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Post by ripped. on Oct 18, 2008 18:25:45 GMT -5
Ocean blue opts narrowed at the sleek, jet-black tomcat. He was taken in a day or so ago by Devilstar, but he didn't really communicate with anyone. However, this didn't mean everyone had to be all nice to him. So Dreamwhisker got to his paws, and strutted over to the tom who was laying down by the edge of camp, chewing on a mouse.
'So I hear you're new to BeachClan.' It wasn't a question, it was a statement. There wasn't even a greeting, such as "hello" or "hey". The tom nodded, swallowing down both the mouse and anxiety. 'So you got a name or what?' Almost hesitant, the reply he got was a quiet, 'Zacky.' Dreamwhisker had to restrain a laugh. Zacky? What kind of name was that? 'What were you, a kittypet or something? You do look rather healthy for only being new to the land of the Clans.' Zacky's fur bristled at this; he may not know much about the Clans, but he did know what a kittypet was, and he most certainly was not a housecat.
'Excuse me?' A hint of a snarl was noticable in Zacky's tone, his tail flicking in annoyance. Dreamwhisker grinned; he was enjoying getting Zacky riled up. 'You heard me. You probably were formally with two-legs, eating those little pebbles for food every day,' he sneered, keeping his voice level down so no one else would hear him taunting the newcomer. All Zacky did in reply was let out a low growl, his claws threatening to unsheathe as his hazel audits were narrowed to slits. Dreamwhisker glanced to the side and saw his younger sister eyeing him anxiously. Deciding he was riding a little to close to the edge, doing this in camp, and he straightened, and simply walked away. Once he was away, Zacky relaxed and let his fur go flat. Would anyone be kind in this Clan? So far no one had really spoken to him, except this mouse-brained jerk. Losing his appetite, Zacky simply stared down at the remains of the mouse, taking a tiny bite so it wouldn't go to waste. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Fallentear || on Oct 19, 2008 14:10:17 GMT -5
And there were two more sky-tint eyes watching the newcomer, but these were much less hostile.
A scrawny gray and white splotched tom lay on his side outside his den, sunning himself luxuriously in the warm rays of the orb in the sky. His tail swept back and forth, the tip beginning to flick in irritation as he saw Dreamwhisker approach the new cat from across camp. The warrior may have been talking quietly enough to have been unheard, but he could clearly see the sneer on his face, and the dismayed look on the black tom's as he sauntered away, full of himself. Sootcloud sighed, rolling so that his paws were under him. He stretched his forepaws out before him and arched his back in a slow stretch, muscles singing for a moment in sweet tension. Then he shook his pelt lightly before heading over to the distraught tom. It was in his nature to look after others.
The medicine cat planted his rear a taillength or so beside the stranger and smiled disarmingly. "Hey, don't let Dreamwhisker get to you. He's probably just afraid that all the pretty she-cats will be fawning all over you within a couple sunrises." Sootcloud winked at him cheerily. "I'm Sootcloud, by the way. I'm Beachclan's medicine cat. And you are-?" He left the question hanging, looking him in the eye with cool blue orbs reassuring him that he meant no harm. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by ripped. on Oct 19, 2008 18:42:34 GMT -5
His attention shifted to the tom, who introduced himself as Sootcloud. Seeing no hint of a sneer, no sign of a threatening tone, or anything that would give him the vibe of rude, like Dreamwhisker had. 'Zacky,' he answered Sootcloud's question, giving a small, friendly smile. It put Zacky's worrying mind to rest, knowing that someone would converse with him without taunting him for not being born in the Clan. 'Would you like the rest?' Zacky offered the half-eaten mouse he had begun earlier. Not wanting it to be wasted, he thought it'd be appropriate to ask. And plus, he felt a bit guilty for taking fresh-kill when he wasn't sure if he was able to go out and hunt as well. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Fallentear || on Oct 22, 2008 5:43:19 GMT -5
The tom was nice enough. Sootcloud wondered what Dreamwhisker's problem was. As he offered him the rest of the mouse, his taught stomach screamed in protest. "No thanks." He meowed politely, "One of the apprentices left me something by my den not long ago. The warriors are always making sure I'm nice and fat, always sending young n's to bring me food." He purred, laying down and resting his chin on his paws. "So, what brings you to Beachclan? I'm glad you decided to stay with us, you seem like a very decent cat." [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by ripped. on Oct 22, 2008 15:59:08 GMT -5
Zacky nodded as Sootcloud politely turned down the mouse. At the question, he was debating in his mind whether or not to give the full story. 'Well...back where I used to live, life wasn't good at all. After my sister's death, I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I searched out a new place to live, and I heard from another loner told me of the Clans. I decided I'd try and maybe be accepted..and when I ran into Devilstar on the border, he accepted me in, and well..here I am,' He replied, truthful. He didn't go into detail of his former lifestyle, or what happened. Zacky looked up from the spot on the ground he had been staring at, and let his gaze rest on Sootcloud. [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Fallentear || on Oct 27, 2008 19:10:02 GMT -5
"Sounds exciting." He said in what sounded like a bored tone. But his sapphire eyes gleamed, showing that he really was interested. "Starting out on a new adventure and all. I'm sorry about your sister though. I'm glad you came to Beachclan, and I hope that some others are more hospitible than Dreamwhisker." He cast a sharp glance in the tom's direction, ears flicking in slight irritation once again. Cats could be so insensitive sometimes. The medicine cat turned his soft eyes back on Zacky. "So are you going to go through the formal warrior training soon? I bet you'd make a fine warrior." [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by ripped. on Oct 28, 2008 21:28:29 GMT -5
Zacky sighed--not out of bordem or lack of sleep, but out of uncertainty. "I don't know--I'm not sure if I'm too old or what not, but I can fight and hunt and such. Maybe not the same way Clan-born cats were trained, but it's up to Devilstar I suppose," he mused. "And yes, it is exciting, but a bit nerve-racking. I was nervous I would've stumbled upon this one Clan I heard rumors of--it supposedly has cruel warriors or something of the like. I don't really know much of the Clans when it comes to customs and names and such." [/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by Fallentear || on Dec 1, 2008 18:53:51 GMT -5
Sootcloud smiled. "Oh, that's probably Rageclan." He mewed, crinkling his nose, "They're known for being pretty harsh. Some of them are even giving up on Dreamclan!" The tom watched Zacky, wondering if he knew what Dreamclan was. Deciding he would become this tom's friend, he added, "Hey, maybe I can help you out with stuff. You know, kinda like a mentor, but not official. That way you can learn our customs, but you won't have to train with all the younger cats." He looked around, noticing that some cats were gathering in a small bunch by the camp entrance. "So how about it?" He asked, turning back to the newcomer, "We can go out with this next patrol, but I'll say I'm going out looking for herbs." He winked at the tom. Medicine cats weren't really supposed to have apprentices unless they were to become a medicine cat. But he would still teach this cat to be as well-informed as any other apprentice, if he wished. [/color][/blockquote] |
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