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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 16:53:55 GMT -5
The weather seemed perfect; sunshine leaked through bright green leaves, glowing on the ground, and the warm breezes seemed to ruffle the emerald grasses.
Or, was it the wind...?
"StoneClan!" Called a young, feminine voice, and in a swift movement, a light ginger blur raced from the grasses, a fluffy ball of orange fur streaking through the woodlands, into the clearings, a distinctive snowy chest spot and two sapphire eyes distinguishible from a distance, even.
The sunny ball of ginger fur halted immediately after a minute, and as sunlight shone down on the creature's body, and caught on her light ginger fur, she looked pretty. It was a slender feline, around six moons, two sapphire eyes and a white dash on her chest, with ginger tabby fur that sparkled with sunlight.
She stood again, tail waving back and forth as her golden pads stepped forward. Her eyes glowing determinedly, she declared, "Here I come!" |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 4, 2006 17:00:07 GMT -5
Featherstar looked up from the puddle that she was lapping from and saw the kit, calling out to StoneClan. She smiled and padded over. Hello there kit. What are you doing on StoneClan territory. You obviously know that this is StoneClan, but how? I am Featherstar, the leader of StoneClan.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 17:08:55 GMT -5
Obviously, cats should know when another is a threat. Therefor, had she been a hostile cat, Tawnypaw would have raised her hackles and fluffed out her fur, arched her back and unsheathed her claws, at least jumped from surprise.
However, the golden she-cat did none of this; she smiled brightly at the she-cat, with an air of confidence and leadership about her, like a swarming aura. She smiled, whiskers twitching in friendliness. "Hiya. I'm Tawnypaw. My father was a warrior named Sunfire in this Clan, chased out by one of the old leaders. Momma wanted me to carry on some legacy he never finished. 'Sides, life as a rogue is kinda' boring."
The white on her chest shining like snow, the gold in her fur glowing like sunshine, eyes glimmering like sapphires, Tawnypaw stood, her gaze wide and innocent, childlike. She looked incredibly similar to Sunfire; the golden coat, the white on her chest, and the innocent look when he was Sunpaw.
"So, um, are you prejudice against Papa, or am I allowed to join?" Tawnypaw inquired, blinking her blue eyes for the sweet effect. |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 4, 2006 17:17:28 GMT -5
Of course you're allowed to join Tawnypaw. But, out of curiosity, what was your father's name and how old was he when the old leader drove him out? Featherstar was trying to figure out whether or not she knew this cat's father.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 18:52:24 GMT -5
The small golden tabby cat closed two blue eyes, like sky-jewels, and she blinked, thinking deeply before answering to Featherstar,
"Momma told me Papa's name was Sunfire. He was a handsome golden tabby with dark green eyes and a brave heart. He was around nineteen moons old..." She stopped there, her fur bristling as though the enemy was in front of her.
The many stories Serafina had told Tawnypaw about her father had made him seem like a hero. And she had loved nothing more than stories of her father. She blinked, wondering if she was going to tell the she-cat the rest of her story.
"Sunfire took a mate from outside the Clan named Serafina, and that's why the old leader drove him away. My father died while protecting my mother. She was kitting during the battle..." The small golden tabby blinked, turned away, and said no more. |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 5, 2006 20:46:34 GMT -5
Ah, Sunfire. I heard about your father. That leader was not as kind as our last leader. In his stories, Sunfire was made to be a trator. But I never believed he was. You are welcome in StoneClan Tawnypaw, daughter of Sunfire. If you like, I'll take you to our camp. Featherstar began to walk toward the camp, then looked back, to make she the soon-to-be StoneClan apprentice was following her.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 6, 2006 17:14:31 GMT -5
The words the kindly cat spoke was like a sweet, soft melody to Tawnypaw; she would see to it Sunfire's "destiny" would be fulfilled. She bowed pleasantly, still smiling, and she purred in a velvety tone,
"Thank you, Featherstar! I won't fail ya'! I'll be the best warrior-" She stopped awkwardly, glancing back at her new leader. "Will I get a mentor?"
The question seemed stupid; her mother Serafina told her that all kittens of her age got mentors to train them in the ways of hunting, climbing, and war, but she still seemed doubtful. She had only her rogue mother's word; and besides, what cat would want to mentor her, daughter of a "traitor"? Still, she insisted on getting trained, whether it was by StarClan or a single warrior. She would not go into a Clan untrained. Sunfire would have turned in his grave. |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 7, 2006 5:02:54 GMT -5
Featherstar stopped. Of course, she laughed, how silly for me to forget. Yes, you will have a mentor, though I'm not sure who at the moment. Maybe Dragonpelt, she thought, He'd be good. But don't worry, I wouldn't have any of StoneClan's cats going into battle, or even out to hunt untrained.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 7, 2006 6:25:49 GMT -5
Sunlight-gold fur gleaming, sky-blue eyes shining, Tawnypaw nodded excitedly. "Thank you, Featherstar!"
She glanced forward, crying out excitedly, "To the camp!"
Serafina had told Tawnypaw that the warriors of StoneClan, DuskClan, MistClan and TreeClan lived in small areas called camps, with dens to shelter the warriors when darktime arrived, for the nursing queens, for the young apprentices, the honorable elders, the medicine cat, and the leader.
She bounced forward with incredible fatigue, and when she halted for a reason known only to her, her ear flattened, then perked. She turned back to where Featherstar sat, and she smiled innocently.
"Er, where is your camp?" |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 9, 2006 7:49:55 GMT -5
Featherstar chuckled slightly. That way, she said, pointing her tail in the opposite direction of where the kit was going. The tabby leader then rose and began walking. Follow me. When we get to camp you cat meet all the other apprentices and warriors. And, of course, your mentor.
//Since there's a Gathering going on right now, if you want, you can wait to post in the camp until they get back. Or, talk with the cats not going to the Gathering. There's not to many of them though.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 9, 2006 7:53:47 GMT -5
Alright, Featherstar... I kind of want to roleplay Tawnypaw right now. Just in the mood. Who all are not going to the Gathering? Oh, and sorry... for the, uh, crap post.
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The small golden she-cat nodded excitedly, bright blue orbs glowing, and she streaked ahead of Featherstar.
"StoneClan! Here I come!"
Golden pads carried her with the speed of a cheetah, flashing eyes mimicing those of a proud lion, tabby striped pelt glowing like a tiger's, and silent speed like that of a panther.
When she was only a tiny, bumbling, happy kit. Or, actually, an apprentice of StoneClan. |
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Post by Featherstar on Sept 9, 2006 7:59:27 GMT -5
Snowstripe Dragonpelt Lostpaw Brindlepaw Loveless Chainless Blindsong They are going. So everyone else isn't. Go make friends!  |
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