Robinfeather
Kit
Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 19:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Robinfeather on Apr 15, 2007 19:14:17 GMT -5
The oddly-colored tom sat still on the banks of the river, his paw poised and his calm amber eyes locked on the small salmon as it swam closer, unaware of the predator above. Being sure to keep his shadow from falling on his prey, Robinfeather held his breath as it came nearer, and then, just as it was nearly directly beneath him, he shot out his paw and hooked the fish with his claws, flinging it onto the banks. He thumped its head with a forepaw to kill it and then kicked some dirt over it so no one else would come to steal it.
Pausing, the RiverClan deputy glanced at the river. It was unusually low, and that fact alone made him nervous. Greenleaf was extremely hot this year, and all the water and prey sources were running low. I can't imagine what it must be like for the other Clans, he thought, remembering that the other CLans had less water than RiverClan to begin with anyway. As he gazed into the crystal clear water at the few fish that swam beneath the surface, the sound of pawsteps behind made his ears prick and his muscles tense warily; whoever or whatever it was, he was upwind of it and could not figure out if it was a cat or a fox. Robinfeather swiveled his ears backwards and prepared to attack if he had to, his tail-tip twitching.
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 19:25:55 GMT -5
Post by Whitestar on Apr 15, 2007 19:25:55 GMT -5
[glow=lightblue,1,700]Whitestar's paws gently dipped against the earth as an aggitated sigh released from her jaws. A cut was jagged on her cheek, and the scent of fox was pungent upon her. Stopping a second for a quick groom, she licked and nudged her paw then rubbed the blood until it was barely visible among her white fur. How ever, it was fairly obvious due to the red, crimson liquid dubbed contrasting to her lusty pearly hide. Temperatures were getting higher and the only literate thing to say is that food was becoming scarce and water was beginning to low. She was worried for her clan, and her hardened expression showed it. Softening her gaze as a scent lingered near, she removed her concerned facade and a cheerful one was set upon her maw as she realized the scent of a fresh kill and a familiar scent, her Deputy. Glancing up at the sky for a moment, she pleaded to Starclan for just a few seconds for the temperatures to low. What had the earth done to receive such cruel banishments?
The scent of raw salmon was dished from her nasals and dirt was renewed and the earthily scents once brought peace to her had now confused her. As a fleck of russet and broadly built felidae characteristics were seen, she trotted closer and just watched as the alarmed deputy swerved about. A smile graced her features and she dipped her head in a kind greeting towards Robin. She couldn't help but feel old, being the calm, peaceful and wise leader their clan had lacked for a long period of time. How ever, being blinded by rage or adventure could often bring clans to ruin, and she wanted to be a good role model for not only the kits but for the adults. She decided to get a mind off the burning temperatures. She chuckled kindly and softly said,[/glow]
"Decided to take a lesson up on fishing?" [/size][/center]
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Robinfeather
Kit
Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Posts: 42
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 19:36:13 GMT -5
Post by Robinfeather on Apr 15, 2007 19:36:13 GMT -5
Recognizing his leader, Robinfeather immediately made his fur lie flat, running his tongue over his chest to keep it from ruffling back up. "You startled me," he mewed, dipping his head in return to her. At her words, his eyes lit with humor and he mewed, "Sometimes I still feel like an apprentice when I'm around you, Whitestar." Ever since she'd been leader Robinfeather had looked up to Whitestar, and though she was not very much older than he was, he couldn't help but feel she knew so much more than he did. Would he ever be able to lead the Clan like she did? Suddenly the deputy noticed the blood. "What happened?" he demanded, eyes wide with surprise as the dull scent of fox that had clung to Whitestar's fur reached his nose.
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -5
Post by Whitestar on Apr 15, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -5
[glow=lightblue,1,700]Her eyes lingered upon the male, smiling softly. She often had the same replies from many, since rogues were stirring and insecurity was renewing. She craned her head in hope to hide the scratch, and licked her paw and rubbed her face in a ritual of cleaning to hopefully make it seem normal, how ever, was just another cover up of pain. As he spoke, she grinned and stopped, the crimson slightly hidden but it still wasn't gone. She remembered this, thus a wave of memory washed over her while the tidal waves of the horrid moments in the past hurricaned among happy times. Snapping back vividly as he spoke about her scratch, she licked her paw and rubbed a few times again.[/glow] "Oh, nothing. That fox has just been about lately,"
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Robinfeather
Kit
Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Posts: 42
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 19:57:33 GMT -5
Post by Robinfeather on Apr 15, 2007 19:57:33 GMT -5
His calm amber eyes scanning his leader, Robinfeather didn't believe word of it, but he didn't say so; if she didn't want to talk about it, that was her decision. "Well I hope you shredded it," he mewed lightly, going along with the carefree atmosphere. "I don't like foxes very much. They can't hold up a conversation for very long."
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Whitestar on Apr 15, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
[glow=lightblue,1,700]It was true.It was as true as it could get. Daring her self to go skirt the borders alone and not tell any one about it, it was a foolish decision. How ever, she remembered pushing it from her mind and doing it any way. Although, little did she know she was falling into an orange fox's trap due to the subtle noises and yips of the night befallen before. That fox had been drawing trouble in every direction, including the savage day she was skirting the WindClan's borders and saw what she had not suspected -- the fox tearing kits in half. She fled from the scene how ever, the devestated cry of their siblings worst fears renewed, a howl so terrifying and grieving that pounded in her ears. She had regretted that day of not being able to save lives. She was too late.
Flicking back into conciousness as he spoke, she grinned happily and swatted him carefully. Knowing how stubborn her Deputy was, he probably wouldn't believe it even if it was true, which it was. She happily thought of good times. Some thing was wrong, the wise and calm leader was concerned and worried. Some thing was definitely wrong. The clans were stirring and the temperatures were crazy. What was going on? Perhaps she was over-exadurating and the temperatures were normal summer weather, but some thing was still wrong. ShadowClan was becoming even more deranged. Were the rest of the clans being effected as well, being corrupted by the violent things such as abuse to the females, and so on? Damnit, stop worrying! [/glow] "You are such a worry wart, Robinfeather. It's nothing, honest,"
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Robinfeather
Kit
Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Posts: 42
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Fishin'
Apr 15, 2007 20:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Robinfeather on Apr 15, 2007 20:11:31 GMT -5
Robinfeather snorted and sprang backwards. "I guess I'm getting old," he admitted, rolling over onto his back to scratch an itch. Standing up again, he shook the dirt from his pelt and mewed seriously, "You'd better wash the rest of the blood off before you go back to camp. There are plenty of other worry warts there that'll bombard you with questions if they see you got into a fight."
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Fishin'
Apr 19, 2007 22:56:49 GMT -5
Post by Whitestar on Apr 19, 2007 22:56:49 GMT -5
[glow=lightblue,1,700]Whitestar thought calmly, her ears flicked forwards and her eyes studied her deputy. She was listening but thinking as well, her nose twitched once as she took in the scent of fox. Fox? A wave of panic fell over her and her chest tightened. She knew what she had to do. Standing upon sturdy limbs now, she swivelled on her heels and ran in the direction of The Great Hill. Stopping with a flick of her tail, she beckoned with out looking behind her, then continued off into the distance. [/glow] "Robinfeather," Go to [. A Meeting
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Robinfeather
Kit
Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Posts: 42
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Fishin'
Apr 20, 2007 15:45:19 GMT -5
Post by Robinfeather on Apr 20, 2007 15:45:19 GMT -5
Surprise lit up Robinfeather's faced as his leader sprang off, and he stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do. When the umistakable sign for him to follow her came he sprinted after her, struggling to catch up with the swift she-cat; Robinfeather had never been a very swift cat on land. He knew better than to ask Whitestar what they were doing; instead he followed her silently, ears flicking in all directions as he searched for any sign of danger.
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