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Post by ∆Inkiepie∆ on Jun 17, 2010 16:52:16 GMT -5
Brindleheart xx:
A long ways up ahead, the stream sparkled in the bright sunlight up above. Licking her furry mouth after eating a mouse, Brindleheart raced toward the Sparkling creek in anguish. Her head throbbed from a headache. She was extremely thirsty after eating. In fact, she had not drank water for almost a whole day and she was dehydrated. She paced herself to the creek. Almost there.. she thought. A small robin, it's body still thin from the long lasting leaf bare season, hopped about, eating pink worms that had come to the surface. She made a small laugh as she ran toward the creek. It showed her that Spring was finally here.
Finally, she made it exhausted and panting to the creek. She licked her white fur, because it had signs of dirt and blood from making her kill. The sun shone brightly up above, blinding her sight, because the water reflected the sun, having a high albedo. Without any further ado, she leaned over to drink. The water tasted cold. Delicious, she said to herself. She kept drinking and drinking fufiling her body's needs for a few minutes, absorbing every taste. At once, her body began to feel better and her headache started to go away. She gave a loud sigh of relief and stared up at the clouds, noticing how white they were today.
The clouds were the whitest they had ever been in awhile. How wonderful, Bringleheart thought to herself. She gave a yawn and swished her pretty tail back and forth. It seemed that not that many people were around lately, which made her feel lonesome. She didn't have the greatest friends in Skyclan, which was hard for her. She was a young warrior, right fresh out of the apprentice den from last month. She gave sigh and thought to herself, I wonder if anyone will even care to join me?
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Post by ●●●Elli! on Jun 23, 2010 18:01:59 GMT -5
Longclaws~~
As the water rippled, a tom cat walked out from the brush. Longclaws nodded to the other cat and got a drink. The cold water freezed his mouth and senses. even though they moved here moons ago, Longclaws still hated the here. It was too cold, and if you didn't choose a right area you might get a mouthful of ice. He looked up at Brindleheart. "Bleh! I still can't stand this water!" he said shaking his head to get the taste off his mind. "At least the prey here is good." He sat down and brushed the icy drops away from his whiskers, then he walked to the nearest tree and began to sharpen his long claws .(if you didn't guess from his name XD) "You should give you claws a sharpen, it's never a bad thing."
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Post by ∆Inkiepie∆ on Jun 24, 2010 11:03:10 GMT -5
Brindleheart xx:
The she-cat had been so busy that she had not noticed the other cat's presence. She watched him carefully as he strode over to get a drink of water just iike herself. "Bleh!" he said, which made her jump. How could he dislike the taste of the delicious water? He annoyed her. She hadn't known him too long in the clan, but he usually annoyed her. "How dare he disturb the peace of the moving water? she thought to herself.
Brindleheart continued to stare at the tom as he walked over and sharpened his claws. "Show off," she scoffed to him. "Besides you disturbed my peace." She pointed her nose up to the sky to show that she was annoyed. She gave a sigh looking up at the pale white clouds. "So pretty.." she murmured. Longclaws wasn't all that bad, because he meant well.
After staring up at the clouds she bent down to drink the so called disgusting water that Longclaws had called it. She loved it Perhaps I must be weird to think it tastes so darn good? She gave another long sigh, this time louder.
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Post by ●●●Elli! on Jun 25, 2010 14:14:14 GMT -5
Longclaws rolled his eyes, he hated this territory. He hated being by other cats, the only thing he liked was the war. The bloodshed it brought was amazing. He never got this kind war at his old home. One day he would be leader, and he would lead his clan to war. He loved the feeling of fighting, the was in love with the thrill. Cats spoke of storie of the way he fought. One day they would all see how he fought.
He stopped sharpeding his claws and stared down at them, he couldn't count how many cats these claws have hurt and even killed. He wished he could be at battle right now, ranking his claws through other cats pelts. War and pain were his drugs. Even though no other cat knew of this, they always could sense some kind evil rippling from his pelt.
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