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Post by KalaLuff on Mar 7, 2013 1:05:24 GMT -5
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A soft breeze blew past Sirensong as she pushed into the camp. The rest of her hunting patrol separating from each other to do their own duties. She hadn't caught much, just a small fish and a crab. The small shelled creature felt odd in her mouth. She hadn't thought she would be eating these odd creatures but prey was prey, so Sirensong brought it quietly into camp. Her eyes trailed around as she watched her fellow clanmate's swarm around. That very thought reminded her of a busy Bee Hive. A small chuckle grazed her throat as she padded forward, the image of all her clanmates as Bees seemed to amuse her greatly.
The she-cat turned gently setting the prey into it's respected pile. Her eyes glancing around as she surveyed the camp once again. Her eyes rested on Swiftstar and Frostpaw. The two seemed to be having a nice conversation. She smiled to herself, her long brown tail wrapping around her paws as she settled down. Several hunting patrols and Remarking of borders left the she-cat quite drained. Even for her spite to keep going, prove she wasn't some half clan cat anyone could mess with, she could barely stand. Her ears stood erect as she focused on her own thoughts once again, of her disappointed father and her mysterious mother. She sighed again, her thoughts drifting towards the sky. Enjoying her few moments of rest.
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Post by Hollyleaf99 on Mar 8, 2013 14:31:32 GMT -5
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The TidalClan camp lay there, quiet and yet busy. It was a silent business, every cat doing their own chores, but none of them really talking - it was late-leafbare afternoon. The snow had started to melt at last, and the TidalClanners were eagerly expecting spring time.
The snow felt uncomfortable below the young apprentice's sleep-weary paws as she staggered into the cave and flopped down beside the fresh-kill pile. On top lay a large owl, slowly dropping off the pile and threatening to land on top of her. What an image would Hazepaw be, attacked by a dead owl.
She wriggled aside a bit, so that if the bird fell she wouldn't be hit by it, and let her blue gaze wander through TidalClan camp.
All her Clanmates were on their paws, but only few looked as tired as she felt. She hadn't slept a lot this night, because she'd spent already the earliest morning beside her denmate, Milkpaw, at the cave entrance. A lush smile appeared on her face at the thought of the clumsy, adorable tomcat. She'd already befriended him after one conversation, StarClan!
At that moment, she noticed a she-cat close to the warriors' restplace, a brown tabby. Sirensong.
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Post by KalaLuff on Mar 13, 2013 21:39:50 GMT -5
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Sirensong seemed distant as she glanced up at the Tidalclan camp entrance, the sea cave entrance shielding them from the baring sun and the freezing cold. However small breezes and flash floods still somehow leaked into the cave. This very thought reminded Sirensong of the memory that always haunted her when she was an apprentice, her adopted mother Falconeyes. Drowning from a sudden wave that clashed with the camp. She remembered the loss, the pain of losing her only parent figure she had when she was younger...
Sirensong always drifted off like this, thinking too much for her young age. She was just a few moons from her warrior ceremony but she wanted to show many of her clanmates that she wasn't just some random kit that was brought to their clan. She wanted to show them she was worthy, Sirensong's usually bright green eyes wandered around the camp, she needed to rest. Think just a bit more...It wouldn't hurt right?
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Post by Hollyleaf99 on Mar 15, 2013 14:58:51 GMT -5
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Hazepaw's eyes got fixed on the young she-cat resting close by.
Interest made her ears prick, but anxiety, insecurity and shyness forced her to have them lie flat again. Do not disturb her... The young warrior seemed lost in thoughts, and not very focused on her Clan and generally her surroundings. Her green gaze remained on something far beyong what Hazepaw's blunt view could reach. Her eyes weren't capable of seeing through the darkness in Sirensong's mind.
She muttered quietly as she heaved herself up, in a weird half-backwards way, to keep her back elastic. She stretched her spine and down to her claw tips, before she walked over to the brown tabby she-cat.
She let out half a cough, simply so she'd be aware of her presence, so she'd not be startled.
She said nothing, just stood beside her and cocked her head to one side. She was really somewhere else, far off, with her mind.
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Post by KalaLuff on Mar 19, 2013 0:45:50 GMT -5
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Sirensong's mind was elsewhere not yet noticing the apprentice's approach. More thoughts and concerns came across her mind. She had met so many cats by now. In and Outside of the clan, and she was just so confused about how some of her clan could hate other cats outside of it. Most of the cats, which were mostly toms, acted quite fine with her. Even though she knew she should only be loyal to Tidalclan. How could she ever act nice to another?
Sirensong's thoughts came to a close as the she-cat turned her head. A small apprentice with a pale brown pelt stood in front of her. A smile cam instantly to her face as Sirensong' focus became apparent again. Her ears pricking forward in welcome as she curled her long tail around herself. "<b>Evening Hazepaw.</b>" She said with a smile, her eyes blinking as she looked the apprentice up and down.
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