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Post by PaiintyButt on Feb 18, 2013 13:27:37 GMT -5
As days seemed to drag on longer, Thistlefur usually became bored after the days 'work' if you will. After coming back to camp with fresh kill, not just once but several times, made her legs ache from over usage. She was beginning to question the meaning of life and the meaning of love. No love was shown to her except by her parents and siblings, but even she had grown away from them.
Maybe the rude warriors were right, maybe she didnt belong in the clans. Every cat was meant for some kind of purpose - oh starclan; even those mouse brained two-legs have a purpose! But she was all too well unaware of her's...
This is what she thought of as she padded over by the Raggedclan border. Last time she had tried there for hunting, she had been quite successful so she thought to try it again. She was not surprised at the sound of tiny feet scuffling across the forest floor. Unlike most Tidalclanners; she didnt feel claustrophobic in the woodland area and didn't mind climbing tree's; something that also set her apart from the others... besides her large amount of siblings of course.
Hunching down into a crouch, she launched herself in the direction of the sounds of prey, seconds later she had the dead animal in her jaws. She muttered a prayer o Starclan, but of course hesitating to make sure no one was about. Okay, another thing that made her different. She had a larger belief in Starclan then most.
Walking to deposit her prey, she noticed how closely she was to the border Tidalclan shared with Raggedclan. Not watching where she was going, she instantly tripped over a thick tree root, making her tumble over the border and onto Raggedclan territory. She tried to pick herself up, but she sprained her ankle. Relief of still having the mouse in her jaws came, then terror. On no.
She was on Raggedclan's territory..defenseless and carrying prey that would now smell of Raggedclan.
Oh starclan, save me now, she prayed.
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Post by Allizia on Feb 18, 2013 14:55:27 GMT -5
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Day in, Day out, the same patrols, the same duties, the same life of a clan cat. Most would get bored by this dull life, but not the leader of RaggedClan. He appreciated the repetative nature of his position, because it meant everything was running smoothly. As a warrior, he often fretted about the dull ness, worried somethign would happen to break it. And he was often right. Now he just longed for the day to continue in the same manner as the day previous to this one, and to keep the clan going strong.
Earlier that day Quailstar had led a patrol through the mountians and the group had brought back a significant amount of prey, having discovered a nest, eggs cold and abandoned. The eggs had provided a nice change of pace, and fed a large amount of the clan. Happy now, he had left Hailfeather to arrange the mid day patrols and gone off on his own. Instinct told him to head to TidalClan territory's border, though he wasn't sure why. But he had learned long ago to trust those instincts, they tended to save his life.
Now he walked calmly, large furred paws keeping him from sinking too far into the snow on the ground as he left the volcano's side and entered into the stretch of forest in their territory. He caught the scent of TidalClan, and knew well enough tht it wasn't just a passing patrol on their territory. His whiskers twitched as he caught the scent again, this time laced with a slight amount of fear scent. He followed the trail and discovered its origin, a Tidal Clan warrior who lay on RaggedClan's side of the border. A mouse clenched in her jaws, she was staring around her with wide eyes. Wondering why she didn't just get up, the kind leader stepped forwards, letting his presence be known.
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Post by PaiintyButt on Feb 18, 2013 15:22:28 GMT -5
Thistlefur of course laid on the forest floor for the rest of the time, letting her bad leg rest for a rather dreadful journey to come. She didnt know why or how, but of course the wind was hitting them and going forward. Just bad luck... she mumbled, knowing all too well either way a cat would find her holding what they think is stolen prey. The story began to unfold in her mind and she groaned out. Being taken into their camp, being held prisoner in some stupid volcano waiting to explode. Begging for her own clan to trade with them; but they refusing. Spending the rest of her life as a prisoner cooped up in hostile territory.
But, Thistlefur knew she had a wild imagination. No such thing would happen! The worst that could happen is she is framed for something she obviously didnt do, which is better then being held captive for the rest of her life.
Taking a deep breathe, she propped herself up so that she sat, but with her leg out. Her ears pricked and the mouse still lay in her jaws. A sneaking suspicion snuck up on her and then; a growl could be heard from the pit of her stomach. This coudlnt get any worse- she was hungry; very hungry.
Instincts told her not to eat it yet though, for some thing was to come. Probably Starclan giving her a hint some person was coming because they felt bad she was so clumsy and doomed. She snorted, but kept the mouse in her jaws, too tired to do anything but wait.
And soon enough she heard paw steps, barely audible to hear. She wouldn't have heard them, if she had been thinking to herself. Good thing she had cleared her thoughts. It would really suck to be surprised by the cat.
Sniffing, Thistlefur coudl detect it was none other then Raggedclan; which wasn't such a surprise. She looked around quickly, flipping her head back and forth, waiting for the cat to appear. When he did, she practically leapt up in surprise, but her leg hurt too bad.
Watching him, she slowly scanned him over, taking in information and trying to figure out exactly who he was and if he was indeed a threat. Sadly; his identity was revealed easily, making Thistlefur nervous and jumpy. This was their CLAN LEADER.
Oh starclan! Save me now!
Thistlefur whimpered, but realized she was being watched by not anyone; but a high ranked cat. She had to show she was tough and could take a beating; or she was dead meat! Yet the sympathy card would be much easier..and she was sooo tired.
She laid her body down to gaze up at him. "I hurt my paw." she informed him. "After catching the mouse in my territory. I tumbled into here and been unable to walk."
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Post by Allizia on Feb 18, 2013 15:44:04 GMT -5
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The tom stood still, tall and proud as the warrior looked and finally noticed him. He heard the sound of breath being inhaled, and knew she was scenting the air. He waited a moment, knowing his identity would come to the TidalClan cat soon enough, and sure enough, the tell tale widening of the eyes occurred and the slight freeze of the cat before him.
His ears, accustomed to picking up echos in the stone territory, heard the soft whimper coming from the cat on the floor and sat down, waiting till she found her composure. He could smell RaggedClan on that mouse in her jaws, but it was so faint, he automatically knew she hadn't caught it in their territory. So he waited, knowing she would give him an explination. If he believed it, good for her, If not, well then she had better have a reason for lying to a leader.
"I tumbled into here and been unable to walk"
As he listened, he knew she was telling the truth. He could even look across the border and see exactly where she had fallen. "Watch out for those roots. In the snow, you can hardly see them. Need some help up?" He offered help, but made no move towards her. Didn't want to seem like he was attacking. He smiled slightly, her reaction almost reminding him of someone.
"Reminds me of my sister, the way you acted. She tried to be strong too. And like her, I'm sure you have strength hidden deep in your paws, waiting to pull it out, should you require it."
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Post by PaiintyButt on Feb 18, 2013 20:05:30 GMT -5
After speaking up, she had the encouragement to look him in the eyes and hold his gaze but for a few seconds- intill she of course looked away. Challenging a leader would be rather bad; and didnt want to be on bad terms with the other clans. Sure they were enemies, but all 3 had things in come. Like surviving, and putting the queens and kittens first..? She mentally shook her head to clear the thoughts and looked back to him.
She watched him study what she had said, and quickly drew to a conclusion. her ears flattened and she took a un dominant stance, to show he was boss and she was not. Something dogs did too- but alas cats always reminded her she acted like a dog. Usually she;d have her tongue out lolling in the wind, and she'd stretch up her legs to clean herself more then occasionally.
Thistlefur didnt relax intill Quailstar nodded to her, adding a somewhat humiliating, to her, yet entertaining comment. "Thank you, but im fine." she sniffed, picking herself up only to grimace, letting her face twist into what spoke of pain. Sure it didnt hurt that bad; but it still hurt!
"Your sister?" her ears perked up and she rolled her eyes at him, with a small giggle that escaped her maw. "I remind you of your sister?" she shrugged. "Hmm well thanks anyway. You kinda remind me of my mom. Nice and kind, and respectful. All that good stuff I guess." she grumbled, at the thought of her mother lecturing her when she got home. Of course she would tell her! She told her mother everything and anything.
"Your not too shabby yourself." she sniffed, flicking her tail to show it was a compliment.
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