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Post by Måø§† on Aug 13, 2008 16:59:31 GMT -8
I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.
Sweet scents of mothers milk and honey drifted in from the center of Echoclan territory. Tall trees reached for muted sunlight while a flurry of twisted fog crept low to the horizen and weaved through trunks, interlocking their misty substance between dead leaves and secreting their dewey breath on yellow grass. Bandit padded quietly towards the many different scents all locked in one clearing. White pelt against black tabby streaks appearing a glistening silver, his piercing blue eyes focused on only fox-lengths in front of him.
What would Echoclan think of him after he took up and left? Would they accept his offer, accept him? Or would they arch their backs and ask him to leave? The deep battle-worn gash along Bandits muzzle began to sting as it became more visible, blushing a deep shade of pink against bleached white. Bandit strut out through camp, ignoring the glares sent his way. He caught a glimpse of Swiftrunner studying him curiously; her tabby marked belly bulging: the center of creamy sweet milk. Leaping up onto a sand-specked ledge, he paused before peering in the leader's den, muscles tense and distinct and he raised himself on his toes; taller now than Wrenstar.
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Post by Silver on Aug 13, 2008 18:22:04 GMT -8
Bluepaw rested in the apprentice's den, her shoulder stinging. She had been restricted to as little movement as possible, and battle training had been held off. I'll never become a warrior at this rate... she sighed mentally, rolling over. She quickly regretted that decicion, because it put pressure on her shoulder, making it burn. She sighed irritably, flinching. Suddenly, a soft murmure rose outside. Curious, she peeked outside, and spotted Bandit. The loner had lived with Echoclan for a short bit, then abruptly left. She remembered last spotting him watching BloodGang fight with some rouges. She didn't know weither to hiss in annoyance, or be happy at his return. She settled on a curious gaze, ice blue eyes followed him as he padded over to the leader's den.
Pumpkinkit looked up irritably. Something had disturbed his nap. While his mother stayed curled up with the other kits, Pumpkin padded outside, replacing his scowl with a cheery grin. He glanced over at the apprentice den out of habbit, his grin wavering upon spying Bluepaw. Spoiled drama queen he thought, eyes flashing. Then he followed her gaze to the sleek white tom. He was confused as why no one was moving toward him, realizing the tom was not from Echoclan. Using his kitish charm, he strutted right over to him and asked, "Who are you? What'cha doing?"
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Post by Måø§† on Aug 13, 2008 19:42:17 GMT -8
I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong.
- Leo Rosten
A purr began to rumble quietly in Bandit's chest as the young orange kit stumbled over to him, almost tripping over his own clumsy paws. His squeeky voice was loud despite the kits small plump figure, tuneful and curious.
"Who are you? What'cha doing?"
The kit seemed pure energy, his carrot-tipped fur standing on end in agog and exitement. Bandit paused, observing each movement the kit displayed: first kitish behavior, soon followed by heedless curiousity. He was a bundle of joy, yet un-mentored due to his lack of right and wrong. Only a kit would run over a rogue he didn't know. Bandit sighed, watching his warm breath heaving outwards in small puffs of smoke. "You will soon find out," his lips parted, hinting at a smile as he leaned in at eye-level to speak to the kit," Although I do propose the next time an unknown cat walks into camp though, that you take precaution. If I wasn't known here, and didn't hold respect for Echoclan, you would be in danger," he faked a lunge as his expression grew playful.
Whipping around, he brushed his tail against the young kits shoulder and waited in silence to catch Wrenstars attention. Hopefully the brown tabby would know he was here now.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Post by Silver on Aug 14, 2008 15:19:47 GMT -8
Pumpkinkit's eyes opened wide with fright as the cat pretended to lung toward him, making him jump back. He relaxed as he noticed the loner's actions were playful, not threatening. "Well, no one else was attacking you. Beside, if you laid a paw on me, the warrior's would attack you!" he growled, leaping upon the black-striped tail. "You said your known here? Who are you?" he asked again when the tail didn't move. He tried to bite the tail, but a grey tabby tail curled around him, pulling him back. He looked up into the icy blue eyes of Bluepaw, his own eyes narrowing slightly.
Bluepaw glared back down at the young kit, glancing up at Bandit. "Pumpkinkit, you mouse brain, you know better than that!" she hissed softly to him. "Bandit could kill you!" she continued to murmur, pulling the kit away. "I'm going to tell you mom!" she threatened, looking up at Bandit sympathetically. The kitten just glared up at her, hatred smoldering in his eyes. "I can handle myself!" he snarled back, jumping away from her tail. She watched him through narrowed eyes as he scrambled back toward Bandit. I warned him! she thought, turning on her heels and trotting into the nursery.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Aug 24, 2008 20:09:40 GMT -8
OOC: Ah, what the heck. It doesn't matter.  Why let that annoying thing called responsibility weigh you down?
~Wrenstar~
It's truly wonderful to play!
A flash of sunlight reflected from the waterfall's shimmering thunders set fire to the top of the Highledge as the great golden she-cat emerged. Wrenstar smiled, a light dancing in her eyes, as she fell to the cave floor with as much sound as a feather's descent. Her bright amber eyes flashed like two starbugs within the cave as she danced over to Bandit, a song floating from her parted lips.
"What bring you back to Echoclan, my dear friend?" Wrenstar tickled Pumpkinkit's round kitten-belly with her paw. She winked at Bluepaw who seemed to roll her eyes at the kit's immaturity. Despite her rank within the Clan, Wrenstar always contained a playfulness not lost from kittenhood. |
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Post by Måø§† on Sept 1, 2008 11:41:16 GMT -8
It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare
Tt is because we do not dare that they are difficult
~Bandit~
Behind him, a sussurous whisper was emitted as a small crowd of Clan cats gathered around the main clearing. Their eyes flowering innocent petals of curiosity. Bandit acknowledged their presence with a small flick of an ear as he turned to face the slender cream and sand-flecked leader.
"What brings you back to Echoclan, my dear friend?" Wrenstars familiar voice reminded Bandit of sweet honey-cream lined with rough spice spooning over early morning leaves.
Bandit paused, letting silence ripple over the camp like cracks of thunder quieting a crowd, how it's muted lightning speech that shadows is even more powerful than the rumbling roar itself. "You may recall the full moon I left. The night that two tribe cats forewarned every Clan of Bloodgang and Seth and the fatal danger they pose towards you," Bandit watched as Wrenstars face fell, hesitating to chose his words carefully, "I understand one of these two lost control and was banned from the forest, and I dare to inform you that the very same cat met the leader of Bloodgang soon after. He now lies in a community of cats both I and Pantheress have brought together called The Resistance, fatally wounded in a near-death experience with Seth," he did not tell Wrenstar of Damiens relation towards Seth, nor did he mention Damien's recovering state, they needed a warning that would intimidate them, not an update.
"The Resistance is made up of the loners, rogues, and brave independent kittypets who have escaped or avoided the clutches of Bloodgang. We have close to nine members, all in which disagree strongly with Bloodgangs pugnacious and controlling intentions. Only nine self-governed cats that haven’t been held in Bloodgangs clutches. You understand Bloodgang is gathering here to take over this forest, more than willing to battle any cat in the way. I have come here not only to warn your Clan and ask for an alliance, but also to request you carry this message on to all four Clans. The entire forest is holding on to cobwebs, at any point Bloodgang could attack. And win. With you wither diminished, held hostage, or,” the sleek silver tabby cast a glance around him, “alive and having defeated Bloodgang. I have observed there has been no preperation to the warning prior to my own, I advise you to begin now.”
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
--Robert Frost
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 1, 2008 19:23:39 GMT -8
Here it comes.
~Wrenstar~
War never leaves for long.
War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
-Bertrand Russell
'You may recall the full moon I left. The night that two tribe cats forewarned every Clan of Bloodgang and Seth and the fatal danger they pose towards you. I understand one of these two lost control and was banned from the forest, and I dare to inform you that the very same cat met the leader of Bloodgang soon after. He now lies in a community of cats both I and Pantheress have brought together called The Resistance, fatally wounded in a near-death experience with Seth.'
'The Resistance is made up of the loners, rogues, and brave independent kittypets who have escaped or avoided the clutches of Bloodgang. We have close to nine members, all in which disagree strongly with Bloodgangs pugnacious and controlling intentions. Only nine self-governed cats that haven’t been held in Bloodgangs clutches. You understand Bloodgang is gathering here to take over this forest, more than willing to battle any cat in the way. I have come here not only to warn your Clan and ask for an alliance, but also to request you carry this message on to all four Clans. The entire forest is holding on to cobwebs, at any point Bloodgang could attack. And win. With you wither diminished, held hostage, or, alive and having defeated Bloodgang. I have observed there has been no preperation to the warning prior to my own, I advise you to begin now.'
Wrenstar sat patiently, her golden fur glowing subdued in the shadows of the Echoclan cave. Her eyes of sunshine and pretty yellow pebbles began to flicker and dim, the weight of Bandit's words crushing the smile from her mug. When his speech ended, Wrenstar crouched in silence as the cave walls closed in on her and her Clan, trapping them between the frosty stones of reality. Then, raising her head and bringing the sun back to the darkness, Wrenstar spoke with a grave tone rarely heard behind the Echoclan leader's sing-song chirp.
"I never doubted Damien and Fala's words, despite the attack," Wrenstar began, the song of warmth soothing the hearts of all Echoclan. "But I did question where their loyalties lived. Now I see it is with you, Bandit, and with us. If this threat is as great as you say, then we must act now. I will align with you Bandit," the great Echoclan leader gave a small bow to the snowy tabby. "And with the group of cats you now lead."
"Darkslash, Longstride, and Copperfur, I now request a favor from you:
Darkslash, Waterstar must be warned, please travel to Dawnclan.
Longstride, please visit Cinderstar in Mistclan.
And Copperfur, travel to Stoneclan and meet with Silverstar.
When you reach the leaders, tell them to meet with me tonight in the Stone Hollow. We will form a truce as the message I must deliver to them is urgent. Now, you must hurry! Good luck!"
What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world. -Robert E. Lee
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Post by Torn on Sept 2, 2008 12:45:03 GMT -8
OOC: Um... Is Echoclan between Dawnclan and Stoneclan? I hope it is xD Thats something we should make clear. Maybe I'll make a diagram or summin'. And sorry its short. Carried on in Dawnclan Camp!
Darkslash nodded immediately, standing up straighter. A mission! Dawnclan... There weren't any problems between the Clans at the moment but he'd have to try and steer clear of patrols. He wanted to avoid any sticky situations before he reached the Clans.
"Of course Wrenstar, I'll go right now." He replied, and then bounded out of camp in long powerful strides. He veered west, heading towards the Dawnclan border. He crossed into their territory after checking the last patrol had gone. It was still a while until the next one, but he'd have to be careful. It made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Although he needed to be here for Dawnclan's sake, he didn't like being somewhere that he shouldn't be. |
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Post by Måø§† on Sept 2, 2008 19:40:31 GMT -8
The men of experiment are like the ant; they only collect and use. But the bee . . . gathers its materials from the flowers of the garden and of the field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own.
-Leonardo da Vinci"I never doubted Damien and Fala's words, despite the attack. But I did question where their loyalties lived. Now I see it is with you, Bandit, and with us. If this threat is as great as you say, then we must act now. I will align with you Bandit,"and with the group of cats you now lead.
"Darkslash, Longstride, and Copperfur, I now request a favor from you:
Darkslash, Waterstar must be warned, please travel to Dawnclan.
Longstride, please visit Cinderstar in Mistclan.
And Copperfur, travel to Stoneclan and meet with Silverstar.
When you reach the leaders, tell them to meet with me tonight in the Stone Hollow. We will form a truce as the message I must deliver to them is urgent. Now, you must hurry! Good luck!"The curt scent tension and anxiety wrapped the camp in it's filmy veil, rushing like cool water over rocks through their frozen figures. Bandit cast a strong glance over the crowd below him, fear and anger protruded their every sense, vibrating in small waves; permanent ruffles sowed in a clearings radius.
Nodding in Wrenstar's direction he let his deep and rough voice cut through the rustling and quiet murmurs, forward for Wrenstar's ears, but only just loud enough so the Clan could hear, "Thank you for taking my warning, I honor your acceptance and trust within a former rogue. Now if you approve I would like to excuse myself and before leaving, with your permission, socialize with a few members of Echoclan. Although they understand what will happen, I find them unconvinced towards this decision," he was aware Wrenstar knew only too well that it was not convincing he only planned to do.
Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.
--Robert Green Ingersoll
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Post by Torn on Sept 21, 2008 12:31:00 GMT -8
Darkslash padded up the familiar path that led towards the waterfall. Waterstar had thought he'd make a good deputy... maybe Wrenstar, or Longstar as it might be in the future, would see the same way?
Stop thinking about it! You can only do that if one of them dies, as they're still quite young. You don't want that, do you?
I suppose not.
Good, now find Wrenstar and tell her the news.
The long-haired tabby tom ducked behind the water-fall, breathing in the comforting scents of his life-long home. It was sweet to him, like cow-pat if you lived in a field, or rotting wood to a woodlouse. Not that it smelt bad generally. He padded over to Wrenstar, after locating her pelt in the crowd, and waved his tail.
Dipping his head, his message bounced impatiently on his tounge.
"I've seen Waterstar. She says she will meet you tonight, alone." His amber eyes searched her face, hoping for a recognition that it was what she wanted.
A chance to prove myself?
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