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volepaw
ShadowClan
i was the one with the world at my feet
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Post by volepaw on Jun 20, 2015 0:35:51 GMT -5
it would probably be safe to say that volepaw liked water a fair deal more than the majority of his clanmates. of course, as shadowclanners, most were used to the bogs and marshes of the territory - but few seemed so keen on seeking out the wetness and swampland as volepaw was. indeed, he'd snuck out of the camp just to come here, to one of the least dry places in shadowclan territory - though at least in part, he'd done so because he doubted as many cats would come here, and perhaps his little escapade would go unnoticed.
not that volepaw cared a great deal about rules. truthfully, he wouldn't mind so much if he were to be caught - and probably would pay his lesson no heed entirely in the long run - if not for the fact that it could mean being stuck around the camp. and that was just so boring! it was the reason he'd slipped away in the first place, in fact. having finished his duties for the day and with the sun creeping lower and lower along the horizon, volepaw had found himself filled with energy that a simple race around camp could not solve. and so here he was - weaving among the trees excitedly, huge grin upon his face, and head held high. maybe he could bring back something especially tasty for his father! that would sure be nice, so long as foxtail didn't ask where he'd gotten it from. (his father always had been sort of a stickler for rule following. volepaw loved him no less for it, of course, but he did find it just a little bit silly. what did rules or the code matter when you could focus your energy on fun and friends instead?)
the flooding was growing deeper as he went along, until finally and quite abruptly volepaw found himself paddling along instead of running. he was a quite a small little scrap, and the water level was fairly high here. finding himself so suddenly plunged into its depths, he discovered that he perhaps wasn't as strong a swimmer as he had thought. whoops! he guessed he didn't think this through. ah well. the little tabby pushed on, smile not dampened, though he did seem to be struggling a fair deal, even just to keep his nose above the water. all in all he wasn't traveling quite as fast as he might have hoped - but he didn't mind! without much more thought he directed his nose instead towards where he saw the ground rise a bit, until he had managed to hop out and stand upon dry (or more accurately, wet) ground yet again.
well! that had been fun. he would pause in his swimming attempts for the moment, though - he was admittedly not the best at it, though he thought maybe he showed a little more promise than the average shadowclanner! - and instead focus on maybe finding some prey! there had to be something good around here, right? maybe something up a tree! before he had even truly processed the thought, the apprentice had turned and gazed upwards at the tall pine tree directly behind him, something akin to delight shining in his gaze. what fun! the little tom cat tried then to launch himself up the trunk as gracefully as he might - though instead his paws simply scrabbled for purchase that they did not find on the wet bark, until finally he had plopped back to the ground in a heap.
"oof!" he huffed out, and made no further attempt to move from where he lay in a tangle of limbs at the tree's base. that had certainly been an attempt. he thought he might just lie here for a bit, until he caught his breath back - he'd sort of knocked the wind out of himself. how silly. still breathless, the little tom laughed a little to himself, managing to roll over until he was on his back, gazing up at the branches above him. i'm going to climb you, tree, he decided. just wait. but first - he would try and get his breath back.
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cypresspaw
ShadowClan
i hope you're pleased with yourselves. we could all have been killed - or worse, expelled.
Posts: 3
Rank: apprentice
Age: 7 moons
Gender: she-cat
Played By: doe
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Post by cypresspaw on Jun 21, 2015 23:39:54 GMT -5
she had just been minding her own business, honestly. how had she gotten herself roped in like this? lazing in the middle of shadowclan's clearing which had been bright and sunny at the moment, cypresspaw had been dissecting her prey before eating it. she'd already hunted earlier in the day with her mentor, so they had granted her a moment of freedom before her evening chores. that was fair! hungry, she'd just picked out a nice little bird and brought it to a quiet, warm spot. she had begun by delicately spreading the wings and, holding them pinned, had bit a delicate hole in the tiny chest so that she could pull the small creature apart so gingerly that the insides were left unscathed. this stuff was interesting. sure practicing new hunting crouches and memorizing different forest scents was nice once in a while, but trying to figure out how something could fly? now that was a way to spend an afternoon. during her experimenting, cypresspaw had realized that the tiny crunchy bones (she ate as she went) were like little tubes, rather than sticks. as enthralling as the task was, something had then caught cypresspaw's attention. when she looked up, it was her brother. of course! the little scoundrel. volepaw was nice but, much like the rest of her siblings, usually in a state of being troublesome. she just couldn't get it! why couldn't they all behave?
the patched tabby she-cat stood up with a jolt and bent to gulp down the rest of her project before bolting after voleplaw. she had to stop and hack for a moment to expel a couple slivers of bone that had gotten caught up in her gullet on the way down, and when she looked up again he was gone. drat! with a little shiver of frustration, the apprentice thrust her nose to the earth and inhaled deeply. she was still much too experienced to be much of a tracker, but his trail was near enough for her to be able to wander in the right direction, and cypresspaw was able to sneak herself out of camp as well with relative ease. the dirtplace was foolproof, of course, and she liked to think she was kinda sneaky anyway.
the shallow, stagnant water that mostly surrounded shadowclan's camp was lukewarm from the sunshine that filtered through the trees, and while she waded through so that any lookout warriors would miss her scent for a moment, she cringed and gagged at the slimy sensation under her paws from the muck that was settled beneath the gently lapping ripples- the water usually looked black, but when one held a paw in it they could see all the sediment clouding the liquid in the nastiest way. so she didn't look down, she just jumped out as soon as she could reach a bit of elevated earth. though it was soggy, it was better than whatever probably lurked in that sludge. collecting her bearings, cypresspaw lifted her delicate face and parted her jaws to inhale deeply as she'd been taught. that way! the scent was faint and distant, but it was somewhere right? she set off again, doing her best to hop from island to island without wading through any more water. at last, she caught a flash of fur up ahead. "psst mousebrain!" her hiss was a whisper, but it carried through the eerily still swamp in a way that made her tremble a bit. they were going to get caught, and everyone was going to hate her. she scampered a bit faster to catch up with her brother. "hey!" she hissed again, exasperated, and watched him flop down a few tail lengths before her, "what on earth do you think you're doing?!" cypresspaw snapped, "this is against the rules! you have to come back with me." she stated matter-of-factly, drawing herself up to seem authoritative.
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volepaw
ShadowClan
i was the one with the world at my feet
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Post by volepaw on Jun 22, 2015 0:39:16 GMT -5
as it turned out, volepaw was given no time at all to regain his composure before an all-too-familiar voice reached his ears. tilting his head a little but making no move to rise from where he lay on the marshy earth, he blinked vacantly as he took in the sight of cypresspaw, appearing worked up about something. "what on earth do you think you're doing?!" his sister was saying. "this is against the rules! you have to come back with me."
oh. she seemed a little upset. "what's wrong?" he asked her, unable to keep a smile off of his face for long even when trying to appear concerned. before a heartbeat had passed, his attempted neutral expression had faltered instead for a trademark grin, likely completely inappropriate for the situation. oops. "don't worry!" he told his littermate as he rolled over, maneuvering himself until he was on his belly facing her. "no cat will even notice we're gone. it's okay!" the little tom cat paused then, ears flicking as he seemed to be momentarily deep in thought - then he frowned, just slightly, tilting his head in apparent confusion.
"but if you're so worried, why'd you follow me here?" clearly the tabby apprentice wasn't the brightest of the bunch - it didn't even cross his mind that she'd been following him expressly to scold him and direct him back to camp. blinking with a puzzled expression for a moment longer but then shaking it - and his pelt - out and offering her a winning smile, pushing himself up into a sitting position and then craning his head to gaze up at the tree he had tried to climb, its branches stretched out above their heads.
"you can go back if you want!" volepaw told his sister cheerfully, attention not wandering from where it seemed to be held on a particularly tall branch far overhead. "but i can't yet. i have something i need to do!" he swiveled his head around to blink at her again, expression suddenly turning serious as he attempted to meet her gaze with his own dark amber one. "this tree thinks it has me beat, you see. but i'm not going to let it win." without any more hesitation, the little tabby abruptly turned his head back to stare up at the trunk and bunched his muscles to spring in one fluid motion. "i have to defend my honor, cypresspaw! if i don't make it out of this, tell my family i love them!"
grinning and shoulders shaking slightly as he suppressed the urge to laugh at his own joke, volepaw sprung up the trunk, this time placing his paws more carefully and digging them into the drier parts of the bark. his burst of energy was concentrated completely on his attempt at climbing this time - and so instead of pausing or hesitating at all, he simply scampered upwards, seemingly succeeding only through sheer propulsion and continuous motion. before a few heartbeats had passed, he had flung himself onto a nearby branch just over four fox-lengths from the ground.
for a moment, it seemed as if he might have misjudged his leap; his claws scrabbled for a hold on the branch, and he swung down for one uncertain moment, before he had pulled himself up and scrambled onto his new perch in the very next. puffing out his chest with pride - and seemingly not noticing the danger he might have been putting himself at all - he turned around to stare down at his littermate, smiling warmly at her. "look, cypresspaw!" he mewed in delight, whole body quivering, though with excitement or adrenaline he did not know. "i did it!" a pause, as he glanced around him, then spoke again in a voice that sounded mildly curious but altogether unconcerned. "oh... now how do i get down?"
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foxtail
ShadowClan
these small hours, these little wonders
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Post by foxtail on Jun 23, 2015 13:55:53 GMT -5
Nothing distressed Foxtail quite like seeing his kits do something he would do. Sneaking out of camp was a rite of passage for apprentices, especially in ShadowClan, but noticing Volepaw creeping out of camp alone filled him with dread. Even if Volepaw meant no harm by it (and StarClan bless him he never did) the territory was a dangerous place for so young a cat with so little experience. He had to know his son was safe, but Foxtail hated being the one to ruin the little guy’s fun. He’d have to follow stealthily, then.
It took a few minutes to excuse himself from sharing tongues with Toadleap, who was in the middle of a rant, and head for the camp entrance. A warrior nearby looked ready to question where he was going, but seemed to think better of it when he saw the telltale signs of Foxtail’s fur bristling. Apparently the tongue-lashing wasn’t worth being nosy. The tom gave a satisfied snort and continued out of the camp.
it wasn’t hard to find Volepaw’s trail, but he was surprised to pick up on a second and equally familiar scent. Cypresspaw? There was no doubt in Foxtail’s mind that her intentions were similar to his. She wasn’t one to go looking for trouble at all. I’m going to have a word with their mentors. Cypresspaw should have told him, her own mentor, or Wolfspirit instead of just charging out blindly.
When the ground underfoot grew increasingly damp Foxtail relied less on scent and more on small, fresh paw prints. When even those gave way to deeper water he had to fight off panic. “Cypresspaw? Volepaw!” He called out, lashing his tail and pacing the edge. When he got no response he considered his options. He was no kind of swimmer, but he knew from experience he could leap from dry spot to dry spot well enough. The problem was the paw he sprained on a hunting patrol not long ago. It was well enough to walk on, but the force of jumping would jar it painfully. Can’t hurt as much as kitting, he decided and took his first leap. The landing stung, but wasn’t unbearable. He continued on, calling the names of his kits as he went.
He heard them before he spotted them. Adrenaline gave him a burst of speed and he skidded to a stop beside Cypresspaw with his eyes wide. “Volepaw!” He didn’t pause to acknowledge his daughter, instead moving forward to place his forepaws on the tree trunk and crane himself as high as he could go. It was pitifully short of being able to reach the apprentice. “Volepaw, stay where you are, okay?” The thought of the little tom falling was unbearable. His injured forepaw throbbed at the thought, but he was going to have to manage to climb that tree. He tested his short claws against the bark and felt disheartened. It would be slow going to reach his son and even more precarious to get him down.
All at once he remembered Cypresspaw and turned to face her. “Cypresspaw…” He could ask her to run back to camp, to fetch another warrior, but what if? What if a fox found her? Or an enemy patrol? What if she drowned? His expression screamed indecision as panic froze his thoughts.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 2:54:52 GMT -5
 Cypresspaw? Volepaw! Ebony ears swivelled in the direction of the call, his head shot up. It was Foxtail, the warrior's voice bounced off the pines and shuddered against the marshes, riddled with panic and urgency. Liquid honey eyes narrowed as Onyxfeather considered pursuing his den mate. Certainly it sounded as though Foxtail was in quite the predicament - what was the urgency? It seemed most likely the apprentices had wandered, what apprentices did not? Granted, had one of them been his apprentice - Starclan save them. He grunted at the thought and his paws were moving before he'd truly made up his mind.
The earth was becoming increasingly soggy, it felt like sludge under his paws. With each step the mud sighed and oozed between his toes. Onyxfeather instantly regretted his decision (though it wasn't really a decision at all, he'd always lend a paw, no matter how big or small the issue). Whilst the ebony tom had the luxury of seemingly unusual height, which often spared his chest and underbelly from the mud, he was quite particular on maintaining an impeccable appearance. The sludge that insistently clung to his paws most certainly impeded on that.
Onyxfeather came to a pause at the edge of the earth, where the land dipped and swelled into a small body of stagnant water. Mounds of mud rose here and there, offering little sanctuary from the boggy slough. There they were, Cypresspaw stood at the foot of a pine peering up into its reaching branches. And there was Foxtail, raised up on his hind legs at the trunk's base. He felt a pang of alarm - it was no secret had recently sprained his paw. Why was he straining it? Had it healed that quickly? And what were they looking at.
His muscles coiled and Onyxfeather leaped to the nearest surge of mud, he was lucky for his height, which granted him the span needed to make the leap. Onto the next. The dark warrior paused a few fox lengths from the duo and peered up. From here he could see Volepaw, clinging to a sweeping branch which seemed just high enough to deter any brave soul from making the leap down. Judging by Foxtail's concern, the apprentice was stuck.
From an outside perspective, it was a rather comical sight. Leave it to Volepaw to get himself in such a situation. "If you're gonna put yourself somewhere, you best be able to get yourself out!" Onyxfeather called out with a toothy grin. Admittedly, such humour probably wouldn't be appreciated at a time like this. Ah well, give it a sunrise or two, even Foxtail would get a snicker out of it!
He proceeded onward until Onyxfeather found himself at the base of the pine. He halted at Foxtail's flank and narrowed his eyes to peer up at the apprentice. Now is when things became critical - getting Volepaw back now. "Now what in Starclan's name possessed you to go and do that?" Certainly the apprentice could find better ways to spend his time - training would be a good start.  |
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cypresspaw
ShadowClan
i hope you're pleased with yourselves. we could all have been killed - or worse, expelled.
Posts: 3
Rank: apprentice
Age: 7 moons
Gender: she-cat
Played By: doe
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Post by cypresspaw on Jun 25, 2015 10:50:34 GMT -5
sometimes volepaw was dense. was that an understatement? in her current state of being outright flustered by the position her brother had put her in, cypresspaw certainly thought it might be. in fact, the she-cat was considering the possibility that he might be, well, a total and complete fluff-for-brains! "what's wrong?!" she squeaked indignantly, and spluttered for a second or two before closing her eyes, drawing herself up, and releasing a patient breath. she then opened her pale gaze and locked it on her brother, who seemed to be gearing up to do something extra mousebrained. "it is not going to be okay that i'm going to get in trouble trying to get you out of trouble! I need to be training, and i can't be training if i'm confined to the elder's den cleaning out dirt for a moon!" her short rant had left her slightly breathless and her ears growing a bit warm, but volepaw of course paid this no mind.
"because," the tabby and white she-cat groaned with exasperation, seeing today that starclan felt it appropriate to test her patience. she would have went on and explained exactly why, while forgetting her haste in the process of a length and condescending explanation, but suddenly volepaw was moving on. of course. cypresspaw was energetic, but her brother? hyper. like a cricket in the grass!
"i am going back! and you're coming with!" the she-cat snapped, "you can't-" but he could, and would, and was probably gonna get himself killed on her watch. double the punishments probably, it wasn't likely she'd earn her warrior name until she was a hundred moons old and then she'd have to turn around and retire. just her luck, and all that hard work she'd put in.she'd never get to see thunderclan cats scurry away in fear from her raging claws now, because she was about to let this furball vault himself too far up a really dang big tree, probably fall off, and kill himself.
she watched with obvious terror etched on her face at the whole scene that happened too quickly for even her to react (which in retrospect she would dwell on as probably making her the worst warrior of all time, so it was probably a relief she'd be an apprentice for the rest of her life). sure, the little scrap had made an impressive effort, and a tinge of envy even creased the she-cat's brow for a quick moment before she let out a humorless bark of told-you-so laughter that fell away short when quickly replaced by genuine worry, and just as quick with downright panic. cypresspaw? volepaw! "daddy!" cypresspaw squealed, spinning to find foxtail there to save the day.
her mingled delight and dismay with being discovered in this position was washed over with horror all of the sudden when she remembered her father's hobble, and.. and, jumping? "your leg!" she wailed, forgetting her brother stuck in a tree. "daddy you're going to ruin it!" the panic was rising in her voice as well as her heart when he said her name like that and it made her gulp. here it was. she was probably getting her punishment right now. eleven moons eating only crowfood, no training, only peeling ticks off of elder's tails. also i'm taking the nice new nest you made for yourself. sleep on the dirt. way to get your brother killed. yep, she could hear it ringing in her ears already- that was until she noticed he hadn't said anything at all. "er-" but yet another approaching cat kept her from going on, and she turned to face onyxfeather with a stunned blink.
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volepaw
ShadowClan
i was the one with the world at my feet
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Post by volepaw on Jul 2, 2015 6:47:55 GMT -5
"hi!" volepaw's cheerful mew responded to his father's appearance as the little tom blinked down at his clanmates. he was a little unlucky to have been discovered, sure - but maybe foxtail could join him on his adventures today! he could get down from the tree and then the two of them - oh, and cypresspaw too! - could go exploring. maybe then he could show foxtail how great a hunter he could be! he just had to figure out how to get back down first.
"volepaw, stay where you are, okay?" foxtail was mewing, sounding close to panic - huh? - as he stretched himself upward against the tree trunk. volepaw narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the other tabby, seeming to puzzle over something for a moment before he suddenly blinked wide eyes and gave his pelt a sudden shake. oh! his paw is hurt! that must be why he sounds so worried! "you shouldn't stretch yourself like that!" he told his father, with what sounded like an almost scolding tone despite the smile still on his muzzle. "you injured your paw, remember? don't worry! i'll find my way down! that is -- if i'm ... allowed to? you told me to stay where i am..." he trailed off then, frowning. did foxtail want him to stay in the tree as punishment? well, that would be awfully upsetting.
oh! now onyxfeather was here too. what a party! the older cat certainly seemed to be in better spirits than his other clanmates at least, staring up at volepaw with a toothy grin. "if you're gonna put yourself somewhere, you best be able to get yourself out!" the warrior called. volepaw grinned back at him. at least one cat here saw the humor in the situation! it was pretty funny, wasn't it? a cat who couldn't get back down from a tree! but he could, if only he were to try. the question was if he was allowed to. (the little apprentice did not at all consider whether a leap such as the one he currently considered might injure him.)
onyxfeather had moved to the base of the tree alongside foxtail now. "now what in starclan's name possessed you to do that?" the dark tom cat asked him, and volepaw brightened considerably, happy at the chance to share his reasoning. "the tree thought it was better than me!" he called down in explanation. "so i had to show it who's boss!" he paused then, glancing from the warrior to his father to his littermate and then back again. "i can come down if you'd like! unless you want me to stay here. i know i wasn't supposed to be out of camp." volepaw looked at foxtail, setting his face in a grave, solemn expression that looked entirely out of place on the apprentice. "i'll stay in the tree if you'd like!" he told his father. "i guess that would be a pretty fitting punishment, huh?"
he looked to cypresspaw then, seeming to be in thought. "buuuut," he mewed. "if not, i have an idea! cypresspaw, you can get under me and i can jump down! then you can catch me!"
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foxtail
ShadowClan
these small hours, these little wonders
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Post by foxtail on Jul 10, 2015 17:36:49 GMT -5
Cypresspaw’s distress only increased Foxtail’s stress, but his desire to comfort his kit drove him to stand beside her, his pelt brushing hers as he leant down to run his rough tongue over her head a couple of times. “I’m fine,” he assured her, trying not to give away any more panic than he already had. “Don’t worry, okay?” His gaze switched back to Volepaw. He wanted to be proud of the little cat's climb, but that would have to wait until all four of his paws were safely grounded. Maybe he could encourage Volepaw to climb down? If he fell then Foxtail could catch him. It would hurt, but he felt better about catching than climbing. But the thought of his littlest falling from any height made breathing a little harder.
The sound of another cat brought his attention to Onyxfeather. The other tom's presence was a relief at first, but his laidback comments got Foxtail's dander up. His eyes narrowed and he jerked his head towards the tree. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help me get him down safely?” He spat, turning back towards Volepaw. It didn’t take much to set him off at the best of times and even a little stress whittled Foxtail’s hair-trigger temper to the point where even the most benign stirrings could set it off. With his attention turned to his kin once more, he softened. “No one wants to punish you,” he assured, “We just want you safe, little one.” He wanted to send Onyxfeather up after his son, but he wasn’t just dealing with another warrior. With the deputy here, even if he wanted to dig his claws into Onyxfeather’s pelt and shake him until he did something, he had to show some deference. “Can you help guide him down?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 0:07:38 GMT -5
Foxtail festered over his kits like a queen on her first litter, made anxious and overprotective of the little ones. Only, they weren't so little anymore. Whilst Onyxfeather would admit there was a big difference between freshly made apprentices and senior apprentices - they simply weren't muling kits anymore. Sometimes Foxtail could be reminded of that. Even Cypresspaw played into daddy's strong paws, feeding off each other's stress like two stressing hens.
Onyxfeather responded to Foxtail's irritable words with a coy smile, shrugging off his ego with a flick of the tail. Meddling with papa Foxtail was like poking a badger - Onyxfeather could bet he had quite the bite too. Had Foxtail and his high strung emotions been an enemy, Onyxfeather might have been all too thrilled to jump in there and stir up the beast. It was when the emotions are the glue of the soul, once those become frayed, so does the organism. After that, the guts spill, both literally and figuratively should the situation demand. But sweet Foxtail was no enemy of Shadowclan, and as such, it was Onyxfeather's duty to soothe the tortured soul, not antagonize it.
"Alright Volepaw, hold on. I'm going to come up there." Volepw was, of course, beaming and all too excited about his predicament. Who couldn't be amused by such youthfulness? Unfortunately, it was time to get down to business. It wouldn't look very good to be hauling a wounded apprentice back into camp on the heels of his father and sister. Golden honey eyes calculated the trunk and it's reaching branches. Onyxfeather drew in a long and slow breath, lowering his body and bunching his muscles. Finally, the ebony tom committed to the leap, reaching up with long and lanky forepaws while grappling with strong hind legs. His claws sunk into the slick back as Onyxfeather pulled himself up.
He settled carefully on an adjacent branch, peering around to ensure Volepaw was still secure before looking at the anxious duo below and back again. "Now," the tom began carefully, making sure to speak deliberately so as to deliberately articulate his plan to the apprentice. "I'm going to come over there and grab you by the scruff. I need you to stay as still as possible - don't squirm." He almost added 'your father would kill me if I dropped you' to the end of that, but something told Onyxfeather the irritable warrior wouldn't much appreciate the sick humour he had to offer.
"Then I'll take you back down, safe and sound. Sound good? Do you understand?" Honey eyes flashed toward Foxfail as if to say any objections? i wasn't sure if i should have onyx execute the rescue mission right than and there or not. i want to give everyone stuff to work with, without dragging it out or being presumptuous/god-moddy. |
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cypresspaw
ShadowClan
i hope you're pleased with yourselves. we could all have been killed - or worse, expelled.
Posts: 3
Rank: apprentice
Age: 7 moons
Gender: she-cat
Played By: doe
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Post by cypresspaw on Jul 22, 2015 11:07:26 GMT -5
the young tabby was breathing heavily, though she did not know it at the time, and frantically threw her wide-eyed gaze from one cat to the next, dearly wishing she knew what to do. oh how she could have been the hero! while she was happy to see her daddy and deputy onyxfeather, she truly wished that they had arrived only moments later so she could have figured out something to do about her mousebrained brother, and at least kinda rescued him? but she hadn't so now here she sat, eyes wide enough to pop, breath fluttering in her chest.
the high strung emotions of her father next to her certainly didn't help calm her, and she couldn't help share his flash of irritation with the deputy, who seemed as though none of this meant a thing to him. of course, that couldn't be true, but couldn't he tell the situation was absolutely dire? obviously not. but then... neither could volepaw, clearly, and foxtail definitely wasn't mad with him. cypresspaw thought he probably should have been, but volepaw was such a baby. seeing onyxfeather make a move, though, did soothe her greatly. surely the large deputy would have no trouble at all scaling such a tree and retrieving volepaw, since he was pretty much a tiny scrap. cypresspaw finally released all her breath in a woosh when the black tom reached her brother, and looked up at her dad for reassurance.
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