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Post by Whitestar on Apr 19, 2007 22:48:15 GMT -5
Whitestar's troubled emerald eyes darted back and forth, over the newly born morning. Purple, silver, and light blues painted the once bleak blanket of dusk, calm breezes had a slow breeze that ruffled the shining star among the contrasting green foilage. Paws splayed gently then rose forwards and skimmed her chest as her agile, sleek form traveled swiftly along the tree skimmed area. How ever, the river had slowed it's pace and was slowly falling. It had already dropped an inch below where it was, and short muddly slits were shown where the scar had came.
She stopped as she reached what she was looking for. Trees were scattered every where and even in the distance, and behind the large hill. A rock was on the hill, with a den crusted into the side of her hill. Her real home, where she slept away from the clan often to soothe her stress. She climbed up the hill. Climbing it wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been months ago due to tense muscles and stress. Pulling herself upon the rock that a tree overhung and willowed calmly, she waited until her members came. Finally, she released a long yowl.
"Come to The Great Hill! We must discuss a meeting!"
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Robinfeather
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Deputy of Riverclan
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Post by Robinfeather on Apr 20, 2007 15:48:28 GMT -5
Robinfeather seated himself at the base of the hill, ears perked as he waited for the rest of the Clan to gather. He had been fishing when Whitestar had come upon him, and he'd gathered that she had been attacked by a fox...but that was all she had told him. Off the top of his head he couldn't think of any kits that were ready to become apprentices or apprentices ready to become warriors, and with a lurch of dread he realized that this meeting must have something to do with the fox attack. Ah, but the forest has been so peaceful recently, he thought sadly. Even with the drought prey has been plentiful here. He didn't like the idea of a danger coming to his Clan, and if the fox was a threat, he'd be happy to be the first to attack it.
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Post by Iceth on Apr 20, 2007 19:10:57 GMT -5
Frostfang stretched lazily as she emerged from the Warrior's Den, her long, light grey fur making her feel warmer and, as a result, sleepier, than usual. Padding to the front of the throng, she looked up at Whitestar through emerald orbs, pupils mere slits from the brightness of the afternoon sun. "Meeting, yes, but what for, Whitestar?" The older warrior meowed, a hint of scorn present in her voice as she shifted her gaze to Robinfeather, the deputy and, of course, next in line for the leadership. Not that she resented him; who'd want to lead RiverClan, especially in this day and age?
[[Not one of my better posts. Neh.]]
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Post by Firestorm on Apr 20, 2007 20:18:06 GMT -5
Mistcloud was lazily watching the kits play. Watching them gave him a certain joy nothing else could. They were very precious and important to the Clans. He was just about to interrupt them with their play when he heard his leader's voice vibrate through the camp.
Mistcloud turned his head and looked at the great leader of RiverClan, staying seated right where he was. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the kits stop and gaze up at Whitestar with awe. His muzzle curved into a small smile.
He waited for Whitestar to continue once all cats were settled and quite waiting in anticipation to hear the news Whitestar had for the Clan. Well, at least some, he thought.
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Robinfeather
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Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Post by Robinfeather on Apr 20, 2007 20:41:01 GMT -5
Seeing the others coming, Robinfeather gave them a slight nod, shifting slightly with impatience. He was eager to know what Whitestar would have to say about the fox. At least no one had yet noticed the small smear of blood on their leader's cheek. Smiling, the tom watched the kits as well, laughing inwardly at how awed they appeared to be. He could hardly remember a time when he'd been that carefree and young...although it had only been a few seasons ago.
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Post by Iceth on Apr 23, 2007 10:53:40 GMT -5
Frostfang hardly chuckled at the antics of the kits. Instead, she focused her attention on Whitestar. "Well?" The older warrior meowed impatiently. "Whitestar, what is it? If it's gonna take you this long to answer, it's not worth my time; I'd be better off on a hunting patrol than sitting around waiting!" Her eyes narrowed into a typical scowl; Frostfang wanted news, and she wanted it now.[/size]
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Post by Whitestar on Apr 23, 2007 11:39:22 GMT -5
Whitestar stared off into the distance, a worried expression blatant on her once calm expression. The weaving figures off in the distance were of rogues, other clans and the occasional foxes -- how ever, the silhoeuttes were mildly of campus of Riverclan. She looked about and spotted a couple who had asked for the meeting. Head canted to the said, Whitestar was quickly distracted by two playing kits. A sigh withdrew from her throat.
Then, a demanding voice hit.
A low growl lurched from her throat. "You should know better, Frostfang," she hissed lowly. "Our Warriors trained you better then that." A low inward stare was threatening, her gaze fixating on the Warrior. She turned away, though. Frostfang should be tought a lesson; and hopefully, that would do it. An unruly warrior was Frostfang, but it gave her no excuse to disrespect the experienced leader. So, these were all her members? There were not many, despite a bit of kits and a tad of adults, and adolescents here and there.
"I have called you here for some thing very important," she started. "A fox has been about, and one of the kit's has been missing for quite a while now." She said, and hopefully, the wound on her face would be healed already.
"There is no way to say this easily -- but our river is starting to low on supply. With our water, comes our prey. With no water, the animals will most likely leave. The fish will be harder to catch as they have been 'alerted' by this. Keep on the look out for that fox -- and do not let your gaurd down," she said softly, waiting for it to soak in.
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Robinfeather
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Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Post by Robinfeather on Apr 23, 2007 15:36:46 GMT -5
Robinfeather looked up, his calm amber eyes clouding with surprise. He'd known about the fox and the kit, naturally; things like that were hard to miss. But the river supply? Now that he thought about it, when he'd been fishing just a few minutes earlier it had taken awhile for a reasonably sized fish to come...."Any patrols going out must consist of at least two warriors until the fox is found and chased out," he continued, as it was his right as deputy to speak now. "If anyone happens to find the den, report immediately to either me or Whitestar, and a patrol of warriors will be sent to chase it out. Don't try to fight it alone; foxes are strong and fierce, and we all know that even the strongest warrior could be defeated if he goes it alone."
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Post by Iceth on Apr 23, 2007 16:34:36 GMT -5
Frostfang rolled her eyes at the deputy's 'advice'; naturally, she, as an experienced warrior, knew that much about foxes. The recent drop in the river's water level was a slight shock, but nothing the femme couldn't mask with a bit of her usual insolence. "So, I take it we're free to go about our business now, finally, Whitestar." She meowed; it was a statement, not a question, which, like as not, would irritate the older cat, if not the others, more than the usual effect. Frostfang did, of course, obey Whitestar, but seasons of experience and hard-won wisdom had taught her that she knew as much, if not more than, the she-cat who led the Clan.
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Post by Firestorm on Apr 23, 2007 19:19:22 GMT -5
Mistcloud stared directly at Frostfang, his gaze unreadable, just a blank stare as if he was dead with no life in him. The she-cat irritated him and has ever since they became apprentices together. He always thought of her as disrespectful and rude, at least sometimes.
"You shouldn't disrespect your deputy, Frostfang, and especially your leader, he mewed."
For a few moments he sat there but finally he flopped down in a patch of grass and continued his watch. The low water supply didn't startle him at all for he knew it was coming. Swimming was one if his favorite things to do and with that came studying the waves and the tiny ripples, the water level, and even the amount of fish.
As for the fox, there have been signs and he even caught a small glimpse of it once as it was racing through the shrubs at a very fast pace. Mistcloud already noticed the decrease in their prey. Each day he would catch less and less than the day before.
(*Cough* Whitey, Larkstar thinks your still talking to him).
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Robinfeather
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Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Post by Robinfeather on Apr 23, 2007 20:04:35 GMT -5
Robinfeather, whose temper was rarely lost, felt his fur bristling irritably at the tone Frostfang took. He didn't much care that she seemed to disrespect him; he was still getting used to his position as it was, and it took much for him to feel insulted. He disliked the way he addressed their leader. "Mistcloud speaks the truth," he mewed, his voice level and his gaze as calm and quiet as ever. "Especially in hard times like this we need to be as united as possible to survive. Surely you, as experienced as you are, know that Frostfang?" he met the she-cat's gaze with his own, not allowing any bit of irritation or anger show in his calm amber eyes.
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Post by Whitestar on Apr 24, 2007 8:45:02 GMT -5
Whitestar was getting aggitated, and another mislead from Frostfang would get her no where but a beating from the leader's teeth. "Frostfang!" She snapped, a snarl rumbling lowly from her throat. "Disrespecting your Deputy, let alone leader. will get you no where but being shamed in front of the whole clan." She hissed lowly, her lovely yet irritated emerald eyes fixating upon her Warrior. Frostfang was a warrior, and the she-cat had indeed been a Warrior for a excessed period of time, and if the warrior could defeat her, others would question her leadership.
Icefang was going to get herself exiled if she kept up the bad behavior she had been showing. She bristled slightly. "Frostfang, I have called you here for a meeting. Don't expect it so end so shortly,"" her threats ment nothing, but she was willing to show her dominance, although she never really busted some one in general.
She canted her head to her other warrior who she had mistakenly favored due to his loyalty, Mistcloud. Sigh. She felt too old, even though she was only around four years old.
She looked towards the middle of the gathering, but she turned her gaze from each and every one she could. "We need to have a search party to find the kit," she said softly and let it sink into them, then continued with her same, unwavering tone. "Thank you, Robinfeather," and canted her head in appreciation towards him.
She waited a while before saying any thing else, patiently, to see if there was any more questions.
Note: White is not old! ;=;
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Post by Iceth on Apr 25, 2007 11:39:26 GMT -5
[[She's a bit like Mousefur, Frostfang.]] GeT oUt Of My WaYFrostfang hissed as she was told, or rather, ordered, no less than three times to keep her opinions to herself. She was a senior warrior, after all! What gave these young cats the right to order her around? Yet the rime-pelted femme kept that thought a secret, choosing to watch Whitestar instead. " What kit's gone missing?" Frostfang meowed, her voice a mixture of curiousity, genuine concern, and more than just a hint of contempt. She was bad-tempered, but surely even Whitestar would know that she spoke the thoughts of others as well! DoN't WaNnA tAlK aBoUt It [/center]
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Post by Whitestar on Apr 25, 2007 16:52:34 GMT -5
Glaring down at Frostfang, she quickly moved her gaze. She had realized she lost her temper in front of her Clan, and it wouldn't happen again. The patient leader flattened instead of bristling, but was edgy and was slightly irritated -- no, possibly more then that, at Frostfang. A sigh withdrew from her vocals slightly. It was oblivious that Whitestar was slighty angry, and irritated, muscles tense.
Yes. She knew Frostfang was saying things that timid and shy others were holding in, but it was no reason to be disrespectful and rude. At least she had dropped it, so the elegant, usually patient and wise leader had no reason to carry it on.
"Lilackit," she said softly in response to Frostfang; the unruly warrior. "I will arange a scout party. Frostfang," she beckoned lightly. "You will be in the scouting party. I know you may not like Robinfeather, but I would like to ask for him to come as well. Mistcloud," she said, Mistcloud's name ringing out patiently.
"You are yet another faithful warrior I know that I can put the clan's kit's life in your paws. I will tag along as well, to ensure the safety of every one else. Any volunteers?" She said, ending her speech with a quick smile for effect.
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Robinfeather
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Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
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Post by Robinfeather on Apr 25, 2007 18:40:23 GMT -5
Robinfeather nodded his head gravely to Whitestar, suddenly slipping into a serious mode now that he remembered the lost kit. They had to find him(?) before the fox did. Letting his calm amber gaze sweep the clearing, he waited for any other cats to speak up; it would take the strength of many to defeat the fox if they came upon it, but they still had to have plenty of cats to guard the camp. Maybe who Whitestar had chosen was enough.
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