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Post by wildheart on Jun 18, 2008 20:36:23 GMT -8
Wildheart cautiously crept among the reeds. Seeing her Clan mates nearby, she ran up to them. "catch anything?" not waiting for a reply, Wildheart crouched by the edge of the thunder pool.Her eyes darted from fish to fish, watching their silvery bodys glint in the afternoon sun. She readied her paw to strike. when she hooked one on her claw, she flung it on the water and sunk her claws in to the stringy flesh to kill it.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jun 19, 2008 9:45:04 GMT -8
The way you treat a cat, They way they're misunderstood. Leads to nothing to laugh at, The horrors that arise, and often never should. Neglect turns to murder, Harassment to suicide. In places filled with girders, And lost death is never cried.
From the olive spheres of ~Copperfur~ Don't judge... until you truly see.
Copperfur padded from within the depths of the Echoclan camp, his fur washed with a slight spray from the thundering waterfall. His glossy, copper-tabby coat turned and padded down into the fishing hole. His olive orbs spotted Wildheart, but his shy nature kept him from any friendly greeting. He simply dipped his head, and crouched beside the pool. The water was icy-cold from snow-melt in the mountains, and the water was such a shade of clarity you could see straight to the sandy bottom. The sun hit every silver-hued fish, creating a dazzling light show beneath the frigid surface.
Raising an ivory paw, olive optics flashing, he scooped a fish from the spring. It flew high in the air, landing two tail-lengths from the edge of the pool. The fish wasn't impressive in size, only about four paw-lengths, but flipped and flopped upon the pebbled ground as if caught in a mad dance. Copperfur shot forward, gripping the fish between his powerful jaws, and silencing it's silent pleas. He placed the limp treasure upon the pebbled earth, admiring the beautiful silver scales that reflected the sun like millions of little mirrors.
A white shape appeared at the top of the rise, and Copperfur turned his gaze to Mimi. She had been staying in Echoclan (much to the Clan's displeasure) but Copperfur was happy to have another disliked cat around. Even though she was a kittypet, and he was a rogue before he became a warrior, he felt a connection to the young kittypet. Shedding a rare smile, Copperfur beckoned her down to the side of the pool.
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Post by wildheart on Jun 21, 2008 20:15:28 GMT -8
Wildheart snorted. She disaproved of the kitty pet, but where Copperfur let his affections lie was not of her concern. Scraping the dry earth over her catch, Wildheart was aware of the hesitant Mimi aproaching. Pointedly ignoring Mimi, Wildheart turned away and sat back on her hunches, licking her paws, letting the sun shine on her extended claws. Her multi coloured fur shone in the sun and warmed her pelt. She was curiouse of this kittypet. She almost pitied the she cat, but she couldn't give in to guilt. Surely approving of the kittypet was against the warrior code.
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Post by Torn on Jul 11, 2008 10:00:24 GMT -8
Mimi watched her step as she picked her way down towards the bank. Sapphire blue eyes searched then spotted Copperfur and a she-cat named Wildheart down there. A silver fish glinted at the edge of the water, next to Wildheart. She scrambled down the last part, then came to a stop next to the two warriors. She smiled up at them, then looked at the fish.
"Good catch!" She looked up at Wildheart, who was looking the complete other way. The she-cat obviously didn't like her much, but neither did most of Echoclan, so no change there then. Looking at her paws, she sat down on the damp grass.
Copperfur was nice though. Some of the cats in the Clan didn't like him; Mimi had heard he'd also come from somewhere else before he joined the Clan, but she wasn't sure of what exactly. Maybe he felt connected to her because of that?
Whats so different about us that we shouldn't be accepted?
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Post by Silver on Jul 18, 2008 14:21:44 GMT -8
(I've only read the second page but I'm bored now XD So here comes Bluepaw. Pumpkinkit may come later)
Bluepaw silently followed Mimi. Not only would she impress the warriors with her tracking skills, she'd get away from Pumpkinkit. I don't get what everyone likes about him! He's nothing but a spoiled brat! In her frustration, Bluepaw stepped on a twig, and froze. Much to her relief, it didn't snap. Tail lashing in annoyance behind her, Bluepaw continued following the former kittypet. Were her stories true? Was there really a BloodGang? What would happen if Mimi was forced the join Echoclan? At that thought, she snorted, sending a bird flying. With a hiss, she realized she had to be focused on her mission if she was supposed to be tracking. Quickly, she glanced around for Mimi, but didn't see the white kittypet. Panicing, she raced out from the top of the rise. Much to her relief, Mimi was down below, chatting to Copperfur. Wildheart, however, seemed to refuse to adknowledge her exsistance.
I don't get why no one likes Mimi, she thought, trotting down from the rise. It's not like she's staying for good... Bluepaw nodded at both the warriors, then settled in between Mimi and Wildheart. Copperfur seemed rather... well, wet, but she didn't ask. Quietly, she watched Wildheart fish. It's not that she didn't like Mimi... but she hadn't really talked to her that much. Or Copperfur, for that matter. Though she was watching Wildheart, her ears were swivled toward the two 'outcasts.' After a few moments, she tried to catch a fish of her own. Their scales shined in the sun, almost blinding her. Her paw flashed out, but came up empty. Glaring at the rippling water, she tried to claw the fish again.
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Post by Torn on Jul 19, 2008 0:33:42 GMT -8
Mimi stepped down the river slightly, away from the others. She stared at the river... looking at her shimmering reflection. The eyes of the cat that stared out at her were electric blue, full of sadness. Too old for the face that held them. Is this what I've become? The pained face continued to stare up at her. She hissed and hit it away with her paw. Other cats looked up at her. Of course... it looked strange. "I saw a fish," she mumbled. "It got away though. Guess I need more practice."
Her legs straightened and carried her away from the river. Barely thinking, she stared at Wildheart, jealous of her secure place in the Clan. Sitting down, she stared up at the sky.
In a flash, she was back at home. A tiny kit, snuggled up on a velvet bed next to her mother, climbing over her brothers and sitting on them. Purring, she thought of the times she'd played with them, ate with them. It seemed far away now... although it could only have been a moon or so. Sighing, she knew she'd be eating posh food, sleeping in a nice bed and fully accepted at home. But deep down, she knew she wouldn't have been happy there. It wasn't for her.
She looked up... Bluepaw had come now. She was an apprentice. Quite a nice one, didn't stare at her like some other cats. All the same, she was wondering where Match was. And Fiver. And Pantheress. She couldn't leave those cats that had risked their lives for her alone, fighting against BloodGang.
A shifty glance round affirmed that no one was looking. Slinking forward, her small form was easily un-noticable as she slipped through the reeds. Soon, she was invisible among the reeds. Glancing back, she watched the cats that had barely noticed her disappearance. Wildheart would probably be please... Bluepaw wouldn't mind... Copperfur? Well, hes part of the Clan. They'll all accept him, eventually. Hes a good cat.
They won't miss me... I need to find the cats that I miss, so I can help.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jul 19, 2008 18:49:52 GMT -8
Olive optics of ~Copperfur~ I'd rather be the outcast than the admired. Then at least I know what it's like to be forgotten.
Copperfur was aware of Mimi's departure. His gaze was set upon the shining, azure water, but his ears cocked toward the far bank as her paws rustled the reeds. He would not stop her. He would leave too, if he could. But he was somehow bonded with a strong hold 'round his heart to the ebony darkness and dripping ceiling of Echoclan's caves. Racism would never end. So long as there was differences, there would be judgement and blindness from those who refused to look past the outer appearances. If blood was so precious, then why was it judged so?
Mimi's petite paw-steps echoed into the roar of the waterfall. Copperfur, in his usual state of silence, carried his fish back into the caves. He dropped the silver creature among the other fresh-kill, turning and peering back through the cave entrance to the forest beyond Echoclan. Wherever she had gone, Copperfur wished her well. Perhaps the young she-cat's dreams would not be lost as easily as his.
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Post by hotsoup on Jul 26, 2008 1:36:12 GMT -8
A dark brown shape was dappled against the dead bracken, sunlight streaming through and blending it into the crackly foliage. Hungry eyes stared around, batlike ears twitching as they picked up the sounds of a river and voices. A sniff confirmed it was Echoclan. "Claws is not welcome here. . . their inhospitality is clear," came a rasping voice from the ragged tom. Scarred black lips pulled themselves back into a snarl. He slunk forward, staring around and then focused on the cats. His skeletal body was crouched in a tiny ball behind the tree, all senses pointed towards the Clan cats. Teeth gnashed together, grinding in anger. Or who knows what else?
Legs straightened, leaping forward with surprising agility and speed for such an emaciated cat. With a high-pitched screech the rogue launched himself down into the hollow, landing on the smallest one and starting to rip at it's shoulder. Nothing else existed anymore... apart from his victim.
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Post by Silver on Jul 26, 2008 17:02:39 GMT -8
(Are you attacking Mimi or Bluepaw? Can I assume it's Bluepaw? O.o And woah. Creepy character)
Bluepaw yowled as something landing upon her and began ripping at her shoulder. Seering pain tore at her, and for a moment Bluepaw couldn't think. What on earth was happening? She sucked in air and called out again, before trying to roll over. Anything to dislodge the foul beast that was clinging to her shoulder. "Wildheart! Copperfur!" She gasped, thrashing madly. If only she could remember what Iceflight had taught her about fighting! "Help!" She squealed, trying again to dislodge the creature from her shoulder. (If you weren't attacking Bluepaw, then I'll totally change this post)
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Post by hotsoup on Aug 6, 2008 23:33:37 GMT -8
(I was, so you're okay! And yeah... hes very creepy ) The small figure was writhing under his weight, as expected. Daggers continued to rake down the young blue 'apprentices' side. A hysterical laugh escaped, like gleeful demons that were filling his already twisted soul. Breathing hard, he grinned as she feebly called for help. "Know any moves, little one? Could save your life before this day is done. . ." The high, cold voice came out like a broken machine, rusty, metal scraping on metal, trailing away and ending with a cough like an empty clunk. That and her struggling was enough to slacken his vice-like grip on her shoulder, sending him tumbling down the bank towards the river. Down down. . . deeper and down. Rushing water consumed him before he had time to scramble up. Carrying twigs and rocks. But not Claws. Hard rocks leapt at him, smashing his already frail body against them. Breathing was getting difficult as he could barely struggle long enough to reach the top before he was wrestled down again. But then a fast, blunt pain like a kick in the stomach hit him. Realising what lay underneath him was rock, Claws shuffled up onto the top and coughed. EchoclanStill there. . . waiting to kill him now. Its what they all wanted. What an end. Defeated on top of a cold slab of rock, ready to be butchered. Optics felt like weights that were holding him down. Unable to even look any more. But he shoved up his skull, looking fiercely at the cats, daring them to kill him. An easy one. He felt battered. . . limbs tired from fighting the river. Limbs. . . he could still feel them, maybe they'd work. In a spasm-like movement, he jerked an arm forward. The others followed. Once again he controlled them, and maybe controlled his chance to escape. He spun round and started to run, heart pumping. Breathing was hard. Pain coursed through him but he kept running from the baying hounds of death. Or so he saw them to be. Falling. Thump. Voices of the cats. Voices of others, long forgotten. Then darkness, light being overpowered. "Come back to me, light... I need your endless sight." "Don't leave me alone. . . we're bound through blood and bone." The words of a madman?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 7, 2008 15:04:40 GMT -8
Neglect strikes again. ~Copperfur~ It's the cause for every murder: when neglect turns to numbness.
'Wildheart! Copperfur!'
'Know any moves, little one? Could save your life before this day is done. . .'
Bluepaw writhed beneath the attacking tom, like the victim of a python slowly being suffocated. The attack came so suddenly, and ended so suddenly, it nearly blew Copperfur off his paws; like the flash of lightning and howl of thunder. The violent boom faded back into the dark confines of his skull as the attacker departed in a whirl of scraping claws and leaping pebbles. Copperfur needn't follow the tom, his intentions, however mysterious they may appear, had been achieved in those few agonizing moments. Numb to the shock and silentness that shrouded the forest, Copperfur sprang forward with eyes only for Bluepaw. He began to sniff the wounds, deciding it was urgent that the apprentice see Frostfeather. He used the lean muscles on his left shoulder to push Bluepaw to her feet.
Sensing no response from Wildheart so far, he began to direct Bluepaw toward the slope that led up to camp. The apprentice limped, and he tried to be gentle as they climbed up to the waterfall. The cool spray seemed to wash the anxiety from his fur as the shadows of the cave engulfed them.
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Post by Silver on Aug 8, 2008 11:51:02 GMT -8
Just as suddenly as Bluepaw was attacked, he was just... gone. Vanished. A splash from the river, then moments later claws scrambling along the pebbled shoreline. Bluepaw stayed still, confused. When Copperfur pushed her to her feet, she managed to stutter, "W-who... w-what?" Carefully, Copperfur nudged her up the slope, and she was instantly greatful. "Thank you, Copperfur," she purred, Mimi momentarily forgotten.
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Post by hotsoup on Aug 10, 2008 2:52:07 GMT -8
A storm raged in his mind, directed at him alone. His body didn't seem to be working. No sound... no sight... no smell, no way of feeling or tasting as he couldn't move. Like he was suspended in outer-space. But his mind was working. Still breathing, he knew that, but unable to work. Imagining great TwoLeg monsters, he tried to pull away a barrier in his mind. But they fell apart and started to burn. Fire in his head. Burning away patience and calmness, sending the world of Claws into chaos. Then silence again, boredom pressing down against him. Pacing. Round and round and round inside his head. Then, light. Sound of his gasping. Smell of the river. The hard ground beneath his skeleton and fur. The taste of blood in his mouth. Senses, check. He managed to move his head down, which should have been enough but to make sure he waggled his paw. Still working. Body working, check. Mind working? Still to be confirmed.
In a dagger-like movement, he turned his head to look at the other she-cat. She pay for all the times that the Clans had laughed, mocked. He'd kill her, and then the rest of the Clans and every other soul in existence. Then it would only be him. No one to laugh, no one to cry.
No one. Just him.
He spat out blood, then snarled one last time before charging away into te undergrowth. He'd get stronger, then he'd return. Pick them off, one by one. And would they pay.
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Post by wildheart on Aug 22, 2008 9:09:43 GMT -8
Occ: sorry!
Wildheart raced along the rocks and scrambled t where the other cats huddled. She was to late. Guilt engulfed her like flooding water. why hadnt she come in time? she mentally beat herself around. "Is bluepaw ok?" she asked them.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 22, 2008 11:30:57 GMT -8
How heartless are those who make war with the innocent. ~Copperfur~ They are too desensitized for mercy, and too vain for death.
'Is Bluepaw ok?'
Wildheart's voice carried up the slope and rang through the caves in whispering echoes. Copperfur was leading Bluepaw toward the Medicine Cat's den. The apprentice's steady limp might suggest a hurt leg or torn muscle; hopefully not a broken bone. He decided not to worry about it until Bluepaw was nestled safely in the den. "I'm sure she'll be fine," Copperfur called back, hoping that his voice would carry through the roar of the waterfall.
Copperfur settled Bluepaw down into a bed of moss and feathers. He saw shock and regret playing upon the young she-cat's eyes like a moving picture. "You fought bravely," he noted, trying to smile at the apprentice. "Even though the tom caught you totally by surprise, and outweighed you, you still managed to land a few blows. I'm sure he won't have the guts to attack you again. You're going to be a warrior in no time." Copperfur called for Frostfeather, but did not wait for the Medicine Cat's appearance before beginning an examination of Bluepaw. All his moons spent as a weak kit in the Medicine Cat Den had given him a little knowledge of herbs. The old Echoclan leader, however, had refused to notice these talents. Although he was a warrior, and enjoyed being one, Copperfur wondered what his fate could have been as a Medicine Cat.
He began cleaning Bluepaw's wounds with a wad of damp moss. He let the coolness soak down into her fur to soothe the stinging, using his tongue to dislodge pebbles and twigs. His brow furrowed as he examined Bluepaw's leg before applying any medicine. The fur along her thigh was crimson. "Bluepaw, can you please wiggle your toes and try to bend your leg?" Copperfur wanted to know it she had broken any bones, or if the blood was simply from a scratch.
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