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Post by Wazo on Oct 7, 2008 13:39:49 GMT -5
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Beestripe said softly. "I don't know if the clans could survive another move," he added, remembering how shaken up the clans were initially and how long it had taken to finally settle down and begin to build back up to their former glory.
As those words died from his lips, the silence was filled with an eerie tension, his strained ears picking up the hushed sound of additional breath, and his fur stood on end as two pairs of eyes watched them in silence. Mouse dung! he cursed inwardly as his nose picked up the tale-tell sign of foreign scent, so different from any of the clans. He wondered how long they had been watching and what they had heard.
Now how best to encounter them? Demanding that they show themselves would be at best perceived as incredibly arrogant and Beestripe had no intention to start a fight, nor did he want to put Goldenwing in harm's way. Nor did he want to put on a display of weakness in front of these strange Druids. Any culture would see weakness as an excuse to attack, it would be tempting surely to teach the clanners a lesson. Still, not calling attention to it would portray them as foolish at not being able to sense other cats, and Beestripe would be ignorant to believe they hadn't seen his silent exclaimation.
"Hello?" he called out in a clear strong voice, mouthing "druids" to Goldenwing as he continued. "I'm Beestripe of RavineClan and this is Goldenwing. We are just patrolling the borders and mean you no harm," he added, his hazel eyes gazing intently where the scent was coming from, wondering if they would choose to show themselves. |
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Post by Raven-chan on Oct 17, 2008 17:42:58 GMT -5
Night had been sensed long before he growled, as he himself had silently predicted. Snow's eyes narrowed briefly before she forced herself to calm down, her tail flicking behind her in a silent greeting to the fellow Druid coming up beside her. Tilting her head upwards to look at Night, the young she-cat scuffed her paw against the ground, a questioning movement concerning the Clanners' sanity.
What were they doing here, so close to the border? Just "patrolling" it? Patrolling? That was a weird word. Then Snow remembered that the Clanners had always had borders to check, to "patrol," whereas there was a time when the Druids could roam free, and if there was danger, they would sense it from many foxlengths away and warn the rest of the Druids. This "patrolling" thing was still new to Snow, and it bothered her. To be forced into the forest, to a specific area, just to look around? Not that she didn't love going into her land, her beautiful country, but it just bothered her that she may be forced to do so.
She stepped forward at the sound of the Clanners' voice. Such a strange voice...she didn't like it much. Wind's voice was much better. Beestripe, did he say he was called? Weird name. She looked up at Beestripe, once again irked by her small stature. Her yellow-blue eyes were fixed squarely on him, and she gave a passing glance to the she-cat behind him, probably his mate.
Snow didn't quite know what to say. Introduce themselves? Was that what she was supposed to do? It's not as if she was out on some fancy-shmancy "patrol" or anything. She had just been enjoying the life around her, ebbing and flowing, growing and thriving. She supposed Night had been doing the same thing, caught the scent of the Clanners, (who could miss the wretched smell?) and come along to investigate.
"I am Snow, and this is Night." Was all that she said. What did he mean, "mean you no harm?" Did he seriously think that they had any chance against the Druids? Obviously, since this was the Druids original territory, they would have the upper hand. Plus, they had so many more survival and fighting techniques that it wasn't even funny. She looked intently at Beestripe and Goldenwing, though not hostile. No, her hostility was strictly in her heart...
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Post by __ S K Y E on Oct 17, 2008 19:25:41 GMT -5
when I die, I want to go like my grandfather did, peacefully in his sleep...
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... not yelling and screaming like all the passengers in his car.[/center][/i][/color]
✫☆ -- Today was a beautiful day, Alizarin mused
[/b] as his sleek, almost slender, figure danced across the plains quite gleefully, his scarlet pools glimmering with barely contained mirth. Bleach-white clouds dragged themselves slowly across the robin's egg-blue sky, inching lazily across the wide expanse. The sun's rays, headstrong and persistent, pushed their way through the ivory-hued patches of water vapor and made the snow beneath it glitter brilliantly, as if they were diamonds. Cirrus-shaped shadows were dark stains against the milky blanket of snow, like spatters of ink dying the porcelain-like surface of a sheet of ice-white parchment. The shadows moved at the same pace of the clouds that created them; moving slowly across the ground, blanketing the meadows and glades that stood in their way with a shawl of darkness. The majority of the wood that RavineClan held ownership for was covered by such a shadow; the air was sharp and clear, the blue sky still obscured by a large mass of white and gray. Though the tail end of the cloud could be seen not far off, there was still plenty of time before the trees would feel the sun on their leaves. The snow that scattered across the ground was as frosted as ever, impenetrable even as the sun forced it's radiant beams upon the earth in a futile effort to crack it's defense. Small snowflakes dangled daintily in the chilly air, fluttering down with steps as soft as butterflies. The tom twirled gleefully in the air, his paws touching the icy ground in softer steps just as a chilled wind blew past and ruffled his fur. With a quick spun, he gently leaned forward and gracefully landed, bending forward as if he were bowing. Although he was alone and by himself, his face was fully of pride and glee, as if he had just accomplished some incredibly difficult feat. The tom paused, his face as boyish and childish as ever, before letting out a silvery laugh, throwing his head back happily. With a grand smile, he threw himself into dancing again, catching the melted snowflakes on the tip of his tongue. So happy, so encased in his own joy, he was that he failed to notice exactly how silly he looked and how close he was to making a complete fool of himself in front of not only the druids, but the clanners as well. (Not that, if he knew, he would've stopped) His heart warmed at the thought of those forign cats, his eyes suddenly lighting with a sort of kit-like curiosity. Alizarin was one of the few druids who couldn't see the problem in finding about the clanners, but unlike the others that supported the clanners he was surrounded by cats who hated them - mainly Snake and Scarlet - so that he was forced to hate them too. His smile faltered briefly, lost in his own thoughts, before his sharp oculars caught the faint murmur of voices. Then he stopped abruptly, tasting the air. A wide smile broke across his face and Alizarin flew forward with an excited leap, a gleeful laugh rippling from his sallowed throat. Not even thinking about where he was going, he shot forward through the trees with surprising strength and endurance. His paws, as if they had wings of their own, slid across the sand smoothly, their ebonite parts barely grazing the icy floor, as the wind blew in his face and the foliage brushed against his pelt. He took a grand leap and landed right - smack dab - in front of Snow, waving his tail excitedly. (and possibly brushing her face too, though that would have been completely unintentional of him) When he stopped again his face was flushed and he was breathless, but still - even yet - he looked more charming, more welcoming than ever. When he was like this, cats - even Scarlet - could not help but love him Alizarin looked up at the four kits and grinning wildly, he let out another reckless laugh. " An' my name's Alizarin! " He held out a paw, eyes dancing. " Nice to meet 'cha!"[/color] [/blockquote][/color]
It's true you never know what the future holds,
but if you live your life for what could be you will only end up
missing out on all the fun that can be had in the here and now.
I live my life not in the past, thinking about what was,
not in the future, thinking about what could be,
I live my life in the present, enjoying every second.
[/color] notes;; If you guys don't want me, I could always delete this. ;3
status;; finished
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Post by Stormeh on Oct 18, 2008 16:00:19 GMT -5
[Of COURSE we want you, silly! ^^ How interesting this is...]
NIGHT COULDN'T HELP BUT TO glare at the Clanners. He wasn't exactly a small cat, and to hear "we mean you no harm" bothered him as much as it did Snow. The black tom even let out a little hiss laced with amusement. As if they could ever harm the Druids. However...he was entranced by them. They made him wonder what other types of life would be like if he weren't living with the Druids. They seemed like interesting creatures...but arrogant on so many levels. Particularly these cats who lived near the Druids' territory. The...RavineClan and TealClan? His mis-matched eyes rolled. Whatever.
He had stepped forward with Snow and stayed at her side. He knew that he would help her regardless of anything that happened; she lived within the confines of his territory and therefore was practically a type of family member, as all of the Druids were to him.
A hiss escaped the ebony tom's throat as Alizarin approached. He threw him a glance before turning back to the Clanners. He was watching them inscrutably. They seemed like him, though...at least, they partially did. He would never try to demean them like they just did him. Oh, well. That could be dealt with when the time came.
"You're close to our boundary, no, Beestripe?" he meowed roughly, contempt scarcely being hidden in his voice. "You and your...friend here came close without any others of your own?" His eyes narrowed. They always traveled in groups. Usually large ones. Why were these two out and about together with no one else?
...Or were they just not seen?
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Goldenwing shrunk to the ground slightly before she returned the Druids' gazes. The only one she felt like she could trust was Alizarin. He seemed to be the only friendly face. And what a strange name! She couldn't help but to smile at his antics and stand up a little more proudly.
"We do not mean you any harm," she repeated again. "And we're alone. We were patrolling, like Beestripe said, by ourselves. There aren't any other Clanners here." She glanced around. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if anymore of your Druids followed you through that brush over there!"
Night's eyes narrowed in scorn. Hate seemed to radiate from him towards her. Clearly he didn't appreciate her words.
Trying to not look at the intimidating tom again, Goldenwing looked at Alizarin. "I'm Goldenwing." She smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you. I hadn't ever met a Druid before now, and it's very nice to meet you." Goldenwing knew that Night's fur was rising. For some reason, she couldn't stand him. He seemed so...so...arrogant! So rude! And something inside her told her that it was...natural to just disobey him should he ask of anything and return his rudeness, oddly enough. That this was right, though she had never disobeyed anyone in her entire life and was very rarely rude.
"I'm sorry that we got so close to your border," she mewed politely to Snow and Alizarin. "We didn't mean to disrupt you."
Something was just weird about these cats. Period.
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Post by Wazo on Nov 12, 2008 2:20:50 GMT -5
Well that didn't seem to go over so well with them...Beestripe's eyes flickered from Night to Snow, and finally with a trace of surprise, to the bouncing form of Alizarin. Snow seemed emotionless although Night certainly didn't look pleased to see either of him. Well what was he supposed to do? Bow down and ask for mercy? They seemed to perceive his greeting as arrogance, but at the same time, he couldn't blame them for not welcoming the clanners with open arms.
Yet however hostile these were, Alizarin stood as a sharp contrast to their rigid demenor. Perhaps the druids were exactly like the clanners, he would certainly be acting the same way if they were close to RavineClan camp. It would be nice to meet them under different circumstances but he had to deal with what he had.
He certainly wasn't scared for himself. Alizarin seemed friendly enough, perhaps even ignorant of the quiet tension between the two groups. Beestripe was quite a large cat, even for a tom, although rationally he knew not to start a fight against two cats. What he was most concerned about was Goldenwing and his hazel eyes shifted towards her, shadowing with slight worry. A few scratches or bites he could handle, but he would never forgive himself if she came back hurt.
However he attempted to hold back a laugh, which came out in a gasp of air, almost like a cough, at Goldenwing's sharp retort towards Night. It was somewhat amusing to hear them demand to know who else was with them as druids were popping out left and right.
"It's called a patrol. We patrol the borders. And we certainly wouldn't storm your camp with just the two of us," he commented, his hazel eyes glinting with almost amusement at the idea of having to convince a cat that no, Goldenwing and Beestripe were certainly no threat to the druids. "We clanners are many things, but suicidal is not one of them."His black striped form moved slightly closer to Goldenwing and his breath came out in icy puffs in the chilly air.
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Post by Raven-chan on Nov 26, 2008 19:45:03 GMT -5
What had first been mild irritation, then anger, now blasted into rage. It took all of Snow's self-control and dignity not to sigh in disappointment. Here they were, Snow and Night, trying to prove to the Clanners who was boss of who, and then Alizarin comes bouncing in, like somebody's kittypet.
The she-cat listened to what everyone was saying intently, her yellow-blue eyes inwardly smoldering. Her tail-tip twitched towards Night, a small, hardly noticeable signal of her anger. Night knew what she was thinking. They were both thinking about the same thing: thrashing the clanners. Okay, well, maybe Night was thinking of something slightly nobler, but all Snow wanted was to feel their fur under her claws.
Oh, so they were considering taking over their camp, hmmm? Clearly they had thought about it, or else why would the tom- she refused to give them names- say that he wouldn't take over their camp with just two cats? Did they honestly think the Druids were that weak, that useless? Somebody needed to teach him a lesson, someday. And she sorely hoped that it would be her. No matter how small she looked, she could hurt someone when it was necessary, though she was much better at hunting.
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