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Post by VANESSA on Apr 25, 2011 12:42:26 GMT -7
The nights weren’t as bitterly cold and lengthy as before, in fact, the hours of darkness were now above average in terms of temperature. Thunderstorms were also at the above average level, as late newleaf was always notorious for supplying thunderstorms. The last thunderstorm had just ended at sundown.
The days were warm and inviting, and the soft breezes that would occasionally roll lazily into camps brought the tantalizing taste of a sultry hot greenleaf coming forth soon on its wings. As of the moment, the sky was a bright hue of indigo blue, streaked with dim copper across the horizons where tall stones stood far away with eggshell-white snow still tipping their peaks. The night was comfortably tepid, and the few blinking stars that were scattered overhead had a dreamy sort of winking to them. (“The stars that wink the most are the most playful ones,” Eveningfall would tell this to his own squad of wide-eyed kittens before their curfew.)
The moon that angled in the illuminated, wispy gray clouds was bright and full – promising of a peaceful gathering. Silvery pallor from the vivid moon spilled across the clearing of the Fourtrees, painting everything in sight a gleaming whitish gray. The near silent padding of leagues of wildcats grew closer, their steps muffled by the ground that was softened by weeks of melting snow before the heavy rain showers.
From somewhere in a whole different plane where the cats held glittering stars in their pelts with no effort and left glossy smears of starshine behind with their pawsteps, a sleek she-cat with a pelt darker than a crow’s plumage and vibrantly tangerine eyes with the scent of grassy moors rolling off from her pelt watched the gathering of cats below. Every night; they prayed to her, they begged her for help, they expected her to save their lives, to give them physical and emotional strength and give them extra time before the battle would erupt from the darkest depths of a cat’s heart.
She made sure that no cat from any Clan would ever be murdered under the effervescent light of the full moon ever again, until she faded into silverpelt from senility of the memory of cats below. It would not be too long though, since the she-cat was not terribly prominent. Morningeyes was not afraid of what would happen after the afterlife.
Silverfrost, a beautiful silvery tabby she-cat with shining sapphire blue eyes watched as well, although she was much more relaxed than the liquid black she-cat. However, they mirrored the same desperate thoughts. We’re running out of time. Nobody understand how hard it is, being a StarClan cat.
In another plane, completely different from the one with ground-struck cats and the other with cats that breathed among the stars, was where forsaken cats were forever tormented with the strong scent of never to be found prey and rolling darkness that never ended no matter how hard you ran. Appleberry watched from here, and saw both the gathering and the StarClan she-cats. The brown tabby tom felt his sharp, snarling claws flex into the hard dirt as he thought privately to himself with his dark amber eyes flashing dangerously, We’re running out of time. Nobody understand how hard it is, being a cat from the Place of No Stars. before getting up on his sore haunches and leaving sickly smudges of glowing toxic green with every step. [VenomClan won't be at this gathering, but cats should still be afraid >:3] |
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Post by Powderfur on Apr 25, 2011 15:03:42 GMT -7
Bunnytail and Ryewhisker of ShadowClan walked into the warm clearing together, happily seeing that the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Greenleaf was quickly arriving!
Lagoonshine and Pearlfur of RiverClan were also together, exchanging a worried conversation.
"If VenomClan comes this gathering, I'm definitely not staying!" muttered Lagoonshine. Fear flashed into Pearlfur's baby blue eyes as she nodded in agreement.
Last but not least, Powderfur trotted in, her white fur washing into soft orange against the sky that still shined from the sunset.
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Post by Banana King on Apr 25, 2011 16:08:52 GMT -7
Thunderstar:
Thunderstar held his head up as he darted into the clearing with his clan, noting that VenomClan hadn't been here in days. He trotted to the high rock where the moon positioned above. He sat right under there, his shadow against the moon making him look golden.
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Post by Ivyshine on Apr 25, 2011 16:11:15 GMT -7
Ivyshine padded silent into the grassy clearing of the Fourtrees, her dark green eyes scanning the scene for any handsome toms whether they were or weren't from her Clan. The tortoiseshell she-cat's emerald eyes caught hold of Ryewhisker, but she hissed loudly at the sight of Bunnytail beside him.
Summitrise lagged behind his group slightly, before taking a seat at the back of the gathering. He wasn't one for social chats. Flickerpaw bounced in, with Lambspring following bhind the apprentice, her white fur sticking up in wariness for VenomClan.
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Post by Rosestem on Apr 26, 2011 18:17:27 GMT -7
SKYSTAR THE AWESOME!!!!
Skystar lead her Clan into the clearing warily, afraid to be stopped by VenomClan. She sniffed and relaxed when there was no VenomClan stench. "C'mon SkyClan It's safE!" she meowed and they entered the clearing.((WRITER"S BLOCK!!!))
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Post by Banana King on Apr 26, 2011 18:18:47 GMT -7
Treepaw entered the clearing histaricly, pawing the ground. He strutted over to Skystar.
"Did you rescue Wolfpaw from VenomClan?"
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Post by Rosestem on Apr 26, 2011 18:24:13 GMT -7
SKYSTAR!!!
"No I didn't kit," she spat " And I'm not in the mood for your nattering!" She walked away and jumped into a brach in one of the four trees.
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Post by Banana King on Apr 26, 2011 18:26:28 GMT -7
Thunderstar glared at Skystar.
What a rude, mouse-dung filled cat! Not even an apprentice correctly. Not even rescuing her own clanmate!
Treepaw skittered to the back of the area. He laid his head sadly on his forepaws.
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Post by Rosestem on Apr 26, 2011 18:28:14 GMT -7
SKYSTAR
Skystar had just been made aware of Wolfpaw's kidnapping a very short time ago, she didn't like talking about it because it made her sound weak.
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Post by Banana King on Apr 26, 2011 18:29:22 GMT -7
Lilypad jumped over to Treepaw, taking a look at the saddened face.
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Post by Mapleclaw on Apr 27, 2011 16:38:00 GMT -7
Mapleclaw walked calmly into the clearing, his firey ginger pelt softened to grayish talc in the moonshine. He glanced up the two leaders who were already standing ontop of the Great Rock, before settling down in a spot that was shaded by elm.
Fogwhisker and Swanfeather arrived side by side, muttering something about a kidnapped apprentice. They hoped it was only a rumour.
In the meanwhile, the ThunderClan medicine cat, Twistedfoot, shyly leaked in as well. He took a spot at the very back, staring at his white paws, avoiding all contact.
Cactuspaw of ShadowClan was the contary of Twistedfoot, as he confidently strode in with his chest puffed up in an act of bravado.
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Post by Rosestem on Apr 27, 2011 16:46:00 GMT -7
Starstorm strode into the clearing and saw Twistedfoot. She walked towards him and sat down at the edge of the clearing, waiting for the other medicine cats.
Nightshade strode into the clearing just behind Starstorm, confident and serene. He looked at the cats gathered and sat at the base of one of the trees, waitng for his leader.
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Post by Banana King on Apr 27, 2011 16:52:56 GMT -7
Treepaw sat glumly.
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Post by Rosestem on Apr 28, 2011 16:56:58 GMT -7
Skystar saw Treepaw's face and sighed. She sauntered over to him. "Sorry,apprentice, I'm just upset about Wolfpaw and took it out on you." she dipped her head quickly and spoke again. "And, it's not your business anyway. With that she walked back over to where Thunderstar sat.
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Post by Banana King on Apr 29, 2011 17:04:47 GMT -7
Lilypad glared at Skystar as she sat beside the winged apprentice portectively.
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