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Post by Firestorm on Apr 11, 2007 20:56:21 GMT -5
The sun and it's heat glared upon the unprotected WindClan camp. It was amazingly hot, even inside Larkstar's usually cool and damp den, and Larkstar's long and shaggy pelt made it even worse. He made no attempted to clean his dirty pelt, including the small piece of thorn that was piercing through his skin. Small twigs and brambles tangled and mingled with his long pelt, but Larkstar still made no attempted. He now suddenly wished he was a RiverClan cat that could swim though the lake and just drift there, to cool him down. All the cats of WindClan were inside their dens, waiting for some sort of signal from any cat, it seemed
The ground inside WindClan's camp would burn your paws while the tall grasses outside would sting as you rush by. The prey was scarce as cats began to thin and weaken. The Clan began to weaken. WindClan cats had only but their dens and that patch of woodland to protect them.
Larkstar sighed and heaved himself upward to his paws, wincing as he did so, and slowly began grooming. Right after he started large amounts of hair would stick to his tongue and he had no choice but to swallow them.
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Post by Whitestar on Apr 11, 2007 22:29:50 GMT -5
Now, even the wise, gentle leader was starting to stray from her borders in search of alliances. Rogues were beginning to stir and wander upon her territory, and attack the prey on their green lands. At times, even kits would be massacred as a source of food. Whitestar was stirred and hesitant to cross borders, as some leaders were young and unexperienced and attacked on sight, but Whitestar needed an alliance to shoo of rogues and kitnappers. She needed to save a source of felines who knew how to act, who were behaved. She thought WindClan would be her last choice. How ever, ShadowClan was too demented. They would attack her and steal their plentiful lands; while ThunderClan's leader was as nervous and on-end like a young kit trying to lead a Camp to food or water.
Rogues were not available to trust. But now, WindClan was the only one she could save from the taintedness that had been brought across her Clans. She feared that her river would dry up, but not one day the current lowered. The river was always plentiful of small, medium or large fish, and water. She didn't want to leave her lands, leaving them in hands of young warriors. How ever, she knew her camp could take care of themselves. They had proved that, and that is why they had earned there rank. Dead feline remains were strewn against the rogue lands, but she did her best to ignore it. Finally, she slowed her pace as the calm leader contentedly stopped at the ThunderClan's scent.
The leader's scent was pungent on the sticks and crackled ground, dry and scathy. Frowning calmly, she stepped forward and trotted in, after a flagging tail she considered the leader's. Finally, she stopped and hid behind some dry brush as he turned his back to her and began to groom himself. She rose from the brush and sat in front of it.
"Calm, leader!"
She cried. "It is your RiverClan friend," she said in a soft voice. Whitestar quickly began to pick up her words in a collectedness rush. Even a kit could see her worried panic, in afraid of being chased out.
"I came her seeking alliance. You are the only clan that hasn't been tainted with such insecurity,"
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Post by Firestorm on Apr 12, 2007 11:38:00 GMT -5
Larkstar slowly raised his head and turned to meet the eyes of a young she-cat. He thought of how desperate this she-cat must feel, to cross the border lines and into an enemy's camp, but WindClan had their own problems and were weak enough. Surely one of the other Clans would be better to make an alliance with and Larkstar couldn't risk the lives of his Clan mates. Pain shot through Larkstar like a thousand cats sinking their teeth into his flesh as he began to move towards the she-cat.
With at least one tail length between them, Larkstar mewed, "I am sorry, but I can make no alliance with you. My Clan is suffering and we must deal with our own problems first." Larkstar waited for her reply. To come to WindClan, seeking their alliance must mean they were the last. Knowing that, he knew if they were last, this she-cat must be pretty desperate.
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Post by Whitestar on Apr 13, 2007 18:46:45 GMT -5
(( Bah, I am sorry. I will post around today or tommorow. ))
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Post by Firestorm on Apr 16, 2007 21:14:40 GMT -5
(Waiting for that post) Larkstar suddenly heard the padding of paws. As he quickly turned to look, panicked at what the cat might do, say, or think. Although once he knew it was his sister, he relaxed, even though she might be worse to accuse him.
"Who in the world is that? And what in StarClan's name is she doing on our territory, in our camp?!" his sister exclaimed before Larkstar could say anything.
"Sparrowclaw, calm down. This is RiverClan's leader, Whitestar. She has come seeking an alliance with us. You know this is a tough time for a Clans, Sparrowclaw," Larkstar replied sternly. He knew it would only encourage her to continue with such an attitude, but there was no way you could stop her.
"What weakness!" Sparrowclaw spat. "And what did you say?"
"Sparrowclaw, this is none of you business! I may be your brother, but you are to respect me like a warrior should respect a leader, especially in the presence of another leader or cat. You've gotten in enough trouble already. This is your last warning."
"Fine. I just hope you don't make WindClan look weak." Sparrowclaw snorted and padded away to the fresh-kill pile.
Larkstar shook his head in disbelief and disapproval. His sister was always like that, and either it was her nature to stir up trouble, she loved and enjoyed it, or both. She had her calm, gentle moments, but those were rare, at least to other cats. Larkstar knew within moments Sparrowclaw would be in a heap of trouble.
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Post by hytyt on Jun 20, 2008 21:09:14 GMT -5
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