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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:34 pm
Molly obviously had a sharp tongue and a quick mind. Out on your own it was a good thing to have that. Even better to obtain it. Could mean survival for the most part. Though, the remarks towards Hawkpaw were a little bit over the top and they simply made the corner of a maw twitch in irritation. Then again, Adderstrike thought about it. Hawkpaw was always going to have to deal with criticism. Soon she would have to let her anger subside and stay calm to insults. So, in a way this was a learning lesson as well. Letting out a huff, the giant cat moved his gaze to match that of an equally just as tall female. Savannah had still looked good beneath caked mud among other things. Though now, her glossy golden pelt shone. Adderstrike had to keep himself from imagining her in the clan as well, to know another such as himself. Then, ears perked forward at a series of questions. "Windclan yes. One of the five cat clans. The others are Thunderclan, Riverclan, and Shadowclan. And I must of course mention Starclan." The light wind ruffled the fur on his fluffed tail. THe muscles of Adderstrike smoothed and relaxed, as he shifted his fram to sit on his haunches, tail curling. "To explain more, each clan has different levels. There is the leader, deputy, medicine cat, apprentices, queens, kits, and elders." The savannah was feeling more comfortable then he thought he would. Glancing from Molly back to Savannah, he had to laugh a little, purring in amusement indeed. "And no, there aren't any of our breed that reside here besides me. Of course, I don't know about the other clans. Never have seen one at a Gathering." So many questions he had for her. But, the tom was thinking it would be rude. Though, ears flipped back to hear it Skypaw was coming back. It would be good to hear news.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:56 pm
Hawkpaw glared at Molly angrily as she heard the rogue call her sister, a runt. She wanted to claw out the she-cat's pelt for insulting her sister, but turned away not meeting Savannah's gaze even if she wasn't angry with her. "Watch who you are calling Pathetic." She hissed feeling all of the respect she felt for Molly melt away like the snow when it turned to greenleaf. Her red-ish gaze on the rogue angrily knowing that she probably would be scolded for talking out of turn but she didn't take kindly to insults specially from someone she didn't know. "Stop judging other cats because you have a hard time trusting others, fur-ball." She kept her claws sheathed, but felt her claws in her paws eager to come out before looking away once again seeing her sister return.
"Adderstrike!" She called rushing over seeing how angry her sister looked, and moved in front of her, hissing her to stop insulting other cats before looking up at the warrior. "They have to be brought to camp before she makes a decision." She meowed copying the words that Jaystar had said.
((I'll make jaystar soon. also, yes hawkpaw is has a bad temper when insulted.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 8:21 am
Molly's claws unsheathed. "It seems you have trouble keeping your mouth shut. I am your elder by far, and you are pathetic because you cannot realize what is in front of you. You know not of this world, but of your comfortable home life as this idiot beside me does. I bet you don't even understand what your mentor is trying to teach you. I know this one is your mentor, because mentor means teacher--so don't ask how I know." She didn't like dense cats, those who missed the bigger picture. "Only pick fights you know you can win, kit." She snapped, a growl rising from the depths of her throat.
Savannah placed a paw on her friend's back just when Skypaw came fumbling forward. "Ah, it seems I'll get the chance to ask permission after all." She stood, letting her tail smooth the fur on Molly's side, gently. She followed Adderstrike, interested in this Clan. She wasn't suited for the loner life, being alone...She'd have Molly, but she wanted a family. She wanted more friends, and an active social life...Sort of.
"I'm not going." Molly stationed herself right outside the large, worn-looking barn doors.
"Please, Molly? I'm sure we'll be fine. You can trust me on this."
"Hmph." She grumbled to herself, but stuck close to Savannah's rear, eyeing the forest as if she expected a cat to come out at every turn and attack. "If this turns out to be an ambush, I will be happy to say 'I told you so'." She muttered, her eyes scanning the underbrush.
"I'd like it if you tried to ignore my friend's...Er, sharp tongue. She had a...Hard life. But, it isn't my story to tell, and you'll have to ask her if you want to know why she acts the way she does. It's harder to judge when you understand." She directed the whispered comments to Hawkpaw, smiling apologetically as she did. She didn't want her friend to be miserable forever, and perhaps some friendly faces, those she could learn to love and trust, would help her heal and come far away from her troubled past. "In any event," She stood straight again, and blinked at Adderstrike. "You must feel lonely sometimes, when you see cats that are the same, always running about, but yet you are the only one your size. It must be nice having family though. Is your leader kind? How do you hunt, and survive out here? Do you have rules, besides those pertaining to who is higher ranking? You can always ask me something," she quickly added, seeing an inquiring glint remain in his eyes from before the grey-colored kitten had brought news from their leader. "I talk too much, but that might be from having no one to talk to for some time."
"You had me." Molly snapped.
"Ah, but you always told me to shut up because you were too hungry, too tired, too this, too that."
"You're not funny."
"Pardon me, but you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a tail." She grinned back at her friend, trying to cheer her up. She knew how uncomfortable this must be for her, and wanted to show she did care.
"Gee, if ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person alive." She mused, catching on to her game.
"If you had another brain, it would be lonely."
"I see the wheel is spinning, but the hamster looks dead. I've changed my mind--"
"Good, does the new one work better?"
"No, I mean--look. It's out in the open." Molly swallowed slightly, her eyes narrowing into angry slits, seeing nothing but open moor ahead of them. This would leave them very vulnerable.
((Exit to WindClan?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:45 pm
Usual long strides as paws met to and through were divided in half. Steps were shorter then typical and that was simply because the furred massive frame that was Adderstrike was leading a small group back to camp. "Thank you Skypaw." It was obvious one of the two guests would be able to keep up if the tom was to go at his full speed. Though, the wild eyes weren't so clear on the smaller she-cat. Molly surely had muscle beneath her double colored pelt, but could they help run as fast as him or Hawkpaw? Would be a good question, though Adderstrike wasn't fond of the idea of asking or testing it out. The female was already a ball of hormones and negative comments. You shouldn't add wood to an already raging fire. It could cause a forest to be ablaze. No matter. White and blacked tipped ears swiveled to catch the chiming soft voice of Savannah. Adderstrike let himself once again smile. It was unusual for him to smile so much in a matter of an hour or so. "The feeling on loneliness used to hoard my mind like a pack of rats when I was a kit. Consisting I was the largest of them all, I used to get teased quite often. Now it is merely a ghost haunting my memories. The clan is my family and I accept the thought of us all the same." It was clear this large cat was formal for the most part, except when it did come to outsiders of the clan. Understandable. This seemed to be a completely different cat then the vicious and feral seeming cobra feline of before. "Hunting is hunting. Though, while ThunderClan stalks their prey in underbrush, or RiverClan fishes, we WindClan chase our prey. Which would show why we are the quickest of the four Clans." Boasting was all clan cats did about their clans. They were proud creatures. It came with the way of life. "Our friendships within the clan helps with the trust and hunting. And the rules of the warrior code keep us alive and support each other." It surely seemed like the cat was talking a little too much. Hey, Adderstrike was simply asking questions he didn't mind asking. Besides, it was good that they knew what the clan did and how it acted so they wouldn't be so surprised apon entering the territory or camp. "The basics are, 'Defend your Clan at all cost. You may have friendships within other Clans, but your loyalty must lie with your Clan, as a day may come when you meet them in battle.' or 'Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders.'" The two were only few in the long list of the code. Then his talking was cut off as he listened quietly to Molly and Savannah bicker like a elderly mated couple. It was quite entertaining. Then it came the time to step through the bushes that Adderstrike had lead the sisters through.
(to windclan xD whoot)
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:55 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:59 pm
A lean, yet muscular brown tom slipped into the opening of the barn doors of the little farm, seeking shelter and food for the morning before he would depart in the night. He paid no mind to the dapple mares or straw-colored stallion in the barn as the horses whinnied at his sudden appearance. They calmed down almost as soon as they started, settling back into their chewing as they ate. The brown tom found a pile of straw to lay in for a quick catnap.
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