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May 21, 2007 21:19:34 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 21, 2007 21:19:34 GMT -5
Featherpaw was laying in the center of the camp after a long herb collecting trip. She was eating a vole and was watching the camp. It was peaceful for the time being. She smiled and ate her vole hungrily.
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May 21, 2007 21:24:00 GMT -5
Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 21, 2007 21:24:00 GMT -5
Swiftstar walked out of his den. Seeing the medicine cat apprentice, Featherpaw, he walked over to her. "Featherpaw," he said, "have you seen Vulturepaw?"
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May 21, 2007 21:26:02 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 21, 2007 21:26:02 GMT -5
Featherpaw lifted her head. "Hello Swiftstar. No i haven't, he must be around some where though." She looked around the camp. "Sorry I'm not sure." She stood up and shook her fur.
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May 21, 2007 21:31:56 GMT -5
Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 21, 2007 21:31:56 GMT -5
"I need him for a training session." Swiftstar mummbled, frustrated, "If you see him, tell him that I'm in my den." he said, walking back to his den.
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May 21, 2007 21:33:53 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 21, 2007 21:33:53 GMT -5
"I will Swiftstar." Featherpaw said and looked around. "I wonder where he went off to?" She Walked over to the medicine den and started sorting the leaves looking for Vulturepaw at the same time.
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May 21, 2007 22:49:49 GMT -5
Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on May 21, 2007 22:49:49 GMT -5
The well-muscled form of a dark brown tabby tom stalked through the entrance to the camp, a vole and mouse clamped firmly in his jaws. His broad shoulders lumbered over to the fresh-kill pile, where he deposited his two catches. Vulturepaw's bright, sparkling amber eyes shone and glowed in the dying light, as deep as the old gorge with something no one could explain - not even Vulturepaw himself. His heart leaped one way, and then stretched out to the other direction. He never knew where his heart truly lay; with ThunderClan, or with the cat some say he's the reincarnation of...Tigerstar. Vulturepaw hissed angrily as a careless kit rammed into his rear end, gathering its paws quickly and scrambling off after its littermates, back to the nursery. The irritable apprentice scowled after them, but soon dismissed the small incident. I've got better things to do than worry about badger dung kits! he thought angrily, whirling around and walking in a random direction in a huff. Not looking where he was going, Vulturepaw tripped over a cat's paws and fell to the ground, landing hard on his side. He spat in annoyance, curling his lip back to reveal his sharp, deadly fangs. The ivories glistened in the sunlight, like the crystals hidden in the caves of the distant mountains. The only thing needed to complete the scene was freshly-shed blood dripping from his teeth. Maybe that's not the case now, Vulturepaw thought, but if everyone doesn't get out of my way right now, it might be!Vulturepaw looked up to see Featherpaw, the medicine cat apprentice, gathering herbs in her den. It had been her paws he had tripped over, and now the unsuspecting she-cat was in for it, whether she liked it or not. In Vulturepaw's mind, he was in charge; he deserved to be in charge, after all the hard work he'd put in to serving his Clan in his short life; he would be in charge someday - no matter what he had to do to keep his ambitions from failing. "You clumsy furball!" Vulturepaw yowled, glaring at Featherpaw in fury. "You've made me fall!" He pulled a clump of loose fur out of his shoulder, wincing as his skin felt the tug. He spat in rage, turning around to head for Swiftstar's den; he had heard on his way into the camp that his mentor, the ThunderClan leader as well, had wanted to see him, though he didn't know what for. He swiveled his ears as he thought he heard Featherpaw's pawsteps behind him, but she could catch up with him if she had something to say. ((And that's your decision, Featherpaw. Heehee)) Vulturepaw snorted and sat down at Swiftstar's den entrance, pushing a paw through a small hole to let his leader know he was there. "Swiftstar," he mewed. "May I come in?" As he waited for a reply, a soft breeze blew, ruffling his sleek, handsome coat. As he tasted the air, Vulturepaw noticed that the small wind carried the scent of RogueClan. His eyes glinted, and his heart leapt...but what made him feel that way? Maybe it was the fact that Vulturepaw knew that RogueClan and their leader, Darkness, were a one-way path to the achievement of his power-hungry dreams. ((Snowy hasn't made Darkness yet, but he's going to be the RogueClan leader. )
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May 22, 2007 14:20:31 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 22, 2007 14:20:31 GMT -5
Featherpaw lunged forward a bit as Vulturepaw's weight fell past her on the ground. Featherpaw steped back and heared his words. She hissed in angry. "Your the clumsy.." She hissed in more angry as he left her standing there. She steped forward a bit but there was no way she would fight right near the Leader's den. SHe narrowed her eyes and stalked off. No hot-head tom cat would boss her around. (It's fine Vulturepaw, she would of, it's her charater way. lol)
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May 22, 2007 17:27:09 GMT -5
Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 22, 2007 17:27:09 GMT -5
"Swiftstar," a cat's mew came from the entrerce to his den, "May I come in?"
"Yes, Vulturepaw, come in." the black and white tom said, flicking his tail, impatiantly. "I was looking for you." He watched the tunnel as he waited for his apprentice to enter.
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May 22, 2007 21:09:42 GMT -5
Post by Leopardstar on May 22, 2007 21:09:42 GMT -5
Sharptounge ran back to camp. Her snow white calico pelt was a blur in the trees. She was just finishing a border patrol. The calico she-cat was going to tell Swifstar about what happened at the ShadowClan border.
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May 22, 2007 21:24:49 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 22, 2007 21:24:49 GMT -5
Featherpaw looked wide eyed at Sharptounge, some thing had bothered her. Featherpaw knew she was on a patrol, something must be wrong out there, but what? Her ears went up and she listened for what she had to say. Featherpaw sat near the leader's den hopeing to hear of the fuss. She warped her tail around her and waited.
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May 22, 2007 21:26:11 GMT -5
Post by Leopardstar on May 22, 2007 21:26:11 GMT -5
Sharptounge skidded to a stop in front of the leader's den entrance. "SWIFTSTAR!!" she yowled urgently. The she-cat pawed the ground impatiently.
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May 22, 2007 21:45:47 GMT -5
Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on May 22, 2007 21:45:47 GMT -5
"SWIFTSTAR!!" a yowl came from the enterance to his den.
What now? he asked himself, standing up and padding out of his den. He padded out of his den and he spotted his apprentice sitting by the entrance and the warrior, Sharptounge, waiting for him at the entrance.
"What?" he asked, looking at the she-cat.
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May 22, 2007 21:48:37 GMT -5
Post by Leopardstar on May 22, 2007 21:48:37 GMT -5
"I saw something on border patrol. ShadowClan...." Sharptounge looked at Vulturepaw.
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May 23, 2007 8:38:19 GMT -5
Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on May 23, 2007 8:38:19 GMT -5
Now Featherpaw really wanted to know. She looked at Vulturepaw then to Sharptounge, what had she seen and what did Vulturepaw have to do with it? She listened and twitched her tail, go on get on with it!!
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May 23, 2007 21:02:38 GMT -5
Post by Leopardstar on May 23, 2007 21:02:38 GMT -5
Sharptounge needed to talk to the ThunderClan leader alone. The calico she-cat saw the other cats of her patrol return. They hadn't noticed anyhting because they hadn't followed her to ShadowClan's border. They had gone to RiverClan's border.
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