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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 11, 2006 11:47:01 GMT -5
A vibrant figure padded through the ocean of soupy pine needles. They stretched for as far as the eye could see, and rippled with the foot falls of prey. Whitefire was cursed with snow-white fur. Cursed he was, because in a forest of soft greens and browns, he stood out like a prairie wild fire. He had had to adjust, and learn to rely and on stealth more than speed when hunting. He crouched, shrouded in cool shadows, and he watched a small lump of a mouse nibble on seed. Wait for it.... The helpless creature bent to retrieve more seed, and that was its fatal move. Whitefire sprang forward, cutting through the air like a careening bird and landed, claws gouging his prey. He killed it quickly, with a swipe of his extended claws. Sitting between two large pine trees, the white tom looked around him with flashing blue eyes. He felt his blood stream through his limbs in the exhilaration of the hunt. This is what we fight for. The freedom to live and support ourselves. His whiskers peeled across his face as his muzzle curved into a smile. After he had had his fill, of silence, he picked up the brown mouse in his jaws and brought himself to his feet, and began to pad back to camp, tail pointing sky ward.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 11, 2006 11:52:22 GMT -5
The chorus of birds and other animals alike was everywhere in the energetic forest, the pine trees' branches swaying with the soft wind of today. The sky was an empty blue, the single cloud in sight reflecting in large green eyes. The reflection broke as eyes shifted, paws thudding against the different forest materiels. There was the crackle of pine needles as she stepped beneath the trees, the thump of pawpads and crack of claws as she leapt ontop of a fallen tree, snow white whiskers twitching.
She was still for an entire moment, green eyes reflecting the scenery around her with a graceful curiosity. Large ears were perked forward, listening to the battle of birds that was occurring overhead and yet another conflict between nearby squirrels. A worried look flashed across her face, the fighting reminding her of not only the conflicts between species but also within species.
Her dark body was a flash as she leapt from the wide trunk, muscles taunt and rippling as she leaped over the branches that protruded from the fallen tree. It looked very similar to play, the way her claws dug into the branches sometimes, tail swaying to keep balance. The end of the tree was soon upon her, strong body leaping ontop of a nearby stump and reclining to a sitting position, bright pink tongue smoothing and cleaning her ruffled pelt, green eyes not stopping their movements for a moment.
It was now easy to get a good look at the actual colour of her pelt, which was not the black most assumed. The sun trickling through the branches above rested on her back, showing dark brown hairs instead of black. Her body shifted again, stretched across the bark, head tilted back to watch the life the birds and tiny mammals lived in the trees. She ended her announcement of being here with a yawn, green eyes closing for a well deserved cat nap.
However, it was disturbed much quicker than she had wanted. Green eyes blazed as she heard the sounds of a hunt happening, the forest towards that sound falling silent for a moment. Seconds passed before the smell of blood entered her nostrils, large ears hearing the sounds of paws against the ground. All attention was focused in that direction, a bush blocking her sight of the path but and instinct telling her that the cat would come this way.
Muscles tensed, but otherwise she made no move to prepare herself for any attacks. So there she was, a completely still brown figure ontop of a fallen tree, green eyes seeing all as white whiskers twitched. || Ugh. No muse. Sorry, this post was sortof just rambling. ||[/center]
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 11, 2006 12:17:52 GMT -5
The white blaze brushed against a gnarled tree trunk. He arched his silky back and raked his scent against the helpless pine. Every now and then Whitefire would pause to strengthen the scent boundaries. It couldn't hurt He thought, paralyzed mouse gangling from his muzzle. The overwhelming scent of prey blood soaked his nose and his mouth watered, but he resisted, and continued walking. The camp will be fed first. He distantly wondered what had happened to the rest of his hunting party. They had decided to break up, seeing as the prey was not as plentiful in autumn as in summer. His paws collided with the carpeted forest floor in a muffled rhythm as he snaked through the ancient trunks. Tail quivering, he nearly dropped his catch when he caught sight of the silent feline perched atop the trunk. His blue eyes seem to widen to take in the new cat and his tail frisked his snowy sides as he careful placed the mouse at his feet. "Who are you, and what is you business?" His voice was even, but curious, like the chill wind that billowed through the forest.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 11, 2006 12:21:21 GMT -5
(((ooc: you're talking to the queen of rambling here )))
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Post by Azalea on Jul 11, 2006 12:26:46 GMT -5
The brown cat felt surprise at the white figure, expecting something much different lurking about the forest. She curled her tail around herself, watching him loose grip on the mouse at his first spot of her but quickly saving himself the embaressment. Green eyes took on a blank look as she focused on him, her face showing nothing but polite interest. Ears twitched once as he spoke, his voice reminding her of the wind that was whistling through the pines.
She attempted to meet his eyes as she opened her mouth to speak. "It is only polite to give your own name and state your own buisness before demanding for others," she said softly, her words an enchanting sound. It seemed as though she would be an excellent teller, the way each word she spoke took on a more magical air. Her brown body lifted to a standing position, performing a play bow to stretch along with a yawn. She slowly slid from the trunk, taking a step towards the white cat and his mouse and lowering to his haunches. [/font]
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 11, 2006 20:46:57 GMT -5
The fur that upholstered Whitefire's spine prickled like electricity. He sat as straight as the trees that towered above them and grasped desperately for the elusive sun that fed them life. Claws kneaded at the soft earth on their own accord as he meowed evenly, "Not when I am speaking to a newcomer on my on territory, it isn't." Whitefire refrained from using the word "intruder". He knew nothing about this cat of the shadows. Only that he hadn't seen the she-cat until his nose was nearly in her fur. It silently embarrassed him; made him feel like a kit on his first hunting trip. But this only further interested him in the stranger before him. Was she merely about the blood and flesh at his feet? Or something more? Blue eyes polished the soft light around them as he wrapped his slender tail around his paws.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 11, 2006 21:11:35 GMT -5
The emotion that flickered past her face was almost smug, her green eyes watching his very slight stiffening movements. She had no notion that her constant observance of him may set him at unease, too used to watching everyone stand on edge when she spoke. Her green eyes dulled to an emerald, never turning from her opponent though her head tilted slightly to let the sun's ray fall on her dark fur, the brown of it becoming more obvious. A moment passed, erect at this cat's words.
So, this fellow was a claimer of this land. He seemed different than most clan leaders, with a need to either fight and ask questions later or simply just attacking. Green eyes flashed as she purred her next words, "I don't know which greeting I prefer, the demanding questions or the boast of position. You have cleverly mixed them together though, a feat found impossible by most." Her green eyes watched him carefully, wanting to make sure each word she spoke was taking in and devoured, each reasoning behind every word known. The purrs continued, softer though, as though he usual voice was thunder and rain and this one was of mist, "Since you now have me at a conversational edge, I believe I'm forced to tell you my name. I am Tale, my reason being here is very little other than a small wish to join your clan." [/font][/size]
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 11, 2006 21:21:07 GMT -5
Ah, there it is. He thought, referring to her request. Well, Tale would make a good hunter- ii Whitefire hadn't seen her, the scuttling prey of The Forest of The West certainly wouldn't. In response to her undertone jest, "I try my best. If one does not boast for himself, who will?" Sky mirroring eyes slanted, still on guard. "You wish to join the clan? Well, we will take you, to be sure. We need all the help we can get. You do realize you are stepping into a time of tumult, do you not?" Whitefire had the sneaking suspicion that she did. Then he remembered. "Oh yes. I am Whitefire." His transparent whiskers twitched as he memorized Tale's scent. This was a different cat, most certainly. But Whitefire was feeling a tad reckless and was inclined to trust this feline from no where.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 11, 2006 21:36:26 GMT -5
Tale did not continue or pay mind to this cat's attempt to keep the more amusing conversations within their meeting alive. She had little sense of humor, and if others found delight in her words than it was by a complete accident. Her slender head turned back to him, her large eyes refusing to break the gaze between them. His eye colour was not too unusual, though there was a strange curse that followed cats of an all white pelt and blue fur. Their eyes and hearing often failed them, but it seemed as though the recently introduced Whitefire was unaffected by the odd occurances. Her own white whiskers twitched as she opened her mouth to speak, "I do realize that Whitefire, but it is much easier to deal with the chaos around us with a band of...friends."
Her last word was said uncertainly, large eyes covered for a moment as she blinked.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 12, 2006 15:31:20 GMT -5
At that, Whitefire realized this Tale would give him no trouble. She was just a loner looking for a home. "Would you be interested in joining Cats' Camp, Tale?" His eyes glimmered in the light of the retreating sun. "We could use your skill." Murky grey clouds absorbed the dying sun's rays as they snarled from above. Winter will fill them with snow. Winter was always hard for the cats. Between frozen paws and lack of prey, it was overall not pleasant.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 13, 2006 16:49:27 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed a bit, a flicker of understanding passing Whitefire's eyes just before he questioned her. She didn't know what he realized, but she was quick to assume that it was something about her. Dark brown tail swished once, body rising to full height. Tale looked to the ground, faking thoughtfulness at his offer. But she soon realized that she too was counting all the possibilties, everything that would change if she took up this offer. Loyally, and softly, she replied, her large green eyes on him, "I am willing to join the Cats' Camp." A cold wind shrieked through as she finished her statment, green eyes flashing up to the grey clouds, blocking the light that once warmed her pelt. Tale gave the softest of shudders, winter was beautiful, but looks truly did kill in that season. [/size][/font]
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 16, 2006 12:27:43 GMT -5
Whitefire's fur rippled with the movement of the wind. The wind found a way to weave through the tight-knit leaves that rattle on high and the long trunks of the trees. One of the first things Whitefire had learned about hunting in the pine-dominated forest, was to move with the forest, not against it. He mrrowed, "I'm glad. You will have to train, you know. With the youngsters." His bleached tail flopped in amusement. "But we always have a place for newcomers." His voice was warm, now. This cat, Tale, would soon be his clan mate.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 16, 2006 13:11:14 GMT -5
Tale watched as the wind knocked a variety of pine needles from the trees above them, gracefully sliding out of the way as a few plummeted to where she stood. They fell to the dirt harmlessly, the soft tan needles lying flat against the ground. She let loose a yawn, each and every sharp tooth showing along with her sandpaper tongue. Teeth clicked together as she snapped her mouth shut as Whitefire's words were sounded. Green eyes looked to him, as though attempting to bore into him. Though his voice was showing that he was warming up to her, it took much more for Tale to become friendly. Some mistakened her fierce loyalty for friendship, and it was a grave error. In her kindest of purrs, she told, "I will train with the little ones, but do not think me to learn as slow as them. I pick up things fast." She was left standing, her brown tail low and tip slightly curled in. She looked expectantly to Whitefire, waiting for him to lead the way into the camp.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 16, 2006 14:06:54 GMT -5
Whitefire saw her rise, and recognized her anxiety to get to shelter. He shared it. Storm's coming. Rising to his paws, his spine arced in a glorious stretch and he kneaded the earth with his claws. "But of course, Tale." He clamped his jaws around the limp mouse and mumbled through his prey, "But you'll be surprised at how fast our anxious kits learn." He winked with one of his crystalline blue eyes. Suddenly, the wind direction changed, and Whitefire's body became alert, a new scent reaching his nostrils. He recognized it as Brink, the apprentice of one of the cats that had been on Whitefire's hunting party. The sleek grey tabby stalked forward, amber eyes expanding at the sight of the newcomer. "Who's that?" He asked in awe. Whitefire gave him a playful hello nudge with his nose, and mumbled through his mouthful. "Your new clan mate. Now lead the way home." Still wide-eyed, Brink padded forward and through the trees.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 16, 2006 14:59:27 GMT -5
Tale sniffed an audible disproval of his words, not trying to be humorous but having a sense he might take it that way. However, her snobby sniff brought her a smell of a new cat. Large green eyes looked down at the young cat elegantly, unaware of the 'I can see all' impression that she might leave. Dark brown body rippled as she stretched when she took a step forward, paying no heed to the grey tabby's blunt questioning. She padded after the nameless cat, not giving a second glance to the cats around her but rather memorizing the trees towering above her, the paths beneath her feet and the scents different areas had. So she had a clan. A certain feeling crept up in her, but it was not acceptance, not love, not hope. Rather a fierce and undenying loyalty to this clan.
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