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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jan 16, 2008 19:20:45 GMT -5
A meduim sized figure, casts it's shadow across the ground as it moved in a straight line down the field. Yellow, like wolves, eyes gleamed in the moonlight as they continued. Wolfeyes headed the moonhigh patrol, taking them by the Blazeclan border. The heat that drafted over from the territory, was welcomed on the cool night. "It seems all is clear for tonight." He said turning to his patrol.
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Post by Brambles on Jan 16, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
'So it seems.' A tabby furred femme stepped from the shadows, amber optics shining in the light. Brambleface padded up to Wolfeyes's side, staring out across the border. Nothing moved, and she could scent no BlazeClanner's near the border. A blast of warm air ruffled the femme's tabby fur, and Brambleface's optics narrowed against the welcomed wind. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jan 16, 2008 22:28:23 GMT -5
"I find it odd, don't you?" Wolfeyes asked as he stared across the border. "All patrols have been scenting less and less patrols, and the patrols are small. I wonder if something is wrong in their territory?" His yellow eyes sparked like little moons. His gray fur fluffed out against the blast of wind, but it soon flattened due to the heat. "How can they stand it? It's great in leaf-bare, but in green-leaf their pelts would melt off." He wondered outloud.
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Post by Brambles on Jan 18, 2008 19:14:00 GMT -5
Brambleface;;
Laughter pealed from the femme at Wolfeye's statement, her voice as silky as a lavender scented spring breeze. She nodded her head enthusiastically, meowing, 'Yes, but then again, they would never be able to withstand our volcano.' Brambleface's amber optics stole a sideways glance at Wolfeye's. The tom was very...appealing to Brambleface, but for what reasons, she did not know. Movement from the otherside of the border caught Brambleface's peripheral vision, and she stiffened, instinctively sinking long, curved claws into the ashen soil beneath her paws. Someone approaches.' She whispered to Wolfeyes. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jan 18, 2008 19:30:30 GMT -5
The tom's fur pricked with a slight embrassment as he listened to Brambleface. He turned to survey all that was around him, his eyes stay on the she-cat longer than anything else. "I guess not." He said as he also noticed the movement and tried to keep himself calm. "Sheath your claws, it may be just a simple border patrol. We don't want to show any hostility and provoke an unneeded fight." Wolfeyes said as he tried to pick out the cats.
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Post by Brambles on Jan 18, 2008 19:40:29 GMT -5
Brambleface;;
The femme shifted uneasily, sliding her claws back into their sheaths. Whiskers burned with the embarrassment that she would so quickly express a hostile attitude. It normally did not happen to her unless a battle was bound to occur. Brambleface flicked an ear uneasily, awaiting the other's approach. A lean gray femme rounded a sage bush, darker gray flecks speckled across the femme's coat. Pale blue optics stared blankly at Wolfeyes and Brambleface, then warmed as Cinderfrost meowed, 'Wolfeyes. Brambleface. How does AshClan fare?' Cinderfrost padded to the edge of the border, seating herself gracefully. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Jan 18, 2008 19:52:27 GMT -5
A small nod came from the tom as he acknowledged the Blazeclan she-cat. "Ashclan fares well, I should hope the same for Blazeclan?" He said as he couldn't help but look around to see if others were with her. "Might I ask, since I see no other cats around. What brings you this close to the border?" He asked his voice turning a little demanding, yet with a friendly tone still in the background. Yellow eyes flicked to Brambleface with a clear message. 'Stay alert but not hostile.'
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Post by Brambles on Feb 2, 2008 23:50:21 GMT -5
Amber optics flicked over to Wolfeyes's as Brambleface caught his silent message. She flicked and ear in response, bringing her gaze back over to Cinderfrost. The gray furred femme had stiffened at Wolfeyes's inqueries, and blue optics flickered hesitantly at their surroundings. The gray flecked femme sucked in a deep breath, eyes bulging as she began to cough violently. Brambleface took a pawstep forwards in angst to help the femme, but Cinderfrost quickly recovered. Heaving out a raspy sigh, Cinderfrost finally replied to Wolfeyes. 'It is not my place to tell another Clan of this, but our camp burned to the ground in a devastating fire. We were driven far from it to the near corners of our borders and established a temporary camp there.' The femme flicked her gaze over the two AshClanner's, growing hesitant. 'That may answer your question and reasons as to why we have not been to this border much. It is a rather far traverse. But I do thank AshClan for not atttempting to push your borders wider.' [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Feb 3, 2008 21:31:57 GMT -5
The tom's fur pricked slightly as the Blazeclan she-cat started to cough. Wolfeyes listened in wonder at what she had to say. "Burned?" He repeated quietly to himself. He had never thought it possible for any part of Blazeclan to burn, but from what she had said, and what he'd seen, he couldn't help but believe it. "Do not worry, Ashclan will leave you in peace for now. I will have to tell Larkstar of this, but I can promise you we will stay back until the next gathering. Then this can be discussed on a better level." He promised with a slight dip of his head.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 4, 2008 17:51:37 GMT -5
Cinderfrost smiled gratefully at Wolfeye's. The gray femme in turn dipped her head in thanks, meowing, 'Your generosity is greatfully accepted. I will inform Heatherstar of your...kindness.' Cinderfrost again dipped her head to Wolfeye's, then at Brambleface, and turned to depart. The gray femme stopped after a moment, turning back towards the AshClanner's, and meowed, 'I'm sure we will have returned to our camp, and mostly, by the next Gathering. We will have more patrols along here soon. See to it that you don't extend your borders, dispite what you may say.' With a flick of her tail in farewell, Cinderfrost vanished into the depths of BlazeClan.
Brambleface smiled at Cindefrost's last comment made. It was not unusual for the former BlazeClan leader to be so protective over her Clan's territory and welfare. Were she in the same position, Brambleface would have acted the same. 'So Wolfeye's, think she's your type?' Brambleface teased. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Feb 4, 2008 18:00:00 GMT -5
Wolfeyes gave a nod to say he had heard what Cinderfrost said. When the she-cat disapeared he turned to answer Brambleface's question. His eyes lit up slightly and a smile played on his features as he shook his head. "No I prefer amber eyes and tabby fur, to blue eyes and gray fur." He said lightly then added, "Plus I prefer they are of my own clan." A breeze from Blazeclan carried to him the scent of the territory, along with the scent of burned forest. "So she spoke the truth." He commented quietly.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 4, 2008 18:08:38 GMT -5
BRambleface hid her surprise at Wolfeye's response by lifting her nose to the air, silently thanking DreamClan for sending in the breeze from BlazeClan. Quite strongly was the scent of fire and charred woods. Cindefrost had indeed spoken the truth. 'That she did, it seems.' Brambleface replied, stealing a sidelong glance at the tom. She herslf couldn't help but like him. Wolfeyes had a calm demeanor, much like that of her own. And on top of that, he was skillful in being alert despite friendly conversations. Something Brambleface felt the need to work on. The tabby femme arched her back in a stretch, finely toned muscles rippling beneath sleek fur as the breeze ruffled the hairs. Amber optics flicked over towards the BlazeClan territory again. Brambleface couldn't help but worry for the other Clan. She wanted to know of their welfare, but it was not in her place to do so. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Feb 4, 2008 18:12:43 GMT -5
Wolfeyes looked across the border, his mind not quite settling on what should be done. "Maybe I should ask Larkstar, if I could lead a patrol over. Just to see how Blazeclan is doing. Or would that just make them think we see them as weak right now, it could anger then." He spoke his thoughts outloud. His fur brushed back as the warm air continued to blow towards them. His moon yellow eyes stole a quick glance at Brambleface, showing a mixture of hidden emotions.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 6, 2008 23:39:09 GMT -5
Brambleface nodded at Wolfeyes's suggestion. Leading a patrol to check on BlazeClan's welfare would be okay, but then again, would Heatherstar approve of them doing such? Clan leaders, Brambleface noticed, tended to be very territorial, especially when in a weak state such as BlazeClan's. 'Yes, I suppose we should ask Larkstar.' Brambleface concluded. Audits flicked with humor as the femme caught Wolfeyes's quick glance at her. She could see several emotions behind his yellow optics, but couldn't discern one. She smiled warmly at the tom, then waited for him to decide where they were to go next; either continue the patrol, or return and inform Larkstar of BlazeClan's current state. [/blockquote]
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Post by Darketh[the not so kind] on Feb 7, 2008 18:27:51 GMT -5
Wolfeyes gave a quick mew of agreement. "Yes, we can report once we've finished the patrol." He said deciding that they should continue the rest of the patrol. "I know Cinderfrost has said that they are repairing themselves. But I have to make sure none of Blazeclan thinks they can use that as an excuse to hunt Ashclan prey." He said calmly and started forwards along the border line. He stayed at least three tail lengths away at all times.
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