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Post by Frisby on Aug 11, 2009 11:21:34 GMT -5
Skyrush silently watched from where he stood, hidden. He'd move upriver, where they'd already covered, and cross there. But first...
The tom scented the air and quietly moved away from the river until he found a garlic patch. He laid down in it, rolling around until his VelareClan scent was greatly diminished and disguised. Skyrush coughed and wrinkled his nose, then padded closer to the river, heading his point of crossing. It was far enough away from the other cats that they wouldn't see or hear him, and the river would further take care of his scent.
The tom held his breath and slid into the water, gritting his teeth at its icy claws. He submerged his whole body, and then opened his eyes. To his surprise, though it initially burned, he could see a little. The warrior sank his claws into the riverbed and waited as his scent was completely erased.
When he could hold his breath no longer, the tom numbly crawled to the other riverbank and raised his head above the water. He panted for a few minutes, blinking water from his eyes, before he slipped from the river and dashed off across the grassy UccelloClan territory.
*switch boards*
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Post by froscogo on Aug 12, 2009 12:34:50 GMT -5
Newpaw snuck out of camp and raced as fast as he could to the herb garden. Instead of jumping down a steep hill, the white cat slid down it. The red-clay dust covered him. Now he smelled like a mole and looked like a fluffy red dust bunnie! He panted as the crater came up into veiw. "Ethre? Mudd? Are you there? he wispered once inside the garden. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dragontooth slowed down and caught his breath before walking through the bramble passage. Mabey Stagears would have done the stalling thing better. No! he told himself, I can do this, I just need to be creative. Taking a deep breath, praying to O.j., Dragontooth stepped into the sunny camp. He thought his plan for a moment. The only cats patroling now were his brothers and Newpaw and Skyrush, since they weren't here. Marblepaw wasn't going to go anywhere, and the three curers went to the garden yesterday to get herbs, so they didn't need to go anywhere right now. Veilstar and Mist would most likely stay in camp, sooo that left.... nobody! He just had to make sure that Veilstar and Mist stayed put.
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Post by Frisby on Aug 12, 2009 16:35:10 GMT -5
Ethre blinked awake as Newpaw's voice brought her out of sleep. The tyro began to grin when she saw that he was covered in dust. Of course we're here.
Glancing over to Mudd, she saw that her sister was still asleep.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 18:12:38 GMT -5
Foxwit and Stagears slowly walked back to camp. They were exhausted from covering the sent all day. In the end, they had followed the scent to the herb garden. The second they set paw inside the garden a flying brown creature smashed into Foxwit and caterwauled threateningly at Stagears once he had pinned down Foxwit. Foxwit started to chuckle when he realized the brown furry creature was Newpaw. "Relax, kid, its only us," snickered Foxwit.
Stagears stared confusedly at the bundle of cats. "Why no moving--everything okay, Fox?"
Stagears looked around him and saw the other two cats, the ones they had scented earlier. "Kitties!" Stagears exclaimed.
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Post by Frisby on Aug 14, 2009 18:24:09 GMT -5
Ethre looked up in alarm at the newcomers. They won't kick us out--will they? She got to her paws and fell into a defensive position at first, but then they didn't seem hostile. She glanced over at Newpaw, wondering if it was save, and then over at Mudd, who awoke.
"What's going on?" she whispered, looking at Ethre for assurance.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 18:28:07 GMT -5
Stagears was so happy to finally see the kitties that they had been hiding the scent of, that he ran over to them, exclaiming, "Oh--you are the kitties! I finally meet kitties I smell blood too--Which kitty got boo-boo?"
Foxwit laughed at Stagears and then laughed more when he saw how dirty Newpaw was.
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Post by Frisby on Aug 14, 2009 19:30:34 GMT -5
Ethre looked at Stagears, truly bewildered and frightened by his childish language and appearance. She blinked at him and then noted the other cat in the background. From his scent she knew he was a cat, even though his appearance said otherwise. His seemingly lighthearted demeanor comforted her a little, and her fear drained away.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 19:36:15 GMT -5
Foxwit suddenly turned serious and it startled Newpaw. "We simply must return to camp before Veilstar catches on--we won't tell her anything of course--You'll just have to explain your redness." His emotions had suddenly switched again, and he let out a deep bellowing laugh.
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Newpaw was reluctant, but saw the logic in Foxwit's point. He shot a longing look at Ethre, but then turned to the older clancat. "Alright."
He padded over to Ethre and quietly meowed, "If there's anything you need, I'll always be there for you."
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Post by Frisby on Aug 14, 2009 19:41:19 GMT -5
Ethre nodded stiffly to Newpaw, feeling slightly disconcerted. She watched him and the others go, and although she didn't appreciate his oodling over her, she did feel a little lonely when everyone had left. Her eyes turned to her sister and she sighed before closing her eyes and trying to sleep again. Later they'd have to go hunting, but she didn't feel like it now.
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Veilstar looked up sharply as the cats returned to camp. She was slightly curious about Newpaw's messy pelt, but no--that didn't matter. Leaping down from her perch she curtly meowed, "Newpaw, go get Marblepaw--I need you to patrol now."
No one could miss the odd, paranoid lilt in her voice.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 19:43:42 GMT -5
Dragontooth sighed luxuriously and laid down on the ground on the spot. He had been pestering and annoying Veilstar for what seemed moons, and now it felt great to finally shut up.
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Newpaw gasped and stuttered, "But Marblepaw's in no condition to go anywhere right now--I could just patrol by myself..."
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Post by Frisby on Aug 14, 2009 19:46:52 GMT -5
Veilstar's gaze hardened. "Hasn't your mentor taught you the thirteenth law of the warrior code? The leader's word is law! And have you forgotten what honorless fleabags UccelloClan cats are? If you ran into one of those by yourself, you'd stand no chance!" Her voice became a snarl. "Now get Marblepaw and get out there!!"
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 19:58:04 GMT -5
Newpaw bit down on his tongue so hard that it started to bleed. Keeping his eyes low, he turned around with his tail sweeping the ground and hurried into the Curer's cave. He took a spare most nest and completely ripped it to shreds while cursing under his breath. After a while Newpaw sat panting heavily in the dusty cloud of ripped up moss. "Uh, sorry about that Cinnamon--I had to rip up something that wouldn't get me in too much trouble," he mewed. "Veilstar just severely ordered me to patrol the whole territory with Marblepaw."
Cinnamon's claws slid out of all four paws and her tail fluffed up. "Did you tell her that Marblepaw is in no fit condition?" she hissed through her teeth.
"I told her that, but she got really mad at me." "Did she mention the warrior code thing?" "Yeah, pretty much."
Cinnamon cussed under her breath. She took some honey and spread them on one side of four sage leaves, then stuck one on each of Marblepaw's feet.
Marblepaw gasped and looked up at Cinnamon. "How am I gonna patrol? Th-this is--My feet are no where near being healed..."
The Curer gave her a stern look and said, "You'd be surprised how quickly honey can heal a wound. You'll be especially prone to healing now, since we've been using you for our assessment. Just--don't step in the water."
Marblepaw and Newpaw dejectedly trotted out of the den through the bramble passage, and began to patrol.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 20:09:46 GMT -5
Cinnamon padded down to the underground pool in her cave followed by the apprentices. They all lowered their heads and sipped from the cool water before falling into a unnatural sleep.
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Post by Frisby on Aug 14, 2009 20:36:00 GMT -5
Kira awoke in the middle of an endless field. The sky was cloudy, and that gave her an odd feeling, but she soon forgot it when she realized that no, they were not at all alone. The plain was crowded with the forms of former warriors, leaders, curers...Tyros and kits, maybe even rouges, though she doubted it. Dustcoat and Smokeyeyes stepped forwards from the crowd, as the most distinguished past medicine cats. Her eyes widened with amazement for Cinnamon had told them of these cats many a time. They spoke.
"Kira, and Rayne, you both have trained hard for many moons under the instruction of our dear Cinnamon. Something flashed in there eyes, like sorrow. "Now it is time for you to become full fledged curers. Rayne, Kira, do you promise to stand up for what is right, defend those who cannot defend themselves, and care for your clanmates to the end of your time in your world?"
Kira spoke first. Her voice trembled with excitement. "Yes, I do." "Would you like to receive a new name to commemorate your new rank in your clan?" "Yes." "Then from now on you will be known as Aspenfire. May StarClan light your path as a curer." "Rayne, would you like a new name as well?" "Then from now on you will be called Willowrain. Troubling times await you, but with your bright spirits you will prevail."
With those haunting words, the vision faded, and Aspenfire awoke to darkness.
Beside her, Cinnamon still lay in a deep sleep. Willowrain's eyes betrayed her excitement, and in their joy, they left their mentor by the water and headed out towards the main part of the den.
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Post by froscogo on Aug 14, 2009 20:49:20 GMT -5
YAWNNN BUBOO! HAZ AWOKEN. FEEL DA WRATH OF HAF SLEEP BUBOO.
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