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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 2, 2008 13:20:58 GMT -8
Spiritstep nodded when Bandit trotted over to Snowstorm and her. She gestured with her tail for Bandit to follow, and padded slowly over to the Medicine cat den. Her sleek and slender figure seemed to send a melodious sound every time she took a step, her dainty paws gliding over the earth as if she had wings.
She entered the cave-like Medicine Cat den, and began to pull together a nest out of moss. As she pulled it together, and padded the moss to make sure it was dry, the two Toms sat in silence. She nodded toward Bandit, then slipped out of the den only to appear a moment later with feathers and a plump rabbit. "This'll make the nest soft," She spoke with soft, kind words, gently patting the feathers into the moss. She placed the rabbit next to the nest, then turned to Bandit. "There you go. You can now rest." She set the white tom with her indigo gaze, then turned and followed Snowstorm out of the den.
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Post by marona on Feb 6, 2008 22:28:29 GMT -8
Silence hung heavy in the cold air as Spiritstep diligently worked away, both toms awkwardly standing any conversation dying in the throat. Snowstorm shifted from paw to paw absently watching as his breath curled through whiskers and faded to nothingness. Finally Spiritstep placed the last peice, Snowstorm's whiskers pricking as she began to head his way. Turning he slowly trudged towards the entrance, pausing to let the she-cat talk to Bandit before again continuing outside. Paws padded quietly across the chill ground, and the air hung stiffly around bones, "Shall we hunt?" Snowstorm suggested glancing at the depleating fresh-kill pile, "I could certainly use some warming up." (Lol lame-cakes. xD I'm all blah on writing. )
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 9, 2008 11:16:39 GMT -8
Spiritstep nodded, "Yeah, it'll feel good to get out of camp." She began to walk toward the camp exit, when something caught her eye. She peered over at Silverstar who was watching the Medicine Cats' Den. She wondered what was going through her mind, but was pulled away from her thoughts as Snowstorm padded up behind her.
She turned around smiling, "C'mon, let's go." She let her long legs glide over the ground as she gracefully bounded out of camp. A chilly wind swept through her cream-and-white fur, and she felt herself shiver. She skidded to a stop, gazing at the sky with a dumbfounded expression of her face. Her indigo eyes reflected the shapes of little snowflakes as they danced through the air, and spiraled to the ground in a rather rehearsed manner.
She leapt into the air, trying to catch a snowflake with her paw. She continued to dance around in the soft, white rain. Her eyes wide and filled with wonder, she remembered her first snowfall when she was in the nursery. She and her brother and sister had erupted out of the nursery, chasing after the flakes. The first time she had seen snow, she had thought they were falling stars. Her siblings... they....
She tangled her footing, and collapsed in a pile of white fur. She felt the pain again, knowing that she would never see them again. A tear formed in her eye, and she pushed herself to her paws. She sobbed, her tears freezing as fast as they formed.
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Post by Måø§† on Feb 12, 2008 20:23:08 GMT -8
Bandit nodded off as soon as his head touched the feathers. The nest was soft, feathers lining the edges and layering in the middle. Altogether a cool sensation. For once he felt safe, even though his presence was between the many cats of cats he did not know. Many different doubts could have ran through his mind; Were these cats trust worthy? Would these cats injure him while he slept? But for some particular reason his mind seemed to block each doubt, every question. Soon the his breathing slowed and steadied, sleep had held him at last.
Bandit opened his eyes expecting the many trees huddled around him and the moist earth beneath him. Soon he recalled what had happened the day before, he was in NightClan. But he was in neither. The t rees surounding him seemed taller, darker, yet beautiful.Their fresh scent sent a small shiver racing down his spine, yet he held his ground. He had learned never to appear weak, to show authority.
Suddenly a sweet scent filled his nose from behind as a soft voice spoke, “You have finally found your way?” the voice seemed as if she was a young mother cooing to her young kits. Whipping around, Bandit stared at the cat infront of him.
She was a soft off-white cat. Her structure sleek yet bold. her yes glittered like the sun, even through the thick trees shading the sool area. But what shocked him most was her pelt, it glistened as if it had stars within it. The dream he had had before he set off, although not the same, it was similiar.
“Are you of these cats ancestors?” he asked calmly, yet every fur on his flank would rather have stood on end.
The cat purred, her deep and lively laugh wise and thoghtful, “Yes. We are of StarClan. And we appreciate your traveling. Stoneclan does not know, but they will need you.”
Bandit considered her words, did these cats of the stars predict what Stoneclans future was? He realized they knew something he did not, nor any other cats in Stoneclan. The she-cat began to fade, “We hope you accept the choice we have made. If you feel as if you must leave than do, but your role will be important to Stoneclans future. I you stay they may be able to avoid what is install. Be wise Bandit,” and with that, the only thing in the wise cats place was her sweet scent.
“Wait!” Bandit yowled. There were so many other questions he wanted to ask. But it was too late and he woke up with a jerk. A thin layer of sweat coated his skin, but he had remembered the dream correctly. What she he do. Would this mean he would commit his life to this Stoneclan and become a warrior. The thought was confusing, although he wouldn’t exactly miss the tiring hours of traveling, of being alone. The true part he played was much larger than he thought.
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Post by marona on Feb 16, 2008 13:35:25 GMT -8
The air tugged firmly at his fur, and freshened his mind as he ran after Spiritstep. Eyes stung with the chill, but his fur kept him warm for now. Certainly cold enoough to snow, the tom pondered absently. And he was right, seconds afterward eyes were drawn to a sudden movement from above. They locked onto the target as it floated down, and as snow does melted gracefully upon his nose.
Mouth slowly quirked into a wide grin as Snowstorm watched the sky white with new snow. Paws batting at flakes that came to close, and he jumped up to bite those in reach with a crack.
Letting out a content sigh he looked over at Spiritstep warmly, watching as she took a great leaps into the sky and twirled about. Though her movements began to slow, and her eyes muddled. Cocking his head the tom watched concerned, and bounded forward as all strength seemed to leave her lithe body.
Pushing muzzle into her shoulder, Snowstorm helped Spiritstep stand on her feet again. And pressed into her side, trying to comfort the obviously distraught she-cat. He said nothing but looked into her deeper-then-ocean eyes as the snow still slowly fell around the two cats.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 17, 2008 12:45:25 GMT -8
Through tears, Spiritstep saw those warm golden-amber eyes. She couldn't help but smile. The tears continued to come, but her smile remain as she lost herself inside Snowstorm's eyes. She felt as if her tattered heart had suddenly been coated with honey. She pushed her cream muzzle into his chest, drinking in his comforting scent. His chest was wide and strong, she felt his warmth and felt safe.
She pulled away for a second, gazing into his sunshine eyes. "Snowstorm...I-" She saw the concern in his eyes, and felt an incredible warmth spread through her fur. "Thank you."
She looked at his chest to see it was drenched with her tears. She tried to wipe them away with her paw. "I'm sorry. They won't stop." She turned back to him, seeing that he didn't care. She smiled again, and leaned against his warm white-speckled fur. Thank-you Snowstorm.... my Snowstorm.
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Post by marona on Feb 18, 2008 22:21:36 GMT -8
Ooc//Ok...I think I'ma bring out MY SUPER WRITING! I feel suddenly inspired. =] Ok not that super but better then I've been doing Bic//For blissful moments the black and white tom was lost into those ever so deep pools Spiritstep called eyes. And he felt like he had never before, so peaceful and happy, he could take on the world without fear. Every badger, ever fox could attack and he would attack them for this cat and the way he felt right now would win. Heck he'd even take on a two-leg if it came to that. She needed say more, Snowstorm felt it through her blazing blue gaze, and warmed from nose to tail tip. His throat erupted in a quite purr, and he murmered back, "Any time." He chuckled quietly as she tried to rub off the tears, and lent a few licks to his chest but didn't care much about being wet. He would be wetter in this snow soon anways, "Don't worry about it." Glad the sudden crisis was over he sighed in relief and smiled, "You scared me for a moment...I didn't know what was wrong." Snowstorm let his tail entwine with Spiritstep's as she pressed against his fur and nudged her shoulder with his muzzle.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Feb 22, 2008 16:19:20 GMT -8
Spiritstep let out a purr, her tears ceasing to run. She pushed her nose into Snowstorm's pelt once more, then pulled away and sighed. "We should hunt as much as we can right now. This snow could be killing prey even as we speak!"
She gave Snowstorm a smile, then turned and began to scent the air. Right away, she detected a strong pulse from a mouse heart. The scent guided her over to the towering roots of an toppled-over tree. A flash of brown fur announced that the mouse was sitting it it's back to her only a few tail-lengths away. It was nibbling on the end of a small seed as Spiritstep glided forward. She rocked her haunches from side to side, then sprang. Her powerful legs made her fly with the speed of a swooping falcon. She killed the mouse with a powerful blow to it's delicate spine.
With the mouse in her jaws, she decided whether or not to bury the mouse. The snow might cover up the scent, and I may not be able to recover it until the snow melts. She turned and brought her mouse back into the hollow she and Snowstorm had just stood in.
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Post by Måø§† on Mar 14, 2008 10:06:15 GMT -8
End of Thread.
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