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Post by Amber on Jan 31, 2009 19:06:15 GMT -5
A small black she-cat, save a few white splotches, wandered the lonely swamp, fur soaked in water. One couldn't tell whether it came from the mist...or whether she just was swimming. Her bright eyes scanned the area surrounding her almost lazily as she, ever so slowly, made her way around the swamp.
The tips of her ears flicked back to pinpoint a sound of pawsteps. Or was it simply the apprentice's imagination? Whatever the cause, Yinpaw only kept going, splashing around with a small smile on her face.
Still taking things at her own pace, she inched herself down into the water, letting it cool her fur and clean out any trace of dirt on her fur. She bobbed her head back up over the shallow water, not bothering to shake the moisture out of her fur. Then, almost cheerfully called out, "Whoever is nearby, you can come out now!"
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Post by lily on Jan 31, 2009 19:21:20 GMT -5
Sniffing the air, a petite gray she-cat meandered through the swamp. Her pelt saturated with water, she shook herself. Oh, how she loved water! She knew it was unusual for cats to like water, but then she was an unusual cat. The mist hid her fur, as she well knew, so if any cats were near, they wouldn't be able to see her.
Pricking her ears suddenly, Lilystream thought she could hear sploshing noises. An apprentice swimming, maybe, by the sound. Trying to pinpoint the source of the noise she turned. Over there was where it seemed to be coming from.
Heading toward the noise she stopped dead at the sound of a voice. She had been detected. Smiling, she stepped out of the mist, toward the other cat. "Hello Yinpaw. It's me, Lilystream."
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jan 31, 2009 19:57:26 GMT -5
xx.//Wait, I'm wrong.]]
A dark auburn pelt pierced the gray gloom of the swamp. Mist shrouded the fur of a petite femme as she padded soundlessly through waters that brushed her underbelly. Her hazel optics focused sincerely on the empty, but thick fog that made it impossible for her to see a tail length in front of her. She was quite used to this, and it did not achieve in phasing her, as she relied on feeling the movement of the water that wafted playfully around her flanks to determine who was near, and exactly what was in her vicinity.
xx.//Should've done better than this.]]
Rubycloud did not particularly favor lone hunts, as she was one who enjoyed hunting with her clanmates and kin rather than alone, however, she was certain she would come across someone in the swamp today. Despite the fog being thicker than normal today, it was a perfect morning for fishing or perhaps catching a few water voles among the reeds and cattails, and the femme knew that any knowledgeable FogClanner would be here today, hoping to make the fresh kill pile stretch to its limits.
xx.//Please, I'll be strong.]]
As she moved delicately through the murky waters, as to not startle any potential prey, the thought of the FogClan camp walked into her mind, becoming worried as she recalled the disorder that had commenced just this morning. Without a deputy to organize the hunting patrol, cats went about their own business doing whatever they liked, some had even slept past sunrise, lazy indeed! The femme furrowed her eyes in disgust. What would become of the clan without order? She was certain that there would be anarchy. What had DreamClan been thinking?
xx.//I'm finding it hard to resist.]]
Just as she was about to flood herself with more mental questions she paused, noticing a slight ripple in the water around her. Too big to be a fish or vole, yet too small to be a Sharp Jaw. The amber femme parted her jaws, and took in the musty scent of fog, along with the heavy scent of a few of her clanmates, who if she guessed correctly, were a few fox lengths ahead. As she neared, the socialite recognized the disinct scents of Lilystream and Yinpaw. Smiling, she murrowed a greeting as she stepped through the fog, "Hello. What brings you out here?" Though she probably already knew the answer to her own question, Rubycloud enjoyed starting conversations regardless.
xx.//So show me what I'm looking for.]]
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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Jan 31, 2009 20:15:00 GMT -5
Yangpaw was glaring at the water, not coming closer to it. She ignored what everyone was saying, just to glare at the water. She back a little bit away from it, for a little bit of good measure.
After a while of silence, she sighed, feeling the need to yell out and complied to her wishes and yelled out,
"HAIII!!"
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Post by Amber on Jan 31, 2009 20:26:04 GMT -5
Yinpaw swiveled her ears in the direction of each new arrival in turn, and then turned to face her sister. "Yangpaw, what are you doing up there on dry land?" she asked slightly accusingly, but still quietly. Her eyes glinted with a spark of playfulness that was so rare in her eyes it wasn't even funny.
She shrugged, mostly to herself, and dunked back down in the water again to enjoy herself for a moment before breaking the surface and answering Rubycloud shyly, "...th'water...s'what brings me here..." She glanced at Yangpaw, knowing her sister hated water. But it seems at least one more cat appreciated the water like Yinpaw did.
She stared down at her paws, which were currently floating about a mouselength above the marsh ground in the shallow water. At least, shallow to the other, older cats. She could drown in this 'shallow' area of the swamp if she really tried, herself...
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Post by lily on Jan 31, 2009 20:41:33 GMT -5
Plopping into the water beside Yinpaw, the gray she-cat noticed Rubycloud. What she didn't notice was the big splash she created. Lilystream answered Rubycloud's question. "The hunting. I'm here to hunt." There was another reason too. "Well, I also just like walking around in the mist." She said, slightly embarrassed. It wasn't a warrior-like thing to do, really. The other cats might think her childish.
Sighing, because the water felt so good today, Liystream was happy that another cat shared her love of water and all things wet. At Yangpaw's yell she jumped, surprised. Another cat. Where were they all coming from? It was surprising that so many of her Clan-mates would be here at the same time. "Welcome Yangpaw." She said, greeting the water-hating apprentice. teasingly she added... "Come right in. The water feels good."
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Jan 31, 2009 21:20:12 GMT -5
xx.//Save me, I'm lost.]]
The amber femme nodded in agreement as the white apprentice appeared from the mist on a sheer slice of land that lay on the banks that overlooked the main part of the placid swamp. She knew that Yangpaw disliked the water, which was a difficult trait for a FogClanner to possess, since the majority of the territory was clothed with swamp land or marshes. For her, the setting was comforting. She was unsure how she would survive without the constant comfort of being shrouded by the fog, her enemies constantly unsure of her presence.
xx.//Oh lord, I've been waiting for you.]]
A ray of sunlight weakly pierced through the heavy mist and fog. Not a good sign, sunhigh was approaching, and the thinner the fog, the easier it would be for prey to sense their arrival. The femme knew they would have to move away from the area, since they had all made such a commotion, which saddened her, since she always enjoyed a good chat about aimless subjects such as prey sizes or where the best place to swim was. She turned to the group after having focused on the piercing light that wove through the cypress trees' spindly branches before reaching its destination on the surface of the shrouded water. "Well then, if you two apprentices would like to join Lilystream and I on a hunt, we should probably be going deeper into the swamp before sunhigh if we want to catch anything sizeable." The femme focused her hazel orbs on the white apprentice, Yangpaw, who sat on the sheer bank, and wondered if she would decide to leave rather than jump down into the water.
xx.//I'll pay any cost.]]
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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Jan 31, 2009 21:52:33 GMT -5
Yangpaw sniffed the water, before delicately sticking her paw in the water. She hissed a little, and jumped out.
"I would like to go..." she said, "Yinpaww..." She then jumped into the water, her eyes twitching as she was in it. She then padded over to Yinpaw, and she slightly pressed herself against Yinpaw.
(OOC: Like in need of comfort? Or something like that >.>)
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Post by Amber on Jan 31, 2009 22:02:55 GMT -5
It seemed Yangpaw could reach the ground with her paws, and Yinpaw was not surprised by this, as her sister was the bulkier, more masculine of the two. She glanced at her, a serious expression on her face. "Mm..th'nkz..." she muttered, still intimidated slightly by the other two femmes. Her tail twitched in the water, sending rippling waves splashing over her sister. Oops, she thought.
She then moved slowly but gracefully ahead. She was like a fish in water; she had spent her whole life in it. The water..comforted her, in a way, to soothe the pain of her family's deaths. Sometimes she swore her family was still there, living in the water's depths, beckoning her in.
She had let herself sink down a while ago, and now she swerved easily in the water, turning back to the others and shooting to the surface. She came flying out like a dolphin and landing with a splash in a crude bellyflop - now there was something Yinpaw's perfectionist self couldn't perfect. She bobbed up, stifling a grin as she realized she had splashed the others.
"...y'comin'..?" she peeped up.
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Post by lily on Jan 31, 2009 22:19:26 GMT -5
Pulling herself out of the water, Lilystream spoke. "Yes, the sooner we continue hunting the better. It is harder to surprise prey when we are more visible. The fog will help us, while it still is here." Sighing, she shook the water out of her fur. She really didn't want to hunt. It was her duty to the Clan, though. With no leader it was much less organized. She did not like it. "I'll look for a good place to hunt."
Spotting a good area to hunt in, the gray she-cat beckoned the others over with a wave of her tail. She then silently padded off on her own to look for some prey. The others would be fine on their own. They were all good hunters.
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Post by shinewater on Feb 1, 2009 7:29:25 GMT -5
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
A small, lean golden brown tabby femme stepped out of where she was hunting, a blackbird in her jaws. Her paws carried her lightly, almost as if she wasn't even touching the grass beneath her paws. Her light aqua eyes were shimmering with her normal carefree personality. Suddenly it became clear to Shinewater that she had put her emotions at risk. but it was too beautiful of a day to care.
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
"Hunting's excellent today, perfect! No wonder everyone's out!" Shinewater meowed happily. Seeing her like this would make almost any cat forget about the mood swings and reserve that the tabby normally held. But, whatever, she thought. It wouldn't hurt if I relaxed. Seemingly, it was almost as if the battle that she murdered Fallingrain in had never happened. Almost.
Don't know what you are expecting of me
Then, Shinewater moved her prey beside her paw, careful not to tread on it. She walked forward and blinking, her aqua eyes bright, almost as if the young warrior was still an apprentice. Yet, her ceremony was only a mere week ago, she never lost her enthusiasm from the days when she sat back with her friends, laughing away the days after training.
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
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Post by .feather//oceana. on Feb 1, 2009 13:15:59 GMT -5
xx.//Save me from being confused.]]
Rubycloud was impressed that Yangpaw actually got into the water. The water swirled gently around her underbelly, and she noticed a slight pull towards the deeper, murkier, water as a splash of water grazed her shoulder. Glancing over at the apprentices, Yangpaw who looked extremely uncomfortable and Yinpaw, who was splashing subconsciously at the water with her tail, she diverted them a soft glare to follow her, and be quiet. With all of that splashing around, they would never catch a thing!
xx.// Show me what i'm looking for.]]
Noticing that Lilystream had continued the hunt on land, she realized that she was left alone with the apprentices. The socialite felt it a little more difficult to make conversation with younger cats rather than cats her age who often shared viewpoints. However, it was not the time for conversation; the femme knew she had to set a model example for the younger cats. Glancing back to see if they were following, she trodded gently out towards deeper water, carefully observing the movement of the water around her for any large ripples that could signal the presense of a Sharp Jaw.
xx.//Show me what i'm looking for.]]
The muddy earth beneath her paws and beneath the clouded water gave way, within moments her pawpads no longer touched the surface, as Rubycloud began to tread, deeper into the Misty Swamp. A slight pull from the downstream currents allowed her to focus more on manuvering around cypress roots and branches that lay strewn in the water, rather than the swimming itself. Stopping for a moment to feel the water currents moving around her and beneath her, the femme was able to tell that the apprentices were close behind, and that something was beneath her paws, perhaps a tail length under. Blinking her hazel orbs slowly, as if to help her focus, she was able to determine by the movements of the object beneath her that it was a large fish. Perhaps a trout that had somehow lost its way from the clear Rocky River in BoulderClan. The femme licked her chops at the thought of sinking her teeth into a trout, a rare treat for FogClanners.
xx.//Oh Lord.]]
She could not wait a moment longer. Inhaling a deep breath of swamp air the auburn femme dove swiftly under the surface to retrieve her catch. Silence surrounded her, she could not hear anything but the soft movement of the water above her head. In instant, her hazel eyes shot open, spotting a plump trout, just as she had suspected, swimming through the underwater roots of a massive cypress. Suprisingly, it had not felt her dive. Feeling pressure above her as she swam deeper, the femme spread her pawpads apart, to reveal the traditional webbed feet that most natural born FogClanners possessed, and pushed herself vigorously through the water, snagging the unsuspecting salmonidae in her jaws before it had a chance to protest.
xx.//Don't let go.]]
Breaking the surface, and once more entering a world where she could see no more than a tail length in front of her, the amber femme tossed the struggling trout ashore on a sloping bank, where it seemed the sunlight had been able to cut through the trees and undergrowth particularly well. Leaping out of the water, her coat felt heavy and water logged, though this never bothered her. Snagging the flopping fish with her dew claw, it perished instantly, and it's new fresh kill scent wafted temptingly into Rubycloud's open mouth. Was that a dead blackbird? she scented as she closed her tiny jaws, the fish beneath her pawpad like an explorer would place his foot on a piece of conquered land. Realizing she was not alone, Rubycloud parted her jaws again, this time recognizing the scent of the young Warrior Shinewater over the heavy scent of their fresh kills. "Hello Shinewater," she purred a greeting, highly content with her catch.
xx.//I've wanted this far too long.]]
OOC:just an FYI for anyone who doesn't know; a Sharp Jaw is an alligator ; )
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 5, 2009 20:26:54 GMT -5
Water gray;; through the windows, up the stairs. [/i] A chill wind blew across the water, sending tiny waves rippling across it's surface, along with the countless numbers of dust motes scudding there. Birds chirped in a low chorus as the eerie fog swirled across the reeds and the surface of the waters all around. It was the typical haunting scene in Fogclan; and the cats that were out enjoying it clearly could only have been destined to live there. Every little sound was amplified in the quiet of the marsh, especially the splashes of the cats wading around in the mud and reeds. But there were a few cats present that had made their approaches silently, and with prey in their jaws at that. 'Excellent hunters they are.' Came the echoing thought within the tabby-topped cranium. Narrowed slits held two golden orbs, embedded in the feline's skull, hard and translucent as amber. This cat had been observing her warriors for a time now, and decided now that it was time to reveal herself. [/blockquote] Chilling rain;; like an ocean, everywhere. [/i] A slight tabby and white female leaped from a twisted mangrove tree, landing on a protruding root with the grace and ease of a practiced movement. She was only feet from the other cats, but yet she found it hard to see them in the swirling mist. It was no wonder they hadn't noticed her; they could barely see the noses on their snouts! A small smile played across her usually stony features, and her narrowed eyes crinkled to add to the effect. "It seems we have quite the gathering today." Fallenstar stated casually, bounding forward to land with a soft splish in the shallow water arond the root. She waded forward, ears pricked for the sounds of movement in the muck. The last thing she wanted was for the DarkFang to sneak up on any of the cats present. "Your hunting party seems to be very sucessful... do you mind if I join you?" She asked politely, even though she knew that being leader gave her the right to be anywhere she wished. Fallenstar had never been the type to obey authority merely because of title; so she believed respect was to be earned, not given out freely. [/blockquote] Don't wanna reach for me, do you? I mean nothing to you. The little things give you away. [/size][/i]
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Post by rainfur on Feb 6, 2009 20:27:23 GMT -5
The foggy mist surrounded the area. Rainfur was use to this kind of hunting. It was one of the many advatanges Fogclan had to the others. They could hunt and fight in a fog you couldn't see a tail length in. She held a single mouse in her jaws, looking for some place to put it as she hunted for some more prey. She considered herself one of the best hunters in the clan. Scared that someone might take that to offense, she didn't say what she thought much. It was probably a good idea, knowing some of the proud touchy cats here.
She froze in her tracks when she heard some distant voice ahead. She dropped the mouse by her left paw, trying to smell the air. Unfortuantly, all she could smell was the wet water in front of her. Sighing with frustration, she picked up her mouse, carefully heading toward the scene. Her body tense for anything that it could possibly be. Her eyes spotted golden fur and her body switched from being relaxed again.
She nodded to each of her clan mates as she put the mouse by a rock shaped like a fat leaf. She heard the subject of hunting and glowed. Not only was she excellent at hunting, she loved hunting. Her ears picked up a sound that sounded like splashing and looked around for some water. Rainfur, unlike some of her clanmates, hated the water. It clung to her extra long black fur, making Rainfur feel cold.
Her memories wandered off to when she first got into the swamp. Everyone was talking on how fun it was to swim. Rainfur took a giant leap into the water, hating it. She remebered that it took hours for her long fur to dry.
Shaking the memory out of her head, her copper eyes darted to see another one of the clanmates, "Would it be possible if I joined this party too?" She asked with a purr like sound in her voice.
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Post by shinewater on Feb 7, 2009 10:21:49 GMT -5
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Shinewater looked directly into Rubycloud's eyes and nodded in a friendly greeting. She gazed lightly around her to the two new cats that just entered. Noticing one of the was Fallenstar, she quickly bowed her head. She may be a strong cat, but she usually forgot to show respect toward a cat of higher rank. The young femme lowered her gaze in slight embarassment.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
She lifted her paw, about to step back to where she had been hunting, when she realized that Lilystream, Rubycloud, Yinpaw, and Yangpaw were a hunting patrol. Something held her back from asking to join them, some kind of long-lost dignity and self-respect that Shinewater hadn't shown once since Fallingrain's untimely death at her claws.
You were just like me, with someone disappointed in you
She suddenly dug her claws into the ground, as if to hold herself back. It was happening again, one of her mood swings. Her voice failing, she lashed her tail. Yet all attempts to calm herself failed, and her eyes grew blank. Just as quickly as it had emerged, the emptiness left the warrior. She just looked on, as if nothing had happened.
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