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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 31, 2008 1:03:57 GMT -5
Flowers color her fur...
The tall she-cat leaped to the top of the high rock, ready to begin the clan anew. War had ravaged the clans and many lives had been lost. Despite the pain in her heart, Lillystar knew she had to move on for the good of the cats she thought of like family.
"Would all cats of my clan, able to, please assemble beneath the high rock for a clan meeting?!" she cried. "We have much to discuss and many ceremonies long overdue! |
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Post by Battledream on Jul 31, 2008 22:20:18 GMT -5
It was sad, when one looked ay it, but there would be cats missing from this meeting. The mammoth deputy padded forward comfortable from the entrance of the camp, having just returned from patrol upon hearing Lillystar’s call. How long had it been since the last meeting? Perhaps too long.
Perhaps too long.
No other cats had responded as of yet, but that was alright. Soon they would be trickling forward to head their leader’s words, and perhaps even apprentices would be appointed. The kits were growing old enough. Hm. Or even warrior’s made, Dodgepaw had certain shaped up to be quite the young tom since the war, even though he remained completely humble and shy at heart.
Battledream settled close to Lillystar, looking up at her leader and simply waiting for the meeting to fully begin. |
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Warrior 
Mistclan Warrior
x.broken[wings]
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Post by Dodgestrike on Jul 31, 2008 22:34:43 GMT -5
Only a few minutes after Battledream, young Dodgepaw followed her into the camp; their patrol had been quite successful - they had scared off a quartet of young rogues that had been skulking around Mistclan borders looking for trouble. It did much to boost the tom’s confidence, much of which he had lost upon finding his father’s mutilated remains back on the battlefield. But had he really lost everything? Blinks, looking around the camp with wide blue eyes, Dodgepaw realized that he was actually early. Oh my. He might have lost his family…but hadn’t he gained one too? He did love the clan with a strange sort of passion that was so different then he understood; a fiery loyalty that only grew deeper as each day passed.
Smiling softly and giving Lillystar a gentle, and respectful, nod of greeting the apprentice sat a decent distance away, just too shy to sit up close with Battledream. No…no, that wasn’t his place; he was quite fine and comfortable sitting in the back~ |
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Post by .::Umberwings on Jul 31, 2008 22:45:22 GMT -5
Oh…a meeting. As she was close to her due date, Umberwings had been keeping close to her den – sending out either Starpaw or one of her siblings whenever she needed some herbs for her stockpile. The young cats were happy and eager to please, always bringing a bit of joy to the tiny little medicine cat whenever she spoke with them. But today, meeting or not, was to be no different then any other day. Instead of going to join the slowly gathering cats, she laid down right by her den – just watching as cat after cat drew closer.
Starpaw and Murderkit were close by, Umberwings could see them from her position. She kept an all too careful eye on the sturdily built tom – still carrying his kit name even though he was nearing full grown. But he was just so dangerous…just so stable…she didn’t trust him anywhere near her young niece. And Starpaw seemed unaware of the danger, playing with a few leaves right next to the vicious tom. Rising to her paws again, the medicine cat prepared herself to go and fetch the little white cat, maybe not so little because she was already nearly as big as she was, but something drew the apprentice away and over close to Lillystar and the others, and Murderkit just stayed put where he was away from everyone else. Breathing a sight of relief, Umberwings took up her stop near her den; just relaxing as she waited for everything to start. |
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Post by Bristleclaw on Aug 1, 2008 9:32:50 GMT -5
Bristleclaw padded out from the warriors' den, her tail dragging. Though they had lost many, she was most upset about her closest friend, Wishclaw's disappearance. Not long after the war had ended, the slightly insane she-cat had left without telling any cat. It had hurt Bristleclaw deeply.
But she still sat in the meeting, although a bit closer to the back than normal. She watched all of the apprentices, Starpaw, Tealpaw, Dodgepaw, emerge from the apprentices' den. Little -- not so little, actually -- evil Murderkit, too. She snorted at the sight of the nearly fullgrown tom. Bristleclaw almost looked around for Wishclaw when she remembered.
A tortoiseshell streak flew out of the apprentices' den. Tealpaw's big, bright eyes were wide with anxiety, excitement, anticipation. Would he be made a warrior? Oh, he hoped so. What would his name be? Maybe something like Tealmuscle. That would be silly. He knew if he suggested a name like that to one of his sisters, they'd say he was stupid.
Spotting Starpaw, Tealpaw purred and darted over to his sister. "Hey, Starpaw! How are you? Are you excited? I sure am," he mewed, nudging her soft white shoulder with his black nose.
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I G N I T I O N into a B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l L I F E
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Post by Firetheory on Aug 1, 2008 11:15:20 GMT -5
It would be a sad Clan Meeting indeed.
In the camp, it had grown warm and even a little humid from the shelter they had, cooled only by the roar of the waterfall. Lillystar had called the clan to her as Firetheory lay close to the waterfall, letting the mist rest over his long red fur, also in the hopes to hear the wind from here... It was no good, the waterfall was too loud, and too calm a greenleaf day.
Still, the mist cooled him down, and he trotted into the meeting with his fur sticking up in spikes, dripping lightly. He swung his gaze up and around for Shadowstreak, but to no avail. She appeared not to have arrived for the time being. He took a calm seat near the back of the group, ears perked for Lillystar's announcements.
As soon as Umberwings had strayed from the Medicine Cats den, where he was dozing, he raised his head with a bewildered expression. Where was Umberwings? He gave a sleep-induced stare at the group before it hit him.
... Right.
... A meeting.
Rustshade had stayed awake for long hours, looking after Umberwings, and hissing at any that looked at her in any way other than one of a Medicine Cat. Unusual in itself was that she was pregnant with his kits, and already he looked harassed at the prospect that they had broken the code.
What a good little father he was, though, hardly straying far from her side or from the den itself. He may have attacked any who pried into the matter... Did he? He couldn't remember. He was running on so little sleep these past few weeks. He was mildly suprised the tiny she hadn't chased him from the den yet.
... Or had she? He couldn't remember.
He padded into the group, his shaggy fur making him look an exceptional amount bigger than he really was before taking a seat next to Umberwings, unaware of the little murderous tom. Instead, he sniffed at her, ears back.
Areyoualrightareyoubreathingareyouokayyoubetterbedoyouwantsomethinganyherbsany- Relax, Rustshade. With all these questions, i'm surprised she hasn't already broken into hyperventilation Firetheory said kindly behind the fidgety tom. Rustshade gave a sheepish grin in Firetheory's direction, lapsing into solemn silence, giving mutinous glares in any who appeared to be looking in their direction. Poor Rustshade needed to catch up on sleep.
[I'm sorry Umber. XD I feel bad for the poor girl.]
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Post by WindPaw on Aug 1, 2008 22:40:47 GMT -5
Windpaw came through the entrance of the camp with a juicy vole in her jaws. She went over to the Fresh-kill pile and hear the leader yell. She immediately got to her paws and went under the High-Rock and looked up at the leader.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Aug 1, 2008 23:12:49 GMT -5
In the shadows...
The tabby she-cat padded slowly into the center of the stony, MistClan camp. Damp with moisture from her trip to the pools, her fur sparkled in the midday sun that filtered in through the open spaces in the roof. Her badly mauled leg was still on the mend, but her walking had improved by leaps and bounds. She would always have a grisly scar on her neck from Anarchy's vicious jaws, but she would wear it with pride. Defending her best friend's kits from danger, she'd fended off a bloodthirsty rogue, and amazingly lived to tell the tale.
As she passed into the middle of the camp, she realized that a meeting must have been called. Her clanmates were rapidly gathering in the clearing and she quickly obliged her leader. Noticing Firetheory sitting on the fringes, along with Umberwings and Rustshade, she made her way over to them. Of all the cats in the clan, besides her leader of course, these were the cats Shadowstreak loved best. Her ailing leg made the going slow, but in a few moments she was standing in their midst.
"Afternoon all," she mewed, sounding far more cheerful than she had in moons. "Dear Umberwings, you are having quite a few aren't you?!" These last words were spoken in a whisper, for she knew the gravity of them. Settling herself beside Firetheory, she began grooming her fur back into neatness, awaiting the begin of true conversation. |
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Post by Duskwingflight on Aug 2, 2008 11:32:23 GMT -5
Squirrelpaw sprinted foreword after he realized that Lillystar called a meeting. "Late again..." Squirrelpaw mumbled softly to himself. But the young tom quickly realized that he was on time. His tail twitched eagerly awaiting the meeting. He picked a random spot in the clearing and sat down.
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Post by Onyxdart on Aug 20, 2008 0:14:20 GMT -5
Andromeda skidded into camp on two feet. She sat back on her hind legs and nearly flipped over backwards. The she-cat had been in quite a hurry to get to the meeting, realizing she was going to be late otherwise. The quiet Mistclan warrior stopped for a moment and then padded forward to sit with the others, looking around quietly for Medium. She wasn't sure where he'd gone, but he was bound to turn up eventually. Right?
Yellowflower was even quieter than the grey ragdoll cat that came skidding into camp late. The little she-cat padded quietly from the bushes, smiled absentmindedly at anyone who looked at her, and sat primly by the rest of the group, her tail tapping slowly at her forepaws.[/size]
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Silverthroat
Medicine Cat
MistClan Medicine Cat
Say H.e.l.l.o To [That] | Old | G R I N.
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Post by Silverthroat on Aug 20, 2008 18:46:44 GMT -5
Wake up at first light hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene upon being ripped free...
Moving paw in front of paw grey shadow passed by grey stone until the worn, dripping wet feline was sat as proud as she could at the foot of the large rock that the clan's leader was perched upon like a calling bird.
The last time Silverthroat had gathered beneath this mighty stone was to hear Whisperstar's good bye's.
This time around, the words of wonder ready to drip from Lilystar's tongue would hopefully bring more joy then sorrow.
After the war that even this more absent then not cat could see the damage is ripped through the land.
More sorry news wouldn't help.
You ready to hear what she has to say?
Silverthroat know this would happen again; Tuesday had been quite too long.
What do you mean?
She whispered to herself.
You know she's just going to have to kick you out...
No.
No?
You heard me.
Silverthroat was too busy arguing with Tuesday to take notice of the other cats surrounding her that she hadn't seen in moons on moon.
Too busy to see Umberwings heavy with kits, too busy to see her eyes two other cats. One large the other younger.
Too busy to see Rustshade vomit questions.
Too busy to notice the life she was missing.
...Conversation ensued
And I wanna do so many things to you.
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Post by Ripplemist on Aug 30, 2008 15:03:38 GMT -5
She had just returned from one of her dazed bouts of wandering, where everything was just a blur, when she couldn't think straight, when memories of her family haunted her and threatened to never leave her alone. What would have happened if she had stayed with them, instead of hiding like a coward? Ripplemist shook her head and started for the Warrior's Den, but just then she caught the scent of her clanmates, all together, for a clan meeting
A clan meeting. The last time she had been a part of one was when she had been made a warrior. It seemed like just yesterday, but at the same time, it also seemed like it had been seasons ago. A feeling of nostalgia washed over her and with an eager flick of her tail, she padded towards the gathering of her fellow clanmates. She spotted her two kithood friends near the dens, sitting further back than the others, and quickly went over to join them, purring in greeting.
"Hello Umberwings, Rustshade! What've the two of you been up to?" she asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice as she sat down by the medicine cat. She had definitely noticed the change in her best friend, as well as Rustshade's obvious lack of sleep, and while she understood the seriousness of it all, she figured that StarClan could have stopped it but didn't, which hopefully meant it was fine in their eyes. Out of the corner of her own eyes, as she waited for the meeting to begin, she kept a suspicious watch on Murderkit. After all the unpredictable and unprovoked wounds he'd ever inflicted on his own clanmates, Ripplemist would never trust the not-so-little kit.
"Oiii, wait upppp!" a voice wailed from the Apprentice's Den, and Dappledpaw skittered out after his brother and sister, swerving to avoid some queer bug crawling around along the way. He padded to a stop next to his brother and plonked down beside him. "Guysguysguys are you excited I know I'm excited why wouldn't you be exciteddddd good StarClan we'll be warriorrrrs!" he squeeed, his eyes wide with glee, acting a little less masculine than the tom he was supposed to be. His gaze darted all around the camp and his tail flicked endlessly in impatience.
"What d'you think our names will be? Who d'you think'll be our mentors? How will we train? Will we train in all kinds of awesome? he asked eagerly, shooting out every question that popped into his head. It wouldn't make any difference at all, those answers to those questions, but he was just so so so sooooo excited that he hardly cared. When would the meeting start? He directed a pleading gaze towards Lillystar, hoping that she'd notice and get the hint that the meeting should start soon, or even better, right nowwww. |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Sept 2, 2008 14:37:56 GMT -5
OOC: I need to know who is officially becoming apprentices and who is becoming a warrior...etc. I've gotten really confused and without knowing the specifics I can't continue the meeting. Everyone PLEASE take a look at the NEW hierarchy and tell me if you agree with it. If not, let me know what needs to be changed or adjusted, etc. Then I would be more than happy to keep going with the posts. XP
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Post by Pripyat on Sept 6, 2008 0:28:01 GMT -5
(soo sorry about the lateness!) At that very moment, Medium struggled into camp, late. His jaws were stuffed with prey, the product of a full day's hunting.
He staggered to the fresh-kill pile and dropped it with a muffled grunt of effort. Then he sank down beside it, utterly exhausted from the effort of carrying all that prey.
Since the war, he had been spending most of his time hunting. Day in and day out he stalked and killed for his Clan, making sure that they would have plenty to eat.
Guilt was his motivator. He had done nothing for MistClan in the war; like almost everyone else, his enemies seemed to look right past him. He could not start a fight, and he could not bring himself to take down a cat without warning them first--it felt dishonorable. So he had wandered through the carnage alone (having been separated from Andromeda fairly early on), watching cat after cat fall, smelling the blood and feeling it stain his pads...but never jumping in.
He felt so useless and ashamed of himself that he could barely bring himself to speak to Andromeda.
Speaking of which...
Medium caught sight of Andromeda sitting not too far away, and flattened his ears reflexedly. He found himself hoping that she hadn't seen him enter camp.
StarClan, but he missed her. She was his friend...and if he was being totally honest with himself, perhaps he felt a little more for her than just friendship. She would never return his feelings, of course--not for bland, boring Medium--but it was the truth. He felt horrible avoiding her this way.
But on the other paw, he just couldn't face her without choking on the shame he found himself wallowing in.
It was a painful predicament.
In short, Medium was hunting like this to avoid the scrutiny of his closest friend, and to repay his debt to his Clan.
The flat brown tom yawned and shifted to get a better view of Lillystar, angling his ears curiously forward. What would this meeting be about? |
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Post by Onyxdart on Sept 6, 2008 22:51:32 GMT -5
Andromeda swiveled both ears to the side as Medium entered camp, but she didn't turn to look straight at Medium. She could tell when he was trying very hard not to be noticed, although how he managed to go even more unnoticed was anyone's guess. He'd been doing it a lot lately.
Still looking at Lillystar, she stood as if she'd just gotten uncomfortable sitting. Then, very slyly, she sidled over to Medium. Well, maybe not so slyly. She was as sly as she could be about it, but she wasn't good at sidling.
When she got right next to him, still pretending to watch Lilly but secretly paying more attention to her friend out of the corner of her eyes, she leaned over and nearly fell on top of him, having estimated the distance to lean on him. Looking at things out of the corner of one's eyes was not conducive to depth perception of any kind. She toppled right next to him, pawing at the air in surprise at the sudden change of view- she was looking at Lilly almost upside down. But she grinned shamelessly at Medium from her back, front paws curled up to her chest. [/center] |
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Post by Pripyat on Sept 7, 2008 19:51:48 GMT -5
Medium let out a genuine, if wavering, laugh. He rose to his paws, looking down at Andromeda with muddy, nondescript eyes.
His amusement didn't entirely mask the sinking feeling beginning in his belly. Coward, coward, his mind whispered to him; he hadn't helped in the war, he was avoiding his best friend, and he was too afraid to tell her why. Afraid that she'd reject him, afraid that he knew all too well why. He was boring and dishonest. She was sweet and kind and lively. He didn't deserve her.
His belly was sick with guilt and his heart was pounding with something else entirely.
"Hi, ah, Andromeda," he meowed weakly, averting his gaze. He looked up at Lillystar, appearing acutely uncomfortable. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Sept 7, 2008 21:06:59 GMT -5
Andromeda tilted her head to the side, watching Medium with worried eyes. She reached a paw up an put it on the front of Medium's shoulder. Since they were supposed to be paying attention, she didn't say anything, but she was going to corner him later and find out what was wrong with him.
For now, she patted him with that paw and then righted herself, sitting next to him quietly for a moment before she turned and buried her nose in his neck fur, just to make sure he was still there. When she hadn't initially been able to find him at the battle, it'd scared her almost witless. She'd just frozen for awhile, wanting to run but wanting to find him, too. And now he kept sneaking away, so she felt the need to remind herself he was there whenever he was next to her.
"I was afraid I wouldn't ever find you again," she said, voice muffled in his fur. She didn't realize she'd said it out loud til she heard her own voice. Oops. [/center] |
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Sept 9, 2008 14:36:41 GMT -5
W.I.P. (Sorry college is tiring and busy, I'll get this up tonight for sure) Flowers color her fur...
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Post by Pripyat on Sept 12, 2008 19:58:08 GMT -5
Medium's fur prickled with embarassment and shame. Mostly shame. "I'm...sorry, Andromeda," he murmured, meeting her gaze for a brief second before looking away. "I'm sorry I left you." Not that he meant to...and not that that was the only thing he wanted to apologize for. For a moment, he thought he'd burst out with something else--either an I'm sorry I've been avoiding you, I really miss you, or something even worse: the dreaded L. That was one thing he just couldn't say to Andromeda. He could barely think it.
It won't work, shut up, he told himself desparingly.
Now, evasionary tactics! Make small talk! "So, ah, what do you think this, ah, meeting's about?" he asked, trying to sound upbeat and failing so miserably it was not funny. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Sept 12, 2008 21:32:53 GMT -5
Andromeda smiled, the very tips of her fang teeth showing, as Medium tried to make small talk. She was going to humor him and let him divert the tack of the conversation.
"I dunno. Apprentices, warrior-making, that kind of thing, I bet. Now shush, you're distracting me," she said quietly, joking. He'd be distracting her even if he wasn't saying a word, so it was kind of a silly thing to say. That, she would have to discuss with him as well. This dancing around each other was getting a little silly, even for Andromeda. And if anyone was prone to being silly, it was her. [/center] |
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