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Post by forte on Jul 31, 2010 11:31:06 GMT -5
"Come on, Timberheart!" an orange-cream colored apprentice whines, threading his way up into the clearing, "there's a clan here, don't you see! I'm sure they aren't mean! Come on, I bet they'll let us stay!" The young cat yelps excitedly, racing around and batting at the long grass. Some foxlengths behind him trots Timberheart, a brown cat with a cautious look in his eye. Every little noise makes him flinch, and he seems almost to scared to speak as Emberpaw darts around him and sets off towards the clearly visible camp. The young apprentice seems to have no idea that cats aren't always as nice and friendly as he is, and he pays to heed to Timberheart's whimpered warnings from behind.
"Emberpaw... Slow down, you don't want to make them think you're going to attack them or something," Timberheart urges, his blue eyes as wide as plates as he creeps forward, low to the grass, ready to bolt at the slightest show of any aggression from the warriors here. Emberpaw stops short and looks back at the warrior, rolling his eyes. As much as he likes Timberheart and as many times as the warrior has saved his skin, sometimes the warrior is just too afraid of everything. All the same, the apprentice trots back to him and walks alongside him, although he certainly isn't as jumpy as the warrior.
"Aw, come on, Timberheart, what's the worst that can happen?" Emberpaw quips, prancing a little as he walks and trying to get the warrior to move faster. Immediately, though, he regrets having said that. Timberheart can always come up with the worst case scenario in any situation. Timberheart tilts his head to the side for a few seconds, thinking about this carefully before answering, although his attention is still focused on the camp ahead.
"Well... let's see, I'd say it's that we get down there and all the camp has already seen us, but they're evil cannibal cats who want to take us and fatten us up to eat us. So they do that, and we get so stuffed that we can hardly move, and then they attack us and gobble us up," Timberheart says, a little to seriously. Emberpaw turns his head towards the warrior and let out a laugh.
"Yeah, that's pretty much the worst that could happen. Now come on!" he chuckles, trotting off towards the camp. Reluctantly, Timberheart follows.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 31, 2010 11:43:38 GMT -5
I sniffed the crisp morning air. Leaf bare was coming soon. Early morning was the time for a good hunt. I padded out of my den and into the camp. Already some warriors were starting to move about while others were still in their dens. I walked out of the entrance of the camp and spotted two cats trotting toward my camp. Immediately I raised my tail ran toward them. "Stop! Who are you and what business do you have on FeatherClan territory?!" I said athoritively. The fur on my neck bristled a little. I didn't want to do anything rash yet so I just stared at them, giving them daggers of ice from my yellowish eyes.
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Post by forte on Aug 8, 2010 8:56:44 GMT -5
Timberheart, upon spotting Brindlestar up ahead, pulled back with a sharp squeal of fear, cowering and shaking like a burnet in the wind as she shouted. His blue eyes showed no hostility, and in fact he looked extremely meek and terrified of the cat ahead of him. Emberpaw looked back at him for a moment and then trotted bravely right up to the leader with a smile, apparently not noticing the hostility in her gaze and in her voice. "Oh, hello there! Are you a warrior here?" he asked excitedly, bouncing right up to the cat and sniffing at her curiously. Timberheart, seeing Emberpaw in potential danger, suddenly stiffened up, his hackles raising.
"Ember!" he hissed, "get back here! Sorry, miss, he's just an apprentice... We'll just be going now..." He looked at Brindlestar sheepishly, but Emberpaw only looked back at him and rolled his eyes in annoyance. The apprentice took a few steps back, but he wasn't about to run back to the scaredy-cat behind him! Honestly, sometimes he wondered why the leader had made Timberheart a warrior at all... Well, he could be good in a fight, and he was always awesome at hunting, but, still...
"My name's Emberpaw!" the apprentice said happily to Brindlestar, "I'm an apprentice... but my mentor died..." a sad, pained look crossed his little face for a moment, but then he brightened up, "but then Timberheart here found me, and we went to look for a new clan! Are you a warrior? What's this clan called?" He seemed full to the brim with questions.
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Post by racingbelle on Aug 8, 2010 13:39:32 GMT -5
I chuckled and relaxed. These two were no threat. "No I am not a warrior here. I am the leader, Brindlestar. This is FeatherClan, my home." I said calmly. My eyes had a gentleness about them, calming reasuring about them now. Maybe they would join my clan. "Maybe you would like to join FeatherClan? It would be quite nice to have two capabable cats like you around." I looked back at the camp and wondered weather any cats would come out and 'greet' these two newcomers.
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