth another beating of har heat, as they glowered on the seeds as they passed relevantly in the air. They all held a corse of grey and white, mixing with another as they tumbled tersely to being life elsewhere for if one was planted nearby the mother plant, or that of another flower then they would silently take away the essence of life, killing that flower. Their roots would connect and suck the water into their veins. It is all a matter of survival, but if such another thing dies, then that population gradually becomes less and less. They couldnt work together, and in the end it would be because of one anothers fault that they become extinct. That was a plus to WindClan, and the plants that thrived on the moor. The winds carried seeds like feathers to let them grow in fertile lands where they can equally get there share of water and sunlight. But he ordered himself to return to camp immediatley. " You can't stop for such nonsense," he mewed under his breath as the fur mumbled his voice. And there the creme, brown tom made his way down to stride into the unguarded camp.

He was a tad worried about what to do. There wasnt any material to really protect them from a raid if any occured, there was infact a high chance that someone could get through there weak deafenses. It was penetrable, but no clan cat would give that piece to another, it would be as if they were writting their death and engaging an early meeting with StarClan themselves! He shook his head at the idea, and easily made his way through the tall grasses. Once inside and passing through the "barrier" he made his way across the clan camp and his green eyes scampered along the camp, there were many cats ussually gabbing and speaking to one another in a custom that had been named as: Sharing Tounges. He wondered if sharing tounges would be appropiate to endure with Windstar, but he would not pursue the matter. He was the deputy, he had a duty to fufill every moment of the day and that he was instrutcted upon himself to complete. He parted his jaws to relieve himself of his catch and lashed his tail upon the dusty ground, now what was he to do?

S H A D o W // C L A N

Admist it all there wasnt much sound coming from the hollow grounds of the misfourtaned territory the clan this calico tom was reduced to. His paws and underbelly were wet and slicked with mud, staining the white that fur that had come to grow there. His head felt heavy upon the shoulders, as if he were carrying a large amount of weight. He was displeased in the fact he was here, and thought about how he had lived alone, and yet now he had been found by the sarcasticly determined black she cat that had come to be the leader of this new style of life. He lay there under the shadows of a tall pine, as their bristles poked through in a ravishing dark green and large pine cones dipping at the side, growing crispy and old. He felt himself breathe in and breathe out heavily, he had lay there since morning, not wanting to work at all in any point of matter, just lay here... quiet and serene throughout the day.

His pelt was darling in the way of his world, besides the fact that he was a much older and larger cat then the rest in the clan. He had a deep roon of brown mixing with clumps of ebony black and white. Yes, he was a heavy cat, but that wasnt the reason he didnt attend warrior duties, besides the fact that he been submitted for that duty and must abide to follow the code presented. It was that he rather study the needles bristly from the evergreen in the summer sun as he bathed in the shadows of the enticing late morning. Winds that blew over here were but small shards from WindClan territory. Here, there were no hills, lumps or areas of an irrelevent place in the land. The earth was flat, and the grass were tall. There emerald ponderous stature bashed the haven sky. Here the sky seem cloudier, or a simple dark haze had drifted upon the territory. Shadowstar had taken it as a sign of darkness that here they can stalk creatures in the shadows... but this calico tom didnt want that. He was more of the lumpen of the Clan, no one really came to greet him and pecker at his fur to cleanse him and share tounges. No, this tom was more of a sidewalker, an observer if you must, his mind reaching farther intelligence above all others. Nobody knew this though, for nobody asked. Besides, all cats thought intelligence came from the use of cunning strategie in battle. But Pebbleheart, the name given to this clanmember, wasnt one who could easily unsheath his claws to rip anothers life from them in cold blood, because of a simple tresspass. He would rather just tend to the cats who needed help, rather then help them attack and kill.

Pebbleheart had a secret, a secret beyond all other secrets. It was held in the depths of his mind. Sometimes, he just wanted to run away and follow a new path that no one else could follow but him. He wanted to walk alone, and yet being with company wasnt bad after a while, yet this path he wasnt told what to do and told that he must kill another cat because of a treachery he had proposed. He was a more of a cultivated, mellow, meek, and lenient figure. His secret, was that he did not want to be a warrior. He would rather spend his days in the fields and wander through the many trails of flowers. Now this may seem efeminated of him, but gradually it was not. His eyes caught the figure of beauty in a she-cat and could very well drool over it if not careful. He was enticed by their figure, there scent and when squished the liquid substance they would produce and stick to his tri-patterened coat. It was if they were it as ichour had been spilled from the jabbed wound of his claw. Then there was the many other items he had discovered or upturned, roots and certain smeels that maybe could aid somebody with a wound. Sometimes he would chew on these plants, he discovered yarrow made him belch and some soothed his stomach if he had ate too much -somthing he tends to do.

So, as the felines spoke with one another, transpiring licks, he just lay there curled up byhimself with a pinecone under his paw studying it with his golden optics wondering, that maybe, just maybe it could come in handy some day. The way it was shaped and the many shards that ailed its body and protced the seeds held inside. He could pry them and break them as a bird could not. Maybe the seeds could effect him like poppy, he didnt know but he could as to very well find out... it was knowledge that made you strong. " Yes... but that wont help me here," he mumbled ungratefully and continued on in hidden in the depths of the evergreen tree.