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Post by hades on Jul 18, 2018 16:16:51 GMT -5
[attr="class","ted"] M E L O D R A M A [attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & RUNNINGWIND Dawn broke over the horizon as Sittingowl emerged from the warriors den. Everyone was still sleeping, except the leader, whom he dipped his head in greeting to. With a warm glance, the tom observed the camp proudly. There was no reason to be alarmed today, not even in the slightest. He nodded again to his leader, not saying a word before heading towards the entrance. The warrior on duty snapped to attention as he came through, “Who is reliving you?” Sittingowl asked.
“Thistlefur.” The warrior replied, looking ahead towards the open moorland. Sittingowl nodded before heading off. This morning he wasn’t going to be heading any dawn patrols. He was going out to answer his own questions.
A few nights ago, he had scented a stranger on their land. He and his patrol had followed the scent all the way to Four Trees. Sittingowl didn’t think much of it at the time; at least not until yesterday. A patrol had smelled the same scent, fresher and stronger than before, reporting it to him when they returned. And now, it was Sittingowl’s turn to take a deeper look into the scent.
Sittingowl bound down the moor, turning his paws towards Four Trees. Whoever this was, they needed to be stopped, and questioned. If they were stealing prey, then they would need to be handled with accordingly. It was bad enough that WindClan already had a hard time catching prey, it was another for a loner to be prey stealing!
The sun was rising above the horizon now, and the breeze blew the scent of a RiverClan patrol in his direction. Sittingowl slowed his pace, catching his breath, and licking his chest fur. He trotted carefully a few tail lengths from the border. The wind gently ruffled his fur as he walked slowly. If he came in contact with the patrol, he didn’t want it to look like WindClan had anything to worry about. His yellow eyes narrowed trying to catch a glimpse of the patrol, but as he walked, no one appeared on the other side. Early hunting patrol. He thought, snorting and going on his way.
As he came to Four Trees, where the WindClan cats entered when the moon was full, the scent of the loner grew heavy on his tongue. Let’s see what we have here…
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Post by hades on Jul 18, 2018 23:07:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","run"] FOUR TREES | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & RUNNINGWIND Breathing in the morning air Runningwind let an audible “Ah!” of delight. The scent of the forest bathed in fresh dew, with the sound of birdsong starting to fill the air was as welcome as the sight of a thrush in leaf-bare. He loved mornings. Whitedeer did not, but that was inconsequential. What mattered was that he was alone in the hollow with no one around this early in the morning. Sure, there were patrols, but they didn’t seem to bother about him. Almost like they were used to having loners on their territories.
Though, that didn’t mean that Runningwind was stupid enough to stay too long. In fact, he knew it was time he started heading back to Twoleg place to find his sister, and see how she was doing by herself. Runningwind stretched as he crawled out from underneath the overhang of a large rock. He trotted out to the middle of the clearing, and looked around, yellow eyes watchful for any sign of movement that wasn’t prey.
When he noticed nothing, he started for the direction of the forest - which was closest to twoleg place - when a strange scent drifted towards him on a light breeze. He spun around to face the stranger, claws extended incase he was going to be jumped. But the cat who had come down from the moors was now standing beside the rock; his own body tense, his deep yellow gaze piercing Runningwind’s light one.
“Greetings! I’m-”
“I don’t care who you are,” The stranger hissed, lashing his tail, as though commanding silence. Which, Runningwind obliged him, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you aware this is a sacred place? Or do loners really have no respect for boundaries?”
Runningwind thought for a moment, sliding his claws back, but still weary of the other cat. He certainly looked as though he belonged one of those groups he had scented late last night as they passed by the clearing. Then, his eyes glinted mischievously, “Nope. No respect for boundaries. Though, us loners do know a thing or two about them, and you’re starting to push a little...”
Ha, That seemed to get a rise out of this cat! The stranger’s eyes narrowed and he dug his claws into the dirt. Runningwind held back a purr of satisfaction. Silence hung in the air for a while before the other cat paced forward until he was a tail length away from Runningwind.
“If I so much as sniff your presence anywhere on the border,” The cat began, his voice low and smothered with threat, “I will rip your pelt off, and use it to line my nest.” Runningwind’s eyes grew wide with mock horror. Like he hadn’t heard that one at least a million times!
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Post by hades on Jul 24, 2018 23:46:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","fred"] MOOR | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & RUNNINGWIND The fur around Sittingowl’s neck bristled. It was a wonder that the rest of him wasn’t spiked out as well. His yellow eyes narrowed to slits as the stranger’s eyes grew wide with mock horror at his threat. This was not going as planned, admittedly. Sometimes he could just threaten a curious kittypet that had strayed, or even scare off a loner who didn’t really mean to cause trouble, but this one- this one was going to become a pawful if he didn’t rebound and try a different approach. Veiled threats weren’t going to work. Not this time. Ha, not that the one he had just given out was veiled at all.
Sittingowl scowled as he began to pace a circle around the stranger. His pelt smelled of WindClan territory mixed with the tang of Thunderpaths. “You still have not answered my other question.” He spat, “What are you doing here?”
“Just passing through, your honor, and if it please the court, I’ll be on my way...” The loner answered, sitting up straight and curling his tail around his paws, chin held high.
What sort of nonsense is this? Sittingowl wondered as he finished his a complete circle of the tom before him. He - the stranger - was as calm as can be for a loner. He wasn’t trembling, there was no sign of distress; trembling whiskers, twitching ears or tail, the slightest scuffle of paws. He was completely at ease with his surroundings! And it caught the WindClan deputy’s attention. “Then you will be on your way,” Sittingowl meowed, his tail tip twitching; impatient to get this cat out of Four Trees, and furthermore, as far away from his territory as possible.
The stranger flicked his tail, and shrugged. He didn’t say anything more, he just sat there, his gaze giving nothing away as to what was floating around in that empty head of his. But, even as Sittingowl sniffed and started back towards his own territory he couldn’t help throwing a look over his shoulder. “And I will make good on my threat, you can count on it.” He hissed before disappearing into the brush.
He climbed back out to the moor, watching the gentle breeze move through the tall grass like waves. Something is clearly not right. Sittingowl thought, padding away from Four Trees. The meeting didn’t have the same effect it usually had. And, to be fair to himself, he usually had his Clanmates to back up the threats. If WindClan was not known as the most welcoming Clan, could it be his fault? They had it the toughest of all the Clans. Except maybe RiverClan in leaf-bare.
The scent of rabbit drifted on the breeze. Sittingowl’s stomach growled. Following the scent of the rabbit, it didn’t take long before he spotted it through the grass. Crouching low, Sittingowl stalked his prey. His shoulders flexed slightly as he prepared to make his kill, but something caused his prey to flick it’s large ears forward. Mouse-dung! He knew what was about to happen.
Almost in the same instance the rabbit took off through the grass, Sittingowl made his move. He pelted after the rabbit, not paying much attention to his surroundings. He was catching up to his prey when he saw it disappear from view.
Coming to a sliding halt, Sittingowl found himself back at Four Trees. Fox-dung. His whiskers twitched with annoyance but not before he heard voices coming from the hollow. Crouching low, Sittingowl crept forward until he could see just what was going on down below.
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Post by hades on Jul 26, 2018 23:08:32 GMT -5
[attr="class","run"] FOUR TREES | DAWN | ROBINFLIGHT & RUNNINGWIND Robinflight found herself on an early morning hunting patrol with Yarrowpelt, Tawnypaw, and Martinpaw - her apprentice - and Owlclaw, her father. “We’ll hunt by Four Trees this morning,” Owlclaw meowed as they headed towards the tunnel entrance, “Robinflight and Martinpaw will hunt for squirrel. Yarrowpelt, you hunt for mice; I’m going to teach Tawnypaw how to climb trees.”
The patrol nodded, and Robinflight cast a glance towards Tawnypaw. She looked excited.
“Why don’t you teach me how to climb trees?” Martinpaw whispered as they raced through the forest. “Alright! I will teach you how to climb trees, too! We can do it while hunting for squirrel.” She answered her apprentice.
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“That’s great, Martinpaw!” Robinflight called to her apprentice as he reached the first branch, and proceeded to climb carefully to the next, “You’re doing great! Keep it up!” From her spot on the ground, Robinflight shuffled her paws, looking up at her apprentice making sure he was within her sight. His black pelt was tough to see this early in the morning, and from that high up.
They had not found any squirrels yet, so it was Martinpaw’s idea that he climb the tree and see if there were any still nesting. And it gives him the chance to learn how to climb! Why hadn’t she thought of teaching him this sooner? She shook the thought from her mind. Sometimes the best warriors couldn’t think of everything. And if they could, she knew she would be the first cat in that line!
Her small black ears pricked at the sound of something scuffling under the brush. Lifting her nose to catch the scent, her fur tingled with excitment when she recognized the scent of squirrel. Taking her eyes off her apprentice, she dropped into a crouch. Sliding forward on silent paws, she peered into the morning gloom.
There it was. With a nut in its mouth just waiting to be caught! She wriggled her shoulders when she was close enough to pounce, but something fell from above in a blur of black. When the scuffling in front of her came a sudden halt she was gazing into the light green eyes of her apprentice. “Was that alright?” He asked, moving so she could see the squirrel she had been about to catch.
She didn’t know what to think! Her gaze flicked between the dead squirrel and her apprentice. “That was AMAZING!” Robinflight blurted, her eyes filled with pride for Martinpaw, and she purred. The black apprentice lowered his head, but Robinflight could tell that he was proud of himself. “Next time, though,” Robinflight meowed, “Try not landing too squarely on the prey. I can see you squished it a bit...” Martinpaw nodded, and she knew he would take her advice seriously. He always did.
Martinpaw lifted his eyes to his mentor. He had burried the squirrel, and was ready to take on another challenge. “Let’s try closer to Four Trees.” Robinflight followed her apprentice as he lead the way. “Alright, you take that way, and I’ll go this way. Splitting up, we may be able catch something. And meet back here in this spot.” Robinflight instructed. Martinpaw nodded and dissapeared through the bracken.
Now! She could focus on catching something… or rather…
A gentle breeze blew her way, coming from the floor of the Gathering place. Her pelt bristled when she scented WindClan, and she crept forward. Flashes of memory slipped into her mind. The last time she had snuck anywhere near Four Trees was when she had been made an apprentice. The thought had thrilled her then, and the lingering moment of thrill still caught in her stomache. Sneaking doesn’t feed the Clan, but someone has to investigate the suspicious WindClan smells! What if they are going to try and take over the territory?
Robinflight slid into the bushes and down the slope. In the clearing were two cats. One she recognized as the WindClan deputy Sittingowl. The other was of similar color, but lighter in shade. Sittingowl was leaving the clearing, and the other cat seemed to relax a bit. A smirk floated across Robinflight’s face. She opened her mouth to taste for any familiar Clan scents on the cat. None. He smelled a little of WindClan, but the tang of Two-Leg place was defenately the dominating scent.
Slipping into the clearing, she calmly gazed at the cat before, “Why! Hello, there! And what did you do to upset the WindClan deptuy?” Robinflight couldn’t keep the amusment out of her purr. It was always fun to see WindClan get their pelts ruffled every now and then.
The tom spun around, alarm in his eyes, but his tone was just as amused when he answered her. “Ah, oh, you know… just being me!” He answered.
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Post by hades on Aug 7, 2018 16:58:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","run"] FOUR TREES | DAWN | SITTINGOWL & RUNNINGWIND Runningwind took in the small, black she-cat with his large yellow eyes. There was something striking about her, he thought, maybe it was the way she seemed rather excited about having met a loner. Or perhaps he was drawn to the ease in the way she was handling the situation. Her yellow eyes glowed with mischief, and it seemed to relax him a little more since meeting the - what did she call him again? The WindClan deputy?
Running turned his head for a brief moment to look in the direction of the WindClan territory. They certainly had a distinct smell, and he logged it away in his memory. But, what did that make this she-cat? She definitely smelled like the cats that worked the border of the two-leg nests. The one he would constantly violate to get anywhere he wanted to go.
The black she-cat took a few hesitant steps forward, and Runningwind tilted his head. “I’m not going to harm you.” He mewed gently. This seemed to give her confidence as she padded forward, dipping her head.
“I’m Robinflight. Who are you?”
He had never stumbled with his words so much before, “Runningwind. I live in the two-leg place. Well, not really, but among them- really, more like- around them… actually.” He saw the laughter in her eyes as she tilted her head. He hadn’t expected her smell like catmint, however. The suddenness of the scent took him by surprise. “Since when did forest cats smell like catmint?” He asked her.
She purred, “Since the Medicine Cat asked me to fetch some.” She answered simply. What did he say to that? “Right. Of course.” He replied shortly.
“Well, he may come back with a patrol, and you really don’t want to be around if that happens. Trust me.” She continued, flicking her tail in the direction of two-leg place. “I can help you get back where you need to go, without worrying about ThunderClan patrols stopping you.”
He wanted to say that it was very kind of her to offer, but he much prefered to stay and bother WindClan for a time. However, the words didn’t seem to come, and he nodded. Whitedeer would be glad to have me back, I think. He had not initially been worried about his sister. She could manage by herself. In fact, she had trespassed on Clan territory just as much as he had in the past.
Robinflight turned on her heel, flicking her fluffy tail, indicating that he should follow her. And he did. Up through the ferns and bushes, past a scent marker, and into the forest. He was almost immediately greeted with hisses. “Robinflight!” A stern voice hissed, a large, fluffy black tom emerging from the morning shadows. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He glanced at his escort. “Owlclaw,” she began, “I’m merely showing him to the two-leg place. You don’t have to worry.” But the tom narrowed his pale eyes. His claws were out, and the cat behind him looked slightly frightened, but she seemed determined. “Where is Martinpaw?” He asked her. Seeming to give no second thought to Runningwind. Robinflight shrugged, “Up in the trees, trying to catch a squirrel, probably.”
“That’s no way to treat your apprentice. I exp--” There was a sudden thud as something fell from above. Runningwind turned and saw the black-and-white pelt of the one they called Martinpaw. Robinflight let out a purr. “See, he’s always close by! Martinpaw,” Robinflight’s tone changed to one of authority, “We’re taking this loner back to his own territory.”
Martinpaw got to his paws. His pale eyes glanced between Owlclaw and his mentor, “Okay.” He shrugged.
“Once you’ve done that, I’ll see you back in camp.” Owlclaw growled, stalking off, the tortoiseshell she-cat following him, her eyes big. When they were gone, Runningwind turned to Robinflight, “He’s friendly, isn’t he?”
“He’s my father.” She said, pushing through the undergrowth. Runningwind felt something push him from behind, and turned to see Martinpaw glaring at him. “You could be a little cheerier, too.” Runningwind muttered as he followed Robinflight.
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Post by hades on Aug 25, 2018 17:40:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","run"] FOUR TREES | DAWN | ROBINFLIGHT & RUNNINGWIND It honestly wasn’t truly like her to be that flirty, or at least, she thought she was being firty. Tuh, it wasn’t even like her to be flirty at all! But, there was something different about this cat that she liked, and she couldn’t place her whisker on it. It was a sort of refreshing confidence he had about him; whether or not he really did have that sort of confidence was something she didn’t want to pry into incase it was fake. There seemed to be a lot of cats around who had fake confidence, and it annoyed her that it was so. Was ThunderClan becoming weak?
No. That couldn’t be, it really couldn't. ThurnderClan had always been strong, always. And it would remain strong no matter what came their way! Robinflight was confident in that. She and her brother Bramblestep were positively radiating confidence! Her entire family was well liked many members of Clan. Her father was proud, which in turn made her proud. Admittedly, her father was a tad overbearing; but that was normal in a family like hers.
Enough about her, though, she was more interested in the stranger. He was a couple of paces behind her, and Martinpaw was just behind him. The look on his face was amusing to her. He looked so serious. Oh! But she couldn’t blame him. Like every other cat in all the Clans, Martinpaw wasn’t fond of trespassers. Let alone those who weren’t part of any clan riled him up more than anything.
“Don’t worry about Martinpaw, Runningwind,” Robinflight mewed as she pushed through some ferns, “He’s always acted this way.” She glanced behind her to see if Runningwind had heard her. It was strange that an equally strange loner should have such a clan-sounding name. But he didn’t look the least bit bothered by Martinpaw, and Robinflight had ever confidence - there was that word again - that her apprentie could handle Runningwind if he should get out of hand.
“It’s not Martinpaw that bothers me,” the loner answered, stopping there. Robinflight waited for him to say more. To say that maybe he was frightened of everything that had just happened, or even frightened of what she would do. She was glad he couldn’t see the smirk crossed her face. He didn’t say anything more.
The rest of the walk was silent. Robinflight knew that she shouldn’t have taken so long to get him through the territory. And when at last the wooden fences of a twoleg place came into view, she felt something she had not felt since before she had been caught in the medicine cat’s den: disappointment.
“Well,” She mewed, coming to edge. The border patrol had recently been by, and she wondered if her brother had been part of it. “Here we are. Home sweet home.” She allowed Runningwind to pass in front of her, and watched he walked across the border. Martinpaw came up beside her, his fur was standing up, but not as much as it had been. “Yeah, and don’t come back.” He hissed. Robinflight flicked him with her tail, “Oh stop it. He hasn’t done anything.”
“Maybe not, but I might have.” Runningwind replied, his tone light. It eased Robinflight to know he hadn’t taken her apprentice seriously. “Well, safe travels. We’ll stay and watch you go over the fence.” Runningwind’s tail flicked, and he dipped his head as he retreated.
When he had gone, she and Martinpaw returned to ThunderClan.
*
Later that evening, Robinflight couldn’t stay still. She had shared a vole with her brother, Bramblestep, and he had gone off with his friends to some other corner of the hollow. All of her friends were busy gossiping about some rambunctious paw that had put burrs in old Cedarshade’s nest in the elder’s den.
But Robinflight was thinking of something else. Rising to her paws, it was about time she went off by herself to think things through. Hopefully no one would notice that she had wandered back to Four Trees for a little reflective thinking.
It was peculiar that she should run into a lone loner in the woods, who had happened to be in Four Trees. The probabilities were way out there! Most loners didn’t even stay long enough to see her beautiful forest! To hear the birds chirping.
She arrived at Four Trees as the sun was beginning to set. A strangeness hung in the air that she had never noticed before, and she drew the conclusion that it was because there was no gathering tonight, not for a long time at least! Full moons felt as though they came rarely, and when they did come, they didn’t last very long.
Sliding down into the hollow, she came to the foot of the great rock where all the deputies stood, and looked up. For a moment she thought about what it must be like to be a deputy. To be able to sit and look up at your leader from this angle, until one day you found yourself on top of the rock, looking down at all the cats gathered below.
Her tail twitched, and curiosity got the better of her. Before she could leap, a soft ‘ahem’ came from behind her. Panicked, she spun around, ears up, alarm showing clearly on her face…
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