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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:29:45 GMT -5
"Sorry catches no prey," Veilstar hissed. "But, I guess, if it was unintentional as you say, I shouldn't send you out." She hesitated. "You're warriors, you say?" she asked. "My parents told me stories, and I think I heard of Fittsgerald once...He was OJ's father, wasn't he?"
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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:34:00 GMT -5
Newpaw had been staring at his father all this time and hatred erupted from him. Caterwauling , "I'll rip that mange-ridden upside-down turtle's neck out when I get to him!!!!!"
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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:35:30 GMT -5
Kira stared in horror at the apprentice. "Thats terrible, Newpaw! You can't do that--You'd be just as bad as him!" Violence never did any good, and certainly wouldn't resolve a problem like the one that had occurred, which could be fixed with some time and a few words.
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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:39:35 GMT -5
Dragontooth pricked his ears toward the young she-cat. What she had said was true. ------ Foxwit leaned against Stagears who was still crying quietly. Today had been a long long day.
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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:44:06 GMT -5
Veilstar sternly eyed Newpaw. "You will do no such thing," she stated, matter-of-factly. "You must learn to control your actions and your words. A warrior as impulsive as you are right now would be a warrior to be ashamed of." She had no sympathy for the apprentice losing his father--She had never taken her own parents' deaths hard.
"Tonight we will have a vigil for OJ," she continued, turning away from Newpaw. "You three are free to join VelareClan if you wish, but if we ever see your murderous foster-brother on our territory, I reserve the right for my warriors to kill him on the spot."
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Post by froscogo on Apr 11, 2009 14:50:51 GMT -5
Mrablepaw poked her head out of the cave. "Um, Cinnamon!, I hate to bother you at this time but I would really like to get better." Cinnamon ignored the call. The fact the her brother had been killed was sinking in. She flicked her tail at the apprentices to go instead. She buried her head in the chilling body of her brother and let out a sorrowful moan.
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Post by Frisby on Apr 12, 2009 7:57:31 GMT -5
Kira glanced sharply up at Cinnamon and nodded with a reluctant sigh. It was so exciting with the strange rouges and the death of OJ--The curer's den seemed like an awful bore.
Nonetheless, dragging her paws slightly, she trotted into the cave.
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Post by froscogo on May 5, 2009 17:15:09 GMT -5
Rayne heaved herself over the ground twords the cave. She liked Marblepaw as a friend. She seemed adventurous and held and heir of slight wisdom. When ever she talked about her foster fox family Rayne felt as if she was there in the fox nest or where ever the story had taken place that night. Still feeling like an insider she nervously glaced at Mist. Tail lowered, Rayne gathered some oak leaves for infection, poppy seeds for rest, and grabbed the entire store of thyme, for stress. Today had been a stressful day. "I'll hand out the thyme to Stagears, Foxwit, Dragontooth, and Cinnamon if you take care of Marblepaw?" she offered to Kira.
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Post by Frisby on May 9, 2009 5:55:13 GMT -5
"Um, okay," Kira mumbled. She hoped she'd know how to do everything, because Cinnamon probably wasn't up to helping her right now. The apprentice trotted over to Marblepaw and meowed, "Um, I'll help you. What exactly is wrong?"
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Post by froscogo on May 16, 2009 10:22:43 GMT -5
Marblpaw held up her freshly cleaned front paw so Kira could see. Her dark red blood was oozing over the once white paw. "I kida` got trapped under a really big thorn bush." mewed Marblepaw. She was embarrased and kept her eyes low.
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Post by froscogo on May 16, 2009 10:31:42 GMT -5
Cinnamon felt the hot heavy tear drops run over her wiskers. It was hard to breathe with her face in her dead brother but she felt as if Oj would just disappear if she left him. In her head she thought over the prophecy that Redfoot had proclaimed. Another stab of sorrow sparked inside her as she thought of her entire familly in Starclan. They had left her to be alone! No. she scolded herself, she still had Newpaw.
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Post by froscogo on May 16, 2009 10:45:08 GMT -5
Newpaw sat numbly at his father's nest. They had fun, told stories, but now Oj was gone. With a deep sigh Newpaw got up and slipped out of the camp, unseen. He broke into a run following his secret path her took almost every day. Ahead of him a thick birch tree rose from the ground. Newpaw flew up the tree and slowed down. He stopped and quietly crouched on the only branch that crossed over the river boundary. He was watching another apprentice from the enemy clan. She was mute and had stolen his heart. She was alone. When New paw was sure that his pelt had blended perfectly into the birch bark he started to sing the lullabies that his dead mother had sung to him. Newpaw had been singing to Ethre for the past moon. She was always there, alone. He was always there, alone. But now they were together.
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Post by Frisby on May 16, 2009 19:28:27 GMT -5
ooc: Beware of powerplaying! (Roleplaying someone else's character.) Its okay since we sorta discussed that, but try not to sort of control Ethre or anyone else again. I'll post for her here, I guess.
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Ethre stared silently down as the water rippled past. It was always the same, the river. Everything else in the forest couldn't be trusted. One day to the next, the tension in camp was different, the troubles faced were different, the prey flow, her father...Ethre shivered. Ravenstar...scared her sometimes. There was something about him that was off and it was impossible for her to look him squarely in the eye with such perturbed thoughts...What was wrong with Ravenstar, was that he didn't love.
Now she sat, contemplating and listening. She came to this place out of a sense of obligation. Someone cared enough about her to sing to her, and she felt morally obligated to do her part and listen. She didn't want to hurt whoever it was, but she really didn't feel anything more than that.
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Post by froscogo on May 19, 2009 16:56:54 GMT -5
ooc- sorry. bic- Newpaw finished all the songs he knew and tried to keep his crying quiet. He just couldn't stop thinking of his parents. They were gone. Nobody really knew him in the Clan. He thought for a moment. Nobody in his clan knew each other, not like a family. Customs and culture, traditions and organization was faint like an early morning mist. I think Ill talk to Skyrush about this. He thought. With a heavy sniff Newton got up and started to walk down the branch back to the tree. While stepping onto the smooth trunk he slipped. SPLASH! Newton landed into the stream.
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Post by froscogo on May 19, 2009 17:01:11 GMT -5
ooc- dont forget about Kira!!!! bic- Leaving some thyme for herself, Kira, and Marblepaw; Rayne carried the bundle out to the camp. She dropped a few leaves into Veilstar's den then carefully aranged some for Cinnamon. Now she just had to get the newest warriors.
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