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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 5, 2008 18:44:06 GMT -7
A large black and white tom padded through the tunnel system. He looked proud even though some of his clan thought they shouldn't have let themselves be chased away from their own land. We aren't weak. Smoketail just repeated it to himself. WindClan is not any weaker than the other clans. He knew it was true, but the other some of the others didn't think that. Smoketail hadn't realized how long he had been there talking to himself, but he knew it was long enough for someone to have come by him. He thought he saw a creamy and dark coat out of the corner of his eye, but then again...
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 5, 2008 18:57:15 GMT -7
She walked alone in the belly of the earth, making her way through the underground tubing as cold as the black heart itself without a soul to condemn it, her mind wandering a different path.
If it had chanced that her mind and her body were separate objects, her body would be fighting for the future to come, her mind would be doting on the past.
Unfortunately, now, she was torn.
Two. She walked two cats in one body. Walking? No...more like gliding. Her paw steps were short and soft, none could have heard her but maybe the most observant.
But her mind was lead, weighing her down.
Her mate imprinted himself there, his scent still lingered in her black nostrils. His voice still sent her reeling.
She could never love again.
Not because of her, because of him.
Any him.
No cat would ever love her again. None had before, it was only him.
Besides...
She was barren.
Or, rather, she hadn't managed to produce healthy kits. Her body had expelled her first two litters before they were ready. She was heart broken, not so more as her mate. But he loved her. So much, that he didn't leave her-
Her mind caught up with her body. She scented some one-
" Hello? Who's there? A friend?" or foe?
Her claws slid from their sheaths.
She was ready to kill.
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 6, 2008 14:08:58 GMT -7
The tom spun around at the sound of another cat's voice. His fur pressed to his body outlining his strong shape. He was surprised, even though he had thought someone might be there. It is me Smoketail. He said in his deep, thick voice.
He recognized the she-cat immediately. It was Strikefrost, his old apprentice crush. Some of the cats he had told didn't know what he had seen in her. They told him she wasn't worth his time, but he wished now he had told them all of the things he loved about her. He knew then she wasn't interested, and soon was able to push his feelings away. Those feelings all flooded back now. He saw her grace, and beauty once more. All those moons ago, all the work he had put in to control this had gone, and now he was that same apprentice falling head over heels for a pretty she-cat.
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 7, 2008 19:07:45 GMT -7
" Smoketail?"
Her claws retracted but her chest remained puffed out. Smoketail... they had been close as apprentices. She trusted him.
Her whiskers twitched in the cold dark as her pupils enlarged themselves and adjusted to see the black and white tom.
" Hello love."
What else was she to say?
Her paws carried her forward a step or two, until she was close enough to greet the tom properly.
She looked behind her and crouched, ducking her head as a small vole skittered around her.
Lashing out with one powerful swipe she killed the thing, and pushed away for when they went home. Her stomach growled.
Think of the clan, she kept reminding herself.
" How are you?"
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 8, 2008 7:03:47 GMT -7
Smoketail touched his nose to Strikefrost's in a greeting. He didn't exactly trust his voice at this point. He saw his mate swiftly kill a vole that was near her. She had pushed it away, probably so it wasn't as tempting to eat it. I'm doing well. He said in a quieter voice. How are you? He returned the question as most cats would. Smoketail was glad she was here, she could keep him calm and keep him for thinking too hard about the clan.
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 8, 2008 22:29:49 GMT -7
Strikefrost shuffled her paws uncomfortably.
When he touched his noes to hers, she reeled slightly, but then returned to motion gratefully.
He's watching me, the moss moistened her paws, and she shifted so her rear was resting on a more... dryer spot.
She sighed heavily, her small chest heaving with the effort and shuddering as she released the air.
Her ears were hot with exhaustion and coldness. She desperately needed sleep, some poppy seed or thyme would work fine for her... but she denied herself those luxuries of sleep and comfort.
There were more deserving cats, and precious little herbs to spare, especially not on her.
He looked so warm and cuddly... her head drooped sadly, her neck was so sore...
" I'm fine love. Kind of... sad-" No! No, I can't pester him with my petty grievances. " Uh- I mean I am fine... exhausted but fine-"
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 11, 2008 19:55:26 GMT -7
Smoketail saw that his mate was very tired, and they should start to head back to the others. He started to walk urging her to follow. He was not going to ignore the fact she had said sad. Why are you sad, tell me. Smoke wasn't going to push her if she didn't want to talk to him, but as her mate he felt it was his duty to keep her at leased content. It also made him sad to see her in a state other than happyness.
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 12, 2008 16:32:37 GMT -7
She padded just ahead of the tom, keeping her strong gaze straight ahead.
Strikefrost glided across the top of the stone ground, as if she were a ghost, her lean shape hadn't been altered by the certain lack of available prey. But her tail drooped.
" Smoketail, love, I-I'm fine. Just worried about the clan thats all."
Worried about the clan... she always worried about the clan.
The clan was her life.
For the longest time, after her late mate had passed on, the clan was her new love.
She worked in the nurseries and went on every possible hunting patrol there was, until she was too worn to do much else.
She stopped, her muscles shaking and flicked the tom with the tip of her tail.
" Don't worry about me-"
That scent...
Was that-
Poppy seed?
" Hang on, do you smell that?"
She bounded through the tunnels until she found a small opening, just big enough for a mouse.
Hanging from the opening, were roots.
She gave them a quick tug, and out came six large poppy plants, bursting with seed.
" Great Starclan, will Redbreast be happy to see this!" Her spirits were lifting already, her tail shot straight up and her eyes shone bright through the tunnel.
" Smoke, love, help me carry these back to camp!"
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 17, 2008 19:43:03 GMT -7
Smoketail ran after his mate smelling the poppy seeds too. He took three of the six plants. This is great there's enough here too last quite awhile. I'm no medicine-cat but I know poppy seeds go fast.
He started padding back toward the camp. Smoketail took her word that she was just worried about the clan, and she most likely was. Before they had become mates the clan had been like her mate.
Let's get back to the clan. You need to rest more. She may be worrying about the clan, but he was worrying about her. Strikefrost wasn't looking so well, probably just because she was tired, but he would try his hardest to get her to a medicine-cat if only for a check up.
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 17, 2008 21:56:36 GMT -7
Strikefrostpurred tiredly.
" Thanks love. I appreciate it, but-" the poppy plant muffled her mew, she shivered slightly with the effort of her next step, but corrected herself promptly.
" I don't think I need more rest."
Just some food.
As well as the three plants she carried, she also had the vole clenched between her jaws.
The meat tasted almost fantastical on her dry tongue. It's fur tasted of water but it's blood tasted of iron, fat and grain.
" Let us hurry."
She distracted the conversation well.
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 19, 2008 16:43:30 GMT -7
Smoketail could see Strikefrost was struggling to move, but she was stubborn and wouldn't do anything unless she wanted to, or it was best for the clan. He knew he would just be wasting his breath if he tried to argue. All right let's get these back. He quickened his pace but tried not to go too fast, for Strikefrost's sake. If she started to fall behind she might try to push herself to hard, and he wouldn't let her getting hurt or sick be in any way his fault.
[[sorry for the shortness]]
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Post by **Liz** on Oct 21, 2008 17:21:18 GMT -7
Strikefrost purred loudly.
Should she tell him? No, she wont.
" Alright love, let's hurry. We'll get these back to Redbreast, shall we?"
There was something different about her. She felt it deep inside her subconscious, buried in the bosom of her instinct. But she wouldn't say anything to him. Not until she gets another she-cats instinct. She knew and trusted Bluejay... she planned on getting her alone one day perhaps and letting her know her fears.
What about a nursery? I can't have kits, not here, not now! Please Starclan, bless us with your mercy!
Her tail rose happily as she approached the main tunnel.
" Redbreast! Hey Redbreast, we found some poppy seed!"
{ Okay, so she's starting to figure it out, and she'll mention it formally to Bluejay in Hiding, okay?}
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 23, 2008 5:41:27 GMT -7
Smoketail followed swiftly after his mate. He felt something deep inside telling him she wasn't well, but she looked fine and Redbreast would tell if there was something. It was probably just because of something he ate. Soon it would be over and then life can go on as it had in the tunnels before.
When He and Strikefrost entered the camp, everything looked normal. Cats were doing things as they had in WindClan territory. It looked strange to him, like things were too perfect for what had happened just last moon. If something happened WindClan cats would be ready. They knew these tunnels like the back of there paws now. Nothing or clan could beat them here. Smoketail felt as if WindClan was invincible at this point. He felt awkward walking into camp with poppy plants in his mouth, but he could give them to Redbreast soon.
[[kk]]
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Post by Birdie° on Oct 26, 2008 18:02:57 GMT -7
Redbreast poked his head out of a tunnel, practically beaming if it wasn't for his tight-lipped frown. His voice gave it away. "Ah, you two--" he said, and motioned for them to follow him toward the small cave-like section on the side of the tunnel, where the herbs and other things were.
"Thank you, I was worried about our poppy seed supply. Put them here." Redbreast pushed a few things around with his paw, gently making a larger space for the poppy seeds.
He watched the two of them for a moment, studying the she-cat. There were no noticable signs of anything, but she her scent was that of high nerves. "How are the two of you feeling lately?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Strikefrost.
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Post by ~T.o.x.i.c on Oct 29, 2008 18:36:56 GMT -7
[[sorry for being late]]
Smoketail motioned for Strikefrost to go ahead of him. She was a she-cat and he was a respectable mate, so the lady would go first. He followed closely behind, but not too close so it was uncomfortable. He walked in to the makeshift medicine-cat den. Smells of many herbs flowed delightfully into his nose. Smoketail could identify a few like the poppy seeds, and mouse bile. There were a few he thought he knew, but didn't say anything, like marigold, and jasmine. The sight of all the herbs needed crammed into a small space only increased his need to get back to WindClan territory. Smoke decided to let Strikefrost answer Redbreast's question as it was clear she could answer it better than he could.
For a few days Smoketail had felt a slightly stronger need to protect Strikefrost from everything that could harm her. He knew it couldn't be kits, but he couldn't explain this strange feeling. For now he could push it to the back of his mind, and think more about it now.
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