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Post by AVOCETCLOUD on May 23, 2014 22:18:07 GMT
THIS THREAD HAS NO ONE TAGGED. IT HAS 0560 WORDS. ENJOY!
 a storm had slashed it's way across the evening sky, frightening creatures sizing from the smallest of field mice to the largest of badgers. the thunder clashed harshly over head, causing cats to flinch and lean into one another, but there was nothing for the young black and white female to do. she laid upon the edge of her den, eyes watching as the lightning danced it's merry dance across the sky; striking here and there, and as the lights flashed and brought other cats into the camp. their pelts wet with the beginning of the shower as the silence became a hum for the rain. she would lie there; amber eyes wide as the female feline looked out at the darkening clouds and watched the sky as it continued it's dance, with lights springing forth and thunder clapping it's own tune no one would dare question her as she watched the lights flash before her eyes - like a life coming and going and with wary eyes she lifted her body from the nest and into the rain stilled camp.
the thunder paused now, it's clapping creased as she moved her black and white paws across damp muddy ground. the storm had left it's temper, of lightning and thunder behind to allow only the soft hum of the rain to fall all around her. medium length black and white fur would grow to cling against the lean and small frame of a tiny she-cat as she came crashing into the reed bed beside the river that border thunderclan to riverclan. she was of the river, cats bred and made to swim and hunt the fishy prey that swam before the surface of the water. calm yourself avocetcloud, now where was the spot - oh yes here! she thought with such a flavour as the rain slowed to a near stop. from here, watching the world come into few - the moon above peeking from behind the dark clouds, she could see the lights beginning to shine. from her hidden spot on the river bed she watched as small blinking lights began to flash before her, each bug beeping it's own tune as it fluttered by her, brackening her from her hiding place to the open clearing just ahead. with a soft smile the little she-cat crouched awkwardly and gave way to a pounce to wards the nearest bug, missing it by nearly a cat's tail length.
"fox tails." she meowed discouragingly before crouching once more, trying to remember how her siblings had practiced. but as once before her paws were clumsy and she tumbled to a halt; white fur splashed with mud and black fur darker with the mud that she had tumbled into. how does one do it properly! she cursed herself silently, but also happily accepting this fact. she was medicine cat for a reason. from her belly, she rolled onto her back; eyes shut tight before she opened them to watch the display above her head. the fireflies were twinkling like stars above her head and in her own awe stricken moment she ignored her surroundings and only softly hummed to herself. I can live forever like this. this is what the world should be like. she thought gently before closing her eyes to the soft hum of the river and the blinking of the lights.
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Post by LICHENSTAR on May 26, 2014 2:40:35 GMT
"Not one for the hunt, are you?"
His jest carried over the hum of the river, cutting through the serenity of the scene abruptly. The leader's maw pulled into a toothy grin as his tongue flicked over a fang in wait for the she-cat's response. Lichenstar was a tom operating on his own time. And he had decided now was well and good to discuss important matters: to bother an important she-cat when she was relaxing in gorgeous, romantic scenery after the lull of a storm. Why not?
Face highlighted by the flickering glow of the bugs, who merrily wafted around prettily and care-free, Lichenstar sat. The leader's usually pristine pelt was stained brown around the paws, and it's medium hairs were dragging with the weight of moisture. He did his best not to look too harrowed by this fact, keeping a gentle expression of interest in the cat before him. His gaze was unavoidably drooped, perhaps from tiredness, and his head gave the subtlest tilt forward. That was the closest he would come to that pesky, traditional bow.
"I hope I haven't bothered you. But I found this important, Avocet." his voice had a momentary, serious edge to it, emulated from the many speeches he had to give. In truth, the matter at hand was more a casual issue to him, "It pertains to our...lovely last gathering." He kept his sarcasm light and jesting, careful to avoid maliciousness. Many were still angered and sensitive to the events taken place two nights before. And understandably so, as with all things involving kits.
For him, that had been a gathering of lost potential. Partially because of himself, too boggled to jump on a side, and partially by what was labeled as StarClan's intermission. Some dark cloud had gone over, some ominous words were said, and suddenly ShadowClan was shirked of any blame. All of this had happened at a rate much faster then what Lichenstar's mind was capable of processing. So RiverClan had remained neutral. And he had sat there, thin, puffed tail kinking afterwords. What could have been actual entertainment had passed by in undecided tension. Tension far too light, which could all blow over into peacetime give it a couple of moons and some answers. And he despised nothing more than such a boring fate.
Lichenstar wasn't very close or understanding of the mighty spirits above, reading many 'omens' as acts of mere coincidence. But he did know that he couldn't shift any cat's horrendously strong faith on the matter. He found it, for once, decently important to confer in his medicine cat on the matter, gauge her views on the whole fiasco and find out her interpretation of StarClan's role. Earnestly, though he loved drama like a gossiping Queen, but having missing kits as an overhanging stress was not something he enjoyed. Mistakes of this caliber had blame almost always placed on the head of a leader, or at least resolving it. And the uncontrollable mystery behind everything made his toes curl.
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Post by AVOCETCLOUD on May 27, 2014 15:06:57 GMT
A V O C E T C L O U D
not one for the hunt, are you? the jest was there, in the ringing of her ears, as the petite, young female of sixteen moons opened her eyes. she could see the tom, what was once a pelt of the shiniest and purest white, was now stained in the dark substance of mud around his paws and looking rather heavy with the hint of the moisture in the air. for before the young feline, she knew was her leader, an important cat that had her rolling onto her paws, white and black fur fluffed up in an almost comedic fashion. whiskers perked, ears erect and shoulders square with an alertness she had yet to even register herself, she nodded her head briskly. "yes, of course not." her meow was quiet, gentle and soft in comparison to the tom before her, for all her life she had been a gentle wave lapping at the river bed; where others were giant and rough waves crashing.
she liked to spend her time in the comforts of her den, rather then with others around her. with the elder tom's bowed head, avocetcloud took only a moment before bowing her own; a gentle and timid smile upon her face. it was the least that she could offer, seeing as she wasn't much of a hunter or fighter - not much of a talker either within her clan. I hope I haven't bothered you. but I found this important, avocet. with a small perk of interest, the she-cat nodded her head slowly, a small gesture for her leader to continue. anything he needs, I will gladly help, like mallowbite before me. she mused, and with her wide amber eyes carefully watching her leader, expecting him to drop something upon her shoulders that would shatter her small and tiny justified world. it pertains to our... lovely last gathering.
she lifted her head in silent confusion on her own part, lips parted in a small understanding 'o' formation. "lovely? it was outrageous... oh, you are being sarcastic." it took her only a moment to understand it, but even then she felt foolish for not listening close enough. with ears burning from a heat, she bowed her head for a moment, before lifting it once more. "what is troubling you, lichenstar? is it the gathering omen or the blame that strikes you as odd?" she asked with a tilt of her head, remembering from where she had sat, eyes ever watching as she struggled with in her own inner demons. there had been no evidence, save the absent of missing kits in shadowclan, to point the blame to the clan - and for all purposes, avocetcloud believed them to be innocent, for now at least. they had never given her any doubt, and with starclan's sign from above, she wondered if the great ancestors would show them truly where the kits had vanished from. so she stated her own thoughts, no matter how nervous she sounded at the beginning.
"I do not claim to kno-know shadowclan, but what proof do we have to place a blame upon them? what proof can we bring to the rock, if the only thing we have is that they have not lost kittens."
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