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Post by wyr. on Apr 18, 2009 12:33:02 GMT -7
 ♠ Newleaf had finally come to the world. It's spiraling rays of golden-orange light fell on the ground, rippling through the blades of grass like waves of lapping water on a seashore. It touched the flowers, the crooked trees, and the rocks that protruded from the ground. The sun, a giant sphere of blazing inferno, a passion that could never be matched by any living emotion, gleamed upon the world, turning a smiling face toward every creature below. It's edge was a blur of light, hurting the eyes and blinding the vision momentarily of anyone who stared at it directly. The blue sky was a blanket full of love, wrapping around the Earth with supreme care, careful not to crush its tiny residents in its sea of celestial depths. Clouds floated among it, tinged orange and pink by the orb that floated, suspended by nothing, behind them. No traces of shadow touched the dawning world above, unlike the obscure night, where everything was submerged in darkness and a dark blue hue. No, it was quite unlike that. An opposite, of course. Like silence and jubilant banter. But, something was always the same. The sun and the moon. Different, if you think too hard about it, but charmingly similar, if you just live in the moment. They were both heavenly bodies, way up in the sky. A place no one could get to. A world all its own...
♠ Honeybees swung through the air on tiny appendages, beating their wings in a blur of speed, the diminutive creatures barely visible. The smell of honey was in the air, coming from trees nearby in the woodland. The scent of flowers also coated every breath, their petals spread out now, grabbing at the sunlight with outstretched claws. The atmospheric conditions were actually pretty good. Humid, but not so that it dampened the air to the point of breathing in water. Hot, but not beating the ground. A nice sky with no sign of rain yet. They really didn't need it. The flowers were doing fine with the short sprinkles that had showered through the land, almost completely running the snow out. Still, there were faint traces of the frozen water, but it was melting at a good pace. Soon it would be gone, and there would be moons of healthy heat and clear skies. Then, the trees and floral plants would flourish, thriving off the sun and the morning dew with glee. Everything would be greener than ever after the land was covered in so much snow. Hopefully all of the vegetation had gotten a good drink and were ready to be consumed by the small beasts of the forest, their noses ready to catch the whiff of food.
♠ Which meant plentiful food for all the predators that roamed the currently silent forest. Every carnivore was surely very happy for the swift turn in weather. Prey would only multiply over the next moons, letting them have their share of the end product. However, they did have to compete for their supply of fresh-kill. They had to fight for their right to live, like any other wild animal. But, it seemed their opponents had the upper hand. They were many, gathering themselves into tightly knitted groups. They caught food for each other, making it difficult to track down enough mice or avians. These felines were very organized, or so they used to be as story tells. Now they just made sure enough cats survived to see another day. Never mind their poor kin whom they abandoned purposefully to find another home when they were of no use. That was something to think about... Why even be in the band of cats, if they were only going to be rudely kicked out one day? Maybe they thought they would be allowed to stay. Maybe they thought their fellow mates wouldn't betray them... Hm... no one got to stay forever, though. Not that any of the rival creatures knew of, that is.
♠ The camp of ThunderClan was a silent place during the coming dawn. Not much was happening, and early birds were just creeping out of their dens, blinking their squinted eyes, which lingered with sleep. Some yawned, just registering the fact that today was a new morning and a new beginning. The boulders that made up the camp were gleaming with orange brightness, their forms almost elegant... for rocks. Or at least, they glowed in between the constricting blackberry vines that wove themselves over the stone. The short tree that was the center of all Clan meetings stood just outside the tunnel ways of the camp, looking lonesome and weary as if it had just woken up, too. Felines padded throughout the camp, calling out sleep-ridden greetings to each other. There wasn't much sound besides the quiet mews and the harmonic singing of the birds, floating through the air on beating wings, letting wind ruffle through their feathers. It was morning in the territory of ThunderClan.
♠ Orange fell down on a den, shards on the ground, weaving in and out of the canopy of trees whose branches stretched far out overhead. However, the inside of the den was bathed in shadow by the short strip of shade it gave. In the faint glimmer that entered, the shape of a sleeping creature was formed. There was a steady rise and fall of its side, quickening and slowing in an unnatural way. Obviously, it was dreaming. But, from the way it moved, it looked like a nightmare. This being the best den available and only hosting one cat clearly meant that this was the leader's den. And when the leader was dreaming, you didn't disturb him. Who knew what his mind would tell him? But, only he knew that this was not a dream with celestial meaning. It was simply a nightmare... Blackness all around him, eating at his fur, touching his pelt with icy fingers. He yowled in fury, batting at his oppenent furiously. His paw went right through, and the blackness still came. It came and came until it was lapping at his neck, his entire body vanished from sight in the sea of obscurity. Hissing and scared, he leaped, trying to get away from the grasp. He was tugged back down, slamming into the ground. He saw wisps of the darkness, like smoke, float over him, consuming him completely. Then, there was just blackness.
♠ Smoulderstar's head jolted upward, his blue eyes opening wide. He was panting, cold sweat coating his paw pads. Blinking in the light, he squirmed, trying to understand what was happening. Finally, it dawned on him that he had been asleep and that the blackness meant nothing... Of course, it didn't. It was just a dream. He hadn't gotten any dreams that actually had meaning yet. Hopefully, he wouldn't get any soon. He was too overwhelmed just doing daily tasks, let alone having the knowledge of some terrible event. His fur prickling, he got up, his expressive orbs showing tiredness and fear. Shaking his pelt free of nagging twigs, he attempted to make himself indifferent. And failed badly. Newleaf wasn't the time to show his Clanmates that he was unsure about his position. There was no time to do that. This season was a new beginning, and he didn't want to make it a bad one. Heaving an exhausted sigh, he tried not to think about anything as he left his den and entered the camp. Some cats were prowling about, not all of them awake yet. His pink nose twitched, slightly irritated that he was not the first feline to be up. It was his duty to watch over the Clan, and how could he do that if he was slumbering the time away? He sat, tail around his paws, and began to groom himself. "Get it together..." he muttered quietly, his dream lingering in the caverns of his active mind.
OOC :
how long was the thought? 1314 words
and who was the puppet? smoulderstar
the audience? open
any requests? nope
your level of excitement? pretty high
any ideas? nope
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Post by AUGUST ?! on Apr 20, 2009 14:48:02 GMT -7
THUNDERCLAW.
Dawn, fingertips of rose outstretched, reached for the edge of the sky. She breathed out softly, awakening the birds of morning. Clouds of soft cotton spread out from her arms, leading the way to a promising day. The echo of newleaf was all around. The little prey there was knew it, and so did the plants. Soft fuzzy buds of green popped from the cold arms of trees, and flowers thrust through the leaf litter, opening their wide displays of brilliance. The blue of nighttime slowly seeped from the forest. And as the rustling of dark-seeking creatures indicated they were heading to bed, the accompanying sound of stirring daylight organisms was heard.
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Just outside the blooming entrapment of thorns and rocks, a lone figure sat. His form was still shrouded in the navy wash of night, untouched by pink and rose-petal hues. Green eyes flickering amongst shadows was the only indication of life. Prickles of ice on the edge of his coat could lead one to assume he had been out here a while; certainly long enough for the dew to settle and crystallize. A tail of dark ash twined around his paws, and a frozen carcass of a mouse sat nearby, just waiting to be placed in the fresh-kill pile. As soon as the sun lifted its sleepy head over the reaches of the mountains, the cat lifted his thickset body onto stiff paws. A quick dip of his head, and he was off to the leader's den, mouse in maw.
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Thunderclaw slowed his pace down a notch, allowing for a quick stretch. Claws extended, body pulled to the limit, he made his way over the the slowly greening camp. The dens of boulder reflected the colors of morning, shining with fresh dew. Eying the large rock that led to the leader's den, Thunderclaw bunched his hind legs and sprang, scrabbling on the edge to gain a hold. Peering inside, he saw the shape of his leader move, and heard him mutter something. Shaking his pelt as he padded inside, he meowed a soft greeting to Smoulderstar and dropped the body of the tiny brown mouse near the young tom. Getting right to the point, the gray and white tom meowed, "Who would you like going on the dawn patrol? We also have hunting needs to look to. I've been up since moonhigh thinking up possible combinations." And it was true. Thunderclaw was, as you might think, a morning cat. After being aroused from a slightly nightmarish dream, he had hunted, and though about the Clan's duties. "And there's no prey from last night still there. I caught two birds, but that will hardly suffice for awakening cats." As he twitched his whiskers from an overwhelmed sense of energy, he sat down, trying to calm his over-worked nerves.
word count: 470
mood: rushed
notes: sorry!
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Post by wyr. on Apr 21, 2009 16:56:48 GMT -7
♠ Shards of yellow, orange, and red were scattered across the grassy ground, the blades folding and unfolding in a flash of light, like a sea, ocean water lapping at damp sand. Between the colors, the clearing seemed to look as if a fight had rolled on through, like a Twoleg's monster along a Thunderpath. The red hues that now showered the earth, given off by the sun, up high in the sky, were like puddles of blood in the camp. The orange, white, and yellow were like tufts of fur, cruely slashed off of a rival's pelt. The quiet buzz of insects, floating about the air, were hisses and cries of attacking felines. The glare of the early morning was like StarClan's face shining down on the pouncing and batting warriors, casting faint whiteness down upon them, willing them to stop their ignorant indifference. Of course, that couldn't happen, though... With the new land, came a new afterlife. It surely would be more accurate to say Corrupt was willing them to halt their actions. Like some cats might say, StarClan had abandoned them to the vulnerability of the true, true world. Without help from their anscestors, where would they be in the future...? Corrupt... Barbaric creature with no desire to understand the going on's that surrounded them. To put it in words would to say simply that they would in fact be... Corrupt.
♠ The awakening warriors and apprentices lumbered forth. More and more were emerging from their dens, stretching out their broad, powerful shoulders tiredly. Some eyed the fresh-kill pile wearily, their expressions full of a darkened, skin-deep despair. They had to... do their duties. Oh no! But, none complained. How could they? The life of a warrior was worth hunting to eat. It was better than just being given your food as a dimwitted kittypet. Working for it just made it taste so... good. Not bland as every cat was sure a kittypet's would be. And so, they went about their daily tasks without a word, casting glances at one another in a slightly irritated way, but they did not complain. Not once. The perfect example of the faithful ThunderClan cat. Brave, loyal, tries to keep the peace as best as they can. Or at least, that's what they liked to think. At least, they were so tight-knit that they hadn't been dismantled like the poor RiverClan, almost forgotten by the current generation. And one of these ThunderClan, faithful warriors, whom probably should have held his head a mite higher, was sitting among the normal members. The leader of the Clan of partial do-gooders.
♠ The tom sat quietly. His pelt was a piece of artwork, splattered with different hues of orange, white and black. However, he could not be called a tortoiseshell. He was a male, and he didn't carry their seemingly alluring aura. Not to say that he wasn't handsome with his mid-length fur and sharply curved ears, which settled behind his head comfortably. He had long whiskers that tickled the sides of his well-sized head. His eyes, a deep blue that could not be matched, were focused on his paws, as if, if he stared hard enough, they would disappear completely. If any cat was within several feet of him, they'd hear the thudding of his heart inside his chest, quickening with his breathing. Obviously, there was something on his mind. His expressive orbs showed something no short of puzzlement. A pondering look was entering his face, which had only seconds ago been impassive. He was thinking, thinking about something hard. As hard as he could. The dream he had recently suffered. The nightmare that kept on creeping back, leaching through the corners of his mind to be noticed. It was like a black shadow looming over him, threatening to plunge him into oblivion. Like the dream had, drowning him in blackness. The fur on his shoulders raised, prickling wildly. He glanced upward, his heart beating faster, the pulse making his chest move.
♠ As the tom fretted about his tiring nights, a soul came ever so closer, the sound of paws barely audible. There was a scrabbling sound of claws on rock as the coming creature struggled to gain purchase on the weathered-smooth rock that guarded the leader's den. The multi-colored male blinked, registering the sound for the first time. With little to no effort, he let the dream ebb away from his thoughts as he thundered down into reality. It was almost like magic how his unfortunate ideas left him in the blink of a cat's eye. His gaze that had been rested on the treeline before him fell onto the form of another feline. The robust scent told him it was a tom. He heaved a yawn, realizing it was Thunderclaw, the deputy of his Clan. His Clan... That still bothered him... Twitching his nose, he stared up at his partner, eying him pointedly. Thunderclaw was smart. He had a calculating mind. But, sometimes... he was so stiff. It was always just about the Clan to him. Which was good in some ways. He was loyal. That was something any leader should be grateful for. But, it was hard for Smoulderstar to get him to understand things. Like why he hated his position as Clan leader. Smoulderstar figured Thunderclaw had been practically made for the job. In fact, this orange and black male couldn't wait until the task was lifted from his trembling paws into his deputy's. The Clan would be in a much better place. Or at least, that's what this current leader thought.
♠ Thunderclaw had managed to make his way to the top and was now peering inside Smoulderstar's den. With a quick shake of his pelt, he padded inside, the quiet thuds of his paws calming to the stressed leader. There was a quiet thunk as the carcass of a brown mouse was dropped before the multi-colored tom's paws. He looked down and back up at his deputy, arching an eyebrow. Yes, it wasn't customary to not eat in the morning, but the fresh-kill pile was relatively small today. This mouse would go to someone with a greater need for it. Perhaps a nursing queen. Smoulderstar brushed it away, his expression hard. "Who would you like going on the dawn patrol? We also have hunting needs to look to. I've been up since moonhigh thinking up possible combinations." Of course. Thunderclaw probably had been up since moonhigh. He was always thinking about things, it seemed to Smoulderstar. It had probably frustrated him all night, keeping him awake until now when he could explain possible situations with different cats for the patrol. But, this had to be short and snappy. The sun was rising, and a hunting patrol also had to be organized. The blue-eyed male yawned, flicking two ears.
♠ It was spring. Why was the pile so small? Smoulderstar only knew so because before he went to sleep, he prowled on by it, shocked by its diminutiveness. By now, it was probably much, much smaller. It couldn't be called strange, but it was less than usual for this land. Some cats knew the tale of when they were back in a better forest with StarClan to watch over them and plentiful prey. Now, it was like leaf-fall, not as few as leaf-bare but still relatively small, year-round. This was a time when they needed to break-neck hunt while they could. That way they could at least have full-bellies when they entered leaf-bare once more. The prey was at its best, even though that was simply average for ThunderClan's current territory. Right now, Smoulderstar decided, hunting was more important than patrols. He'd send maybe three cats on patrol then five to hunt in different places around the territory. "And there's no prey from last night still there. I caught two birds, but that will hardly suffice for awakening cats." He blinked, coming back to earth and eyed his deputy. "Good. That's a start for today. I'm thinking we should..." He twitched his whiskers, suddenly becoming nervous. Was he doing the right thing? Unsureness glittered in his blue eyes. He wasn't a leader. He was hardly a deputy in his time. What did that previous leader see in him? "We should send more cats on hunting patrol, rather than the dawn patrol. The borders have been quiet recently." He nodded to assure himself. "Thunderclaw, do you think three would be enough to fend for themselves if there were to be some sort of border scuffle? Or would four be a better figure?"
OOC :
how long was the thought? 1424 words
and who was the puppet? smoulderstar
the audience? thunderclaw
any requests? nah.
your level of excitement? bleeeeeh.
any ideas? sorry, a bit rambly.
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