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Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 11, 2006 18:39:17 GMT -5
Can't you see the shimmer?
How come you won't see a glimmer?
Don't tell me its the glow you missed?
Which one;
Why, the jewel of the mist.
Grass rustled; leaves tumbled; stars glowed like silver flame, like a metallic inferno. The round, full moon shed its frosty shine over the treetops, over the grasstips, and over the shining pelt of the passing shadow below.
The shapely figure, lean, muscles rippling through lithe, strong limbs, obviously trained to climb, to run, to hunt, and many other things unbeknownst to anybeast but herself. Fur, sleek and shining, with a strange gleam to it, as if the moonlight hitting the streaks of silver, hidden in a coat of light gray, was a code, a signal.
But for what?
Two large, round eyes, shining with a luminous sparkle, of icy fire or fiery ice; which ever it was, it was both hot and cold as once. A long, curling tail waved briskly in the air. The shining, stark-white glow of moonlight caught the pale irises of her eyes, and anyone who caught that glance would have gave a start of surprise.
This creature's eyes were the color of fresh, shining lilac petals, drifting over murky pond waters, like a jewel in a heap of trash. These bright, glowing eyes, fixed on something ahead of the drifting shadow, were a beautiful lavender color.
Unusual? I prefer the word unique.
The beautiful, but mysterious creature stood, letting the moonlight bathe her coat, picking out the odd hairs and streaks of silver, and even some of ivory, a beautiful stripe of fresh snow here and there. One of this creature's paws were pure black; it was the front right paw, to be exact.
The mammal had a beautifully shaped body, a magnificent figure, entrancing eyes, and with the sparkle of starlight in her fur, she was a gorgeous creature. The feline crept quietly, suddenly raising her head, twitching her ears, and glancing around.
A flood of different cat scent hit her glands like spitfire; she recoiled from the mouselength she had stepped, and stared hard at the boundary between freedom and peril. Hesitating, the fae delicately placed her black paw forward, shining with glossy texture, almost as pretty as the night sky above her gray, silver, and white form.
Two pure lavender eyes sought something that was barely distinguishible from the dark shadows of midnight. She waved the tip of her tail, her pale, purple eyes narrowing into demonic slits. Something was moving out there.
And I'll bet my black foot it isn't friendly, the beautiful femora thought bitterly, drawing the coal-black paw back unconciously.
Nevermind. This is my favorite paw.
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 11, 2006 20:51:23 GMT -5
ooc| Aaaaand you get a cookie for such a beautiful post. <3
I think I'm gonna let Hawkclaw accept you in. Because.
One: I'm lazy.
Two: He's quite the charmer.
Three: If Sabrestar walked in first she'd probably chase Lavender out of the her territory.  !
Three: I'm too tired. xD
I'm in love with the last line of that post, by the way. Kudos for you. (:
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Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 12, 2006 6:15:24 GMT -5
xD Thank you for the compliments, Sabrestar. You go on being lazy.
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Post by Bane on Sept 12, 2006 12:02:32 GMT -5
Slide. Step. Pounce. Squawk.
Such was the rythmic tune of the death of a sparrow, innocently perched on a low branch, chirping it's bed-time tune. Begging for a mate, or was it begging to be found and killed? Murdered in the dead of the night - it was like a murder mystery, except we all know who the murderer was. Young Hawkclaw, gliding through the DuskClan undergrowth as if he were a ballerina. So elegantly did he slide from shadow to shadow, that he could have been mistaken for one.
So elegant, yet so deadly.
He landed with perfect ease, the sparrow clutched within his powerful jaws. Blood seeped from the sparrow's wounds, staining his maw a crimson red - leaving a trail of blood on the thirsty ground. His long tail followed after him, and he stood, padding forward as if nothing had just happened. Amber orbs were lit up with mischief and pride, and the young tom dropped the dead bird on the ground, scraping dirt over it as if he'd just done his business. Well, he had just done his business. He was working for the business of death.
It was late, yes, but Hawkclaw could never get to sleep at night. He always spent his time hunting. Rarely did he come across any newcomers - but today seemed to be different. As soon as the sparrow was buried under a mound of dirt and the blood licked from his jowls, he picked up an unknown scent, the chilled wind sending it his way. Not a Clan cat. A short snort - he hated this business of accepting members. But it had to be done. The tortoiseshell shook himself briefly, then swiftly followed the scent.
"'Why lady, what massive eyes you have.' and you say 'All the better for seeing you with.' That's how it goes, according to the fairy tale."
Thus came a smooth voice, tinged with youth and mischief, tainted with curses of death. It was a strong voice - masculine, and certainly charming. Following the voice came the tom, amber orbs slit and glowing in the moonlight. His large, strong body followed. Strong, yet equally sleek. Muscles flexed underneath a well-cleaned black tortoiseshell pelt. He moved with elegance, as always. He moved like a dancer.
"In other words, might I compliment you on those entrancing lavender eyes? And sculpted so perfectly into that beautiful face. Tell me, why does one of such beauty travel into our lands at such a late time? Cats such as you should demand their beauty sleep."
That mischievous, yet charming smile. He stopped infront of the she-cat, his large body almost dwarfing hers. He looked directly into her eyes - in a trance, yet keeping alert. Suddenly, he seemed to enjoy the acceptance of new members.[/size]
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Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 12, 2006 17:18:10 GMT -5
I <3 Hawkclaw!
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A voice, smooth and warm as burning silk, reached her auds, and they flattened in case of attack. As the bulk of tortoiseshell, muscle, sinew, handsome dappled pelt, she couldn't help but smile.
Quite the charmer, I see, she purred, tailtip flicking, then her long gray tail with a single white streak wrapped around her paws. Unconciously she drew her black paw close to her mouth, and her tongue slid out, grooming it rythmatically.
After a few seconds, she drew the dark foot and laced a gray and white tail over it. In seconds she was smiling again. Odd eyes with a pale, amethyst fire gleamed in the moonlight. A magnificent body, the silver luminous and the white like frost, she meowed pleasantly, Thank you for your compliments, sir. I was just passing through; nothing truly special.
Narrowing two eyes full of lavender passion, she lifted her black paw again, but put it down in front of her sitting position, then stretched a gray paw with one white fleck on the toe, then a paw tinged with chrome-silver, then began to slither forward like a beautiful snake.
Anyhow, she continued, I hope you don't mind my intruding.
Despite her friendly actions, those ears stayed glued flat to her head. The killer instinct she'd was born and bred with, that she'd been taught, hadn't faded after the few years of her birth. If this cat wanted to fight, she would, but grudgingly.
Such a pretty face!
...And I still like my paws. Even my gray ones.
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Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 15, 2006 6:50:24 GMT -5
xx Ah, I'm not one for being impatient. So. Don't think of this as impatience; think of it as making sure the bored isn't forgotten.
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Post by Bane on Sept 15, 2006 10:19:11 GMT -5
(ooc| Sorry xD New year means lots of homework. <3)
A handsome, yet devilish smile. Hawkclaw's head lowered slightly, yet his bright amber orbs kept fixed on the beauty before him. Merely passing through as she was. Hawkclaw would be inclined to let her go without question, yet he knew it was frowned upon for other clan cats or even rogues to trespass on Clan territory. And besides, why would he want to let such a kitty go free, without offering her shelter under DuskClan? My, what a divine idea.
"Please, call me Hawkclaw," he grinned mischievously, flexing his talon-like claws at the same time. Just to show the reason for such a name. "And while I do not mind you trespassing, I have to wonder where you might be going to? Do you have a home? Another group of cats you live with?"
He doubted that, seeing as he scented no other cats on her, no clan scent. Just her scent, and what a brilliant scent that was. Like a perfume.
"This land is of DuskClan territory. The leanest, bravest, fearless warriors live here, ruled by who can only be described as the angel of satan. And we couldn't see such a pretty kitty leave here homeless. How do your fighting skills fare? You could be just the cat we're looking for... sorry, I don't think I caught your name?"[/size]
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Post by lavendersparkle on Sept 15, 2006 17:19:19 GMT -5
The beautiful she-cat blinked.
Her silver, white and fluffy light gray coat seemed to glitter silkenly with pleasure that this cat was asking of her skills. It seemed as though she was anticipating the question.
Taking the words in like a fresh breeze of cool air, she smiled thinly, a grim, curved line upon her lips, as she spoke softly, Well. My fighting skills are... how do you say... fair? Lenient? Lethal?
She gave a soft laugh. Well, I'm sure Duskclan's the finest there is. I am staring at the strongest warrior, I'm sure. If I am what you're looking for, I'll be pleased to join, she clucked, her tail waving.
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then let a soft, lethal grin form upon those angelic lips. I go by Lavender in the land of the rogues. She, herself, was still trying to get her tongue around the strange name of Hawkclaw. Frowning, she meowed,
Every group has a custom. Why are your names strange? Certainly I shouldn't change my name to Lavenderclaw?
Her eyes glittered radiantly, their amethyst iris shining like pearl-colored tears.
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Post by Bane on Sept 17, 2006 15:16:39 GMT -5
Her voice... he was lost in it for a moment, before at her question, he gave a short laugh and grinned. It was true, their names were weird. He had never questioned it though, for he'd grown up with that as the custom way of naming. Here, he better explain to this pretty little kitty.
"Our names are slightly weird, yes. Don't ask me why they're like that - I just follow the code, I don't know why it's there. You see, when a kitten is born into a clan, they will be given their name, with kit at the end. For example, I would be Hawkkit.
At 6 moons, our kittens become what is called an apprentice. They then are given the ending 'paw', for example Hawkpaw. They will be trained by warriors, until they themselves are ready to become a warrior. They will then be given their own unique ending. There are endless names that can be used - Hawkclaw, Hawkwing, Hawkfrost, Hawkflame, whatever. Only clan leaders have a different last part of their name - they are named star, like Hawkstar, to represent the power they have over the other cats. Making any sense?"
He grinned, having explained as good as he possibly could. He personally didn't like his name, but his home clan had been unoriginal in naming. He was stuck with it now anyway, and it wasn't all bad, he supposed. Going back onto subject, Hawkclaw's amber orbs took one swift observation of Lavender. He didn't doubt her skills as a fighter - her muscles were well developed, her body sleek and she showed signs of experience. He didn't feel up for a battle, anyway. He grinned and nodded, carrying on once more.
"You may keep your name as it is, if you wish. Or you could choose your own, unique warrior name. That is, if you're planning on joining our clan?"[/size]
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