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Post by Dogkit on May 3, 2012 21:45:21 GMT -6
A young she-cat woke up from her slumber. It was the middle of the night and the crisp mountain air leaked in through a woven wall she was near. She shivered and got up. If you're cold might as well go for a walk. She thought to herself. Then a thought occurred to her. What about the elders? They could use some company.... Couldn't they? It's not like they talk to each other. Wildwind was one elder and Redstorm was the other. How did those two not kill each other yet?
It seemed like nothing moved in the camp at night, but if one looked closely they could see that the statement was entirely false. Ants, for one, crawled along the ground carrying whatever suited their fancy, and there was also wind that fluttered through leaves and rustled the newly green grass. It seemed to be a good night for a conversation with the elders......
A thought occurred to the cat then. The elders would be sleeping this late at night. So instead of walking strait to the elders' den she walked around camp and hopped up onto a rocky ledge to watch as the brilliant sun banish the moon from its place in the sky. It took longer than she thought it would, which meant it was later than she thought it originally had been when she had awoken. She sighed and jumped down from her perch. Time to try to talk with some cats who may know something unlike other cats in this clan.
The cat was Lilytail, and in all her moons she had never heard of a cat she seemed to like more than the elders. They were wise and spoke their mind, or at least that was how she pictured them. She hoped that they would be like that, otherwise she would be off on a trip to nowhere land for a while because nocat had sense. Nobody understood that mates weren't the most important thing in life. Nobody thought about fighting for the clan, they were fighting for their mates who just happened to be in the same clan that they were. It all disgusted Lilytail.
Lilytail dearly hoped that the elders wouldn't be like those cats. She wanted them to be smarter than the warriors that surrounded the she-cat now.
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Post by Waspwing on May 8, 2012 20:55:23 GMT -6
(Don't expect a novel from me)
Redstorm glanced at the den's entrance, eyes narrowing. Someone was there. He knew she was a she, and probably a warrior. But he didn't recognize the scent at all. "Who goes there?" He asked, sitting up. If an apprentice was about to try and wake him up to check for ticks, he'd claw her eyes out.
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Post by Dogkit on May 9, 2012 15:27:39 GMT -6
The first elder she had encountered. He seemed smart, enough. He seemed to be at least smarter than then mate crazed cats that were Lilytail's denmates. She dipped her head in a greeting. "My name is Lilytail, and I believe that you are Redstorm, no?" She meowed and looked at him. She had seen glances of him when she was a kit and he had been training her sister Wildtalon, but this could always just be a different cat that looked like the cat she had seen.
"If I disturbed your sleep I can leave, but I came here for a conversation with somebody." She told him and blinked her yellow eyes. When she was younger she had never really met any cats and now she only knew a few select cats. For a second she wondered if the elder would make her leave him. It sure seemed like sher had disturbed his sleep so maybe he would want to keep sleeping. |
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