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Post by Wazo on Jan 29, 2008 15:15:29 GMT -5
The air was crisp and chilly as the morning sun sailed into the horizon and shone down on the remenants of BrookClan. It was eerily still in camp, the air untainted with noise of any kind, even the birds rarely uttered a single tune. The morning frost dusted the trees and the ground and covered the remaining shelters of a once noble and proud clan. Slowly, the silence was broken by a rustle in a den and out crept a fluffy female, her coat once again shining with vivid blacks, oranges, and whites from proper care and her pale green eyes bright. She shook the stiffness out of her body and glanced over the camp, looking for a single soul. No one. Not that there was an abundance of cats living here. Swiftclaw and Goldenrage could be anywhere. Wingedheart glanced back to the shelter she just left, her kits fast asleep, huddled together for warmth. She did not go far, her mothering instinct preventing her from leaving more then a few pawsteps away from her kits. Still, she hadn't left the den in days and seized her chance when all her kits were sound asleep.
Glancing over her camp once more, Wingedheart reflected on how far BrookClan had come. Small, yes, but they hadn't lost their strength or hope for a better future. She had done what she could, bringing into life several kits that held the future of the clan in their tiny paws. She wondered where their father was. Wingedheart never knew really what to refer to Swiftclaw as...he was their father, but not her mate. Or not her mate for love, rather. She wasn't sure if her even liked her at all. Duty...sacrifices must be made to do your duty. Still, her kits were beautiful and she was happy to have them. She wouldn't change anything about them. Looking up at the sky, Wingedheart wondered about the rest of their clan. Safe and sound probably, leaving them here to perish without a trace of guilt. Looking up, she realized they needed the guidance of StarClan more then ever.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Jan 29, 2008 16:16:10 GMT -5
A fluffy figure made his way through the morning fog back to his clan's camp. He returned to camp each day with the painful feeling of responsibility hanging over him. He had kits to care for now. BrookClan was grateful to Wingedheart for ensuring their future, but Swiftclaw was also aware that they had to protect the camp even more carefully. The smell of milk might attract the foxes even more...
As he entered camp, the black and white tom blinked in surprise to see the queen herself out and about. He angled his ears towards the nursery, guessing that the litter was sleeping... "Wingedheart?" he asked, setting his catch down at her feet. His green eyes seemed questioning, but he didn't ask anything more aloud. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Wazo on Jan 30, 2008 17:09:20 GMT -5
She turned at the sound of her name and her eyes rested on Swiftclaw. "They're sleeping," she answered, tilting her head towards the nursery, assuming that he was wondering about the kits. "I decided to stretch my legs while they would let me, they sure are a handful," she added. Her eyes glanced down at the prey at her paws. "Good hunt today?" she asked, sitting down, and curling her tail around her paws.
In truth, it was a bit akward between the two of them. She wasn't really sure what to say most of the time. But they needed to stick together. With just the few of them and a whole litter of kits, they had to trust each other in order to keep the clan strong.
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Post by Raven-chan on Feb 3, 2008 23:46:02 GMT -5
Goldenrage was prowling, restless. His glittering fiery golden eyes scanned the camp, tired, worn, wondering. He wanted to go for a run, go for a hunt, go for something! He hated this, sitting around. It was driving him insane. It gave him way too much time to think, to hope, to remember...
He finally sat with a sigh. His large frame was tense, his tail wrapped tautly around his paws. Goldenrage unsheathed his claws, testing the dirt, wishing that he could get a nice large piece of prey for Wingedheart and the kits. But there were so few of them to guard the camp, it was rare when they could go hunting, any of them.
He raised his head to StarClan, eyes pleading, mouth open in a silent prayer. He begged for their territory back, and for their cats, and for his revenge on that murderous traitor...all of those traitors, all of them! Well, except for Willowpaw. He was a medicine cat apprentice. And Leafpelt. And Softflower and her kits. But the rest...(especially Redstorm) faced his wrath, if they ever had the guts to come back, knowing that he was waiting for them. |
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Feb 18, 2008 14:03:16 GMT -5
A soft, dappled gray she-cat slipped over the last hill and down the slope towards BrookClan's new camp closer to the Moonstone... Or, to be exact, further away from the foxes. With kits in the camp, it was important to put space between the two species. Should Kolette's brutes catch the scent of younglings and milk, the she-cat had no doubt they'd surround BrookClan's camp in a heartbeat. For now, though, they were safe.
The she-cat paused as she reached the camp's entrance, giving the dark warrior Goldenrage a odd gesture. She stretched out her left leg, while bending her right front leg and lowering the front half of her body. It was a sort of cat-bow. Her mother had taught the gesture to her when she was young. It was one of respect. Twitching her whiskers in a slightly more friendly greeting, the young she-cat slipped past him and into the camp.
Her gray eyes caught on Swiftclaw and Wingedheart and wondered if they'd rather be alone... But she approached the tom anyways. She needed to report back on her patrol.
Swiftclaw nodded softly, green eyes watching her closely. "Yes, it was alright. This might be enough that we won't need to hunt again for today's meals... But I'd still like the warriors to catch some more. That way we won't have to hunt at all tomorrow..." He paused, wondering how she'd react to his words. "I'd like to lead another patrol into Kolette's territory tomorrow. We might be able to find a weakness in her ranks this time... Or at least distract them all while we push the border..." He sighed. "Anything... Anything at all..."
It was hard, trying to win back the forest. As he had vowed it the day of his sister's death, he hadn't imagined how difficult it would be. So far, the had succeeded in one way: BrookClan was growing. While kits were weak and easy prey for foxes, they also insured the clan would grow. They had also inlisted the help of Crowfrost, a young she-cat who'd gotten lost from her loner parents when the clans had fled, and Rust, a joking and scarred loner who was a good hunter at the very least. They had also... "rescued" Frostpaw and Freshpaw from the lives of kittypets. The siblings were young enough that Swiftclaw believed they could be trained into pure loyatly to BrookClan alone.
But there was still the other side of the plan that was very difficult to initiate: gain more of a pawhold over Kolette. So far, they had nothing. But there had to be something out there, whether it was a spot of land that would give them the upperhand, or a specific fox who's death would free the forest. Of course, Kolette's death was exactly what they needed, but the vixen was never left unguarded. Swiftclaw had seen her fight only once, and there was definitely no need for guards around her. She was worse, perhaps, than a badger, her teeth and claws moving so swiftly, anything in her path hadn't the time to move. And yet, the dogs all crowded around her, protecting her like a precious jewel.
The fluffy tom looked up at Crowfrost approached him. He flicked his tail slightly to her, telling her to wait while he finished speaking with Wingedheart. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Wazo on Feb 18, 2008 16:30:53 GMT -5
She smiled slightly, it seemed like there was so little to smile about during these times, but if the prey was still around and available, that was a blessing from StarClan, if StarClan even cared about their clan anymore. As desperately as she tried, Wingedheart couldn't fight her slipping belief in her heavenly ancestors. Surely they wouldn't leave BrookClan to perish in the claws of a fox. Yet here they were. Even if things seemed to be getting better, it was hard for Wingedheart to keep her faith.
Her smile died however, when Swiftclaw remarked on his plans. It was necessary, she knew that, even if she tried to block it from her mind. Yet it was getting more and more dangerous and the thought of losing a clan member weighed heavily on Wingedheart's mind. Losing Swiftclaw especially, even if there were no romantic feelings between them, she didn't like the thought of raising her kits without a father and the clan needed him more then ever. She blinked her pale green eyes, searching for words that would mask her fear and give Swiftclaw the support he needed.
"We will never be free unless we get rid of them for good," she answered, turning her eyes on him. "But please, be careful. The thought of losing one of us...or you...would be hard to bear. We need to get rid of her but we have to consider the cost as well," she finished, looking back down again.
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Post by Patmos on Feb 18, 2008 17:31:29 GMT -5
A small white she-cat stood in the shadows, glaring at whatever was in front of her. The soil felt oddly cool and mushy under her paws. Birds were in larger quantities than she enjoyed. Bugs flew out in front of her in every which way, making all kinds of strange noises. Everyone talked of foxes too. Foxes! What a horrible way to live. Her mother told her stories of mean old foxes that would eat cats. If there was such a problem with foxes, why didn't they all just move? Really, that would be such an easy solution to all of this. But who knew what other dangers this forest could hold. Why would a cat bother to live in such conditions when they could be perfectly safe living with housefolk? There'd be perfect shelter in any sort of weather, things would be a lot cleaner, you wouldn't have to catch your own food. The fresh-kill was a lot more flavorful, but it felt rather disturbing to eat a mouse that was once living.
Dreadful. That was the proper term to describe this place. Absolutely dreadful. There was not one sliver of this place that Frostpaw enjoyed. It was not worth it. She might've felt better if she had some say in it. But no, she was forced her. Forced! Of all things to do..They must be desperate. Frostpaw would not be surprised if they were using her and her brother to fight off these foxes. Even more dreadful. But in the end there seemed to be nothing she could do. Escaping was not an option. At least, not with foxes walking about. She sighed. Frostpaw expected this place to at least be eventful. It was ten times more boring than sitting around in a house all day. Dreadful. Absolutely dreadful.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Feb 25, 2008 23:28:35 GMT -5
))Raven wanna post?((
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Post by Raven-chan on Feb 29, 2008 19:40:51 GMT -5
))Sorry I haven't posted! Eergh, here comes a sort of icky post...((
Goldenrage's attentive fiery golden eyes caught Crowfrost's entrance, and dipped his head in greeting to the young she-cat. He did not bow as she had, but he appreciated the gesture. He stood, and stretched out his limbs, his ears perked in hopes that Swiftclaw might take out a patrol.
He padded over to Swiftclaw, Wingedheart and Crowfrost, his tail twitching in greeting, with a little bob of the head to each cat in turn. He spotted Frostpaw in the corner, and decided that the she-cat might need to get out of camp once in awhile. The poor thing looked bored. |
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Post by Wazo on Mar 12, 2008 19:12:54 GMT -5
ooc: we could continue this with wingedheart and the kits, and maybe some of the other ones will be taken
Also, depending on the Chaos and Serenity situation, they might join...
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Post by Rivera on Mar 13, 2008 20:19:43 GMT -5
Dragonflight slipped quietly from the shadows, where she could almost, almost blend in. The coppery highlights in her pelt shined slightly in the sun, but her already dark blue eyes were even darker. She sighed and stretched.
After a moment, she took notice of the small group that seemed to have gathered. Then Frostpaw caught her attention. The younger cat looked like she was very bored. Maybe she could cheer her up...
With that thought in mind, she padded toward the apprentice. "How are you doing, Frostpaw?" She asked hopefully. For once, she actually felt like talking to another cat, something that she had refrained from doing in the past few days.
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Post by Wazo on Mar 14, 2008 13:40:02 GMT -5
ooc: Rivera, I think Dark wants you to post in the "dangerous" board in the fight against the foxes with Dragonflight
But I can start a roleplay with Wingedheart and the kits here if we want to do that
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Post by Wazo on Mar 14, 2008 13:50:24 GMT -5
A slender fluffy figure crept out of the nursery and to her mother's side. Fernkit yawned, showing even white teeth and a small pink tongue, as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Sitting down and curling her tail around hind legs, she was like a miniture of her mother. Long silky hair with a beautiful tortoiseshell coat that covered her back and circled her eyes, with more orange and black coloring from other family. She was her mother's daughter through and through, with the exception of amber green eyes borrowed from her father that looked at the other clan members with intelligence and curiosity.
Fernkit knew something was amiss at camp, but that wasn't unusual. She often observed her mother walking into the nursery, with anxiousness or worry streaking her lovely features and her father was often distant. But her parents didn't tell the kits what was wrong and Fernkit assumed they would take care of her. Her amber green eyes flickered back to the nursery, waiting for her brothers and sisters to wake up.
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